Gollee

Inis peers at the screen, confused, before typing, "Hello? Anyone there? I think your computer is malfunctioning."

Name: Telaya Iiristav Age: 25 Physical description: A thin young woman, with dirty blond, shoulder-length hair and light blue eyes. She stands at about five and a half feet tall, and walks with slightly bowed shoulders. She typically wears trousers and shirt, supplemented with hardened leather outers, and light, white furs. She speaks infrequently, and prefers to wear high collar long coats when not hunting. Home Fiefdom: Russia Profession: Hunter Backstory: Telaya was born in the far northern reaches of the Valley, living amongst a small community that survived through hunting and small-scale metalwork. Telaya was kept inside for much of her childhood, purportedly due to fears of her wandering off, or being hurt, in the wilderness. Once she was sixteen, her parents allowed her to join hunting parties, as the local metalsmith didn't require an assistant, and they were no longer able to support her themselves. This arrangement continued for several years. Six years later, the twenty-strong party of hunters, of which Telaya was one, was set upon in an ambush by Tribesmen from the northern wastes. Though greatly outnumbered, Telaya and a handful of the more skilled hunters managed to escape the slaughter, fleeing back to the village. There, they discovered scores of slain tribesmen, and a significant amount of the village aflame; though villagers were fighting the fires. To Telaya's horror, she discovered her parents amongst the dead; her father, his skull split by an axeblow, and her mother, feathered with a half-dozen black fletched arrows. Telaya left the village shortly after the attack, heading for the capital, and greener pastures.

The Commonwealth Universe, from the Commonwealth Saga (Pandora;s Star, Judas Unchained) and the Void Trilogy (The Dreaming Void, The Temporal Void, The Evolutionary Void). Reasons being: Immortality Wormholes Intergalactic Travel Ozzie Goddamn Isaacs Sentient Intelligence (Planet sized AI that helps/ hinders people at random) Fully immersive technology The Primes, the only thing from any series/game/anything I have ever encounted that I truly hate. The Raieel, because Physics is made to be broken. The Dark Fortress generator, just because. Dyson Spheres Devoir Missiles Nigel Shelden, because what he can do with wormholes doesn't bear thinking about (If you are Prime). Rejuvenation Biononics Organic Circuitry Tattoos. Quantumbusters I raise you 21 Horus Heresy Books. For a total of 490 canon 40K stories.

Inis lets out a clipped cry of triumph as she spots the chest, "Over here! I can sense something!" She fiddles with the chest's latch for a short moment, before realising it was already unlocked, and flips the lid open, revealing a small trove of items; she quickly snatches up a small, carved stick, about the length of a forearm.

Characters: DM (Eragong) Eladrin Cleric/Paladin: Varen Karynn (Me) Dwarf Barbarian Miner: Morgran Fireforged (College friend) Human Warlock: Morn Duskhand (College friend) Human Cleric: Shiirak Everron (College friend) Dwarf Bard: Ziram Fireforged Bear: Mr Bear (Morgran's semi-trained brown bear) Displacer Beast: Avasha (Varen's Paladin summoned mount) *The caravan the heroes are guarding is attacked by mutated wild animals, and a bear.* Morgran: I'll take the bear, Morn, you take out those big lizards. Morn: Sure, I'll use Shatter. Varen: FOR THE CROWN! Morgran: Morn.... You... You... You just blew up my cart! My donkey is in a billion different pieces! Morn: Killed the lizards. *The bear rips off an NPC's arm. Morgran rolls a nat20 to calm it.* Shiirak: Kill the bear! Morgran: Not now! We've bonded! I need something to fill the hole in my life left by Mr Donkey! You shall be called Mr Bear! *Party is fighting their way through a goatman and drow infested dwarven mine.* Varen: Ziram! Watch out! *A Drow warrior goes to attack Ziram* Ziram: I got the bastard! *Ziram Fireforged rams his magical flute deep into the Drow warrior's ribcage, before blowing a pure note through the gore-drenched instrument, rupturing the internal organs of the unfortunate fighter.* Morn: Ziram! THE FUCK! Ziram: Got the bastard. *The Party is fighting a Drow Gladiator, and an injured Drow wizard in confined corridors.* Varen: I need some help over here! Morn: Fireball. Varen: We are in a tight corridor you dumb - *The fireball disintegrates the mage, knocks the gladiator prone, and wipes out 90% of Varen's health.* Varen: FUCKFUCKFUCK! WHY! *Shiirak and Varen are interrogating a captured Drow gladiator.* Varen: Tell us everything you know! (Nat20) Drow: We got in there by accident! We went through a portal in the underdark. Shiirak: Bullshit. *Shiirak Everron casts silence on the bound Drow Gladiator, then slams his hammer down, bursting the Elf's left testicle. The drow screams silently, then passes out.* Varen: WHAT THE FUCK! *Shiirak rolls a nat20 for his religion check, testicular crushing is now a legitimate punishment for his religion. The Drow gets healed.* Shiirak: Now tell the truth you dirt- *The Drow casts darkness and levitation, and attempts to levitate himself out of the window.* Varen: By the light of Marduk! After him! *Varen gets blinded by dancing lights* Drow: Stupid heroes! You will never catch me now! Shiirak: Dispel magic. *Shirrak Everron dispels the levitation enchantment on the bound Drow, causing him to fall 30-feet, landing headfirst on the ground, then a heavy stone chair landing on top of him. Messy.* Varen: Oh god... He looks like an accordian.... Shiirak: Yup.

Right so you want to tell me. Fortune had her boyfriend/husband killed just so she could revive him later without an implant? That seems powergamey to me. And a stupid form of "love". I don't know about you, but if I worked with NT for more than few years, building up a long history with them, it would take someone special to convince me to suddenly just turn against them for any reason. Pretty sure any morally sound individual would see that Fortune was doing wrong, considering innocent people were dying constantly, sometimes in front of him. This, your fiancee telling you that the crew is going crazy while her hacked borgs gun down people isn't going to make you follow her without question. Also, ICly, I believe cloning isn't 100% certainty?

Inis, rummaging through stacks of weapons, absent-mindedly raises her hand towards Cain, "Thanks."

Inis looks bewildered, and slightly unnerved, "Whatever is going on is messed up..." She turns back into the room, and continues looking for a wand, "If you see a wooden stick, preferably made of yew, and about two handspans long, call out, will you?"

Inis still looks confused, "What's a laspack? And what have I done that makes you and O'Connor think I need to be judged?" She aims her second question at Gideon.

Inis frowns, looking up from the pistol, "I've already said that I'm not a sorceror, I use the magic of nature, they use the magic innate to themselves; now stop pointing that stick at me. Right now." She glances over at Cain, taking a step backwards, towards him, and away from O'Connor.

Inis looks at Cain with bewilderment, "They are just intricate chunks of metal, there isn't a hint of magic to them at all. How, exactly, are a load of blunt objects the greatest warfare invention ever seen?" Inis picks up a glock pistol and peers down the barrel.

Inis runs her hands over the piles of weapons, "Does anyone see a wand anywhere? Something like that? Rather than these metal club things?"

Inis stares blankly at the sign above the door, then peers into the room, "I have no idea what these are."

Inis stood still, shocked for a moment, before muttering quietly, "I don't think you are dumb." She follows several metres behind O'Connor, entering the Blacksmith shortly after him; looking around at the people looking at her, she mutters quietly, "Sorry." maneuvering past them, she picks up a shortsword, spinning it experimentally in her left hand.

Inis' rant peters out as O'Connor pushed past her; she stared after him for a moment; before taking off after him, towards the blacksmiths.

This looks like a yes or no question. So my answer is no. Agreed.

Inis steps away from the wall, interposing herself between O'Connor and Cain, her eyes flashing dangerously, "And what exactly would waiting for you have achieved? Other than increasing the chance of us all getting killed? Without weapons we couldn't even attempt to take on something that big, it just isn't feasable; while everyone else ran inside, I stayed at the door, wielding a stick. If that thing had actually had a go at us, I would have been the first, and probably only line of defence stopping it eating an injured ...Woman...? And the man helping her, so if you want to keep having ago, I will just go ahead and remove you from the little internal list I am keeping of people that I consider worth helping; is this getting through, shitskull?" Inis' face is flushed, and her breathing heavy from the tirade, which had been performed at the top of her lungs. "I don't know about you, but the only things I can remember are my name, how to hit things with a stick, and that since I woke up, I have been interrogated by half a dozen people, threatened, chased by some thing, and been forced to sprint across a large stretch of land; so I am in a bad fucking mood, keep up or be left behind; I want to get home as fast as possible, and I would prefer to do it without being accosted at all sides by some pathetic, degenerate, excuse for a human who probably couldn't think his way out of a paper bag!"

I get called: Gowey Gulliver

Read what I am writing, the KKVs being fired were not to do with the trade dispute, though the reason they were even aimed at each other was due to a civil war, to do with increased autonomy. As stated, in this direct quote from the timeline. 2314: Several of the largest inner colonies petition the Earth-dominated Alliance government for increased autonomy and decreased trade restrictions. Earth gives only token concessions to these colonies, causing widespread unrest which many colonial authorities refuse to quell. Several colonies refuse to enforce trade restrictions, causing Earth to declare martial law in these systems and send Sol Alliance fleets to restore order. Many of these fleets mutiny and refuse to follow orders. Within a month, the Alliance military is split along Earth and Inner-Colony lines. A coalition of inner colonies form the Provisonal Government of the Alliance of Solarian Colonies (PGASC), which declares itself the legitimate government of the Sol Alliance. This event marks the beginning of the Great War. Earth pop: 14.5 billion. Total pop: 26 billion. 2315: Following an initial period of confused fighting, the Earth forces withdraw to Sol and several nearby minor star systems, threatening to unleash Kinetic Kill Vehicles (KKV's) should PGASC forces enter the Sol System. The various colonial navies rush to manufacture their own KKV's. A cold war of sorts begins. Cut off from outside trade, the Sol system's economy begins to implode. Although the majority of the war's fighting takes place in the inner systems, hostilities break out between the PGASC and many of the independent powers. With the majority of the PGASC forces focused on fighting earth, dozens of systems declare independence. Fully half of Alliance space is lost to independent powers and revolutionaries. 2316: Facing immediate collapse, the civilian governments of Earth attempt to negotiate a surrender with the Colonial forces. A number of Earth military commanders stage a coup, arresting prominent political officials and declaring martial law. Roughly a third of the Earth fleet remains loyal to the civilian government and mutinies. The occupied Alliance capital is destroyed in the resulting crossfire. In the confusion, some Earth KKVs fire at their targets. Entire Inner Colony cities and orbital installations are annihilated as a result of the KKVs, causing hundreds of millions of deaths. In retaliation, Colonial forces launch KKV's at targets throughout the Sol system, mostly on Earth. The entirety of Earth’s orbital infrastructure is destroyed due to bombardment and the resulting kessler syndrome. The new orbital debris ring is visible to the naked eye, and smoke clouds from the global firestorms obscure the planet’s surface for months. This event eventually becomes known as the Holocaust of 2316. @Susan: If, during the cold war, either Russia or America had had a military coup, the chance of confusion amongst the ranks, or among politicians thinking it was supported by the other side, is very high, which could lead to a weapon being fired; and if Russia nuked America, or vice versa, even by accident, there would be a guaranteed counter response; this is what happened here.

Tishina, I feel like you are not actually processing what we are telling you. They were not fired due to a trade dispute, they were fired in response to accidental firing by Earth, resulting in hundreds of millions of deaths. The colonies did not know that the firings were accidental, all they were aware of was Earth hitting them with the most destructive weapons in the human arsenal, without any escalation of force. They fired to, in their eyes, prevent genocide on themselves; not because of a trade dispute.

During which time they could have launched another dozen KKVs. Firing KKVs in response to millions of civillian deaths, while they are unaware of the coup is an acceptable level of escalation, especially when Earth still holds the lion's share of the military, making fleet action unviable at best, and idiotic at worst.

If that home planet fired on them first, with city killers, they might.

Inis ducks under cover as the creature flies overhead, watching it as begins to move away, "It's leaving," She leant back against the wall, her rough stave hanging from a single hand at her side, "What now?"

Insulting us won't make things go faster.... In any case, there are currently only two people that have expressed interest in those factions, you and Valkrae; and with all the other things happening at the moment, like the debate to bring back Earth, and reorganizing the wiki, things like that are being put on the back foot at the moment.

Inis slides to a halt at the entrance to the building, turning to face the rapidly growing speck while the others get inside. She holds her makeshift stave with both hands, ready to move to action.