THE CHALCANTHITE COURT
Copper Devils
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Moth-like in appearance,The Chalcanthite Court is made up of a large-sized breed of Vitreus known as Devilkin. They stand at an average height of 205 cm with wingspans averaging out to 265 cm. Their physique is sleek and slender however their wings, when wrapped around their body, gives them the appearance of being much bigger than they actually are. Along their neck and upper abdomen, Devilkin have a tuft of long hair similar in appearance to a ball of cotton. As well, in adults, their antennae curve into a shape similar to the horns of a ram.
The pawns of the Devilkin are pure white and covered in spines. They are also considerably shorter than adults as they stand at a height of 152 cm. It takes around 4 sols for the average pawn to reach full maturity.
Colors range from a smokey white to dark brown however flakes of copper do appear, however they are very rare.
Initial Collapse
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Crystals and Songs
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The Chalcanthite court, like many other Vitreus Courts, subscribes to a polytheistic religion centering around crystals. However this particular sects of it has many distinct differences that have made other courts label it a bastardization.
Instead of the typical tradition of revering the crystals as gods themselves, the crystals are regarded as the physical manifestations of Gods who are forbidden from our realm. Interestingly this sect arose relatively recently, having only appeared with the rise to power of Ir ' Irok's daughters.
The Frozen Throne
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Units of War
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Warpriests:
Souldoctors:
Crystal Guardians:
Brood Champions:
Rangers:
Warlord Guard:
Newfound Technology
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Siji Shields:
Camil Armings:
Qohl Armor:
Midev Reactors:
Warlords
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> Vi Thuul, Warden of Crystals|Ascendant
> Xavu, Conqueror of Stars|Ascendant
> Lineks, Butcher of Bloodlines|Ascendant
Barons
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> Radax, Prodigy of Vi Thuul|Bishop
- Currently Sationed on the Frozen Throne
> Aaxul, Exemplar of Xavu|Rook
> Thosh, Ghost of Lineks|Knight
- Currently stationed on the Frozen Throne
Fragments
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0:0
Dearest sister,
The crystals they call me from beyond. Their grand light draws me closer every night. I do not know how much longer my thoughts will remain my own. Even if I fall victim do not let the event discourage you. You will return from exile with your own brood and take back our throne. Of this I am certain.
1:1
- Written into Ancient Stone by Ir ' Irok, Son of the Mad Warlord
We Vitreus sit at the bottom of the food chain. The other species of this planet hunt us for sport during the mating periods when the plates of water glass have formed into semi-solid pieces of land. Our broods have been getting smaller and smaller as this tradition of our predators has continued. We only have one advantage over them: We can fly! Our wings are not just elaborate dress for us to wear. Oh how I wish to fly away from this planet.
1:2
Each and every Vitreus is born a pawn. Their purposeless forms then harden from experience into one of three shapes. The Bishop, the Knight, or the Rook. The Bishop collects information and writes songs for us to listen to. Oh, how glorious their voices sound. The Knight wages war against nearby Courts that pose some form of threat to us, they tower above all others. The Rooks serve as the caretakers of our young and protect the Warlord. When my day of choice comes I hope to be born a Bishop.
//Recording of Transmission From Unknown Space//
Oh dearest Father, your memory will live on throughout this grand Court. You have raised your surviving daughters to be the greatest Warlords the Chalcanthite Court would see since the reign of Irev. Regretfully your death was an eventuality that you must have seen coming. Now is the time for the those who are willing to get their hands dirty not the time for weak-willed puppet masters. In the coming days, my firstborn son and his Shadows will land within the galaxy you had attempted to rule over, father. They will lay the groundwork for our arrival. We bid you a peaceful afterlife Ir ' Irok. We Vitreus will rise from the pit you forced us to live in.
2:1
Radax looked into the Rook's eyes, his own covered by a mask bearing the symbols of Terr ' Noc. "You seem to forget why we are here Fenik," his voice was soft and comforting; it perfectly contrasted with his reputation as one of the more ruthless sons of Vi Thuul, "Despite population counts being a concern once we colonize the planet this is not one of your coming of age getaways." Fenik pushed past the Baron as she made a sound similar in purpose to a sigh. "Are you always business? It's not like this a big ordeal. It's only orbital bombardment." She replied. Despite being a Rook Fenik was on the thinner end of the Vitreus spectrum. Often she was mistaken at first glance as a tall Bishop. "It may only be orbital bombardment, but it is important that we stay within regulation instead of giving in to our licentious habits. It would be a shame to disappoint the Ascendant don't you think?" Chirped Radax as the distance between the two grew too far to continue the conversation.
2:2
The Seeder had almost reached its destination but now was not the time for celebration. At least not yet. The Chalcanthite Court was about to start a conflict with the STE that the Ascendant were sure they could win. Radax despite being confident was still hesitant, he had seen what x-6836 had to offer. These were not people of war but citizens that would soon need to be cleaned off of his blade if they managed to survive the bombardment. "Such a waste of warriors for their potential to go unused as cattle," he thought to himself as he put his mask on, hiding his face which had been untouched by the many wars he had waged. He shrugged the thoughts off as he knew they would pass when it came time to settle a place for Fenik's, no, his brood.
2:3
Radax sat within his quarters sharpening his axe and polishing the crystal that made up the haft of the weapon. He knew what the rest of his brood were thinking about him: "How could he throw away our brothers and sisters," What was he thinking?" Had he not survived the Irok plague and stood by powerless to help as his siblings were dying off these questions would be ones he may have asked himself, but having gone through that his only thoughts on the matter were that they were neccessary losses.
Important Transmissions
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//Recording of Transmission sent to Outworld//
Your Majesty,
My name is Radax, I am a representative sent from the reformed Chalcanthite Court and son to Warlord Vi Thuul. I am not here for war and neither is my brood, well not one with your people. You see Hexer, my rulers seek something that can help us gain something we lack. The Chalcanthite Court need a place for our species-the Vitreus-to breed and survive on. Now I know what you are thinking, "Why would you need us to help you obtain that?" Well the answer is quite simple really; we require allies in this galaxy where there are very few and we require assistance from you and your allies to take a planet. The Vitreus can only sustain broods where there has been some kind of battle as otherwise the crystals-what this galaxy would call our gods-cannot grow and we will be left without nourishment. Despite your faction's history with my Grandfather's court please consider our plea.
- Radax, Prodigy of Vi Thuul
//Recording of Transmission sent to Remnant of the New Republic//
Remnants,
My name is Fenik. I represent a sect of the reformed Chalcanthite Court. Radax and I are of the understanding that your faction is one that has the potential to help us gain something we lack: a planet to breed and prosper on, specifically one that has been ravaged by battle. Recent battle. We have a target in mind, but as he has control over only a small brood and not the entirety of the Court's forces we require allies. Before I can give you the name of the planet that I have in mind I require your word that you will help us acquire footing in this galaxy.
-Fenik, Rook of Radax
//Recording of Transmission sent to the Voidborn Empire//
Imperial Voidborn,
I am Radax, Baron of the Chalcanthite Court. I have come here for a proposition. You have reformed yourself, but you lack the required industry to do anything with it. I am here to give you an opportunity that will allow your great empire to rise to its former glory. My people wish to go to war and take planets from a faction that rose from war, or what their version of it is. The Court wishes to have only a few planets while when the dust settles any technology or industrial complexes will be yours for the taking. Consider the alliance, the Warlords can promise you that you will not regret such an arrangement.
Radax, Prodigy of Vi Thuul
//Recording of Transmission Sent to Second Tau Empire//
The Chalcanthite Court applauds your attempts to guard the planet and protect civilians, however this has been marked as the epicenter of the Warlords' territory. You have two choices here:
1. You can put up enough of a fight to make it seem as though you just couldn't hold the planet. Sure some people will die, but did they not sign up as warriors?
2. You can risk open warfare where civilians will not be sparred in any regard after we have made your soldiers move from the planet.
The choice is yours Warden...
Radax, Prodigy of Vi Thuul
//Transmission Sent between Radax and Thosh//
Radax: The sensors say that you are in this galaxy Thosh. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Thosh: Under your watch, the conflicts that are related to the factions that you encountered have grown to a point where the Ascendant no longer have faith in you and your group of Terr ' Noc wannabees' ability to control the situation. Not to mention the report that was sent back detailing how you wasted Vitreus lives instead of using the hounds for the suicide operation.
Radax: It was a neccessary.. When should the Warpriests and I expect you?
Thosh: Expect me? You ask that knowing I would never contact you before making a move? Maybe you're not as smart as you believe yourself to be, 'prodigy.'
Shadows:
> N/A
Allies:
>Remnants of the New Republic|@G4L4XY
>Voidborn Empire|@Undated_Abyss
Enemies:
> The Second Tau Empire|@Jenwuf
