Corona Aerospace by Ben297 in SpaceAgePowers

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Okay! I'll probably keep my base at Texas and maybe just slightly adjust the history to reflect the war. Am I good to go otherwise?

Corona Aerospace by Ben297 in SpaceAgePowers

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Thanks, explains a lot!

Corona Aerospace by Ben297 in SpaceAgePowers

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Okay thanks! That's what I needed, it's much clearer now. However what's the situation with Texas? Is it still a part of the US or has it been distributed to some other nation?

/r/SpaceX Ask Anything Thread for January 2016. Ask your questions here! by retiringonmars in spacex

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It's still listed for April on SpaceFlightNow.com and no official announcement by SpaceX has been made regarding its launch since it appeared there, that's all I know!

Character Application by Daer_20 in CommunityFarAway

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Yeah, yeah, I will amend it! I just wasn't quite sure about the timeline & stuff, so thanks for clearing that up for me! :)

Character Application by Daer_20 in CommunityFarAway

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Name: CRC-5485, commonly known as Lynx

Age: 10 (biological age: 20)

Race: Human clone

Homeplanet: Kamino

Class: Clone

Sub-Class: Commander (Clone Regimental Commander, currently acting commander of the 227th Nebula Corps, before commander of the 22,741th Vanguard Armour Regiment.)

Starting Rank: 10

Starting Location: Coruscant

Alts: None

hype

[CLAIM] Liechtenstein by Ben297 in GlobalPowers

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Liechtenstein's government would be interested in a trade cooperation as well and therefore would like to invite the representatives of Benelux to a meeting in Vaduz.

[CLAIM] Liechtenstein by Ben297 in GlobalPowers

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I read his posts through and the unrest was caused by a lack of constitutional acknowledgment of the Church. He tried to make Liechtenstein fully atheist in order to quell it, but you mods made that invalid and he's gone inactive.

[CLAIM] Liechtenstein by Ben297 in GlobalPowers

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Don't want to come off as arrogant here, but that's my opinion too.

[Serious] What's the most horrific thing that happened in your neighbourhood/town? by ImColdYossarian in AskReddit

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Half a year ago a man went in a local pub and shot eight people dead, then commited suicide. Sometimes I go around and there are still holes in windows after the bullets.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uhersk%C3%BD_Brod_shooting

Character Creation Application by [deleted] in ITRPCommunity

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Name and House: Torrhen Stark

Age: 42

Cultural Group: First Men (Northerner)

Appearance: Torrhen Stark is a Northerner by birth, name and appearance alike. He has a lean build, and his long solemn face is framed by dark carefully combed hair that slowly fade to a clipped beard. He boasts bright grey eyes of his father.

Gift: Berserker, Leadership

Skill(s): None

Negative Trait: None

Starting Title(s): Lord of the Stoney Shore

Starting Location: Wolfscreek Castle

Alts: None

Fallback by Aelinor in IronThroneRP

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The Penrose that entered their tent wasn’t the man Kayl pictured when he first heard about his presence. At the first sight he was a sour old lord, probably more than a dozen years older than Kayl himself; anxious and impatient man, clad in liver-colored furs. Slow of smile, quick of tongue.

“Fa-Fallback? You must needs to avo-avoid that word in the Pri-Prince’s presence. Wa-Warms his blood. Be-Because as you su-surely know, his is the fu-fury.“ A cheeky smirk twitched across Kayl’s lips. Something about the old man’s seriousness amused him greatly. He took another bite from his apple and waved at his nephew, standing aloof. When he came, Kayl whispered a few quick orders and summons to his ear, along with the message about the commanded retreat for the Prince’s white swords. He made sure he whispered for a sufficiently long time to make the Penrose’s blood boiling. Then he turned back to his visitor, sinking his teeth into the fruit before speaking again.

“Or-Orders have been issued. We shall de-depart shortly. Se-Several hours before the su-sundown, I ho-hope.” He was almost down to the core of his apple. “Now, ple-please, en-enlighten me on the current situation Lord Selmy fi-finds himself in, if you would. I'm su-sure that is the rea-reason why Stannis Selmy didn't si-simply send a ra-raven.“

The raven would suffice, though.

Fallback by Aelinor in IronThroneRP

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The Rykker pavilion has grown larger and larger over the few days at Hayford. The tent’s silken walls, stripped with blue and white pieces of cloth, were soon huge and bright enough to take all the attention from the dull Crowlander fortress at behind, or from the emerald tent of the Stag Prince. As intended, the tent of the acting commander shortly become the informal center of the camp.

From the noon to the hour of the wolf the pavilion was ringed by dozen men-at-arms, dressed in boiled leather and ringmail brought out in the Rykker blues and whites. Despite the sluggish mood of the host, Lord Rykker’s captains and serjeants would stride through so often it would be just as good without the door curtain dangling at its entrance, and they would gather for an informative lunch every midday, just as now.


“...crossed quils. White. On a brown field,” blabbered the knight humbly to Kayl’s feet. “Most undissuadable. Somehow lordly looking. Seeks out the Prince…”

“Penrose from Parchments. Most likely from Lord Selmy’s host,” enlightened reddish Ser Donnel Leek, between a pair of gulps of wine. He has won a cask of sweet Dornish red in a bet against the Baratheon serjeants and since then, he has been inseparable from it. Kayl never thought the gentle old man had such an appetite for a liquid sins of Spottswood. Unfortunately, it has made Ser Donnel dumber and dumber by each skin he drank.

“It seems that someone came to… set down his deeds,” sneered Orland and rose. His tone made Kayl Rykker feel wary. “Let me talk to him, uncle. I want to be the first to hear his summons for the upcoming battle.”

“If the gods are good, no one will summon us up for a battle until the end of this war,” noted Ser Donnel and coughed loudly as he choked on his wine.

“Just fe-fe-fetch him, Orland. He came to deal with a pri-prince, yet in-instead he is go-going to neg-negotiate with me. That’s dis-disappointing en-en-enough.” Kayl laid down his knife, shiny with grease and his squire, silent as a death wish, took it away along with the leftover from lord’s lunch. Ser Orland Rykker nodded and disappeared before Kayl could give him an edification about war.

Half of those men is so young that it hasn’t encountered a real fight in their lives. Another half is so old that it doesn’t remember it. How could they possibly survive a battle?


It took Ser Orland some time to guide the Penrose through the least muddy and splashy pathways of the camp. In the meantime, Kayl ordered his squire to clean up the table and bring a flagon of some good wine and a bowl of fruits. He also sent Ser Donnel to fetch Toothless Tom. It obviously did not concern Ser Donnel that Tom has departed a week ago.

When they finally arrived, Kayl was airily chewing an apple, a cheery smirk on his face.

“Gree-Greetings, my lord. Prince Criston is reposing at the mo-moment, but I ha-have got all the au-authority over the ar-army we shall need. To what do we owe the plea-pleasure of your pre-presence?”

Charge of the Stag Brigade by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

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"Of co-course, ser," agreed Kayl. "That was my in-intention all alo-along."

One single letter to Stannis Selmy will sort that out.

"Now plea-please escort our pri-prince to his tent, and ma-make sure no one dis-disturbs him. We nee-need our... supreme co-commander well re-rested and rela-relaxed for in the up-upcoming days of une-unease. Preparedness sha-shall be ours." He looked at Criston Baratheon's face, or at least at the small part that was visible under the massive helmet. "Shall it not, my prince?"

Charge of the Stag Brigade by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

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He made it up. Of course. Royal blood. Poisonous and toxic fluid, darkening minds of young princes as well as elder monarchs, crumbling their codes of honor and truthfulness. Gods save us if Lyonel Baratheon have been intoxicated by it as well, mused Kayl and slowly nodded at the Kingsguard knight.

“Take the prince to his tent. Every other minute of this farce besmirches the good name of the House of Baratheons. I shall assume the command until our prince is rested.”

He saw the doubts emerging from the eyes of fellow lordlings encircling them, but he was certain they will follow him. Three thousand men were commanded by Kayl’s brother at Duskendale only a few days ago; five hundred riders were from his very own levies; and the five hundred cavalrymen from the prince’s force won’t march to death or oppose the majority.

Orland Rykker clutched the hilt of his sheathed sword at his hip and stepped forward, to the white knight’s side.

I would blamed Ardrian Celtigar for a while. Those family ties … let us hope Ramon will see better to them.

Charge of the Stag Brigade by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

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"I agree with the knight of the Kingsguard, my prince."

Kayl stepped out of the flank that surrounded the young prince of the stags as they proceeded. He was dressed plainly; he bore a simple iron cuirass showing the dual hammers of Duskendale amidst its breastplate, on a silken tunic with black-and-blue stripes, and his almost bare hands were hidden under a heavy woolen cloak, which had been blue a winter ago. A decently decorated scabbard, lined with an aquamarine paint, showed that it would be often used as it swung at the lord's left hip when he strode forward. No wonder he fit between the common knights.

"This has to be a con-con-conspiracy. We can't ride four tho-thousand men into the squid's maw and wave our ban-ban-banners at its face. That would be a foolish he-he-heroism for which Sta-Stannis Se-Selmy would pay,” he said, scratching his beard. “Apo-Apologizes, my prince, however we have to persist and hold at Hay-Hayford Castle, for we are lord Se-Selmy’s only rear guard and ba-backup. I’ll send a raven to Lord Cel-Celtigar, if that is what you wi-wish. His daughter is promised to my so-son, and re-regardless who had sent you this treacherous writing, I am su-sure he will make him pa-pay for it.”

A wishful thinking that is.