To The Ends of the Galaxy will be a character driven Space Opera quest, combining inspiration...
To The Ends of the Galaxy: A Space Opera Quest
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To The Ends of the Galaxy will be a character driven Space Opera quest, combining inspiration from Dune, Fading Suns, BattleTech, Legend of the Galactic Heroes, the Mote in God's Eye series, and the history of Philip and Alexander of Macedon. A modified version of the CK2 character stats familiar to this forum will be used to weight rolls. The Quest will continue on until the main character dies, the main character reaches some sort of culmination to their story, or I get bored.
Character Sheet
- Location
- Southern Virginia
Theodora of Erum
5 years old (as of 860 AGR)
Princess of Erum
Citizen of Sparta
Daughter of Qyasar Erum Philip V
Daughter of Queen Olympia of Erum
Niece of King Agis XVI of Sparta
Half-Sister to Prince Aleksander of Erum
Personal Stats:
Diplomacy 8 (8)
Martial 8 (8)
Intrigue 8 (8)
Knowledge 8 (8)
Grace 8 (8)
Combat Prowess 0 (0)
Traits:
Royalty (+10 Authority)
Enhanced Constitution (+10 to rolls to resist disease, poison, shock, and to heal)
Genius (+3 to starting stats, +10 to intellect rolls)
Assets:
Reputation 0 (0)
Authority 0 (10)
Influence 0 (0)
Wealth 0 (0)
5 years old (as of 860 AGR)
Princess of Erum
Citizen of Sparta
Daughter of Qyasar Erum Philip V
Daughter of Queen Olympia of Erum
Niece of King Agis XVI of Sparta
Half-Sister to Prince Aleksander of Erum
Personal Stats:
Diplomacy 8 (8)
Martial 8 (8)
Intrigue 8 (8)
Knowledge 8 (8)
Grace 8 (8)
Combat Prowess 0 (0)
Traits:
Royalty (+10 Authority)
Enhanced Constitution (+10 to rolls to resist disease, poison, shock, and to heal)
Genius (+3 to starting stats, +10 to intellect rolls)
Assets:
Reputation 0 (0)
Authority 0 (10)
Influence 0 (0)
Wealth 0 (0)
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- Southern Virginia
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#1 Start of the Journey
- Location
- Southern Virginia
It is the year 868 of the Age of the Great Renewal.
You are watching a hologram address, one projected in real time across the skies of cities on dozens of worlds. The realms of Erum are being addressed by a ferocious looking man in his late middle age, with a short trimmed beard and shoulder-length golden turning grey hair matted around his forehead only partially obscuring a red cybernetic eye. His brown natural eye seems to peer through you, even as his right hand reaches down past his golden cuirass to raise a silvered kopis to wave before him.
"Peers, Citizens, Subjects, and foreign Guests. I bring you tidings long hoped for. This Fourth Solar War is over. Our victory at Novo Aztlan has cowed the Senate of the Solar League. Our allies of Sparta and Cartos have been restored to their rights. The balance of the human sphere recognizes the leadership of our state in the Compact of Mankind. We will have peace, for a time."
The projection pauses, briefly, graciously allowing the mob to cheer.
"There will be peace. But in our time of peace, enjoying our freedoms, let us remember our brothers and sisters held in chains. No Erumi can forget our subjugation at the hands of the Parsen invaders. The Mericani and Usomwezi and the inhabitants of the Leonid Spur still rest in the clutches of their so-called Universal Empire. I have forged the Compact of Mankind as a spear, with Erum as its head, to overthrow them. We will break the shackles of our brothers and sisters and drive the Parsen back to the Galactic Core in punishment for their desolation of Sol. This will come in due time.
For now I have declared tomorrow a holiday before the Assembly of Peers. In honor of our victory, and in honor of the Compact. Let all Peers and Citizens make ready their liturgies to the temples of the One God. Subjects will have the day to rest and feast in celebration. Let this merriment be a mere foretaste of the celebrations to come in that day, not now distant, when humanity is once again truly united."
The hologram fades into the double-headed black eagle sigil of the royal family, as verbal announcements sound through the air and amid the gleaming silver towers of the city. The people are stirring, excited at the confirmation of peace and the prospect of the new holiday. If news of inevitable war with the largest empire in Known Space scares them, they give no sign of it.
But now, who are you?
[ ] The only son of a decorated soldier, one who gave her life to protect the Qyasar Erum from an assassination attempt by one of his many enemies. You have been honored with an assignment to the Corps of Pages alongside his own heir and are watching from the capital world of Rum.
[ ] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
[ ] An outsider to the Erumi Court, a confirmed genius taken on by the Qyasar Erum as a secretary from a Cartosian auxiliary force. You are in transit on the world of Pila, a regional capital of Erum, on layover until the next military transport arrives to take you on to Rum.
[ ] The eldest son of one of the senior Peers of Erum, a genetic weakling who has honed his mind and his viciousness to compensate. You are amid the Subjects of the capital of your father's fief, the rich world of Nikia; a world which has grown fat with trade and industry.
You are watching a hologram address, one projected in real time across the skies of cities on dozens of worlds. The realms of Erum are being addressed by a ferocious looking man in his late middle age, with a short trimmed beard and shoulder-length golden turning grey hair matted around his forehead only partially obscuring a red cybernetic eye. His brown natural eye seems to peer through you, even as his right hand reaches down past his golden cuirass to raise a silvered kopis to wave before him.
"Peers, Citizens, Subjects, and foreign Guests. I bring you tidings long hoped for. This Fourth Solar War is over. Our victory at Novo Aztlan has cowed the Senate of the Solar League. Our allies of Sparta and Cartos have been restored to their rights. The balance of the human sphere recognizes the leadership of our state in the Compact of Mankind. We will have peace, for a time."
The projection pauses, briefly, graciously allowing the mob to cheer.
"There will be peace. But in our time of peace, enjoying our freedoms, let us remember our brothers and sisters held in chains. No Erumi can forget our subjugation at the hands of the Parsen invaders. The Mericani and Usomwezi and the inhabitants of the Leonid Spur still rest in the clutches of their so-called Universal Empire. I have forged the Compact of Mankind as a spear, with Erum as its head, to overthrow them. We will break the shackles of our brothers and sisters and drive the Parsen back to the Galactic Core in punishment for their desolation of Sol. This will come in due time.
For now I have declared tomorrow a holiday before the Assembly of Peers. In honor of our victory, and in honor of the Compact. Let all Peers and Citizens make ready their liturgies to the temples of the One God. Subjects will have the day to rest and feast in celebration. Let this merriment be a mere foretaste of the celebrations to come in that day, not now distant, when humanity is once again truly united."
The hologram fades into the double-headed black eagle sigil of the royal family, as verbal announcements sound through the air and amid the gleaming silver towers of the city. The people are stirring, excited at the confirmation of peace and the prospect of the new holiday. If news of inevitable war with the largest empire in Known Space scares them, they give no sign of it.
But now, who are you?
[ ] The only son of a decorated soldier, one who gave her life to protect the Qyasar Erum from an assassination attempt by one of his many enemies. You have been honored with an assignment to the Corps of Pages alongside his own heir and are watching from the capital world of Rum.
[ ] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
[ ] An outsider to the Erumi Court, a confirmed genius taken on by the Qyasar Erum as a secretary from a Cartosian auxiliary force. You are in transit on the world of Pila, a regional capital of Erum, on layover until the next military transport arrives to take you on to Rum.
[ ] The eldest son of one of the senior Peers of Erum, a genetic weakling who has honed his mind and his viciousness to compensate. You are amid the Subjects of the capital of your father's fief, the rich world of Nikia; a world which has grown fat with trade and industry.
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- Location
- Germany
[ ] The eldest son of one of the senior Peers of Erum, a genetic weakling who has honed his mind and his viciousness to compensate. You are amid the Subjects of the capital of your father's fief, the rich world of Nikia; a world which has grown fat with trade and industry.
This one sounds like easy mode. Fat traders and industrialists, those should have enough pragmatists to see our genius and sponsor our rise to the top (or whatever goal they set at least >_>).
This one sounds like easy mode. Fat traders and industrialists, those should have enough pragmatists to see our genius and sponsor our rise to the top (or whatever goal they set at least >_>).
Ave Anathema
Ave Imperator
- Location
- Jacksonville Illinois
[X] The only son of a decorated soldier, one who gave her life to protect the Qyasar Erum from an assassination attempt by one of his many enemies. You have been honored with an assignment to the Corps of Pages alongside his own heir and are watching from the capital world of Rum.
lets make it really classic noble son desperate to prove himself and grows into a hero
lets make it really classic noble son desperate to prove himself and grows into a hero
- Location
- Vicksburg, MS
[x] The eldest son of one of the senior Peers of Erum, a genetic weakling who has honed his mind and his viciousness to compensate. You are amid the Subjects of the capital of your father's fief, the rich world of Nikia; a world which has grown fat with trade and industry.
Having knowledge to start with is swell and all. Let's go onwards and enjoy our time as Turko-Romans in space.
Having knowledge to start with is swell and all. Let's go onwards and enjoy our time as Turko-Romans in space.
- Location
- Southern Virginia
It's a different sort of setup with very different goals and means compared to the other three choices. I wouldn't say it's easy, though.
- Location
- Massholistan
[X] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
Rossum
Not a Cyberman
- Location
- Earth
[X] The only son of a decorated soldier, one who gave her life to protect the Qyasar Erum from an assassination attempt by one of his many enemies. You have been honored with an assignment to the Corps of Pages alongside his own heir and are watching from the capital world of Rum.
[X] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
I like the idea of clawing our way out of being a pawn. It's got a real nice arc, and could set up some nice parallels with the Alexander analogue - he was born to be heir, to greatness, while we made ourselves.
I like the idea of clawing our way out of being a pawn. It's got a real nice arc, and could set up some nice parallels with the Alexander analogue - he was born to be heir, to greatness, while we made ourselves.
SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
- Location
- Arrrghhh
[X] The only son of a decorated soldier, one who gave her life to protect the Qyasar Erum from an assassination attempt by one of his many enemies. You have been honored with an assignment to the Corps of Pages alongside his own heir and are watchingfrom the capital world of Rum.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
[X] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
You should probably threadmark your posts tho.
You should probably threadmark your posts tho.
Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[X] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
Sarpedon
Knight Errant
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The only son of a decorated soldier, one who gave her life to protect the Qyasar Erum from an assassination attempt by one of his many enemies. You have been honored with an assignment to the Corps of Pages alongside his own heir and are watching from the capital world of Rum.
CuttleFish2.0
Friendly neighborhood cuttlefish
- Location
- Seattle, Washington.
[x] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
Exterminatus
Tsukumogami User
- Location
- Southern California
[x] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
- Location
- Virginia
[x] The eldest son of one of the senior Peers of Erum, a genetic weakling who has honed his mind and his viciousness to compensate. You are amid the Subjects of the capital of your father's fief, the rich world of Nikia; a world which has grown fat with trade and industry.
- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
- Location
- nz
[X] The only son of a decorated soldier, one who gave her life to protect the Qyasar Erum from an assassination attempt by one of his many enemies. You have been honored with an assignment to the Corps of Pages alongside his own heir and are watching from the capital world of Rum.
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NuclearConsensus
Herald of the Thorned One
- Location
- the Philippines
[X] The only son of a decorated soldier, one who gave her life to protect the Qyasar Erum from an assassination attempt by one of his many enemies. You have been honored with an assignment to the Corps of Pages alongside his own heir and are watching from the capital world of Rum.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
[x] The middle daughter of the Qyasar Erum and his Spartan bride, a tween just now reckoning with knowledge of her fate as a dynastic pawn. You are watching the address with your older half-brother, the heir to the throne, on the border world of Teotihuacan where your father is holding forth with the Assembly of Peers.
- Location
- Canada
[X] An outsider to the Erumi Court, a confirmed genius taken on by the Qyasar Erum as a secretary from a Cartosian auxiliary force. You are in transit on the world of Pila, a regional capital of Erum, on layover until the next military transport arrives to take you on to Rum.