Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|
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				Title: <strong>Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brazen Endeavors</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 08:29:14</strong>
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				Onar - The city of Onar houses, among other things, the Sentinel stronghold called Wisdom Tower.&nbsp; It is also known as the focal point for imports from other worlds/dimensions.&nbsp; As a starting point for most of the population, it is a cultural hub, a hodge podge of beliefs and views.&nbsp; Hidden by rings of defending walls, further shrouded by the Begotten Woods surrounding it and spilling from Onareis Mountain range, it has been long recognized as unconquerable.<br><br>Wisdom Tower - Dominating the skyline of Onar is the architectural wonder of Wisdom Tower.&nbsp; Gleaming white stones mined from the mountain ranges climb stories high, dwarfed only by&nbsp; the peaks with which it was built.&nbsp; The first two floors are dedicated to the operation of Gates and organization of the newly arrived. The next two floors have been designated as temporary living quarters mimicking a variety of conditions commonly found on other planets/dimensions and preferred by their sentient races.&nbsp; The fifth floor houses other resources for newcomers, including dining areas and terrace, relaxation, work out, and common areas.&nbsp; Above that is off-limits to all but the employed and trusted, though it is relatively known that the upper levels belong solely to the Einaj and Dohl.&nbsp; There are also rumors of subterranean levels, but no one has confirmed this.<br><br>First Floor expanded:&nbsp; High ceilings dominate the lobby, notable only for its size.&nbsp; Tile is well scuffed by years of use.&nbsp; Windowed cubicles line one vast wall, usually manned at all hours to process an influx of newcomers.&nbsp; Dotting the room are few desks with chairs, though most workers tend to canvas the lobby on foot, clipboards in hands or claws.&nbsp; They are identifiable mostly by their white caps, decorated by sashes of red and highly visible even among the interesting arrival of such varied..&nbsp; clientele.&nbsp; A second story is partially in place -- a narrow walkway along the outer regions of the room, with stations spaced at the northern end.&nbsp; Few people catch a glimpse of the array of monitors, keyboards, and other equipment that compose the outer controls of "Sentient Gates".&nbsp; These transport rooms are generally what people imagine when they speak of gates in general, with the safe room in place to receive the rift's victims.<br><br>Adarin G. Calbria Medical Center - Neighboring the tower is a sprawling multilevel complex renowned for its use of advanced technologies and gifted magics.&nbsp; Calbria also harbors a small university, training healers in house to join the staff or dispatch elsewhere in the world.&nbsp; It is named for Sentinel Calbria, who in the early days of Onar created controversy by refusing orders and treating the small army of Baltrax, who had been nearly slaughtered in the early days of Sentinel rule and expansion.<br><br>Dalamaticus Library - On the other side of Wisdom Tower resides the First Library of Sagacia.&nbsp; Also large and sprawling, this "library" serves as an informal University (as apprenticeships are preferred by many of Sagacia) with conference rooms, class rooms, and, of course, a vast repository of written knowledge.&nbsp; Among the prominent who appear there to share their experiences, some Sentinels have been known to volunteer their time to teaching.<br><br>Einaj Road - This northernmost road, aside from connecting the three largest buildings in Sagacia, also boasts assorted storefronts to appeal to newcomers.&nbsp; It's a riot of colors and goods; a display of a very diversified culture.<br><br>Karrina Markets - Farther from Wisdom Tower is Karrina markets, composed of storefronts and street vendors both.&nbsp; This loosely controlled chaos holds rumors of an underground market.&nbsp; Named for Karrina, a mysterious woman early in Onar's history who forged an impressive monopoly through methods both legal and not.&nbsp; While her monetary empire has long toppled, her legend remains in the cutthroat dealings of merchants on this street.<br><br>Crimson District - Nearing the bay are an assortment of lower end housing, bars, and warehouses.&nbsp; This area thrives on visiting sailors come to load their barges for the trip down river to Baya.<br><br>Nimlim Bay - The shallow, man-forged bay with an outlet down Nimlim River, to the coastal town of Baya.&nbsp; Named for the leader of the Crimson Circus, about which little is known aside from their penchant for trouble.&nbsp; An early pirate fleet, and one of the first dispatched by the Sentinels.<br><br>First District - On the opposing side of town is the "original city" of Onar, where the oldest and grandest homes were built.&nbsp; Most notable here is the Tavern of B.O.B., which lays just on the outskirts of the First District.&nbsp; This upscale eatery is owned by a small egotistical blue man with a small elephant's trunk, full name Bartoleminon Oraphelius Bibosikowitz.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><div align="center">__________</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Links:</strong></span><br><br><strong>Recruitment Thread</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132170.0)<br><br><strong>OOC In Game Discussion</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157199.0)<br><br><strong>OOC Chatter</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157200.0)<br><br><strong>OOC Character Sheets</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.0)<br><br><strong>City Of Onar (IC)</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157201.0) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brazen Endeavors</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 08:30:23</strong>
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				Her riotous world of dreams ended with a steadily sounding, not quite strident, alarm.<br><br>Sephia Terranj, Dohl Sentinel, slowly shed her layers of slumber to reawaken, staring blankly at the shadow swathed ceiling overhead.&nbsp; Her thoughts were disjointed, as tangled as the sheets bunched around her legs.&nbsp; But she remembered the nubian man, his infectious grin.&nbsp; Were they fighting or making love?&nbsp; Either way, the dream caused her heart to race.<br><br>Reflexively, she reached over to stroke the empty place beside her, cold and untouched for many long weeks.&nbsp; She didn't begrudge the fact, but couldn't quite squelch an inkling of disappointment.&nbsp; Of course, her husband was one of the few who could traverse the gates at will, and did so to handle their personal affairs both here and abroad, so his presence was infrequent.<br><br>Still, gods above, she missed him.<br><br>Oh, right...&nbsp; alarm.<br><br>Groaning, the raven-capped woman rolled over.&nbsp; Lissome arms corded in scars and muscle stretched overhead, and upon downfall one extended outwards, allowing fingers to grace a panel just beside her bed.&nbsp; Far wall soon lit up, a brief flash of glowing blackness before displaying the urgent message.<br><br>...ABNORMAL ANOMALIES IN SOUTHERN QUADRANT... RIFTS OCCURRING WITH GREATER FREQUENCY... RED LEVEL THREAT DETECTED...<br><br>...END MSG...<br><br>Seph scanned over the message twice before rolling out of bed.&nbsp; With greater sense of urgency, she plucked a plain black silk robe from dresser's surface and wrapped it around nude form.&nbsp; The male robe was far too large, but she simply belted it tightly and gathered excess material at her waist to avoid trailing ends, then tapped at the display again to enable an audio connection.<br><br>"Good morning, Dohl Terranj.&nbsp; How might I assist you?"<br><br>"Time check, please.&nbsp; And connect me to Scans manager on duty."<br><br>"Certainly.&nbsp; The time is 0317.&nbsp; Connecting..."<br><br>A peculiar. almost bird-like warbling soon filtered over speakers, following Seph as she departed her bedroom and headed towards the small but serviceable kitchen.<br><br>"Yes, I received your message, Penchek.&nbsp; Are you routing the information to my office?"<br><br>"CooOOoo, mnnaah coooOOoo," came the clear reply.<br><br>"Good.&nbsp; Keep monitoring the situation and report to me if there are any changes.&nbsp; Direct the Guard to stand by until further notice.&nbsp; Have we identified the danger rift yet?"&nbsp; She proceeded in the mindless task of retrieving local, caffienated beans to grind and brew, something not unlike coffee but with a nuttier natural flavor.<br><br>"MnaaOOOoo, caaahhh."<br><br>The woman paused at that, midway through adding ground beans to heated water.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; That's not good at all," she mused, then resumed her task.<br><br>She was going to need to prepare for a very long day.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 23:54:00</strong>
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				Senna of the wastes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.msg7208703#msg7208703)<br>Location: Safe room<br>With: nobody<br><br><hr><br>Senna let out a loud shout of dismay as she suddenly jolted upwards from her unconscious state on the ground. The last thing she remembered was running for her life from some sort of weird black hole that was devouring the entire room she was in. She felt her footing slip, and she felt herself get shoved backwards and fall through the black hole, the process apparently rendering her unconscious until she woke up in this... this... uh... this...<br><br>She groaned gently, getting to her knees where she heard some mystic voice in a language that she didn't understand. Where was she? Where in the world did the black hole take her? She didn't understand the voice in the slightest, though this would later be explained due to the fact that Senna's dialect would be unknown to the system, the last time the 'gate' she used had been accessed was generations ago when the people going through it used a totally different language altogether. <strong>"Ughn... What in the..." </strong><br><br>She sat up, rubbing her head gently. She wasn't in much of a mood to try and fight anything off right now, so she figured she'd just play it by ear and see if anything hostile came towards her. She learned from a few of her earlier digs not to try and use violence to solve problems, since such a thing almost cost her her life when she accidentally compromised the structures of a few ruins and damn near brought the entire places down upon her head. As such, she was willing to actually be patient and see where this went, caution was an explorer's best friend when dealing with unknown environments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brazen Endeavors</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 09:37:59</strong>
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				Name: Raznek<br>Species: Ichthoid<br>Location:&nbsp; Safe Room terminal<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Senna<br><br>...SPECIES IDENTIFIED...<br><br>...FILE INCOMPLETE...<br><br>Pebbled lips formed the approximation of a frown.&nbsp; Fleshy, almost fin-like finger extended to tap the screen.&nbsp; Aside from some very basic statistics, the monitor refused to display anything further about this newcomer.&nbsp; <br><br>"Recording five-oh-three-alpha," the creature rasped, then reclined in his seat to watch the small display.&nbsp; His charge merely sat there, as uncomprehending this time as when the first message had been spun.<br><br>"List related dialects," he prompted the screen, but was discouraged almost immediately by flashing line of text.&nbsp; ..NO RELATED DIALECTS FOUND..<br><br>"Fine," he sighed.&nbsp; "Activate universal translator."<br><br>He waited for the initial greeting to play through, then leaned forward and cued another screen with a brush of loosely jointed digits.&nbsp; "Run language adapter program."<br><br>It was always so challenging when something unknown, or close to it, passed through.&nbsp; Reznek sighed again, adjusting the collar at his neck, which held in place small tanks fastened over his gills.&nbsp; He'd have to take a few minutes here to discover some basic information, which probably changed very little over the years, just to record her native language.&nbsp; Just so some linguist could analyze and attempt to reproduce it.<br><br>"Traveler, please state your name, age, and place of origin for the record."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 19:02:55</strong>
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				Maxwell (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.msg7209479#msg7209479)<br>Location: In a district somewhere<br>Tagging: None<br>------------------------------------<br><br>The Dirge Guard had been called in to investigate a rumor that one of the criminal groups in a TL 3 area had managed to acquire higher technology and were using it to establish dominance in their area.&nbsp; As Maxwell and his partner Ceras hid behind a stone building while automatic fire ripped past them, they looked at the crossbows in their hands and the armor they were given.<br>“I think someone has 'done goofed' on this one,” Ceras remarked.&nbsp; “Do you even know how to use crossbows?”<br>Maxwell shook his head, “Fenrir never needed weapons.&nbsp; Not even ranged.”<br>“So what are we going to do then?&nbsp; Back-up won't be for awhile, and we can't stay here forever.&nbsp; They're bound to sweep us while we're pinned and then open fire.”<br>Maxwell shrugged.&nbsp; It was a small hope that they'd be able to take down the five men pinning them down with their weapons.<br><br>“I have a suggestion.”<br>“No,” Maxwell immediately cut in.<br>“You haven't even heard it.”<br>“I already know what it is.”<br>“Oh come on, we know it works.”<br>“No.”<br>“Please, I don't feel like dying today.&nbsp; It's not like you have to worry.”<br>“This is blatant species-ism.”<br>“Come on!”<br><br>Sighing, Maxwell handed Ceras over his crossbow and left the safety of their cover.&nbsp; Their opponents weren't particularly great shots, but their combined burst fire was enough to compensate.&nbsp; Bullets tore into his flesh, the force of their impact staggering him back a bit before pressing forward.&nbsp; The wounds were shallow, and as he strode forward, began to close as his flesh knit itself back together.&nbsp; A bullet fractured his knee and Maxwell let out a grunt of pain but continued his implacable advance, hobbling for a few steps before he regained his pace.&nbsp; Amidst all of the gunfire and the smell of gunpowder in the air, he could hear the shouts of fear and the stench of sweat as the gunmen tried to take him down.&nbsp; They began to shoot for his head, in the hopes of taking him down that way.&nbsp; Bullets took out both of his eyes, and he felt his throat being pierced, but he continued moving forward even as he gulped in horrid sucking breaths.&nbsp; Behind him, he heard the twangs of a crossbow being fired and he smelled blood spray out, followed by another twang and another dead person.&nbsp; Slowly, his vision returned to him, clouded with blood, and he could see their remaining assailants running away.&nbsp; Grunting, Maxwell tore after them, and it was easy to subdue them.<br><br>Looking back at Maxwell, he saw Ceras give him a cheerful thumbs up, “I told you it'd work.”<br>A strangled gurgle came out of him.<br>“Max, what have we talked about speaking when either your throat or lungs haven't healed yet.”<br>Maxwell gave her a dirty look while he waited a few more moments.&nbsp; Spitting out blood and a bullet, he coughed hard to clear his throat before growling at her.<br>“You owe me some damn cheeseburgers.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 19:23:35</strong>
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				Senna of the wastes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.msg7208703#msg7208703)<br>Location: Safe room<br>With: nobody<br><br><hr><br>Senna groaned a little, rubbing her head when she heard the voice ring out. She didn't entirely understand everything that was being said, the words fading in and out between things that she could and couldn't comprehend, though she did get what was important. <em>"... name.... age... place of... record."</em> She sighed, crossing her arms as she leaned back and propped herself up against one of the 'walls' of this weird safe room. This place was getting weirder and weirder, she figured... She never should have touched that damn orb, but she really had no way of knowing that all THIS was going to happen. Was it some sort of teleporter? That most certainly seemed to be the case, but where did it take her? She had heard of far away continents before, lands that were on the other sides of the vast oceans... Had she somehow made it over to them? No, the other continents weren't any different from her own, according to the few diggers with the capability to traverse the ocean.<br><strong>"Why does that matter? If you wanna know though, my name is Senna and I come from Morkath, a village south of the great river."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 19:49:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ka'yara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wisdom Tower Grounds<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None<br><br><hr><br>Ka'yara's organic frame sat on its knees on the grass, resting back on the heels of its feet with its hands folded in its lap and&nbsp; its chin lowered down to the top of its chest. Its eyes were closed as if it was asleep, but the vessel was as still as a statue, not even drawing in breath. The only part of the body that moved was its long, red-orange hair, which was gently blown by the wind from time to time, but rarely left its state of draping behind her back and shoulders. Her clothing did occasionally ripple in the wind, but most if it was covered and protecting by a rigid, plastic-like body armor that, while effectively defending against most blades and bullets, wasn't of much use on a completely unmoving person. That didn't mean Ka'yara wasn't defending herself, though.<br><br>The completely lax vessel was an enticing target for her training opponent, but the other young Dirge Guard recruit had his hands full fighting a practice blade that was coming at him of its own accord. The lady Geist had a massive battlefield advantage at the moment, able to strike at her partner as viciously and as recklessly as she wanted without fear of being hit, so long as she kept him away from her actual body. Of course, it wasn't an impenetrable strategy; after landing several good hits on the other cadet's protected arms and torso, he swung up hard and knocked her blade pretty hard, jarring her enough that she lost control for a few moments and let it fall to the ground. Realizing he had an opening, the cadet gave a battle cry and charged for her vessel, raising his blade up to swing it down at her just as the woman's eyes shot open.<br><br>Flinging herself flat on the ground, Ka'yara put herself under the path of his blade as it swung downward, then rolled straight on forward, using her own body to trip the attacker and make him fall flat on his face with a comical yelp. Jumping up, the redhead dashed over to where her weapon had fallen and snatched it up, just in time to face her rising opponent, a cheerful grin on her face. Just as they were about to begin again, their training officer blew his whistle, forcing Ka'yara to frown that their "game" had ended and give her partner a respectful bow. It was time to return to patrolling and waiting to be called on by the Sentinels, which meant all she could do was walk around and not even talk to any civilians.<br><br>They had promised she would be sent off on "missions" to distant and interesting places soon, but sometimes being on the Dirge Guard could be so <em>unproductive.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 23:05:26</strong>
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				Drieste Sentinel Zilla <br>Location: Wisdom Tower, in her quarters <br>Tagging: Rift alert <br><br>While the majority of Onar lay deep in slumber, one fiercely determined Sentinel was wide awake within her quarters. Hunched over her desk, long perfectly straight black hair, pulled back in a tighter than necessary ponytail, bright and tall light shining over her work. Wires, tools, parts and other metal things cluttered her desk, while what she worked on so tediously sat directly before her in a small clearing; two credit card sized, thin metal devices. Another piece of commonly available equipment from her universe which has proved more than difficult to reproduce here on Sagacia due to lack of certain materials. But at long last she has managed to make two, one for herself, one for Dohl Terranj. They were just the start, if they proved to be as useful as they were in her universe, she'd make them for all the Sentinels. Or rather teach somebody else to make them. <br><br>So intent was she on her work, that the alert coming through almost startled her. A slight twitch of her shoulders and lips tightened as shaded purple eyes slowly glanced over to the screen. Pupils narrowing into cat-like slits. <br><br>She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, then exhaled deeply. Slowly she placed the tool she had in her hand down and reached over to the panel. Index finger pointed and extended to tap, displaying the message.<br><br><strong>ABNORMAL ANOMALIES IN SOUTHERN QUADRANT... RIFTS OCCURRING WITH GREATER FREQUENCY... RED LEVEL THREAT DETECTED...<br><br>...END MSG...</strong> <br><br>She simply raised an eyebrow at the message and glanced down at her almost together devices. "And in the nick of time too." She mused to herself with a grin. <br><br>"Enable audio, connect to scans manager."&nbsp; She told the computer as she resumed her task of putting the final touches on her devices. <br><br>Quickly enough, a loud, squeaky voice that sounded somewhat like a mouse came over the audio. "Weeeeeek keeeek gaaaa geeek." <br><br>"Skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point, Koki." Zilla replied bluntly. <br><br>"Keykey, Meeemeek." Koki replied then continued. "Deeeeeek ceeeeek veybey heeeleeee, kaleeee." <br><br>"Curious. Does anybody have a report up yet?" Zilla asked. <br><br>"Seeeesi, jeeee laaaaa keeeee." <br><br>"Completed or not, forward it to me. What else do you have?" <br><br>"Xeeeeeee neeeee waaaaaaa." Koki said with slight worry. <br><br>"Yes, that is cause for concern." Zilla replied simply, still adsorped into her task. She placed the goggle/glasses on, protecting her eyes, then proceeded to carefully connecting a small panel to the device with a tiny blowtorch. <br><br>So much for the idea of working on that new weapons defense system for the tower today...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 03:46:44</strong>
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				Maxwell (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.msg7209479#msg7209479)<br>Location: Dirge Guard break room<br>Tagging: None<br>------------------------------------<br><br>"I have no idea how you can eat that much."<br>Ceras and Maxwell had come back from their mission and were taking a well-deserved break before resuming the rest of their shift.&nbsp; Mouth full, Maxwell gave her a look of curiosity.<br>"If I ate that much in one go, I'd explode."<br>Swallowing his food down like a snake, Maxwell cleared his throat looked down at the spread in front of him, "This is what all Fenrir eat like after a battle."<br>In front of him were four plates of food, each one dedicated to holding bacon, eggs, toast and slices of fruit.&nbsp; Piled high in a small mound, he was making big strides in wolfing down his meal as quickly as possible.<br>Ceras shook her head, "Seriously, I get that you're big and all, but the hell man?&nbsp; Any time you aren't working, you're eating.&nbsp; You literally eat up your wage don't you?"<br>“... food makes up the majority of my expenses yes.”<br><br>“Well, I'm not going to spend all of my time watching you scarf down food.&nbsp; I'll meet you later.”<br>Exchanging waves, Maxwell resumed his meal while his partner went off to do whatever it was she wanted to accomplish.&nbsp; Stomach growling at the interruption of being filled, Maxwell dove back into meal.
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				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 05:24:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ka'yara<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dirge Guard Break Room<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maxwell<br><br><hr><br>"Hellooo, Maxwell," a soft voice practically sang, sounding practiced and guided, yet with a natural friendliness to it. The relatively new redheaded recruit smiled as she invited herself to the Fenrir's table, taking a seat across from him to watch him it. The process of eating always fascinated her, even though she occasionally had to do it to keep her vessel properly fueled. It was strange that beings of matter should have to consume other matter (sometimes even matter from other beings!) to keep themselves alive and moving. The way she saw, if a matter creature consumed more matter it should increase in size due to the intake, yet she only saw this in a few cases of what she heard was called "fatness," and this seemed to be an undesirable result for most of these people. Maxwell was probably the most intriguing of these cases, which was probably why she insisted on befriending him; how could he continue to consume practically his own body weight day after day after day in "food," and yet still remain the same relative shape and size? It was a mystery she would perhaps never figure out. Of course, people kept explaining that the matter is converted into energy inside the body, but she didn't see Maxwell giving off an light and/or radiation, so she remained skeptical.<br><br>"You don't have to speak, if you're busy eating. I guess your mission must have gone well, though, if your appetite is so large," she speculated. Again, it wasn't something she really understood on any scientific level, but there was definitely a correlation between the Fenrir completing a mission and him coming back to stuff his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 01:12:01</strong>
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				Maxwell (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.msg7209479#msg7209479)<br>Location: Dirge Guard break room<br>Tagging: None<br>------------------------------------<br><br>"Define 'gone well'," Maxwell mumbled around a mouthful of his meal.&nbsp; Ka'yara was one of the few others he had met in Sagacia that found other people alien, though he gathered he probably had an easier time figuring humanity out by virtue of being fleshy like them.&nbsp; It wasn't unusual for others to be unnerved by how much he needed to eat, but she always acted like it was the most interesting ever.&nbsp; Not that he found the attention unwanted, but it was a little weird.&nbsp; Still, she was friendly, and a fellow alien made life here a little easier.<br>"Ceras and I managed to find a cache of illegally imported technology.&nbsp; We also found people willing to use it on us.&nbsp; I was shot a few dozen times before Ceras took two down and I apprehended the other three.&nbsp; It doesn't look like any of those five were the smugglers, so we still need to track down the source."<br><br>The Fenrir shrugged, "But then neither of us are dead and no civilians were killed, so as far as I know, that was a job well done."<br>"What about you?&nbsp; See anything interesting when you went out on patrols today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 04:05:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ka'yara<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dirge Guard Break Room<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maxwell<br><br><hr><br>It looked like Ka'yara was listening with interesting as Maxwell told her about his and his partner's encounter with the criminals, though, in all honesty, she still didn't understand the law system of this new world too well. Where she came from, "morality" and "laws" weren't really a thing, since no one could really harm another when there was no property and no mortality. She nodded, though, since she knew it was supposed to be a good thing when people from their group managed to arrest or otherwise incapacitate the people they were sent after, who were apparently doing harm in one manner or another. "Nothing really. I've just been patrolling around the Tower, mostly," she answered with a carefully timed shrug; such mannerisms still had to be planned out in advance, but she was getting quicker with them.<br><br>"I hope they start sending me out on missions, soon. You and Ceras seem like you have a lot more fun," she said, a bit oblivious of how flesh-and-blood beings felt about combat. "Is it fighting that makes you hungry? Is that a normal response?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AriDarrow</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 04:38:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Unknown<br><strong>Location:</strong> Safe Room<br><br>The rift closed leaving the coal black mannequin like female figure standing there, unmoving. The greeting played, time passed, still no sign of movement. Slowly, the faceless female figure moved, turning her head as if to look around. Stepping gently forward, she neared the wall as she reached out a hand, her fingertips barely touching it as it resounded softly in response. She tilted her head slightly, letting the gentle sound continue but not trying to press any harder.<br><br>Several minutes pass of her just standing there, letting the sound play before she started walking slowly along the wall, her touch never altering in force, never leaving the wall, until she made a complete circuit of the chamber. Seeming satisfied, she moved back to the center of the chamber and stood, motionless, as if waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 02:41:58</strong>
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				Maxwell (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.msg7209479#msg7209479)<br>Location: Dirge Guard break room<br>Tagging: Ka'yara<br>------------------------------------<br>"Fighting makes everyone a little hungry," Maxwell answered around a mouthful of bacon.&nbsp; "For us Fenrir, it makes us incredibly hungry.&nbsp; There's plenty of tales of Fenrir fighting off hundreds of soldiers, only to die a few minutes later from starvation.&nbsp; Amongst ordinary humans, we're terrifying weapons of wars, and to compensate for that, we need to eat a lot of food.&nbsp; Food is fuel after all."<br>He looked at her curiously, "I'm guessing your people never had to eat at all.&nbsp; Someone tried explaining to me just what exactly you were, but it got too complex and I ended up just not paying attention.&nbsp; All I really understood is that you didn't have a body like me or Ceres do, and now that you're in this world, you can kind of inhabit things in order to do stuff."<br>Swallowing his meal, Maxwell shrugged.<br>"Must be kind of nice, not having the same kind of worries."<br><br>It didn't take long before he had downed his meal, and with a subdued burp, stacked the plates on top of each other and put them away.&nbsp; By now, most of the Dirge Guard had gotten used to the quantity of food he was able to put away, but it was still a bit of a unnerving sight to some.<br>"Well, I still have some free time.&nbsp; And I haven't received any orders since this mornings assignment."<br>Maxwell held out a furry clawed hand to Ka'yara.<br>"Did you want to go explore further out beyond the tower?&nbsp; I know that they won't let you do patrols, but it can't hurt to take a look around the area, and maybe see the various sites.&nbsp; So long as we're off duty, or at least on break."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 20:21:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ka'yara<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Dirge Guard Break Room<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Maxwell<br><br><hr><br>A few seconds after Maxwell's assessment of her, Ka'yara gave a quick, stiff nod, one that looked like it had been practiced many times. Needless to say, even after all of this time living in Sagacia, body language wasn't something she was used to controlling. "Yes, I suppose it offers me more freedom when I don't have to worry about eating or sleeping or dying. I have more time to attempt to better myself without those kinds of anxieties. Still, I do feel a little bit deprived. It seems like challenges and struggles are what make organic creatures so different from one another. There's very little individuality among my own race, and not nearly as vibrant a culture as you have," she admitted, brushing her hair back wistfully. "I've wondered often whether I could make myself a mortal body and try to experience life in the same way all of you do."<br><br>The Geist set her train of that aside as the Fenrir offered to explore out beyond the tower and smiled, taking his hand and using his great strength to easily get to her feet. "That would be nice. I've explored this area and the city many times over already, but there are new things to see and new people to meet every time," she agreed, quickly taking some water and a few pieces of fruit before they went on her way. It helped her vessel to remain energetic if she topped off the fuel over the course of the day, even if it needed only a small percentage of what Maxwell ate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 08:07:41</strong>
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				Name: Raznek <br>Species: Ichthoid <br>Location: Safe Room terminal <br>Tagging: Senna <br><br>That was all it took. A few words spoken in her native tongue, and the master system went to work. Analyzing, computerizing, taking apart each sound wave and putting it back together. The universal translator worked a bit differently than the personal translator. But it was a valuable tool for it could do what the personal ones could not. It could learn, and it did. <br><br>When the program finished, the voice once again rasped. "Welcome, Senna, to the planet Sagacia." She would now be able to fully understand the words spoken to her. Each word clearly in her own language. "You have been pulled through an anomaly known as a rift into this world. You are currently in a safe room where new arrivals are sent for first transition." The voice spoke rather bluntly then suddenly stopped. <br><br>He looked at the scans. The weapon she had on her was deemed reasonable. Good. It was always a pain to take them away.<br><br>A drawer opened seemingly out of nowhere in the room. It had what appeared to be an ear piece, an necklace, and a bracelet in it. <br><br>"The drawer has three basic styles of translators. Please choose the one best suited for your needs. There will more attractive options available at a later time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 07:25:38</strong>
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				Senna of the wastes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.msg7208703#msg7208703)<br>Location: Safe room<br>With: nobody<br><br><hr><br>Senna crossed her arms and relaxed up against one of the walls while she waited for the response from the other side of the wall. Of course, she didn't entirely expect for it to start fluidly speaking her language, and then to explain to her just what that crazy black orb was, and where she currently found herself. Curiously, she made her way over to the drawer that had popped out of the wall, and she picked up the necklace before looking at it curiously. "Weird... But I guess I'll just roll with it for now." One of the strengths of the diggers, after all, was their skills in adaptability and versatility. Through a lifetime of traveling through ruined buildings and digging up ancient traps, Senna, and others like her, were extremely talented at rolling with the punches, so to speak, and adapting to new and unusual situations unnaturally fast. She slipped the necklace on without saying a word, since she was still rather confused, and she looked around the room with a curious look in her eye.<br><br>Just how was she going to be getting out of here, anyway?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>07-02-2013, 00:45:31</strong>
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				Name: Raznek and Allu-lop<br>Species: Ichthoid and Rabbeen<br>Location: Safe Room terminal and the hall outside the safe room<br>Tagging: Senna <br><br>The personal translators worked much like a strange fish in one galaxy far, far away. They took in sounds waves and remixed them into sound waves/words that the person who wore them could understand. How the head of Sentinel weapons and technology had managed to convert the technology into necklaces and bracelets and still only work for the person who wore them, was really a strike of genius. After all, the sound did come from the device as one would expect. But rather, the wearer heard the words normally, as if the person speaking was speaking their language.<br><br>"Enjoy you stay in Sagacia." The voice rasped then fell silent. It took a moment, maybe two, but then something started to happen. The seemingly solid wall in front of the woman, began to open. First a line, then as if double doors were there the whole time, the lines began to pull backwards, opening a archway into a long hallway. <br><br>In the hallway, facing the opening, was a very strange creature. Standing before Senna was a pink furry rabbit-like being (http://media-cache-ec6.pinterest.com/upload/156781630747761968_WyhhYqO0_b.jpg) who stood at 7 feet, 8 or 9 with the ears, and appeared to not have any eyes. Though perhaps they were just hidden behind its long hair. <br><br>"Greetings. My name is Allu-lop. I shall be your guide." The creature said in a voice that was a strange cross behind high and low and was hard to tell rather it was male or female.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 19:49:13</strong>
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				Senna of the wastes (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=157202.msg7208703#msg7208703)<br>Location: Safe room<br>With: nobody<br><br><hr><br>Senna simply nodded, smiling a little bit excitedly at the voice as it welcomed her to this place known as "Sagacia". As a digger, Sena had never seen anything even remotely close to this before in her life, so she was extremely excited to leave this room and see exactly what this new world entailed of her. She was sure that she was on the verge of finding all sorts of new and amazing things, things that Diggers had never before even imagined uncovering during their expeditions. However, when the side of the wall opened up to reveal some sort of huge... bunny... thing... Senna couldn't stop herself from letting out a startled yelp and moving backwards a little bit. What the hell <em>WAS</em> this thing? Was this what all the creatures in this new world looked like? That would most certainly take some getting used to, if that was the case. Either way, the look on her face only lasted for a few moments before she straightened up and walked towards the door, nodding a little bit.<br><br>"Right... Okay then..." <br><br>She didn't want to say anything about it, but this thing actually kinda freaked her out a little bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sagacia [Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Exotic] |CITY OF ONAR|</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 20:28:51</strong>
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				Name: Allu-lop (http://media-cache-ec6.pinterest.com/upload/156781630747761968_WyhhYqO0_b.jpg)<br>Species: Rabbeen<br>Location: First Floor hallway <br>Tagging: Senna <br><br>Upon the female's reaction, the tips of those large ears turned down a little. Allu-lop was used to such reactions, especially with those markings, it frightened people. But the Rabbeens were really very gentle creatures, which is partly why it was greeter. Perhaps the girl would see that the large pink rabbit was harmless. <br><br>"Follow me." It said then started to lead Senna down the hall. As she could see, they were not like Allu-lop, in fact, Allu-lop was the only one of its kind on this world. Though while walking down the hall they passed by many, many species. Some humanoid like Senna, some far stranger than Allu-lop. "Any questions you have, please feel free to ask. I am your guide and mentor for this world." Allu-lop had learned it was often best to let people ask their own questions and answer accordingly, instead of explaining everything right off the bat. <br><br>They made their way down the hall to one of the cubicles where a cute little human (at least she looked human) with short black hair and big brown eyes sat. "Hello, Allu-lop." She said then turned towards Senna. "Hello, there, many name is Betty. I need you to answer some questions and to get a few things like fingerprints, if you don't mind. Then Allu-lop will take you to your room and show you around." 
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