If you want to play from here, you can, but be aware it's hard for you to do anything covertly All your moves can be looked up by other players.
We need Iraq State and ISIS still to get going. - >Recruitment Ad Ready for a wargame with a unique twist? Introducing a "Matrix Game" where your strategic arguments and knowledge of history directly impact the outcome. Think Clancy/Battlefield triller intensity with deeper geopolitical intrigue.
>Key Features:
- Argument is Your Weapon: Persuasive tactics earn you combat modifiers. I'll arbitrate, channeling my history expertise and healthy dose of insanity. - Volatile Modern World: Choose between Central Asia, the Middle East, or East/Central Africa. Expect volatile factions and superpower powerplays. (Mercenaries 1/2 fans, this will feel familiar) - Hyper-Realistic Conflict: Amplified economic and technological factors fuel relentless, plausible warfare (The Pentagon/Analysts uses Marix games). What sets this apart: - Historical depth: My BoA in history (Magna Cum Lade) informs a setting where your knowledge matters. - Player Agency: You don't just roll dice. You shape the narrative and propose lore to build the world collaboratively.
Pale light dawned gently in the furthest reach of the sky. Solid black blades of charred grass crunched lifelessly beneath the shoes of uniformed men and women as they worked to secure what remained of a natural disaster that perhaps only the Shrine could explain.
Shards of shattered hulling wedged into the carved furrows of Lake Resuri, but the rays of sunlight beginning to skip across the now placid lake's surface betrayed the fact that they were only a fragment of the wreckage still finding its way to shore. Where the earth was not crumbling char, evidence of having been scoured by a flame the guards had to assume were Adept related, it was upturned or flooded, and in some cases, both.
"I don't even know where to begin looking for what caused this." A guard scowled, "This stuff isn't normally our purview is it? Seems like Shrine business."
"They're saying they won't be getting involved with it." Another groused, running her hand back through her hair as she looked out across the ruin with a heavy heart. "Usually they're the ones telling <span class="mu-i">us</span> to fuck off, but now when we actually want them to step in they're refusing to budge."
"At least there don't... Appear to be any casualties. Small miracle, that."
"No casualties on shore, anyway." The woman corrected darkly, "No telling if they just got washed out. Or buried."
"Really wish you hadn't said that." The first guard sighed, raising his foot uncomfortably from the upchurned mud. His peer's laughter was cut-short when a sudden shout from one of the other guards made the morbid joke into a prophecy. "Wisp preserve, there really was one buried!"
"Should've kept my damn mouth shut..." The woman grumbled as the two of them jogged to the source of the commotion. An arm had been found sticking out of the ground. At a glance, despite being caked in mud, it seemed feminine. There was already an effort rallying to begin digging the rest of the body out when... The supposed corpse's digits twitched.
It flailed awkwardly for a moment, sinking back into the earth as if embarrassed it had been spotted at all, before grasping a handful of the moistened earth and clenching. A second arm erupted from the earth, sending the surrounding guards back a step before the owner of the limbs finally burst free of her earthen tomb and gasped for air.
b] <span class="mu-i"> You who lack the burden of a most radiant soul
I breathe life into your cold flesh nurtured in the great Syiphr.
The girl with the white book. Protect her lest all hope would be lost. Await her promised arrival.
Protect the seed of divinity within her pure soul so the world above would be free from the Tyranny of the Six.
Forgive me, my sweet daughter.
Forgive me... </span> [/b:lit]
This message was on repeat non stop for approximately nine hundred fifty two year, seven months, six days, four hours, fifty nine minutes and seventeen seconds with two minutes as a margin of error inside your head. You always wondered whether your creator was referring to you or the girl as her sweet daughter. It did not matter in the grand scheme of things for your memory and your body had deteriorated over nearly a thousand years in confinement. In the distant past, you were designed to be a weapon of mass destruction. Now, you are but a broken husk stripped of most of her powers.
Every inch of your cell had been observed and examined thoroughly, there was no escape as long as the <span class="mu-s"> Alchemo </span> field remain active. There was nothing inside you anymore... no hope, no despair, just silence. Heh, you had forgotten how did you sound like. If only you could end it all, you tried and failed due to the set of commands inside your head. What a cruel world you were living in.
<span class="mu-s"> Flicker BBZZZSTTT </span>
The Alchemo field... it was gone? No,no,no, your vision was impaired. You must be malfunctioning. You could not bear the idea of tasting hope once more. The rusty iron door to your cell looked even more miserable and flimsier than you were, a glitch in your system. This was the only logical explanation
>Ignore this facade, continue rusting away in silence. It could take another thousand year to taste death though. >Smash the only barrier between you and freedom. >Didn’t you have a lock picking function? Try a quieter approach.
It was a sunny day in the region of Mount Paozu, one of the few places left untouched by the ravages of time, and the advancement of human technology. You find yourself currently in meditation in a lush, green forest surrounded by countless debris on an open, smooth floor. Your eyes closed, your rhythm in tune with your surroundings, with each deep, relaxed breath you take you feel closer to the intrinsic forces that embody nature. Your body was relaxed yet firm, not showing any sign of weakness or lack of guard despite your relaxed state. Several birds had perched themselves onto your broad shoulders, treating you no different than the venerable trees in this forest meadows.
Naturally, you were undeterred by the birds, already deeply engrossed in your meditation as you took a state of mind found in a fugal. This fugue-like heightened concertation made you aware of the Ryuo or dragon's flow, the natural floodgates of one's energy. As well as the ambient energies that exude around one's surroundings, stemming from the Ryumyaku or Dragon Veins. Essentially, the leylines of the planet and the crystalized network of power, with the earth's core serving as its nexus point. Learning how to be in tune with such ancient paths that flow and crisscross each other has in turn helped you understand your floodgates.
As you are now, you were linked with the world, thus able to see far better than with your eyes. An extrasensory perception akin to clairvoyance as the slightest vibrations, shifts in the air currents, and faintest of sounds were known to you. Although you were as clear as the calming streams found in Mount Paozu, your sense of self was rather foggy. Be it peace of mind or the presence of the mind, you were having trouble achieving the Mizu no Kokoro or Mind and Heart like Water. Sure you were sensing and processing everything around you as if you were right then and there. Unfortunately, this was only scraping the surface.
In truth, you can barely detect a person's thoughts, emotions, and even personality just by picking up the subtle sounds they produce consistently. Or learn how to sense the natural energies of a person, including one's very own life force, and quantify its volume or potency. According to your master, these were just the surface values of the innermost secrets of Senjutsu or Sage Arts. Things like bending the flow of fluids such as vapor, or exerting invisible forces such as shockwaves in Kiais shouldn't be your end goal. Especially since you've yet to fire the true form of the Kamehameha, your master's signature technique.
You sit across from the girl in front of you. This place is, frankly, nasty. It’s literally an underground cavern. There’s a shit hole in the far left, a worn sleeping bag to the right. Scattered amongst the dirt ground are pictures. Sooo many pictures. Many of her with some friends, other by herself, sporting a megawatt smile.
All of them in clearly happier times. The blonde young adult sitting across from you doesn’t seem very happy right now.
She’s shaking. Lightly, but she is. Her blonde hair was clearly more vibrant before all…this. Now it’s fading and you swear there’s a couple grey hairs in there. Her once clearly flashy and bright dress is faded, torn, ripped to the knees for better mobility and hasn’t been washed in who knows how long. The girl isn’t even drinking age yet and she looks four times that.
Then again, being on the run from two planets’ worth of hate will do that to you. She takes the recorder you offered in a shaking hand, swallows. Begins to speak.
“M-My name is Mippi Glittershine. Princess of- formerly of the-the great Glittershine Royal House. This is my last will and testament, a-as well as my…my confession. B-because I’m about to die here. Underground. Alone.” She glances at you, but you give no impression one way or another. Frowning in sorrow, she continues speaking. “My kingdom…is in ruins. My-my people are calling for my blood. I guess not mine anymore, but-” she shakes her head, tries to continue. “I- they’re alongside the outsiders that- that I brought in. That I wanted to share this wondrous land of Faenalia with. Even my oldest friend turned against me. She…left three days ago. Saying that she couldn’t help me anymore, not when I…” she pauses, clearly remembering something painful. You don’t blame her. It’s that same friend that’s how you even found her at all.
She takes a deep breath, before squeaking out the rest.
“I’m not a bad person! I…I just…I made a mistake.” Tears. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to do any of this! I just wanted to try to make up for-”
“Mippi.” You speak once. She understands, and refocuses.
“R-right. I…everyone wanted t-to know how this happened. I…I guess I should say why. Why and how I…” She squeezes her eyes closed, doesn’t want to admit it. You know she did it. She knows she did it.
Eventually, she comes clean.
“I caused the Manaburn. Why I destroyed the Magical Realm. Why…” she sighs, and you see a part of her die right then and there. “...why so many are dead because of me.”
