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			<title><![CDATA[[Non-Canon] Updates on the Canartese Crisis]]></title>
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			<title><![CDATA[Journal of Philippo Sisko]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2018 23:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffcc33;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: x-large;" class="mycode_size">Journal of Philippo Sisko</span><br />
student, journalist, freelance writer</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Monday, September 24th, 2018<br />
01:39 AM</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align">A good start of the week! I’m still getting adjusted to my new job, but things seem to be going well. It helps that I have a few friends from university who came here as well, so I’m not totally isolated. I always hate that about new environments: having to start from zero in terms of making friends.<br />
<br />
After work, to celebrate the start of our second week, we went to the usual lounge to have some snacks and a few drinks. I was tired, but we’d promised to meet. It wasn’t so bad and I had fun, so no issues, right? Granted, this will cost me tomorrow, when I have to get up early. Even now that I’m writing this I’m already yawning and struggling to keep my eyes open, but I promised Mr Varoufakis, my Contemporary Selenid Literature professor, that I’d blog as often as possible.<br />
<br />
Oh, speaking of blogging, I suppose I should summarise the day’s events, for posterity. Today the attended the opening of the Friendship Festival, an annual event organised by the Sartorian Embassy. It was quite fun: there was typical Sartorian food –which I love-, traditional dances, an exhibition on Sartorian technological advances, and some speeches by the Ambassador and our Foreign Minister. I had to write a draft article for the Herald, under the supervision of another reporter.<br />
<br />
I was also asked to write an article about this explosion near the border with Kalos. That one was boring: apparently there was a skirmish along the border, some kind of confrontation between Kalon and Selenid border patrols, but the government is keeping everything under wraps, so there wasn’t much to write about. I struggled to draft the article, and in the end my supervisor admitted that the little I’d written was all that could be realistically said about the event. She said she’d sent a message to a correspondent near the border, to see if they could find out more, but she wasn’t feeling too confident that there is much of a story with this.<br />
<br />
In any case, I really am falling asleep now, so that’ll be all for now. Good night world!<br />
<br />
<hr class="mycode_hr" />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Philippo Sisko</span> is an undergraduate student of Selenid Literature at the University of Byzantium. When he's not urban exploring, he likes to write silly stories. He's a Junior Correspondent at The Byzantium Herald, and wants to specialise in travel journalism.<br />
<br />
Philippo is on <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Upper</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Canvas</span>.</div>]]></description>
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student, journalist, freelance writer</span></span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Monday, September 24th, 2018<br />
01:39 AM</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align">A good start of the week! I’m still getting adjusted to my new job, but things seem to be going well. It helps that I have a few friends from university who came here as well, so I’m not totally isolated. I always hate that about new environments: having to start from zero in terms of making friends.<br />
<br />
After work, to celebrate the start of our second week, we went to the usual lounge to have some snacks and a few drinks. I was tired, but we’d promised to meet. It wasn’t so bad and I had fun, so no issues, right? Granted, this will cost me tomorrow, when I have to get up early. Even now that I’m writing this I’m already yawning and struggling to keep my eyes open, but I promised Mr Varoufakis, my Contemporary Selenid Literature professor, that I’d blog as often as possible.<br />
<br />
Oh, speaking of blogging, I suppose I should summarise the day’s events, for posterity. Today the attended the opening of the Friendship Festival, an annual event organised by the Sartorian Embassy. It was quite fun: there was typical Sartorian food –which I love-, traditional dances, an exhibition on Sartorian technological advances, and some speeches by the Ambassador and our Foreign Minister. I had to write a draft article for the Herald, under the supervision of another reporter.<br />
<br />
I was also asked to write an article about this explosion near the border with Kalos. That one was boring: apparently there was a skirmish along the border, some kind of confrontation between Kalon and Selenid border patrols, but the government is keeping everything under wraps, so there wasn’t much to write about. I struggled to draft the article, and in the end my supervisor admitted that the little I’d written was all that could be realistically said about the event. She said she’d sent a message to a correspondent near the border, to see if they could find out more, but she wasn’t feeling too confident that there is much of a story with this.<br />
<br />
In any case, I really am falling asleep now, so that’ll be all for now. Good night world!<br />
<br />
<hr class="mycode_hr" />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Philippo Sisko</span> is an undergraduate student of Selenid Literature at the University of Byzantium. When he's not urban exploring, he likes to write silly stories. He's a Junior Correspondent at The Byzantium Herald, and wants to specialise in travel journalism.<br />
<br />
Philippo is on <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Upper</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Canvas</span>.</div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[The Silver Gala (Non-Canon for the moment)]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2018 16:57:59 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Palácę di Argént<br />
 Roitálę, Kingdom of Ardinat</span><br />
 <br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">A glamourous gala. The seat of power. All the powerful men and women of the realm would be there.<br />
 <br />
 One of them was Maríę, Countess of Arschént. She was related to the prestigious house of Avengnon, a powerful kingmaking noble house that had a stake in Ardinatan politics for the last few centuries. However, she was not of that house, but of a branch, the Avengnon-Arschent noble family. <br />
 <br />
 The branches listened to their parent house. For this case, she nominally answered to the Avengnons, which ruled the County of Avengnon. However, every branch also held their own political influence. After all, the Avengnons may rule the Avengnon voting block at the Council of the Realm, but if they displeased their cousins, they all knew they could, when the head died, elect a rival Count in the house to succeed them, or boot them out of the job. <br />
 <br />
 Technically, the House of Avengnon chooses their heir. But the voting block can choose its own leading branch. So, if they don't elect a Count that aligns with the rest of the family, a branch like, for example, the House of Avengnon-Arschent, could lead instead. Thus, if they ordered their family like Kings accepting nothing short of silence, the Avengnons would lose their influence over their family.<br />
 <br />
 Being the Kingmaker requires to be made King of your realm in Ardinatan politics. Maríę knew this all too well. So did every other Count or Countess.<br />
 <br />
 The ball had been thrown by King Loúis XIII, the monarch of Ardinat. This was to gain favour with the noble houses so they could support his successor to the throne once he died. The houses were uneasy, especially the more conservative ones, as Princess Luciánę had studied abroad, and her political leanings were largely unknown. Had she heard political activists at her time in Florenzei, the capital of that wretched Republic? Or had she remained steadfast in the rightful tradition of the monarchy, and did not bow to the rabble? Certainly she was part of the class that was designed to rule, but she could not rule to listen to the mob. "Democracy" is an abomination, after all. It produces weak, corrupt leaders who only listen to the stupidities of the crowd and leave the nation in ashes. They were not born to rule. They might not even know how. They just have to listen to the peasants.<br />
 <br />
 Some suspected that she was a liberal, or even a communist. And that was unacceptable. Here, all the noble houses expected to hear her politically, as if the King wants her as his heir, she'll need to demonstrate her worth. Her thoughts and ideals on the nation and the ruling system.<br />
 <br />
 Maríę was an Avengnon-Arschent, a powerful branch in Avengnon insider politics. They supported their parent house, the Avengnons, who were steadfast, monarchist conservatives. So was she.<br />
 <br />
 As she saw the Princess, she proceeded to speak with her. Of course, she bowed, as was formality.</span><br />
<br />
"Salutations, Your Highness. I hear that His Majesty intends to make something out of your person?"<br />
<br />
"Greetings. You are the Countess of Arschént, if I am not mistaken?"<br />
<br />
"As correct as the rightful reign of our King"<br />
<br />
"Excellent. I am glad to have met you, Countess"<br />
<br />
"It is only my pleasure to be acquaintanced with your person. As the representative of the Avengnon-Arschent family, it is my desire that you live with intellect and truth, as the nation has remained in its steady and righteous course"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">She couldn't say that she was to rule yet. That would mean an official endorsement. In that case, the language of the nobility and of the royalty replaced the word "rule" with "live". It was a subtle sign that, if Luciánę wanted her endorsement, she would have to maintain the status quo.<br />
 <br />
 Luciánę knew this. But she was, secretly, a reformist. Not a democrat, no, democracy is foolish. She believed in absolutism, as her time in Meridia had made her see a democracy that worked for the politicians, not the people. Competence is overruled by political tricks and deception, breeding incompetence and corruption. The people only got a hatred for their own kin, and a national division that sometimes escalated into bloodshed. However, she did not share the "tradition" and "we are the only ones fit to rule" thing. For her, that was outdated. No longer a necessity. <br />
 <br />
 She wanted to be the Queen of Ardinat, but she wanted to implement reforms. She wanted the counsel of the people, and wished to call forth an assembly, where the various classes: farmers, industrial workers, nobles, merchants, bankers, company executives, soldiers, employees of the state, etc. would air their grievances and, with her own research, take them into consideration. She would solve her people's problems, and reform the caste system to serve all, not just some lucky souls selected by lottery. "If that noble house does not improve the lives of the people and only serves as a corrupt elite, I'll even put a peasant family as the new noble house if they demonstrate their talent"<br />
 <br />
 She would permit a moderate amount of free speech, and freedom of the press. To hear her people, their valid criticisms would need to be heard. But not any call for a "Republic" or "Democracy" or some other radical overhaul of the system. No killings of anybody either. That would not do. Protests also clogged the streets, and their violent attitude was an affront to authority, so she would not permit them. She would allow political societies and parties to form, but they would have to be peaceful, or face the axe.<br />
 <br />
 An orderly society working for all. A happy nation, a truly righteous country. That is what she wished to accomplish. An absolute monarch not just working to please their nobles, but the entire realm. Meritocracy would play a role in her reign as well, as she seeked not only the expertise of the well-educated noble, but perhaps even of the peasant, for if educated well, they could serve their motherland better than the most noble of the nobles.<br />
 <br />
 But before she had any illusions to implement her grand dream, she will need to play the game. Even if she had to bite her teeth by agreeing with her.</span><br />
<br />
"May the glorious days of the realm remain so long as I live"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"All in due time, Luciánę. All in due time"</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<hr class="mycode_hr" />
<br />
"I hear that you have studied in Meridia, Your Highness"<br />
<br />
"As correct as the present day, Countess"<br />
<br />
"The Florenzei Academy is truly a prestigious one. Perchance, if Your Highness allows this Countess to ask, you may tell of an anecdote in your travels?"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Of course. This was a probing move. What did she do in Meridia? Who was she involved with?</span><br />
<br />
"I am happy to oblige, Countess. Are there any topics you would like to discuss?"<br />
<br />
"Perhaps your social life? I do hear that the Republican devils are indeed a nuisance. I wish to know if you were safe from such aggression"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Luciánę was not stupid. Maríę was not employed by the country's spy network, but some Avengnons were, and she could contact them easily to run a background check on any persons Luciánę might suggest. Due to her unknown status, Maríę was assessing her capibilities, and if she could be a puppet.</span><br />
<br />
"I did not form many friendships, as I was ordered by our righteous and serene state to be isolated, for my safety. After all, if the Republican devils knew of my true identity, I would not have survived the first year"<br />
<br />
"I see"<br />
<br />
"I did have a few. They wondered why I had a foreign accent, but I told them I was a Parthenian from a strange dialect. As is their unfortunate nature, they adored their Republic. If only they had been rightfully raised in our lands..."<br />
<br />
"Shame"<br />
<br />
"Yes. Like many students, they were engaged in Meridia's politics, but, for my safety, I refused to engage in their conversations. For them, I was a person that had no interest in politics in any fashion imaginable. I was content to engage with them in other pleasantries. As an example, they had a particular interest on personal computer games, and I consented to play these"<br />
<br />
"These games, were they enjoyable and proper?"<br />
<br />
"May God tell of this as true"<br />
<br />
"This internet device has been let run free in those wretched democratic states. They divide their people, and help forge an endless rabble who were not born to rule. They spread confusion and hysteria over our rightful regime, and I am surprised that seditious ideals against their systems, decadent as they are, are allowed to stand. It shall be their inevitable downfall, just like that Maurelíano abomination. What democracies produce, no? Crisis, hatred, violence..."<br />
<br />
"May God spare us from that devastation, Countess. I am in absolute concord with your statement"<br />
<hr class="mycode_hr" />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The gala was filled with guests from all over. The Duke of Slóis, the Count of Avengnón, the Lord General Fillíp of Calést, the Lady Admiral Catlín of Tousúd, the Duchess of Aurlént, the Marquis of Penónt...so many nobles, so many titles. But only so few contenders.<br />
 <br />
 Her rival and brother, the Prince Augustús, was a democrat, and he did not hide his beliefs to his peers. Indeed, because nobles and royals are seen as "fit to rule", the state will tolerate their democratic leanings, so long as they don't publish them and undermine the unity of the regime. They can discuss them, but only at the circles of power, and only select data leave it unharmed.<br />
 <br />
 Luciánę loved her brother, but this was more than just a family dispute. This was beyond their familial love. It was the succession. The battle for the soul of the nation was being played at a party for the nobles.<br />
 <br />
 And, at the western wing of the ballroom, sat the democratic opposition. Their posterboy was Augustús, and they all swore to defend his claim to the throne at the Council and in the Senate.</span><br />
<br />
"Your Highness, may your rule be liberating for our people!"<br />
<br />
"Indeed, Count! We are to forge a new nation! We must convince the others to join us in the struggle of the realm!"<br />
<br />
"Let us make rounds to ensure our claim to liberty!"<br />
<br />
"Hear hear!"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">They proceeded to speak with other nobles at the gala. Not all members of the nobility had a vested interest in absolutism or democracy. Others, mainly families who held no significant power in the national political scene or nobles who just wanted money, could be swayed. Unlike the Avengnons, Krisianos, Liuponts or other noble families that had an interest in the national arena for holding multiple votes, being a royal branch or a Duchy, either these families only held one County and nothing else, or they were part of an influential house, but only wanted the best for themselves.<br />
 <br />
 Bribery and convincing rhetoric. Common tools for this mass of nobles that decided the vote. And the democratic opposition was eager to decide the heir, and were energetic on their campaign. After all, it was now or never. Democracy, or more absolutism.<br />
 <br />
 They had one major disadvantage, however: they were mostly young. The ideals of democracy were held by these young adults, some even in their early twenties. One, the Countess of Aradónt, was only 18. Some, like one of their only three Dukes, the Duke of Parlagént, or the Lord Air Marshal Phillípę of Colestóis, were older, more respected officials. But the point was made: the persons who were more respected were the absolutist old guard. These were just challengers. The reckless youth. An idealistic defiance which had not seen the "true light" yet.<br />
 <br />
 But the youth sometimes win. And they had a chance to prove their worth. Now, or never.<br />
 <br />
 And, as the hearts and minds of the nobles were swayed by endless debate and chatter, the three claimants: the Princess Luciáne, the Prince Augustús, and the Prince Loúis were determined to win.<br />
 <br />
 Loúis was not idle. He had secured the absolutists on his side, for now. If Luciánę could sway them - and she had a chance, as she would prove herself as a masterful player of this game - however, he would lose his claim.<br />
 <br />
 Loúis was the least intelligent of the three, and he only cared about money and having fun. As he was the little brother, he was heavily pampered and taken care for by his Mother, as she had sympathy for him more than for her other two children. Often, he would scream and cry because he perceived his siblings as "mean", and his status as the smallest of the three made him more convincing. After all, his Mother had suffered the same at childhood - her sisters constantly bullied her at the household for being the youngest. So, mistakingly applying her experiences, she believed Loúis more than the other two, and he was a pampered soul. He was not stupid, but he was not the greatest choice. He could be an "okay" ruler if he matured properly and took charge of the affairs of the state, but his siblings outclassed him.<br />
 <br />
 For some, he was a good puppet, but skill is required to rule. And many were considering this more than just a puppet, as turmoil could cause the Kingdom to collapse in this world that had left its system behind. After all, the Republic was there in the north, and the foul Artemian Union might seek to crumble the rightful rule of the monarchy.<br />
 <br />
 Who will be the heir? All will be determined here, and there.</span>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Palácę di Argént<br />
 Roitálę, Kingdom of Ardinat</span><br />
 <br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">A glamourous gala. The seat of power. All the powerful men and women of the realm would be there.<br />
 <br />
 One of them was Maríę, Countess of Arschént. She was related to the prestigious house of Avengnon, a powerful kingmaking noble house that had a stake in Ardinatan politics for the last few centuries. However, she was not of that house, but of a branch, the Avengnon-Arschent noble family. <br />
 <br />
 The branches listened to their parent house. For this case, she nominally answered to the Avengnons, which ruled the County of Avengnon. However, every branch also held their own political influence. After all, the Avengnons may rule the Avengnon voting block at the Council of the Realm, but if they displeased their cousins, they all knew they could, when the head died, elect a rival Count in the house to succeed them, or boot them out of the job. <br />
 <br />
 Technically, the House of Avengnon chooses their heir. But the voting block can choose its own leading branch. So, if they don't elect a Count that aligns with the rest of the family, a branch like, for example, the House of Avengnon-Arschent, could lead instead. Thus, if they ordered their family like Kings accepting nothing short of silence, the Avengnons would lose their influence over their family.<br />
 <br />
 Being the Kingmaker requires to be made King of your realm in Ardinatan politics. Maríę knew this all too well. So did every other Count or Countess.<br />
 <br />
 The ball had been thrown by King Loúis XIII, the monarch of Ardinat. This was to gain favour with the noble houses so they could support his successor to the throne once he died. The houses were uneasy, especially the more conservative ones, as Princess Luciánę had studied abroad, and her political leanings were largely unknown. Had she heard political activists at her time in Florenzei, the capital of that wretched Republic? Or had she remained steadfast in the rightful tradition of the monarchy, and did not bow to the rabble? Certainly she was part of the class that was designed to rule, but she could not rule to listen to the mob. "Democracy" is an abomination, after all. It produces weak, corrupt leaders who only listen to the stupidities of the crowd and leave the nation in ashes. They were not born to rule. They might not even know how. They just have to listen to the peasants.<br />
 <br />
 Some suspected that she was a liberal, or even a communist. And that was unacceptable. Here, all the noble houses expected to hear her politically, as if the King wants her as his heir, she'll need to demonstrate her worth. Her thoughts and ideals on the nation and the ruling system.<br />
 <br />
 Maríę was an Avengnon-Arschent, a powerful branch in Avengnon insider politics. They supported their parent house, the Avengnons, who were steadfast, monarchist conservatives. So was she.<br />
 <br />
 As she saw the Princess, she proceeded to speak with her. Of course, she bowed, as was formality.</span><br />
<br />
"Salutations, Your Highness. I hear that His Majesty intends to make something out of your person?"<br />
<br />
"Greetings. You are the Countess of Arschént, if I am not mistaken?"<br />
<br />
"As correct as the rightful reign of our King"<br />
<br />
"Excellent. I am glad to have met you, Countess"<br />
<br />
"It is only my pleasure to be acquaintanced with your person. As the representative of the Avengnon-Arschent family, it is my desire that you live with intellect and truth, as the nation has remained in its steady and righteous course"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">She couldn't say that she was to rule yet. That would mean an official endorsement. In that case, the language of the nobility and of the royalty replaced the word "rule" with "live". It was a subtle sign that, if Luciánę wanted her endorsement, she would have to maintain the status quo.<br />
 <br />
 Luciánę knew this. But she was, secretly, a reformist. Not a democrat, no, democracy is foolish. She believed in absolutism, as her time in Meridia had made her see a democracy that worked for the politicians, not the people. Competence is overruled by political tricks and deception, breeding incompetence and corruption. The people only got a hatred for their own kin, and a national division that sometimes escalated into bloodshed. However, she did not share the "tradition" and "we are the only ones fit to rule" thing. For her, that was outdated. No longer a necessity. <br />
 <br />
 She wanted to be the Queen of Ardinat, but she wanted to implement reforms. She wanted the counsel of the people, and wished to call forth an assembly, where the various classes: farmers, industrial workers, nobles, merchants, bankers, company executives, soldiers, employees of the state, etc. would air their grievances and, with her own research, take them into consideration. She would solve her people's problems, and reform the caste system to serve all, not just some lucky souls selected by lottery. "If that noble house does not improve the lives of the people and only serves as a corrupt elite, I'll even put a peasant family as the new noble house if they demonstrate their talent"<br />
 <br />
 She would permit a moderate amount of free speech, and freedom of the press. To hear her people, their valid criticisms would need to be heard. But not any call for a "Republic" or "Democracy" or some other radical overhaul of the system. No killings of anybody either. That would not do. Protests also clogged the streets, and their violent attitude was an affront to authority, so she would not permit them. She would allow political societies and parties to form, but they would have to be peaceful, or face the axe.<br />
 <br />
 An orderly society working for all. A happy nation, a truly righteous country. That is what she wished to accomplish. An absolute monarch not just working to please their nobles, but the entire realm. Meritocracy would play a role in her reign as well, as she seeked not only the expertise of the well-educated noble, but perhaps even of the peasant, for if educated well, they could serve their motherland better than the most noble of the nobles.<br />
 <br />
 But before she had any illusions to implement her grand dream, she will need to play the game. Even if she had to bite her teeth by agreeing with her.</span><br />
<br />
"May the glorious days of the realm remain so long as I live"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">"All in due time, Luciánę. All in due time"</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<hr class="mycode_hr" />
<br />
"I hear that you have studied in Meridia, Your Highness"<br />
<br />
"As correct as the present day, Countess"<br />
<br />
"The Florenzei Academy is truly a prestigious one. Perchance, if Your Highness allows this Countess to ask, you may tell of an anecdote in your travels?"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Of course. This was a probing move. What did she do in Meridia? Who was she involved with?</span><br />
<br />
"I am happy to oblige, Countess. Are there any topics you would like to discuss?"<br />
<br />
"Perhaps your social life? I do hear that the Republican devils are indeed a nuisance. I wish to know if you were safe from such aggression"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Luciánę was not stupid. Maríę was not employed by the country's spy network, but some Avengnons were, and she could contact them easily to run a background check on any persons Luciánę might suggest. Due to her unknown status, Maríę was assessing her capibilities, and if she could be a puppet.</span><br />
<br />
"I did not form many friendships, as I was ordered by our righteous and serene state to be isolated, for my safety. After all, if the Republican devils knew of my true identity, I would not have survived the first year"<br />
<br />
"I see"<br />
<br />
"I did have a few. They wondered why I had a foreign accent, but I told them I was a Parthenian from a strange dialect. As is their unfortunate nature, they adored their Republic. If only they had been rightfully raised in our lands..."<br />
<br />
"Shame"<br />
<br />
"Yes. Like many students, they were engaged in Meridia's politics, but, for my safety, I refused to engage in their conversations. For them, I was a person that had no interest in politics in any fashion imaginable. I was content to engage with them in other pleasantries. As an example, they had a particular interest on personal computer games, and I consented to play these"<br />
<br />
"These games, were they enjoyable and proper?"<br />
<br />
"May God tell of this as true"<br />
<br />
"This internet device has been let run free in those wretched democratic states. They divide their people, and help forge an endless rabble who were not born to rule. They spread confusion and hysteria over our rightful regime, and I am surprised that seditious ideals against their systems, decadent as they are, are allowed to stand. It shall be their inevitable downfall, just like that Maurelíano abomination. What democracies produce, no? Crisis, hatred, violence..."<br />
<br />
"May God spare us from that devastation, Countess. I am in absolute concord with your statement"<br />
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<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The gala was filled with guests from all over. The Duke of Slóis, the Count of Avengnón, the Lord General Fillíp of Calést, the Lady Admiral Catlín of Tousúd, the Duchess of Aurlént, the Marquis of Penónt...so many nobles, so many titles. But only so few contenders.<br />
 <br />
 Her rival and brother, the Prince Augustús, was a democrat, and he did not hide his beliefs to his peers. Indeed, because nobles and royals are seen as "fit to rule", the state will tolerate their democratic leanings, so long as they don't publish them and undermine the unity of the regime. They can discuss them, but only at the circles of power, and only select data leave it unharmed.<br />
 <br />
 Luciánę loved her brother, but this was more than just a family dispute. This was beyond their familial love. It was the succession. The battle for the soul of the nation was being played at a party for the nobles.<br />
 <br />
 And, at the western wing of the ballroom, sat the democratic opposition. Their posterboy was Augustús, and they all swore to defend his claim to the throne at the Council and in the Senate.</span><br />
<br />
"Your Highness, may your rule be liberating for our people!"<br />
<br />
"Indeed, Count! We are to forge a new nation! We must convince the others to join us in the struggle of the realm!"<br />
<br />
"Let us make rounds to ensure our claim to liberty!"<br />
<br />
"Hear hear!"<br />
<br />
<span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">They proceeded to speak with other nobles at the gala. Not all members of the nobility had a vested interest in absolutism or democracy. Others, mainly families who held no significant power in the national political scene or nobles who just wanted money, could be swayed. Unlike the Avengnons, Krisianos, Liuponts or other noble families that had an interest in the national arena for holding multiple votes, being a royal branch or a Duchy, either these families only held one County and nothing else, or they were part of an influential house, but only wanted the best for themselves.<br />
 <br />
 Bribery and convincing rhetoric. Common tools for this mass of nobles that decided the vote. And the democratic opposition was eager to decide the heir, and were energetic on their campaign. After all, it was now or never. Democracy, or more absolutism.<br />
 <br />
 They had one major disadvantage, however: they were mostly young. The ideals of democracy were held by these young adults, some even in their early twenties. One, the Countess of Aradónt, was only 18. Some, like one of their only three Dukes, the Duke of Parlagént, or the Lord Air Marshal Phillípę of Colestóis, were older, more respected officials. But the point was made: the persons who were more respected were the absolutist old guard. These were just challengers. The reckless youth. An idealistic defiance which had not seen the "true light" yet.<br />
 <br />
 But the youth sometimes win. And they had a chance to prove their worth. Now, or never.<br />
 <br />
 And, as the hearts and minds of the nobles were swayed by endless debate and chatter, the three claimants: the Princess Luciáne, the Prince Augustús, and the Prince Loúis were determined to win.<br />
 <br />
 Loúis was not idle. He had secured the absolutists on his side, for now. If Luciánę could sway them - and she had a chance, as she would prove herself as a masterful player of this game - however, he would lose his claim.<br />
 <br />
 Loúis was the least intelligent of the three, and he only cared about money and having fun. As he was the little brother, he was heavily pampered and taken care for by his Mother, as she had sympathy for him more than for her other two children. Often, he would scream and cry because he perceived his siblings as "mean", and his status as the smallest of the three made him more convincing. After all, his Mother had suffered the same at childhood - her sisters constantly bullied her at the household for being the youngest. So, mistakingly applying her experiences, she believed Loúis more than the other two, and he was a pampered soul. He was not stupid, but he was not the greatest choice. He could be an "okay" ruler if he matured properly and took charge of the affairs of the state, but his siblings outclassed him.<br />
 <br />
 For some, he was a good puppet, but skill is required to rule. And many were considering this more than just a puppet, as turmoil could cause the Kingdom to collapse in this world that had left its system behind. After all, the Republic was there in the north, and the foul Artemian Union might seek to crumble the rightful rule of the monarchy.<br />
 <br />
 Who will be the heir? All will be determined here, and there.</span>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[History of Nuclear War and the End of Cake]]></title>
			<link>http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=468</link>
			<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2018 04:21:22 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description><![CDATA[In the year 1973, the Seven Republics and the Thalassocracy of Parthenopias began a war that was to last a mere two and a half hours. It was the most destructive war that this planet had ever endured. The reason for this war? Well, for the past 30 years the two counties had been in a state of cold war and hated each other with the burning passion of a billion nuclear missiles. But who shot first? Parthenopias, the stuck up islanders. It happened like this: the Archon, elected ruler of their back water country, was enjoying some fine and delicious cake. The cake was the called the Pink Pollen Cake and was made with real pollen. As such, when the most illustrious of citizens, Archon Pandora, went to take her first bite she sneezed. When she did this she accidentally slammed her fist on her desk. But it was not her desk that she she ended up hitting! OH NOOOOOO. It was a big, bright, blue, button!!! And like that, the missiles went flying!<br />
<br />
"Oh no! Whatever have I done!", shouted the Archon. "I should probably inform someone and tell them this is a mistake! But... this cake is veryyyyy goood, and I do so veryyy much want to finish it. I'm sure my cabinet will be able to sort things out in the morning." And like that, the Archon, wisest of the humans, died while eating cake.<br />
<br />
But wait! There is more to this story! It was not the nukes, which Septima launched in retaliation, that killed this thicc lady, it was the Archon herself! With the fork in the Rhombus Office! (What a strange shape) She chocked while eating! As such, she was not there to witness the end of her most wondrous country and the world.<br /><!-- start: postbit_attachments_attachment -->
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[In the year 1973, the Seven Republics and the Thalassocracy of Parthenopias began a war that was to last a mere two and a half hours. It was the most destructive war that this planet had ever endured. The reason for this war? Well, for the past 30 years the two counties had been in a state of cold war and hated each other with the burning passion of a billion nuclear missiles. But who shot first? Parthenopias, the stuck up islanders. It happened like this: the Archon, elected ruler of their back water country, was enjoying some fine and delicious cake. The cake was the called the Pink Pollen Cake and was made with real pollen. As such, when the most illustrious of citizens, Archon Pandora, went to take her first bite she sneezed. When she did this she accidentally slammed her fist on her desk. But it was not her desk that she she ended up hitting! OH NOOOOOO. It was a big, bright, blue, button!!! And like that, the missiles went flying!<br />
<br />
"Oh no! Whatever have I done!", shouted the Archon. "I should probably inform someone and tell them this is a mistake! But... this cake is veryyyyy goood, and I do so veryyy much want to finish it. I'm sure my cabinet will be able to sort things out in the morning." And like that, the Archon, wisest of the humans, died while eating cake.<br />
<br />
But wait! There is more to this story! It was not the nukes, which Septima launched in retaliation, that killed this thicc lady, it was the Archon herself! With the fork in the Rhombus Office! (What a strange shape) She chocked while eating! As such, she was not there to witness the end of her most wondrous country and the world.<br /><!-- start: postbit_attachments_attachment -->
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			<title><![CDATA[One Night in Castietya]]></title>
			<link>http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=397</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2017 23:58:13 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://selene.online/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=3">Evangelous Dimitriou</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Floor 63 of the Libera Ŝtato Building<br />
The Imperial Republic of Centra</span><br />
<br />
Smoke filled the dimly lit room. There was no real reason for such an occurrence; ventilation shafts were some of the best on the Septiman Isles, the windows had the possibility of being opened, and the meeting about to take place was officially sanctioned and sponsored by the Imperial President herself, meaning there was no secrecy surrounding the attendees. Nonetheless, the only smoker in the room was also the most powerful, and his word outweighed the desires of the diplomats who were slowly trickling in.<br />
<br />
One of the diplomats, an old one from the Diktatoreco of Venka by the name of Rava Siegel, was not going to be intimidated by the smoker regardless. Venka was a rapidly industrialising Septiman nation, with the best airforce and rockets of all of the seven nations, and no diplomat or government worker worth their weight in dirt would dare question that. With the knowledge that a war, while seemingly inevitable given the high tensions, would very likely be won in the air by her side, Siegel stood up out of her chair and smashed her hand onto the table. "In the name of that most aqueous Sakve, will you please clear the smoke out of this room?? We are not the savages of the Sartorians or the Selenids!"<br />
<br />
A single puff of smoke emerged from the cigar before being blown out by the smoker. He stood, and from underneath the brim of the wide-brim hat the eyes of an angered and evil man emerged and locked onto Siegel. The intensity of their duel of stares was enough to set fire to paper, but barely a soul in the room thought to break the trance until the clock embedded in the table chimed 4 times. The smoker relented and broke off first, calling over one of the room's attendants to clear the smoke and seal the doors to allow the meeting to begin in earnest.<br />
<br />
"I would like to begin this annual meeting of the Sep Nacioj by announcing a change in policy of the Imperial Republic of Centra." He stood up for his part, expecting little resistance to the change in official procedure, but as always there was the representative from Suba Johan, the weakest nation. Nonetheless, there was a certain decorum to maintain, and the pause of the speaker allowed said representative to speak up. He stood up in opposition, commanding the attention of all representatives at an impressive 2 meters tall, not including the boots.<br />
<br />
"First Minister Strauss, on behalf of the Septiman Republic of Suba Johan, I must object to such a violation of the accepted procedure for the annual gathering of Sep Nacioj delegates. The Septiman Republic has never tolerated violations, and should the Imperial Republic find a need to begin this year's meeting on such a terrible start, then we shall not find a need to continue our attendance here in Castietya." The representative was a hardass about protocol, to be sure, but there was very little that he could do otherwise at meeting. Suba Johan's main economic power stems from its close proximity to Castietya, across the strait, although the President was desperately trying to fix the slump it found itself in, should a war break out again.<br />
<br />
Strauss rolled his right hand's fingers across his rather large belly as the representative spoke. He entertained the latter during these meetings just to prevent a diplomatic incident from erupting, as that would break his attention off the incredibly insurmountable task of full mobilisation and militarisation he had so carefully guided in the last few years. The representative finished speaking, and so the First Minister responded. "Delegate Henn, I apologise for the disdain I have caused towards the Septiman Republic." Sarcasm filled the air. "There is nothing preventing you from departing this meeting and not returning, however, as opposed to years past, I will not bother to even hear the opinion of the Septiman Republic. Centra is a powerful nation, and it has deemed Suba Johan to be an existential threat to the contiuation of its government. As such, we are hereby laying claim to the entirety of the Septiman Republic, and I have sent an ultimatum to Suba Valo today demanding the full annexation of your land, Delegate."]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Floor 63 of the Libera Ŝtato Building<br />
The Imperial Republic of Centra</span><br />
<br />
Smoke filled the dimly lit room. There was no real reason for such an occurrence; ventilation shafts were some of the best on the Septiman Isles, the windows had the possibility of being opened, and the meeting about to take place was officially sanctioned and sponsored by the Imperial President herself, meaning there was no secrecy surrounding the attendees. Nonetheless, the only smoker in the room was also the most powerful, and his word outweighed the desires of the diplomats who were slowly trickling in.<br />
<br />
One of the diplomats, an old one from the Diktatoreco of Venka by the name of Rava Siegel, was not going to be intimidated by the smoker regardless. Venka was a rapidly industrialising Septiman nation, with the best airforce and rockets of all of the seven nations, and no diplomat or government worker worth their weight in dirt would dare question that. With the knowledge that a war, while seemingly inevitable given the high tensions, would very likely be won in the air by her side, Siegel stood up out of her chair and smashed her hand onto the table. "In the name of that most aqueous Sakve, will you please clear the smoke out of this room?? We are not the savages of the Sartorians or the Selenids!"<br />
<br />
A single puff of smoke emerged from the cigar before being blown out by the smoker. He stood, and from underneath the brim of the wide-brim hat the eyes of an angered and evil man emerged and locked onto Siegel. The intensity of their duel of stares was enough to set fire to paper, but barely a soul in the room thought to break the trance until the clock embedded in the table chimed 4 times. The smoker relented and broke off first, calling over one of the room's attendants to clear the smoke and seal the doors to allow the meeting to begin in earnest.<br />
<br />
"I would like to begin this annual meeting of the Sep Nacioj by announcing a change in policy of the Imperial Republic of Centra." He stood up for his part, expecting little resistance to the change in official procedure, but as always there was the representative from Suba Johan, the weakest nation. Nonetheless, there was a certain decorum to maintain, and the pause of the speaker allowed said representative to speak up. He stood up in opposition, commanding the attention of all representatives at an impressive 2 meters tall, not including the boots.<br />
<br />
"First Minister Strauss, on behalf of the Septiman Republic of Suba Johan, I must object to such a violation of the accepted procedure for the annual gathering of Sep Nacioj delegates. The Septiman Republic has never tolerated violations, and should the Imperial Republic find a need to begin this year's meeting on such a terrible start, then we shall not find a need to continue our attendance here in Castietya." The representative was a hardass about protocol, to be sure, but there was very little that he could do otherwise at meeting. Suba Johan's main economic power stems from its close proximity to Castietya, across the strait, although the President was desperately trying to fix the slump it found itself in, should a war break out again.<br />
<br />
Strauss rolled his right hand's fingers across his rather large belly as the representative spoke. He entertained the latter during these meetings just to prevent a diplomatic incident from erupting, as that would break his attention off the incredibly insurmountable task of full mobilisation and militarisation he had so carefully guided in the last few years. The representative finished speaking, and so the First Minister responded. "Delegate Henn, I apologise for the disdain I have caused towards the Septiman Republic." Sarcasm filled the air. "There is nothing preventing you from departing this meeting and not returning, however, as opposed to years past, I will not bother to even hear the opinion of the Septiman Republic. Centra is a powerful nation, and it has deemed Suba Johan to be an existential threat to the contiuation of its government. As such, we are hereby laying claim to the entirety of the Septiman Republic, and I have sent an ultimatum to Suba Valo today demanding the full annexation of your land, Delegate."]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Life in Greater Sartoria]]></title>
			<link>http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=393</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2017 18:18:33 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://selene.online/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=2">Justinian Kalominos</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align">Welcome to [OOC] Life in Greater Sartoria!<br />
<br />
This story happens in a world where Sartoria was almost entirely overrun by the Sacuri by the end of the Third Sacuri War in the 1930s. As a result, a large Sacuri state was formed, with the Principality becoming a smaller and less powerful state, perhaps similar in status to Taiwan.<br />
<br />
I really hope that others can join with their own threads, so that we can develop a sort of Dystopian Artemia roleplay where our countries are different from the canon world.<br />
<br />
If you have any questions or comments about this, or Life in Greater Sartoria, here's the place to ask!</div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align">Welcome to [OOC] Life in Greater Sartoria!<br />
<br />
This story happens in a world where Sartoria was almost entirely overrun by the Sacuri by the end of the Third Sacuri War in the 1930s. As a result, a large Sacuri state was formed, with the Principality becoming a smaller and less powerful state, perhaps similar in status to Taiwan.<br />
<br />
I really hope that others can join with their own threads, so that we can develop a sort of Dystopian Artemia roleplay where our countries are different from the canon world.<br />
<br />
If you have any questions or comments about this, or Life in Greater Sartoria, here's the place to ask!</div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Life in Greater Sartoria]]></title>
			<link>http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=392</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2017 16:09:35 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://selene.online/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=2">Justinian Kalominos</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Centro del Mondo (formerly known as Regù)<br />
Greater Sartoria</span><br />
<br />
Valente Ratti scowled as he checked his watch. She was 5 minutes late. She was always several minutes late. Why? They always did it the same day, at the same time, in the same place, and she knew that. So why was she always late? He had arrived 10 minutes  before, almost ready, and had spent the time since then preparing the room, setting everything up, so that they could begin almost as soon as she arrived. If she decided to grace him with her presence.<br />
<br />
As if she had read his thoughts, Lucrezia entered the room, looking as casual as always, completely aware of the fact that she was late, and that he hated that, but pretending to be oblivious. Without uttering a single word, she approached him, kissed him on his left cheek, and began undressing, placing her clothes on a nearby chair.<br />
<br />
“You are late.”<br />
<br />
“I like call it being early with style.”<br />
<br />
“You can call it whatever you want. I was still waiting for you for 5 minutes.” he said, handing her a set of dark brown robes.<br />
<br />
“You worry too much! We are still doing this, and it’ll be awesome.” she said, putting on the robes, and extending the hood, so all that could be seen of her were her bright eyes shining in the darkness of the room.<br />
<br />
“I see you got everything ready while you waited.”<br />
<br />
“Yes, it’s all here. We just need to get on with it. Are you all set?”<br />
<br />
“Sure. Let’s go then.”<br />
<br />
Valente and Lucrezia, one with black robes, the other with brown ones, approached a long table, extended their hands, palms facing downwards, and began chanting in Mazzialatto, the ancient language. It was mandatory to learn the chants in school, and to understand their meaning, but few people could actually translate Mazzialatto.<br />
<br />
They kept chanting, until Valente gently prodded her on her side, nodding at the knife resting on one end of the table. He kept chanting, but she stopped, grabbing the knife, and performing the necessary rituals. It had to be properly prepared before being used in the ceremony, otherwise it would be a simple kitchen knife, and that would be no good for their purposes. As soon as it was ready, she shivered, and see Valente shiver as well, both feeling infused with the strength and power to carry on. It was their second time doing this on their own, and they were sure that their power, and their connection to the Eyeless, was growing, and would continue to grow.<br />
<br />
Valente increased his chanting, joined again by Lucrezia, as they eyed almost fanatically the person on the table. They commended themselves to the Eyeless. The knife was swiftly lowered onto the person, who softly exhaled, the twinkle of life leaving their eyes, a payment for the eventual restoration of the Eyeless.<br />
<br />
Valente and Lucrezia rejoiced, certain that Sacur, the Eyeless, the Emperor of Sartoria, was pleased with them.</div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Centro del Mondo (formerly known as Regù)<br />
Greater Sartoria</span><br />
<br />
Valente Ratti scowled as he checked his watch. She was 5 minutes late. She was always several minutes late. Why? They always did it the same day, at the same time, in the same place, and she knew that. So why was she always late? He had arrived 10 minutes  before, almost ready, and had spent the time since then preparing the room, setting everything up, so that they could begin almost as soon as she arrived. If she decided to grace him with her presence.<br />
<br />
As if she had read his thoughts, Lucrezia entered the room, looking as casual as always, completely aware of the fact that she was late, and that he hated that, but pretending to be oblivious. Without uttering a single word, she approached him, kissed him on his left cheek, and began undressing, placing her clothes on a nearby chair.<br />
<br />
“You are late.”<br />
<br />
“I like call it being early with style.”<br />
<br />
“You can call it whatever you want. I was still waiting for you for 5 minutes.” he said, handing her a set of dark brown robes.<br />
<br />
“You worry too much! We are still doing this, and it’ll be awesome.” she said, putting on the robes, and extending the hood, so all that could be seen of her were her bright eyes shining in the darkness of the room.<br />
<br />
“I see you got everything ready while you waited.”<br />
<br />
“Yes, it’s all here. We just need to get on with it. Are you all set?”<br />
<br />
“Sure. Let’s go then.”<br />
<br />
Valente and Lucrezia, one with black robes, the other with brown ones, approached a long table, extended their hands, palms facing downwards, and began chanting in Mazzialatto, the ancient language. It was mandatory to learn the chants in school, and to understand their meaning, but few people could actually translate Mazzialatto.<br />
<br />
They kept chanting, until Valente gently prodded her on her side, nodding at the knife resting on one end of the table. He kept chanting, but she stopped, grabbing the knife, and performing the necessary rituals. It had to be properly prepared before being used in the ceremony, otherwise it would be a simple kitchen knife, and that would be no good for their purposes. As soon as it was ready, she shivered, and see Valente shiver as well, both feeling infused with the strength and power to carry on. It was their second time doing this on their own, and they were sure that their power, and their connection to the Eyeless, was growing, and would continue to grow.<br />
<br />
Valente increased his chanting, joined again by Lucrezia, as they eyed almost fanatically the person on the table. They commended themselves to the Eyeless. The knife was swiftly lowered onto the person, who softly exhaled, the twinkle of life leaving their eyes, a payment for the eventual restoration of the Eyeless.<br />
<br />
Valente and Lucrezia rejoiced, certain that Sacur, the Eyeless, the Emperor of Sartoria, was pleased with them.</div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Family Secret]]></title>
			<link>http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=391</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2017 20:54:52 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://selene.online/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=172">OldSchoolGangster</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">„Yeah, I gotta see!“</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">„Alright, if you say so . . . “ Both men dressed for the hot winter nights walked through the well-lit streets of Lusesurbe where every glance revealed a group of drunken youngsters and a pub that played the newest hit.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“But don’t make a huge fudge, alright?” The further they walked down the street the darker the lights went until they were either turned off completely or broken with glass shards lying around them.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The shorter of the two brothers went stiff as he questioned if it was a good idea. He didn’t have a long time to think until they found themselves in a room. The larger of the two turned around only to see the same wooden wall and flooring with two windows looking out into indefinable dark shapes.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">While the young brother steadily seemed less excited the older sibling quickly strolled to the windows and slid them open only to be grabbed and pulled out. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“B-brother?” </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">No answer.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The little brother fidgeted in his place unsure of what to do until he heard a knock behind him. He slowly turned around and saw a door that wasn’t there before. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">He walked over to it and opened it slowly until a hand shot out from behind the door and grabbed his wrist, quickly yanking him outside.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">There stood his brother a tad bit annoyed at his frightened brother. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Wordlessly he let go of his brother’s wrist and strolled down the endless darkness with his brother falling behind. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The shapes that inhabited the window before were now all around. It almost felt to the both of them like they were being watched but one of them knew better.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Pure aesthetics.” The older brother muttered. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The air around them began filling with music that came from all around them and the shapes soon became clearer and clearer as if one would slowly put on his glasses until they all found themselves in the middle of a dance club, sticking out unnaturally around those modernly dressed people. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">They were already receiving weird glances until peculiar well-armed security surrounded them and walked them to a “Personnel Only”-Door.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">As they were pushed through they landed onto a pile of woven flour bags which covered them in white powder.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The irritated, little brother wanted to stand up but was halted by his older brother.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">  </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“We’re here.”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The brother looked forward to see himself in front of an oversized desk in the middle of a storage hall. Behind the desk was an abnormally huge creature that seemed to be made off various sorts of weeds and larger plants and other parts made out of pure flesh-like earth that didn’t seem to fall apart when faced with huge tremors from the center of the creature.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Wordlessly it put a finger on its desk and pushed forward a pile of sacks that fell down fairly quickly and made a metallic sound that echoed through the entire hall when they hit the floor.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The older brother was quick to stand up and slid down the pile they were on followed by his brother which stared in awe at the giant. From close up he could see a tie the size of numerous carpets, which they probably were before, hanging from the upper part of the creatures torso. It didn’t have a neck and he couldn’t make out to what the tie was attached to. He couldn’t stare for much longer as he suddenly found himself in free fall with the upper world quickly disappearing as it dimmed into a dot and then to nothing.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">He didn’t know when he started to scream but he had found himself in the drains infront of his house with his brother starring down at him disapprovingly when he stopped.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Go grab one. I can’t carry them both.”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The little brother, a bit dumbfounded, quickly stood up and went to pick up two of the bags. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Their housing was on the top floor so it was a long way up the stairs.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Lamíchov?”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Yes, brother?”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Are you really sure you can’t use magic?”</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The older brother mused; “Humans can’t use magic, Kotlyet. You know that. Those are simply cracks in reality that I just know where to find when they appear.”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“But how do you find them?” </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The bigger brother unloaded the bag onto the ground, with the mouth of the sack opening revealing sickeningly green powder.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The brother smiled tiredly while reaching for the keys of their home.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“That’s family secret, brother.”</span></div>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">„Yeah, I gotta see!“</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">„Alright, if you say so . . . “ Both men dressed for the hot winter nights walked through the well-lit streets of Lusesurbe where every glance revealed a group of drunken youngsters and a pub that played the newest hit.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“But don’t make a huge fudge, alright?” The further they walked down the street the darker the lights went until they were either turned off completely or broken with glass shards lying around them.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The shorter of the two brothers went stiff as he questioned if it was a good idea. He didn’t have a long time to think until they found themselves in a room. The larger of the two turned around only to see the same wooden wall and flooring with two windows looking out into indefinable dark shapes.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">While the young brother steadily seemed less excited the older sibling quickly strolled to the windows and slid them open only to be grabbed and pulled out. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“B-brother?” </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">No answer.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The little brother fidgeted in his place unsure of what to do until he heard a knock behind him. He slowly turned around and saw a door that wasn’t there before. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">He walked over to it and opened it slowly until a hand shot out from behind the door and grabbed his wrist, quickly yanking him outside.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">There stood his brother a tad bit annoyed at his frightened brother. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Wordlessly he let go of his brother’s wrist and strolled down the endless darkness with his brother falling behind. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The shapes that inhabited the window before were now all around. It almost felt to the both of them like they were being watched but one of them knew better.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Pure aesthetics.” The older brother muttered. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The air around them began filling with music that came from all around them and the shapes soon became clearer and clearer as if one would slowly put on his glasses until they all found themselves in the middle of a dance club, sticking out unnaturally around those modernly dressed people. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">They were already receiving weird glances until peculiar well-armed security surrounded them and walked them to a “Personnel Only”-Door.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">As they were pushed through they landed onto a pile of woven flour bags which covered them in white powder.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The irritated, little brother wanted to stand up but was halted by his older brother.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">  </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“We’re here.”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The brother looked forward to see himself in front of an oversized desk in the middle of a storage hall. Behind the desk was an abnormally huge creature that seemed to be made off various sorts of weeds and larger plants and other parts made out of pure flesh-like earth that didn’t seem to fall apart when faced with huge tremors from the center of the creature.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Wordlessly it put a finger on its desk and pushed forward a pile of sacks that fell down fairly quickly and made a metallic sound that echoed through the entire hall when they hit the floor.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The older brother was quick to stand up and slid down the pile they were on followed by his brother which stared in awe at the giant. From close up he could see a tie the size of numerous carpets, which they probably were before, hanging from the upper part of the creatures torso. It didn’t have a neck and he couldn’t make out to what the tie was attached to. He couldn’t stare for much longer as he suddenly found himself in free fall with the upper world quickly disappearing as it dimmed into a dot and then to nothing.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">He didn’t know when he started to scream but he had found himself in the drains infront of his house with his brother starring down at him disapprovingly when he stopped.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Go grab one. I can’t carry them both.”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The little brother, a bit dumbfounded, quickly stood up and went to pick up two of the bags. </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Their housing was on the top floor so it was a long way up the stairs.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Lamíchov?”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Yes, brother?”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“Are you really sure you can’t use magic?”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The older brother mused; “Humans can’t use magic, Kotlyet. You know that. Those are simply cracks in reality that I just know where to find when they appear.”</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“But how do you find them?” </span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The bigger brother unloaded the bag onto the ground, with the mouth of the sack opening revealing sickeningly green powder.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">The brother smiled tiredly while reaching for the keys of their home.</span></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">“That’s family secret, brother.”</span></div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Age of Myths]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2017 00:51:34 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://selene.online/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=172">OldSchoolGangster</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The world of Artemia is an old one with many legends already hushed about by figures that cover around small fires while beings lurk in the dark beyond them that should be left alone. </span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Already there are new nations that will soon decide the fate of future civilizations. people and beliefs and how they will see the world and how they will look back to these days.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Already there are individuals that seek out their luck in this unexplored, undocumented world where nothing is for certain and everything is unfathomably dangerous alone.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">Welcome to the Age of Myths</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align">Where the gods themselves still roam the world with creatures that will soon go down as nothing more than fantasy. So will your story if it even goes down in history but will this really be your goal? </div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align">Fame and historical immortality, riches or wisdom every single one of these you can receive with the right dedication and skills if you have them. </div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">How will this go down?</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align">That's very simple, it will all be very episodic with the Plotmaster being someone else from Myth to myth by going down the names of the players, alphabetically. The Plotmaster makes up a rough plot with the characters provided (Which can be reused) and then controls NPCs, monsters, events, and rough descriptions of the environment. Yes, everything will be pretty much at the mercy of this Plotmaster as the only rule for him is not to actively kill everyone or be too absurd but as he won't be forever Plotmaster he will have to overthink to abuse that power.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">The Rules</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">1. Be respectful to other RPers. You can treat them like you want in RP but don't hold any grudges outside of it.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">2. No Metagaming. You can't know what happened in situations you weren't there or by reading something someone else posted. You only know what your character saw.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">3. No Mary-Sue. If you are perfect, you are at the wrong place.¨</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">4. No god modding. You are not a magician, you are a normal human, I think.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">4. What the Plotmaster says stands.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">6. If something misses in the rules, contact me.</span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">Character Creation:</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">(Just post it here this time)</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Bad Traits:</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Equipment (Keep that updated):</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Special Traits/Powers (Have good reasons why):</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">(Humans can't wield magic)</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The world of Artemia is an old one with many legends already hushed about by figures that cover around small fires while beings lurk in the dark beyond them that should be left alone. </span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Already there are new nations that will soon decide the fate of future civilizations. people and beliefs and how they will see the world and how they will look back to these days.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: justify;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Already there are individuals that seek out their luck in this unexplored, undocumented world where nothing is for certain and everything is unfathomably dangerous alone.</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">Welcome to the Age of Myths</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align">Where the gods themselves still roam the world with creatures that will soon go down as nothing more than fantasy. So will your story if it even goes down in history but will this really be your goal? </div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align">Fame and historical immortality, riches or wisdom every single one of these you can receive with the right dedication and skills if you have them. </div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">How will this go down?</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align">That's very simple, it will all be very episodic with the Plotmaster being someone else from Myth to myth by going down the names of the players, alphabetically. The Plotmaster makes up a rough plot with the characters provided (Which can be reused) and then controls NPCs, monsters, events, and rough descriptions of the environment. Yes, everything will be pretty much at the mercy of this Plotmaster as the only rule for him is not to actively kill everyone or be too absurd but as he won't be forever Plotmaster he will have to overthink to abuse that power.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;" class="mycode_align"><div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">The Rules</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">1. Be respectful to other RPers. You can treat them like you want in RP but don't hold any grudges outside of it.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">2. No Metagaming. You can't know what happened in situations you weren't there or by reading something someone else posted. You only know what your character saw.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">3. No Mary-Sue. If you are perfect, you are at the wrong place.¨</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">4. No god modding. You are not a magician, you are a normal human, I think.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">4. What the Plotmaster says stands.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">6. If something misses in the rules, contact me.</span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">Character Creation:</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align">(Just post it here this time)</div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Origin Town:</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Background:</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Fears: </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Likes:</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Personal View of Self: </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Good traits:</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Bad Traits:</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Date of Birth: </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Equipment (Keep that updated):</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Special Traits/Powers (Have good reasons why):</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">(Humans can't wield magic)</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Additional Notes:</span></span></span></span></span></div>]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Oddities of a Strange World; First Mission]]></title>
			<link>http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=355</link>
			<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2017 22:31:21 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://selene.online/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=172">OldSchoolGangster</a>]]></dc:creator>
			<guid isPermaLink="false">http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=355</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #9933ff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: large;" class="mycode_size">The world that we know today has long been considered normal and sane. You are there to keep it that way.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #9933ff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: large;" class="mycode_size"> </span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="color: #9933ff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: large;" class="mycode_size">Now go out there and fight for Nostrasia.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The Rules;</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">1. Be respectful to other RPers. You can treat them like you want in RP but don't hold any grudges outside of it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">2. No Metagaming. You can't know what happened in situations you weren't there or by reading something someone else posted. You only know what your character saw.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">3. No Mary-Sue. If you are perfect, you are at the wrong place.¨</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">4. No god modding. You are not a magician, you are a normal human.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">4. What I say stands.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">5. Your character is not a hero or the protagonist. If he does something stupid, he's dead.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">6. If something misses in the rules, contact me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The Setting;</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">You are a Deputy of the Secret </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Purple Cat Society </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">of Nostrasia</span> <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">bend on keeping everything odd away from the public eye, possibly neutralize it and foremost to keep it in the country if not ordered otherwise.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">That’s everything you need to know and what you have to know as you are paid regardless if you snoop anywhere past your classification is that enough case for elimination.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">I will decide who will become Commissioner and I will be the DM. I describe the setting, I describe the enemies and I describe the consequenzes of actions. This will still be a free-form RP.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The Mission;</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">You and your team are dispatched to the town of Gopacill, near the border of Krauxchenburg to bring down a cult. The reason and the activity of the cult is restricted to the Commissioner, the leader of the group, it is up to him what information should be revealed to the team, where the team is supposed to be and what it is supposed to do.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Every agent has to keep secrecy and can therefore not call any law enforcement but they can call in a professional team of military personnel if things go awry.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Any occult or paranormal item will be brought back into PCS custody.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Equipment:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">NA-1 Small Arm Pistol (4 Magazines, 10 rounds each .32 ACP)</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Handcuffs</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Expendable Steel Baton</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Stags Prayers</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Intercom Radio</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Cyanide Pill</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Secret Service ID</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Voice Recorder</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Camera (Modified for usage in the dark)</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Pen and Paper</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Flashlight</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"> </span></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Application (Send it directly to me per messaging):</span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Name: </span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Nickname  (Optional):</span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Height: </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Weight: </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Gender: </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Age: </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Appearance (Description or Picture, keep it classy and 20s):</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Favorites Color: </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Favorite Food: </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Origin Town</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Biography (short):</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"> </span></span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Biography (Long, Optional):</span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Religion: </span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Family:</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Fears: </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Likes:</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Personal View of Self: </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size">Good traits:</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Bad Traits:</span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Date of Birth: </span></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="mycode_size">Special Traits (Have good reasons why):</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #9933ff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: large;" class="mycode_size">The world that we know today has long been considered normal and sane. You are there to keep it that way.</span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="color: #9933ff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="font-size: large;" class="mycode_size"> </span></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;" class="mycode_align"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b"><span style="color: #9933ff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-size: large;" class="mycode_size">Now go out there and fight for Nostrasia.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The Rules;</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">1. Be respectful to other RPers. You can treat them like you want in RP but don't hold any grudges outside of it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">2. No Metagaming. You can't know what happened in situations you weren't there or by reading something someone else posted. You only know what your character saw.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">3. No Mary-Sue. If you are perfect, you are at the wrong place.¨</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">4. No god modding. You are not a magician, you are a normal human.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">4. What I say stands.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">5. Your character is not a hero or the protagonist. If he does something stupid, he's dead.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">6. If something misses in the rules, contact me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The Setting;</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">You are a Deputy of the Secret </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="mycode_b">Purple Cat Society </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">of Nostrasia</span> <span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">bend on keeping everything odd away from the public eye, possibly neutralize it and foremost to keep it in the country if not ordered otherwise.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">That’s everything you need to know and what you have to know as you are paid regardless if you snoop anywhere past your classification is that enough case for elimination.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">I will decide who will become Commissioner and I will be the DM. I describe the setting, I describe the enemies and I describe the consequenzes of actions. This will still be a free-form RP.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">The Mission;</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">You and your team are dispatched to the town of Gopacill, near the border of Krauxchenburg to bring down a cult. The reason and the activity of the cult is restricted to the Commissioner, the leader of the group, it is up to him what information should be revealed to the team, where the team is supposed to be and what it is supposed to do.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Every agent has to keep secrecy and can therefore not call any law enforcement but they can call in a professional team of military personnel if things go awry.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Any occult or paranormal item will be brought back into PCS custody.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="mycode_i">Equipment:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">NA-1 Small Arm Pistol (4 Magazines, 10 rounds each .32 ACP)</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Handcuffs</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Expendable Steel Baton</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Cyanide Pill</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Voice Recorder</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Camera (Modified for usage in the dark)</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Pen and Paper</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ffffff;" class="mycode_color">-<span style="font-size: x-small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="mycode_font">         </span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="mycode_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;" class="mycode_font">Flashlight</span></span></span><br />
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			<title><![CDATA[Star Wars: A New Enemy]]></title>
			<link>http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=334</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2017 21:27:13 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://selene.online/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=159">Fydoria</a>]]></dc:creator>
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			<description><![CDATA[Just two years after the fall of the Galactic Empire, The New Republic is faced with a new enemy. Darth Malum, the replacement for Starkiller after he became a Jedi, had finally broken off from Vader, and had created his own intergalactic order, The Horde of Sithis. just two weeks before the rebels assaulted and destroyed the second Death Star, Malum betrayed Vader, taking troops, and a good portion of the Imperial Fleet. As there were less defenses on the Death Star, it was destroyed, and the Galactic Empire came to a end. But just two years later, a new enemy had arisen. What Malum had stolen from the Empire, had become an army, a Horde. <br />
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       Now, The Horde of Sithis is under the control of Darth Malum. The Horde controls the planet of Correlia, and it's influence grows as the days go on. Malum is aboard the largest and most heavily armed Star Destroyer in the Horde's fleet, the Deceit. Malum plots to take over and invade Tattooine. The Horde Fleet, Carrying Swarm Troopers, War Droids, and FA Fighters, is now on its way to Tattooine. It is up to the Rebel Alliance and whatever is left of the Jedi Order, to face this new evil, this new enemy.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Just two years after the fall of the Galactic Empire, The New Republic is faced with a new enemy. Darth Malum, the replacement for Starkiller after he became a Jedi, had finally broken off from Vader, and had created his own intergalactic order, The Horde of Sithis. just two weeks before the rebels assaulted and destroyed the second Death Star, Malum betrayed Vader, taking troops, and a good portion of the Imperial Fleet. As there were less defenses on the Death Star, it was destroyed, and the Galactic Empire came to a end. But just two years later, a new enemy had arisen. What Malum had stolen from the Empire, had become an army, a Horde. <br />
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       Now, The Horde of Sithis is under the control of Darth Malum. The Horde controls the planet of Correlia, and it's influence grows as the days go on. Malum is aboard the largest and most heavily armed Star Destroyer in the Horde's fleet, the Deceit. Malum plots to take over and invade Tattooine. The Horde Fleet, Carrying Swarm Troopers, War Droids, and FA Fighters, is now on its way to Tattooine. It is up to the Rebel Alliance and whatever is left of the Jedi Order, to face this new evil, this new enemy.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title><![CDATA[Star Wars: A New Enemy]]></title>
			<link>http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=333</link>
			<pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2017 14:39:03 +0000</pubDate>
			<dc:creator><![CDATA[<a href="http://selene.online/forum/member.php?action=profile&uid=159">Fydoria</a>]]></dc:creator>
			<guid isPermaLink="false">http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=333</guid>
			<description><![CDATA[Before I explain, I give George Lucas credit for creating Star Wars and I don't want anyone to think I'm claiming it as my own. Here is here you may ask questions about the rp I will be making later tonight.Please know that this is NON CANON. It has no effect on Artemia or any of our nation's. This is in the Star Wars Universe. I'm not explaining the backstory here, as I will discuss that   in the IC. However, if you have questions about the backstory that I am providing, I will gladly accept and answer those questions. Thank you.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[Before I explain, I give George Lucas credit for creating Star Wars and I don't want anyone to think I'm claiming it as my own. Here is here you may ask questions about the rp I will be making later tonight.Please know that this is NON CANON. It has no effect on Artemia or any of our nation's. This is in the Star Wars Universe. I'm not explaining the backstory here, as I will discuss that   in the IC. However, if you have questions about the backstory that I am providing, I will gladly accept and answer those questions. Thank you.]]></content:encoded>
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