NationStates Jolt Archive

It took the destruction of another nation, a worthy sacrifice in the name of The Gods who are ‘Mooki’. It means completion and perfection, the Entities who have guided this race through exile and near extinction. From the ashes of an empire the Psykers once again take their ‘Onyx Throne’.

Psykers are human based beings who through a genetic mutation enabling the ability to manipulate the molecules and atoms within the immediate vicinity. Depending on body chemistry artificial lightning, fire, earthquakes, water, or heavy air, mating is not a controlled practice and often yields new mutations. A caste system is divided to warriors, administration and labor. One is not confined to the caste they were birthed to, as it is easy to be thrown out of the warriors or test into high ranking administration.

The government, is to an extent, run by a genetics, clans take votes to elect the new Bearzerker of course the Bearzerker can at anytime be ousted by a duel or even a vote. The successful Bearzerker’s DNA is added to a suppository were DNA is sacred and used in a myriad of secret experiments.

Psyore or Psychic Ore is in use so much that it has become standard currency, with amounts on electronic accounts. Psyore is used by the military for armor and Psy-weapons, in the shape of bladed or impact weapons. The ore has a property of maintaining or multiplying the power of psychic powers emitted by the psyker. When used in construction, Psykers have the ability to manipulate the building to suite its needs for more civilian use or to armor from attack.

The Gods of Mooki are Nocta, The Lady Mother of wisdom and nature she is often depicted by a pristine pale woman with pitch black eyes, hair, lips, whose knowledge is infinite, can procure fate. Necrotix, the king of the dead, his anger for his eldest sister’s wisdom and ability to steer the rest of the Mooki fuels, his desire to takes souls to add to his garden of souls. Pryrex and Ferria are the twins who are genuine opposites, yet cannot exist without each other. Pyrex is fire destruction and hate is all its terror and glory, his templars are known as Fire Tyrants and have been known to burn villages with all its inhabitants while screaming for their lives. Farria on the other hand is meticulous in all her actions, often at the expense of progress, yet when she knows that something will work for her, quickly learns to put it to its use and quickly exploits all uses. She is the goddess of the Ore and is the patron of craftsmen and technology.

The dead empire may have been a loss, of approximately 2.5 billion, but it is the Psykers gain. Now that must rebuild, to forge ahead, and reclaim what they once had.

They send a message for allies in their endeavors, their alliances they once had. Embassies are being given and accepted. Policies may have changed since their exile who would still follow the values they had lived by

Psy Mace (http://www.weaponmasters.com/?ID=WEAPONS&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=&ITEM=MR1-163&TTAB=ADDITIONAL_IMAGES)
Psy Sword (http://www.weaponmasters.com/?ID=WEAPONS&FDX=&FMAX=&SORT=&ITEM=MCPAK-264&TTAB=ADDITIONAL_IMAGES)
Warrior at ease (http://frenchw40k.free.fr/pages/arm/inqui/img_inq/inquisiteur.jpg)

It looked like some gothic black beehive, the theme of black and darkness was all over his culture. He looked off the balcony, it was night and the sky was being split and cracked. The Lady Mother had surely abandoned his nation and left them to their own instincts, this infant nation would burn like Pyrex's eyes. Dar Flayer, Chieftain of the Skin-Flayer Clan, he was stern, tacturn and young, his vigor was matched only by the fact of how young he was.

Remembering the words of his father; 'Take what you can when You can'. they had guided him after the battle that finally united the Bearzerkers. Felled by a stray mortar shell, he even remembered how he had died swinging his Psyhammer and blood spilling from in between his segmented armor.

what could break this storm? He sent a runner bearing messages, he wasnt aware of any Psykers in the vicinity, not on his wave lengths at least.


To Fellow Nations:
Our current statis is weak, wreaked by storms, low in population, we seek allies. We have alredy sought out the ways of Gatesville now we seek alliances to expaned and carve ourselves the empire that we once had.

Low Earth Orbit

<ORD 08/252> Hrm.
<ORD 08/ 122> Yes?
<ORD 08/ 252> Look at this... [Passive Scan Results and Basic Sensor Sweep Results attached] Not identical to what we're used to, but somewhat comparable, I'd say. Possibly somewhat more versatile, might be on a level with the extraordinary cases.
<ORD 08/122> Mhm... You've got a point, there. Lemme check previous- Ah, yes. They seem to have been in considerable trouble, just got out of it. Not unlike ourselves, all things considered.
<ORD 08/ 252> Quite. I'm relaying to Faint Smell of Gunpowder.
<ORD 08/ 122> Isn't that the semi-ripoff they made of the Territorial DEATthrowers?
<ORD 08/ 252> Yah.
<ORD 08/122> ... How diplomatic.
<SEU Faint Smell of Gunpowder> Would you shut it, please? Just because I'm- Nevermind. Anyway... Read, copied, sent to the eggheads, surface-side. And I'd note that it's not like I'm going to land in their capital.
<ORD 08/122> Well, technically, you'd crash, not land.
<SEU Faint Smell of Gunpowder> ... Oh, just shut up and keep watching. Drones...

While the Orbital Reconnaissance Drones and the Strategic Engagement Unit continued their somewhat playful bickering, the message the SEU had released into the administrative shrubbery spent the next few seconds being endlessly copied, read, analysed, checked for potentially dangerous content, then checked again, this time for potentially important content, and eventually got lost inside the vast labyrinth that was DA, be it its administration or its general public, the media, the military, or the corporations.

Still, some people and entities took note of certain emissions suggesting the use of something that was somewhat comparable to some of DAs own technological specifics.

Of course, given the inherent vagueless of the available data - And it wasn't like there was much much it, anyway - it was hardly surprising that nobody was particularly willing to start a full-scale on-site investigation. Some research on long-lost anecdotal or historical evidence roaming various databases - Libraries, networks, whatever - across the world, sure. Some passive observation, also sure.

But that was it. For now.

The heavy table was smooth, yet not compleatly flat. Seers read thrown runes, breathed inscence, and burned spices. Dar wasn't intrested in such dogrel, but as young as he learned not to challenge their wisdom. His chin was pertched on his fist as he stared at the circus of parlor tricks.

Marik might be the oldest seer, a saged 130, but his vigor and hunger for battle matched Dar's. In battle practice, Marik was known to send participants to the recovery ward. His grin stop all action. As he threw his runes at a bowl of insence, the other seers quicly cleaned everything and and left Marik and Dar alone.

In Trance-Speech,a sound like a plucked string or an electric pulse, he faced Dar. "I see, quiet clrearly, a mass. Either numerous of singular I cannot tell right now. Something from beyond blackness. An inteligence and a profound effect on the Onyx Throne. My Lord Bearzerker Dar, seek this entity out."

Marik's gold flecked yellow eyes rolled back to the front of his head. "My Lord. Carry these instructions out immiediatly, this boding may break these storms, becuase if they continue our supply of food will turn us into cannibles. Our dark past come to haunt us so soon."