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Alastorn, the mythical world of darkness that has been intriguing countless scholars for ages.
Settlers from many other worlds have arrived for the many vast lands and resources in Alastorn, whether to restore the glories of old empires, building up new nations from stretch, harvest the vast deposits of wonders, raiding dungeons and caves for the lulz, or to simply find a cozy refuge in the dark wilderness.
The general theme of this roleplay is Urban Fantasy, with some elements leaning more into certain eras (Enlightenment, Medieval, Modern, Futuristic etc.).
Anyone is free to join this roleplay and is welcome! No matter if you joined RACC back in the day, or a random someone happening to bump onto this roleplay!
NOTE : Because most of us are probably busy with our lives most of the time, we have less time to roleplay and have fun. Therefore, activity level is lower now. However, you may submit some self-roleplays or backstories to keep the thread a bit more lively and active.
Maps
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Credits : xxx Status :(???)
We don't have any decent maps for Alastorn yet.
Not Yet!
Rules and Guidelines
Are you a Newcomer? ^^
If you want to join, just inform us by posting here. You can also begin your roleplay straight in your first post while telling us you're in for the game.
(Well, well, well... Would it be a bit weird and rude if a newbie just barge in without a simple greeting? Kehehe ^^)
Discord Server
Be sure to follow RACC's Discord server for more information! The link to the server is given by @Directive255 after you ask him. Oh, and you'll need a Discord account too!
Most out-of-character discussions regarding the roleplay should be done in the Discord server, at the #ooc-roleplay channel in the Debates-And-Talks category.
Roleplaying Styles don't matter as long as your reply is clear.
It's up to you whether you want to write paragraph walls or screenplays. At the very least, as long as you make it clear who were doing and speaking what in a given time.
However, no matter what style you use, you are recommended to be descriptive. But don't go overboard and long-winded either.
Don't worry about making mistakes.
If you’ve accidentally done some bad roleplay, please don’t feel bad about yourself. Every person is bound to commit some mistakes here and there. Your mistakes don’t make you a bad person, of course!
It doesn't excuse intentional and delibrate violations of rules, however.
Lore Consistency
To avoid conflicts and chaos, please follow the story established during the roleplay. However, you are free to participate and try to steer the roleplay into your direction, as long as it don't mess with the past.
Time Travel
Time Travel is not allowed under normal circumstances.
(If you respect the backstory, then we respect your contributions and we all will have a great fun time together! Everyone is happy!)
Dungeon Master
The current Dungeon Master of the roleplay is @Directive255. He's the boss, ya know?
The Roleplay World
The main world, Alastorn, will be developed and refined as the roleplay progresses, however a general picture of the world would be a dark planet, full of a variety of creatures, haunted by the shadows and rich in resources. Distant stars can still be seen, however.
The general name for this planet would be Alastorn, but your characters and factions may refer to this world as any other name.
Avoid powerplay MAJOR characters or armies (auto-hit / auto-control).
*Deroc rolls towards location* *Perikatan soldier aims at Deroc*
*Deroc is alerted of the soldier and stands still* *As Perikatan soldier shoots, Deroc rolls and dodges the bullets*
Deroc : "Phew, that was close!"
*Deroc moves towards the soldier* *Perikatan soldier aims at Deroc and fires another round of bullets*
*Deroc crouches and rolls away, making the bullets miss* *Deroc beheads the Perikatan soldier*
Eberhard is a character with the rank of Duke at the Duchy of Württemberg and does not belong to you.
*Kim Jong Un reaches a Württemberger base* *Eberhard is scared by the wrath of Kim Jong Un and leaves*
Eberhard screams on the way: "Oh noooooooo!!!! Retreat! I'm scared!"
Kin Jong Un : "Cowards!!!"
Powerplay is the control of another roleplayer's major characters, big armies and entire factions without permission.
You should not force the resolution of an action upon another player's MAJOR characters, SIGNIFICANT armies and ENTIRE factions without the owner's permission.
All MAJOR characters, SIGNIFICANT armies and ENTIRE factions that are the recipient of an action should be allowed a response. In other words, you cannot kill others' major characters or resurrect them, nor control their armies without permission of the Owner.
However, if you're writing a small combat scene and a few troops were involved, you could take that. But battles are a different story, parts of armies should be controlled by their respective Owners only.
If you join a faction owned by another player, it does NOT mean you will have COMPLETE control of the entire faction. Should you require a large army, please ask the owner's permission. However, if only a little army is needed, you could take that.
Avoid metagaming.
Metagame is defined as the use of out-of-character information in roleplayed actions, behaviors and thoughts, which your character(s) could not have known.
You should always make an effort to think about what information is actually available to your character(s) when deciding on what to do. If the GMs don't limit your character in what knowledge is available to you, then you should do so yourself. A character that knows everything is just as annoying to play with as a character that kills everything.
Credibility
While powerplay is forbidden, bear in mind that you should also stay within the range of credibility. Most actions have their consequences. One cannot be simply invincible to all, not be an all-knowing Fortune Tellah.
Also keep in mind that divine showdowns are serious businesses. When two extremely powerful forces collide, it will not be something like "X Punches Y, Y dies. Everyone is happy."
There's going to be consequences, and chances are a lot of people won't like 'em.
Godmodding! Is!! Prohibited!!!
Godmodding is defined as the ability for a character to do practically anything without reasonable limits or boundaries, as well as being invulnerable to any and all means.
You should always try to balance your character(s) with interestinh strengths and weaknesses. There’s no getting around this one. Every character should have flaws and strengths.
It's no fun to be part of the same roleplaying group that are All-Powerful. Please avoid making a character which is too far over the top.
Roleplaying will be more fun for you as well as your fellow rolerplayers if you don't just lawnmow every challenge. The greatest fun in roleplaying isn't vanquishing endless amounts of foes without breaking a sweat. Sure, that can be fun too, but if you ask me there's much more enjoyment in getting into trouble and using your wicked cunning skills to get out of it and helping together to overcome obstacles.
Checks and Balances (inspired from Chronicles of the Omniverse)
Despite the rule prohibiting godmodding however, every player needs to understand though is that not all characters, nations, weapons, and abilities are going to be equal in power and strength. It would be strange for a powerless ten year old character to have equal attack and defense power as a fully armed military soldier, or a fantastical dragon.
On the other hand, if your high-powered characters are rampaging around and stomping weaker characters, chances are it's going to attract the attention of entities with greater powers.
Numbers.
Each Player should be considerate and keep their number of characters and factions under control. Otherwise, the roleplay may turn messy and chaotic as fuck.
The recommended maximum of player factions each normal player can own is ONE to TWO. As for active major characters (MC), preferably two to six active MC per player. Exceptions may be made in some circumstances.
Backstory characters and dormant characters don't count, but it's still encouraged to keep the number as low as possible.
Pastebin
You don't have to make an entry about your characters. Though it is encouraged to do so. If you do, it doesn't matter where you put it, as long as it is accessible in the Internet (so others can read your entry).
BOSS FACTIONS
Boss Factions are huge factions with a ton of characters and armies, and are exempt from certain limits. Boss Factions are mostly designed for one or more Events or to progess the plot. Boss Factions may be reduced to normal factions as the plot progresses.
However, they need approval of the Dungeon Master (@Directive255) to be formed or elevated. If you want your own Boss Faction, please ask the Dungeon Master.
Know your OOCs and ICs.
Always make sure that it is abundantly clear what is being said or done by your character(s) and what is being said by YOU.
A good way to distinguish between the two is to preface them with 'OOC' (Out Of Character) and 'IC' (In Character) tags.
Consider what is appropriate for the setting.
Whether or not something is appropriate depends heavily on the circumferences in the roleplay world.
As an example, be mindful of how your character would realistically speak. A medieval knight won't say things the same way a future person from modern times would.
Another thing to consider is the magic level and technology level of your faction, when compared to your peers' as well as the theme of the roleplay (if any). Sure you can have your faction being pioneers in a certain field of technology and magic, but please don't go too over the top and powerful. (see also rules #1 and #5)
Obviously it's hard to be completely realistic here, but it's worth it to give it your best shot.
Introductory Moment
An Introductory Moment is optional. An Introductory Moment is made when you wish to introduce your characters and factions, and show us how they entered the roleplay world and perhaps reveal some backstory. Appearances of other worlds, backstory characters and mentions of other names will be acceptable in such case.
Backstories and Self-Roleplays
As for backstories and self-roleplays, they are allowed at a moderate frequency. Just don't shift the main focus of the roleplay, and don't do it too much and you're fine.
In-Character Roleplays within Private Conversations
If you have a Private Conversation with others that is relevant to this Roleplay, you are recommended to invite the Dungeon Master into the Private Conversation.
Don't worry, I won't metagame nor expose the privacy of the Private Conversation to anyone else.
HOWEVER!!! If I am not in any Private Conversations, then I reserve the rights to dismiss parts of, or entirety of the said Private Conversations as non-canon.
Please don't insult other roleplayers, it's just a game for fun.
For more information, please refer to the Storyteller's Circle's Site Rules along with our First and Second Group Rules .
Example:
This is allowed:
Devin : "I declare war on you"
*Devin draws his sword with Rage*
Devin : "You will pay for your crimes"
*Devin fights with Mythic*
And this is NOT allowed:
DeweiFan001 (Owner of Devin) : "You damn bastard!!!"
And please don't use taboos for insulting cases out-of-character.
Example:
DeweiFan001 (Owner of Devin) : "Hahahahaha, f*** you!"
REPEAT : Don't worry about making mistakes.
If you’ve accidentally done some bad roleplay, please don’t feel bad about yourself. Every person is bound to commit some mistakes here and there. Your mistakes don’t make you a bad person, of course!
It doesn't excuse intentional and delibrate violations of rules, however.
Last but not least, have fun and enjoy the roleplaying!
Roleplaying is not only writing a collaborative story. Roleplaying is above all about fun, right? That's why you're here!
The Roleplay is moderated and managed by a group of trusted members (Managers) - the Management - appointed by the Dungeon Master. They are mainly appointed to give advice to fellow roleplayers, provide suggestions, help keeping the roleplay in check, and start a debate if any problem arises. Decisions are to be made either by the Dungeon Master alone or by a consensus among Managers.
Below are a group of Managers, both Active, Retired and Promoted:
------ Monday, 30 April 973 AR (2885 AD) -----
------ Klungsberg, Whampoa Reich on Earth -----
Klungsberg, once a prominent hub of gleaming skyscrapers and elegant mansions, was falling apart into ruins as the war spilled into the Malayan Peninsula.
The dirty streets of Klungsberg, now full of rubbles and ashes, was immersed by a deathly silence. But that deathly silence was interrupted. Rapid footsteps were heard as troops sporting spiked helmets rushed their way through the streets. Armed civilians poured themselves out of their homes and began following the troops.
"Berzuang hingga Darahtitisan terakhir! Demi Kaisari dan Raishi!" a soldier shouted, "We must evacuate as many as possible and get us all to the damn portal! Before they kill off our homies!"
Another soldier said, "Ja, Sehati Seziwe! Wotei adelah dieh Wongpouien, wotei tak akan memutus Asekan woteis! Heil Kaisar!"
"Take cover!"
All of the Whampoa lowered themselves down as a bomb flew hitting a building beside, blowing it into oblivion.
"Now! Move, move, move!"
"Betichod! Don't you dare flee from justice!" Soon, the Whampoa would find themselves chased by a legion of angry turban wearing Indians.
"Half of you, go with the civilians and bring them to safety!" a big and tall figure shouted, "The rest will deal with the Kales!"
"Jawoll!"
Soon a crossfire between the Whampoa defenders and the Indian attackers erupted. Behind the crossfire, the Whampoa spared no time to waste and brought as many civilians and supplies as they could. However they would be greeted by Indian bombs on their way.
However, the defenders couldn't stand their ground against the growing numbers of vengeful Indians, and backed off as the Indians advanced closer. For every Whampoa fallen in the battle, the Indian ranks will be bolstered by ten.
"The goddamn Manchurians have arrived! And the Kales are drawing closer! We must rescue as many as possible and hold our ground!"
"Ah, at last! The portal is opened! Hurry your way and fall back, homies!"
All the Whampoa raced against time to get to the portal while salvaging as many as they can, while the Indians got closer every minute and the Peiyangese began their chase as well.
***A Few Moments Later***
Most of the surviving Whampoa had gathered themselves around the giant gateway, while being completely encircled by the Allies.
"Das Reich verlässt die Erde! Dieh Raish meninggal das Bumikan!" a muscular, slim figure as big as Hercules, who was none other than Tschan Berthold, proclaimed on top of the gateway.
"Long live our Kaiser Berthold! Amaterasu blesses our Kaiser and Reich!" the crowds and legions of Whampoa cheered.
"You cunning Allies may have snatched our rightful lands away here, but we shall reborn and arise in another world! One day we will return to set things right!" Berthold screamed at the skies.
"Wotei adelah dieh Wongpouien, wotei tak akan memutus Asekan woteis! Tinziu menkurnia Raishkan woteis!"
"Now, it's time to rush for this dark world! Huzzah!"
"Gutentag, Dunie yang baru! Slamat Tinggal, Bumiku! Wotei akan balik suatu Hari nanti!"
"Hey, stupid Pickelhauben! You can't escape justice!"
The Whampoa heeded no call to the angry Indians and then proceeded to pour themselves into the portal without any moment of doubt.
***Alastorn***
The blobs of Whampoa survivors were poured out into the mysterious lands of a strange new world, a strange new world buried by darkness.
Just as they heaved a sigh of relief, however, the Allies poured themselves immediately behind their tails chasing them.
"Ah, fuck this shit!" Kaiser Berthold cussed, "Follow me and run for the Reich's glory!"
Suddenly, a horde of barbarians and dark beasts rushed towards the scene and encircled both forces.
"Shadowspawns of this evil world! Kill 'em all!"
The Allies immediately clashed with the dark horde, provoking a bloody battle...
Meanwhile the Whampoa spared no time and ran away from the drama.
"Whew... that was such a close call..." Kaiser Berthold heaved, "Now we need to find a place to rebuild our glorious Reich."
===============
@Zombie, should I make Wadolf Hitlgong a native who the Whampoa encountered in the Alastorn wilderness?
Above space in Alastorn, a strong disturbance could be felt.
Warp Portals opened and emerged the Shadowridge Expedition with it's large armada.
A huge fleet of Valkyrie shuttles, Helldrakes, Stinger Fighters, Tempest Carriers and Colonizers made their way down onto an isolated part of the planet and started the construction of a settlement.
Every hour, Valkyrie shuttles would leave the crusiers to deploy more troops onto the surface of the planet.
A portal was formed in the eastern side of Alastorn. A female, followed by many male and female, flows through the portal. All of the people flowing through has one same thing in their equipment, a symbol of 5 pointed star. A young male, around his early twentieth, approached the first female.
"Mother, is this the place?" He asked.
"Yes, Azketh. Prepare the communication link now. We need to report the others," the female replied in a calm and motherly tone. She also raises one of her hands and starts to create a red light that repels the darkness away.
"Yes mother," he replied and started to take out several black powder and write symbols on his hand as he chants something.
"Wind of the East, Road of the West, Sky to the North, World to the South. Fly along the flow of winds and spread the call in the emperor's name. Binding Art 65 : Heaven Net!"
As the male's hand is extended to the front of himself, a square appeared in front of him with black borders with white in between. The square moved away from his hand as a communication seems to be constructed with those on the other side of the portal.
"We have found the dark world the emperor asked to search. We are still searching for signs of life but have yet to encounter one. I hope we can get reinforcement to hasten the research and begin the work," the female said to the square, and after the message was sent, the square dissipates.
"Very well. We will make our small encampment here until we receive reinforcements. Azketh, I entrust a detachment troop to scout the area," the female said and everyone responds with a nod. After that, everyone starts making some campfires and Azketh brings a detachment with him to search nearby area.
=============== The Growing Tides -- Introductory Moment for the Empire of Hakyiu a.k.a. Obsidian Empire ===============
------ Friday, 20 April 973 AR (2885 AD) -----
------ Haklungsheng, Empire of Hakyiu -----
Within her enormous citadel as big as an entire hill, In one of the enclosed chambers deep down, the Dragonqueen Goh Yuet-yin was holding a meeting with her close minions. Being a colossal yet gracefully slim lady, Yuet-yin was very striking compared to her minions gathering around her.
"So, my cute little Kee Wah," Goh Yuet-yin leaned towards a youthful man and held his chin, "what have you found out about the opening rift? And what about the world behind the rift, sweetheart?"
"Ohh," Lam Kee Wah said with a blushed face, "Well, mistress, the rift was opened from our homeworl--"
"Wait, what?"
The entire chamber was suddenly flooded with murmurs and shouts.
"You don't say... Malaysia?"
The entire chamber went silent. All the eyes were gazing at Kee Wah with awe.
"Y-yes, milady! Malaysia... Klungsberg to be exact."
"Really??? Are you serious?!" Goh Yuet-yin exclaimed in surprise, "This cannot be... are you really sure about this?"
She then pinched his face playfully for a few seconds and lightly slapped his cute face.
"Yes, my queen! Look, milady, we even took some photos too, not just in Klungsberg, but also in Kwangchow and Saigon as well." Kee Wah then reached his pocket and showed her the photos his team has taken on the world Terra.
"Ohhh??" everyone else blurted.
"Interesting. I wonder how well did the damned Revitals fare. Let's look at those pictures, everyone,"
Everyone went surrounding Kee Wah and looked at the photos with huge interest.
Some of the pictures show well-armored soldiers sporting their glorious spiked helmets, a few others show futuristic glowing panzers driving on bodies of water, while the rest of them are pictures of once elegant cities ravaged to ruins and rubbles. Besides, most of the pictures contain weird words written in some mutated Malay language as well.
"This... this..." Goh Yuet-yin mumbled, "Don't tell me, the Hohenzollerns has occupied Southeast Asia..."
"Don't worry, milady, we are not going to face a revived German Reich. But rather, a weird nation of mixed Chinese, Pinoys, Vietnamese and Malays who name themselves after the Whampoa Legion, speaking in some weird Malay-German mixed rojak while bearing the symbols of the Kuomintang."
"Oh no, don't tell me... the prophecy went real... that every holy empire will turn into a clusterfuck of warring states and becoming something totally opposite of their name later on..." Goh Yuet-yin mumbled, "There's no other way for this to happen. The Holy Huaxian Empire must have turned into something neither Holy, nor Huaxian, nor an Empire; from which a strong Malaysia rose from the Whampoa Legion into prominence and later united the Whampoa nation..."
"That means..." she continued, "We will face a powerful foe soon. We will face a much stronger Kaiserreich, plus some fast tanks that can swim on water as fast as they drive on hard mountains!"
"Don't worry, milady. From what we've seen there, it seems that this Whampoa Reich has been caught in a tricky war against the Indians, the Northern Chinese and the British. The Whampoa Reich seems to be losing ground, milady."
"Hmm... interesting."
"So, we must prepare ourselves for the big surprise. We must surprise them with a welcome, when these Whampoa get into MY world. As guests to MY world, they have to kneel before ME and pledge their service, if they wish to seek shelter here and keep their beloved Kaiserreich in name. We need their service, manpower and knowledge. Our empire must keep growing and expanding, the past eight hundred years were not enough for us."
"And with these Whampoa on my side, I will then finally deal a crushing blow to the stubborn Revitals and their barbarian friends......"
===============
------ Monday, 30 April 973 AR (2885 AD) -----
------ Empire of Hakyiu -----
Sensing the sudden spike of rifts breaking open in the world, and the sudden influx of many aliens, the Dragonqueen once again called for an emergency meeting for the Obsidian Kongsi's central council.
"Greetings, homies," Goh Yuet-yin spoke to all the three hundred Triads present, "I have something urgent to discuss with you guys and gals. For nearly eight hundred years, we have been growing and ruling our domains unchallenged in this dark world of mine. My empire continued to grow day by day, month by month, and year by year in relative peace. But now, MY rightful supremacy over the world of Alastorn is threatened. Many newcomers broke the barriers to MY world and carved their rebellious nations WITHOUT PAYING ME RENT!!! All the lands and wonders of this beautiful world belong to ME, and they must be MY servants and fiefs if they wish to stay!"
"And now, we must find some ways to bring these barbarians to submission! They must PAY RENT and pledge their service to me, if they seek shelter and prosperity in MY world!"
The ruling elites of the Obsidian Kongsi then took three hours to discuss about what to do with the newcomers.
Above space in Alastorn, a strong disturbance could be felt.
Warp Portals opened and emerged the Shadowridge Expedition with it's large armada.
A huge fleet of Valkyrie shuttles, Helldrakes, Stinger Fighters, Tempest Carriers and Colonizers made their way down onto an isolated part of the planet and started the construction of a settlement.
Every hour, Valkyrie shuttles would leave the crusiers to deploy more troops onto the surface of the planet.
Halfway when the Shadowridges began to set up shop, they were soon approached by massive legions and hordes of living golems, muscular humans, tough orcs, shadowspawns and war machines. A moment later, many more Shadowspawns and dark golems showed up suddenly from the darkness. And the Shadowridges are encircled by many more of these legions. Above the skies, flying obsidian griffinns, nether dragons and obsidian fighter jets circled around the Shadowridge spacecrafts as well.
"Greetings, tenants." a sexy feminine voice echoed in a soft but clear voice, "Welcome to the dark world of Alastorn, where countless treasures and wonders resides within the beauteous darkness. You're inside the lands of the Empire of Hakyiu right now. Well, we're sorry but this entire beautiful world is owned by our beloved Dragonqueen -- Goh Yuet-yin. Ohh, how sad and depressing, isn't it? But don't worry! You can stay in her glorious lands, but only if you pay your rents and swear homage to her. Aww, would be sexy to be blessed with a land from the Dragonqueen, and a honor to server her, no?"
A portal was formed in the eastern side of Alastorn. A female, followed by many male and female, flows through the portal. All of the people flowing through has one same thing in their equipment, a symbol of 5 pointed star. A young male, around his early twentieth, approached the first female.
As soon as the portal opened, a legion of Obsidians was dispatched to welcome the newcomers. They were still on their way for half an hour.
After a moment, the Obsidians have arrived. Without making a noise, the Obsidians silently observed the newcomers within the dark. They were certainly amused by the guy's Binding Art trickery.
"Wind of the East, Road of the West, Sky to the North, World to the South. Fly along the flow of winds and spread the call in the emperor's name. Binding Art 65 : Heaven Net!"
As the male's hand is extended to the front of himself, a square appeared in front of him with black borders with white in between. The square moved away from his hand as a communication seems to be constructed with those on the other side of the portal.
"We have found the dark world the emperor asked to search. We are still searching for signs of life but have yet to encounter one. I hope we can get reinforcement to hasten the research and begin the work," the female said to the square, and after the message was sent, the square dissipates.
"Very well. We will make our small encampment here until we receive reinforcements. Azketh, I entrust a detachment troop to scout the area," the female said and everyone responds with a nod. After that, everyone starts making some campfires and Azketh brings a detachment with him to search nearby area.
"Uh-oh..."
"They are trying to bring more of their friends here, no? And raise a colony here and steal her gorgeous lands?"
"Ahh, they're looking for signs of life. Then we'll show them some. We need to talk with them before they get strong enough to defy our Dragonqueen."
After Azketh left for scouting with his detachment for a moment, the Obsidians suddenly rose from the darkness and slowly but proudly approached the camp. A gang of buffed up humans, hardened orcs, shady shadowspawns and walking stone golems stood right before the motherly figure who seemed to be in charge.
"Well, well, well..." a dark, deep voice spoke from the shadows, "We have some new tenants, are we? Interesting..."
The voice cracked some giggles.
"Ahh, welcome to the dark world of Alastorn, tenants. I'm pretty sure you dudes are attracted by the charms and wonders here. Those things are why you bothered, right? Haha, but the entire world of Alastorn is under the Empire of Hakyiu. Every inch of Alastornian land belongs to our great Dragonqueen. Well, it's pretty sad to leave soon after you just set up shop, righty? Well, no worries, our Dragonqueen is generous enough for an offer. If you wish to stay here and see the wonders of Alastorn, then you must pay your rents and pledge your service to ourbeloved Dragonqueen. After all, you are newcomers stepping on her properties, right? So it's rightful for you to pay your rents and offer your services to her."
@Directive255 Numberless guardsmen poured out from the buildings forming rows upon rows of steel armor and lasguns. Behind them roared up Tanks, self propelled artillery and Titan mechs.
A single fully armored orc(Lord Commander) came up and spoke with a booming voice “We are bound to one lord, our lord Leo akastenix. The Shadowridge Expedition comes In peace with the goal of setting up new colonies and allies. We would be willing to have diplomatic relations with your queen. We are always in need of more allies, trade partners and exotic technologies and are willing to share worlds!”
After Azketh left for scouting with his detachment for a moment, the Obsidians suddenly rose from the darkness and slowly but proudly approached the camp. A gang of buffed up humans, hardened orcs, shady shadowspawns and walking stone golems stood right before the motherly figure who seemed to be in charge.
"Well, well, well..." a dark, deep voice spoke from the shadows, "We have some new tenants, are we? Interesting..."
The voice cracked some giggles.
"Ahh, welcome to the dark world of Alastorn, tenants. I'm pretty sure you dudes are attracted by the charms and wonders here. Those things are why you bothered, right? Haha, but the entire world of Alastorn is under the Empire of Hakyiu. Every inch of Alastornian land belongs to our great Dragonqueen. Well, it's pretty sad to leave soon after you just set up shop, righty? Well, no worries, our Dragonqueen is generous enough for an offer. If you wish to stay here and see the wonders of Alastorn, then you must pay your rents and pledge your service to ourbeloved Dragonqueen. After all, you are newcomers stepping on her properties, right? So it's rightful for you to pay your rents and offer your services to her."
Many of the soldiers are afraid of the mysterious people. The female, stands up from her position to in front of her soldiers. By each inch she approaches the Haikyu Empire's army, a stench of immense power is crippling into the army. Calmly, with her sword sheathed, she puts herself in front of the army.
"Hello, what a pleasant greeting that is. Allow me to introduce myself first then, I am Ahanne Charisae, captain of the 5th Division of Shadow Empire. I take it that these lands all belong to your dragonqueen?" She speaks politely then takes a breath, "we only can abide to the first condition, as our loyalty lies with our emperor. If we have to pay more than most, we take that instead," she offers her bargain.
"For some reason, I fear she might be going nuts."
"She tries to bargain with enemies with this sheer strength of presence? Is she nuts?"
"Hey guys, stop whispering like that, it's impolite."
Ahanne smiles as she listens to the her troops' whispering. She knows her army is very afraid of her opponent, and considering the fact most of them never sees her in direct combat, they doubt her abilities, which is normal for her.
***
Azketh and his soldiers moved slowly as they approached an outpost of Haikyu Empire.
"Hmm... it seems we're not the only ones in this dark planet. I thought there will be only random monsters and not an outpost like that. Seems my guess was wrong," Azketh speaks as his forces stops at a nearby hill above the outpost.
"Should we proceed, lieutenant Azketh?" A soldier asks Azketh of his decision of the situation.
"No. We cannot affirm what might lie in wait for us. We can't even affirm if we are in hostile or neutral territory either. The additional fact that we relied on our Battle Art to get some light just proves this is further beyond normal world. All unit, pull back," Azketh replies and others a calm and slow retreat from the hill back to the camp.
==================== The Soviet March -- Introductory moment for Revolutionary Soviet Union. ====================
In New Moscow, where people stamped across every road, busy from working their job. Polices patrols in the street, cars roaring their engine, and hammers being struck into a hot fiery metals. A convoy of trucks, carrying weapons and ammunitions, were moved into the military encampment to refill the supplies for every soldiers and conscripts. There's also a presence of a mechanized patrols, fearing every civilians in their sight and making sure no one will commit such crime.
The sun has set into the ground as the moon rises into the clear sky, as many city lights has been activated to light up the area from darkness. Polices began patrolling in the city to find such illegal operations from any criminals. Drones, owned by the government, were dispatched to aid the polices as they soar into the sky.
A bunch of security vehicles, escorting a black limo, were moving through the road as they arrived in front of the city hall. A lot of interviewers suddenly appeared from darkness as they began taking their camera and microphone for interview but no avail to them due to securities were resisting them. As the black limo stopped in front of the entrance of the city hall, one of the security opened the rear door, revealing a president stepping out of the car.
Vlaschky Dimitri, president of the Revolutionary Soviet Union, began walking into the city hall with his escorts helped him leading the way. As the doors opened, there's multiple men, greeting the president and handshake with him. He continued to walk as he arrived into the council room, where multiple council members were sitting on their chair.
He later sat into the chair as one of the council members began its conversation.
"My president, there's been multiple military activities appearing just near our border, owned by the Japanese government and Chinese government. It's seems they're preparing some sort of attack.."
"Then send multiple of our divisions into our border, let them alert our military if Japan or China moved their forces near our border", one of the council member nodded after receiving a response from Dimitri.
"Anyway..", Dimitri said, "What's the status of both our economy and industry?"
"Our economy is stable and growing perfectly well. And our industry is operational and more improvement can be issued if you wish.", one of the council member responded.
"Good.", he spoke, "A report, from our people, is that there's unknown gravitational force occuring within the sector of Leningrad. Some of them told that there's some sort of portal being developed from it." he said, multiple members began whispering about this report however.
"We have no idea how this phenomenal force happening. I've already sent our best researchers to learn more about this.", he continued.
"Just in case, my president. Shall we send few of our divisions into Leningrad just in case if something wrong happened.", one of the council member.
"Of course.", he responded, "We no idea how this portal works and it is ideal to send our troops for protection."
This has been continued for multiple hours. They've talked about the issues of hostility from multiple democratic countries, terrorism, and illegal operations until now:
"So it has been decided.", he spoke, "All these issues will be recovered until next few weeks and for the portal however must be observed always. I'll take my leave then." Dimitri said as he stood up from his chair and left the room.
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The tremendous fear from the newcomers have amused and also empowered the Obsidians.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh..." the dark voice giggled, "Comply with our queen, or suffer!"
The female, stands up from her position to in front of her soldiers.
"Ohh, a tough little gal. Woo..." the dark voice commented in a half-insulting, half-applauding tone.
By each inch she approaches the Haikyu Empire's army, a stench of immense power is crippling into the army. Calmly, with her sword sheathed, she puts herself in front of the army.
"This gal is quite remarkable. Interesting." said the voice again.
"Hello, what a pleasant greeting that is. Allow me to introduce myself first then, I am Ahanne Charisae, captain of the 5th Division of Shadow Empire. I take it that these lands all belong to your dragonqueen?" She speaks politely then takes a breath, "we only can abide to the first condition, as our loyalty lies with our emperor. If we have to pay more than most, we take that instead," she offers her bargain.
"Hmm... interesting. Allow me to introduce myself next, I am Deowrig, Chief Magister of the Empire of Hakyiu." a green wraith showed up from the shadows, bearing an intense presence upon surfacing. "Well, there has never been any other major powers in this world, other than Hakyiu. And yes, all of the lands here belong to our Dragonqueen. She has ruled the lands for more than 800 years and taken good care of them."
"More rental pay is always appreciated. If so, then you most probably also have to provide us with your technologies, magiks and supplies. Especially the Heaven Net trickery your son has. However, I don't have the power to make any big decisions yet. I will ask the Dragonqueen to negotiate with you instead."
"For some reason, I fear she might be going nuts."
"She tries to bargain with enemies with this sheer strength of presence? Is she nuts?"
"Hey guys, stop whispering like that, it's impolite."
Ahanne smiles as she listens to the her troops' whispering. She knows her army is very afraid of her opponent, and considering the fact most of them never sees her in direct combat, they doubt her abilities, which is normal for her.
Deowrig couldn't help but show a smirk on his amused face. He even trembled a little because he tried too hard to suppress his laughter.
But a few seconds later, Deowrig returned to normal and stopped giggling.
"I will be going to see the Dragonqueen, Ahanne. I will be back in awhile. Meanwhile, our forces will keep watch over your forces. Don't try anything crazy, for we are all over the darkness. We are always there watching you like your own shadow."
Deowrig then turned to his minions and said, "Keep watch over these newcomers. Do not fire unless they have attacked or ventured too far."
"Yes, Lord Deowrig!"
"Good."
Deowrig rose both of his arms and channeled some mysterious energies swinging his arms. Afterwards, a purple flash glew in his place, then he vanished without a trace when the flash disappeared.
@Directive255 Numberless guardsmen poured out from the buildings forming rows upon rows of steel armor and lasguns. Behind them roared up Tanks, self propelled artillery and Titan mechs.
A single fully armored orc(Lord Commander) came up and spoke with a booming voice “We are bound to one lord, our lord Leo akastenix. The Shadowridge Expedition comes In peace with the goal of setting up new colonies and allies. We would be willing to have diplomatic relations with your queen. We are always in need of more allies, trade partners and exotic technologies and are willing to share worlds!”
@Leo Akastenix The Obsidians moved into defensive positions as the aliens came out from their buildings in swarms.
"What?" the succubus was suddenly caught in surprise. She was left silent for a minute, looking around as she tried to gather her thoughts and words.
"Hmm... this... very well. But I'm not the one in charge yet, but I can relay your message to her. Fine, I shall ask the Dragonqueen if she would be interested or not,"
"Before any response from the Dragonqueen, our troops will continue to stay here and watch over you guys. See you later!"
The succubus and a few other shadowy figures turned away and left.
While the rest of the Obsidian legions remained there keeping an eye over the Shadowridges.
In the cold silent darkness, Obsidians silently observed the group of alien scouts as they approached.
The outpost was already notably big and prosperous. It was a fortified town shielded by a circle of thick, tall city walls, and further secured with guns and patrols all around.
The patrols consist not only of muscular humanoids but also dark hounds and even several reddish wraiths as well.
All the soldiers and beasts around and in the outpost, seemed unusually alert and well-prepared.
They frequently look around and never a moment do they dare to slack off.
At the same time, big corpses of dead soldiers wearing spiked helmets along with some darkwolves were scattered outside the outpost.
Looks like something big was about to happen soon, or was happening right at the time, or had happened fairly recently.
While trekking the strange dark lands of this exotic world, the Whampoa encountered a bloody battle nearby.
A group of soldiers wearing familiar spiked helmets was fending off a horde of dark creatures and savage gangsters.
Just behind the battlefield stood the very outpost that Azketh and his scouts have encountered moments ago.
As the Kaiser rose his right hand upwards with the palm open, the Whampoa stood back and observed the fighting in hiding.
"Kaisar, ade Shelat di depan wotang! Wotei nampak fertautish Orang yang berpickelhaube bergaduh dengan dakish Monstai! (Kaiser, there's a fight in front of us! We see familiar people wearing Pickelhauben arguing with dark monsters!)" a fully armored and seemingly prominent official asked Berthold, "Ape tindakan boleh wotei mengambil? (What actions can we take?)"
The Kaiser remained silent for a brief moment. After a minute of silence, the Kaiser pressed his microphone and gave his instruction.
"Tunggu sekeziap, memerhatilah Keadaan dulu, sebelum wotei bertindak. Mungkin wuziudnye Keziutan dalam Dunkelheiti ini. (Wait a moment, let's observe the situation first, before we act. There can be some nasty surprises in the darkness.)"
"Jawoll, wakus Kaisar." all the other Whampoa replied.
***
"Niemals! Kite takkan memutus Asekan! Kite akan berzuang sampai mati! (Never! We will not give up! We will fight until we die!)" yelled a bulky warriror on a spiked helmet as he blew a Shadowhound that was heading his way.
"Ugh!"
A palm of dark and muddy tentacles burning in dark flames arose from the dark land and grabbed the bulky warrior tightly. Upon contact, the bulky warrior was burning in dark flames while being strangled and trapped by the sticky, acidic tentacles.
"Mu... mu... biss sangat keziam! (You... you... are very cruel!)"
"What? I don't speak barbarian! Stop--"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggghhh!!!"
"Huh?!" the succubus turned backwards, and another warrior hopped towards the succubus, then stabbed her rapidly out of rage, killing the succubus.
As the succubus fell from the sudden attack, the unlucky man was left melting into a puddle of dark slime, but his soul flew away from the torment.
The dark slime then quickly bounced onto the warrior's head, consuming and suffocating another poor warrior.
It didn't take long for the Obsidians to overpower the local Revitals with their sheer magiks and shadows.
***
The Kaisar, along with the other Whampoa, was deeply disturbed by the horrific scenes. Besdies, the poor warriors who were tormented by the evil magiks resembled their own countrymen a lot.
"Yes, that's it!" a furious Berthold yelled with a thunderous voice trembling the earth, "Levitalmun Dunies ini, bersatu! Wotei sini membantu leitang Levitalmuni lawan das Gelapsamseng!"
"Semue Wongpouien, berkriglah! Mari wotei membangga Lam Tsih-keong! (All Whampoa, let's go battle! Let us make Lam Tsih-keong proud!)"
Suddenly, the Whampoa troops and war machines rushed towards the battlefield. With far advanced equipment and high morale, the Whampoa easily bombarded the sadistic Obsidians into a living hell with massive rains of flames, plasmas and lasers. The local Revitals with their massive numbers also joined the Whampoa and dealt a crushing blow against the Obsidian Triads.
The dumbfounded Obsidians could not react to the sudden shift in time, and got themselves squished between a hard place and a rock.
"What the fuck?!" a furious feminine voice screamed, "This cannot be! This cannot be! Retreat to the outposts! Damn!"
"Damn you, Revital barbarians! Rhelsha will beat you anyways! This is merely a setback! I will return! I will return to bring you order and culture! Barbarians!"
The surviving Obsidian troops quickly blended into the darkness and vanished as they retreat.
***
After the battle, the Whampoa and the local Revitals met each other. The local Revitals were really grateful for the help.
"Trime Kasih atas Bantuan kalians, Encik! Tanpe Bantuan kalians, kite pasti akan kalah nanti! (Many thanks for your assistance, mister! Without your help, we will lose soon!)" a colossal man in a fancy uniform greeted Kaiser Berthold with a sincere smile.
He then continued, "Saye bin Moris von Proysen, sorang Keneral des Revitalbunds dun dieh Doish Kaisar. Kamu Kaisar bagi mane Negara? Dan siapekah kalian semue, dan kenapekah kalian berakhir di Dunie ini? Ah, kalian semue nampak macam fertrautish, macam Revitalish Barisan pade Mase yang dulu. (I am Moritz von Preußen, a General of the Revital Union and also the German Kaiser. You're Kaiser for which country? And who are you all, and why do you end up here? Ah, you look familiar by the way, like the Revital Front in the olden times.)"
"Ohh...", Kaiser Berthold saluted Moritz and then replied, "Wa adelah Tschan Berthold von Lenggong, dieh Kyunik von Nanyang dan zuge Kaisar des Wongpouish Raishes. Wotei adelah dieh Wongpouien, tapi Negare woteis telah diancam oleh Kuase lain. Skarang wotei dikeziar, dan wotei sedang mencari Kediamanstempat. Oh, dan zuge Tempat demi Pemulihkan Raishes woteis!"
"(I am Tschan Berthold von Lenggong, the King of Nanyang and also Kaiser of the Whampoa Reich. We are the Whampoa, but our country has been overrun by the other powers. Right now, we are being chased, and we are looking for shelter. Oh, and also a place to restore our Reich!)"
Berthold paused and took a deep breath. Then he continued with a smile, "Wa tau ape lu nak menanye. Apekah itu Wongpouish Nation? Kenapekah muncul sebuah Wongpouish Raish? Oh, minte Maaf, tapi ini jatko Kisah yang pantsiang. Wa tak sempat mencerite Kisahkan skarang. Wa akan menerang Kisahkan ini nanti, ziangan risaulah."
"(I know what are you going to ask. What is the Whampoa Nation? Why has a Whampoa Reich risen? Oh, but pardon, this is a long tale. I cannot cover the entire story now. I will explain the story later, don't worry.)"
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@Leo Akastenix Instead of forcing the Shadowridges into total submission, Goh Yuet-yin has instead agreed to form an equal alliance with the Shadowridge Empire.
***
@Daffa the Mage Deowrig later returned to Ahanne and said, "We're ready for a talk."
The Obsidians moved into defensive positions as the aliens came out from their buildings in swarms.
"What?" the succubus was suddenly caught in surprise. She was left silent for a minute, looking around as she tried to gather her thoughts and words.
"Hmm... this... very well. But I'm not the one in charge yet, but I can relay your message to her. Fine, I shall ask the Dragonqueen if she would be interested or not,"
"Before any response from the Dragonqueen, our troops will continue to stay here and watch over you guys. See you later!"
The succubus and a few other shadowy figures turned away and left.
While the rest of the Obsidian legions remained there keeping an eye over the Shadowridges.
The Lord Commander turns back towards his legions and waved his hand. All the guardsmen lowered their weapons, started walking back towards their posts and continued their routine.
The Commander however, stood out there alone as if waiting a reply along with his personal retinue of Felguards and Doomguards.
The Lord Commander exclaimed "Excellent!, you will not regret it!"
He turned to a Felguard "Go vox High Command the natives have agreed to an alliance."
Above the atmosphere of Alastorn, Kel'drax sat in the bridge of his flagship "The Fury of Armageddon" when a vox signal came in. "Archwarlock, we have had contact with the natives. They have agreed to an alliance." said the Felguard when he was put on screen.
"Very well, proceed with the construction of the base. You have clearance for construction of Gantries" Kel'drax said.
A Valkyrie shuttle landed and outcame several warlocks, doomguards and felguards.
The head Warlock said "Kel'drax has sent us as emissaries. He requests a construction of an embassy at your capital"
"Ave Victoria!" - Wadolf shouted. "Heil dem Kaiser! Death to our enemies!"
He drew his flaming Zweihändler and with rage in his eyes, turned towards the Kaiser.
"We must secure the existence of our people and a future for Whampoan children by pursuing these cowards!" He yelled as patriotism was dipping from his mouth, in the form of saliva.
"Give me ten of your Leibstandarte so I can go after the sniveling Obsidians! I will bring back their heads and lay them at your feet!"
@Directive255 She nods in respect to Deowrig for taking her bargain in consideration. Though not so visible, she has a bitter taste when Heaven Net, a mid level technique, was called a trickery.
While Deowrig was away, Ahanne looks at the guards of the Haikyu. Without any signal or hand signs, she creates an invisible string of energy barrier to lower the pressure of her opponents that demotivates her troops. For all she knows, she need to ensure the research goes well, at least until another division arrives, as her division is more suited for study than combat and only few are trained for actual combat like this situation. After that, she orders her troops to keep calm and back to their camp and rest. She then, still using the invisible string technique, she sends an encrypted message to Azketh's forces.
***
As they walked back to the camp...
"Something must've happened, lieutenant."
"Yes, and something decent is going on."
"But if we investigate further-"
"It risks the entire party in danger. Do you expect me to see everyone else injured?"
"No... lieutenant..."
Azketh stopped as soon as something hits his eardrums.
"My son, please set a position at your current spot and avoid any engagement with any forces out there. At the moment, I am negotiating with them to keep our division safe. Take care of the scout force and return in one piece."
"What's wrong, lieutenant?"
"Stop here and set a camp."
"What?"
"Hidden from the skies view, unseen by naked eye. The string of the high one that bears guidance to the shadows. As a word of the high is cast, encircle in shadows. Binding Art 75 : Thread of Invisibis." Azketh speaks the incantation for a spell in a whisper and then put his hand to the ground. As he finishes the spell, an invisible dome slowly spreads in the area and hide the presence of Azketh's scout force. "The desert dissipates, the wind changes, the pillar that bestowed upon the land given in pride. As I command, bestow the pillar at emperor's behest. Binding Art 70 : Crystal Mountain."
An (invisible to most) crystal mountain suddenly appears, covering the party. Azketh, feels exhausted, falls to the ground, tired.
"Azketh!" Everyone else reacted in worry. While most is taking care of their exhausted lieutenant, some others prepare a camp to set up.
"Lisa!" A healer calls another healer whom just watch from afar in shock when Azketh falls. The called female healer, Lisa, snapped from her trance and rushes to answer the call.
"There's no way a normal healer in our division can heal Azketh's power. From what Captain Ahanne ordered, you know you're in charge of his recovery right?" A healer asked her. Lisa nods her head and sees to help Azketh's recovery, but by the time she sees Azketh himself, she hesitates because her emotions got mixed up. After several healers forces her to approach and hold Azketh's hands to heal him, she finally gave in as the warm comforts her though, though other healers can see her blushing.
***
As Deowrig returns to the camp, Ahanne meets him personally.
"What does the queen asked in trade for us permitted to research in her lands?" Ahanne asked Deowrig to the point in response to his original question.
"Ave Victoria!" - Wadolf shouted. "Heil dem Kaiser! Death to our enemies!"
He drew his flaming Zweihändler and with rage in his eyes, turned towards the Kaiser.
"We must secure the existence of our people and a future for Whampoan children by pursuing these cowards!" He yelled as patriotism was dipping from his mouth, in the form of saliva.
Kaiser Berthold and most other Whampoa have mixed feelings about this eccentric Wadolf Hitlgong. They were delighted as this guy is extremely patriotic and dedicated about the Whampoa nation; however at the same time they were worried because he sounded like a violent psychopath.
Kaiser Moritz of Germany along with the local Revitals, however, was utterly horrified by Wadolf's ultranationalist rhetoric. Maybe also disgusted as well.
Moritz looked away and mumblied, "Ini Budak mengingat mu din Nazien sangat... Doishland di Eropah dan zuge seluroh Eropah runtuh, kerana dieh Orangen macam Budak ini. Dieh Nazien terlalu gile dan racist... (This guy reminds me a lot of the Nazis... Germany in Europe collapsed because of people like him. The Nazis were too insane and racist...)"
The local Revitals and even some of his fellow Whampoa homies gave Wadolf strange looks. Wadolf's aggressive beliefs was not too well suited with their Revivalist ideals. Some of the Whampoa are believers of Kuomintang Shintoism too, and the Kuomintang Shintoists too find Wadolf terrifying.
"Hmm... very good that you care about our Reich and Nation, homie." Kaiser Berthold said with a somewhat forced smile, "Very well. Chase those Obsidians and teach them a good lesson. If possible, bring them back alive and try not to hurt them too much. We could need some informants and defectors."
After finishing, Berthold exchanged a weird look with Moritz followed by a slight nod.
"Give me ten of your Leibstandarte so I can go after the sniveling Obsidians! I will bring back their heads and lay them at your feet!"
"Ohh, did you mean the Whampoa Revival Army (the Whampoa Revival Society's military arm, owned by the Kaiser since he's the chairman of the Society)?" Berthold asked. "Since most of the Whampoa Revival Army will be busy soon, I will only send a dozen of the veterans from the Whampoa Revival Army to aid you in your quest."
"Also don't get your judgement blinded by rage," Kaiser Berthold further adviced, "we need those folk alive for a talk or something. Knowledge is power."
A Valkyrie shuttle landed and outcame several warlocks, doomguards and felguards.
The head Warlock said "Kel'drax has sent us as emissaries. He requests a construction of an embassy at your capital"
However, just as they reached the outskirts of the capital however, a gorgeous lady and a few of her elite guards hastily approached the head succubus.
"Bad thing, Lady Mererinda, bad thing! The Revitals suddenly grow strong with all their new fancy toys, and now a crazy clown (Wadolf Hitlgong) is chasing us!"
"What?!" Mererinda, the head succubus exclaimed. "Don't worry, we're going for the capital now. We just need to blend in the shadows and hide every now and then."
And thus they hastily continued their journey to Haklungsheng.
However, halfway through their trip, they happen to bump onto Wadolf Hitlgong. Uh-oh...
As Deowrig returns to the camp, Ahanne meets him personally.
"What does the queen asked in trade for us permitted to research in her lands?" Ahanne asked Deowrig to the point in response to his original question.
"Well," Deowrig answered, "The first and foremost request that we have is put a limit on your numbers here. In other words, don't make a colony, a massive base of operations or something like that. And don't pour in too many troops."
"After that, we expect you to pay your monthly rent timely to us every thirty days, and to be exact, 24-hour days. We can talk about the details of the rent later."
"If you wish to perform large-scale mining activities on our turf, you must let us supervise your mining operations and you have to share a quarter of your harvest to us. We also have a request, that you share your research activities with us"
"Afterwards, we hereby request your side to tutor our magicians and warriors to make use of your powerful magiks. If you agree with this, then we might consider giving you some offers."
"And lastly, if you break these terms, you will be fined heavily or be chased out of the dark world, or perhaps even worse."
"Hold it right there, vile thot!" - Wadolf yelled, firmly gripping his flaming Zweihändler.
Clad fully in an intimidating combination of black and gray, the Whampoan soldiers lined up behind him, their Sturmgewehr-44s ready to fire. They looked menacing as the wind's breeze blew their trenchcoats.
"In the name of the Heiliger Kaiser, submit and come with us peacefully. Should you resist," he span around his sword threateningly, "you shall be struck down with the might of the Whampoa Reich!"
During the research over a mysterious developing portal in Leningrad, it suddenly grew faster as the researchers backed off and securities became full alert as they ready themselves for what will happen. To their surprise, the portal stopped growing as they now see the portal is fully developed. People were shocked in awe as they began taking picture or record it through their camera as the internet received a widespread news about the portal.
Hearing the news, Dimitri ordered his army to be active in Leningrad as he's planning something:
"I want you to send a few divisions into the portal for scouting and defense once they're in the clear.", He ordered, receiving a nod from his secretary.
As Soviet armies began lining up in front of the portal, the first few divisions were the first entering the portal as they disappeared from the people's sight. They waited for few minutes until suddenly a man came out of the portal, assuming it's the scout.
"Sir! The area beyond the portal is clear. No terrain disadvantages for our tanks. It's just dark and deserted area."
"Alright!", said the general "All men line up and march forward into the otherworld."
The Soviet armies began marching forward into the portal. They met first with a dark hall-like pathway once they entered the portal. Seeing the light from the other side, they continued to march until they arrived.
Finally in the other side of the world, they're met with a strange, dark desert. No kinds of lifeforms exist yet they can breathe very well strangely. Assuming that there's vast natural resources for the Soviet to hold, the general began his order:
"Set up a defensive perimeter around the outskirts and if possible set up a mining operation here."
And all men began moving to work into construction. Sandbags were placed as the soviet force guarding the outskirts and a mining operation were held with the workers began smashing through the stone with their pick.
@Directive255
But unknown to them, this cause a disturbance somewhere in this strange world.
@Directive255 And @Zombie The guardsmen accompanying the Warlocks came forward.
All were Armageddon Steel Legionnaires and wore near identical yellow trench coats, gas masks with red eyes, steel carapace armor and pointed their lasguns fixed with bayonets at the strange looking soldiers(Zumbie). Behind them, the demons raised their felswords, felcannons and felSMGs at them. An accompanying Armageddon Steel Legion sergeant came forward with a las pistol and waved his chain sword around.
“You are dealing with a diplomatic envoy sent by the Shadowridge Empire. Do not let our lord unleash his legions on you!” He cried.
"Well," Deowrig answered, "The first and foremost request that we have is put a limit on your numbers here. In other words, don't make a colony, a massive base of operations or something like that. And don't pour in too many troops."
"After that, we expect you to pay your monthly rent timely to us every thirty days, and to be exact, 24-hour days. We can talk about the details of the rent later."
"If you wish to perform large-scale mining activities on our turf, you must let us supervise your mining operations and you have to share a quarter of your harvest to us. We also have a request, that you share your research activities with us"
"Afterwards, we hereby request your side to tutor our magicians and warriors to make use of your powerful magiks. If you agree with this, then we might consider giving you some offers."
"And lastly, if you break these terms, you will be fined heavily or be chased out of the dark world, or perhaps even worse."
Ahanne thinks for a moment before answers the offer.
"In regards to the limitation of troops, for now we can comply until the high one would order otherwise. For the fee, it would be nice to understand the detail before we can say we agreed to the amount as the fee might not be something we own already. We don't do mining, so it won't effect us by any rate."
When Deowrig asks for the magic teaching, Ahanne stopped for a moment.
"I'm afraid the tutor won't be an easy one. In the empire, teaching the magic you spoke of, which we call it as Battle Arts, is something that cannot easily be done and most only gets training up to the early mid level techniques. It's not about power like most magic in the universe, it's about balance of soul and faith of heart, which is much harder than average magic. We can bring some of our well trained practitioners to help with the teaching, but I will need his permission first."
"As for the term breaking, I hope there won't be any necessity for breaking the terms both sides agreed on. For the fifth division that is here at the moment, don't wage war. 5th division study and learn about worlds."
"For our side of the deal, we request protection of our soldiers from whatever threat this world is hiding from what we have found. I also request that we are allowed to access all parts of the planet, at the very least all of it's wilderness area."
Wadolf stood firmly in front of the Warlocks, unafraid of their seemingly startling might.
He firmly blinked behind his back, gesturing towards the crew of the Armageddon-class supertank, who obediently dropped into their metal monster and closed its hatches. As he did so, a large wing of Slayer-class attack bombers flew overhead, priming their deadly armament of cluster bombs mid-air. Their silver tint glanced in the sky before they cloaked and disappeared in the clouds.
Suddenly, Wadolf's radio crackered.
"This is Fox One. Launchers ready" - said a firm voice, from somewhere kilometers deep in Wampoan territory. The man just prepared a dozen intercontinental ballistic missiles, armed with 50 megaton warheads and aimed them at the Warlock leader's head.
Wadolf sighed determinantly.
"As you can see," he said to the Steel Legion Sergeant, "we wish you no harm. However, our leader, the Glorious Heiliger Kaiser, wishes to talk to you."
"Submit peacefully," he added, "and we can avoid bloodshed."
Umm.. there isn't Tanks.. just guardsmen and demons accompanying the warlocks.
Also for clarification, the sergeant ISNT the warlock.
Besides going back would be death since THE DEMONS love close quarters. And you still have to deal with directive 255’s forces too..
OOC : Hmm, well the Whampoa didn't have a stable territory/base yet in this world, they just came here recently. Also pardon but actually the Whampoa wield advanced technologies
Their new friends in this world were not technologically advanced for a supertank or 50 giant missiles, haha sorry.
But I have a way to carry on the story without having to delete your Nazi guns
"Hold it right there, vile thot!" - Wadolf yelled, firmly gripping his flaming Zweihändler.
Clad fully in an intimidating combination of black and gray, the Whampoan soldiers lined up behind him, their Sturmgewehr-44s ready to fire. They looked menacing as the wind's breeze blew their trenchcoats.
"In the name of the Heiliger Kaiser, submit and come with us peacefully. Should you resist," he span around his sword threateningly, "you shall be struck down with the might of the Whampoa Reich!"
Wadolf and his men did nothing but amused Mererinda. The head succubus chuckled, giving a playful look to Wadolf,
"How amusing, how funny. You are just a cute little boy, who has no idea what awaits you deep down in the darkness."
Mererinda and Rhelsha suddenly immersed into the great darkness, only to emerge behind Wadolf and the Whampoa veterans a moment later.
The Whampoans could smell a dark perfume, as Rhelsha, the slim lady with a straight dark hair, slowly approached them with a naughty grin.
"And your homies still use rusty Nazi guns?" she teased, "Come on, dude, you have wasted 800 years while we are still growing our empire here every single minute! What happened, you all indulged yourself in petty feuds for over the last few centuries?"
"I think you have terribly mistaken, lady." the Whampoa Captain amongst the veterans responded with a slightly bitter tone. He then turned back to face his fellow homies. The homies nodded in mutual comprehension without making any noise at all.
Suddenly, their eyes and hands glowed brightly in vivid orange colors. The supposedly rusty Nazi rifles radiated with the hues of orange as well.
The Captain that spoke earlier has spoken again, but his voice was echoing and much louder now. "Never judge a book by its cover, lady." The earth and the sky shivered, as he chanted his thunderous echo. He then paused and showed Mererinda a big bright grin, then continued with his trembling voice, "A man cannot be known by his looks, nor can the ocean be measured by a mere bucket."
His roaring speech has sent a chill down Mererinda's spine and left her stunned for a moment.
"Surprised, eh?" the same veteran leaned towards Mererinda with a big happy grin.
"This... I don't expect this... no... this cannot be true." a shocked Mererinda heaved.
The guardsmen accompanying the Warlocks came forward.
All were Armageddon Steel Legionnaires and wore near identical yellow trench coats, gas masks with red eyes, steel carapace armor and pointed their lasguns fixed with bayonets at the strange looking soldiers(Zumbie). Behind them, the demons raised their felswords, felcannons and felSMGs at them. An accompanying Armageddon Steel Legion sergeant came forward with a las pistol and waved his chain sword around.
“You are dealing with a diplomatic envoy sent by the Shadowridge Empire. Do not let our lord unleash his legions on you!” He cried.
"Ahh, you are the rumored Shadowridges in the tales of Pherith, are you not?" again the Captain roared with a clear ringing echo. "Ahh, what should we do with you Shadowridges..."
Wadolf stood firmly in front of the Warlocks, unafraid of their seemingly startling might.
He firmly blinked behind his back, gesturing towards the crew of the Armageddon-class supertank, who obediently dropped into their metal monster and closed its hatches.
"Hey, Wadolf," a random Whampoa veteran asked, "where did you get this superpanzer? Is it your own tank?"
As he did so, a large wing of Slayer-class attack bombers flew overhead, priming their deadly armament of cluster bombs mid-air. Their silver tint glanced in the sky before they cloaked and disappeared in the clouds.
All of the Whampoans were surprised, and even the Captain himself was caught surprised too. "Indeed we cannot judge a book by its cover!"
Suddenly, Wadolf's radio crackered.
"This is Fox One. Launchers ready" - said a firm voice, from somewhere kilometers deep in Whampoan territoryunknown. The man just prepared a dozen intercontinental ballistic missiles, armed with 50 megaton warheads and aimed them at the Warlock leader's head.
And by this point, even the loud mystical Captain was left speechless. What an irony, as he just mocked Mererinda for being shocked and speechless.
"Where the heck did he get all those missiles... Am I in a nightmare? It is impossible... unless... there are many shady secrets all around us. Which I suspect to be true." the Captain said, "Something wrong must be going on."
Wadolf sighed determinantly.
"As you can see," he said to the Steel Legion Sergeant, "we wish you no harm. However, our leader, the Glorious Heiliger Kaiser, wishes to talk to you."
"Submit peacefully," he added, "and we can avoid bloodshed."
The Captain continued again with his powerful voice, "For the Shadowridges, please do not make friends with the damned Obsidian shadowspawns and savages. That is all I request the Shadowridges. As for the Obsidians, you must submit peacefully, or suffer a holy judgement."
Ahanne thinks for a moment before answers the offer.
"In regards to the limitation of troops, for now we can comply until the high one would order otherwise. For the fee, it would be nice to understand the detail before we can say we agreed to the amount as the fee might not be something we own already. We don't do mining, so it won't effect us by any rate."
"Well, it's either you stick to the limitation for every rental year, or pack up your things and leave. This is on a year-by-year basis through, so it would be easier for you if you are to change your mind. This is our land after all. As for the rent, we can cover the details later, yes."
When Deowrig asks for the magic teaching, Ahanne stopped for a moment.
"I'm afraid the tutor won't be an easy one. In the empire, teaching the magic you spoke of, which we call it as Battle Arts, is something that cannot easily be done and most only gets training up to the early mid level techniques. It's not about power like most magic in the universe, it's about balance of soul and faith of heart, which is much harder than average magic. We can bring some of our well trained practitioners to help with the teaching, but I will need his permission first."
Deowrig paused for awhile. Then he answered, "As long as your tutors can teach as many of our folk as they can, at least a dozen of the elites, we would be happy."
"As for the term breaking, I hope there won't be any necessity for breaking the terms both sides agreed on. For the fifth division that is here at the moment, don't wage war. 5th division study and learn about worlds."
"That is no problem for us. Let's hope we can cooperate happily."
"For our side of the deal, we request protection of our soldiers from whatever threat this world is hiding from what we have found. I also request that we are allowed to access all parts of the planet, at the very least all of it's wilderness area."
But when Ahanne spoke her wish for unrestricted access, Deowrig was somewhat shocked. "Well, we can let your personnel research in some parts of the planet only. And it has to be very far, far away from our inner heartlands. But many of them will be areas of wilderness, so you still can conduct many of your research."
Mhmm, seemed like the Empire of Hakyiu was hiding a lot of shady stuffs and being very protective, afraid to have their weaknesses and treasures exposed.
Wadolf lit a cigarette with his oversized burning Zweihändler and winked at the head succubbus, as he was waiting for the Steel Legionnaire's response. He leisurely leaned against the supertank's cold steel plating as he exhaled the silky taste.
"Well, it's either you stick to the limitation for every rental year, or pack up your things and leave. This is on a year-by-year basis through, so it would be easier for you if you are to change your mind. This is our land after all. As for the rent, we can cover the details later, yes."
"We can comply with the restriction for now. Tell me the details soon, please, as I need to report back to request the payment to the central since the fifth division barely has any funding lately."
Deowrig paused for awhile. Then he answered, "As long as your tutors can teach as many of our folk as they can, at least a dozen of the elites, we would be happy."
But when Ahanne spoke her wish for unrestricted access, Deowrig was somewhat shocked. "Well, we can let your personnel research in some parts of the planet only. And it has to be very far, far away from our inner heartlands. But many of them will be areas of wilderness, so you still can conduct many of your research."
-- May 2, 2885 AD
-- Unknown (Somewhere in Alastorn)
Development of a colony in this unknown world is complete. CCTV were watching around the horizon, soldiers playing poker to kill time, and drones patrols outside the base. Multiple generals were planning to make a recon operation beyond their colony once their forces has finally prepared.
"Can't we just use our scouting drones for recon?", one of the general asked.
"Negative, the drones requires a satelite to send their details into our base. Additionally, we already used most of our drones back in our homeland due to multiple operations being held mostly against the US' allies."
"Cyka blyat..", the general cursed.
Thaikoschy Jharka, a war veteran, is the one who responded to the general's suggestion. He's well-known for his multiple successful operation during a war against the US' offensive war and a defensive war against the 4th Reich. He tend to be smart when it comes to planning on how they'll move and act to their victory.
"Our engineers already established a radio station in this base. We can use our radio to make contact with each other. They however must stay in the radar range our else we'll lost them. Afterall, we are unsure whether they would still be alive.", Jharka said.
"Since we have a radio station built, can't we just modify our drones to send details through radiowaves instead?", the general asked again.
"Like I said..", Jharka sighed, "We've already used most of it back in our world. We need them reserved if one of the drones is taken down."
"I'll be planning make multiple recon divisions to help us gain details about this world. This recon would be proved useful to find more resources and useful area to build but I fear that we're not the only one is alive here."
Multiple generals began whispering about the so-called 'not the only one is alive here', whether this can be a serious issue or not. They continued to brainstorm about this plan to be successful and efficient until there's a person, knocking the door and entered.
"Sir, our forces is now prepared in our colony. Should we sent our recon divisions into the opening beyond our base?", the person asked.
"Affirmative, Lt. Rosswell, your men now have my permission to initiate the recon protocol. Now move out.", Jharka ordered.
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Yes, the person giving report was a female named Thelesia Rosswell, a Soviet lieutenant who formerly worked as a spy and hackivist now working as the Head of Soviet Recon Divisions. She was born as a British then later as British-Soviet after her home country, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, got invaded and annexed by the Revolutionary Soviet Union's forces.
After she left the room, she's walking into the hangar, where most technicians stayed, fixing any broken electrical gadgets owned by the infantries and vehicles. She grabbed her leather armor, assault rifle, combat knife, and her phone as she proceed going into the camp. She held her gun up and began shooting in the sky, shocking her own men.
"Alright listen up, you bloody fucks!", she said with her stern tone, "We are given a tasked by our generals to scout outside our colony and give intels back into the base. Be sure to stay within the radar range or else you'll be screwed."
"Now I don't know what the fuck you people doing but get ya lazy-ass up and gear up!", She ordered, making her men standing up as they began gearing up.
After the recon divisions geared up, they began lining up in front of the gate. Multiple light trucks were placed infront of the divisions. Rosswell began climbing up into the truck as the rest began entering the back in the other trucks. After the gate is fully opened, she gave the signal as the trucks began moving forward as later on, they splited apart to begin their recon operation.
What would they find beyond this mysterious dark world? Would they find a friend, foe, or both? This is the journey of the Great Soviets, marching through such mystical world to discover new things that they haven't found!
The legionnaire smiled behind his mask.
“I am not in charge here..”
He points upward.
“They are.. you see, we have an entire Shadowridge War Armada.. a couple.. 100, 200 spaceships in orbit. You are treading in dangerous grounds by trying to threaten us.
We are always ready to die. Our emperor has given more than we ever asked for our home planet and we will gladly die for him.. the question is..
ARE YOU ready? Our emperor does not take offenses lightly..
Besides.. your “super tank” is considered a “Techlock’s “ toy. We are way beyond your pesky super tanks. We have moved a long way in technology since the Pherithian tales.”
He paused to look at his watch.
Behind him came forward an ArchWarlock.
“You want to talk to us in peace?(grins) it takes more than mere intimidation to make us do so. If you really want to talk peacefully, you could have approached us with dignity! No! Instead you came here swinging a sword as big as a Pit Lord’s dick, a huge ass of a tank and orange eyed pickle headed soldiers! Fine.. you want to play a game of intimidation?”
He just tapped his staff once and behind him opened several portals.
A huge swarm of guardsmen poured out along with an assortment of demons.
“Petty aircraft to bomb us? Why say hello to a friend of ours!”
A Voidlord-size Crusier hovered down from the sky escorted by several squadrons of Hell Talon Assualt Fighter and L-wings.
“What’s it going to be? Either meet us REALLY Peacefully and we shall do so the same or face a millennia of war... our legions are endless..” he shouted.
“We do not wish to make war. But we do not fall victim to intimidation.. if you really want to talk peacefully, we will gladly comply like civilized species we are”
"As we speak," he said, "loyal Whampoan scientists are getting ready to launch the mass-shadow generator implanted into Earth's core. It will unleash a black hole that will absorb this whole solar system, including your resentful little Hell Talon Assualt (sic!) fighters and meek little portals."
He pushed a button on his wrist armor, as a result of which hundreds of silver Deloreans appeared behind him and his men.
"While the black hole absorbs you, we will be able to safely go back to 1985 with these time machines and start a new life altogether."
"So either you come with us peacefully, or we will erease every trace of your very existence from this world," he said, exhaling the smoke.
OOC : I have reworked the Rules and Guidelines for this Roleplay. What do you homies think? Any suggestions?
Are you a Newcomer? ^^
If you want to join, just inform us by posting here. You can also begin your roleplay straight in your first post while telling us you're in for the game.
(Well, well, well... Would it be a bit weird and rude if a newbie just barge in without a simple greeting? Kehehe ^^)
Discord Server
Be sure to follow RACC's Discord server for more information! The link to the server is given by @Directive255 after you ask him. Oh, and you'll need a Discord account too!
Most out-of-character discussions regarding the roleplay should be done in the Discord server, at the #ooc-roleplay channel in the Debates-And-Talks category.
Roleplaying Styles don't matter as long as your reply is clear.
It's up to you whether you want to write paragraph walls or screenplays. At the very least, as long as you make it clear who were doing and speaking what in a given time.
However, no matter what style you use, you are recommended to be descriptive. But don't go overboard and long-winded either.
Don't worry about making mistakes.
If you’ve accidentally done some bad roleplay, please don’t feel bad about yourself. Every person is bound to commit some mistakes here and there. Your mistakes don’t make you a bad person, of course!
It doesn't excuse intentional and delibrate violations of rules, however.
Lore Consistency
To avoid conflicts and chaos, please follow the story established during the roleplay. However, you are free to participate and try to steer the roleplay into your direction, as long as it don't mess with the past.
Time Travel
Time Travel is not allowed under normal circumstances.
(If you respect the backstory, then we respect your contributions and we all will have a great fun time together! Everyone is happy!)
Dungeon Master
The current Dungeon Master of the roleplay is @Directive255. He's the boss, ya know?
The Roleplay World
The main world, Alastorn, will be developed and refined as the roleplay progresses, however a general picture of the world would be a dark planet, full of a variety of creatures, haunted by the shadows and rich in resources. Distant stars can still be seen, however.
The general name for this planet would be Alastorn, but your characters and factions may refer to this world as any other name.
Do not powerplay MAJOR characters or armies (auto-hit / auto-control).
*Deroc rolls towards location* *Perikatan soldier aims at Deroc*
*Deroc is alerted of the soldier and stands still* *As Perikatan soldier shoots, Deroc rolls and dodges the bullets*
Deroc : "Phew, that was close!"
*Deroc moves towards the soldier* *Perikatan soldier aims at Deroc and fires another round of bullets*
*Deroc crouches and rolls away, making the bullets miss* *Deroc beheads the Perikatan soldier*
Eberhard is a character with the rank of Duke at the Duchy of Württemberg and does not belong to you.
*Kim Jong Un reaches a Württemberger base* *Eberhard is scared by the wrath of Uranus and leaves*
Eberhard screams on the way: "Oh noooooooo!!!! Retreat! I'm scared!"
Kin Jong Un : "Cowards!!!"
Powerplay is the control of another roleplayer's major characters, big armies and entire factions without permission.
You may not force the resolution of an action upon another player's MAJOR characters, SIGNIFICANT armies and ENTIRE factions without the owner's permission.
All MAJOR characters, SIGNIFICANT armies and ENTIRE factions that are the recipient of an action must be allowed a response. In other words, you cannot kill others' major characters or resurrect them, nor control their armies without permission of the Owner.
However, if you're writing a small combat scene and a few troops were involved, you could take that. But battles are a different story, parts of armies should be controlled by their respective Owners only.
If you join a faction owned by another player, it does NOT mean you will have COMPLETE control of the entire faction. Should you require a large army, please ask the owner's permission. However, if only a little army is needed, you could take that.
Avoid metagaming.
Metagame is defined as the use of out-of-character information in roleplayed actions, behaviors and thoughts, which your character(s) could not have known.
You should always make an effort to think about what information is actually available to your character(s) when deciding on what to do. If the GMs don't limit your character in what knowledge is available to you, then you should do so yourself. A character that knows everything is just as annoying to play with as a character that kills everything.
Credibility
While powerplay is forbidden, bear in mind that you should also stay within the range of credibility. Most actions have their consequences. One cannot be simply invincible to all, not be an all-knowing Fortune Tellah.
Also keep in mind that divine showdowns are serious businesses. When two extremely powerful forces collide, it will not be something like "X Punches Y, Y dies. Everyone is happy."
There's going to be consequences, and chances are a lot of people won't like 'em.
Godmodding! Is!! Prohibited!!!
Godmodding is defined as the ability for a character to do practically anything without reasonable limits or boundaries, as well as being invulnerable to any and all means.
You should always try to balance your character(s) with interestinh strengths and weaknesses. There’s no getting around this one. Every character should have flaws and strengths.
It's no fun to be part of the same roleplaying group that are All-Powerful. Please avoid making a character which is too far over the top.
Roleplaying will be more fun for you as well as your fellow rolerplayers if you don't just lawnmow every challenge. The greatest fun in roleplaying isn't vanquishing endless amounts of foes without breaking a sweat. Sure, that can be fun too, but if you ask me there's much more enjoyment in getting into trouble and using your wicked cunning skills to get out of it and helping together to overcome obstacles.
Checks and Balances (inspired from Chronicles of the Omniverse)
Despite the rule prohibiting godmodding however, every player needs to understand though is that not all characters, nations, weapons, and abilities are going to be equal in power and strength. It would be strange for a powerless ten year old character to have equal attack and defense power as a fully armed military soldier, or a fantastical dragon.
On the other hand, if your high-powered characters are rampaging around and stomping weaker characters, chances are it's going to attract the attention of entities with greater powers.
Numbers.
Each Player should be considerate and keep their number of characters and factions under control. Otherwise, the roleplay may turn messy and chaotic as fuck.
The recommended maximum of player factions each normal player can own is ONE to TWO. As for active major characters (MC), preferably two to six active MC per player. Exceptions may be made in some circumstances.
Backstory characters and dormant characters don't count, but it's still encouraged to keep the number as low as possible.
Pastebin
You don't have to make an entry about your characters. Though it is encouraged to do so. If you do, it doesn't matter where you put it, as long as it is accessible in the Internet (so others can read your entry).
BOSS FACTIONS
Boss Factions are huge factions with a ton of characters and armies, and are exempt from certain limits. Boss Factions are mostly designed for one or more Events or to progess the plot. Boss Factions may be reduced to normal factions as the plot progresses.
However, they need approval of the Dungeon Master (@Directive255) to be formed or elevated. If you want your own Boss Faction, please ask the Dungeon Master.
Know your OOCs and ICs.
Always make sure that it is abundantly clear what is being said or done by your character(s) and what is being said by YOU.
A good way to distinguish between the two is to preface them with 'OOC' (Out Of Character) and 'IC' (In Character) tags.
Consider what is appropriate for the setting.
Whether or not something is appropriate depends heavily on the circumferences in the roleplay world.
As an example, be mindful of how your character would realistically speak. A medieval knight won't say things the same way a future person from modern times would.
Another thing to consider is the magic level and technology level of your faction, when compared to your peers' as well as the theme of the roleplay (if any). Sure you can have your faction being pioneers in a certain field of technology and magic, but please don't go too over the top and powerful. (see also rules #1 and #5)
Obviously it's hard to be completely realistic here, but it's worth it to give it your best shot.
Introductory Moment
An Introductory Moment is optional. An Introductory Moment is made when you wish to introduce your characters and factions, and show us how they entered the roleplay world and perhaps reveal some backstory. Appearances of other worlds, backstory characters and mentions of other names will be acceptable in such case.
Backstories and Self-Roleplays
As for backstories and self-roleplays, they are allowed at a moderate frequency. Just don't shift the main focus of the roleplay, and don't do it too much and you're fine.
In-Character Roleplays within Private Conversations
If you have a Private Conversation with others that is relevant to this Roleplay, you are recommended to invite the Dungeon Master into the Private Conversation.
Don't worry, I won't metagame nor expose the privacy of the Private Conversation to anyone else.
HOWEVER!!! If I am not in any Private Conversations, then I reserve the rights to dismiss parts of, or entirety of the said Private Conversations as non-canon.[/color]
Please don't insult other roleplayers, it's just a game for fun.
For more information, please refer to the Storyteller's Circle's Site Rules along with our First and Second Group Rules .
Example:
This is allowed:
Devin : "I declare war on you"
*Devin draws his sword with Rage*
Devin : "You will pay for your crimes"
*Devin fights with Mythic*
And this is NOT allowed:
DeweiFan001 (Owner of Devin) : "You damn bastard!!!"
And please don't use taboos for insulting cases out-of-character.
Example:
DeweiFan001 (Owner of Devin) : "Hahahahaha, f*** you!"
REPEAT : Don't worry about making mistakes.
If you’ve accidentally done some bad roleplay, please don’t feel bad about yourself. Every person is bound to commit some mistakes here and there. Your mistakes don’t make you a bad person, of course!
It doesn't excuse intentional and delibrate violations of rules, however.
Last but not least, have fun and enjoy the roleplaying!
Roleplaying is not only writing a collaborative story. Roleplaying is above all about fun, right? That's why you're here!
"We can comply with the restriction for now. Tell me the details soon, please, as I need to report back to request the payment to the central since the fifth division barely has any funding lately."
"Alright so it's now the time for details..."
"But will we talk about this inside your camp, or somewhere else?"
(Regardless of where they went to, Deowring started talking about the details)
"Well, for the rents, it is expected that your side will pay us roughly a dozen mountains worth of valuable metals such as gold and mithril."
"As for the borders, your forces are to stay outside 1500 miles or about 2400 kilometers from the massive mountain range of Osidya that encircles our inner heartland. And next, we request you to avoid trespassing over the cold northern snowlands and the dark swamplands 500 miles south of your camp, or 800 kilometers."
"What do you mean by that?" Befuddled, the Captain looked at the legionnaire with a confused look.
He points upward.
“They are.. you see, we have an entire Shadowridge War Armada.. a couple.. 100, 200 spaceships in orbit. You are treading in dangerous grounds by trying to threaten us.
We are always ready to die. Our emperor has given more than we ever asked for our home planet and we will gladly die for him.. the question is..
ARE YOU ready? Our emperor does not take offenses lightly..
Besides.. your “super tank” is considered a “Techlock’s “ toy. We are way beyond your pesky super tanks. We have moved a long way in technology since the Pherithian tales.”
He paused to look at his watch.
"So, seems that you have already grown into a big superpower much like the Pherithians..." the Captain said.
"Hmm, very well, can we promise peace with each other? How about an alliance? Or at the very least, don't help the Obsidians against us, and leave us in peace?"
Behind him came forward an ArchWarlock.
“You want to talk to us in peace?(grins) it takes more than mere intimidation to make us do so. If you really want to talk peacefully, you could have approached us with dignity! No! Instead you came here swinging a sword as big as a Pit Lord’s dick, a huge ass of a tank and orange eyed pickle headed soldiers! Fine.. you want to play a game of intimidation?”
"Eh, we thought you are just some upstarts and slaves to the Obsidians! No offense, dude!" the Captain said in a light and perhaps anxious tone.
He just tapped his staff once and behind him opened several portals.
A huge swarm of guardsmen poured out along with an assortment of demons.
“Petty aircraft to bomb us? Why say hello to a friend of ours!”
A Voidlord-size Crusier hovered down from the sky escorted by several squadrons of Hell Talon Assualt Fighter and L-wings.
“What’s it going to be? Either meet us REALLY Peacefully and we shall do so the same or face a millennia of war... our legions are endless..” he shouted.
“We do not wish to make war. But we do not fall victim to intimidation.. if you really want to talk peacefully, we will gladly comply like civilized species we are”
"As we speak," he said, "loyal Whampoan scientists are getting ready to launch the mass-shadow generator implanted into Earth's core. It will unleash a black hole that will absorb this whole solar system, including your resentful little Hell Talon Assualt (sic!) fighters and meek little portals."
"What?!" the Captain turned to this careless crazed Wadolf in shock. "Hey are we all in a nightmare or a matrix???"
"It cannot be... you are only causing trouble, and you're forcing us in a big bad dangerous situation!"
"We don't have any of those fancy toys you told, and we cannot risk a huge war with such a huge legion!"
NOPE this is too OP sorry mate said:
He pushed a button on his wrist armor, as a result of which hundreds of silver Deloreans appeared behind him and his men.
"Hey stop blurting crazy shit like that!" the Captain got really angry over this Wadolf's idiotic rhetoric, "We are to make peace with the Shadowridges and hope they do not fuck us over! We cannot risk a war with a new giant legion! We are already close to total slavery if it were not for the Whampoans! And well, the Whampoans are limited in number too! And they just came!"
@Zombie At least say it’s a bluff(I had a bad experience with an RP) @Directive255
The guardsmen, demons and sergeants lowered their weapons. The cruiser warp jumped back into space in a blink of an eye.
The ArchWarlock looks at the captain.
“How in the universe did he(Waldorf) become some high ranking officer? With his attitude and stubbornness, he could have wounded up in a Gulag or in the Penals! He almost caused a war. If the Lord Commander has heard that, he would’ve instantly declare a war!”
Anyways, let us talk. He signaled a demon and he went in the portal, brought out a table and set it on the ground.
He looked at Wadolf
“Ever heard of ‘trash bins’?” He grunted.
The ArchWarlock conjured up 2 chairs of pure fel energy. He sat on one and signaled the captain to sit on the other.
“Proceed as you wish”
"But will we talk about this inside your camp, or somewhere else?"
(Regardless of where they went to, Deowring started talking about the details)
"Well, for the rents, it is expected that your side will pay us roughly a dozen mountains worth of valuable metals such as gold and mithril."
"As for the borders, your forces are to stay outside 1500 miles or about 2400 kilometers from the massive mountain range of Osidya that encircles our inner heartland. And next, we request you to avoid trespassing over the cold northern snowlands and the dark swamplands 500 miles south of your camp, or 800 kilometers."
"Gold and mithril? We don't collect the later. Our collection is mostly golds and silvers, so I hope silvers can be of exchange for the mithril material you spoke of. I assume these payments are yearly price, right? As for the border, I will have the entire research team aware of the restrictions.
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