http://selene.online/forum/ Fri, 17 Apr 2026 09:07:21 +0000 MyBB http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=173 Fri, 28 Oct 2016 19:56:34 +0000 Justinian Kalominos]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=173 http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=172 Fri, 28 Oct 2016 19:55:52 +0000 Justinian Kalominos]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=172 Palaz dla Rosé
Suderia

It was an imposing view, but that was not a good thing. Carlo stood still as the soldiers placed what could only be described as barricades on the outer ring of the Palaz dla Rosé, keeping the them in and the general public out. Things were still relatively calm in Suderia, but that was bound to change soon, not least because of how large a city it was and how trade was at the heart of its economic success. A city so interconnected, so full of people from different places and different walks of life was bound to be a melting pot for different things, in this case a disease so lethal that it had within a few days brought down an entire country on the other side of the world, and it threatened to do the same with his country. Hence the barrides, a weak barrier designed to instill in people the confidence that their government was still standing, able to solve the coming onslaught.

He knew better. He knew exactly what was going on, and how there was no way to escape, for most of the people out there. They would die, and then they would rise, an empty shell of their old selves, with the sole innate goal of eating others and turning them to the same condition. How could he believe such a thing? He had refused at first. He had been so stubborn in refusing to believe, and why not? It was such a ridiculous propositon, that the dead would rise and turn the living, that they were fighting a war for which nobody was prepared, against a threat that nobody had ever faced. Yet that Admiral had come a week ago, followed by an armoured lorry, and there he had seen the threat with his own eyes, and there he believed, and there he experienced the panic and the horror of knowing just how doomed they truly were, not only as a realm, not only as a nation, but as a race, as a human race. They were doomed, and these barricades, these so-called protections, they would be useless once the dead outnumbered the living.

"Minister." A Lieutenant Colonel approached him, walking up the steps to the entrance of the Palaz. "The barricades are ready. They should offer some protection from civilians, but you know how the situation will be once the nature of the threat changes."

Carlo nodded. "Yes Colonel, I know exactly how things will be once it becomes obvious we have lost control." He turned, heading to the inside of the Palaz, an waited for the Colonel to walk with him. "Will you be staying with us, Colonel?"

"Sì Minister. I have been assigned to command the detachment in charge of protecting His Grace and the Palaz." He paused for a second, then continued. "No matter the consequences."

Carlo and the Colonel crossed the main hall of the Palaz. The Colonel, always focused on his job, looked right ahead, except when he turned to address the Minister. Carlo, above all a civilian, felt increasingly nervous but, oddly enough, or perhaps quite logically, nostalgic. He looked sideways, trying to admire, to retain in his memory all the artwork, all the paintings, the sculptures and even the patterns on the floor and the chandeliers on the ceiling. He had sudden realisation of just how ephemeral it all was, how fragile the columns that kept society standing. He stopped walking when he reached the painting of Duke Ezzio IV. A simple man, Ezzio had been the Duke of Suderia when it joined Sartoria, and was a leading figure in the effort to balance industrialisation, which he considered fundamental to the progress of society, and nature and traditions, which he considered fundamental to the humanisation of society. Ezzio had been a good man, a wise man. The Palaz dla Rosé had been named precisely because of the rose garden planted by his father, which he had personally tended to while in the throne. Incidentally, the Ezzio Verzon was still blooming outside the Palaz, and the current Duke still tended to it once a week, a tradition that had remained unbroken since the times of Ezzio. What would happen to it now?

"Have you received any news from the north, Colonel?"

The Colonel, an uncomfortable look in his face, took a few seconds before answering, and even then his voice betrayed his usually calm demeanor. "Minister, I am not sure..."

"Please Colonel. I need to know."

"Very well." The Colonel sighed. "Porto Selenio and Porto Verale are close to collapsing. The informal safe zones are still standing, but for all intents and purposes, the people living within them are mostly certainly infected, or will soon be. The checkpoints were never that effective to begin with, and they did not fully surround their zones, so there are large unguarded areas through which the alzati could enter. Our best case scenario is that order will be maintained for the next 24 hours, but after that the military has orders to withdraw."

An somber silence, broken only by the sounds of soldiers closeby finsihin working on the barricades.

"Messelia is heavily guarded, and there the military has deployed teams to counter the threat in the less...affluent areas. They have had some success, but there was, well, an incident near the Square. It was contained, and there has been no press on it, but then they realised that the infection was already spread beyond the areas where the teams were operating. I have been told that most cities in the east coast will go dark within the next few hours, once the military starts retreating."

"Have you briefed the Duke on this?"

"His Grace received a more thorough briefing directly from the Royal Strategic Command. He knows more about the situation and either of us." He dropped his voice. "I have no doubt that there will be an evacuation soon. The Duke is bound to have a secure location he can go to."

"What about us? What about the people outside?"

The Colonel gave him a sad look. "Can a body survive without a leg?"]]> Palaz dla Rosé
Suderia

It was an imposing view, but that was not a good thing. Carlo stood still as the soldiers placed what could only be described as barricades on the outer ring of the Palaz dla Rosé, keeping the them in and the general public out. Things were still relatively calm in Suderia, but that was bound to change soon, not least because of how large a city it was and how trade was at the heart of its economic success. A city so interconnected, so full of people from different places and different walks of life was bound to be a melting pot for different things, in this case a disease so lethal that it had within a few days brought down an entire country on the other side of the world, and it threatened to do the same with his country. Hence the barrides, a weak barrier designed to instill in people the confidence that their government was still standing, able to solve the coming onslaught.

He knew better. He knew exactly what was going on, and how there was no way to escape, for most of the people out there. They would die, and then they would rise, an empty shell of their old selves, with the sole innate goal of eating others and turning them to the same condition. How could he believe such a thing? He had refused at first. He had been so stubborn in refusing to believe, and why not? It was such a ridiculous propositon, that the dead would rise and turn the living, that they were fighting a war for which nobody was prepared, against a threat that nobody had ever faced. Yet that Admiral had come a week ago, followed by an armoured lorry, and there he had seen the threat with his own eyes, and there he believed, and there he experienced the panic and the horror of knowing just how doomed they truly were, not only as a realm, not only as a nation, but as a race, as a human race. They were doomed, and these barricades, these so-called protections, they would be useless once the dead outnumbered the living.

"Minister." A Lieutenant Colonel approached him, walking up the steps to the entrance of the Palaz. "The barricades are ready. They should offer some protection from civilians, but you know how the situation will be once the nature of the threat changes."

Carlo nodded. "Yes Colonel, I know exactly how things will be once it becomes obvious we have lost control." He turned, heading to the inside of the Palaz, an waited for the Colonel to walk with him. "Will you be staying with us, Colonel?"

"Sì Minister. I have been assigned to command the detachment in charge of protecting His Grace and the Palaz." He paused for a second, then continued. "No matter the consequences."

Carlo and the Colonel crossed the main hall of the Palaz. The Colonel, always focused on his job, looked right ahead, except when he turned to address the Minister. Carlo, above all a civilian, felt increasingly nervous but, oddly enough, or perhaps quite logically, nostalgic. He looked sideways, trying to admire, to retain in his memory all the artwork, all the paintings, the sculptures and even the patterns on the floor and the chandeliers on the ceiling. He had sudden realisation of just how ephemeral it all was, how fragile the columns that kept society standing. He stopped walking when he reached the painting of Duke Ezzio IV. A simple man, Ezzio had been the Duke of Suderia when it joined Sartoria, and was a leading figure in the effort to balance industrialisation, which he considered fundamental to the progress of society, and nature and traditions, which he considered fundamental to the humanisation of society. Ezzio had been a good man, a wise man. The Palaz dla Rosé had been named precisely because of the rose garden planted by his father, which he had personally tended to while in the throne. Incidentally, the Ezzio Verzon was still blooming outside the Palaz, and the current Duke still tended to it once a week, a tradition that had remained unbroken since the times of Ezzio. What would happen to it now?

"Have you received any news from the north, Colonel?"

The Colonel, an uncomfortable look in his face, took a few seconds before answering, and even then his voice betrayed his usually calm demeanor. "Minister, I am not sure..."

"Please Colonel. I need to know."

"Very well." The Colonel sighed. "Porto Selenio and Porto Verale are close to collapsing. The informal safe zones are still standing, but for all intents and purposes, the people living within them are mostly certainly infected, or will soon be. The checkpoints were never that effective to begin with, and they did not fully surround their zones, so there are large unguarded areas through which the alzati could enter. Our best case scenario is that order will be maintained for the next 24 hours, but after that the military has orders to withdraw."

An somber silence, broken only by the sounds of soldiers closeby finsihin working on the barricades.

"Messelia is heavily guarded, and there the military has deployed teams to counter the threat in the less...affluent areas. They have had some success, but there was, well, an incident near the Square. It was contained, and there has been no press on it, but then they realised that the infection was already spread beyond the areas where the teams were operating. I have been told that most cities in the east coast will go dark within the next few hours, once the military starts retreating."

"Have you briefed the Duke on this?"

"His Grace received a more thorough briefing directly from the Royal Strategic Command. He knows more about the situation and either of us." He dropped his voice. "I have no doubt that there will be an evacuation soon. The Duke is bound to have a secure location he can go to."

"What about us? What about the people outside?"

The Colonel gave him a sad look. "Can a body survive without a leg?"]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=171 Fri, 28 Oct 2016 04:45:17 +0000 Righteous Powers]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=171 http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=170 Fri, 28 Oct 2016 04:32:41 +0000 Tek]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=170
As reports of this mysterious virus intensified, so did news from the VCC. Its contacts with world leaders became an almost daily occurrence. And now some claimed he had sent classified reports to the world's political elite, briefing them on a set of supposed "Directives". Cultural icons and biological samples worldwide apparently disappeared into VCC facilities with no warning, the world's top scientists suddenly transferred to its employment. All while suppressing even the existence of the VCC to the world.

Now Tek stood in the halls of Selene, face to face with Emperor Justinian himself. Tek's personal armed bodyguards stood read by his side.

"Emperor Justinian. Crown Prince Constantine. We face a catastrophe of unprecedented proportions, and we must respond accordingly. The dead are rising and infecting the living with their plague. Thus far you have heeded my advice to control its spread, and for that I am grateful. But the ordinary measures allowed by ordinary situations are not sufficient for this extraordinary situation. We need a leadership will to take whatever measures are necessary to fight this virus, one willing to do so no matter how extreme or how many lives - if you can call them that - may be lost. It has become clear to me that such needs cannot be met under the normal government of Selene. The VCC needs unlimited executive authority to implement the measures I have proposed. No politics or bureaucratic red tape, only unquestioned authority to act by any means necessary. You've seen my reports, you've had your scientists confirm my conclusions. I merely ask that you give me what I need to let us survive."]]>
As reports of this mysterious virus intensified, so did news from the VCC. Its contacts with world leaders became an almost daily occurrence. And now some claimed he had sent classified reports to the world's political elite, briefing them on a set of supposed "Directives". Cultural icons and biological samples worldwide apparently disappeared into VCC facilities with no warning, the world's top scientists suddenly transferred to its employment. All while suppressing even the existence of the VCC to the world.

Now Tek stood in the halls of Selene, face to face with Emperor Justinian himself. Tek's personal armed bodyguards stood read by his side.

"Emperor Justinian. Crown Prince Constantine. We face a catastrophe of unprecedented proportions, and we must respond accordingly. The dead are rising and infecting the living with their plague. Thus far you have heeded my advice to control its spread, and for that I am grateful. But the ordinary measures allowed by ordinary situations are not sufficient for this extraordinary situation. We need a leadership will to take whatever measures are necessary to fight this virus, one willing to do so no matter how extreme or how many lives - if you can call them that - may be lost. It has become clear to me that such needs cannot be met under the normal government of Selene. The VCC needs unlimited executive authority to implement the measures I have proposed. No politics or bureaucratic red tape, only unquestioned authority to act by any means necessary. You've seen my reports, you've had your scientists confirm my conclusions. I merely ask that you give me what I need to let us survive."]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=169 Fri, 28 Oct 2016 04:22:28 +0000 Enbayft]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=169 OOC: Feel free to post reactions, comments, etc.
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October 28th, 2016
Polin, Eraphalia

Site Alpha

It was a rather cool day in Eraphalia, the winds timid and the temperature comfortable enough to not warrant thick clothing. Despite the events that transpired two days ago, life continued onwards the best it could. The children and teenagers relished their sudden luxury times, unconcerned with the events of the wide-world. As the youth relaxed and played with little to no concern, the adults murmured amongst themselves anxiously. Traffic was totally nonexistent as the city relayed new sudden lays banning private transportation. Some people snorted at that and attempted to drive, some even daring to attempt to drive out of the city, but each effort was halted. There were rumors that people were shot in the attempt of breaking the law. It's an unusual thing, very unusual enough to halt anyone with a rebellious heart.

There were many rumors abound, but not many gained traction. There were debates arguing what was exactly going on. Soon enough from the mix of confusion came out several theories. One of them... was the theory about zombies. At first, this was seen as a joke, but it gained traction. What else could there be? A infectious disease? As the debates raged on and the fear compounding on itself, some citizens started to gather and plot amongst themselves. One could only guess what they were doing.

In some areas, there were activity from the military. Those activities deviated from the normal containment procedures that the Eraphalian Army seemed to be taking. Large numbers of soldiers were deployed into neighborhoods, obscure areas, and even a couple of the hospitals. Their actions conveyed urgency as they stormed into areas with guns primed to fire. Anyone that protested against intrusions in their homes, into neighborhoods, into medical sites, were arrested on site. It became clearer and clearer that the military were taking more drastic actions as the days dragged on. 

One area, known simply as Site Alpha, was especially contained by the military and the police force. Above in the skies hovered helicopters scanning the area. On top of the rooftops of apartment buildings were infantry lined up, scanning the ground below for any sign of what they were doing. From periods of time, large streams of soldiers would enter into the site, each carrying equipment deviating from the norm. All-covering suits, gas masks, and extra ammunition. It was like there was a war zone being carried out at the site. 

The responses to this were the rumors of rebellion and the strengthening of ridiculous arguments. Logic seemed to start to shake as people grew more and more anxious. Their fears threatening to overwelm them, to take control of their thinking. They had to know what was going on. And, despite the comforting words from the government, so they gathered around Site Alpha. Citizens with curiosity clouding their minds. They had to know what was happening. The increasing urgent responses from the military only urged them forward. As they approached the borders of Site Alpha, they noted the stench of death and the sounds of gunshots. As they approached Site Alpha, a line of riot officers formed in front of the gathering crowd. 

As the military officials received word of the events that were transpiring, as the citizens started to take proactive steps, as the situation in Site Alpha started to expand beyond what was manageable, it started.]]> OOC: Feel free to post reactions, comments, etc.
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October 28th, 2016
Polin, Eraphalia

Site Alpha

It was a rather cool day in Eraphalia, the winds timid and the temperature comfortable enough to not warrant thick clothing. Despite the events that transpired two days ago, life continued onwards the best it could. The children and teenagers relished their sudden luxury times, unconcerned with the events of the wide-world. As the youth relaxed and played with little to no concern, the adults murmured amongst themselves anxiously. Traffic was totally nonexistent as the city relayed new sudden lays banning private transportation. Some people snorted at that and attempted to drive, some even daring to attempt to drive out of the city, but each effort was halted. There were rumors that people were shot in the attempt of breaking the law. It's an unusual thing, very unusual enough to halt anyone with a rebellious heart.

There were many rumors abound, but not many gained traction. There were debates arguing what was exactly going on. Soon enough from the mix of confusion came out several theories. One of them... was the theory about zombies. At first, this was seen as a joke, but it gained traction. What else could there be? A infectious disease? As the debates raged on and the fear compounding on itself, some citizens started to gather and plot amongst themselves. One could only guess what they were doing.

In some areas, there were activity from the military. Those activities deviated from the normal containment procedures that the Eraphalian Army seemed to be taking. Large numbers of soldiers were deployed into neighborhoods, obscure areas, and even a couple of the hospitals. Their actions conveyed urgency as they stormed into areas with guns primed to fire. Anyone that protested against intrusions in their homes, into neighborhoods, into medical sites, were arrested on site. It became clearer and clearer that the military were taking more drastic actions as the days dragged on. 

One area, known simply as Site Alpha, was especially contained by the military and the police force. Above in the skies hovered helicopters scanning the area. On top of the rooftops of apartment buildings were infantry lined up, scanning the ground below for any sign of what they were doing. From periods of time, large streams of soldiers would enter into the site, each carrying equipment deviating from the norm. All-covering suits, gas masks, and extra ammunition. It was like there was a war zone being carried out at the site. 

The responses to this were the rumors of rebellion and the strengthening of ridiculous arguments. Logic seemed to start to shake as people grew more and more anxious. Their fears threatening to overwelm them, to take control of their thinking. They had to know what was going on. And, despite the comforting words from the government, so they gathered around Site Alpha. Citizens with curiosity clouding their minds. They had to know what was happening. The increasing urgent responses from the military only urged them forward. As they approached the borders of Site Alpha, they noted the stench of death and the sounds of gunshots. As they approached Site Alpha, a line of riot officers formed in front of the gathering crowd. 

As the military officials received word of the events that were transpiring, as the citizens started to take proactive steps, as the situation in Site Alpha started to expand beyond what was manageable, it started.]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=168 Thu, 27 Oct 2016 20:25:18 +0000 Kitty Cat Paradise]]> http://selene.online/forum/showthread.php?tid=168