Brave Galaxy is set in a world loosely based on Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail and Eden’s Zero. It is a PG-13 or so rated space fantasy RP, and uses a combination of character statistics, which can be acquired via roleplaying and events, and creative freedom to help direct players’ characters. While there is a main storyline, which can be found in the events section, characters are free to interact with others and their environment however they see fit.
Explore the galaxy. Overcome the obstacles in your path. Shape the future of humanity.
When it came to piloting starships, Leo was not the most adept. That was really an understatement, considering the amount of times he had crashed the particular subset of vehicles before; there was just something about them that made their controls far too complicated for him to truly comprehend. Acting as a copilot, yes, was easy enough, the warp drive and scanners were devices that simply took practice to learn, and the guns were self-explanatory, but the mechanics behind actually flying a vessel, well he left that to Eris for a reason. Any mildly complicated maneuvers were beyond him, but a trip to the planet over was a simple task, was it not? Downing his third coffee of the day, he took a moment to adjust to the slightly altered view of the cockpit from Eris's seat, before taking the controls and firing up Blackjack's engine. The trickiest parts would be getting out of the garage and landing, Leo knew such well, and thus paid a close eye to take off, although letting the ship's automated processes do much of the work.
It was a short trip exiting the atmosphere and flying through space, the transit between the states of the Lustrous Sector as busy as it ever was. Admittedly, he had more than a few close calls with various transport ships who, appropriately, blasted curses at him over the public intercom, but Leo managed to keep Blackjack intact throughout the course of his journey, mostly out of fear of Eris's reaction if he did not. Indeed, while crashes in the interspace were mostly minor, the dents and chips in paint jobs that often resulted were not pleasant to look at. Regardless, he managed to dock in a ship bay easily enough, setting out on foot toward the prestigious Empyrea University.
In particular it was the institution's vast records he was interested in, open to the public although its restricted areas were a bit more tricky to gain access to. Lucky for him, Leo had, once upon a time, possessed a connection to the college, and while certainly that had been a few centuries ago Magnolia was a whimsical place, there were plenty of people with similar... circumstances to his own. Naturally, he would first try to deceive his way through, but unlike the usual scenario he didn't have to entirely rely on a silver tongue. First things first was to check the accessible areas, however, and thus he approached a librarian amidst the constant flow of people in and out of the massive structure, offering a cordial smile. "Hello, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the divination section of the archive, if such a thing exists?"
The woman at the desk raised an eyebrow, most people probably only visited the library to gawk at its architecture and volume, he reasoned, but nevertheless she procured a very tourist-styled map, circling a particular section and handing it to him. No words were offered, and thus he simply gave a polite nod, following the pamphlet toward the area marked.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 8, 2020 15:52:09 GMT
It was no divination magic Leo was after, but the category was loosely connected to the interpretation of dreams. Although he needed no textbook to decipher what his vision had been about, contacting some mysterious entity from said nightmare was a bit more difficult to accomplish. With a map, it would also be far easier to get around to the other sections of the archive, without drawing any particular suspicion because of a more specific or pressing query. Regardless of his intent, however, even Leo could not help but gaze upward as he reached his destination in mind, an ornate ceiling flickering with artistically rendered constellations, reflecting the night sky of what had once been Earthland throughout each season. A masterpiece enough on its own, exemplified by the accuracy of each celestial body, the memories of star gazing when all had been well flooding over him, laughter and happiness abounding.
He turned away from the sight, moving past the largely ornamental bookshelves and into the space where those who were not gawking at the sights were researching various topics, many likely scholars of the university itself. No one paid him a second glance, appearance wise he fit the description of an older college student well enough, and thus he began perusing the books divided into different topics quite neatly, at least that was a relief. He sifted through a few pages of each text he retrieved, disappointed in every single one and at the large amount of non-scientific materials, vague musings and even a few stories only loosely connecting to their respective section. A girl, lost in the woods until a dream guided her out, an elderly gentleman greeted by a specter of his past, forcing a new outlook on society. Useless fantasies, even the more informational texts were dry, and contained nothing of his concern. Evidently, everything of value was stored under lock and key, but before he could spin a tale to the nearest librarian something peculiar caught his eye.
It was a manila folder stashed behind a novel he had pulled, cleverly concealed in a location few people probably ever looked. Opening it up were several crinkled sheets of paper placed, pages that had probably been torn out of a tome found in the restricted area, based on their age alone. Nonsensical scribbles filled with magical notation, it was at least more what he had been expecting of Empyrea's collection than the dullness beforehand. Granted, it had absolutely nothing to do with what he was searching for, some prophecy that had been long overdue, but suddenly he had an idea as to how to convince the employees to grant him access to the mundane door he saw people scurrying in and out of behind the curators' counter.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 8, 2020 21:16:11 GMT
Leo sauntered up to the desk, folder carried in one hand before he placed it upon the wooden countertop. "Ma'am, I found this folder behind some books, seems someone has been mistreating the university's materials," he spoke toward an older woman who was currently typing something on a screen. She glanced at him for a half a second, returned to her work, and then finally processed what he had said and eagerly opened the file, leafing through the documents contained.
"Well I'll be damned, these belong to a book that was reported damaged a few months back. Mind taking me to where you found it?"
He gave a courteous smile, gesturing in the general direction of the bookshelf before heading over to the exact location. The woman took in the area, as if looking for more pages that had been ripped out in recent time. She offered no addition words, however, intent on her search. If there was any time to attempt to gain access, it was then, while she was distracted. "Uh, so I kind of forgot my student ID and I really don't want to have to go back to my apartment to grab it," Leo began, rubbing the back of his neck and tone portraying apprehension at addressing her.
"So you've been meandering around the area for all this time instead?" the lady asked, glancing back. He laughed a little, the awkward chuckle one gave when being scolded. She gave him a scrutinizing glare, before letting out a sigh. "I'll tell you what. If you can understand this, you're either a student or someone who knows enough about what he's doing to enter through that door." She handed him back the folder, giving up on her investigation for a moment as she returned to the counter.
Thank Treis for her, he wouldn't have to go around explaining why his diploma was dated a solid five hundred years ago. Leo inspected the pages once more, less because he needed to and more so that she would buy that he hadn't snooped through them before. "Err, I think it's some kind of prophecy, but supposedly it already occurred since it reads a century after the Exodus...." he trailed off, voice carrying uncertainty even though he was in reality confident in his response.
The woman looked him up and down once more, before nodding. "As is the way things go. Here's a visitor's pass, but I might not be here next time you forget your ID." With that she handed him a slip of paper, and soon enough he was inside the true Empyrea Archives, lined from floor to ceiling with tomes both weathered and new, electronics lighting up the massive collection that was evidently more than one section in content.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 10, 2020 2:12:18 GMT
While Leo knew there was likely a more efficient way to sort through the entire archive than searching up and down the rows of content, he really was not in the mood to mess with and ultimately get frustrated over technology. Luckily, there were signs everywhere, the inner workings of the library not caring for decorum nearly as much as the areas visited primarily by tourists. He wasn't the only one who shunned the modern search engine either, evidently there were others perusing the shelves for hidden caches of knowledge, or perhaps they were just procrastinating their midterm papers, it was impossible to tell. He was not alone, however, that was all that mattered, was not viewed as an odd sight in the vast sea of others researching topics forever obscured in anonymity. With the wellspring of information before him, Leo abandoned his haphazardous search for divination magic, instead plowing headlong into the heart of the issue.
Control. It was an entire genre in and of itself, from binding a summon to its master, manipulating the weather, and everything in between. More than a few books were actually holographic projections, directing a potential reader to another section where the title was truly found. A clever system, albeit unusual all the same. The blend of illusory and tangible made for a patchwork of volumes, not to mention the disparity in the books themselves. He forced himself past the disparity in appearances, however, it was the content that mattered in the end. Flipping through a few texts of interest was fruitless, they all described the same basic things that were self-explanatory, deep breaths, concentration, awareness. If anything Leo was impressed that someone could write an entire novel that could be boiled down into about three sentences, but in the end that only served to irritate him further.
At last, his fingers brushed up against a dusty tome, one titled A Treatise on Mythical Architecture. About to set it back on the shelf, his mind registered something... familiar about it, whether it was the name, author, or merely some obscure parallel to another work Leo had no idea, but it had piqued his curiosity regardless. A personal account of one Olivia Grant, it was less of an essay and more of a personal narrative, although informative all the same. He skimmed through the chapters, before focusing in on one in particular, the final and by far the shortest. VII: The Coreopsis Conundrum.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 11, 2020 3:23:43 GMT
The installment began the same as all the others, a pinch of flavor text followed by paragraphs of exposition. It wasn't necessarily the most compelling thing, perhaps, but Leo didn't have the time to complain about bad writing at the moment, not to mention it served its purpose well enough. Long after Coreopsis had first been settled by the Federation, remnants of some ancient civilization had been found, far from modern settlement in the lush trappings of the planet's wilderness. No human remains had ever been identified, but it was apparent that at one point some colony ship had landed after being battered by a warp storm, yet they did not last long. Their last will and testament had been to build a structure colloquially know as the Annulus, in a desperate attempt to escape.
Frustratingly, it was there that the background ended and Grant's narrative was spliced in, yet unlike before there was something foreboding about her tone, which at least made up for the lack of information, replacing it with intrigue. She had more than an archaeological reason for traversing the dense terrain to the site, there was some pressing concern on her mind, one she thought could be remedied by the artifact. Skimming back a few chapters revealed that she was no mere scholar, had an ulterior motive to all of her discoveries. A Fioran with a taste for magic, yet none to her name. In partaking in her sixth quest had power been gifted to her, yet it was not without a price. He suddenly found himself empathizing with the obscure protagonist, who had desperately searched for something to control the magic she had acquired.
Somehow, she had stumbled upon the Annulus. Leo frowned, he had initially assumed it was a portal of some kind, after all, that the ancient Coreopsis people had sought to return to Earthland. Almost immediately he winced at his idiocy, they would have had no way to know they had traveled back in time, and of course dangerous wildlife was still better than the Blight. The purpose Grant was describing still made no sense in that context, but nonetheless he continued to the end of the chapter, intent on researching the object of study later. She spoke of a being from her dreams confronting her, a lifetime companion of her subconscious who guided her through the trials to come. At that point, however, the woman's descriptions had become nothing more than broad strokes, and the novel itself ended abruptly. There had to be more to the structure, however, Leo was determined to find a more factual source. It was a start, at least, if nothing else.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 12, 2020 4:54:33 GMT
Coreopsis. He was not overly familiar with the Land of Love, what a stupid title that was, but at least it wasn't some far flung planet in the Outer Regions. Before he went charging off to the dense wildlife of the state, however, it would be best to research exactly where the so called Annulus was found, since Grant hadn't been particularly informative. More details in general would also be helpful, and thus he searched in vain to find a section labeled geographically. After about thirty minutes, he gave up, returning to the center area where more than a few tables were set up, many occupied. On each was a tablet of some sort that he saw a few students using to search up different subjects, well, it wouldn't hurt to give it a try, right?
Physically, no. After almost screaming at the piece of technology multiple times and having most certainly wounded his pride, however, Leo had no choice but to sulk up to the nearest librarian, resorting to asking in person no matter how strange his request was. A young man, likely an intern by the looks of it, was swift to search up the term and point him in the right direction, no questions asked. At least that was a relief, the subject was obscure enough to not draw suspicion, either that or the employee didn't care in the slightest, both could be argued. Regardless, Leo soon found himself back amidst the stacked shelves, in a category he had somehow missed before. Artifacts, yes, that would have been a logical place to look, but alas he found himself a bit preoccupied by sheer urgency, as counterproductive as that truly was.
Magical Landmarks of Coreopsis. Artifacts of a Lost Era. He even ended up procuring a waterlogged tourist's pamphlet of some company that had once made a pitiful living out of flying people to the location, although dated several hundred years before the present. Eventually he settled at a desk again, pulling out a notepad and beginning the process of cross-referencing every source, picking apart fact from exaggerated fiction. One text spoke of creatures emerging from a portal created by the architecture, which was easy to discount. Another mentioned one account of long dead Coreopsians rising up from the earth to seek revenge against those who would deconsecrate their most prized possession. While anything was possible, the consensus seemed to lay in something far more tame, distorted dreams leading to greater understanding, enlightenment, even. With that confirmed, the only question remaining was the bearings of the Annulus itself.
Post by Reya Starlyght on Apr 13, 2020 5:33:23 GMT
Surprisingly, it was the brochure that was the most useful out of everything, in that respect. While its pages were battered with age not even preservation spells could have restored, a crude map was found on the back of it, not useful in and of itself but containing a few landmarks that could be referenced in other places. The Greenspire Pass was apparently the dominant geographical feature of the area, and a town relatively nearby that went by the name of Everbell had been the staging grounds for the tourist company. There was no scale presented in the sketch, however, and based on the artistic rendering of the image he doubted it was particularly useful as an actual guide.
Leo did a quick search on his phone for the town, although quick was relative term considering his ineptitude, but at least it was a device he was familiar with and not the dastardly tablet again. There were a few settlements that went by the name of Everbell on Coreopsis, but luckily it was easy enough to narrow it down to two options. One had a valley similar to Greenspire detailed, although it was known under another name, while the other was strangely lacking in features, almost as if they had been removed. Curiosity begged him investigate the latter regardless of its usefulness, and thus he asked around the library for the cartography section, pointed to it by the same man as before. In the separate room was the smell of old parchment more pervasive than ever, a specific archivist evidently assigned to the area as she sat at a center desk. However, for the credit of the space's organization, Leo did not feel the need to immediately ask for her assistance, as the maps the archive held were neatly sorted based on their position in the galaxy, one panel of cabinets corresponding to the state of his interest. From the bottom up they were then sorted by date of creation, the earliest being of course 300 UC or so, all the way up to the present day.
He picked through a timespan that contained the copyright year of the pamphlet, and while expecting to have to backtrack there was surprisingly a remarkably well preserved replica of the fragment he had previously found contained within, no, it was far more precise in nature. The Greenspire Pass, yes, was still a feature listed, as was Everbell, but the Annulus itself was also labeled and coordinates given to the general region, firmly placing it within the Everbell that had been nearly wiped off the map. Intriguing, perhaps the rumored malevolence about the artifact was true, then, but that was no matter. After replicating the guide as best he could, Leo returned all the materials he had used, walking out of Empyrea unnoticed, anonymous. It was best that way, he didn't want to have any second thoughts.
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