Gollee

High Fantasy is Lord of the Rings/ World of Warcraft esque fantasy. Elves, Dwarves, Demons, Gods, minimum technology, good old sword, board and magic.

I prefer high fantasy settings, but I can roll with just about anything.

Currently has 3/5 buy ins, however outstanding issues presented by community need to be resolved as well.

Bumping for original poster. Currently has 1/2 buy ins necessary for it to be considered.

Bumping for original poster. Currently has 1/4 buy ins necessary for it to be considered.

Yeah, everyone there would have been Sol citizens until very recently; and technically, since it is just a free trade zone, they still are Sol citizens, just with fewer economic restrictions.

Going to agree with a couple of Skull's points here. If this faction works under the Sol Alliance, there is not a very good chance of them allowing monarchies; considering they are generally seen as undemocratic reigns that cause problems for the people. Which is something the Sol Alliance would not want, at all.

*Waves* Inis, CMD, if possible.

So it is the EU, that moved to space? That seems pretty alright to me, though I doubt they would all go to royalty.

serious question. Why would all the various european countries, that honestly, don't like each other incredibly much, unite under a single monarch? When most of them are now democracies, and the EU is a comittee?

The only one I can actually think of that is relatively similar to this is Stormswrath; the primary continent is situated over the equator, and though the southern and northern edges are temperate, it is mainly tropical. Pros: The secondary continent is also primarily jungle, with rich guy villas, beaches, etc. The planet is also close to 50/50 land and water, with plenty of exotic sea life. ((Meaning avoid the really deep ocean, in case of kraken)) It is peaceful, now that I removed the idiotic terrorists that I added to it in it's conception. It isn't especially rich, though the secondary continent was sold piece and parcel for off-world rich people to build holiday homes on. The capital is situated around an inland sea; known for large beaches. Was until recently in the Sol Alliance, then was put in the Epsilon Eridani Free Trade zone. (Timeline wise) Cons: Mainly agricultural, it has a relatively low number of rich people, excluding the off-worlders on the other continent, and politicians. Ion storms, primarily in the deeper ocean areas, the third continent (Uninhabitable), and random sporadic ones. Relatively out of the way.

Sure, I'll join. How do we go about making characters? Sci-fi? Fantasy? I have the DnD players handbook and Monster Manual if that helps. And an older DM guide.

This man/woman/bizarre wifi creature has a good point.

Kerbal, you should probably PM all the people who have reserved, and aren't doing anything yet.

I am going to have to say -1, throughout her time on the lore team, myself and the other lore devs had problems with Dea keeping things to herself, up to and including getting upset when something was put up that conflicted with something she was writing in secret. If she can deal with this issue, then I am happy to revoke my complaint.

Aesen turned her hips to the side, pushing her legs off of her bed; she stopped at the sound of a bulkhead opening, and the panicked shout of a doctor. The doctor slowed to a halt as he approached her bedside, reaching out to press a small hand scanner against her neck, he looked at the results, bemused. Aesen frowned at him, "Can I get up yet? I have a hell of a headache, and it feels like my brain is bruised, but otherwise, it could just have been from a long night out. A fun long night out." The doctor shook his head, "No, you came in here half-dead, comatose, with half a dozen brain hemorrhages; you do not just walk away from that. We have done some preliminary surgery..." Aesen continued trying to stand up, "I don't know if you are fully aware... I am the captain of the Acetes, the bioship in the hangar. I am almost as artificial as he is. Strong genes, stronger biotech, I need it to talk to him; the surgery you already did is enough, my body can do the rest." Aesen forced the doctor away as she stood up, striding quickly away down the ward, with him hurrying along behind her. Stepping through the bulkhead, she spotted Rede immediately, sat down in a chair opposite the door, he jumped up immediately, and wordlessly led her back to Acetes

Nids.

If you want, I have a fantasy story based around the entire history of Aurora.

Good luck to you.

Aesen woke slowly and painfully. Her first sensation was of several plastic tubes in her arms, and throat. Her eyes opened slowly, peering up at a stark white ceiling. Carefully, she turned her head to the side, catching sight of a rack of electronics, along with an empty chair. She tentatively reached out with her mind, battered and bruised as it was, and was immediately embraced by Acetes, the Falcon's mind wrapping around her's in an all encompassing embrace. Are you alright? I am sorry I hurt you, I wasn't trying to hurt you. She smiled slightly at Acetes' rapid-fire thoughts, responding just loudly enough for it to hear her, "I am going to be fine, love, just one hell of a headache; it wasn't your fault, there wasn't anything you could have done." Glancing over to her right, she spotted another woman, sat up on a bed; various medical devices hooked up to her; and an armed guard sat at the foot of her bed.

Inis suffers from Absence Epilepsy, meaning she will have short periods of time where her brain just stops receiving and sending information; up to 70 times a day; for between five and thirty seconds each time. Bright lights cause more severe seizures, where she just drops to the ground; and repeated severe seizures can put her into a state of constant seizure.

As soon as the pressurisation alarm ceased, Rede and another crew member rushed Aesen's gurney off of the ship; the repair drones parting silently before them as they half-sprinted to the hangar doors. As they reached them, Rede froze on the spot, paralysed by a sudden grip on his mind. You. Will. Help. Her. The pressure vanished immediately as he slapped his hand against the door panel, hoping it would open. Acetes was in pain, across it's entire port side it could see nothing; it's sensors were burnt out, though it could sense it's drones beginning to regrow them. With an effort of thought, it blocked the seared nerves, clearing it's mind of the burden of the pain. It could feel Aesen's mind, wrapped tightly in a cocoon of iron-hard thoughts. Acetes stretched it's distortion field, raising itself three metres from the metal floor of the hangar as it's drones continued repairs.

Rede let out a sigh of relief at the return message, "Thank you, Captain Zephyr. Acetes is heavily damaged; judging from the readouts, he isn't capable of generating a distortion field, we just used all our missiles, and most of our drones; and he doesn't have control of the railguns. We have Aesen on a medical trolley, she might have suffered some sort of brain trauma; but the root of her injuries is the damage to Acetes. Acetes itself was burned black on one side, with nutrient fluid leaking out of seared tubes, freezing to shield the damaged area. It's outer shell twitched occasionally as small drones were disgorged, seeking out breaches into the inner organs.

From Acetes' position, a million kilometres away, the elemental energy wavefront split the universe in two. On one side, the stars burnt with their usual untroubled tranquillity; opposite, that infinity vanished, replaced by a solid flat plane of raging photons. Aesen felt the light searing into Acetes, scorching sensor cells into crisps. Their mental bond acted like a conductor for the pure white light, allowing it to shine straight into her mind. She staggered about, shrieking as her body mimiced the agonised spasms of Acetes Consoles sparked and acted at their own accord as their twinned minds reeled in pain; Aesen's anguished scream blasted across the entire communication spectrum as the console malfunctioned, before cutting off. Aesen dropped to the floor with a thud, Acetes' pain finally overcoming her endurance as she lapsed into unconsciousness. Rede began to float off of the floor as Acetes released it's grip on gravity. Reaching out towards Acetes, his breath was forced from his lungs as he was temporarily submerged in their joint agony. He slapped his hand down on his broadcast key, hoping the console still functioned, "Mayday, this is the Falcon Acetes, we are heavily damaged, and our captain is disabled, I repeat, our captain is disabled, we need urgent medical assistance or we may lose control of our ship."

Acetes moved quickly towards the fixated bioships, it's missiles detaching from it's underside; solid-state thrusters activating the moment the craft was out of the way. The missiles streaked away towards the closest ship, four leading slightly ahead of the last, carrying explosive warheads. The last, was carrying a special payload; dozens of biological drones in a heavily armoured drop pod, programmed to seek out any breached nutrient feeds; and suck them dry. Acetes exchanged a dubious thought with Aesen, This had better work...