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Geous pushed the old wooden door open, the creaking hinges betraying his attempt at subtlety. The old guest room had been prepared in a hurry, with it being left barren except for a wardrobe, two nightstands, and a decrepit old bed. The curtains had been drawn open, letting all of Mithraous's radiance fill the small room. Yet, Geous doubted that any amount of courage he could call upon from the Sun God could have prepared him for what he saw. Lying in bed, heavily bruised and scared, was Aurelia, his mother. Her body had been gravely injured after the battle. She had been thrown from her steed, then trampled over by it as it escaped the battl

 The minutes dragged on like hours as Geuos knelt in meditation. He demonstrated such immense power granted to him by the Aspects, yet he felt unprepared to pray to them as he usually did. He recited mantra after mantra of praise to the Aspects in preparation for this journey into the domain of the spirits, yet there was a growing dread in that clouded his mind. The quiet ambiance of the cathedral hung forebodingly in the air, only occasionally being broken by the movement of a clergyman. This silence, as well as the looming sign of the Geian Crux above him,  gave him a crushing feeling of isolation. Geous took in another breath, the scent of

It has been 500 years since the first humans arrived in The Maelstrom, a Galaxy in turmoil. In this galaxy, humanity is pushed to its limits as to what it will do to survive amongst the stars, as they desperately search for a way to return to Old Earth. They are beset upon by the constant threat of alien attack and internal corruption. As such, The Dominion Guard stands as the first and last line of defense for the new realms of humanity. Origins: After 7 years of civil war, The National States of Nord-Ovest hand was finally victorious. It had united the warring factions on Terra Nova, under a highly nationalistic, authoritarian monarchy. Wi

Mighty, courageous, and loyal to the core, The Terran Imperial Legions fight in the name of The Empire and The Aspects against all their foes. Origins: The first Terran Legion was founded back in the First Dynasty, in the year 51, directly after The First Archaic Incursion. The Demonic assault took a major toll on the current Primus Militum, and the current Emperor, Marius, was killed, and The Empire was left without a ruler. As Marius's son, Cyrus, was too young to rule, as such, he gave control of the young empire to his closest friend, and military advisor, General Leous. With the power of an emperor at his disposal, he made all the effo

The screens of my mech slowly came back online, bringing the dark interior of the ship into view. We were packed loosely in the Ipabog, which was clearly made to carry far more mechs than our current squad had. Never did the hull of a transport feel so empty. We were suspended just a few centimeters above the floor by deployment harnesses that connected to our mech’s shoulders and upper torsos. They did little to keep us stable. They were in storage mode to conserve space, but they didn’t need to be. Their weapons were folded tightly to their mechanical arm assemblies. Their bird-like legs were collapsed in on themselves, giving t

Leofflæd quietly strolled down the dimly lit hallway near the rear of The Capital Palace. With every step she took, her body tensed up for a moment, then relaxed only slightly. She hadn’t been to this part of the castle in Aspects-know how long. She would ask for directions, if only there where someone to ask who wasn’t dressed in the garb of the Praetorians. Every time she looked to one of them, she felt uneasy. They were covered from head to toe in regal segmented Plate-mail. Beneath, they wore robes in the silvery violet of the Royal Court. They carried small shields and Gladii for use in close quarters combat. However, th

I jolted awake, a fearful shout escaping my lips. My body was dripping with sweat, tracing cold streams down my breasts and back. My hands were bleeding, and my brain throbbed painfully. I held my blanket tighter, chewing on the edge to stop myself from crying. These nightmares had been happening for the past three weeks. Ever since we came to this accursed planet. My name is Aya Vdokhnov, Psy-Sargent of the Nova Riga 3rd Amphibious Armor Core. Me and my recon squad have been posted to the oceanic moon of Tallinn VI for the past four weeks. We have been suppressing the dangerous native tribes to make way for a Republic mining colony. We have

Theresa, Canius, and Thaddeus all entered the war room, a wave of curiosity flooding across them. The cold stone walls were bathed in the warm light of a golden chandelier above the main table in the center of the large rectangular hall. Surrounding the Tactical Sanctum were four stone pillars, each had several sheaths attached, large enough to fit a Mithra blade. Beneath the sheaths were small tables to leave weapons. It was a strict tradition that no one bring weapons to the Tactical Sanctum; this was a place of strategy, not bloodshed. The table itself was rounded, almost 3 meters in diameter. There where no chairs. It was considered disgr

Suddenly, Geuos regained consciousness. He was laying on a roughly constructed cot without his armor in one of the abandoned stores of Primus Street. To his left, sat a woman in the garb of a battlefield medic. To his right was Theresa, with a slightly relived look on her face. She sighed. “Oh, thank Geia and her Aspects you’re well.” She said; Geuos could sense a wave of relief washing over her. Geuos let out a tired moan as he propped himself up on his elbows. “By Volarn’s virility.” He tiredly swore. “What happened? Why am I here?” “I brought you to this field hospital.” She sa