Meiyokashi wrote: ↑

Tue Dec 21, 2021 7:11 pm

Mandalore is away. Heading out on his own Mandalore has taken Kagr and the only ship this enclave has on some mysterious errand. When Soleene lands at the nearby pirate port, rushing to the door of the enclave with her important missive he isn't there to receive it. Praxton, instead, takes on the responsibility of doing so and although Orar argues against the rash actions begins to prepare their warriors to make ready to leave. Orar, and those loyal to his ideas over Praxton, root down in their declaration that without knowing Mandalore's will they will not act or prepare to leave. Slowly tensions build toward a head as the day runs down, turns into two, and then three. However, on that third day before the tensions boil over and explode into something dangerous one final shouting match is finished with the report of Mandalore's ship returning to base.

Mandalore's will is to stay, and to fight, but under curious circumstances that leaves many in the enclave privately questioning the decision...

Meiyokashi wrote: ↑

Thu Jan 13, 2022 1:35 am

This next iteration in the Kamdaverse is set to be played out on the planet which is now home to the new Rebuilders enclave. With the Empire bearing down on the location there is precious little time to prepare. In the first seven days there will be many preparations made for the possibility of a coming siege on the enclave while also pursuing Mandalore's new agenda. Meanwhile, the others currently stuck on the planet by the Imperial blockade will have their own agenda and plans coming to fruition.

Ultimately, the game will finish off in a climactic battle that will take place over the final session. This game will be heavy with it's combat, but I don't want a thousand tough as nail Mandalorians, give your characters some spice with combat ability and something else, be it as a mechanic, medic, scholar, or any other focus.

Subject: Followers of the Rebuilder

Meiyokashi wrote: ↑

Tue Jan 05, 2021 4:25 pm

Current Leader(s): Mandalore the Rebuilder

Notable Figures:

• Right Hand: Praxton Saxon
• Left Hand: Orar

Base of Operations: Ti'rok Enclave


What is Known:
Splitting from the main group of Mandalorian's yet on the planet Mandalore some years ago, Mandalore the Rebuilder claimed his title in light of none other being worthy of it. Over the years he has gathered both the traditional monuments of his people and others who have seen that their ways have been corrupted and seek a new way forward, and for most this is along with his plan to return to tradition. Branded as dangerous terrorists by the Empire the group is ever on the search for a new home where they may make their rise and call upon new allies.

Mandalore, once a Saxon, believed that the Mandalorian people have lost their way. Saxon and his ilk have given themselves to a different master, one who was not Mando'ade and have thus dishonored themselves to the point of falling from grace. As for the others of Mandalore, many of his people have fallen under the thumb of Saxon and his Imperial masters. No true Mando'ade would subject themselves to any master other than Mandalore himself, and as such that they do not fight to the last man, woman, or child they are not true Mando'ade and have forgotten their roots. These tough times that Mandalore faces have driven many from their ancestral home and yet Mandalore the Rebuilder seeks to offer them a return to the glory of historical times.

Those who follow them are expected to follow many of the old ways. Although some have been adapted for the times. Namely, their sect requires the helmet never to be removed when facing anyone who is not family or trusted ally. As a warrior is never to deprive their enemy of the ability to see them as anything other than just that. Mando'ade are not easily swayed people, but their enemies are not as strong of character and the revelation of anything beyond the warrior is sure to tip the scales in the Mando'ade's favor, which robs the Mando'ade a chance at honor and pride.

Allies whom have been in increasing supply since the arrival of Jyrvess Ertil. Though he has been reluctant to seek outside help, he has garnered her aid in establishing contact with some of the families back on Mandalore. Using her tactics to help get his people into positions where they might recruit warriors to their cause out from under the nose of the Empire. With their new base in the Ti'tuc system becoming operational their is hope for the swell to their ranks that Mandalore the Rebuilder has always sought after.

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Game Premise

You are one of the Rebuilders. Following Prayton Saxon, a man who has claimed himself the title of Mandalore the Rebuilder the Rebuilders are a group of oddballs gathered from across the galaxy of those who adhere to the Mandalorian religion and teachings. While Mandalore himself is a largely traditional individual and his mission is to see the Mandalorian culture returned truly to the strength of their roots the Rebuilders group is much more varied. Among there members are those with more progressive ideas as well as those who have flocked to Mandalore's ideological banner. Many simply finding their way under the roof of the Rebuilder for the family they found themselves among the myriad of members here.

You will take the place of one of the Rebuilders that have only vaguely been referenced up until this point. Warriors who have come to this banner and spent some of your past few years supporting the cause. Among the Rebuilders there is room for many different types. There are mechanics, doctors, adventurers, intellects, hunters, and they are warriors all. Your home is the new enclave that the Rebuilders have been investing in for the past year located on Ti'rok. Your enemy is the Empire who has located the Rebuilder stronghold and decided once and for all to decimate the threat that Prayton Saxon poses to the galaxy.

Rather than flee, Mandalore has chosen to stand against the Empire. Speaking vaguely of an ancient Mandalorian artifact his new acquaintance assures him yet remains lost on this very planet. One that he intends to retrieve before they might consider making an escape from the planet.

Due to the efforts of Soleene Stryss, the Rebuilders game start with an amount of community duty because they had more time to prepare for the Empire's arrival.

Due to the efforts of Claymore Wren, the Rebuilders know that Rook Kast has been deployed with the mission of eliminating Prayton Saxon himself once and for all. At her side she brings five warriors of renown, each with a known moniker: Crow, Ironsides, Mr. Details, Dynamo, and Freshie. Success of this campaign hinges on interrupting their mission and ensuring Prayton Saxon, your Mandalore, survives.

Mandalore's Arrival

"This discussion isn't over Praxton," Orar muffles a growl, the helmet he wears further obfuscating it. Both men walk side by side with some haste through the halls of the enclave. Behind them is a chipper looking Vron Fett with extra length to his gait in order to keep up with both men. Praxton's focus is set dead ahead insuring that he speaks with Mandalore as soon as possible. Since Soleene's return he's been taking it upon himself to prepare for the enclave to leave in the absence of Mandalore's decision on the matter. What reason? The Empire was coming, despite it's weakened state the might of all of Mandalore couldn't withstand the Empire's force and they were only a small enclave. If they stayed, people were going to die.

Orar, of course, countered all of these decisions and advised many of the enclave to remain as they were and wait for Mandalore's word first lest they lose the time in assembling themselves for a journey that would never happen. Which gave enough tumult in the last few days to cause Dredgen to invest in makeshift earmuffs. However, finally these arguments would be at an end as Vron recently informed them of Mandalore's imminent arrival.

Metal door opening to the wide hanger the sound of a ships engine roared and settled. Metal crashed comfortably against metal as the enclaves one freighter landed in the center of the enormous hanger space. Both Praxton and Orar picked up their pace toward the craft as the gangway lowered, each of the men arriving and waiting just by the bottom for Mandalore to exit the ships inner door. Opening to Mandalore standing alone the man walks with the ease and confidence expected of a man of his legendary nature. Each man began to speak before Mandalore silenced them both with a raised hand.

"I will hear of the situation in my quarters. For now, I have a guest who will need a room set aside for them," he looks between the two over to Vron leaning against a nearby storage chest. "Vron, find them this room. Move in with Bura, or one of the others if you must."

Mandalore gave his command, and then lowered his hand as his first step took him between both Praxton and Orar. Each of them taking to his flanks respectevily as they journeyed together to Mandalore's private quarters. Leaving Vron Fett alone in the hanger for some minutes before Kagr walks down from the vessel.

"Where's the guest?" Vron asks, twirling a twig he'd been playing with on his tongue. However, Kagr doesn't answer as he walks into the enclave. Prompting a slight wave from Vron, shouting out toward him some distance away already, "Fine, fine, I'll wait." Grumbling to himself, "Coulda at least said something, besom."

Not being left to wait much longer, Vron's hair stood on the back of his neck as a deathly chill entered the space. Glancing up toward the gangway he witnesses a figure dressed in long dark robes standing proud. They approach toward him with eyes cast down as if measuring every step.

"Then you are the one to take me to my room?" they ask, their voice as chilly as their appearance and with a strange almost archaic sound to the accent.

"Y-yea," he rises, putting a hand on his belt as he takes their measure. "Sorry miss, who're y-"

"I am no miss," they say, raising their head high and pulling back the hood. Underneath there was a traditionally feminine form to the construction of their face, a rattataki by the coloring of the skin. With the addition of a rather severe looking piercing on their bottom lip. Wearing a creepily pleasant smile they spoke further, "You may call me Irizka, and I would like to see my quarters."

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Last Fight of Mandalore the Ironblood

Holding position above a stronghold world of their order, Mandalore the Ironblood watches from their throne over the command center as the battle unfolds upon their viewscreens. On their head rests the ancient Helm of Mandalore. Every helm here is focused on the battle, and every warrior wears the crest of Cadera. Though their clan wanes in later years this is them at their most mighty. The ship quakes under fire from the aggressing forces.

“Ordo continues to fight, they call for reinforcements!”

“Saxons last fighters have followed suit and abandoned the fight!”

“Vizsla and Kryze are suggesting we retreat!”

“We have lost Clan Darmad!”

Standing from their seat, Mandalore walks to the center of the chamber. In their hand rests a device containing a message, “Irizka needs to know what we have found, but our time runs too short,” a blast shakes every member in the hall except for Mandalore who stands firm. Lightsabers begin to breach the bulkhead sealing off this control room from the rest of the ship. Mandalore fits the device held into their armor, down the front, and draws from their back a long blade edged with some kind of energy arc. Warriors standing firm on either side of the ship join at their Mandalore’s side.

Mayhem.

When the bulkhead is flung open by a powerful force user it connects with one of the warriors, crushing him against the hull with violence. A Jedi rushes in but is quickly dealt a death blow by another warriors concentrated fire. At the center a Master of the Force steps forward, and Mandalore rushes forth to meet her. Behind the Master the battle continues to rage down the hall, Sith fight Jedi in opportunistic engagements as much as they do battle with the Mandalorian defenders present. Sith warriors too join the Jedi in this conflict, rushing through the bulkhead and engaging with Mandalore’s honor guard.

“This conflict ends here, Mandalore,” the Master speaks, her green blade clashing with that energized end of Mandalore’s own.
“Not until my dying breath, aruetii,” Mandalore cracks their opponent in the ribs with a deft punch. They deflect the blow with a masterful dodge. Mandalore advances but the heel of their aggressors boot connects with their chest pushing them backward. An overhanded strike comes down and finds its match against Mandalore’s own blade. Pushing up against the clashing blades Mandalore pushes the master back as a Sith fells one of her honor guard. Pushing the Master back she engages this Sith and quickly cuts them down, a deft slash across the chest.

Searing pain awakens, the green blade striking through her armor out of their lower torso. Stepping backward into the blade Mandalore brings their own around in a flash to strike backwards. Driving it through the Masters heart. Heavy weight of her body falling upon Mandalore’s shoulder they shrug the corpse off and to the side. Blade disengaging it rattles off to the side.

One hard stomp onto the ground Mandalore stumbles before standing. Looking across the room the rest of their honor guard dispatches this round of aggressors. With a wave of their hand they indicate the bulkhead, “Seal it, hold them back,” they remove their helmet as their command reaches out to all around. Stepping back on unsteady footing toward their throne they continue, their long warriors braids of raven color spilling out over the back of their armor alike the image of a short cape. Many scars covering their face alongside vicious looking tattoos.
“Update?” they demand.

“Ordo continues to fight, but they are weakening. Vizsla and Kryze have both abandoned the fight, as well as many of the other smaller clans. Only a few clans remain to hold off the-“

“Call them off,” they wave their hand, sinking down onto their throne. “Signal a retreat. These aruetii have won this day but they will not do so without cost. Target their command ship, ram them,” they command, and the room goes silent for a moment.

“As you wish, Mandalore,” the helmsman states, and proceeds with the order.

“Signal a retreat across the ship. Allow our warriors a chance to fight upon the ground or-“ they chuckle darkly, “maybe some will aim for their bloody ships, eh? Storm them with what they think is a retreat,” the chuckling continues. “We fight, we die, we are Mandalor-“ their voice drifts to silence.

Mandalore’s helmet was returned to their head, the very Helm of Mandalore rest upon a body that looks the image of a Mandalore of old. Each arm lay down steady on the arms of their throne, weapon lay down alongside just by their hand, and a most important message resting neatly in their lap. Life has left Mandalore the Ironblod, but the fight is not quite over yet.

Mandalore’s honor guard holds the door until the final moments of impact. This most impressive flagship of the Mandalorian warriors collides with that of the aggressing Jedi forces, taking with them a powerful vessel and all the Jedi’s warriors aboard. In that spectacular final attack the rest of the Mandalorian vessels still capable of it jump to hyperspace and escape to lick their wounds. Another Mandalore would not follow for many years but this day will be remember by many.. but for how long?