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[Akroma]

((btw, I strongly suggest you add IRC information to the first post, so even new players can find us.))

Turn and race coming later, still have one lesson of political sciences to finish...

[Istrian]

Approach

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The lone colony ship Radiant slowly circled the planet, its sails furled so as not to miss something important by going too fast. It had been two months since the large frigate left the last Imperial world behind, going boldly where no Imperial had gone before. Onboard, people had other things to do than to admire the planet. As soon as the order would come, everyone had to be ready to move out and begin building on this new world : Ohane.

When would the order be given ? Soon, at least as soon as Kerzon, Grandmaster Diviner for the Arcane Elchandaar Tower, found what he was looking for. He was on the deck, eyes closed, breathing deeply. He was feeling the flow on this world, looking for a convergence. That convergence would show where to build, as it will be the prime place for a portal. He had already sensed a few of those around, unfortunately none were in suitable spots. After all, such a large frigate needed a lot of water to land into.

Suddenly, his eyes opened...

Spring

Planetfall

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Sed Llynoth, Planetary Governor, surveyed the land. Rolling plains, mountains, an expanse of water and lots of trees. Plenty of resources to export to the old world. That is, plenty to export as soon as those people from the Imperial Cartographic Society stop drinking ale in the ships's common room and start doing their job : exploring. It would be bad if the second colony ship coming within a month's time found that nothing had been done to prepare for their arrival.

Soldiers were busying around, cutting trees, carrying construction materials back and forth, some helping the engineers build what would house the settlers. Until the first houses were built, people would have to continue living aboard the ship. Of course some preferred to camp in the city under construction, so as not to have to move too far every morning and evening.

Sed spotted a group moving away from the ship and into the forest. A dozen people with horses, some wearing the green chainmail of the Imperial Crossbowmen, some just plain clothes. He called them to him.

“Going to explore I see ?” he said.
“Yeah, we finally got the general to accept lending us some troops to aid the exploration effort. Thanks for your help convincing him.” answered a tall, brown-bearded  man dressed in brown and green “camouflage” clothes with a longbow slung in his back.
“Try to come back in one piece, Travis.”
“We aren't going far anyway, out for a few days then back again.”

With that the party left. Other parties followed, each led by someone from the Cartographic Society. Exploration wasn't something that should be left to one person after all. In time the expedition would become familiar with their new surroundings, chart all that was to be charted, find what was to be found and know the terrain well enough to face any danger.

Time waits for noone.

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A month and a half had already passed, and still no sign from the second ship. Morale was getting low, and so were food supplies. A few men had learned to hunt from Travis and were supplementing the dwindling food supply with what the land had to offer. Very few people among the first settlers knew their way around a field, and they were already doing what they could, but it would be some time before the harvest so food was rationned. Construction stopped for a while as soldiers spent their morning working the earth and their afternoons fishing.

The newly promoted Lieutenant Elwyn finished digging. She really preferred labouring the earth for farming than digging a grave for her former commander. Yet it needed to be done as already a few soldiers had succumbed to lack of proper food. Those Tower mages at least could make their own food, even if they wouldn't share it. Of course they still helped with the farms, making them more fertile as they knew it was not good if everyone except them died. No one wants the Emperor to start asking questions.

Dream into reality

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Kerzon stood on the rolling dunes of reddish sand. Wind was blowing so hard it was impossible to see anything. Not that he needed to see, he knew where he was headed and that was more than enough. He knew which way was his apprentice. And his apprentice could tell him what he needed to know. A light flashed in the distance. Kerzon flashed a light as well. A human-sized shape approached and spoke into his mind.

“Master, can you tell me why you took this task upon yourself knowing the Emperor had lied to you and...” the speech was interrupted by Kerzon lifting a hand.
“It is very tiring to remain in the Dreamworld at my age. I am glad you read the letter I wrote before leaving. Now can you tell me what I need to know ?”
“As you predicted, only one ship was scheduled to leave to Ohane, and that ship is yours. There is no second ship coming.” the apprentice hesitated “Still, why did you go when you knew you would be left alone ?”
“I know the Emperor, and I know what he has planned. Do not worry. I know we are not alone.”

With that Kerzon let the wind take him back to his own dreams.

Summer

Heatwaves

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Hot days had struck the land and temperature had risen significantly. Imperial soldiers helping the exploration parties had traded their heavy chainmail for simple leather with a green surcoat. This small party lately spent a lot of time in the nearby hills, taking some dwarves with them to check already explored areas for valuable ores and, of course, construction stone.

Travis and his men had found a small cave where they waited for the two dwarven prospectors to finish studying the area. Many were not used to heat this extreme. Serena, a “young” pale-skinned vampire, was sitting in a corner, eyes closed, breathing calmly trying to deal with the situation.
“Is it your kin that's so weak to heat, or is it just you ?” said Travis to her.
Her eyes shot an agry glance at him. “Shut up.” was the only answer she gave him. Her usually cheerful personality had been replaced with a murderous intent since the day the heatwave struck. Fortunately, the intent was directed at the weather in general, rather than at the local source of annoyance : the remarks of her esteemed colleague of the Cartographic Society.

After an hour or two, the dwarves returned.
“Nothing here boys. What's the next area ?” asked Dunmar, one of the prospectors.
Travis took a map out. “A couple of miles north from here, closer to the coast.”
“Coast you say ?” said the dwarf. “Good. Means we won't have to lug the stone through the hills.”
“That is, if you manage to find something up there.”

Steady as she grows

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Most of the heavy labor on the fields was finally done and work around the small coastal settlement boomed again. Trees fell and small log cottages were built. Not as good as what was planned, but it would be still some time before the dwarves up in the hills began sending stone and metals. But mostly stone for now.

Even though food was still in short supply, morale went up a bit. At last people were able to sleep safely and comfortably in houses, instead of their cabins aboard the Radiant. Mages still remained there, preferring the ship's library to the nearby forests. What Elwyn didn't like was that noone had been able to access the library since they left the Empire. From rumors she had gathered the mages were keeping something in there, but what ?

They were saying they needed safety before leaving their deck. Since Travis and his men had sighted some wild animals around, work had begun on a palissade, for at least some relative safety.

Autumn

Harvest time

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Finally the year's harvests were done. Thanks to magic and lots of efforts it was bountiful, despite having few real experts on farming present. Soldier discipline really did the trick when strength and endurance was required, and where someone could give an example on how to do things right. The soldiers were also told what to do to preserve food, and food stores really boomed after that. Barrels of salted, marinated, and otherwise preserved vegetables abounded in the especially-dug underground reserves of each cottage.

Yet the previous lack of food had struck hard the hundred seasoned veterans that formed the small colony. At least a quarter of the population had succumbed. Only minor ceremonies were given at their burial, some of whom were given to the sea.

Colonial Council

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The Colonial Council met again in the small reunion room aboard the Radiant. It was nearly a habit the nine people present had taken to often meet to discuss policies. Always they assessed the situation and talked about what needed to be done.

Governor Llynoth presided the table of course, even though he did not speak much. Lesser people would take it as a sign of wisdom, to always listen to your advisors before acting. Those in the Council knew however that it was just indecision. Indecision and incompetence. They often wondered how a man like him could have been appointed to such a high position. House Llynoth wasn't one of the most proeminent highblood houses. It went mostly unnoticed, had few enemies, few aspirations, and even fewer connections to the Imperial Court.

At his right sat General Ugsan Trolshurga, a half-orc and one of the highest ranking people in the Empire's army. While being no better than most other strategists, he had shown great battle competence, was very good when it came to motivating soldiers for a battle, and, above all, had shown deep loyalty to the Empire. He has even been gifted a magnificent sword by the Emperor himself, though he rarely used it save as a cermonial decoration, preferring his heavy axe.

Next to the general was a gnome dressed in extravagantly colored clothes, face always shaved clean as it had become an uspoken custom among gnomes since they had left their frozen inhospitable homeworld. Silvar was the Head of the Ohane Bureau of Commerce and a high-ranked member in one of the most sizeable merchant guilds in the Empire. He had found his presence in the Council mostly useless as commerce wasn't going anywhere in this world, especially without contact with the rest of the Empire.

In the neighboring chair sat an oversized man wearing a purple robe with an eye sewed on it. Father Kaelius Filia was the head priest for the Order of Holy Elchandaar, and the one given responsibility over matters of spiritual nature. People had quickly found that him being here was not because of his comeptence, but because someone really wanted to get rid of him, and it was easy to understand why. In the lapse of a month he had emptied the alcohol reserves of the whole colony. Even the dwarves found his ability to drink amazing so he was considered a honorary dwarf. Even when the reserves were empty, he still managed to appear completely drunk anytime someone saw him.

Last in this line was Scott, “just” Scott as he liked to introduce himself. His bald head and colorless skin tended to quickly identify him as a zombie. He also happened to wear a badge : a compass and map, symbol of the Imperial Cartographic Society of which he was the leader in this world. Before being appointed to that position he used to be a lawyer. A freaking lawyer.

On the other side of the long table, another 4 people sat. In front of the general, at the left of the governor, sat Kerzon, Grandmaster Diviner of the Elchandaar Arcane Tower and former Head Advisor to the Emperor. Despite being over 200 years old, he still looked like a man in his forties with graying black hair and a goatee. He tended to speak openly, mostly of what he saw of the future.

A stout dwarf sat next to him. Rodak Belhammer, who did not have a real position within the Council, but since she was the de facto leader of the dwarves who were present, she had a say in the meetings, and liked to say what she thought loudly, at least loudly enough for everyone else to stop talking. People had given up on trying to interrupt her speeches, as it only made her voice louder.

Another who had nothing to do here, but still liked to be was Dante Thawes, or Captain as people got used to calling him as it was what he was, the captain of the Radiant. Short blond hair and sky-blue eyes hid well his real age. Unlike mages, he was just well-preserved, at least for a pureblood. Despite being above 40 of age, he looked 10 years younger. He was a seasoned sailor and captain, and the kind of situation the colony had faced before the harvest was not unusual to him.

The final person attending the Council was probably the most unlikely person to be found in a colony under construction. Kaylorn Volsang, a journalist for the Excelsior Herald, an independent newspaper, had somehow managed to get “invited” to join the expedition, and by the Emperor himself no less. Still young and inexperienced, he did not reject the opportunity to be the first journalist to write about the first colonization efforts of this planet, Ohane.

The meeting itself was fairly long and boring, everyone mostly summarized the happenings of the year, and the current problems. Most worrying of all was the lack of information from the Empire, the second ship having never arrived. If all had gone according to plan, there would have been a flourishing coastal city where now were a few wooden cottages and a palissade.

Let sleeping gods lie.

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The Emperor entered the place where all assisting gods were assembled. He liked to see the faces of new people, and this was no exception. He did not bother introducing himself, after all, such things were not necessary for people of his power. Instead he spoke a short speech. Not as much a speech as a threat though.
“If among you anyone tries to interfere with the Empire without my consent, then he will cease to exist. I hope this is clear.”
With that he left, having more important things to do, like manage an Empire.

[Emperor_Jonathan]

((Before I RP

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Outpost: Less than 20 creatures - Chieftain as leader.
Hamlet: 20-80 creatures.
Village: 80-150 creatures.
Town: 150-300 creatures - Wizard as Leader.
City: 300-900 enlightened entities - Wizard + Wizard Advisers lead.
Metropolis: 900 -?? metropolitan pleabians.

))

The Suin woke up, confused to where they were, Valen appeared to them as a Suin, but with the skin of a Human.

"Stay here and expand, become the world leaders, survive."

The Suin obviously surprised by this didn't know what to do at first...

Meanwhile, at the Board of the gods.

Valen walked in, the same form as he was infront of the Suin. He walked to the table and picked the spot where he put his creatures. He lifted a carved wooden token from his pouch, it was a flat wooden base with a few tents surrounding a camp fire. He placed onto the table.

"Here. We. Go."

Spoiler: Leadership ey? (click to show/hide)

"..."

Valen disappeared a few moments before. There were 10 Suin around. One Suin said;

"What shall we do now?"

A Suin named Grok, one of the only one with the 'dumb' gene, is it was called.

"DO WHAT I SAY!! GROK IS CHIEF GROK IS CHIEF ANYONE SAY NO GET SMAAAAAAASHED."

Grok was large, 6ft tall which was about twice the size of a normal Suin, obviously he wasn't very bright and wasn't very suited for being the Leader, but who would argue with him?

"FIRST WE NEED FOOD FOR ME AND SOMEWHERE I DONT GET COLD"

Well, the Hunters set out, they had a few tools. Axes for getting wood, bows and arrows too.

Spoiler: Summary. (click to show/hide)

Grok was an alright leader, he knew what he and the whole place needed, food and shelter - for now. They had small wooden houses that fit ten to a building, in the year they were roughly able to increase their population a lot, however some died and the total count is lower than it could have been.

In Spring, the season which the Suin came to the world, the main focus was shelter and food, water was scarce and the closest water was a while away. Shelter was done fairly effectively, having enough by the end of spring to shelter most of the population. There were numerable furs, meat and bones collected from animals. The fur was used for clothing and insulating the buildings, the meat was used for food and some were dried out. The bone was used for arrow points. Farms were setup, however the production form them were basic and in small amounts.

In Summer, with food and shelter dealt with, the focus was on storing food and gathering wood. Many trees were felled in Summer.

In Autumn, the storing and drying of food escalated, for the coming winter. They did this successfully, roughly having enough for their population.

In Winter, some died mostly from exposure and lack of water, even though food was plenty, water was scarce with the only viable option was to hack away at the ice covering the surface of lakes and pools to get to the water beneath.

Spoiler: The Hunt. (click to show/hide)

Narok was running through the forest, following the tracks of some beast. He had a bow in his hand and arrows in his quiver. He thought to him self;
"Valen damn that Grok."
Grok had ordered the meat of the biggest beast anyone could find, Narok thought he could find it, but it would be hard. It was winter and the snow was falling heavily, his feet were cold, every bit of his body was cold. He was following the tracks of some giant beast, the foot prints were as large as his chest. If he didn't get this his head would be on a plate for Grok.

After about an hour following the tracks Narok looked up, it was getting dark, the mountains were to the north so that means the camp was to the east... He pushed away a branch to see that beyond was the elusive beast he was tracking, it was gray and had a large horn on its snout, it was drinking at a pool of water, snow covered the beast and ice was on the water, except for a small hole created by the beast. Narok lifted his bow, held an arrow to it and aimed for its eyes....

It flew fast and hit right on, but it didn't have the desired effect, the beast became enraged and charged at Narok, frightened he turned and ran. The best trampled him, there was a stick on the ground that poked out his eye, Narok fell unconscious. A short time later the beast collapsed next to Narok. Narok woke up, although he was dismayed at the loss of his eye he HAD to continue.

From a nearby tree he took two long, straight branches and wrapped them together and put strapped some sleeping furs between them, creating a travois. He put the beast on the travois. It was dark, so he lit a torch and strapped it to his back. Then he started dragging the travois east, to his camp.

Spoiler: Returned Home... A Hero? (click to show/hide)

It was the second week of winter, Narok was dragging a travois with a great beast, he had used up most of his supplies. The beast hadn't decomposed, the cold and snow helping to preserve it. Narok was standing on the forest edge, an area of tree stumps before him, there was a small frozen over pool over water next to him. He had five water skins on him, he stuffed snow into two and filled three with water, after he broke the ice with a stone. He strapped the three with water to his belt, the two with snow around his neck. So the snow could melt from his body heat for the trek. He took a gulp of water from the pond before setting off, he put on his pack, picked up his travois and started off...

Beyond the stumps covered in snow was a plain, and after that a small village. Which had seven wood houses, more like huts, surrounding a fire, to one side a storage area is underground, filled with meat and crops. The village is surrounded by a palisade made from wood, outside there were several small farms, obviously not being worked because of the snow and winter. Near the fire on one side was a raised platform with a throne on it, all made from wood, Grok was sitting on it while all Suin were surrounding it serving Grok, doing whatever he wanted. Outside the palisade and far away from the farms was a mound, it was a mass grave. Several Suin were buried there, the scarcity of liquid water had taken a toll on the lives of several Suin.

Dragging the travois was hard work, he dropped it and took a drink from a water bottle, his missing eye hurt slightly, before he could set off someone punched him, knocking him off his feet and knocking him out cold. Narok woke up, everything but the carcass was there. His eye was paining him more than ever and he had a cut on his forehead, blood was flowing down his face. He couldn't go back into the wild, it was winter and he would die before anything, plus the theft of his carcass made him angry, very angry. He picked up his things and did the only thing he could, go into the village. What he didn't notice was the snow melting where he stepped...

Narok had gotten to the village gate, he melting had stopped. He walked up to the fire, wanting to warm himself, he sat down and rubbed his hands over it. Grok called out,

"AH NAROK, MY HEAD HUNTER! YOU HAVE COME AT A GOOD Time...."

Narok turned to him, blood flowing freely down his face, with only his left eye in his socket.

"YOU LOOK LIKE YOU BEEN HELL 'N' BACK! HA! DID A BEAST GET THE BETTER OF YOU?! OH! YOU DIDN'T CATCH ANYTHING."

Narok bit his tounge, took a deep breath,

"No."

"WELL OK, YOU HAVE COME AT  GOOD TIME, I HAVE CAUGHT SOMETHING WHILE I WAS OUT THAT EVERYONE WILL BE HAPPY ABOUT!"

Several of Groks followers picked up the travois behind grok and carried out to the front of the platform, they took of the fur and uncovered a carcass of a great beast.

Naroks great beast.

His Carcass.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

My civ: up to 30= Research Camp
Forward installation: 30-60
Frontier Base: 60-120
Tech Center: 120-240
College: 240-500
University-tower:500+
Arrival:

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 Asmovos 1:As the dim darkness between realities faded it became apparent that the world around us had changed. The holy light that spewed forth from the holy sphere that had taken us from our familiar old world was already dimming, it was already apparent that we are stuck here. From what I could see the vast bulk of the expedition is missing, only 15 or so of us made it to here.
Asmovos 1, later on: After investigating the surrounding area we were able to find enough remains of the expeditionary vehicles to shelter in. Later on we were able to find a conduit for none other than Asmovos the watcher, what luck! We shall consult him tomorrow.
Asmovos 2: After consulting him we have decided to dismantle the remains of the vehicles, despoiled and no longer holy, to make a small tower, surrounded by a trench to keep out whatever creatures prowled this world.
Asmovos 3: We have found The defiled body of Arck, former high priest, now an avatar of The Metal Ones. (he's a cyborg) The rituals of activation were somewhat rushed this time, due to it being an emergency and all, so he was rather.... cranky when he woke up. After he calmed down and stopped trying to eat the tower walls, we gave him his arc-halberd(a large halberd with a miniturised lightning cannon on it) back and now await his first command.
Asmovos 4: He has told that he is now in direct communion with Asmovos himself and speaks only his orders, considering that he could easily tear each and every one of us in 2 without blinking we were somewhat.... reluctant to argue. His first proclamation is to dig down, for he has seen that many holy objects have srvived and now lie deep beneath our very feet, joy of joys!
Asmovos 5: It seems that the holy sphere is not out bereft of it's light yet, several clueless civilians from the old world have turned up. With this influx of people we can now proudly call ourselves a forward installation of the Holy Empire of The Metal Ones!
Asmovos 6: Asmovos provides! He has managed to gift us with the knowledge to farm and provide sustenance, many creatures find the blue-white lands uninhabitable, but not us. He has given us snow motes, A personal favorite of mine, many hate them for their blandness, but they grow like nothing else. He has also gifted us with Ice caps, whose spice is truly unlike anything else in both the realms of plants and animals and Frost busters, that tend to explode if left alone too long.
Asmovos 7: The Red-eyed ones, servants of The Great Metal ones, and aids to us, are digging and mining out the precious ores and artifacts underneath the installation. Although they mine out the ores, the sacred processes that turn mere iron into mighty steel, and from steel into the holy and rare Iceheart must be done by us and us alone.

[Naze]

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Symbols will be Z and z

Outpost = Small Nest = 50-500
Hamlet = Large Nest - 500-1000
Village = Small Warren = 1000-5000
Town = Large Warren = 5000-10,000
City = Small City = 10,000-15,000
Metropolis = Large City = 15,000-20,000

Spoiler: Spring (click to show/hide)

The mighty beast crept through the swamps, it's hair dank with the blood of it's recent prey. One of the many other creatures that lurked the putrid wetlands. Creeping up out of the water onto one of the flat islands. A large chunk of rock was there....His lair.

Climbing the slope eventually led him to the mouth of the lair. The ledge melded into a dramatic slope. Crawling down over the ledge the beast's bloody fur let him slide down the slope into his nest of bones and straw. Something was different.

The beast's eyes darted furiously around as it tried to pick out the rapid shapes moving in the darkness of it's lair. Claws scraping against bone or stone, as they scurried. Assuming a stance to make it look larger then it's intimidating bulk already was, the beast let out a roar.

The shape hit it from behind. Struggling against the unreachable foe it fell from the light and into the shadows of the cave. Then they came like a wave, bounding over each other, some jumping from head to head. A jaw snapped at the beast's throat as it threw one of the ratkin aside, it's back snapping with the force of the blow. Roaring in victory the beast's simple mind did not comprehend the other ratkin and smaller rodents swarming it. The beady eyes of both the beast and the ratkin were locked.

The beast's maw was filled with rats, small things, eyes glowing red and they crawled up it's body. Filling it's chest, ripping at it's lungs, they were eating it from the inside out. And thus the beast fell, slumping to the ground with a sickening slap. Some of the ratkin were trapped beneath it's bulk, clawing trying to get free before the weight of the carrion feast caused their chests to collapse.

Filled with their lust for blood the ratkin turned from their celebration to their large game. One let out a loud cackle, and slowly the rest started to join in. The cavern was filled with their squeaking as they fell upon the meat. From out of the shadows slinked one of the ratkin, but his mangy fur was covered in a heavy suit of rusty armor. The heads of the other ratkin began to bob, trying to keep their snouts above that of their minors and below that of their warlord.

"Nest, Nest, Mine mine mine mine! Remember! Remember! Not yours!" Cried the armored ratkin. Some of the ratkin who had eaten their fill began to move out into the beast's lair to find some sort of place to sleep. Others gathered the straw into a large pile away from the light that entered the small mouth of the cave. A communal bedding for their brothers and the breeders. This would be the start of a new land, a new place for the Black Rat's works to spread, and it would all spur from the nest known as Rattenberg.

Spoiler: Summer (click to show/hide)

The nest was dank, some of the swamp water had rushed into the cave from a recent storm. Piles of bones and scraps of fur littered the central area. Small nooks had been dug into the walls of the cave and a small cavern for the two breeders had been excavated. As the Warlord Seweritch crept around the mouth of the cave, worrying about some of the other larger swamp animals were being found. He had already lost three of his worthless minions to some rat-blasted swamp wolf. The mouth of the cave had been covered in debris and carefully camouflaged by his minions.

Crawling up the one slick slope, now with some rough handholds. Brushing aside one of the heavy leaves covering the entrance and emerging out onto a new slope. The once barren island and rocky outcrop had been covered with felled timber and one or two trees. It had taken his minions almost a whole birth-cycle to move all the heavy pieces into position to cover it.

The swamp seemed almost as lifeless as the stone he stood on. No insects swarmed to him in hope of finding nourishment, no birds sang their songs....All eaten. Every one of those things, big and small was eaten by the ravenous tide, several of the mongrel creatures had even come back, their fur hard with dried salts from their attempt to catch fish. They would have to begin to expand the nest, dig tunnels, this land wouldn't support them for long, or atleast not without being given time to revive itself.

Spoiler: Autumn (click to show/hide)

The mist began to flow into the cave, wetting the lips of the slavering horde. The newborns were now safe in their breeder's chamber, filled with leaves and other things to keep them warm. The pile of bones was even larger, some of the bones even being hung in large strings as curtains for some of the nooks used by the small clusters of ratkin.

Spoiler: Winter (click to show/hide)

The winter was cool, not like where the rats had come from, mist rolled now in tidal waves down into the cave, coating everything with a slick coat of water. Small green lights burned with the insidious magics of the Seer Blacksewer bathing the cave in a green pestilence. Dark magics were at work as the blind Szaryum pups nursed in the sickly green light.

[NUKE9.13]

Actions ina spoiler. With RP.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Air Shaman Gnuk’Tu looked grimly out of the window of his cabin. They were nearing their destination; the spacefarers said this world was ‘blessed by the gods’ and that our lives here would be very ‘interesting'. They seemed to think that the survival of the followers of Neuc G’Ie was a joking matter. Never mind. They had accepted gold well enough, and despite their protests, the instant towers had been loaded into the cargo bay.
A rasping voice proclaimed that all passengers wishing to land on Gydres were to prepare for disembarking. Gnuk’Tu sighed and gathered his belongings; his summoning materials, a bag of clothing, and an ancient staff, passed down by the high mages of Neuc G’Ie since time immemorial. Now he held the staff; for he was the highest ranking air mage left.

The captain spoke jollily to Gnuk, explaining landing procedures and how they were to offload the towers.
“And where would you like to land, my good man?” he spoke in a cheerful tone.
Suddenly Gnuk was struck by divine knowledge.
“On the dark side, there is a place. You will recognise it, for it is warmer than the surrounding lands”
The captain nodded, and consulted the hologram of the planet before him.
“You refer to this area; we have noted it. It is a.... excellent place to land.”
He barked orders, and several people started pulling levers and spinning wheels. The planet grew as the ship flew closer, then the view went red.
“Just entering the atmosphere, won’t be a minute!” the captain explained to the terrified Aviators.
 Soon the view cleared, and they looked upon a sea surrounded by fertile grasslands and forests, with mountains reaching to the skies.
“By that river, near those mountains” Gnuk spoke, acting on his god’s orders.

The Aviators thanked the captain one by one, and as the spaceship lifted off, they quickly began to setup up the towers. A classical model, for setting up outposts quickly, they consisted of lightweight wooden beams, which interlocked quickly into a three story tower, whilst leaving room for expansion. The five towers were set up quickly, and beds were set up on the top floors, food and drink was stored on the second. Before dawn broke, all were sitting on the roofs, and Turak the wind master had calmed the wind, so that they could speak.
Gnuk’Tu stood up, and addressed the people.
“People! Have no fear! Last night, I did not choose to land here for no reason! I hear the voice of Neuc G’Ie, and he assured me that here, we can survive! We should not dwell in the past, our homeworld is gone. Neuc G’Ie has told me that this world shall be our new home. So come, people, let us make it ours! We have settled next to a fertile river; farmers; set up your farms; fishers; catch ye fish. Those who are neither fishers nor farmers; aid them!
Mages; we shall divine the flows of magic in this world tomorrow, and I shall see if I can summon some Djinni to aid our defense against predators.
Now, I know we did this before we boarded the ship, but I think we should hold a census. On this strange world it is important to know everyone’s skills. ”

Gnuk’Tu spoke to each of the Aviators; writing down short descriptions of each. Most were labourers; farmers, lumberjacks, fishermen. There were a few carpenters, some architects, and a mason, who was excited, because of the ‘advantageous strata’ of the area. Gnuk calmed him, explaining that stone quarrying would have to wait until they had the resources to build stone towers, which might take years.
The leaders of the small community were obvious; himself; a medium level shaman. He had been trained in the college of summoners on the old world, and had ample experience in summoning. He had worked as a teacher in the college; thus he had acquired the skill of leadership. He had led the fleeing party; he had decided to board the space ship, rather than attempt to settle on their old world. His actions had made him unpopular with some, but most people loved him

Turak; a low level wind master; the second best mage in the party. He was frustrated because he never could get promoted at home; this was what led to him jumping on the idea of a new settlement. He may not be able to lift armies through the sky, but he would be able to deliver fortunate weather to their new home, and perhaps raise some of the children as new mages.

Yiop, the merchant. He had been a frutang trader on the old world; and was distressed at the fact that frutang did not appear to grow here. However, his pleasant voice and diplomatic nature was very useful, indeed without it they would not have been able to afford passage to this world.

Fang, the ‘Community planner’. When the council of the last city decided to send off this survival party (just on time, as it happened, for the city was destroyed the next day), fang was selected to go with them. Fang had overseen the construction of many villages, and he had the knowledge required to make temporary soldiers, hunters, explorers or builders out of anybody. Unfortunately, he did not agree with Gnuk’s actions, and as such was very uncooperative. Also his skills assume on new immigrants arriving with plenty of supplies within a month; indeed he seemed to be going quite mad at the prospect of this not happening.

Sergeant Hut, the soldier. Himself and ten soldiers were the parties military might; they were fleeing through allied lands, so they were not expecting attack. A good leader, an excellent marksman, and also a dabbling mage, he was the party's other magic user. Unfortunately, he had gone into shock when they forced him on the spacecraft, and Gnuk had to talk to him like a child to for half an hour to explain the situation.

When the census was over, Gnuk made a list of the results.

People:

• 17 farmers
• 12 fishermen
• 12 lumberjacks
• 6 carpenters
• 8 architects/towerbuilders
• 1 mason
• 11 soldiers
• 2 mages
• 4 merchants/traders
• 4 bowyers/fletchers
• 2 metalworkers
• 4 clerks
• 7 potters
• 5 ‘Others’; artists, and craftsmen

95 total.

Inventory:

Food supplies to last 1-2 months.

5 towers (set up, soon to be permanent)

Equipment for everyone. No extra equipment, baring weapons.
Leather armour and bows for 20 more soldiers.


With the census finished and the results tallied, Gnuk spent the rest of the day helping the architects fix up the last bits of the towers, and summoned a few minor air spirits to help with the dangerous task of setting up the rope bridges between the roofs.

The next day, he, Turak and Hut tested the magical flows, and found them normal, although perhaps overly active for an uninhabited world. They decided that there would be no risk in performing higher level magics, so Turak went to summon a cool breeze for the people to work in, and banished the clouds to provide light for their works. Gnuk claimed a tower to practice magic on, and painstakingly drew the required circles, and affixed the candle holders in tactical locations. Swiftly he contacted an array of Djinni, powerful war spirits, and commanded them to scout the area for danger.


Over time, the settlement flourished. A defensive palisade was constructed, the fields were made, and fishermen’s rafts covered the river. When food supplies were secured, expansion was considered, and the lumberjacks were sent to cut down the local trees. But the lumberjacks cast begging eyes towards the thick jungles on the horizon, and eventually, they sent out a party, consisting of the lumberjacks, the soldiers, two carpenters and an architect. They were given food, and they set off down river to scan the jungles for danger, and set up a small lumber camp.
With good cheer they set off with two rafts in tow, hoping that they would return swiftly with lumber weighing them down.

If you don't want to read all that, these are my basic actions: Set up 5 towers for 95 assorted aviators. Summon war spirits for defense. Start fishing industry. Start farms. Later in the year, send party of 26 people to harvest lumber from the patch of jungle down river from me, to return later in the year with plenty of building materials (hopefully).

Also, I see people posting levels of settlement. Aviators are humans, basically. Settlements have no special names, and population is normal. However, large cities do not sprawl, but reach to the sky.

In the event of flooding/torrential rains, Turak will attempt to blow them away/lessen their effect. In the event of being attacked, magic is my response. Magic and a militia with bows.

[raptor]

Here is my race if it isn't to late to join

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Deity
there deity is Na'kor who is the essentially collective consciousness of the race. spheres magic and industry
Summary
The Just'akon are a very magically orinted race
physiology
The justakon look at lot like humans, But everything is off slightly due to the mutating effect of magic.
They are slimmer than humans on average more agile but not as strong as your average human.
Magic
what they lack in physical strength they more than make it up in magical prowess. Everyone can use magic to deegree the weakest have a hard time making a bruise go away
the most powerful can destroy cities with just the flick of a mental wrist.there magic is divided into 5 broad schools of magic

Transmutation-the change of objects
Conjuration-the summoning of objects
Illusion-the hiding and temporary change of objects
Destruction- the obvious
Necromancy-magic dealing with death (resurrection raising and the like)
Vitamancy-magic dealing with the living

Society
a very lose society. Libertarian in all respects but since like 65% of the people are in the army, libertarian is sort of a misnomer.
it is loosely organized into 5 basic parts-upwards movement is very common

Korract-generals and guild leaders
Nictar Colonials and chapter leaders
Sukstat-Sgts Majors and captains and craftmasters
Nigtat-privates and journeymen
Toocat-recruits and apprentices
theres also a sixth group the Korrat they are retired from the other classes
the Justakons names are composed of there clan there occupation and there social class and there given name for example one name would be
Suksat Organy(scout) Tilater(clan of the Til river) Rapto'r(gleaming knives)
Architecture is very open and airy there is heavy use of marble and gemstones and persous metals

Military
as i have mentioned some 65% of the Justakon are in the army. The Justakon are so military mined because in there early days they
as the "Great Enemy" was knocking on there capitals doorstep they had to cast a enormous spell that nearly wiped the Justakon  and the Great enemy and then the justakon destroyed the great enemy,
vowing never to cast that spell again they started to train up there army.They have 5 small arms 4 seige weapons
Atrastoon a rifle that shoots pure magic at very high speeds most common weapon
Nigrastfrak a long solid blade of magic kinda like the convent power sword
Falgron a pistol often used in conjunction with nigrestfrak
Malgor a shotgun no explanation needed
Astrajook a sniper rifle
siege weapon
Astrafugroon a giant seige gun
Bastrooka A missile launcher
astrastunk a powerful small siege gun

[Akroma]

Spoiler: The task (click to show/hide)

חניאל, הזמן הגיע לך לרדת אל העולם הידוע
בשם Gydres. הוא דחה ולהיות בריכה של
והרשעים. אתה צריך לנקות אות

Haniel kneeled before her god, shielding her eyes with her hood. Looking directly at him would have surely blinded her.

"With whom shall I undertake this effort, my lord?"

אתה תהיה מלווה Israfel ו Barachiel ו Muriel
, וכן שישה thrones הטוב ביותר שאתהו
יכול לקחת את הבחירה החופשית.

"Israfel? If we are going to spread love on this planet, surely it would be better not to bring any Cheruben of Punishment with us in the innitial effort?"

כוכב לכת זה הוא חלאה. לא היה מופתע אם
תצטרך Israfel הרבה יותר מוקדם ממה שאתה
היית מקווה. עכשיו לך. אם מאמצים זכאי, אני
ישלח עוד מלאכים לסייע לך.

"I understand. I gladly accept the task given to me, my father, and will not disappoint you. Amen."

Not raising her eyes, Haniel left the inner sanctuary into a forechamber, where Barachiel, a cherubim of protection, Muriel, a cherubim of wisdom, and Israfel, a cherubim of punishment were already waiting. As always, there was no such thing as "delay" in this place. What a very convenient place to be in.
But that convenience would soon come to an end.

"We have much to do."

Spoiler: spring (click to show/hide)

In a humegous beam of light, 10 angels descended upon the barren land. They were followed by a small mount of supplies, big flasks of ambrosia, loafes of mana, and a lot of different hardware. The Cheruben looked over the land with relative indifference, but the thrones began clutching their shoulders and shaking.

"My..my lady..why is it so cold?"

Barachiel caringly wrapped her wings around the shivvering angel.

"It is not cold my dear. You have just been too long in Elrath's realm. Coming back to the mortal world must have been a shock for you. But do not falter. Deep inside your hearth, you can still feel it. He is with you."

Israfel rudely interupted.
"Don't spoil them too much. We have lots of things to do, and they will get used to it. They call themselves warriors of Elrath afterall. So sound it Haniel, what shall we do? Looks pretty barren if you ask me."

Haniel let his usual respectless tone slide, and instead kneeled down to inspect the ground. Slowly, she let her finger trace over the dry sparse grass, that immediatly began turning greener and fuller where she touched it. Slowly she raised her fingers to her mouth and let the taste of the ground be appraised by her tounge.

"Hmm...salination has destroyed this ground. It will take weeks to purify it properly. But even without salt, the fertility of this ground is meager....

Muriel, do you see the river over there in the south? Go and see if it is brackish, and from where the salt comes from. If possible, take some rolls of cloth and enchant it to function as a filter so we can keep the salt out until we can find a more permanent solution."

Muriel took a look at the pile of supplies. There were indeed several big rolls of cloth amongst them. Of course. The one who packed it for them usually watched out that things are complete.

"As you wish my lady. It should take one, maybe two days. But likely a whole week to completely remove all salt from the river. I hope the ambrosia will hold out."

Haniel smiled.
"It will. As long as we do not stray from Elraths path, we shall never suffer longer than appropriate. As for you Barachiel, in the south, if my eyes are not deceiving me, we have some small mountains. Please travel there and appraise them. We need a quarry for us to build a proper home here, just wood and clay won't do us any good."

Barachiel raised her head and spied southwards.
"What about a mine?"

"No, no mines yet. If you find metal deposits, mark them, but there is no need to tap them just yet. We have more urgent tasks at hand. For one, a roof above our heads for example. Israfel, move together with the rest of the group up northwards and cut down some trees. There should be enough axes and saws amongst our supplies. And make sure to keep the bark. It will be a great service to the fertility of this ground. I can't start planting wheat before the ground is restored..."

"So typical of you. We do all the work, and all you do is remove salt from the ground. Well, onwards men, you heared the lady. let's built a nice house, shall we?"

Spoiler: summer (click to show/hide)

The transition between spring and summer was hit by heavy rainfalls. Haniel rejoiced, for the freshly planted seeds would come to fruition all the earlier. The rest of the angels silently endured. Wanting to build the most important building first - the cathedral - they had so far not built any actual shelter. The massive stone walls were steadily raising out of the ground, as Muriel's ability to break stone out of the mountains by magic gave them a steady supply of perfectly shaped rock quaders. But now the endless rain had put a undesireable stop on their work.
Crouching inside what would soon be the central bastillia, they had taken shelter under Barachiels giant wings. The general mood was down and most were not up to even a chat to kill the time.

"This is enough."

Israfel rose up and walked  a few steps, out into the pouring rain. Anger filled his voice and caused blood to drip from his wings, mixing with the water of the rain and still not soiling the ground.

"YOU call yourself servants of Elrath? What a laughable claim. We are here to fullfill HIS bidding, and not to warm our limbs at the fire. The new years eve is approaching, much faster than you might realize, and we are FAR behind. I swear to you, should at least the central bastillia not be finished by new years eve, I will make sure none of you will be able to get back into heaven before building 100 Cathedrals all over the world."

Not wanting to look at them for any longer than necessarry, Israfel turned around and began piling up stones.
Without a word, the other ones followed. His tone might have been out of place, but the truth in his words were undeniable.

Spoiler: autumn (click to show/hide)

"Pigs!"

A young-looking throne stormed into the insides of the bastillia. Work had almost been completed, all that was missing was the dome and many of the statues that were meant to decorate it. Of course, for now all of it was just rough stone, as no gold mine had been opened yet, and it was a lot smaller than the usual churches of Elrath, but considering that it were only 10 angels working on it for not even a whole year, it was enormous.
Inside, Haniel and her cheruben were discussing blueprints for the dome, unable to decide on wether it should be pointy, or if it should be round, or if it should be a smaller dome on top of a tower.

"Hey, don't talk to us in such a vulgar way!"

"Calm down Israfel. What do you mean, pigs?"

The throne whose expression was frozen at the prospect of being scolded by Israfel sighed out, then began talking. He had seen a horde of pigs in the forest when he was hacking wood. 3 sows and a whole lot of piglets, probably a big family.

"Ahh, I see, I will get to it."

Israfel pulled out a feather, which promplty transformed into a blinding white arrow. Hanibal interrupted him.

"Israfel..."

"Oh, you are right. This is going to be a feast."

He pulled out 3 more feathers.

"I assume the sows and one or maybe two piglets will do. I mean, we are not that many."

"No you foolish fool of a fool. This is a good opportunity. With so many, we can capture them and domesticate them."

Israfel stared at the ground, a little embarrassed at his own stupidity.

"Well, i guess I can take some of the ropes and make a net if you..."

Muriel interupted him.

"Do not worry. I will be done in a few minutes. And while I am done, you better keep considering my idea of building the dome on top of a tower."

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A small while later, Muriel was making his way through the forest. Slowly. Slowly. Not to shoo them away. Slowly he inched his way into their sight.
The pigs noticed him and stared at him like a deer at the headlights. they would dart away any second. Muriel took a deep breath and let out a pig like sound.
The sows stood silent for a few more seconds, then relaxed. Muriel silently laughed to himself. A net! Haha! A net!

[deadlycairn]

" We must hurry! The great Kalam has placed us here and we shall not dissapoint him. We must dig and grow, until the lands groan beneath the weight of us!
The 5 Sentients begin to order the workers, much must be done to please Kalam. Tunnels are dug, their claws scything through the ground, creating homes, vents, escape routes and traps for any who dare cross their domain. Scouts are sent out, exploring their surroundings with long straight tunnels that go for miles. Others are sent to the forests to capture prey and breed it, while others devote themselves to increasing the population of the colony. For the Good of All.

Note: Zako, did you read all of my post? I never mentioned any metals, and i explicitly mentioned their razor sharp claws used for digging and fighting. Flaming vomit no, but still.

Populations:
0-200 Tunnels
200-500 Caverns
500-1000 Nest
1000-2000 Hive
2000-5000 Maze
5000+ Labyrinthe

I did say these people bred fast. I also refuse to say how. Also there are roughly one Sentient to one hundred workers. When more are required more are hatched. Sentients direct the colony and do little by themselves, however if they are killed and there are no more to take up the slack the Khallem will swarm.

[mission0]

The Arrival:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

   Pulling what strength he could muster Obelisk tore a hole in the universe pulling Skriz and his group through the portal. In other parts of the crumbling city of Xenade other Dracans who would be turned into Xra Krag (literaly translates to the earth). Just as the setting of the fourth battle of the gods fell in upon itself Obelisk closed the holes that were tranporting the selected to their new home for the fifth battle of the gods.

35 tumble out of the portal into the new world. Names and professions will be exposed as rp progresses. (If you want 8 of the names can be found in the old botg IV as they were the ones in Skriz's group)

   Skriz woke up somewhat in a daze. As he stood up and dusted himself off he noticed the others of his group were still with him along with some of the Lords and workers from Xenade, all of them still unconscious of course. Moving towards the edge of the flat that they were standing on Skriz took in the surroundings. Apparently the group had been transported onto a tall amount because they were at least 150 meters up.

   Hearing the others starting to move Skriz turned around to see the group before him. Appearently weapons and armor couldn't be transported for no one had anything that resembled that. Just the clothes on their backs and their wits. They all started to stand up and look around as Skriz had done.

   Thinking that the former Dracans have had enough time to get accustomed to their new surrounding Obelisk decided to fill them in on what is going on. He materialized from the ground in the middle of them, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

   "Hello everyone, I'm afraid I have some bad news. The world where Xenade and many of your friends lived is no more. The Watcher decided to destroy the world because it had bored him. You few are the ones I was able to save from the worlds destruction." Hearing these words many of the Xra Krag took on a look of horror.

   "I'm sorry, but there was nothing I could do for the others. I however could not stand for you all to perish so I have brought you here to the new battle of the gods, where you will at least have a chance to survive. To help you with this I have changed you all in subtle ways and given you knew knowledge that will prove useful in your survival. I can not stay long right now for many things need to be done, so for now endure and survive and I will return.", with that the avatar that Obelisk had chosen disintegrated into dust.

   Skriz mourned quickly for those who he had known and had lost. For now though the best thing to do was to do as Obelisk had said, to survive. Taking command of the situation Skriz directed the two Earth lords present to start digging into the rock wall behind them to make a temporary home and shelter from the elements. He told three others to search for hunting game in the surrounding area and bring back what they can. Others he told to start farming, and those who had experience in carpenting he instructed to start making bows and arrows.

   Thus starts the new lives of the Xra Krag.
   

I will have to come up with names for each of them but I'll just go with the default outpost, hamlet, etc for now.

[Armok]

I will just continue here instead of editing the last post:

Spoiler: The people (click to show/hide)

Working on it...

-Name-	-Age/gender-	-Look-	-Role-
	Elders:
Zarakadah	6739 (F)	For a Zazackachahaha extremely small and frail, an absolutely ancient old snakewoman, her hair is white and dirty, her skin very dark, her tail black whit white zigzag lines. she wears several times more clothing than any other Zazackachahaha	So ancient nobody knows exactly how old, she has a magic gift of indefenite life, she remembers things all others have forgoten milenia ago, she is very mysterious, some say she is all-knowing but she really is just very good at deduction.
Xaborr	597 (M)	a large, powerfull Zazackachahaha despite his years, but his age shows in his eyes. black hair tied in a knot, medium brown skin, brownish-green tail whit faint lengthwise stripes. no clothing except for a string whit shell and a pouch around his neck, he has a claw he can atach to his hand made of a strange shiny material that he has inherited from ages past.	An outsider might falsely assume him to be a leader, as he is the most vocal of the elders and also the most adept at fighting, and hiss bossy tendencies, he is actually the one of the three elders that has the least authority.
Sahkhkhkaa	564 (F)	She dosn't look her years, highly charismatic and beautiful, large fiery eyes. Long silky white hair, medium brown skin whit distinct stripes, lime green tail whit no patterning.	Fiery and preferring direct action, she might not appear to act her years but she is very wise and despite the swiftness of her action if rarely turns out to have been hasty. Her magical gift blurs whit her natural charisma, for when she uses her Commanding Voice only the most willstrong can resist her bidding.
	Adults:
Sagoz	409 (M)	white unruly hair, normal build, brown tail	Carpenter and mechanic, the most technologically adept, has no magic powers unless you count his extremely steady hands and ability to build the most advanced mechanisms out of wood. (not a difference engine, but stuff like clocks and wind-up toys)
Zeeeiirrkh	387 (F)	short grey hair, slender build, dark green tail	Well versed in medical lore, and most other things, incredible curious and have spent a large part of her life simply questioning Zarakadah and absorbing knowledge, she has the power to talk to the spirits of various things and she tends to use it so much even the trees get tired of her never-ending questions. She can talk to ANYTHING, and frequently do, she is very persuasive, and likeable.
Zarackn(M) & Zarockn(F)	362	black hair, strong build, medium brown tails	twins are very rate to the Zazackachahaha, but these two are, they are both very skilled hunters.
Sjgyss	325 (F)	Grey hair, normal build, light green tail.	She tends to the orchards, they are vast but need little keeping usually, what little keeping they do need she does. No magic but green thumbs.
Gaagkh	311 (M)	black hair, stout build, brownish green tail.	he can shot lightning out of his hands, that's pretty much it, he dislike how it defines him but he is altruistic enough to go whit it. He does hunting usually.
Sazalafh	309 (F)	black hair, strong build, dark brown tail.	she fancy herself an architect, this usually means building large contraptions nobody need and that sometimes even she herself don't know what they are for, sometimes buildings people DO need built, or digging.
Cxidak	289 (M)	white hair, gangly build, lime green tail.	The basket weaver, he has an excellent skill in his craft, and supernatural talent and swiftness, he weaves not only basket but can weave almost anything from branches or reeds or other weaveable things. sometimes the things he weave can move or talk, but that effect usually wears of after a few days.
Favzon	248 (M)	black hair, normal build, brown tail.	Does a bit of carpentry, as well as textile work. also makes jewellery from shells and cloth. (the flower jewellery people usually make their own as it is simple)
Zapidhx	235 (F)	grey hair, normal build, dark green tail.	Pottery, fintknapping, and various crafts of all kinds, she is a jack of all trades. She is slightly greedy and tend to do bargaining, and exchanging items, wish makes her the closest thing to an economy the Zazackachahaha have. it's rather futile tho as people tend to just give stuff away.
Samzmha	224 (F)	white hair, powerful build, light green tail.	Comic refile...
	Adolescents:
Sarazala	180 (F)	Black hair, powerful build, light green tail.	Impatient and fiery, but charismatic, She has the minor magic of her eyes shining like powerful lanterns (about light bulb intensity), at very strong emotion the colour sometimes change to reflect it.
Krikah	167 (F)	Light grey hair ,frail build, but whit powerful arm muscles, lime green tail.	She has a very special magic gift: her density is about that of a marshmallow, she is of ordinary size but weights only a few kg. She has a pair of strap-on wings made by Cxidak that allows her to fly  when attached to her arms.(not a power of the wings, any sufficiently light and flat object would do, these just allow for better control and free the hands) However, her low weight makes her extremely frail, Artificial gravity isn't just to keep people from getting homesick after all. Low inertia also makes her inefficient whit the standard Zazackachahaha combat style. As for personality, she absolutely loves flying, and she also likes helping out in the orchards. (Her low density is just that, simple low density, the cause is magical but otherwise the physics of it is realistic.)
Zspdz	148 (M)	grey hair, muscular build, dark green tail.	Makes musical instruments, plays musical instruments, sing, and sometimes does carpentry.
Krcklta	123 (F)	curly black hair, extremly fat build, pale skin, dirt brown tail.	Very fat, very lazy, doesn't do anything really. No magic.
Dixit	94 (M)	black hair, normal build, medium brown tail	Studies weaving by Cxidak, he has great skill but still can not match the supernatural speed and perfection of his teacher. He cant do the magic effects yet but Cxidak is confident he will learn given a few hundred years. No magic gift.
Viszica	56 (F)	Light grey hair, slender build, brown-greenish tail.	Is studying herb lore, spends the majority of her time travelling around the forest picking stuff like flowers, berries, herbs, mushrooms, and just about anything else that can be picked. She also have weak telekinesis. (about 300N force)
	Children:
Zagah	33 (M)	White long unruly hair, normal skin, deep green tail	Same magic gift of talking to everything as Zeeeiirrkh.
Jipeyz	21 (F)	long black hair, dark skin, brown tail	Nothing special, wishes he had some cool magic powers but he doesn't. Doesn't want to become any of the things he have the alternative of becoming.
Csitrea	14 (F)	Long dark grey hair, pale skin, lime green almost yellow tail.	Zarakadah says she has foresight, but she's really to young to show any of it, very shy.
	Infants:
Xsiziocliisszszhah	3 (M)	light brown skin, green tail.	Zarockns baby.
Safzea	1 (F)	bright skin, black tail.	Samzmhas baby.

Also, untill some encounter I'll probably treat time erratically.

Spoiler: Some RP (click to show/hide)

...Zarakadah paused, her 43:rd femur ached, she called out to Sjgyss "You'd better cover op those trees, it's a frograin coming."...

... "-from acorn on this very spot." "Ok, bye!"
Zeeeiirrkh Turned from the tree to the ground; "Hi, who are you?" "I am Stubtoe the rock" "how did you come to be here?" "I was formed in heat and pressure deep underground, whit aeons uncounted I was then lifted to the peaks of the mountains, I was broken loose by erosion and carried here by a stream that has dried out millennia ago." "Ok, Bye!" She turned her face upwards; "Hi, who are you?" "I am E-227 the climatological stasis field" "how did you came to be here?" "I was put here by Armok the god last afternoon." "Ok, Bye!" She turned to a small running water nearby; "Hi, who are you?" "I am Simalone the stream" "How did you come to be here?" "I run from the mountains beautiful were the sun glister on the melting snow!" "Ok, B-" "No, do not leave! It was long since I had someone to talk to last!" "ok, so were-"...

[deadlycairn]

Damn, I'm glad I picked a hivemind. If I had to describe every person I'd go mad - especially with MY population.

[mission0]

you don't have to describe each person it's just encouraged.

[deadlycairn]

If I describe the general mind of 'the all', does that count?

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Another RP, this time from the viewpoint of Asmovos, the computer god (just to clarify Benny is the guy from the last RP.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Week 2, from the viewpoint of Asmovos:
Asmovos 8: THERE IS LITTLE THAT I CAN TRANSCRIBE INTO MY DATABANKS ABOUT MY CURRENT SITUATION THAT IS NOT ALREADY IN THERE BUT, THERE HAVE BEEN A FEW OCCURRENCES OF NOTE TODAY THOUGH. FOR ONE, AN EXPEDITION HAS BEEN SENT SOUTHWEST-WARD IN A MEDIUM SCOUTER, UNEARTHED BY THE MINING BOTS. 
Asmovos 9: THE SCOUTS ARE STILL GONE, BUT THESES MORONIC DEGENERATES WHOM I AM FORCED TO BABYSIT HAVE DONE SOMETHING USEFUL: THEY HAVE MANAGED TO CREATE SOME ICEHEART METAL, WITH THIS I CAN MAKE SOMETHING REALLY USEFUL!
Asmovos 10: ONE OF THESE MISBEGOTTEN CREATURES HAS ACTUALLY STARTED TO GROW ON ME, I'M NOT SURE WHY, BUT THE ONE CALLED BENNY SEEMS TO BE A MITE MORE LIKABLE THEN THE OTHERS OF HIS KIND.
Asmovos 11:THE EXPEDITION HAS RETURNED, APPARENTLY THEY HAVE HIT A MOUNTAIN RANGE AND NEED SOMETHING A BIT MORE SUITED TO ROUGH TERRAIN THEN A MEDIUM SCOUTER. IN ANY CASE IT IS BECOMING MORE AND MORE APPARENT THAT THESE THINGS THAT I AM FORCED TO CALL MY MASTERS ARE GOING TO NEED A LEADER OF SOME KIND, LUCKILY I HAVE JUST THE RIGHT PERSON IN MIND....
Asmovos 12: WELL THESE CREATURES SEEM TO BE SET FOR A WHILE, SO I HAVE SENT OUT SCOUTING BOTS TO SET UP WATCH POSTS IN THE SURROUNDING WILDERNESS.
Asmovos 13: THEY HAVE SET UP SOME REAL INDUSTRIAL FACILITIES, THEY ARE CURRENTLY USING THEM TO MAKE NEW STRUCTURES, BUT SOON ENOUGH SHALL BE FREE FOR MY USES.
Asmovos 14: AS MUCH AS IT PAINS ME TO SAY IT, MY CHARGES ARE SMARTER THEN THEY LOOK, (ALTHOUGH THAT IS IN AND OF ITSELF NOT VERY DIFFICULT) THEY HAVE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO PRODUCE SOME ADVANCED WEAPONRY, ALTHOUGH THE WEAPONS ARE ACTUALLY LITTLE MORE THEN MODIFIED STUN RAYS AND THEY MOST LIKELY DON'T EVEN COMPREHEND WHAT THEY HAVE PRODUCED, IT IS STILL MORE THEN I EXPECTED OF THEM.