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Glorious Purifiers Ruler: Titania Diplomacy: 8 Military: 8 Economy: 5 Faith: 2 Intrigue: 10 Stat Growths +1 Dip, +1 Eco Ground Units: 3 Space Units: 5 Ground units defend whatever tps necessary to resist sacks. Treasure Paperwork Spending 0 Treasure on actions, Gaining 1 Treasure from income. Gaining 1 treasure from the Maharaj's Dream. Expected Net Change 2 > 4 Actions Dip: Sway 37 Government Dip 5: Embassy? Eco 5: Trade Route? Eco: Buy a TP? Int Secret Non-Actions Host the Journey Into The Wild event as a non-action (Courtesy of REN 4). Oppose all unauthorized Buyouts, Conversions, et all. Have all government supports fire upon unauthorized entrant combatants to suffer them 1d3-1 Unit Losses. Authorize all conversions to Coedd the religion. Authorize all actions taken by Glorious Purifiers [GLO] (obviously). Accept all gifts (treasure, regions, techs, etc). Accept region 8 from ARK at my event (Journey Into The Wildlands). Do not resist the attempt for ILU to acquire the government support in the Wyrmlands (45). Use the BRG Rep 2-3 bonus to support Coedd converting to Coedd within Region 38. Titania, within her discussions with Information, among other things, discusses the potential for plotting out the future itself. An industrious task, but within the universe all things are, or at least can be seen as, deterministic. As long as one survives on, one can keep predicting models to an optimal result. Request Artifact (-1 BRG Rep, -2 BRG Favors) Ugh, I never realized how much to wade through some of this could be... you get me, Titania. ... Titania? woah... Holly, do you recognize this? Do you know what's at stake? Do you comprehend what is soon to be in our grasp? ... it ain't that impressive, madam Talandaresque. Titania takes some tours this turn to visit her friends abroad at the Reserve frrom the Eilif Dhaoine, forging further relations. A regular ongoing series which has been periodically underway, but she makes more of a deal of it now. Among other things, there's Cold Springs over in the reserve. Like hot springs, with a scorching warm atmosphere all around, but cool. The Talandaresque takes a liking to them, though there is much else done, and sees what can be done about such compartments back home. Their knights questing and making friends amongst the elite Purifiers has led them to the heart of the Moonsoul Mountains. Traffic increases. Monsters get slammed down. Cascade in particular makes good friends and good deals (of cards). Ms. Heliotrope makes a healthy showing scoping out the friendly duels for a live broadcast, and the treks around the newly expanded undergrounds after get crafted into a rivals-team-up dynamic to slay a feral rampaging beast. Brann gets to show off the corpse of said beast to many people during their event displaying the status of the Glorious Puifies as a Jewel Of Tekhum. The Llort Society Protectorate have been especially interested in our trip to Wakinyan, and we've collaborated and given them a fair bit of sneak peeks at the inside scopes. We got a good bit of advice from them too, and the months we spent there were pretty awesome, all things considered. I don't think I'll be heading there personally again until travel becomes easier, though. Events back home are way, way too pressing. Plus, while you all have admired me from a distance, I can't leave all my people of varying soulstars hanging! Now where did we put Serenity's new cat... Helios Hospice (Please hold. We will be with you shortly.) The refugee service is still underway, albeit with clerical services reduced. Given recent events both in an upscale of incoming work in volume and difficulty, and a decrease in assets to deploy to fix such issues, much of their services will be diminished. Official visits to battlefields are cancelled, but may be brought in upon request. The downscaling is met with an influx of friends inside of other countries, especially ones meant to visit. The Radiant Republic in particular sends over workers to help things get back on schedule, especially given the probable need to take in refugees from the battles at Coedd. Ailbhe Lathurna, a Radiant theologist and historian, helps coordinate their efforts, and they make up a good station within the settlement.

“The opening explanations for participants in the Safari will be recorded and carried out to everyone coming in, there sure are a lot of you this moon. However, for you high members of the elect, there will be a more personalized experience. A tour granted directly by me, your host, Brann.” Brann is a short, stocky man, possibly the first male Purifier many have seen. The population does tend to trend female. The Purifiers have living luxury ships, and a massive serpent guide them along. Specifically, they get to reside within the belly of the beast, filled with windows and visions around, and every delicacy one can find. One might think it dangerous to do this, but the Purifiers have been well known for having the best luxury cruisers in tekhum for decades now. “Savor what you see, and get ready for your own adventures tomorrow. To sightsee the beasts and auroras, or… to hunt and be hunted.” The tour itself will go through the entire expanse at the evening day, showing off all the wonders. Coming down from the skies, clouds and stars filled with radiation, the wreckage of the wild lands growing from a dot into a canvas, and then into a broken city. Monsters residing everywhere one turns, although the serpent passes seemingly unseen and always at a distance. Two of the beasts fight, and the tour slows to observe. The buildings look scavenged, yet full. Almost alive, even, as they twist with plants both green organic and steel gray trying to get sunlight. The skies above in their semi-blue glow seem obfuscated by a forest of buildings and clouds, casting the zone into shade. Snaking around, diving underground, into steelwork, into rock tunnels, into the magma heat. People work these areas, Zelfs excited and waving to the tour, but it passes too quickly to discuss. Soon, the tunnels connect into something expansive, an entire underground expanse that one at the bottom might think they were above ground inside a building but for the lack of natural light. There’s a monster here, too, skated over outright. The claws and fangs of the creature jump in front of the serpent, forcing it to change course twice and eventually dive underground yet further to avoid. Emerging from the ground is like entering a different world, as much as one can still see the wilds from the higher position. Gone are the evening setting sun skies, here is the brightness of the aurora in the sky. A majestic sight as one comes up to the mountains to the shrines themselves. It wouldn’t be complete without the ability to look around the very heartland capital, but that part will be less guided. The expanse is shaded under a blanket of night sky and kaiju that swim across it as easily as self aware constellations. The halls of power themselves are set up with a deliberate majesty befitting a forbidden city. The glow of magic, trails where only certain members can pass through. A place to center the diplomatic discussions as safe harbor from both the kaiju and the significantly more fearsome tourists, should any need for such truly arise. OOC Briefing Take a look around, there’ll be some ic competition for who or what can take the best pictures. There’ll also be some ic competitions for who can wrangle the toughest kaiju. Entire armies aren’t welcome, but matches against monsters and exploration is encouraged. Collect memories and experiences, the best kind of luxury available. Opportunities like this don’t come often. There’ll also be two weeks of celebration and the ability for the finest in Tekhum to meet and make deals during the sprawling event. We’ll host those here too.

Posting this here so I can ping for reference, comment, and to interject ideas. I'm fine crafting it on my own, but given the state of things, an opportunity to collaborate and mix ideas is more than welcome.

Region 8 - Fort Helios History Within their isolated bubbles and delusions of grandeur, these people have a significant difficulty dealing with the literal and figurative popping of their bubble for outsiders to stride inside. This resulted in their history being one in which they defensively kept to themselves. There were benefits to this, it meant that the other baldalan wars never seriously impacted them, and that the other noxious intoxicants never hampered them quite as much. This eventually evolved into them being a people isolated from the world, talking exclusively to them through cameras and tvs and the interplanet, prospering with a surprisingly high population count. Although socially they were barely functioning which left them open to being captured by invaders of a strong dedicated kind. Exposure to the outside in such a violent manner has caused their insulated immune systems and culture to rapidly crash downwards. In the years since their region has been traded first to the Glorious Purifiers, and then to the Arkhive, their population has fallen to half its numbers a decade before. Right now the region is in relative prosperity for the half that survived, and is looking to stabilize at a more reasonable population level. Geography Bubbles and bubble like structures fill the air and the sky, being a high maintenance for scrubbing, but well worth it as a symbol of pride. In each one lives more people than you'd have expected out of a region, especially the more well off ones who can have 'high rise bubbles' and ones with exotic scenery. The groundwork is artificial with Cubic Masonry, and even further beyond that it is rounded out. Ships traverse and round out, it slightly circles but always remains in this specific sector of Badal. The usually filthy air is purified to an unreasonable degree on the inside, for non-natives unused to such measures the extra intoxicants and mild chemical elements added to the air through the process can make it a little painful to inhale. The natural denizens are used to it, of course, and even their physiology has adapted. This has actually created problems as exposure to the outside has broken the purification systems, and then again much more deliberately by the Purifiers. In their efforts to allow outsiders to not be intoxicated by what some would reasonably call poison in the air, it caused the natives who had adapted to have trouble. Certain areas are still hyper purified in their air zones, and laborers who come in to these areas often wear air tanks or masks to stop from suffocating. People Lizzers and humies. In normal speak, humans and lizardfolk. The lizards are more elite, and the humans are lower class, but there's variety in both. It's a bit of a splash of society, insular, almost monarch like. There is a deliberate 'I'm the best' mythos presented here, and the humans play along and adopt characteristics of the shorter lizard folk. Famous lizards once upon a time even invented technologies, different things that reach out and splash everywhere, and their culture involves proving oneself through measures and metrics. Self congratulatory natures of everything along with mandated religions make it shockingly easy to keep people compliant, one would be surprised how little rigor is applied. The natives do enjoy festivities and despite everything being silo'd, entertainment finds a way. Basic internet and television cement into a central part of the culture, Snaking Snews, Basu-Rahaman and even the Heliotrope Broadcast find their way into the lingo. Which results in sometimes words degenerating into weird pidgin languages, like is demonstrated at the start with "lizzer" and "humie" being cutsey and slip of tongue casual. Government Mimes. Mimes. All the mimes. So many mimes. Mimes makes up the government, ever since people learned how to communicate through symbols and tvs and automated things the religion of Homeostasis has taken over, making motion minimal. There is no specific reason it seems that things have turned into mimes, or why this is a central part of the government, but that's how it is. They sure like their black and white makeup, and that is a rare thing that breaks through the quarantine measures. The rest of the governmental natives are the lizards, who insist that they are the best (the ones who aren't mimes, anyway). They're the ones who invented the sun, after all. The emperor is secretly one of them, but nobody bothers with proving that, they just take the propaganda as self evident. Their central locations are nuclear silos, old factories that made it the old fashioned way, which have been refurbished for people to live within. They're some of the biggest areas that don't have walls infesting their designs splitting things into subrooms, allowing many of them to gather and talk about how great their culture and media is. Maybe the mimes have it right. Maybe they shouldn't be talking. The two factions vie for control over the government as of current, while the Arkhive tries to maintain enough stability to stop things from being crushed down. The Mime faction has some religious passion, and doesn't quite like the fact that languages are being transformed into such hybrids that don't make sense. Honestly, many of the mimes that don't have a strict vow of silence will speak to governments like the Arkhive and the Purifiers, they just refuse to converse with the incredibly smug fellow denizens of the other population. Religion Universal Homeostasis The religion of nullification. Pausing. Emptiness. The dominant force within the region, and part of the reason that things aren't as bad as they could be, but that they also aren't as good as they could be either. Freezing and inaction provide many different benefits, and with this religion it is an actual art form. Mimes are quite a good cultural thing here, and they even hold some positions of government. Force fields and walls are the specialty, and Cubic Masonry is a technology that these people have developed quite early on. This has advanced into spacecraft too, although with said spacecraft they have remained insular. Durable like a nintendo gameboy, though, which is really the best way to describe most of their construction. Universal Apootosis The religion of cell death. Everything must progress towards implosion, which avoids the greatest evil known as 'cancer'. It's something to avoid, along with the outside intoxicants. Somewhat of a cult that causes people to die after a set period of time, and one that has seen an uptick in recent years due to the traumas. As well as a weird belief that because of more people coming in to help with labor shortages, the people must even out the population. Of course, there are positives to this religion too, such as a focus on enjoying life as you have it and peace. An exceptional set of care for people at the end of life and ability to enjoy things in the time they have left. A lack of needing to pay for social security because of said lack of aging issues. A set of cells and minor bit of magic involving the literal splitting of 'atoms', which helps power things such as the scrubbers, making nuclear batteries quite a treat for these people. There's also Paragonism, which is about being a good person and reaching your ideals or whatever. But they're such a minority so nobody cares about their little cult. Resource Resource: Atmospheric Scrubbers [Spacecraft / N/A] Scrub scrub scrub the force fields near the edges of the colony. These planes are real good at that, and practically able to go into space themselves with the right measure. They have to constantly scrub around the bubbles of the area to let sufficient sunlight in to power some of the cells, and this has been done so much that there's a surplus of planes to go around, to sell, to give to whatever people. Which in large part is currently the literal Psycho Capitalists. It pays well and at least on an economic level has everything going squeaky clean. Desired Import: Labor The quarantines have always made it hard for people to go outside and do work, and the recent collapse and downturn of population have made it even more so. More than ever, people to do basic functions of society are necessary, the ins and outs of living and delivery. It's a mass thing, not quality but quantity, plus, somebody's gotta handle all of the filth and disease of everything.

Glorious Purifiers Ruler: Titania Diplomacy: 8 Military: 7 Economy: 4 Faith: 2 Intrigue: 10 Stat Growths +1 Mil, +1 Eco Ground Units: 3 Space Units: 3 Ground units defend whatever tps necessary to resist sacks. Treasure Paperwork Spending 2 Treasure on actions, Gaining 1 Treasure from income. Expected Net Change 3 > 2 Actions Eco: Buyout TP 3 of Union Crews in region 59 (Owned by ARK, with ARK supporting the Buyout), spending 1 treasure. (Success, Roll = 12 [4 Eco, 6 Dice, +1 Treasure, +2 ARK Support, -1 Distance] Eco: Buyout TP 1 of Tiny Turtles in region 27, spending 1 treasure. (Success, Roll = 13 [4 Eco, 8 Dice, +1 Treasure] Mil: Raise Space Unit Mil: Raise Space Unit Int 10: Espionage Agency (Claim +1 Renown for Eyes In The Skies) (Claim +1 Renown for being one of the first 5 countries to make an Espionage Agency) Espionage Agency The sorcerers of the Glorious Purifiers are said to be capable of making friends with anything. In common parlance, this is referent merely to good diplomacy and an upbeat activity, making rowdy pirates coming to break your skull in into drinking buddies. In their case, it involves making friends with humans, with elves. With hamsters, with foreign aliens. With demons, with angels. With unthinking plants, with the very walls themselves. Titania is especially adept at the latest of these categories, and especially within her own domain she can be said to become an entity connected to the very core of Sansar. Yet her literal magnetism is far from the only application. There is a whole library of magical conversation available and ready to be employed, and even regular Zelfs are beginning to learn how to adeptly wield such techniques. Zelfs and their fragments of memories also provide additional context. Everything compiles. Everything is written. Everything is known, deep within the halls of power, within the lands of the Purifiers. Int Secret Non-Actions Oppose all unauthorized Buyouts, Conversions, et all. Have all government supports fire upon unauthorized entrants to suffer them 1d3-1 Unit Losses. Authorize all conversions to Coedd the religion. Authorize all actions taken by Glorious Purifiers [GLO] (obviously). Accept all gifts (treasure, regions, techs, etc). Submit the space armada for A Grand Army, collecting +1 Renown 5 Space Units (as of turn end), plus Admiral Aka Cascade 9(-6=3), for a total of 8 Points for the Navy To Johnathon Royston Rageclaw, First Minister of Ishtahnos We have done an inspection of the operations of Helios Hospice and are willing to comply reasonably with ensuring the safety and sanctity of Veehran peoples, dead and alive. The country of the Glorious Purifiers is willing to extract from Helios and return all dead bodies to the country of Ishtahnos. This is at present is a single body, derived from somebody who received terminal injuries beyond the capacities of clerics to restore. Our government will do another sweep to confirm the lack of other Veehran remains. The official navy is willing to handle transports of civilians for this matter. All living Veehrans choosing to return will be brought back to their country of choice and deposited safely to reintegrate into the civilian population. Once returned to their orbit Glorious Purifiers abdicates all responsibility for said Veehran natives. Signed, Talandaresque Titania, of the Glorious Purifiers (I presume the proper address for John is the one you used in your initial letter.) To Johnathon Royston Rageclaw, First Minister of Ishtahnos There will be an open process for everyone and an informed decision of long term residence. Our primary duty is to those in our care, citizens or otherwise. We hope this will converge with and not conflict with those coming to oversee the process. We also hope that culturally some bonds can be established, a state of perpetual war and hatred serves only a scant few. Additionally, the High Arbiter of Helios is willing to come participate in your trial. She has declared she will independently judge whether and how much of any verdict of said trial she will adhere to, but she and the other parties accused will see to the lawyers regardless. A lot depends on both the specific accusation or accusations, and on what types of penalties you might try to apply. It is good that you do not make this a challenge and attempt at murder, even presuming you could somehow carry out the task it would be a political nightmare. Best of wishes to all within Tekhum and beyond its shores. Signed, Talandaresque Titania, of the Glorious Purifiers The Magma Shroud is finished, an artifice that changes the face of the Moonsoul Mountains for good, and many would say for the better. The wildlands become both greener and more full of gray steel, as huge stadium size buildings are constructed within the lower grounds of the region. Zelfs have a great place to stay, and the carbon based structure seems alive. One can go down a floor into the depths and tunnels, see veins of magma coursing through the underbelly of the region coming up straight from the core, pumping energy throughout and filling a deep orange hue of magic and mundane energy. Special florescent lighting is given to all of the wildlife within these regions, and many serve as combinations of greenhouses and living quarters. A plethora of plantlife is imported and cultured from around Sansar, and the art of creating combinations of Charmed Textiles and differently colored plants to create vibrant works of art one can scarcely imagine elsewhere. At night, the plants provide lighting where needed too, leaving some rooms to glow a magnificent blue or a luminous violet. The giant gears turning fence the Kaiju, and the Kaiju in turn help out the land. Becoming more incorporated into the region and lending their efforts, being fed by strange produce created by the large 'plants', with the singular giant tower in the middle billowing smoke having cranes on top to deliver it and feed the beasts from a safe distance. They also surround and help the freshly constructed Basu Holdings, making keeping tabs trivial in the base that is also connected into the wider web. Every structure in the Moonsoul Mountains having its own life, spare those original shrines which retain their disconnected and mystically warded nature which seem almost to reside outside mundane reality. The Glorious Purifiers recognize the statements of the Ishtahnos, both in regards to the religion many of them cohabitate with and the health services being operated out of their domain. None are directly related to the High Talandaresque herself, and she does not directly respond in turn. Titania does, however, show off an elegant, precise and finely trimmed hairstyle. Uniquely crafted and done by a Werewolf Barber, fit to and expert in serving royalty. She has no beard, but the layering and slight tinges of steel color tips on her jet black hair hold a glory on their own, and the elegance of Ishtahnos haircutting cannot be denied. Identity of said barber is withheld for obvious reasons. In official metrics and in a wide open trial, the Magister Assurance Declaration is irrevocably broken, and not in a way that can be solved through conflict or negotiation. Yet, it has only been broken by outsiders, and of the two readily available options she has to reconcile this matter, the ruler in title of the Glorious Purifiers declares that the magister declaration does not encompass those not directly tied in. The speech to her people declares that they can be better than those not within the Moonsoul Mountains, that the Declaration still holds purpose between Purifiers. Wakinyan Tourism Holly Hakurei Heliotrope signing on to let you all know that the first Kaiju Migration trip to go around the entire reaches of Wakinyan is launching soon! We're going to be reaching our light to the edges of the Heliosphere in a far more literal way this time! Any that wish to come board up soon, I personally will be headed out to see this new gas giant for myself. Maybe I'll even go skinny dipping in there, and no not that way you perverts. Some premium content isn't suitable for live broadcasts and must be denied in public check out my patreon for more details. I want to be the very first Sansaran to go on a deep exploration and tour of the new gas giant. Before all us colonizers start planting our flags in it. Before constant exposure makes us go numb to and normalizes this majestic wild cat into a domesticated household feline. Significant portions of the trip will be livestreamed from multiple angles, although mind the natural delay both in the information getting back to the rest of Tekhum and in giving editors some time to cut up the mass of data into highlight reels. Artistic integrity is hard! A select few crew will be allowed to come, but will be mostly restricted to Moonmen and other individuals who can survive both a long trek and hostile environments. This trip is absolutely unsafe for normal individuals, and we will have an intensive screening process. This trip is special, and is intended to have a casualty rate of zero! Also, I'll be going over to Badal for a tour across the system to pick out fashion, so make sure to suggest things to buy. I'll be forcing myself to get at least one nekomimi outfit, so you've got a good shot there. There is a considerable document posted in regards to the Warrens, an inside scoop, their nature and tour. Details on this coming up, but it includes coming in for a live interview of some members of government, and several looks at people who are eager to speak and say hi. The general conclusion is that while some people from the Jy'mar seemed to not notice the obvious slavery engaged in from the Fiorid Principality, they do not seem from current evidence to participate in any such practices themselves. A lot of their culture is both based on their need to strive, and their want to strive. At worst living conditions are mildly unsafe. There's also some cultural treatments too, the way Jy'mar prefer their meat cooked, looks through the tunnels, fun questions mixed in with the serious ones. Helios Hospice The Helios Hospice begins its biggest project yet, the salvation of the refugees and wounded from within the Basu Rebellion. With a good chunk of assistance from the Purifiers, they set up to begin their steady work delving in and extracting bodies en masse from the battlefield. As per their standards and oath of non interference they openly signal their intent not to actively participate in the battle on either side. It would be kindly said that they serve a similar role as the Red Cross owned and operated by IRL. It would be less kindly said that they are vultures, circling the war zone for carcasses to suck dry. Things do not go as planned. Their operations very quickly shift to something both smaller scale and far more stealthy, as they learn that flashing the badge gets them shot at rather than directed towards the ill-fated. Thankfully no Moonmen were injured or killed in the skirmishes that abounded, at least as far as Heliotrope Enterprises is willing to report. This change in operation largely relegates their living ships to staying a fair distance away from battle and bombardment, prioritizing safety over confrontation. Only a few daring reporters go in deep, and universally it seems on foot and wing. Regardless of interpretation of their motives there are a lot of living gathered aboard the kaiju migration back to the Moonsoul Mountains and their newly acquired territory of Glorialfheim. As the populace of Mraza are overwhelmingly pro-brg, or at least were before the mass purges of ideology, so too are those that get saved. This is for most a temporary home while healing processes are underway, and there are several programs for where to take these citizens in the long term. Many of which decide to settle in to the newest conquered region, atop the old BRG base, which has been crafted and rebuilt into mass housing. Many of which get shuffled out to the few connections for other societies that are willing to take in and help long term care for people, most notably the United Houses Of Senkar with whom ties with for these operations had been forged in decades past. Badal in general has seemed favorable to taking in those without a proper home to return to after war, and overtures to those such as the Eucrus Alliance. A good portion want to go back to Veehra, to their homelands, to their families and atmosphere and planet. The Glorious Purifiers will technically allow this but strongly recommend waiting for the dust to settle on this war. It is unlikely that the Marauders and their ilk will be favorable to BRG sympathizers. Also, due to the hostility across some of Veehra and outright unlawful nature in other parts of the orbit, they can only go so far as to drop some people off at controlled waystations and let them do the rest of the travels on their own. The holdings of Helios Hospice welcome the observers coming in to make offers for the final destinations for refugees, be they from the Mraza wars or any others. We are also willing to be the long term home for any and all people that need it and choose to stay with us. (Residency offers may change based on availability of housing.) Already we have several landing pads and narrative discussions with those incoming to make good friends. We will provide the utmost care and health assurances to any and all visitors as long as they pay respect to bylaws and residents, and look forwards to giving everyone a bright future. Be the change you want to see in the world! Whatever crimes you may accuse me of, leave the young workers out of this. Any supposed misdoings are done by time the refugees hit our shores. They really do want to bring some light into the world, you see.

I'll also be tacking in a writeup for region 37 specifically. Technically I'm pretty sure the GMs would give me leeway in writing up a region I just acquired. Practically, I think it'd be better if I had a first draft up at minimum. Also, if Moos wants to comment or suggest things for creative direction given the entire 'alfheim' project, feel more than free to. (Some segments not done (geography, resources), I can feel my brain melting, and I'm putting this on pause before I mess it up by trying to force the rest. Honestly this itself might even be enough.) (After some time to refresh and take a second touch up, might be worth taking a first pass. I'll also ping moos here for commentary, though not sure that works in an edit post. Ideas might change slightly or significantly based on further input. Resource still needs to be done, but currently too low on creative energy to do that and I don't want to force it.) Region 37 - Gloria (aka Glorialfheim) History/Government In past times, the magic pouring over the mountains from the west has given some traits to the elves living here, as well as humans that have fled over to integrate, as well as mutating some of the elves that stayed too close to these hills. For a good long while there were fights and clashes over who could own what territories, many different pushes of this and that clan, most of which are now lost to memory. In the end, what remains is a relatively mixed bag of peoples that have a good amount of high quality lifestyle due to having been home to the Basu Rahaman Congolmerate Holdings and the uptick of overall quality brought by the rise of the Elect, but who have been mostly left to their own devices for the majority of their time. Despite their proximity to what is in short referred to as the BRG, they managed to only somewhat absorb media consumption culture into their lifestyles. Then they saw invasion by the Jy'mar, and again from the Glorious Purifiers, and might yet again have an attempt to be brought into Greater Alfheim. The repeated wars and leveling of structures within the lands has left quite a lot in need of being rebuilt. It has, on the other hand, provided for fantastic stories, which has caused the people to be surprisingly more okay with it than they otherwise might be. Both because the sensationalism the Basu-Rahmans instill favors it and because their own methods of collecting and revering these epic events plays into it. They are living in a time of great change, one that if it causes sufficient change might get marked down as the biggest event in history since the Bombardments. The denizens of the region once had different varying names for this place, although they have had occasional trade with 'those sorcerers up on the mountains to the west', in the general region called Gloria. The term Gloria has recently been expanded to cover the whole terrain as Zelfs and Moonmen pull in the vast fabrics of government into a cohesive organized whole. Elfen citizens often refer to the region as 'Glorialfheim', and are still forming a new identity. The governance of the Moonmen is quite a bit of live and let live, and aside from all the disappearances of the wars and increased magic shenanigans, as well as the increasing creep of magic slowly pouring over the region down like a river, things are surprisingly okay. Zelfs find themselves near the head of the societal positions, although never strictly at the head, sufficing to guide the current systems through culture rather than brute force. Geography Mountains sharpening the corners like the region being sandwiched between them, and a relatively low to the ground plains structure otherwise. Composed in good part of solar panels and cropland and wild claims, one might think this area is extremely underdeveoped. One would be correct, for the above ground is where a lot of the society lives and cherishes its life, but the underground is where the work is done. Tunnels honeycomb through the region, each building on the surface connecting to a far broader set of technology underneath. This is a comparatively new work, only happening within the last two hundred years, meaning some of the elves alive still remember before this process had become underway. The plants of Sansar are encouraged by the new rulership of Glorious Purifiers to grow, and have synthesized into the solar batteries. There are specific roads cut out but abundance is clear in the above world, in contrast to the machinery down below where the gears turn. Titania has helped on the lower side, springing the machines to life and digging out an extra floor of basement to make room for all the new production and people imported. The almost living plant like gears and chains make the bottom a true mirror of what is up above, albeit cast into different colors and different lighting. The buildings that were once home to the Basu-Rahman are utterly leveled, eaten from the inside out by hamster like termites with an alarming efficiency. They have since been reconstructed, but resemble their former selves in at most a few aestetic purposes. This location and a wide swath around is where Helios Hospice has set up shop. Taking in refugees from all around Tekhum and helping them find new homes as well as scavenging for food, especially those from the giant clash in Mraza in the same years of its founding. There is also the assembly line robots, which do not quite seem sapient, but at least seem to have an awareness of things and turn towards thermal heat from below in a similar way as plants would turn towards the sunlight above. Perhaps permanent, perhaps granted by the magic used to forge, perhaps in connection to their origin. Construction down to the core in a few places is drilled, filling the bottom-most area up with lava tubes and glow. The assembly serves more function than merely to be sold, now, it provides its own ecosystem. People Elvenkind has always held a significant presence on Sansar, though divided into numerous different ethnic groups. Compared to the average human, the average elf possesses more angular features and pointed ears; beyond this, the physical difference is minimal. Stereotypes about their long lifespans hold some degree of truth, for the average elf can stave off the ravages of aging for longer, but the end result is usually just an extra century of life. The ethnic group of elves making up the midpoint of Chonkia are deemed "Solalfr", and their skin tone varies from bone ivory (though never quite albino) to bronzed to bright orange, sometimes a deep red color. This is a genetic trait that can vary from elf to elf, some keep the same skin tone all their lives, some darken in tone in a similar way as some humans born with blonde hair have their hair shade to auburn, and some have their skin tone change when exposed to or withdrawn from intense sources of light in a similar way as one might expect from transition sunglasses. Some measure of the elves here have been affected by the spillover of magic over the mountains from the west, and there is a mix of reverence and concern over the fallout. A splinter group that makes up an ethnic minority, probably about 2% of the population, Soltaurs, hold up in the western area near the mountains. When a human imagines a centaur they think of a man and a horse, but these are more like the union of an Elf and a Mountain Goat. Having weaker but more nimble bodies like deer, with quite strong muscles and balance capacities to traverse difficult terrain. Their skin is largely similar, although one can find at least a couple variants of Grigialfr, Lillalfr, and even Verdalfr, although the entire group is generally referred to as Soltaurs. There is also within the strains of these elves some human blood floating around, from a time long before when a significant number of humans fled and immigrated over into the region right at the War Of Bombardments. Solalfir therefore tend to on average have less angular features and elf distinguishing traits than other elf kin, although the presence of purebred native humans has dwindled down to essentially nothing over the course of two thousand years of crossbreeding. Religion Centauriism itself is a religion that takes hold over the region in the belief that some aspects of magic are good and focuses a good chunk on astrology. Especially from the highest heights of the mountains to view the stars from, and especially proposed by Soltaur culture from those that have since spread throughout the region. Star gazing has made its way into the culture as a means to tell the future, as mild magic is part of most elves touched here for light diviniation. The religion itself is partly a proponent of warfare tales from long past, and has integrated with the tales from below and above to establish itself as a unique culture and part of the region that reinterprets those events through its own lens. The big legend of meteors and lasers that come crashing down as both a blessing and a curse packaged in one is related to the bombardment wars, and has in recent times proven to be a herald of huge things to come. Their religion is tinted by the Basu-Rahamans, even after their influence itself has waned with the destruction of their base. A focus on sensationalism and wonder is present, although the Basu Rahmans have always been considerate to in the place of these people tint their advertising and integration into the culture with soft respect and mysticism. Resource Resource: Assembly Line Robots (Industrial Machinery) (Ores or Fuel probably make sense for a secondary resource?) Desired Import: Arts and Cultural Products Recently, more people coming to the region have both enabled it to produce more, and to have a desperation. Even from the original aftermath of the war refugees have had a history of coming into Gloria and making a home, and while their general needs are taken care of they primarily still need a measure of entertainment. Art, culture, refinement to soothe and cultivate their radical viewpoints. For those that choose to stay, anyway. More begets more, and as they advertise what they've made, the people that come in learn to expect the finest arts, and to squint their eyes if it goes missing. The Assembly Line Robots, once merely a part of the system and their own shipment, now become active within the region itself. Increased productivity and inflow of labor allows the geonosis like undertunnels of the region that were their home to put them to use. It helps mine and tap into wells within the walls for machines to test drive them at first, and then after resources are discovered to use that industrial line to farm them from the walls en masse. Digging deeper into the region provides more room too, and a population that settles into those depths. Connection from Gloria to the Moonsoul Mountains makes the Industrial Machinery feel almost alive in these tasks, able to guide the workers towards deposits while siphoning a small degree of the benefits for itself. Any such awareness or extra efficiency gets lost upon being disconnected from the regions whole and sale, however.

Alright, I rewrote the write up, added both clarity and some more details. Upon reread you were right, it did come off like I was up 24 hours and slammed the fluff in a frenzy of first draft writing. I've made it better now (I hope). Region 8 - Fort Helios History Within their isolated bubbles and delusions of grandeur, these people have a significant difficulty dealing with the literal and figurative popping of their bubble for outsiders to stride inside. This resulted in their history being one in which they defensively kept to themselves. There were benefits to this, it meant that the other baldalan wars never seriously impacted them, and that the other noxious intoxicants never hampered them quite as much. This eventually evolved into them being a people isolated from the world, talking exclusively to them through cameras and tvs and the interplanet, prospering with a surprisingly high population count. Although socially they were barely functioning which left them open to being captured by invaders of a strong dedicated kind. Exposure to the outside in such a violent manner has caused their insulated immune systems and culture to rapidly crash downwards. In the years since their region has been traded first to the Glorious Purifiers, and then to the Arkhive, their population has fallen to half its numbers a decade before. Right now the region is in relative prosperity for the half that survived, and is looking to stabilize at a more reasonable population level. Geography Bubbles and bubble like structures fill the air and the sky, being a high maintenance for scrubbing, but well worth it as a symbol of pride. In each one lives more people than you'd have expected out of a region, especially the more well off ones who can have 'high rise bubbles' and ones with exotic scenery. The groundwork is artificial with Cubic Masonry, and even further beyond that it is rounded out. Ships traverse and round out, it slightly circles but always remains in this specific sector of Badal. The usually filthy air is purified to an unreasonable degree on the inside, for non-natives unused to such measures the extra intoxicants and mild chemical elements added to the air through the process can make it a little painful to inhale. The natural denizens are used to it, of course, and even their physiology has adapted. This has actually created problems as exposure to the outside has broken the purification systems, and then again much more deliberately by the Purifiers. In their efforts to allow outsiders to not be intoxicated by what some would reasonably call poison in the air, it caused the natives who had adapted to have trouble. Certain areas are still hyper purified in their air zones, and laborers who come in to these areas often wear air tanks or masks to stop from suffocating. People Lizzers and humies. In normal speak, humans and lizardfolk. The lizards are more elite, and the humans are lower class, but there's variety in both. It's a bit of a splash of society, insular, almost monarch like. There is a deliberate 'I'm the best' mythos presented here, and the humans play along and adopt characteristics of the shorter lizard folk. Famous lizards once upon a time even invented technologies, different things that reach out and splash everywhere, and their culture involves proving oneself through measures and metrics. Self congratulatory natures of everything along with mandated religions make it shockingly easy to keep people compliant, one would be surprised how little rigor is applied. The natives do enjoy festivities and despite everything being silo'd, entertainment finds a way. Basic internet and television cement into a central part of the culture, Snaking Snews, Basu-Rahaman and even the Heliotrope Broadcast find their way into the lingo. Which results in sometimes words degenerating into weird pidgin languages, like is demonstrated at the start with "lizzer" and "humie" being cutsey and slip of tongue casual. Government Mimes. Mimes. All the mimes. So many mimes. Mimes makes up the government, ever since people learned how to communicate through symbols and tvs and automated things the religion of Homeostasis has taken over, making motion minimal. There is no specific reason it seems that things have turned into mimes, or why this is a central part of the government, but that's how it is. They sure like their black and white makeup, and that is a rare thing that breaks through the quarantine measures. The rest of the governmental natives are the lizards, who insist that they are the best (the ones who aren't mimes, anyway). They're the ones who invented the sun, after all. The emperor is secretly one of them, but nobody bothers with proving that, they just take the propaganda as self evident. Their central locations are nuclear silos, old factories that made it the old fashioned way, which have been refurbished for people to live within. They're some of the biggest areas that don't have walls infesting their designs splitting things into subrooms, allowing many of them to gather and talk about how great their culture and media is. Maybe the mimes have it right. Maybe they shouldn't be talking. The two factions vie for control over the government as of current, while the Arkhive tries to maintain enough stability to stop things from being crushed down. The Mime faction has some religious passion, and doesn't quite like the fact that languages are being transformed into such hybrids that don't make sense. Honestly, many of the mimes that don't have a strict vow of silence will speak to governments like the Arkhive and the Purifiers, they just refuse to converse with the incredibly smug fellow denizens of the other population. Religion Universal Homeostasis The religion of nullification. Pausing. Emptiness. The dominant force within the region, and part of the reason that things aren't as bad as they could be, but that they also aren't as good as they could be either. Freezing and inaction provide many different benefits, and with this religion it is an actual art form. Mimes are quite a good cultural thing here, and they even hold some positions of government. Force fields and walls are the specialty, and Cubic Masonry is a technology that these people have developed quite early on. This has advanced into spacecraft too, although with said spacecraft they have remained insular. Durable like a nintendo gameboy, though, which is really the best way to describe most of their construction. Universal Apootosis The religion of cell death. Everything must progress towards implosion, which avoids the greatest evil known as 'cancer'. It's something to avoid, along with the outside intoxicants. Somewhat of a cult that causes people to die after a set period of time, and one that has seen an uptick in recent years due to the traumas. As well as a weird belief that because of more people coming in to help with labor shortages, the people must even out the population. Of course, there are positives to this religion too, such as a focus on enjoying life as you have it and peace. An exceptional set of care for people at the end of life and ability to enjoy things in the time they have left. A lack of needing to pay for social security because of said lack of aging issues. A set of cells and minor bit of magic involving the literal splitting of 'atoms', which helps power things such as the scrubbers, making nuclear batteries quite a treat for these people. There's also Paragonism, which is about being a good person and reaching your ideals or whatever. But they're such a minority so nobody cares about their little cult. Resource Resource: Atmospheric Scrubbers [Spacecraft / N/A] Scrub scrub scrub the force fields near the edges of the colony. These planes are real good at that, and practically able to go into space themselves with the right measure. They have to constantly scrub around the bubbles of the area to let sufficient sunlight in to power some of the cells, and this has been done so much that there's a surplus of planes to go around, to sell, to give to whatever people. Which in large part is currently the literal Psycho Capitalists. It pays well and at least on an economic level has everything going squeaky clean. Desired Import: Labor The quarantines have always made it hard for people to go outside and do work, and the recent collapse and downturn of population have made it even more so. More than ever, people to do basic functions of society are necessary, the ins and outs of living and delivery. It's a mass thing, not quality but quantity, plus, somebody's gotta handle all of the filth and disease of everything.

"Ah, sorry buddy. Not everything can be won. We took the same risk, and we saw opposite sides of the coin from that singular branching point of sixteen. But still." She smiles, looking over at Cagairmor, gesturing to the hand. "The dealer could render the outcome trivial."

The woman gives a bow of her own, and starts to play, glancing over to the newcomer. "May we have the best of luck, while we are all on unique sides here, the true chips to be won are those of bondage. Bonding together. Making bonds at the bank." She starts to draw, hitting steadily. Meanwhile, the other purifiers start to glance at the other workers, and there may be some good chatting done between the onlookers that aren't part of the main hand of festivities. Hitting Fourth Roll There is a smile behind those eyes. "Hold on twenty~"

"The dealers name is Sha Ren. It may be good to do introductions." But she gets a handwave and a smile from the main contestant, smiling like a shark, baring her grin. "This is not a place for names of the flesh. We represent our true selves and take on rolls. Take on roles. Take on rules of this world. Here we are Dealer and Player. We exercise our hands with the will of fate upon us, and be it a bright flicker of an ember or a giant blazing glorious bonfire, we see what the fickle threads of chance have to bear." The woman starts her game, picking up her card, smiling broadly.

A shadow creeps in, a figure covered in sparkles and glamor, appropriately dressed as a human. There's a mask over her face, but there's no weapons brought either. It's obviously from the Purifier delegation, with the several looking around and making an air of having fun with the gambling. Of course, the main event is the blackbird table. While the others look around to play more modest games, or more accurately observe, the single figure at the front wears a smile and tips her mask up. It's a girl who looks a little familiar to those present in the room, but she seems to have dressed for the occasion. "I'm looking to play a hand. Blackbird, you call it?" She gestures to the table, with a couple of the other moonmen coming on over to observe, this stage immediately taking precedence over the others. "Lets see if we can't capture a little birdie." The woman picks up her dice, twists them around curiously in her hand, and then-

Glorious Purifiers Ruler: Titania Diplomacy: 8 Military: 7 Economy: 3 Faith: 2 Intrigue: 9 Stat Growths +1 Eco, +1 Int Ground Units: 3 Space Units: 4 Ground units defend whatever tps necessary to resist sacks. Treasure Paperwork Spending 1 Treasure on actions, Gaining 1 Treasure from income. Potentially -1 for a resist which I presume is happening. Expected Net Change 3 > 2? Actions Mil: Invade Region 37 Dive up leagues into space and come down landing for an assault, bypassing mountains and making for a spectacular display. Giant storms of titanic monsters crashing into the earth, snaking around the region and encoiling it within their war frames. Space Front 4+1 [5] Space Units, Admiral 9 Aka Cascade Using Tactical Doctrine Measured Advance (-10% to both sides casualties) In accordance with an agreement to honorable combat between the Ducal Diplomatic Corps (HOF) and the Purification Council (GLO). Rough Summary: Fluff limitation to restrict fusion weapons in orbit, both commanders use Measured Advance, keeping hostilities to the upper orbits rather than anything that might drop down or through. Apply Orbital Superiority to the battle in 37 and also in 38, should the native defenders intercept ALF. Accepting additional help from RRE and helping them transport troops to the landing zone. 3+2 [5] Ground units, General 5 Millenium Zell (Heir) (who will be spectating from afar and manning artillery, given another general is taking point). Accept additional RRE help, with Aíne Uistein leading the battle (Mil 9 commander), using Measured Advance (-10% casualties for both sides). GLO still getting control of the region upon a battle victory. Eco: Build BRG Base 1/3 (In region 44) Eco: Build BRG Base 2/3 (In region 44) Int: Build BRG Base 3/3 (In region 44) Int Secret, spending Treasure Non-Actions Oppose all unauthorized Buyouts, Conversions, et all. Have all government supports fire upon unauthorized entrants to suffer them 1d3-1 Unit Losses. Authorize all conversions to Coedd the religion. Authorize all actions taken by Glorious Purifiers [GLO] (obviously). Contribute fluff action to Coronal Catalogue of Duelists (see the Heliotrope Broadcast segment labeled as such). Contribute fluff action to The People Want Action (see the regular nonaction segment labeled as such). Spend 1 Treasure on the resistance roll to avoid losing BRG rep if necessary. Titania has a coming-of-age ceremony, where she hits normal human adulthood. This is worthy of a grand hallmarking, even if Purifier culture doesn't consider somebody properly 'elder' until much later. Unlike many other glorious affairs and spotlights in the public, she spends approximately three off the air with a few loved ones and friends in a domestic vacation away from the responsibilities and duties. Unlike many other things in her life that get covered by media primarily but not solely on the Heliotrope Broadcast (such as her being The Player in the grand opening of the , this time is an utter and absolute blackout where nobody knows her presence. Holly Heliotrope personally warns that anybody attempting to pry even a little will be tracked down and wish they had met a fate of execution. Introduce the Millenium Zell to the public. (Dynastic Heir that rolled 2 Dip, 3 Mil, 2 Eco, 4 Fai, 4 Int) The heir that Titania has chosen is a strange one, but one that makes natural sense given the course of events. She herself was a natural combination of memories and birthrite of the Moonmen, her successor should continue that trend. Not just for the Moonmen, but for those they have created. The Millenium Zell has been gathered from a mixture of legends and embodied into a Zelf human hybrid, one that receives inputs and thoughts from the collective votes and thoughts of the Zelf populace in order to operate. A definitionally elected representative, although one that needs training data and a constant stream of souly filled fuel to prosper and function properly. She's a little wonky right now, and is very much looking forwards to her first outings. Her eyes shine with determination. The girl marches onwards to liberate all sentient beings that spark with soul matter. The People Want Action People differ greatly on what constitutes acceptable policy for workers, this is something that the Glorious Purifiers have increasingly worked to understand over the past decade. The Veehran way of doing labor is so offensive to sensibilities within inner orbits that merely bringing the people to Badal erupted a tremendous response of violence. Fortunately with the Union, suggestions from the Purifiers, and other orbits coming together a better practice and culture can be imported. Really it is the culture that is most suggested. Something where the workers get to choose their own jobs from amongst a wide set, both on what they are best capable of and of what needs to be done. An organizational live in community for the citizens of the newfounded area. One that provides everything for them, living quarters, entertainment (provided by HTB), food, their own service industries for trash delivery and the like. It would definitely require a complete upheaval of whatever was there before, and the how is a little difficult to pin down in precision, but the Purifiers would be willing to help clean up the mess and restructure the system that is already in array from the military conquest and from the sacking that ravaged the systems, but all the better to come in and create a new community with Sansar and Baldan standards of civility and bounty. The Purifiers also have little hope that they would truly be welcomed in, given that Snaking Snews has taken a hostile stance towards its news rivals, but they are willing to offer cultural aid and suggestions for a tightly woven family unit the people of the region can all choose to become part of. They also have every belief that the sorcerer lords will obtain the capacity to guide the labor well. A general dossier on Anna Kremhild has been requested, and information will inevitably make its way into the hands of those that wield it. The fleets of the Glorious Purifiers are comparatively small in number, and even small in scale compared to most of the vast, vast ships that often go through the stars or that hail from Mekhala. However, the ships absolutely dwarf any given crewmember and they seem to have a literal life of their own. Often favoring stealth and getting in close for melee while thriving in difficult terrain or circumstances. There is also a good deal of magic and machinery involved to foster said circumstances, at these ranges in orbits even slight flux in calculations can throw bombardment calculations wildly off. If the fight were in pure space then this might be an extremely favorable matchup for the House Of Fire. However, getting close to the proverbial and literal jungles of Sansar might make a mosh pit out of everything. Anna herself, aboard the avaLance,has the ability to both create and thrive in these environments. Fighting her leviathan and crew inside of a ship is akin to fighting hand to hand with grenade launchers. She has always come out on top in most contests, even those that turned into long range artillery fights, and while she does not specialize in them, she knows sufficiently how to offensively engage in such. This is her first true non-simulation fight against a massive fleet from another elect, in a war scale near the biggest that has yet been seen. If foreign duels and customs of honor are presented, the Purifiers will listen and discuss. Anna, A Personal Detailing A prominent member of the community in terms of strategy back when war games were just games played between the small factions and preparation to take out larger kaiju within the Moonsoul Mountains, as well as strategizing online and becoming a prominent member. She served largely as backline strategist and as a medic, repairing and crafting the literal kaiju that would swim the unique lands, and eventually retired from her more frontline role to help teach up a new generation. Now she has codified her methods, placed the knowledge down, and plans to explore this wondrous new sea in the stars of far more infinite size. Strategy is universal, however, and lots of these places are ones she knows from the InterPlaNet anyway. She's a minor celebrity in tactics even outside the Moonsoul mountains and has been known to use her processing power to crush enemies through raw efficiency. Her bonded Courtship is called avaLance, in the approximate shape of a Pelican Eel with dangerous jaws and a plasma cannon in the center, energized by drawing in all the surrounding heat. Spitting up and gnawing on more debris and parts to store it, which can sometimes include very risky fissive material to projectile swat onto enemies. Often, the trash thrown in the way of the enemy itself has primitive weaponry and ai, like hurling Titanium Elementals at enemies through a catapult, but instead of magical constructs it's AI guided missiles and weapon platforms and plasma balls. Avalanche Tac Doc Fluff For the first time in forever... She's titled Cascade for a reason. Build up a significant amount of magic, and in more recent times technology, cannons, raw masses of metal and meteor. Put them into place swiftly, scope your enemies out. Hit things with overwhelming force with an emphasis on damage. The chill that comes from haphazardly setting ships to suck the heat out of everything can delay certain strategies, especially from those less knowing or capable of working within the environments. However, war is a zero sum game, and dampening the environment with technologies and magics to pull energy and reutilize it into weapons is a win-win. A strategy centered around the Avalanche doctrine tends to use forces comprised of large disposable and low cost low life manned crewships with segments of elite strike forces to slam the most damage into the enemies that are stunned and prone to making mistakes in novel circumstances. The mass of gears spiraling across the mountains, moving steel, fashioning bars. Little shadows of plants and sealife pulling their weight, constructing trucks to construct cranes to construct walls to construct a base. These hilltops, once comparatively barren but for stone and wind, not hold a mass of infrastructure, one that spreads far past the literal holdings and cut of mountainscape that have been sequestered for the Basu-Rahman to stay at. Underground locomotion. Above ground towers and wires. A literal jungle of steel, fashioned in the shape of plants, looking a dull steel gray yet so vibrant and full of life. Thousands of tendrils and hands pour out from a central mass. The tree like organism roars with magma, molten energy from the core of Sansar, pouring out like maple syrup from the edges and holes to feed the leaves. All the industry would be a slow process, were one to observe it from above. Yet there is something metaphysical about this utterly mundane work, as the structures build higher and higher. One would expect waste, but there is no steam or compost or excess. All of it, in one way or another, gets folded into the work. Carbon is carbon, life is life. "Lord Titania." The processes slow, the giant gears, several the size of a human apartment complex, turn their attention like eyes onto her. It is Cascade, a Moonman who despite being a sorcerer and a powerful admiral in her own right, is dwarfed by the presence formulating here. She stands before the tree webbing of steel, baring a grin and crossed arms. The larger effigy, meanwhile, has a voice over speakers, and a mixture of genuine roots with steel wires that coils around the admiral. "... why do you call me lord?" "Because nothing else will get your attention. The Fiorid nobility is contesting our control of the mountains and the lands beyond, they're shifting their war front back from the moon to contest our reaches." "Do they march on us here? Now?" "No, b-" "Then I will deal with it later." "For Talan-stop playing with your toys! We have a war to fight, you need to be up to date! You've already built the thing weeks ago and you said you'd see to the war later then." "The fact that you think this is done is precisely why I am spearheading this project personally. Your wars of dirt can wait. I constructed dear Zee to help with the more mundane administration, while I handle the cosmic matters. You know it takes me hours to shift states, and days to truly get into a rhythm." "And the House Of Fire is involved." The gears slow. "They aren't messing around. They're bringing a fleet bigger than ours, though we'll see about better. We need you to be updated on the situation." "... very well. We will discuss in six hours, when the stars are bright. I have some final adjustments to add, some things to shorthand if I am truly to leave things in this semi complete state, plus the usual time to become merely little Titania again." Coronal Catalogue of Duelists It's time to do a lovely little segment of planetvision involving the most elite fighters of weapon cultures gathered from across the globe. I and many other Moonmen regard there to be higher arts such as meditation and magic, but a whole lot of you folk fight with sticks and stones and broken bones. So for those of you who don't have words to hurt people, here you go. We're going to be broadcasting the duels between several Zelfs and other combatants in miniature competitions for fun, displaying and deducing together who would win a death battle!* *Not actually a battle to the death. The empire is willing to come spectate and come investigate these methods of war, we know you rich people want to donate, but are too shy to even be seen linking up to my personal page. Our Zelfs have the finest in medium scale field arts shown from around the globe, conjured from the fallen who were beaten in quite unfair methods. Pick your favorite! We'll be handing out rewards to the flashiest fighters that win the polling at the end, so that way you can be sure they'll give a spectacular show. I gave the warnings. I plastered the signs. All ye intruders on this week of slumber for my lady Titania shall receive what's coming. We can't display her wholesome events, but some of my more ... hideous and gruesome associates can show you exactly how we deal with high level crimes. Not directly done by or endorsed by me, Holly, personally, the Heliotrope Broadcast is a wholesome and chill place that is a relaxing alternative to , and I don't have the stomach to do much of what's pictured. Rated PC-M for Passcode-Mature (Passcode Mature being a rating which means you need to provide evidence of being above the age of consent to view this content as well as a modest monetary payment, and that it is a magical one-time viewing directly to said person.) Welcome welcome! After years of steady work on the smaller scale, we are proud to introduce Helios Hospice to the general public. An organization built on delivering medical care to soldier and citizen alike. Each Moonman within having sworn an oath of non-interference with wars going on, on a mission whose designed express purpose is bringing the injured and dying to safety and optimal condition. We will be visiting battlefields across the orbits in a more official capacity, during battles rather than after battles, and bearing emblems of identification. We have already saved thousands of lives, and that's just the start, because our medical improvement plans don't stop at just picking bodies off the space-floor. We have a comprehensive, long lasting mission to ensure the brightest future imaginable for all of Tekhum. Together, we can make a change. Helios Hospice is a subsidiary of Heliosphere Enterprises. Non-interference oaths are temporary, limited scope to official wars involving one or more Elect, time restricted with continual monthly renewal. Helios Hospice bears no legal responsibility for deaths, injuries, or other abnormalities occurring during or after their operations. Individuals have first pick of where they are delivered to upon recovery, Helios Hospice has no obligation to deliver anyone to a final location against their will. All gathered cadavers are property of Helios Hospice. Smaller scale hospice operations will continue during times and places without major wars, and terms may vary slightly or significantly from those presented for wartime operations. Those receiving clerical care from Helios Hospice may be subject to oaths including but not limited to the oath of non-interference. Those receiving clerical care will be excised from the battlefield and brought to clerical centers. The Basu Rahbellion Special attention will be given to the alliance the Soom Clan whips up to put down the revolting citizens. Coverage will be wide spread, and while we hold out hope that truth and honor will prevail, the brutal truth is that such things may not be likely. We rushed production on Helios Hospice to have it be ready for this senseless slaughter, ready to protect as many people as possible. No, we will not have Helios Hospice act against nonviolent enemy wounded. Yes, we will be broadcasting the event as much as possible. Stay tuned for more updates. Releasing soon: New wargame maps based on all the tactical information and regions gathered up from observations. Coming both in hyper realism, where the relative advantages come into play of each side, and balance patch, where you can play as each faction in a pvp matchup! Cassst your own sssnnaaaking sssspelllssss. Maraud all over the place. Play as the explosive Khylokians and banebust all over your enemies.

The couple representatives of the Purifiers are comparatively quiet in their watchings of the proceedings. Unlike previous times, there is little for them to say, and they make their documentation elsewhere. They do mark an Against vote in regards to the 'freedom of religion' act, for obvious reasons. Converting outside Sansar is a thing that the Purifiers might want done, even if only in their own lands outside Sansar. Though spreading Coedd elsewhere would be a bonus on top of that, because the religion itself is appreciated.

Keon was pretty well feasted at this point, but also well worn. Looking very much battle torn and more like a bleeding monster out of a game than the knight they started as, rapier stuck out of the neck from the previous opponent. They yank it from the hilt and levy it at their opponent, their own weapons comparatively broken. So kind of the fallen to lend their aid like this. With a lunge, the conflict is on. Unfortunately, the bleeding, the scathing, the murdering and feasting and any number of other adjectives had taken their toll. The wound of the rapier bled out, and in the conflict that followed Keon faltered, finally suffering an ill fate. At least for the glory of their kingdom, it was a loss to an honorable represenative... rep, resenatative, rep, represen...tative

Murderous intent indeed, from both participants in the struggle. Keon was looking to score some bloodshed proactively.... but this would have to do. Turns out being flat on back from the way they were devouring the last combatant had disadvantages, and so it took a moment to hop up and throe thineself at the next foe. And it turns out, they feast some more, the rapier strikes true, finding a way through the armor to stick out and pierce what might be some part of the neck. Yet the rampaging melted luminescent dark knight continues onwards, mixing blood from before with nanomachines from the new as the flesh continues to rend. "And another one bites it! Or should I say, is bitten, ey? Eeehy? Neon's handling the thrashing well and ripping things up, the dark horse may just win this one folks, but even if not, he's gonna bring glory to t-wHAT-"

"Well, let it be done." The warrior, still reeling, feels the presence of something around him. Rather, the tendril arms on the back do, which have their own limbs and claws. Thrusting backwards into a lunge like a wild beast, past the falchion to rip and tear and rend... ... the opponent, getting past that weapon. The man seems almost limp at this point, burnt and wavering, and it's the thing on the back doing the true fighting at this point. Gnawing and gnashing like an octupus crinking up a squid, gruesome and savage and getting blood all over. The knight sizes up everyone else while his back armament has its feast.

Neon, meanwhile, glared. Prepared for this fight, levying weapons and tendrils both. The man shaped person was glancing at another target, but the challenger interrupted it relatively mid stride. There seemed a smile beyond the mask, surely some measely sun and flash wouldn't... And yet, it did. Scalded by the attack, and with the armor melting but still there, the knight tries in futility to strike at Aki. But the hits and long lashes and pokes of the tendrils go wide, and more importantly aren't far enough to hit the throwing range weapon. Keon isn't quite out, but things are looking grim.

There's a bold, new competitor that comes into the ring. A man, strong and slender, almost more like a stereotype of an above average human than anything else, steps in. There's something on his back, there's the donning of armor, and really before "The Keon Nnight" steps in. The armor is pitch black like the stars, but it seems as though there's a rainbow attempting to escape from underneath the suit. Really it's only the Snaking Snews hovering around that anybody knows what this mysterious challenger looks like underneath that armor. He rises something up and states... a thing in words, but not in words. People couldn't hear it, but they understood. "For glory." The weapon of choice seems to be a giant glaive, and some mechanical tentacles sprouted from the back. Mechanics? Okay so Mil stat's at 3, and this is a powerful person, but deliberately handicapping and shelling up (partly to make things narratively make sense, partly because the gender-ambivalent friend here is Just Like That. So I think rolling at 2d6+3?

Several comers visit. There's nothing especially notable, and if the royals show up they aren't here yet. But they have a delighted time. Picking at this or that science bits. There was lots of oohing and aahing, even at the parts that weren't impressive. At one point, a small set of magical fireworks goes off, thankfully, far into the air, and somebody is given a minor scolding for getting too overzealous with the magic.

Glorious Purifiers Ruler: Titania Diplomacy: 8 Military: 6 Economy: 3 Faith: 2 Intrigue: 8 Stat Growths +1 Mil, +1 Int Ground Units: 3 Space Units: 4 Ground units defend whatever tps necessary to resist sacks. Treasure Paperwork Spending 2 Treasure on actions, Gaining 1 Treasure from income. Expected Net Change 4 > 3 Actions Dip: Raise Rep 2>3 BRG Roll = 21 (Spend 1 Favor Raise Rep 3>4, to become Partner Of The Board) Seventy two notes, played on the strings of souls. Seventy two thousand troops, aboard the habor. Seventy two hours drawn within the liminal space where dreams become transparent. Mil: Raise Space Unit Mil: Raise Space Unit Orchestrate Space Opera. Not just for the renown, but to be capable of demonstrating solid aerial superiority through the orbit of Sansar and beyond. With the (possible) death of Neon, kicking up the Illusion Brigades en masse is a big deal, as well as mechanizing every manner of Kaiju possible. Not only that, but sailors of the stars start to really form up their prowess and practice elite fighting tactics in ways that only a set of sorcerers could dare to attempt. Boarding actions and clashes within Sansar orbit and within empty regions of space (with more on lookout duty for 'interruptors') become more common, as well as broadcast for popularity and entertainment. Int: Coerce TP 3 of Charmed Textiles in Region 42 The people demand more. More security. More lucky charms. More magic. We shall give it to them. Int Secret Non-Actions Give economic support for any nation with a capital on Sansar to buy TP 2 of Unblemished Wreckage. As part of an economic boon and mixing (and the people of the Moonsoul Mountains learning what economy 'is', they open themselves up to visitors and decide to engage some of their wilds diving relations to those from the outside. Of course, any Zelfs in the production chain will remain independent as per the First Zociety Charter, but parts of the chain unrelated will ferry to whoever else comes. Technically, people are allowed to try doing wilds delving. Practically, Moonsoul Mountains and Glorious Purifiers will not be held accountable for any strange or lethal incidents that occur within the Danger Zones. The faith of Coedd is one that many of the sorcerer people atop the mountains have taken to, and established a hybrid between their own mixed faith and that of Coedd. It's not too different from the adaptation processes they've done with other legends they've yanked into their fold, although with Coedd the process is more pervasive and intense. But the edits essentially boil down to: Cultivate Plants. Yeah that's about it. (most) Plants don't have souls in the same way that humans, jy'mar, and other species with higher order intelligence do, but they can be grown and provide bounty all the same. There's quite a bit of magic surplus, and over the years of this symbiosis, an equivalent of "oxygen-carbon dioxide" exchange makes both happier than they would be alone. The Zelfs benefit too, simple flowers growing in the hospitals help tend to and nourish their weary, bleeding souls. Speaking of... The first signs of aging hit Zelfs. Energy gets lower, dipping down to an average of 0.94 for a Zelf aged fifteen years. Their skin takes on less luster and more plain rust. Cognitive capacities slightly decline. Little bits of damage here and there accrue from exertion and overexertion. Maintenance hospitals start to set up within the outskirts of the Moonsoul Mountains, as discussion of this problem begins in earnest. Moonmen, Origins The beginning of our society can be traced back to roughly right after the bombardment era. Our magic radiation was setting in, and the original people of our age were humans. Most of whom left our ancestral home, fled to other regions of the world. They aren't what we would consider Moonmen. What makes our tradition and heritage is those who stayed. Links provided to historic details, from people who know a lot more than me. The first generation had to abandon more and more of the physical limitations to survive in this climate. Even the mountains themselves have some residual, although you wouldn't know it because over the centuries it has been shoveled off to create livable habitats. If it was in the condition today that it was back then, humans might have been able to survive there. As it was, we needed to adapt. Second generation Moonmen took on a whole new physiology, staying essentially human but building the suits necessary to survive into their skin, their bones. This transitioned on to third generation and beyond, where we added in magic mixtures and figments of imagination to allow the thriving of bodies that now could survive with it. Now our physiology is sufficiently altered that the rituals are required to produce new offspring. We used something akin to the original to massage within the Moonsoul Mountains to pour out our Zelfs, because acting as a part of the elect we need more people than just us weary survivors. Of subtle ingredients and trade secrets I cannot share. But I can share some generalities, and help visitors get boarded in, if willing to visit Select Areas. BCC Inquisition (Friend Making Yay) Welcoming in the BCC to the one region 44, the Moonsoul Mountains works well. There'll be relatively three rough 'sections' of places one can visit (it gets a lot more complicated but it roughly breaks down to:) The Wilds The Zelf Colonies The Moonsoul Mountains The BCC would be freeily allowed to come in and talk to the Zelfs within their colonies and within their society. It's moderately free, and they've worked out something akin to a democracy or anarchy or whatnot. The Zelfs were all born within the past twenty or so years, and so are forming a society. They've just begun to really enter with trade for outsiders, and with the introduction of the Union currency, have discovered and started things up for barter. The mages atop the mountains help them where possible in a lot of ways, and they are called to and help in turn. They technically are free to go and roam the lands or the stars, but so far relatively few have chosen to do so, they seem quite happy with the situation as it is. Partly because as long as the sorcerers get what they desire and need (and as long as there isn't rampant crime or murder or whatnot) they're pretty content to let the Zelfs run amongst themselves as they please. Within the Wildlands are a lot of monsters and kaiju and magical radiation. While the BCC will be allowed to roam freely, there will be escorts and even with an escort safety cannot be *purely* guaranteed. These areas are largely unpopulated though spare excavation crews that do work pulling out the wreckage, figuring out safe lines of travel to get around the region and especially outside it, and sometimes Moonmen going into it for various purposes. It's (probably) largely irrelevant to their purposes. The Moonsoul Mountains themselves are where the small tribes of sorcerers lived for centuries before all this elect stuff. They in comparison have a relatively small set of things, and it really is like seeing a small society dug out of the past. At least, it was, though computers and meme culture and other things have gotten to it and made them considerably more interesting and varied. Zelfs are allowed here, and often they traverse around, but relatively few do so full time. It's kind of an ancestral home for the original peoples here, though any visitation and look around these areas, while welcomed and shown around, will always be done under intense scrutiny. With all the dead in the wake of the carnage last turn, the civilian population has taken a dip. The humanitarian efforts continue over in Veehra, though slow down as the wars slow down and less people wind up dead there. Recentering more within the local orbits and the outskirts of the (former) corvee labor specifically. It is estimated one in every eight of the "slaves" had died or gone missing, and the survivors are given condolences. Some even move onto Sansar to live in little colonies. The Moonmen work to spread good images and get a social grasp of situations is on the rise. The Moonmen are finally starting to hit an era where they work on their social image and understand and begin integrating properly into the community at large. Holly Hakurei Heliotrope reporting in from my native homeland, the wildlands! The armies of the House Of Fire come to our shores, having the gall to come to my literal house! The Soom Raiders strike at our economic interests, and where they fail even more marauders pick up and blot out the sun. Look at what they need to do to mimic a fraction of our power! Dozens and dozens of fleets stampeding all over like a furious kaiju, and for what? A handful of Moonmen fended the majority off like, well, a furious impotent kaiju, and we took our price too. All without a single sorcerer casualty. Pathetic. ... Zelf casualties are higher. Our sponsor today is setting up a memorial service for the fallen, both foreign and domestic. We're cutting to them now, in 3, 2, 1... Backstage Basu Preparations I'm glad you all could join me for my preparations. Seventy two sparks of inspiration will be sufficient, it's a number fond to my heart. I'll be heading off soon and no, not even premium subscribers will be able to be in the room where it happens. But before I go, I'll leave you with a little song. Sparks, come join me, it sounds something like this... War Against Organizations WOAH. Are you seeing this? For the second time in the same year, the-it's all crumbling. Look at them go. Can the Basu Rahmans survive this onslaught? The Maharaj's Dream is sure to land, and the enemies are SURE to come stalking it! Releasing September 31st, the new map pool featuring the theorized insides of the Maharaj's Dream, the skies of Ophon, the bass of Badal! Play out your war dreams here, see if you can save the corporate overlords. Or.... destroy them. Featuring song tracks from the albums Emperor's Groove, Inside Out, and Big Corsair C-, graphics uploaded from the latest 4d prime novels, and so much more! "Really, the fables can be anything. Just look at Jenny here." "I hate my life." "Don't mind her, she's a jokester. One time the Moonmen council decided to make some pretend fairy tales up on purpose and then see if they could use that to infuse and create a new Moonman. And look where we are, my precious baby. What a darling~" "The Moonmen have an occasional propensity to get too caught up in the question of whether they could to consider whether they should." "But no, I'm... glad to exist. Certainly a better cut of the deck than the poor survivors we shipped for treatment to the United Houses of Senkar, did you know there are people born with painful defects that don't get fantastic cosmic power attached? Besides, I got off easy, just look at Tita-And we'll be back after a word from our sponsor! Who is... currently on... fire why are you on fire you knew we were going to do a snappy surprise transition don't you do this to m-" Holly paces uncontrollably, having her full attention on this battle now, an event she had been leaving shoutcasting to for Jenny. Holly was always more of a smooth jazz type of girl more than a heavy metal, and when she did go for blood it wasn't like this. Still, the presence of this mysterious challenger proved to get qui-"Oh you better be using a shell you squid-brain! Disappear for a decade, show up again, now you're doing this?" "Shell?" One of the people with her asks. There'd been some connections with the BCC and occasional onboarding of pirates to peer in. One would like to say it was because the BCC were taking a cultural interest, but it's actually because Holly was running the largest E-Sports tournaments on the scene and their culture was an internet one that happened to produce the largest competitors. "Yeah, like, another body, a fleshling to fight in their stead with their blessing and power. They shouldn't be risking their own soul for something as stupid as this." "You mean like... a slave." "wh... no. Neon Light Illusion was always wound up about that free will junk. I mean, I care, kinda, but like they cared in the way that your folk seem to care. We argued about it from time to time, honestly had a real big fight about it before they disappeared and I never got to..." The girl exhales a sigh. "Anyway, no, Neon wouldn't be using a puppet unless they expressly agreed to it. Which is why I'm worried they didn't." "Neon, is he one person, or multiple? You keep saying they like..." "They're nonbinary. ... okay Jenny I'll explain what that means later right now I need to track this coreclown down, get back to shoutcasting."

"The effect would be described more as cohabitation than as losing ground. Our magic and ways are not lost, and even should my attempts here fail to say the name, the ways of things that are deeper than the names we as souls place upon them will remain. It would be a rare... sorcerer, as the layelf might describe our kind, that would say they have cast off our ways. As for the distinctness of the demonstration... it is meant to be more than mere power, but a culmination of self actualization. The ways that one could induct themselves, and emotions and mental states through conveyances to create an understanding on a deeper level. It would also depend on what path one wants to walk, whether enlightenment of the internal self... or exacting change on the external world around. Many have found purpose, and while I do not expect everyone to be convinced, if only a handful see the demonstrations and decide to start on the path, I would be willing to guide and call the measure a success."

Titania makes chatter with a few people, several in fact. By a good ways in she's managed to get some tasty delicacies and songs to list, and learned quite a bit about performance. All in all peeking at the eccentricities is its own thing, and she schedules in for later, not for now, some time to go Snaking Snews to chat it up. Probably things that she's not allowed to drink, but she doesn't mind. Her physiology doesn't allow her to get drunk like that. A while later, a drunk Titania laughs it up with some of the racers and a painter, who is very good at high quality speed painting, managing to get some well drawn uniques done, and even to suggest some poses and images.

Many of the Moonsoul Mountains have adopted Coedd, at least in name, and have made friends with the goddess tree in a way that is, thankfully, not the submission that other religious nations have to their religion. But Coedd already has her representatives here. This woman is here to represent the old ways. The true ways of the Moonsoul Mountains. Ancient traditions. Clad in simplistic silks of blue coloring, her eyes ablaze, she takes her stand at the podium. "Greetings. My name is Bob. I will give a steady dissertation on the stances of the Hundred Hands." She begins to weave her magic, conjuring up texts and sigils that float around her, and they seem to offer up a sixth sense, seventh? Something that makes it inherently able to read them. She's down on the ground, eyes closed, knelt and hands planted. Around her are a dozen ethereal hands that present these things that give an intuitive understanding. Persevere. Tranquility. Force. The way of everything. It's hard to translate into words the soothing measure of the supernatural that is there, but a slow if surface understanding can be measured. Some form of tracing and one of the hands goes over, emphasizing certain points, in similar nature to a speaker going over particular points of a power presentation. A path to transcending and the power and happiness that can be found within. Eventually, she raises herself up. Giving a bow and a smile for her expression of devotion and belief, the woman named Bob steps down to cede the floor, and questions, if need be.

Region 8 - Ophion, The Homeocrown History A people isolated from the world, talking exclusively to them through cameras and tvs and the interplanet. It is a society that was barely functioning even before with a surprisingly high population count, but exposure to the outside has caused this count to fall quite a bit. Fall and fall and fall, dropping down in merely the several years since conquering to under half its population before. Which really it was overpopulated before and people didn't quite have healthy lifestyles, but it's still a bit of a disaster that has accelerated the issues provided. Within their isolated bubbles and delusions of grandeur, these people have a significant difficulty dealing with the literal and figurative popping of their bubble for outsiders to stride inside. Geography Lots and LOTS of bubbles. So much, like you wouldn't believe. It fills the air and the sky with every inch, and in each one lives more people than you'd have expected out of a region. The groundwork is artificial with Cubic Masonry, and even further beyond that it is rounded out. Ships traverse and round out, it slightly circles but always remains in this specific sector of Badal. The usually filthy air is purified to an unreasonable degree on the inside, for some types of creatures it almost hurts to breathe in. The natural denizens are used to it, of course. It's actually something of a problem now that the region is opened up enough to let outsiders in, and there's even cases of people that have died from the lack of properly held oxygen in their lungs. People Lizzers. Lizzers and humies. In normal speak, humans and lizardfolk. The lizards are more elite, and the humans are lower class, but there's variety in both. It's a bit of a splash of society, insular, almost monarch like. There is a deliberate 'I'm the best' mythos presented here, and the humans play along and adopt characteristics of the shorter lizard folk. Famous lizards once upon a time even invented technologies, different things that reach out and splash everywhere, and their culture involves proving oneself through measures and metrics. It's not a super rigorous procedure though, self congratulatory natures of everything along with mandated religions make it shockingly easy to keep people compliant. They do enjoy their festivities though, and despite everything being silo'd, entertainment finds a way, making basic internet and television a central part of the culture. To the point where Snaking Snews and Basu-Rahaman and even the Heliotrope Broadcast, find their way into the lingo of the people here. Government Mimes. Mimes. All the mimes. So many mimes. It makes up the government, ever since people learned how to communicate through symbols and tvs and automated things the religion of Homeostasis has taken over, making motion minimal. There is no specific reason it seems that things have turned into mimes, or why this is a central part of the government, but that's how it is. They sure like their black and white makeup, and that is a rare thing that breaks through the quarantine measures. The rest of the governmental natives are the lizards, who insist that they are the best. They're the ones who invented the sun, after all. The emperor is secretly one of them, but nobody bothers with proving that, they just take the propaganda as self evident. Their central locations are nuclear silos, old factories that made it the old fashioned way, which have been refurbished for people to live within. They're some of the biggest areas that don't have walls infesting their designs splitting things into subrooms, allowing many of them to gather and talk about how great their culture and media is. Maybe the mimes have it right. Maybe they shouldn't be talking. Religion Universal Homeostasis The religion of nullification. Pausing. Emptiness. The dominant force within the region, and part of the reason that things aren't as bad as they could be, but that they also aren't as good as they could be either. Freezing and inaction provide many different benefits, and with this religion it is an actual art form. Mimes are quite a good cultural thing here, and they even hold some positions of government. Force fields and walls are the specialty, and Cubic Masonry is a technology that these people have developed quite early on. This has advanced into spacecraft too, although with said spacecraft they have remained insular. Durable like a nintendo gameboy, though, which is really the best way to describe most of their construction. Universal Apootosis The religion of cell death. Everything must progress towards implosion, which avoids the greatest evil known as 'cancer'. It's something to avoid, along with the outside intoxicants. Somewhat of a cult that causes people to die after a set period of time, and one that has seen an uptick in recent years due to the traumas. As well as a weird belief that because of more people coming in to help with labor shortages, the people must even out the population. Of course, there are positives to this religion too, such as a focus on enjoying life as you have it and peace. An exceptional set of care for people at the end of life and ability to enjoy things in the time they have left. A lack of needing to pay for social security because of said lack of aging issues. A set of cells and minor bit of magic involving the literal splitting of 'atoms', which helps power things such as the scrubbers, making nuclear batteries quite a treat for these people. There's also Paragonism, which is about being a good person and reaching your ideals or whatever. But they're such a minority so nobody cares about their little cult. Resource Resource: Atmospheric Scrubbers [Spacecraft / N/A] Scrub scrub scrub the force fields near the edges of the colony. These planes are real good at that, and practically able to go into space themselves with the right measure. They have to constantly scrub around the bubbles of the area to let sufficient sunlight in to power some of the cells, and this has been done so much that there's a surplus of planes to go around, to sell, to give to whatever people. Which in large part is currently the literal Psycho Capitalists. It pays well and at least on an economic level has everything going squeaky clean. Desired Import: Labor The quarantines have always made it hard for people to go outside and do work, and the recent collapse and downturn of population have made it even more so. More than ever, people to do basic functions of society are necessary, the ins and outs of living and delivery. It's a mass thing, not quality but quantity, plus, somebody's gotta handle all of the filth and disease of everything.