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Offline Holy King

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The Long Night [OPEN TO ALL]
« on: September 18, 2017, 05:27:44 AM »
Heinrich woke up from his sleep, mumbling. Tossing aside his blankets and throwing on something else to warm himself up, he opened a curtain and saw darkness. Giving a scratch to the side of his face a giving himself a "Oh shit.", he quickly grabbed his phone and checked the date. Realizing what it was and scratching his face again, he quickly threw on his Royal Guard officer coat (for arctic conditions), black snow pants, goggles, and gloves, he collected the items he needed for a cold day that was yet to come.

Once he reached outside, he suddenly felt a harsh, cold, breeze that made him shiver to his bones. He pulled down his goggles to cover his eyes and the mask to cover his mask that was in his coat, and tried to walk in the harsh southern breeze. Walking was a pain, he kept swaying or moving to the left or to the right whenever the wind began change direction. Finally, he had reached his destination: a small coffee shop near the outskirts of the small town. "Jonathan! How are you?", Heinrich spoke out to the young brunette man behind the counter who only responded with a firm, short nod. "You know what I want do you? The black coffee. Same as always." Jonathan gave another nod.

Coffee would be important, after all, staying warm in Sturmende was important, it was the southern most town in all of Foxtrove, and in this time of year, it would be the coldest. The polar night started, and the sun would not appear for around 6 months.


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Re: The Long Night [OPEN TO ALL]
« Reply #1 on: September 20, 2017, 11:43:41 PM »
"M-u-s-t...g-e-t...i-n-t-o...s-h-e-l-t-e-r...!-!-!". Poor Archbishop William Gudfredursson, Apostolic Nuncio to Foxtrove, was freezing his ass off in southern Foxtrove, clearly he was thinking who the hell does the holy father think he is by sending him to such a forsaken place to simply represent the minority Foxtrove Christians, which they were hardly any...He was walking in snow, the best equipment that one could have for cold weather but even then the Foxtrove weather blew literally his mind...At last he found a nice coffee-shop which seemed to be full of people inside, probably thinking the same thing. "Oh God bless for letting me inside, brrrr!!!". He asked the dudes behind the counter to get him something warm to drink, namely black coffee. "No milk or sugar please, just classic plain black coffee...Oh hello, Do I know you from somwhere?" he asked the gentleman sitting next to him, drinking also what it appeared to be black coffee too..."You and I got the same taste at least, ha!"

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Re: The Long Night [OPEN TO ALL]
« Reply #2 on: September 22, 2017, 10:21:50 AM »
If there was one thing Masato Higuma didn't want to do that morning, it was get out of his bed and go outside. His cozy townhouse had everything a person could ever want if they just wanted to stay inside and do nothing all winter. He sloppily rolled onto his back and grasped for his glasses on the nightstand; the TV mounted on the other side was already on and quietly showing the news for the morning. Masato took his glasses and basically slapped them onto his face before sitting up to watch.

Masato at this point could understand Whetian, well, short sentences at least; he was far from fluent still. Translating out loud, he sleepily made out what the lady on the TV was saying. "Fuyu... sa roku tan..." to which his eyes widened in surprise. "Polar night is here already?" he said to himself, scratching his arm. The famous six month long night is what brought him to Foxtrove all the way from Himeyama in the first place, soon after graduating university, Masato opted to use his share of the family's incredible wealth to travel around; but Masato's idea of travel was to settle down somewhere for about a year before promptly moving again, and Foxtrove was the first place he decided to go live after obtaining a degree.

In no rush, Masato threw himself out of bed, took a quick shower and went downstairs to go prepare to spend the day wandering the town of Sturmede, if it didn't freeze him solid anyways. It was to be his new home for the next year. Masato was keen on living like any normal person there, even if he was wealthy enough that he didn't need to work a day for the next couple years; but his working days had yet to come, so he piled on layers of expensive, sporty winterwear and marched towards the nearest coffee shop, seemed to double as a community centre for this small town.

Inside, Masato casually browsed the selection of baked goods before settling on a hot drink that sounded local enough and a particularly massive cake doughnut. There he switched his attention back and forth between some goofy video on Minamin[1] about Fomula 1 driver Ryo Yokazura and the front entrance of the coffee shop, he was curious to see who his new neighbours were after all.
 1. Minamin is a popular video sharing site/social network in Himeyama and the rest of the Horn, best way to describe it is a mix between Niconico and Twitter.
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Re: The Long Night [OPEN TO ALL]
« Reply #3 on: September 22, 2017, 05:24:27 PM »
Elendil Náremarinë had been in Sturmede for three weeks and still he could not get used to this cold. Winter came to Arda Tuluva, but not this severe and definitely not this soon in the year. He was an Astrologer and Diviner of the Stars and these next six months of night would prove most beneficial to his astrological study of the celestial bodies. He wanted to prefect his understanding of Heaven's will, this time in Foxtrove would be an excellent opportunity for him. He also marveled at the Aurora Australis a beautiful display of lights to accompany his divining of the stars.

The small room at the local hotel was large enough to accommodate his instruments and various charts, but he preferred to buzz and commotion of people while he worked. He sat at a table in his priestly robes reviewing his own charts and astronomical data of the movement of the stars and planets. He quite enjoyed the solitude that Sturmende offered, yet the small southern town was busy enough to engage in conversation with the locals, if he so choose. Elendil had gained a slight reputation from the local folk for his eccentricity and odd superstitions. He had offered to give horoscopes and make personology charts in the Arda Tuluvan style for many of the cafe's patrons and employees over the past few weeks he's been here. Elendil was please that, at the very least, many entertained the notion and mused the Arda Tuluvan cleric often purchasing him a coffee for his readings. Elendil had always insisted that it was inauspicious to pay for a reading that they did not request, but still the local Foxtrovians were kind and polite.

Today he was lost in his work only interrupted by the cold breeze that would hit him every time the door opened. Next time he would take a seat not in the path of the draft. But this was a very auspicious position he selected, he was facing northeast, his lucky direction, and sat exactly fourteen steps away from the entrance and nine from the counter. Moving to another spot would cause disharmony in his work. No, better to feel the chill of the breeze than upset the omens.

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Re: The Long Night [OPEN TO ALL]
« Reply #4 on: September 26, 2017, 02:01:54 PM »
"Why have we stopped?" Admiral Paolo "Akbar" Valdez said to his crew after the blizzard cleared. The QRB Enterprise sailed out to the sea knowing a snowstorm was along the way.

"Sir, it seems that we've beached on the Hygelac." The ship's engineer replied.

"Have you tried making contact with ES or at the least, Foxtrove?" Akbar immediately snapped.

"Yes, the antenna is busted, but we can fix it, if you're willing to go out. Our only problem would be food." The engineer answered.

"Well then. Ladies and gentlemen, any volunteers?" Paolo asked his crew once again. As the sun started to slowly set, he continued. "This is going to be a long night."

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Re: The Long Night [OPEN TO ALL]
« Reply #5 on: October 02, 2017, 06:12:00 AM »
Arndalf Huderic turned over the blinds to no avail, for there was no further sunlight to dance on his walls. Sighing instead, he turned around and headed back towards his room slowly. These days he was getting old, fast approaching the grand old seven-zero on records. He glanced again at the slowly emerging stars. Even with his storied past he had yet to become used to the Long Nights, despite having lived here for what this year had just marked to be a decade. Before pausing to sit on his couch, he stopped and squinted. Is today a school day? he mentally asked himself, and, remembering that it wasn't, elected to head towards the secondary bedroom of his home anyway.

Inside the room and under a bedsheet was his granddaughter, Rose. A living reminder of her parents, the fourteen-year old had made a name for herself as a chatty but not outgoing high school freshman, and one with a strange accent at that. He'd done his best to inculcate what Werman culture he could--sooner or later, he supposed, they'd have to return to the Fatherland instead of remaining cooped up in the cold of their southern cousins.

He shook her awake, "Long night's messed your sleep, girl. Let's head out for some coffee." he suggested, half-expecting a typical teenage rebuttal of 'No!', perhaps in the local tongue instead of theirs, or, better yet, English. But, ever agreeable, Rose simply sat up and wiped her eyes, gazing at her grandfather briefly before shrugging out a yes. And so they packed on their thick winter coats and snow boots, and headed out into the biting cold. Their target was the town center's coffee shop, and inside they entered as familiar faces, both of them sitting down on a side table before Rose eagerly used the opportunity to pretend to be an adult and order themselves some black coffee. They took their time drinking, the generational and social gap sadly far too large for them to have anything worthwhile to talk about outside of the general happenings they both assumed the other would try to talk about any second.




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Re: The Long Night [OPEN TO ALL]
« Reply #6 on: October 06, 2017, 06:41:19 AM »
"Hello Father" Heinrich said to the Archbishop," Or at the least, I do believe that's what I call you?" The young Royal Guard officer found a seat near one of the corners in the room and placed his cup of coffee on the table before he began to look around at all the people gathered in the store. Who do we have here today? We have a a few natives, the Archbishop, the man who is definitely from Arda Tuluvan, do doubt about it considering what he's wearing and what he's doing. He looked around a few more times. That man is either from Rokkenjima, Toshikawa, or Himeyama. My bets on Himeyama all things considered. He looked at two people who just arrived into the store and knew they were the folks from the northern countries. He stopped wondering about where these people came from and thought about the person around him, that being Jonathan. "Oh Jonathan, what a surprise, you actually starting to sit near people. How's the job been?", he asked this a bit of smugness in his voice. Jonathan stared at him with big, round green eyes before he opened his mouth. "It's been fine really. Met some new people here and there, though not all of them are nice." The officer stared right back into him before he asked Jonathan, "It came faster than you thought, didn't it? One moment the sun is up, the next day it's completely gone. Oh well, not like this hasn't happened before." Jonathan just nodded back.

"Anyhow, it would seem that you're on break, am I correct?", Heinrich asked him only to receive a nod back in response. "Very well then, however, it'll seem that you only know me as a friend or at the very least someone close to you" he took a deep breath, "So I shall help you meet new people here. We'll start with the easiest group here, the ones that can speak or somewhat understand our language." He got up, and walked over to the two people that just came in. He cleared his throat and licked his lips before he spoke up, "Hello. My friend over here wishes to become...friends I should say. Would you be so helpful to at the very least talk to him?"

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« Reply #7 on: October 06, 2017, 08:16:49 PM »
It wasn't usual for the Achkaerinese to feel the cold, they after all came from arguably the coldest nation on Mundus being the furthest north but that said temperatures were a funny old thing weren't they? the INS Avalon had been doing a routine patrol as part of the Hygelac and Hrothgar treaty enforcement - simple enough job patrol the two hundred nautical mile mark challenge any vessel that looked like it was going to enter - it was rare for the Imperial Navy to monitor the Hygelac zone instead they tended to take the majority of the burden for watching Hrothgar but geographically that was probably expected and in truth the only reason the Avalon was taking a turn was because their route home from Uppsala had been south and round the bottom of Albion.

The Captain of the Avalon was Floria Silvana she stood on the ship's bridge, a naval issue winter coat over her uniform it was cold outside after all. They'd been stationary thanks to a blizzard that had hit them as they'd been going along and Floria had decided to wait it out, the complication was that they'd noticed a vessel in the area that as the blizzard had hit had been straying very close to the two hundred nautical mile mark. With the blizzard having cleared they were now looking for that ship.

"It can't have just vanished." The ship's XO Commander Wilkins said
"Could it have sunk?" the Radar officer on duty CPO Keller asked
"If the readings are right that things signature is a small carrier." Floria said "It'll take more than a blizzard to sink one of those."
"So where are they?" Wilkins asked coming over to where Floria stood at the back of the bridge at a table that had a computer display integrated into its surface, it presently showed their location and the surrounding area.


Floria ran a hand down the back of her neck over her tribal tattoo's, she was part of the Faejeon Tribe, an ethnic minority that lived in exile in Achkaerin having been ousted from their own land many centuries earlier they'd had their troubles with the Achkaerinese over the years, different cultures colliding and all that, but now things were better and had been for just over three hundred years. The Faejeon still had their tribal identity but now they also took pride in their Achkaerinese one. Some like Floria had integrated very well into Achkaerinese society and become examples of what was possible for their people.

"We've got open water around us." Floria said "I'd say they've gone south." she tapped the map display "Hygelac."
"Makes sense" Wilkins said
"Set a course." Floria said
"And then we put in at Foxtrove?" Wilkins asked
"They're the closest." Floria said