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DmDiequill
3:41am, May 24, 2019
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[Delete] | Here it is. The Epilogues. Here is where one posts what their characters have been doing during the time skip. As such, if you do use this, please try to post ICly. |
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Leoric Diequill
1:53am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | So...what has come to pass here in Kalaman?
For starters, those damnable Black Soul Gems are no longer in production or distribution. The man responsible for all that suffering has been apprehended.
Let's see...what else..?
Ah...right... I had expected Ameena to father my first Grandson, but that honor actually goes to Rinna. She had to lay an egg in dragon form, and what hatched...well...Ciron appears to be a five year old Britanian boy. Mentally? Well...he's The Legend. He's lived a few lifetimes already, there's not much we can teach him. His birth cry predictably shattered everything fragile in a few miles radius of Kalaman. Thankfully nothing within Kalaman broke thanks to quick thinking by Crystal Shard.
What else..? By now the Fontinis and Dragonlings, as they call themselves, have become of age and moved out. Some joining the ranks, more than a few went to work in Fechenbach under Vipera Lunatri. I wish them all well. Now mostly empty, Fontini Mansion has been what it always was...an orphanage run by Rinna and Tharja.
On a more serious note, we have poured our resources into solving Lemontea's problem. They wanted a Holy War? Please. We -INVENTED- Holy Wars. We opened a rift to Lemontea's particular version of her world, and many died...on their side. A strange after effect of this, is that those whom were in the VR game prior to coming to Kalaman remain as their game avatars, complete with...special powers and abilities. Lemontea herself has chosen to return to her own world and help the survivors pick up the pieces. I'll miss wishing her a "Good morning, Lemontea".
Hmm...that's all that I can think of.
Edited 4:38am, May 27, 2019 by Leoric Diequill, author. |
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Fouren
2:24am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | Arrite.
Hey, this thing on?
It is?
Right... Star Date 2398.66-- Ah, for fuck's sake! T' Hell with this! Fouren here. Th' Company left Dunnaviir some time ago. Ya' can call this a report from th' Front Lines. I'm here with Phoenix, Erris Tau, and Rebecca. Our job is to assist the buddin' Weimar Republic t' take out th' forces o' the Orion. I'm front an' center. Phoenix guards important spots. Erris takes out high profile targets. An' Rebecca demolishes buildin's. Worked on th' last three planets...what ain't broke...
Can't tell ya' much more than that. Th' Comms guy is real twitchy 'bout leakin' info, an' intercepted comms, an' he sounds like a damn broken record. Anyway! Soon as there's a lul in th' fightin' we're goin' back t' Dunnaviir for some R an' R. Can't wait, Pretty Kitty! Fouren out. |
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Ralik
3:06am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | **An excerpt from a letter from Ralik to his daughter Kemi.**
...you'll have probably noticed by now that your play mates are "fragile", being the kindest word that I can come up with. There's a reason for that, as you are not like them. You are an Ogre of the proud Falkere Tribe! Own your heritage and be proud! I'll be here in Kalaman until you and Shira return from Anchorage. Your mom got a nice cushy job up there, as she had the knowledge and skills to help, an I did not. Besides, I am needed down here. Leoric built an Arena of sorts over in Fechenbach, and there was this grand tournament to see who would reign over the place as Champion of Champions. Guess what? I won! Earning the title of Champion of Champions counts as a "great and heroic feat" as stated in Our Strength of Heart. I can't wait to show you just how much stronger it has made me. I'm even on par with Leoric in arm wrestling! Sir Jerrahd Pie was there, my eternal rival and competition... Unfortunately he was injured really badly, and I consider it a Pyrrhic Victory against him. Goddess Faust took him somewhere...haven't seen him since. Anyway, I'll be here when you get back.
-Ralik of the Falkere Tribe |
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Lily
3:32am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | Public Log: 25353.86
Boomstick has left us to return to the Wastelands. My First Paladin took his armor, weapons, everything and left through the Uni-Bridge back to his "Home world" stating that his task is not done. He still has butts to kick and vengeance for Tharja to do. But he does not go alone. I am with him, always. I copied myself and placed the copy in a spare body and left with him, and do not expect to return.
Our prank wars between myself and Beaumont Lunatri was one for the ages. You may be good at what you do, Beaumont, but I am still a Goddess! I declare my victory! Thankfully all the effects were of holographic nature, so clean up was a breeze. |
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Milia Kildare
3:41am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | **Excerpt from the personal diary of Lady Milia Kildare, shared and translated with permission. Date left out by request.**
Dear Diary. I write with much relief today! My daughter, Kryla, has finally started acting civilized! Before she was acting very much like a feral cat, walking on all fours, pouncing on people randomly, and the scratching. I took Kryla to Kalaman for some advice on how to reach her as I was at my wits end, when we came across something that finally caught Kryla's attention for more than five seconds. She was entranced. Mesmerized. What did we find? A dancing street performer. Dance was the door to her soul, it seems. She could not help herself and joined the dance. I of course let her, finally happy to see her on her own two legs, dancing rather gracefully despite her age. I can't wait to show my husband Rolly! I'm sure he'll be overjoyed to see that he won't be randomly pounced upon and attacked anymore.
-Lady Milia Kildare |
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Roh'vas Del Amagen
3:53am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | So it has come to pass.
I had one Jaun Elec'ven Vokar, the mastermind behind the Black Soul Gem caper, in my courtroom. His charges ranging the gamut of murder, defiling of the dead, and absolute Heresy. His entire face graced the pages of the Libre Hereticus three times, and it still says he's a fucking heretic. Half a face print per page, six pages in total... His trial did not last long, we had him dead to rights. His sentence? We opened a rift outside of Kalaman and threw him in, and closed the rift right after. He's no longer the living's burden. Good riddance. |
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Ameena Del Amagen
4:17am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | This is my first time recording at the South Temple. Are we recording?
Yes?
Oh! Well...let me collect myself.
Hello! I am Ameena del Amagen! I have recently agreed to participate in a project by Empress Xella the Yellow Empress of the Origin-Breed. As such, I have taken an Origin-Breed baby to take care of and raise. Poor thing didn't even have a name yet, so I have decided to name him Syphis del Amagen! Welcome to Kalaman, Syphis! I have lots to show you!
Goddess Faust? Yes...she came to me while I was guarding dreams. She told me that something needs her attention and that she will return as soon as she is able, but not to worry, she is always with us.
The people of New Sechaven continue to offer me a headache. They still worship me, but thankfully in a more...decent way. I may end up as a Goddess myself...but I am not ready for that yet! I want to live first!
Thankfully, Raeon has never left my side and we are to raise Syphis together. I love him...I really do. I don't know what would happen to me if he was not there when I needed him the most... |
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Theria Talis
4:18am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | The last time I had to make a journal entry in this damnable book, I was but a young larva. How quaint to return to this and notice my childish handwriting and ridiculous notions of being like my father.....Speaking of.....He still remains in the dungeon along with our other dangerous criminal Xanthir Makrivar. My father, loathsome as he is, has some explaining to do in front of our Empress Council as he was judged upon the battlefield rather than judged properly. While it makes me sick to think he even deserves such a luxury, I must abide by our council's laws. His crimes against the other races of this Galaxy are many, and I feel somewhat responsible for their pain being his daughter. It has been some time since we last freed him from his genepaste prison, a sentence of his I had no recollection of witnessing. This shadow sentencing has me curious. Since when did our people judge others from the shadows and have means of blocking us from knowing about it. Our psychic connection isn't perfect, but all of us should have witnessed it through the eyes of the ones responsible. This makes me fearful of other things that have been done in silence and shadow that our people at large went unaware of. I have decided that since Kaisha's group has gone back home, I shall devote most resources to the solving of this mystery. Though it makes me question our abilities further, I may need the assistance of our newest neighbors as their outsider influence may shine light upon things which we have become blinded to in our ways.
Note to self - Remember to find Anatoly and make him give me back my horn, now that we are allies. I am getting sick of the teasing by the other Empresses about having only 1 horn to their 2 or 3. |
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Linoah Avalden
4:29am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | Public Post: 235233
Linoah Avalden here, reporting my success regarding my last mission. I have realized Dar Satair's dream of outliving the Vultures. Nasty group of pirates...but they were no match for my Mobile Attacker! Hardly a one sided fight, but I will have to repair the poor thing.
Time to get to work! |
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Dire
4:33am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | A full year.....it is hard to believe it only took half of that to revive our people.....but a full year prior to the events that will.....be discussed in detail here....I cannot believe it, judge. The pain I had felt for eons as my battery drained from lack of power inside that bunker....the fear I felt as I watched my unconscious wife, Dita, slip away as my own life dropped to nothing but a trickle, judge. So many times I had thought about sacrificing what little power I had left to recharge her own battery....yet I realized...what difference would it make to prolong her suffering if we both were going to die anyway? It wasn't worth it, judge. Low and behold though.....a light at the end of our dark tunnel came when the ones known as Fouren and Night Eye, two individuals who would eventually become my sworn brothers, came to our rescue, judge. Only months later did their sophisticated AI Lily save our people from extinction with Fouren's ancient methods....If I had tears, I'd be weeping as I wrote this entry, judge.
My wife is now the Chairwoman of the entirety of the Imerican race, we are 500,000 strong now....capable of great fleets and armies. We have become the main defenders of Dunnavir as we number greater than the other denizens here, judge. Our fleets, however, are made up of mostly Britannians and some from Robotropolis. It seems to be of great interest to the Britannians to study our technology as some of our means of armor and transportation are of interest to them for more than just war time. Trinium is of great interest to them. This trade could be a lucrative means of expanding our once great Republic, judge. As of now, Night Eye is currently on a mission with a journalist to uncover faults in the Orion Military structure, while Fouren and his team strike at the targets they provide, judge. I cannot go with them, for I am needed to be the Imerican Secretary of Defense for I know much of war and am going to have to be of council to my dear Wife who now runs this new Republic of ours, judge.
Adendum: Thank you for saving us......Goddess Lily. Thank you for saving our son, judge. |
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Constance Costovon
4:46am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | Well....this is new. I'm 16 now....youngest Mayor in history, I guess. Time to really get to work it seems. Rust! Oil! Fetch me my mayor jacket!
Right away ma'am! You can count on us! *Both of them crash into one another as they both try to go out the door at the same time*
Ugh....they're useless....but so cute...I can't get rid of them I love them so much-*ahem* I forgot this was a recording. Well, time to work on that project my father had to wash his hands of when he decided to become a stay at home dad. Making Robotropolis itself into a WARMACHINE!!! MUAHWHAHAHAHAHA-coughing profusely-
*Both of her robots came scrambling in with her jacket.* Are you okay Mistress Constance!? We heard coughing and came as soon as we could!!
*Constance rights herself and takes her jacket from her robots.* I'm fine guys, really. Stop worrying so much, I just tried to do the Maniacal laugh that Great Grandpa Robotnic did. I find it funny and amusing. Granted I probably shouldn't tell dad that I've been watching the old records. *She'd say shushing her robots with a finger. Both of which did the "our lips are sealed gesture.* Now then, where did I leave that screw driver....
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Khytama Lencia
4:51am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | **Excerpt from the Diary of Lady Khytama Lencia. Translated with permission.**
Hm...where to start? I have been kept rather busy lately, what with personally drilling the Origin-Breed volunteers, recruits, and conscripts so they won't be instantly killed when they join the Weimar Republic in their fight. And I have impressed a new arrival to Kalaman enough so she can teach me this...strange presence I keep feeling ever since we met. Tyrvii Belsa is her name, and she has been teaching me the ways of the Force. We have learned a lot together, I have taken her by surprise during our saber duels with the unpredictability of Blackquill style, and she has taken me for a fair number of rides as well with combat maneuvers I was never expecting. We always stop before injury and have a good laugh together. I truly look forward to my next lessons.
-Lady Khytama Lencia |
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Tyrvii Belsa
4:57am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | It's been a few years since I was teleported to Dunnaviir….I still haven't found a means to return to my time and galaxy though....my students probably dead or being tortured as we speak....I worry but I cannot dwell on them less I fall prey to my emotions like the Sith back home allow themselves to oh so often. I now spend most of my time training my newest Acolyte, Khytama. She shows great promise, and has an affinity to the force stronger even than mine. I have seen her perform techniques that only one of my students back home could do better than I and Khytama has done even better than him. A part of me wonders if it is because of her species. Being a Britannian as she calls herself may have much to do with her great force sensitivity, though I do not sense force sensitivity in all of the people of her species. There is one constant however. All of her people who demonstrate force sensitivity, demonstrate it at a very violent and strong degree. It is almost blinding....It behooves me to probably cut down on the amount of training I provide to Khytama so as to prevent herself from becoming too powerful too quickly. It has never served any students of the Sith any good to in the past, I do not expect Khytama to be any different and thus caution is to be taken going forward. I shall therefore, not teach her the technique known as Force Wave just yet...it is an untested technique back home and only a few acolytes showed promise with it enough to control its power without instantly blowing themselves up in the process. Force Storm.....I may never teach her, unless she can grasp how to perform Force Lightning without almost cooking herself each time she tries to perform it. The girl may be proficient in telekinesis however, as she has demonstrated that her Force Crush ability can demolish even a building with but a simple squeeze of her fist. She truly shows remarkable talent. |
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Terra Vessair
5:19am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | So it seems.....I've come full circle. Or at least my soul has, weird. Perhaps I should start at the beginning. My name is Terra Vessair, wife of Johnnen Zal'honnen, Mother of Alverra Vessair Zal'honnen, and once Host to Brycella Terro, as she calls herself, The Abyssal Titan who has now since gone home with Barclast's Soul. Good riddance to bad rubbish I say. As for Johnnen….He seems to have....gotten lost on the way home. I really hope he didn't decide to go to Brycella's to squat for a few nights....it hurts sometimes when I don't get to see him for a little while. Then again perhaps that's due to who I really am and how long I've been without him and not realized it.
To tell that tale, I will simply summarize it. About 50 years ago, give or take a few years, I was once Alihon a young girl who was sold into Hell's custody by my parents.....for their debt...I was a slave to many different entities and my final owner killed me as part of a bargain with Barclast the Necromancer. My husband took revenge for my death without knowing that Barclast had stolen me away to a realm beyond my understanding to experiment on me using the Abyssal Titan I mentioned earlier. It breaks my heart to know that Johnen never once stopped looking for me all that time....making me quite emotional when my memories returned to me in Barclast's basement, though I am no longer the same person I once was. This doesn't seem to bother Johnen, as he loves me just the same....enough to provide me with a young daughter, whom I love dearly and teach daily when Johnen isn't around. She pines for her father when he's gone and her small hands work tirelessly to learn Alchemy to impress him. A devoted child whom I'm grateful for. Really....Johnen has been gone for some time....I know he went to go give Barclast's soul to Brycella….but does he really have to be gone this long? Dinner's getting cold and Alverra is starting to become the master of her dinner....I swear, the way she summons demons with her food is somewhat.....troubling. |
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Johnen Zal'honnen
5:24am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | *Johnen sits on a plush leather chair, leaned to the right, right elbow on the arm rest with his face propped against his right hand. His left hand contact juggles a crystal ball rather effortlessly, as he just stares at the Scribe. The Scribe shifts uncomfortably, but nods that they are ready to write*
...events transpire more quickly than I could have imagined.
First, I have taken the soul of Barclast, interrogated him for the secrets of the Infernomancer...which I believe will be important later. I have since fed the soul to the Abyssal Titan as per our agreement.
Secondly. I have separated the souls of Terra and Brycella Terro through heroic deeds of kindness. Not my thing...but to hold Alihon in my arms once again was well worth it. I have a standing contract with Brycella, the details are no one's business but our own.
Thirdly...I died. Somehow. I don't know how... One moment I am with Terra-slash-Alihon, next...I'm sitting across the pale beauty that is the Judge of the Dead herself. She is quietly deliberating on my ultimate fate when people arrive to interrupt. Minor Demons, Devils...even Asmodius himself came to claim me. Asmodius was interrupted by Noth'al'gliuu the Old One to claim me. Noth'al'gliuu was interrupted by Brycella Terro as she too had a claim, and that's when things came to blows. All Minor Demons and Devils were killed instantly in the resulting clash. I myself...could not help but smile. I love it when a good plan ends well. The Judge of the Dead did not look pleased. I watch the raging melee for a good five minutes...then get up and leave while the Three were...otherwise occupied.
Fourthly. I made my way back to the living, not as an undead like a certain ancestor whom will remain unnamed, but as a Returned. All by following my own feet. Oh, I can still be killed, but I already know the way back. Death lost it's sway on me.
Lastly...I'm a father. Terra bore me a child. Alverra Zal'honnen is her name. She has a quirk that every time she cooks from scratch she summons a Demon. She'll make for an impressive continuation of the Zal'honnen line.
...thank you. You may go now, with your life.
*The Scribe gets up, leaves the work behind and runs for the exit!* |
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Rodrick Hienkle
5:30am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | It has come to my attention that keeping a log of our events from this point on could be quite useful going forward. So I shall strive to do so as often as I can. It has been some years since we drove the Orion from the face of Dunnaviir, a backwater planet in which we had chased the Origin Breed to. Without our knowledge, it seemed that the Origin had built three separate colony planets within this solar system on the edge of Orion Space, effectively flanking our territories. If my suspicions are correct, the Orion would have eventually suffered a crushing defeat by the Origin and the Sarn 15 years from the time they landed on Dunnavir due to a significant increase to their forces, and my repeated encounter with the Origin known as Dedli has lead me to believe that he would have trained soldiers strong enough to push back our armada successful from the Talisian Belt to the Orion Colony World of Cartoga. Of course, my defection from the Empire only hastens the demise of this battlefront as I plan to use this information along with my own knowledge of the Orion battlelines to crush their back lines and cripple their ability to supply reinforcements from this sector of the galaxy. A fine military theater awaits my men and the mercenary group lead by Fouren in the coming months....I hope Fouren will be pleased with the new toy I plan to present with him group soon. It's bang is most definitely bigger than the Orion's Bang that is for certain. I can't wait to see the look on Commander Omiren's face when his forts are taken without even a soldier from our side taking a step. |
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Callen Reis
5:44am, May 27, 2019
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[Delete] | *Notes from a transfer log.*
Constable Callen Reis
Well, I knew this day was coming. Officer James Dozier was transferred to Anchorage to become Constable over there. Congratulations on your promotion and keep everything in order, you hear me? Getting someone to replace you is a pain and an impossibility. |
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