[center][size=4][font=constantia]Welcome, to A Moment in Time!
In this roleplay, time periods and culture mix to form specific geographical areas called "Domains." Every Domain has a corresponding number that disregards the official name when discussing on Interdomainial terms. For example, [i]Domain 53[/i] (or [i]D53[/i]), where 1800s Industrial England is located, would address the Northern European "Viking" area as [i]Domain 5[/i] (or [i]D5[/i]). Below is a map with the different Domains and a key with the commensurate place/time, or "Moment."
MAP (please open image in new tab, then open link in new tab, for larger size and much better detail):[/font][/size]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/PDPR10D.png[/img]
[size=4][font=constantia]KEY (more numbers, Domains, and Moments to be added later, on the map as well):
Domain 1 -
Domain 3 -
Domain 5 - Northern European "Vikings"
Domain 7 - The Dark Ages
Domain 8 - Early/Colonial Indonesia
Domain 12 -
Domain 15 -
Domain 17 -
Domain 20 -
Domain 21 - Aztec Empire
Domain 29 - "NO MAN'S LAND"
Domain 31 -
Domain 36 -
Domain 43 - Middle Ages Iraq
Domain 44 -
Domain 45 - 1800s Industrial England
Domain 53 -
Domain 60 - Early America*
Domain 62 - Greek Hellenistic Period
Domain 68 - Kingdom of Zimbabwe**
Domain 70 -
Domain 74 - Imperial Iran
Domain 88 - Oriental Dynasties/Samurai and Feudalism*
Domain 90 -
Domain 94 -
The size of a Domain does not correlate to how long the period was or if the Domain tended to conquer other land/be conquered, though this system could potentially be implemented (I could just switch number spots around and do some research, if this is something people would want). Also, if the Domain comprises of a Moment where something like fish is heavily relied upon, they will be by the ocean or have many lakes/rivers (etc. examples with other resource/cultural attributes).
*Moments like Early America and the Oriental Dynasties actually have their own "Provinces" for their many periods/categories of time. For example, Provinces for Colonial America, Reconstruction Period America, etc. will be included in the single [i]Domain 20[/i].
**"Kingdom" as in the time period, not an actual kingdom.[/font][/size]
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[size=4][font=constantia]Our current roleplay participants and their characters are below. For any OOC ("Out Of Character") chat, or if you would like to review the rules or the plot we have discussed, please refer to this roleplay's [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727]OOC page[/url].
@Zenikay : [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727/5#post_25943798]Camilla Mitchell[/url], [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727/10#post_26228305]Afzal Amari[/url]
@Casiope : [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727/2#post_25899112]Helena[/url], [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727/7#post_25985993]Antreas[/url]
@ToTheArk : [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727/2#post_25899594]Kaia Blackthorne[/url]
@nettledbird : [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727/3#post_25909868]Gwendolyn O'Carroll[/url]
Gone but may return??? ->
[s]@Xumbre :
@DustyStarr : [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727/4#post_25917103]Yuuki Gozen[/url]
@Goatsrsnazzy : [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2129727/5#post_25946631]Luka[/url][/s]
?Possibly? @BoomBreeze : [/font][/size]
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[size=4][font=constantia]PLOT:[/font][/size]
[size=4][font=courier new][TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 8. SOMOS DOMINIO 8. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, DECLARING OUR ALLEGIANCE TO DOMAIN 12.
WE FIND LEGION IN SEEKING OUT EASTERN ACQUISITION, AND INVITE DOMAINS 70, 44, AND 3 TO OUR CAUSE.
[url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhinneka_Tunggal_Ika]BHINNEKA TUNGGAL IKA[/url]. UNITY IN DIVERSITY.
[TRANSMISSION: PENDING]
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 74. SOMOS DOMINIO 74. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, AS WE OFFICIALLY DECLARE WAR UPON DOMAIN 60. CIVILIAN AND MERCANTILE GALLEYS SHOULD AVOID OUR WARRING WATERS, AND STEER CLEAR OF THE SOUTHERN CHANNEL. SHIPS CROSSING THESE WATERS WHILE BELONGING TO DOMAINS ALLIED WITH DOMAIN 60 SHOULD EXPECT ATTACK.
[url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imperial_Standards_of_Iran]MARA DAD FARMUD-O KHOD DAVAR AST[/url]. JUSTICE HE BIDS ME DO, AS HE WILL JUDGE ME.
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 91. SOMOS DOMINIO 91. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, DECLARING...
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 68. SOMOS DOMINIO 68. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, DECLARING...
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 15. SOMOS DOMINIO 15. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, AS WE...
[TRANSMISSION: 6 PENDING]
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[size=4][font=constantia]For the overall messages above, just in case you didn't get it, those were messages your Domain (whatever that may be) received regarding the alliances being formed in pursuit of acquiring some or all of [i]Domain 29[/i] (or "No Man's Land"). This race for land, much like our world history's "Scramble for Africa," will eventually be dubbed (TBD*).
(See "SYSTEMS: Broadcasts" below for further broadcast/messaging clarification.)
Domains are out for themselves. Selfish, some may admit. Conserving culture is key, though at times culture conflicts. Conflicts with commerce, religion, politics, and many other facets of everything civilized life consists of. This leads to bouts of war and peace between the Domains; some simply want to defend themselves, from those that fiercely deny that culture's ways or whose greedy malevolence leads them to seek more and more territory. Others are on the offense, perhaps a trade deal went up in flames and sparked a new kindling of controversy, with battle an ultimate result.
But normally, regularly, [i]usually[/i], most stays calm.
Until now.
All it took was one allegiance for all the others to begin. "Fast as lagging fowls before the northern blast," more and more appeared one by one until it became by the couples or the triples at a time. With one team comes an opposing team, however. Allies share enemies, so the more of one the more of another.
"No Man's Land" is what all of these allies and enemies pursue; a common goal. But why is everyone so interested in it [i]now[/i] of all times? It has been there and abandoned that way for as long as anyone can remember, though an immeasurable amount of time considering the different Moments and how their time passes, or doesn't.
Will you bring your Domain to success? Or will you lay with the rest who were cast down in their efforts? Will you find loyalty within your allies? Or will those you thought as your enemies become [i]better[/i] assets?
Let's find out.
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[size=4][font=constantia]SYSTEMS
[b]Marks (Tattoos):[/b] At age ten, everyone of every Domain will receive a tattoo, or "mark," on the back of their neck of their corresponding Domain "sigil." Examples include a Norse [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5a/a5/47/5aa547db44cc4b534ddeaaa4048d2a1d.jpg]dragon design[/url] for the Vikings, a [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/49/e4/20/49e420a2e78f71c63eb8d48f758a0346.jpg]sword and shield design[/url] (though not colored) for the people of the Dark Ages, etc. Removal, attempted removal, adjustment, attempted adjustment, or any failed or successful attempts to cover up a sigil with another mark will result in immediate apprehension and a sentence to death.
[b]Domain 1:[/b] A "Domainless" island dubbed Domain 1 holds many facilities for interdomainial interaction, including where the tattoos are to be obtained. Domain 1 has no permanent residents and is largely used as a commercial port, along with other things. People don't tend to stay for longer than a week, for mingling with other cultures can be found difficult.
[b]Broadcasts:[/b] Because there is no organization such as the United Nations, all Domains communicate worldwide messages via broadcasts. This is so if war between Domains is declared, other Domains will know to be wary of that war zone. If allegiance between Domains is declared, other Domains will know if that changes who they have as enemies or allies. Though occasionally, for strategic purposes, a war declaration or peace treaty will not be openly broadcast until it becomes well known by other means, such as rumor.
However, if [i]Domain 5[/i], let's say, wanted to war with [i]Domain 18[/i], it is guaranteed that a message of declaration would at least be sent to [i]Domain 18[/i]. If a declaration such as that is ever made [i]globally[/i] right from the [i]start[/i] of the war, this usually is in desperation. That Domain may be hoping that another Domain will hear their plea and assist, though this comes with the risks of another Domain viewing [i]Domain 5[/i] (the one in desperation) as weak or vulnerable, and then seeking to take advantage of them within the war.
While I understand that not every Moment would in-reality have access to something that could receive broadcast messages, such as with the ancient Aztecs, I'm thinking stations near those affected Domains may exist, possibly on some borders, where another Domain [i]with[/i] access relays the message over to them. If the Domains dislike each other, however, perhaps one may decide not to inform the other.[/font][/size]
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[size=4][font=constantia]POSTING ORDER
For now, it will go something like this:
@Zenikay @Casiope @ToTheArk @nettledbird
Now please give a notice before hand if you are going on hiatus, and for how long if you know!
If no notice is given, you may be skipped!
And even though a Posting Order is still given, I ask that you still subscribe to the thread. ^^ This way you can at least tell that the roleplay is moving on, and know when it's your turn once you're pinged in a post. :) Thank you![/font][/size][/center]
Welcome, to A Moment in Time!
In this roleplay, time periods and culture mix to form specific geographical areas called "Domains." Every Domain has a corresponding number that disregards the official name when discussing on Interdomainial terms. For example, Domain 53 (or D53), where 1800s Industrial England is located, would address the Northern European "Viking" area as Domain 5 (or D5). Below is a map with the different Domains and a key with the commensurate place/time, or "Moment."
MAP (please open image in new tab, then open link in new tab, for larger size and much better detail):
KEY (more numbers, Domains, and Moments to be added later, on the map as well):
Domain 1 -
Domain 3 -
Domain 5 - Northern European "Vikings"
Domain 7 - The Dark Ages
Domain 8 - Early/Colonial Indonesia
Domain 12 -
Domain 15 -
Domain 17 -
Domain 20 -
Domain 21 - Aztec Empire
Domain 29 - "NO MAN'S LAND"
Domain 31 -
Domain 36 -
Domain 43 - Middle Ages Iraq
Domain 44 -
Domain 45 - 1800s Industrial England
Domain 53 -
Domain 60 - Early America*
Domain 62 - Greek Hellenistic Period
Domain 68 - Kingdom of Zimbabwe**
Domain 70 -
Domain 74 - Imperial Iran
Domain 88 - Oriental Dynasties/Samurai and Feudalism*
Domain 90 -
Domain 94 -
The size of a Domain does not correlate to how long the period was or if the Domain tended to conquer other land/be conquered, though this system could potentially be implemented (I could just switch number spots around and do some research, if this is something people would want). Also, if the Domain comprises of a Moment where something like fish is heavily relied upon, they will be by the ocean or have many lakes/rivers (etc. examples with other resource/cultural attributes).
*Moments like Early America and the Oriental Dynasties actually have their own "Provinces" for their many periods/categories of time. For example, Provinces for Colonial America, Reconstruction Period America, etc. will be included in the single Domain 20.
**"Kingdom" as in the time period, not an actual kingdom.
Our current roleplay participants and their characters are below. For any OOC ("Out Of Character") chat, or if you would like to review the rules or the plot we have discussed, please refer to this roleplay's OOC page.
@Zenikay : Camilla Mitchell, Afzal Amari
@Casiope : Helena, Antreas
@ToTheArk : Kaia Blackthorne
@nettledbird : Gwendolyn O'Carroll
Gone but may return??? ->
@Xumbre :
@DustyStarr : Yuuki Gozen
@Goatsrsnazzy : Luka
?Possibly? @BoomBreeze :
PLOT:
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 8. SOMOS DOMINIO 8. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, DECLARING OUR ALLEGIANCE TO DOMAIN 12.
WE FIND LEGION IN SEEKING OUT EASTERN ACQUISITION, AND INVITE DOMAINS 70, 44, AND 3 TO OUR CAUSE.
BHINNEKA TUNGGAL IKA. UNITY IN DIVERSITY.
[TRANSMISSION: PENDING]
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 74. SOMOS DOMINIO 74. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, AS WE OFFICIALLY DECLARE WAR UPON DOMAIN 60. CIVILIAN AND MERCANTILE GALLEYS SHOULD AVOID OUR WARRING WATERS, AND STEER CLEAR OF THE SOUTHERN CHANNEL. SHIPS CROSSING THESE WATERS WHILE BELONGING TO DOMAINS ALLIED WITH DOMAIN 60 SHOULD EXPECT ATTACK.
MARA DAD FARMUD-O KHOD DAVAR AST. JUSTICE HE BIDS ME DO, AS HE WILL JUDGE ME.
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 91. SOMOS DOMINIO 91. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, DECLARING...
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 68. SOMOS DOMINIO 68. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, DECLARING...
[TRANSMISSION: INCOMING]
[TRANSMISSION: RECEIVED]
ATTENTION. ATTENCIÓN. ACHTUNG. ...
WE ARE DOMAIN 15. SOMOS DOMINIO 15. ...
THIS IS A BROADCAST TO ALL DOMAINS, AS WE...
[TRANSMISSION: 6 PENDING]
For the overall messages above, just in case you didn't get it, those were messages your Domain (whatever that may be) received regarding the alliances being formed in pursuit of acquiring some or all of Domain 29 (or "No Man's Land"). This race for land, much like our world history's "Scramble for Africa," will eventually be dubbed (TBD*).
(See "SYSTEMS: Broadcasts" below for further broadcast/messaging clarification.)
Domains are out for themselves. Selfish, some may admit. Conserving culture is key, though at times culture conflicts. Conflicts with commerce, religion, politics, and many other facets of everything civilized life consists of. This leads to bouts of war and peace between the Domains; some simply want to defend themselves, from those that fiercely deny that culture's ways or whose greedy malevolence leads them to seek more and more territory. Others are on the offense, perhaps a trade deal went up in flames and sparked a new kindling of controversy, with battle an ultimate result.
But normally, regularly, usually, most stays calm.
Until now.
All it took was one allegiance for all the others to begin. "Fast as lagging fowls before the northern blast," more and more appeared one by one until it became by the couples or the triples at a time. With one team comes an opposing team, however. Allies share enemies, so the more of one the more of another.
"No Man's Land" is what all of these allies and enemies pursue; a common goal. But why is everyone so interested in it now of all times? It has been there and abandoned that way for as long as anyone can remember, though an immeasurable amount of time considering the different Moments and how their time passes, or doesn't.
Will you bring your Domain to success? Or will you lay with the rest who were cast down in their efforts? Will you find loyalty within your allies? Or will those you thought as your enemies become better assets?
Let's find out.
SYSTEMS
Marks (Tattoos): At age ten, everyone of every Domain will receive a tattoo, or "mark," on the back of their neck of their corresponding Domain "sigil." Examples include a Norse dragon design for the Vikings, a sword and shield design (though not colored) for the people of the Dark Ages, etc. Removal, attempted removal, adjustment, attempted adjustment, or any failed or successful attempts to cover up a sigil with another mark will result in immediate apprehension and a sentence to death.
Domain 1: A "Domainless" island dubbed Domain 1 holds many facilities for interdomainial interaction, including where the tattoos are to be obtained. Domain 1 has no permanent residents and is largely used as a commercial port, along with other things. People don't tend to stay for longer than a week, for mingling with other cultures can be found difficult.
Broadcasts: Because there is no organization such as the United Nations, all Domains communicate worldwide messages via broadcasts. This is so if war between Domains is declared, other Domains will know to be wary of that war zone. If allegiance between Domains is declared, other Domains will know if that changes who they have as enemies or allies. Though occasionally, for strategic purposes, a war declaration or peace treaty will not be openly broadcast until it becomes well known by other means, such as rumor.
However, if Domain 5, let's say, wanted to war with Domain 18, it is guaranteed that a message of declaration would at least be sent to Domain 18. If a declaration such as that is ever made globally right from the start of the war, this usually is in desperation. That Domain may be hoping that another Domain will hear their plea and assist, though this comes with the risks of another Domain viewing Domain 5 (the one in desperation) as weak or vulnerable, and then seeking to take advantage of them within the war.
While I understand that not every Moment would in-reality have access to something that could receive broadcast messages, such as with the ancient Aztecs, I'm thinking stations near those affected Domains may exist, possibly on some borders, where another Domain with access relays the message over to them. If the Domains dislike each other, however, perhaps one may decide not to inform the other.
POSTING ORDER
For now, it will go something like this:
@Zenikay @Casiope @ToTheArk @nettledbird
Now please give a notice before hand if you are going on hiatus, and for how long if you know!
If no notice is given, you may be skipped!
And even though a Posting Order is still given, I ask that you still subscribe to the thread. ^^ This way you can at least tell that the roleplay is moving on, and know when it's your turn once you're pinged in a post. :) Thank you!
Waiting 24/7 for death's sweet release (of their next hot mixtape of course)
Antreas
He was walking down to the arena when a soldier ran up to him to inform that he is wanted at the war council. He was a general after all. With his helmet in his hand he decided to make haste to the meeting.
Large stone pillars loomed over the entrance to the hall where all of Greece's, their whole domain's decisions were thought of, then voted upon by the people. He liked that. As he entered a few soldiers hailed him and he in turn did the same. Inside the building across the hallway and to the left stood a heavy marble door to make sure that any meeting that occured within could not be spied upon. Inside this room was a huge oval table with chairs all around it, a window really high up and a few statues in the corners.
Antreas closed the door behind him seeing that only one seat was left unoccupied, his. A suspicious silence filled the room as only he made noise by walking across the tile floor his boots thumping rythmically along his path to his seat. "Fellows your faces say too much. What is the grave news?" He asks still standing up. One of the council members sighs and reads the broadcast that was sent out by Domain 74 declaring war on Domain 60. "Antreas, you have more experience at conflict like this than us. What do you suggest we do?"
"We should train and ready forces. If things get out of hand I do not want to be caught off guard. Let's stay neutral for as long as possible. However I feel that sooner or later we'll have to get involved. That is how war works. What are the reasons, do we know?" He inquires but everyone at the table is looking around at each other questioningly.
Then a female voice speaks up. "Should we send some spies?" The voice is soft and sweet like honey and in Antreas' opinion it belongs to a woman who can really sting. "Helena." He addresses her his voice showing the slightest hint of a growl.
Helena
She walks in with one of her most richly dyed togas on. The sky blue with the shoulder straps pulled in a little to reveal her shoulders. She is one of the only women in a place of power in Athens; the whole domain in fact. Helena brushes back a white and curly lock of hair from her face and approaches the table. "Would it not be beneficial to learn what they are squabbling over?" She suggests and earns a look of disdain from the general. "Antreas my friend what do you think" she taunts. He has tried to put her in her place several times but it never worked.
Antreas smiles wickedly at her and answers "I think this is no place for a woman." She smiled "then let us leave together" this drew a few laughs from the rest of the council. "Now we have much to discuss do we not?" Helena said and walked over to Antreas' seat and sat down in it. He was standing anyway and seemed too tense to be able to bend his legs.
(Ah sorry for any typos or if it seems incoherent.! I am trying my best on mobile. :D)
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ToTheArk
Antreas
He was walking down to the arena when a soldier ran up to him to inform that he is wanted at the war council. He was a general after all. With his helmet in his hand he decided to make haste to the meeting.
Large stone pillars loomed over the entrance to the hall where all of Greece's, their whole domain's decisions were thought of, then voted upon by the people. He liked that. As he entered a few soldiers hailed him and he in turn did the same. Inside the building across the hallway and to the left stood a heavy marble door to make sure that any meeting that occured within could not be spied upon. Inside this room was a huge oval table with chairs all around it, a window really high up and a few statues in the corners.
Antreas closed the door behind him seeing that only one seat was left unoccupied, his. A suspicious silence filled the room as only he made noise by walking across the tile floor his boots thumping rythmically along his path to his seat. "Fellows your faces say too much. What is the grave news?" He asks still standing up. One of the council members sighs and reads the broadcast that was sent out by Domain 74 declaring war on Domain 60. "Antreas, you have more experience at conflict like this than us. What do you suggest we do?"
"We should train and ready forces. If things get out of hand I do not want to be caught off guard. Let's stay neutral for as long as possible. However I feel that sooner or later we'll have to get involved. That is how war works. What are the reasons, do we know?" He inquires but everyone at the table is looking around at each other questioningly.
Then a female voice speaks up. "Should we send some spies?" The voice is soft and sweet like honey and in Antreas' opinion it belongs to a woman who can really sting. "Helena." He addresses her his voice showing the slightest hint of a growl.
Helena
She walks in with one of her most richly dyed togas on. The sky blue with the shoulder straps pulled in a little to reveal her shoulders. She is one of the only women in a place of power in Athens; the whole domain in fact. Helena brushes back a white and curly lock of hair from her face and approaches the table. "Would it not be beneficial to learn what they are squabbling over?" She suggests and earns a look of disdain from the general. "Antreas my friend what do you think" she taunts. He has tried to put her in her place several times but it never worked.
Antreas smiles wickedly at her and answers "I think this is no place for a woman." She smiled "then let us leave together" this drew a few laughs from the rest of the council. "Now we have much to discuss do we not?" Helena said and walked over to Antreas' seat and sat down in it. He was standing anyway and seemed too tense to be able to bend his legs.
(Ah sorry for any typos or if it seems incoherent.! I am trying my best on mobile. :D)
Next up: @
ToTheArk
Wars, wars, wars. Kaia wondered to herself if the domains would ever grow tired of constant conflict, not that it truly mattered in the end. Mercenaries always seemed to be in high demand, and she always needed the money anyway. Though Kaia never accepted any job that would put her right in the middle of a conflict.
Leaving the comfort of her hidden home just past the woodland border, the cities and towns nearby always held opportunities for jobs, and jobs always meant money. Perhaps she could finally get her hands on a profesionally made bow instead, not that her handmade one was useless. She just prefered the ones with intricate designs more.
(Sorry for the short lenght ^^; It'll get longer as the story progress, I promise)
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nettledbird
Wars, wars, wars. Kaia wondered to herself if the domains would ever grow tired of constant conflict, not that it truly mattered in the end. Mercenaries always seemed to be in high demand, and she always needed the money anyway. Though Kaia never accepted any job that would put her right in the middle of a conflict.
Leaving the comfort of her hidden home just past the woodland border, the cities and towns nearby always held opportunities for jobs, and jobs always meant money. Perhaps she could finally get her hands on a profesionally made bow instead, not that her handmade one was useless. She just prefered the ones with intricate designs more.
(Sorry for the short lenght ^^; It'll get longer as the story progress, I promise)
Next: @
nettledbird
The street’s gas lights cast odd shadows into the alleyway and did little to illuminate the activity taking place. Near silently a few men were working industriously to move heavy looking wooden crates from the inside of one of the buildings to the horse drawn wagon parked at the end of the ally.
Gwendolyn watched them critically from her position next to the doorway, keeping count of what they were taking. She’d been involved in enough exchanges at this point for them to become old hat but she still felt a thrill of adrenaline every time. When one of the men placed a crate into the wagon with a loud thump Gwendolyn couldn’t help her flinch and instinctive glance around for anyone who might have noticed the sound. The streets were generally dead this time of night but that didn’t mean they were completely in the clear.
“Someone’s a bit jumpy tonight,” a man commented, emerging from the doorway and sending an assessing eye over the loading procedure
“Where’s the money Kevin?” Gwendolyn asked, ignoring the comment.
“Such a pretty lass with such rough manners. What would your mother say?”
Gwendolyn just rolled her eyes before putting a hand forward and wiggling her fingers expectantly. Kevin chuckled and placed the cash in her hand.
“Why thank you sir,” Gwendolyn said in her sweetest voice before starting to count the money. Satisfied the whole payment was there she shoved the money into the pocket of her shop apron before turning to an amused looking Kevin. “When’s the next drop off?”
“Always the business with you,” Kevin complained before relenting under the expectant stare. “The trains are unreliable as you know but I’m thinking I’ll have a few thing to leave with you next week.” With a nod of acknowledgment Gwendolyn went to head back into her shop. She was stopped by Kevin calling out, “I’ve got another business proposal. Quite a bit of risk but a good deal more reward than this little venture.”
Gwendolyn hesitated for a moment before turning to face a grinning Kevin. “I’m just listening,” she insisted to the Cheshire grin. “I haven’t agreed to anything.”
“Of course not,” he agreed. He took a step closer and lowered his voice conspiratorially. “News on the streets is saying there’s a new broadcast goin’ around. 64 declaring it on 70 over something in No Man’s Land.”
“And what does that have to do with me?” Gwendolyn asked. “I’m just a simple little bookseller, trying to get by.”
Kevin couldn’t repress a snort before continuing to lay out his plan. “You know trade between Domains is the first thing to go in something like this. And you know demand for something doesn’t stop just because the legal shipments do.”
Shock passed over Gwendolyn’s face before she got her emotions under control and returned to a disinterested stare. They’d be facing much worse consequences than arrest if they got caught in something like this.
“A copy of the broadcast for the pretty lady,” Kevin said, handing her a folded piece of paper. “You just think it over.”
“How’d you even get- never mind. Goodnight Kevin.” With that final statement Gwendolyn turned
on her heel and closed the door. After locking it she stood a few moments staring at the paper. It couldn’t hurt to look into it she supposed. It’s not like she’d be agreeing to anything.
(Sorry for any typos, no matter how many times I re-read I still seem to miss something.)
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DustyStarr
The street’s gas lights cast odd shadows into the alleyway and did little to illuminate the activity taking place. Near silently a few men were working industriously to move heavy looking wooden crates from the inside of one of the buildings to the horse drawn wagon parked at the end of the ally.
Gwendolyn watched them critically from her position next to the doorway, keeping count of what they were taking. She’d been involved in enough exchanges at this point for them to become old hat but she still felt a thrill of adrenaline every time. When one of the men placed a crate into the wagon with a loud thump Gwendolyn couldn’t help her flinch and instinctive glance around for anyone who might have noticed the sound. The streets were generally dead this time of night but that didn’t mean they were completely in the clear.
“Someone’s a bit jumpy tonight,” a man commented, emerging from the doorway and sending an assessing eye over the loading procedure
“Where’s the money Kevin?” Gwendolyn asked, ignoring the comment.
“Such a pretty lass with such rough manners. What would your mother say?”
Gwendolyn just rolled her eyes before putting a hand forward and wiggling her fingers expectantly. Kevin chuckled and placed the cash in her hand.
“Why thank you sir,” Gwendolyn said in her sweetest voice before starting to count the money. Satisfied the whole payment was there she shoved the money into the pocket of her shop apron before turning to an amused looking Kevin. “When’s the next drop off?”
“Always the business with you,” Kevin complained before relenting under the expectant stare. “The trains are unreliable as you know but I’m thinking I’ll have a few thing to leave with you next week.” With a nod of acknowledgment Gwendolyn went to head back into her shop. She was stopped by Kevin calling out, “I’ve got another business proposal. Quite a bit of risk but a good deal more reward than this little venture.”
Gwendolyn hesitated for a moment before turning to face a grinning Kevin. “I’m just listening,” she insisted to the Cheshire grin. “I haven’t agreed to anything.”
“Of course not,” he agreed. He took a step closer and lowered his voice conspiratorially. “News on the streets is saying there’s a new broadcast goin’ around. 64 declaring it on 70 over something in No Man’s Land.”
“And what does that have to do with me?” Gwendolyn asked. “I’m just a simple little bookseller, trying to get by.”
Kevin couldn’t repress a snort before continuing to lay out his plan. “You know trade between Domains is the first thing to go in something like this. And you know demand for something doesn’t stop just because the legal shipments do.”
Shock passed over Gwendolyn’s face before she got her emotions under control and returned to a disinterested stare. They’d be facing much worse consequences than arrest if they got caught in something like this.
“A copy of the broadcast for the pretty lady,” Kevin said, handing her a folded piece of paper. “You just think it over.”
“How’d you even get- never mind. Goodnight Kevin.” With that final statement Gwendolyn turned
on her heel and closed the door. After locking it she stood a few moments staring at the paper. It couldn’t hurt to look into it she supposed. It’s not like she’d be agreeing to anything.
(Sorry for any typos, no matter how many times I re-read I still seem to miss something.)
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Helena
The meeting was way too long for Helena's liking. Men could go on about the topic of war for centuries. She tried to protest her own opinion but when the council started a full on debate not even a woman's voice could calm the dragon. To her amusement Antreas stayed fairly silent as well, listening to the words that were shouted.
"MADNESS! I say its madness!" "What do you know? Sitting at home is what you know!" "We need to listen to the people" "oh Zeus give us strenght" "Its Athena who needs to give us wisdom you marble-brain!"
When the night semed too datk to continue this on Helena stood from the General's chair. This somehow seemed enough to quieten the crowd. She wished she did it earlier. "Well-" she cleared her throat "Gentlemen. General. If I may suggest one thing before I excuse myself for the evening. There will be a ship leaving soon for Domain 1. We could send a few pairs of eyes and ears to see what the other domains are doing, what they are thinking of doing, and more importantly gather information so we can see which side we agree with when the time comes to choose."
There was a stunned silence. "The woman speaks the truth. I say we send someone or multiple someones to investigate." It was Homer who spoke up first and soon everyone was parroting his opinion.
Men. So predictable... she thought. Even Antreas was nodding his head in agreement before speaking up.
Antreas
"I'll see about the matter of who to send. Now Gentlemen and Gentlewoman it is late. Let us get home to our families, they'll be wondering where we got to."
He turned to Helena and offered a hand. "May I escort you home?" Helena gave him a cold look and reluctantly accepted the offer. As powerful as she could be with words a woman still should not walk alone in the midst of Athens at night.
The air was cool and clear for a summer day. If it was warm in the day now in the night it was cold. Thousands of stars could be seen in the sky along with a silver Moon of Selene. They walked in silence. Helena's hand around his arm as he led her through tte streets of their fair Athens. "I'm going to be honest with you Helena" he said voice firm "I believe a woman like you, or any woman for that matter shouldn't concern herself with these matters of war and subterfuge." He paused "You don't belong in the council." He said bluntly.
She smiled "No. Those men do not belong in the council. The meeting today dragged on way too much and you know as well as I do that there are men on that council who do not belong. So before you say something like that to me, be sure to check the togas of your fellow councillors." They were coming up on Helena's residence. A lovely looking villa; gotten from her late husband. Antreas wouldve thought that after the merchant passed Helena would let his business dwindle, but as it turned out the business is flourishing like never before. He's gonna have to be careful with this one.
"May Morpheus guide your dreams." He said to her as she stepped inside. "And yours Antreas. And yours..." She trailed off as she entered her home. Antreas could see a housemaid rush over to her mistress before the door closed. He walked slowly home pondering on the meeting and what he needs to do now.
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Helena
The meeting was way too long for Helena's liking. Men could go on about the topic of war for centuries. She tried to protest her own opinion but when the council started a full on debate not even a woman's voice could calm the dragon. To her amusement Antreas stayed fairly silent as well, listening to the words that were shouted.
"MADNESS! I say its madness!" "What do you know? Sitting at home is what you know!" "We need to listen to the people" "oh Zeus give us strenght" "Its Athena who needs to give us wisdom you marble-brain!"
When the night semed too datk to continue this on Helena stood from the General's chair. This somehow seemed enough to quieten the crowd. She wished she did it earlier. "Well-" she cleared her throat "Gentlemen. General. If I may suggest one thing before I excuse myself for the evening. There will be a ship leaving soon for Domain 1. We could send a few pairs of eyes and ears to see what the other domains are doing, what they are thinking of doing, and more importantly gather information so we can see which side we agree with when the time comes to choose."
There was a stunned silence. "The woman speaks the truth. I say we send someone or multiple someones to investigate." It was Homer who spoke up first and soon everyone was parroting his opinion.
Men. So predictable... she thought. Even Antreas was nodding his head in agreement before speaking up.
Antreas
"I'll see about the matter of who to send. Now Gentlemen and Gentlewoman it is late. Let us get home to our families, they'll be wondering where we got to."
He turned to Helena and offered a hand. "May I escort you home?" Helena gave him a cold look and reluctantly accepted the offer. As powerful as she could be with words a woman still should not walk alone in the midst of Athens at night.
The air was cool and clear for a summer day. If it was warm in the day now in the night it was cold. Thousands of stars could be seen in the sky along with a silver Moon of Selene. They walked in silence. Helena's hand around his arm as he led her through tte streets of their fair Athens. "I'm going to be honest with you Helena" he said voice firm "I believe a woman like you, or any woman for that matter shouldn't concern herself with these matters of war and subterfuge." He paused "You don't belong in the council." He said bluntly.
She smiled "No. Those men do not belong in the council. The meeting today dragged on way too much and you know as well as I do that there are men on that council who do not belong. So before you say something like that to me, be sure to check the togas of your fellow councillors." They were coming up on Helena's residence. A lovely looking villa; gotten from her late husband. Antreas wouldve thought that after the merchant passed Helena would let his business dwindle, but as it turned out the business is flourishing like never before. He's gonna have to be careful with this one.
"May Morpheus guide your dreams." He said to her as she stepped inside. "And yours Antreas. And yours..." She trailed off as she entered her home. Antreas could see a housemaid rush over to her mistress before the door closed. He walked slowly home pondering on the meeting and what he needs to do now.
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