RE: Terra Nova
09-26-2018, 09:08 PM
Colony Name: It Held Five Tongues in Blazing Red
Ruler Name: I am Incomplete
Ruler Info: A being composed of a hovering tree-like nerve fiber, ensconced in magical protection, flanked by 108 circling eyes and 81 jittering mouths, 80 of which endlessly chant "I am incomplete" in a disjointed babbling chorus. A hideous formless skin occasionally materializes over the entity in vague shapes and guises, sometimes manifesting into hands and disorganized fingers.
The eighty-first mouth is shaped differently from the rest. It is an ancient thing, like cracked stone, yet moves freely without constraint. It speaks in harmonies inaudible and rippling noise that penetrates even twenty meters of granite stone, animated by a terrible, capricious intelligence so deep within madness that its strategic plans and trifling whims seem indistinguishable.
The being, "I am Incomplete," is unique among its kind. Some say that it is the first among its kind. None other has preserved their own faculty within its overwhelming presence. For this cause, as soon as it had appeared in their society, it became the unquestioned leader. Few truly understand from where it appeared - for it was so long ago - but only know the events surrounding that time.
For some reason, after that ascension, the imports of high-velocity plasma increased in the society. Apparently, it was an personal indulgence (it "sounds tasty").
Other individual interests of this strange being, however, veer towards the magical - primarily the reconstitutive and the transportive kinds. It holds a hypocritical view towards bio-magic - despite disavowing it and cursing it, the formerly neglected domain had been increased after it took power.
Faction Info: The Searchers: An unusual faction among an unusual kind.
This group was one of the few first groups to regain a semblance of sanity after the creation of their species and the immediate destruction of their predecessors.
Forming a pseudo-cult around the overwhelming being which chanted "I am Incomplete," they bent themselves to its whims and sought clear goals and wishes at a societal level, unlike the majority of the rest of their kind, who simply wandered the planets and stars, trading and bartering meaninglessly, unaware of their horrifying nature.
Still, many seek to indulge their senses and gravitate towards whatever they deem "interesting" when there is no important directive, bartering and trading substances both mysterious and mundane.
At the direction of I am Incomplete, some members of this magic-oriented society were able to impart portions of the incredible presence of I am Incomplete into audiovisual emblems and sounds. These usable tokens form the basis of their internal currency and are akin to a powerful drug for their own kind. For other species, these may be more comparable to an incredible magical hazard, only useful as a weapon.
Many similar properties also appear in their foods, consumables, and entertainment, though most low-grade goods only stimulate the senses in a mundane fashion.
When ASTR38 was confirmed to have an oxygen-bearing system much like their own homeworld, I am Incomplete ordered a migration of a subpopulation to the new system in search of novelty and the information and goods of other species which could aid in its unknown desire.
When the party arrived on the planet in their ships of spiraling tendrils and flame-wreathed skins, they named the area It Held Five Tongues in Blazing Red on account of the taste of the atmosphere-color.
Faction Colour: Dark maroon.
Faction emblem:
![[Image: iac.png]](https://kaynato.github.io/hosting/Forum%20Games/Terra%20Nova/iac.png)
Species Info: The Scattered. The Stranded. A product of an awful experiment of bio-magic which infected, transformed, and destroyed their precursor species. Few understand for what reason that experiment was done - or who, truly, was the instigator. But all that remains now are terrifying, disembodied sensory organs: Eyes, skins, mouths, nervous tissue - wreathed in strange and awful magicks. Yet, many are none the wiser. They do not understand that what is food to them is maddening poison for others - what passes as harmless entertainment is potent weaponry to others' senses.
For that reason, their absurd existence was slowly accepted by other species, provided, of course, the appropriate proxies for avoiding direct contact. Some pity the creatures, some exploit them for their unknowing arms trade, and some face them with open fear of those magicks that they, themselves, might not even know.
Overall, their society is a peaceable one. Individuals, so much as they can be defined, come and go, taking in the joys of the world(s), and exchanging trinkets and goods hither and thither.
On the homeworld now named The Countenance and Rough Grasping Hands, the major faction is certainly the pseudo-cult of I am Incomplete - as it is the only truly cohesive one, spanning the skies and the shallow seas. There are minor bands of traders and hedonists outside of Its domain, and who wander the seas and stars.
It is said in some tales that there remain some of their species who were able to "remember" their former shape, and fell into insanity - wanting things beyond the simple indulgence of the senses, things beyond the enjoyable, beyond the aimless short-term dithering that so many of their kind, if not given guidance, are predisposed to.
But within the domain of I am Incomplete, there are no official reports or discussion on this matter.
Ruler Name: I am Incomplete
Ruler Info: A being composed of a hovering tree-like nerve fiber, ensconced in magical protection, flanked by 108 circling eyes and 81 jittering mouths, 80 of which endlessly chant "I am incomplete" in a disjointed babbling chorus. A hideous formless skin occasionally materializes over the entity in vague shapes and guises, sometimes manifesting into hands and disorganized fingers.
The eighty-first mouth is shaped differently from the rest. It is an ancient thing, like cracked stone, yet moves freely without constraint. It speaks in harmonies inaudible and rippling noise that penetrates even twenty meters of granite stone, animated by a terrible, capricious intelligence so deep within madness that its strategic plans and trifling whims seem indistinguishable.
The being, "I am Incomplete," is unique among its kind. Some say that it is the first among its kind. None other has preserved their own faculty within its overwhelming presence. For this cause, as soon as it had appeared in their society, it became the unquestioned leader. Few truly understand from where it appeared - for it was so long ago - but only know the events surrounding that time.
For some reason, after that ascension, the imports of high-velocity plasma increased in the society. Apparently, it was an personal indulgence (it "sounds tasty").
Other individual interests of this strange being, however, veer towards the magical - primarily the reconstitutive and the transportive kinds. It holds a hypocritical view towards bio-magic - despite disavowing it and cursing it, the formerly neglected domain had been increased after it took power.
Faction Info: The Searchers: An unusual faction among an unusual kind.
This group was one of the few first groups to regain a semblance of sanity after the creation of their species and the immediate destruction of their predecessors.
Forming a pseudo-cult around the overwhelming being which chanted "I am Incomplete," they bent themselves to its whims and sought clear goals and wishes at a societal level, unlike the majority of the rest of their kind, who simply wandered the planets and stars, trading and bartering meaninglessly, unaware of their horrifying nature.
Still, many seek to indulge their senses and gravitate towards whatever they deem "interesting" when there is no important directive, bartering and trading substances both mysterious and mundane.
At the direction of I am Incomplete, some members of this magic-oriented society were able to impart portions of the incredible presence of I am Incomplete into audiovisual emblems and sounds. These usable tokens form the basis of their internal currency and are akin to a powerful drug for their own kind. For other species, these may be more comparable to an incredible magical hazard, only useful as a weapon.
Many similar properties also appear in their foods, consumables, and entertainment, though most low-grade goods only stimulate the senses in a mundane fashion.
When ASTR38 was confirmed to have an oxygen-bearing system much like their own homeworld, I am Incomplete ordered a migration of a subpopulation to the new system in search of novelty and the information and goods of other species which could aid in its unknown desire.
When the party arrived on the planet in their ships of spiraling tendrils and flame-wreathed skins, they named the area It Held Five Tongues in Blazing Red on account of the taste of the atmosphere-color.
Faction Colour: Dark maroon.
Faction emblem:
Species Info: The Scattered. The Stranded. A product of an awful experiment of bio-magic which infected, transformed, and destroyed their precursor species. Few understand for what reason that experiment was done - or who, truly, was the instigator. But all that remains now are terrifying, disembodied sensory organs: Eyes, skins, mouths, nervous tissue - wreathed in strange and awful magicks. Yet, many are none the wiser. They do not understand that what is food to them is maddening poison for others - what passes as harmless entertainment is potent weaponry to others' senses.
For that reason, their absurd existence was slowly accepted by other species, provided, of course, the appropriate proxies for avoiding direct contact. Some pity the creatures, some exploit them for their unknowing arms trade, and some face them with open fear of those magicks that they, themselves, might not even know.
Overall, their society is a peaceable one. Individuals, so much as they can be defined, come and go, taking in the joys of the world(s), and exchanging trinkets and goods hither and thither.
On the homeworld now named The Countenance and Rough Grasping Hands, the major faction is certainly the pseudo-cult of I am Incomplete - as it is the only truly cohesive one, spanning the skies and the shallow seas. There are minor bands of traders and hedonists outside of Its domain, and who wander the seas and stars.
It is said in some tales that there remain some of their species who were able to "remember" their former shape, and fell into insanity - wanting things beyond the simple indulgence of the senses, things beyond the enjoyable, beyond the aimless short-term dithering that so many of their kind, if not given guidance, are predisposed to.
But within the domain of I am Incomplete, there are no official reports or discussion on this matter.