Knightei

Chadwick Morris, Magistrate of Ves, nods reading this. He writes a quick note to himself to join the guild; offer his personal services; and to add support from the Magistrates office.

Turn 5 – 2205 Quercus Quorum Flag of the Quercus Another year, another story. The planet span it’s cycles around the star, which research and discovery to be had by all. The twin ships had spent a year travelling between systems, travelling as a pair to the nearby stars at the edge of the galaxy. Barren worlds and gas giants greeted them at every turn, the captains becoming despondent. 6 months passed, and with low crew morale, the twin shipped embarked on their final journey together. They both drifted through the void to the final star. After dropping their acceleration, the twin crews paused in wonder. This planet was surrounded in a vast cloud of dust. With low visibility, the pair drifted apart to cover more ground. As confirmation of the dust composition came in, a wealth of minerals in dust-form, the sight of a planet was found. Celebrations were to be had, and the crews rejoiced, for the planet was indeed unique. Held in stasis, the world was an orb of blue in this unique cloud, for surely great interest for the scientific community. As the new labratory equipment went in production, the intellectual property leased out to one of the various corporations of the Quercus Quorum, the prototypes were put to use on Olea. Scaba, stepping off the small transport vessel, breathed in the air of Minima, the icy breathe condensing in the air. As the days turned to months, using the new equipment, the geology of Minima was assessed and categorised, with new mining methods being developed. From the jungle came Adaptaar, wether alone or in pairs, they slowly filtered from the clearing they had just met in. A few hours previously, a well built plantoid had addressed the populace, a well built stage and state of the art PA system, conveying his words to the crowd. Money had clearly found its way into Grata’s pockets. The ships drifted apart, their final voyage together finished for the foreseeable future. They travelled in opposite directions, intent on discovering more of the universe. State of the Quorum: Actions Taken: [Mod] Both Exploration ships depart from the system named “Morus” to head ‘north’ and ‘south’ respectively. Research into better scientific apparatus continues [1R spend on RF Improvements (25/25)] Research into more efficient mineral extraction [25R spent on BI Improvements (25/25)] [MOD] Research into faster than light travel [12R spent on research into FTL (12/??)] 1 Research Centre created in Olea Sector [15k C ( 10/10)] Balance Sheet:

Turn 4 – 2204 Quercus Quorum Flag of the Quercus As the year came to a close, the Adapataar swarmed the streets in celebration, for news was filtering in as the Sector of Olea was declared ‘Most Holy’ for the foreseeable few cycles. The streets were thronging with plantoid bodies, short range psionic chatter causing the air to hold a fay-like energy. ”Some are not happy with the decision High Archon...” “I know, but the decision has been accepted by the majority of our believers!” ”I agree it is a good idea, but some of the combines have seen decreased productivity due to decreased fervour.” ”I know, but they’ll have to manage, they pay their tithe’s and that is all we really care on.” ”Agreed, I’ll keep an eye on them, I don’t trust them at all...” The celebrations continued for the weeks to come, until the residents of Bombax realised that their home wasn’t the exalted, but Orea was. As the fusion drives were checked and rechecked, the twin ships were ready. The ships, piloted expertly within half a kilometer within each other, gave each other electromagnetic O.K.s. The captains briefly conversed over their psionics before the engines roared into life, the first stage of the mission to be completed in union, as all things should be. The scout vessels drifted out of Bombax, entering into the unknown. Grata left through the door, his gait steady and his face neutral. He turned to his friend, commenting on the conversation they just had. ”I’m not sure on this... They claim they are religious but wish to aid in our cause... We must think on this.” The men and women of the laboratories of Maxma cried out, for they had made a breakthrough. Fulva entered the lab, a wide grin upon his face. ”So these new plant forms, there is a species which focuses down light through a strange lens on it’s form?” ”Yes yes, and concentrates it into this densely packed receptor!” ”Ah, so both have been adapted for our sensors?” ”Indeed, they’ll be ready next year, and produced the year following!” State of the Quorum: Actions Taken: [Mod] Both Exploration ships depart from the Bombax system to head ‘Westward’ Research into better scientific apparatus continues [18R spend on RF Improvements (24/25)] 5 Research Centres created in Olea Sector [60k C] Balance Sheet:

Sporadic proving yet again that they are both the best at thread titles, and the funniest staff member of the server.

Oh BOY have you picked an interesting time to get back into Humans on LOTC. If you look through the human sections of the forum/wiki it’ll be very confusing (and incredibly propaganda focused), so here’s a TLDR (which may be a tad bias, sorry I’m only human): Humans were in the 7th empire under an old emperor and some people got disgruntled under their reign (raiding of vassals and animosity between leaderships between the imperial government and the vassal nation states) This got to a head when the last emperor took hiatus from LOTC and the nation states decided to plan to rebel News got out in a certain way (this is charged, so when I say it was a banned player’s Wander soul, others will disagree), and the previous emperor broke up the empire and killed the title. This caused the vast majority of vassals to promote a new dynasty and reform the holy oren empire. The old imperial government decided to fight this forming the imperium renatus So currently there is the Holy Oren Empire vs Imperium Renatus. So welcome back, both sides will want to grab you. Now, as an Oren Imperial (the renatus people are rebels): Join the Holy Oren Empire and specifically the City of Ves! We’ve the most active city on the server and is ran by a small democracy of all players who are interested (and live within the city), so it’s not PVP focused, and we’re currently expanding the city and some members are starting a literature revolution! Oren wants to promote RP over ooc and focus less on the PVP dictated politics humans had devolved into, so join the good side! The vast majority of Humans are with us so I can’t see why you’d not be with us.

Chadwick signs the treaty.

Turn 3 – 2203 Quercus Quorum Flag of the Quercus The Adaptaar crowded around their screens, watching the news from colony ship return. As they waited, their forms still and vegetative, the broadcast flickered into life. As the ship neared the planet, the Archon gazed at the surface. Its face remained neutral, as its heart sunk for there were no forests of green on this wasteland. The people of the Quorum could survive there, but the vast deserts held no respite. The plans for mining operations was to continue. As the ship drifted closer to the planet, an Adaptaar at the sensor block called up. ”Sir, there is another habitable planet!” ”What?! Show me!” After a day of deliberation, ground parties were sent to both planets, where the discoveries of the Hypotherms of Minima; and the Silicate plantoids of Maxima brought much excitement. The original plan for the sector had to be changed, for the natural beauty of this place was of too great importance to despoil for mining. ”We shall usher in a new age of science and discovery for the Quorum! These planets are clearly gifts of the Old One!” The launch pads that were used by last years colony ship is once again covered in activity. A much, much smaller vessel is priming for launch, it’s small contingent of engineers and scientists on board prepared for their multi-year voyage. ”We’re ready Metal Shaper.” “Good good, we must find out more of our surroundings! We must look the nearby systems for what we can use! News is that Olea is home to a silicate analogy of plants, much like us!” “By the One, thats a divine discovery!” ”Indeed it is! We must find what else is near to us to see if there is more holy gifts nearby!!!” The work continues as the ship prepares to fire its engines, the shaper consumed in thought. The vessel, eventually, is ready and is sent to the heavens, a sister ship leaving soon after. The shaper, after weeks of deliberation goes to visit Amissa. ”High Archon... With the new discoveries of Olea... Surely they are most holy?” “I have thought the same Scarba...” The burly Adaptaar slams his fist upon the table, its rage boiling. “Only those damned GIFTED can emmigrate to Olea?! This is an outrage!” Its partner leaves the room, their face showing concern. They watch as Grata leaves, heading to their meetings of fellow non-gifted. As the screens showed that in the new year, an announcement by the High Archon was to be made, the adaptaar farming union finished it’s meeting. The exploration ships had entered the atmosphere, being loaded for the years of travel ahead of them. Construction on observation posts, and scientific centres of Olea are undertook, ready for the influx of scientists to come. State of the Quorum: Actions Taken: Two Exploration Ships Began construction in Bombax Sector [2M] Research into better scientific apperatus is underway [2R spend on RF Improvements [6/25]] Colony created in Olea Sector 4 Research Centres created in Olea Sector [60k C] Balance Sheet:

Turn 1 & 2 Quercus Quorum Outskirts of Vittaria, Capital of the Quercus News and words sped across the atmosphere of Pellaea, the Adaptaar speaking of their current great work. Their homes, cities, industry is almost invisible against the lush forests, the brick spires breaching the canopy. The mood on the streets was jubilant, for great things were abound. “As I said, the tests are complete, the test engines worked in Sub-Orbit” “Yes, but we wish to journey into the EXTRA-Stellar, not meddle above our atmosphere.” “Yes, yes, yes, it will make the journey, albiet slowly.” The two Adaptaar scrutinised the plans once more, before the High Archon spoke, “Well, slowly will have to do. There is much room out there Scabra, and eventually we shall find him, as he once found us.” The Metal singer nodded, “Yes, we will find Him eventually, it is our purpose to give back to him, as he once gave to us.” “Yes Scabra, you have it completely. But we must expand forth unto the stars, for Pallaea cannot be all that is!” The two continued to speak into the night, and many more to follow, plans being hammered into reality. The two Adaptaar stared at the wall, their black orbs gazing into the depths of the brick. Do you have it? Can you hear? One of the two, adorned in simple garments jolted out of his seat, ”Have you begun yet?” The speaker tutted, half a world away, “Yes, yes I have. We shall work into this until we wither, so help me.” With that, the Mind Speaker continued to try and telepath her thoughts across a globe The Adaptaar worked the field, his body taught with exertion. He continued this, for the day, until he set down his tools, repairing the fence. He hopped into his transport, ran on B-Fuel, and started the engine. His Cellulose Device pinged him, his loved one telling him to look at the news. Intrigued, he bought it up on the screen. “My fellow citizens of Pallaea! We have come so far, and soon we shall move amongst the stars! Our quest to seek the Old One has begun!” With disgust, the man turned off the broadcast: “It’s all about that ‘Gift’ of theirs isn’t it? Seems like they’re cursed with collowing it blindly.” He shakes his head, spitting out the window, as he travels home. Every eye, well most eyes, were peeled to the screens, while hundreds of thousands had travesed from far and wide to cluster on the cliff face. Out to sea was a square of steel, a large vessel standing upon it. “My fellow citizens of Pallaea! We have come so far, and soon we shall move amongst the stars! Our quest to seek the Old One has begun!” The High Archon gazed at his people, the fellow devout Adaptaar gazing back at his televised self. A thought arrived to him, from scant meters away, out of shot. They are ready to launch, launching in T- 10... “And so, 9, we can, 8, look upon, 7, the stars, 6, and know, 5, that our, 4, brethren, 3, are, 2, amongst, 1, Them! Launch. With a roar, the fusion engines began their nucleus bonding, and a glow trail imprinted upon the retina of the watching Adaptaar. For the stars are now there for them to wander, in quest for their diety. State of the Quorum: Sectors: Characters of Note: Population Actions Taken: Turn 1: A Colony Ship is constructed [-8M]; Contsruction of 7 CI in Bombax [-70k C] Turn 1: Decleration of Bombax as Holy World. Turn 2: Construction of 3 CI in Bombax [-30k C], Turn 2: The Colony Ship moves into the ‘North’ sector. Turn 1 & 2: Research was forwarded into improving Research Centres [2 + 2 R 4/25] Turn 2: [Mod] The Adaptaar Mind Speaker has conducted Psionic Tests into Telepathic speech across the world/longer distances. Balance Sheet (Turn 1): Incoming Stockpile: Income: Expenditure: Outgoing Stockpile: Balance Sheet (Turn 2): Incoming Stockpile: Income: Expenditure: Outgoing Stockpile: [OOC]

Application Username: Knightei Discord: Sent Ideas and Suggestions?: N/A Nation Name: Nathus Abyss Race: Adaptaar History: (Optional.)  Map location: (Remember, fill the square(s) and send it to me privately.) Starting Sectors: 1 (will talk on discord about boon).

Why are you still here (by that I mean forums and making amas), and who even were you, I legit can’t remember who you were in the WR.

Borric grins as he reads the parchment infront of him, the flesh creasing in its usual fashion. His teeth flash as a short chuckle is issued from his lips, his broad chest raising and lowering swiftly. His blue eyes flash the yellowed vellum once more, the notice being displayed to him. The grin lowers into a smirk, a smirk that speaks of insolence and plans of the more evil nature. 'So our wishes have been granted... An edict from a decade ago has been destroyed, and in its place is the forging of conflict within the empire. His Imperial Majesty was wise to lower it, for the movements of war were set long ago. Rumors and whisperings of battle inside the empire have been present for many moons upon Anthos.' Once again he smirks, as he walks away from the hide, as he ponders to the stable, his feet crunching upon the Albresi paving, the dis-content looks from the surrounding crowd ignored, for this was commonplace now. "Looks like Thomas got what he wanted then." He murmurs aloud.

Borric walks through the Rose checkpoint from the North-East, a large pale bag over one shoulder, a slight sound of clinking and tinkling issues from within. Upon Borric's waist is tied his more favored blade: '***** Splitter', the other more used strapped to his back. Upon his person was black mail, a large gold cross upon an equally black tabard displayed on his breast. Borric's hair was wafting gently upon the wind, the black threads waving, in contrast to the seething mass of coarse wire that comprised of his beard. Borric stares intently upon the earth before him, his fate settled for once. He had made a choice, and this was the fruit of it. Now, for those who do not know the checkpoint's layout, let me elaborate. It lies upon the northern end of the Anthos Highway. As you exit Salvus, theres a rickety wooden bridge, the end of which is devoured by imposing stone walls. These walls are not for show, but for practicality. The twin towers lie either side of the road which passes under their only link, a gate. Following this road, you'll eventually reach a fork within it, a Stone Pillar marking which way goes where. To the west is Malinor, where-as the East is Oren, specifically Brigand's Pass. Upon the eastern road also, are two extra gates, both of which lead into the 'Compound' the actual living areas of the Roses, as well as their training grounds and farms. And at the very end is Brigand's Pass, where Borric arrived from. And while we're at it, lets go back to Borric. Borric looks up slowly, seeing the gate to the Rose Farms ahead, he ignores it and instead heads into the compound proper. His head bows slightly under the gate, not due to his height, but instead because of what it symbolizes. Power. As he passes into the next gate into the Rose's main castle, he treads right parallel to the wall. He knew the way. As he walked, he reflected upon what he is doing, and what it's consequences are. Borric then shakes his head, he doesn't dwell on things, he does things in one way and that isn't the path of thinking. He passes into the Tower in the corner of the Castle, the current 'Office' of it's commanders. Thomas looks up at Borric, and then the bag. Borric Looks at Thomas and grins slightly. "I got a Transfer.." The Two men conferred and when Borric exits the tower, his clothing was different. Gone was the black mail, and in it's place was simple grey. Gone was the tabard, and instead of a Black one, with a Golden Cross, his was Red, with a White Rose, the green leaves and yellow centre contrasting with it's white petals. Borric is now a White Rose.

[Name], you have been accepted into the lances, travel to New Oren's Capital and seek out the Barracks by The Armoury and Holy Arms. Seek me, Ser Borric Tyrus, Commander of the Lances, for your tasks and bunk. Ser Tyrus, Knight of the Holy Order of Red Dragon, Chapter Lion.

A response is given to each application: [Name], you have been accepted into the lances, travel to New Oren's Capital and seek out the Barracks by The Armoury and Holy Arms. Seek me, Squire Borric Tyrus, Master-at-Arms of the Lances, for your tasks and bunk. Squire Tyrus, Squire to the Grand Knight of Oren, Uthor Silverblade.

MC Name: Knightei IC IC Name Katarina Vuln IC Race: Elf What can you bring the Black Dawn and how does this benefit us?(talents, skills, etc) Previous sailing experience, aboard ships of the Pirating kind too. Also I am skilled in the use of a cutlass. Why do you wish to join the Black Dawn?: I seek a crew that's worth they're salt, and to actually get along with some pirating! Are you willing to prove yourself to your captain upon acceptance? Aye, aye and aye. Sign your name here: Katarina Vuln OOC Links to accepted VAs or Minor VAs: Here Skype name: Would prefer not to use skype, but I can provide if needed.