The Conclave
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[edit] The Conclave
The Conclave's goal is a simple one, but a very urgent one. Sieze control of all the beer-dwellings in Valhalla, lest any other factions dare taint the taste of sweet, sweet liquor and dronk.
[edit] Origins
Once, long before The Nexus even existed, there was a Tavern.
Those within the Tavern were happy, contented folk; the food was sublime, the entertainment was good, and the drink was plentiful. Greatest of all the drinks within the Tavern was a substance called ‘Dronk’, created by the Tavern’s owner Seer Fox, in a fit of typoing.
Dronk is hailed universally as the greatest drink that has ever existed; tasting like a thousand silver suns, and just as shiny (and so cannot be stared at directly without protection). The people of the Tavern celebrated the creation of this wonderful drink by fighting countless battles in its honour, and they were glad for all their days.
Then, one day, The Nexus came. It destroyed the Tavern, and all within it, including the Dronk that Seer Fox had stockpiled. Those of the Tavern believed the end had finally come for them all… …but it was not to be. Finding themselves in a strange land, they wandered, fractured and alone, across the face of St. Germaine. None, not even Seer Fox, had any desire to carry on, knowing that without the Tavern’s unique blending machines, they would spend all of eternity without the taste of Dronk.
Despite this, Seer Fox and the others felt compelled to carry on, trekking through the most dangerous of warzones, through Stygia, Purgatorio and Paradise, to converge on one spot.
The Red Dragon Space Tavern had survived the calamity. All rejoiced, enraptured at the thought that they could once again taste the brilliance that was Dronk. But, upon opening up the basement, they saw it was not to be.
The building had survived, but the stockpiles had not, the Dronk having burst from it’s kegs and seeped into the ground, giving the cellar a holy sheen greater than any that could be found in Paradise. All mourned, but were confident that Seer Fox could make yet more…but then an even more horrific truth became apparent.
The machines used to create the Dronk had been damaged. Some wept, some froze, paralysed by the terror coursing through their veins. Seer Fox merely stood and stared at the machinery; arms folded and with an intense look in his eyes (though none could see them behind his helm). After an eternity of sadness, Seer Fox finally spoke to the beleaguered Regulars.
“It can be fixed. But it will take time. And parts.”
“Let us make a Conclave, my fellow Tavernier’s, to herald our return to this hallowed place, and to go forth and seize all that we can, so we can rebuild the machines and bring the glory of Dronk back into this world.”
Emboldened and strengthened by his message, The Conclave was born, Inquisitor Yoda himself hand-stitching the flag for the faction. Now they go on their great crusade to restore their beloved Dronk, and to finally give The Nexus a drink worth drinking.
Long did they search, and many battles did they fight…but it was all for naught; the parts needed for their great Dronk machine eluded them, and the men were weary from constant battle.
With a sad heart, Seer Fox and the others let go of their mortal bodies, and vanished into the ether, never to be seen in the Nexus again.
Or so they thought. It seems the Powers That Be had other plans.
A year passes, and suddenly, Seer Fox finds himself with a body again. Perplexed, he sits up within the ruin that the Red Dragon had become, and in his hand he found a small, innocuous note, which read thusly:
Oh, hey, we fixed your dronk machine for ya too, ‘cus we liked your chutz-pah. Now, uh, if you like, want it to work properly, you’ll need a shit-ton of booze to make your dronk. Have fun.
Love, The Powers that Be
Not one to pass up a perfectly decent offer, Seer Fox once again formed his magical flag and struck it deep into the ground of the tavern, bringing it back to its former glory. Much to his surprise, he also stuck it through the leg of his friend Yoda, who had been brought back with him, and removed it momentarily so he could get up.
“Ah, Yoda my friend,” He smiled, “Good to see you’re alive and kicking…so to speak. We have much work to do if we are to give dronk to the Nexus. We need to seize all the other bars on this plane. Will you join me in this?”
“Aye,” Said a surprisingly Scottish sounding Yoda, “An’ I’ll help ya find oor laddies scattered around t’place too. There’ll be plenty of people wantin’ t’help us, I imagine.”
And so Fox nodded, as he was wont to do when he agreed with things, and so the conquest of the bars had begun…
[edit] Factional Information
As you may note from the sweeping backstory, this is a RP focused faction with raids every now and then...we'll say fortnightly for now. A great emphasis is on drinking contests and the infusing of the bars of St. Germaine to our faction, and the occasional run-up to a raid on a faction which is using a bar as a stronghold.
As we say though, mainly a faction that encourgages RPing and pulls the occasional stupid shit. Such is the life of a Taverner...
[edit] Conquests and Major Events
[edit] RLF (5 October 2006)
The RLF, a faction of ignorant bastards, built their pathetic stronghold upon our beloved Field Industries Factory, they died a horrible death today. With little notice, our brave soldiers Seer Fox, Inquisitor Yoda, Octavian Stark and Killersquid marched over to the Factory and were confronted by a ward of immense proportions. Well, it was pretty pathetic really.
Seer Fox gallantly set off ahead of his squad mates and went straight for the ward, but after only denting the magical barrier he was hammered to death by a passer by, most unfortunately. However his comrades soon follwed and avenged his death. The ward was utterly demolished, though not before Fox's assailant had come back to try and kill Stark first.
Inside they met little resistance. All foes were smited, and random onlookers were kicked around a bit. But things were starting to look grim. Yoda was tiring quickly, almost single-handedly destroying the ward himself had left him fatigued, and his Cutlass was chipped and dented. Killersquid had collapsed outside, absolutely shattered from his exploits earlier in the day, so it was all down to Stark.
The last RLF member stood there alone and cold in the room as the two intruders glared at him. He turned to run but with blinding speed Stark ran and blocked the exit. Whilst the man was distracted Yoda drew upon his remaining energy and focused it all into one amazinly powerful blow. Blood gushed from the wound in his back and he fell to the floor, dead. With one final effor Yoda grasped their flag, for the glory and honour of the Red Dragon Conclave, and Dronk!
Shortly afterwards Yoda passed out from exhaustion, but not before he had a quick drink. Stark on the other hand made it back to the Conclave and enjoyed a nice round with the locals, leaving his helpless comrade to the mercy of any random soul who cared to pop in and give him a beating. Such is the life of a hero.
Two survivors. Two men dead. One captured flag.
And thus the first raid of the Conclave concluded.
[edit] DethKlok (9 October 2006)
Content after their victory against the RLF, those of the Conclave resumed their daily tasks, venturing to and fro from the factory. Then, on one blighted day, they percieved another faction, that had set up precariously close to both themselves and their most beloved factory, Field Industries. Enraged at this, and thinking they may to try and steal vital components for the dronk brewing process, Seer Fox thought up yet another ingenious plan, and, on the 9th of October, the great army of the Conclave lay siege to DethKlok...
...It was over in half a minute. There were only three mortals guarding the damn flag. Feeling a bit cheated, Seer Fox went on a tour of glory around the nieghbourhood. Nubis went crazy and destroyed another faction on his own (see below for details), and everybody else headed back to the tavern for some frosty brews and general cheering.
The Conclave was not placated by this attack however, for they still needed some parts for their dronk machine to work...and they suspect that other factions may hold these items...
And thus the second raid of the Conclave concluded.
[edit] Order of the Celestial Lemming (9 October 2006)
Nubis awoke in the Nexus to find that DethKlok had been destroyed, and that he had missed all the fun. Not one to throw in the towel, he then decided to damn the odds and go after the secondary target, a small faction of Shepards, on his own. Quaffing a potion of Combat Clarity given to him by Octavian Stark, Nubis morphed into a wolf (one lacking any mouth and hands, no less) and sprinted to the southeast, and to face his destiny.
Unfortunately for Nubis, but fortunately for destiny, he only found a small ward and a pair of Shepards. So he killed them. And took the flag.
And thus the third raid of the Conclave concluded.
[edit] The D'Haran Empire (11 October 2006)
Hungry for blood, wiping out one Faction was not enough for Nubis. A mere two days after destroying the Celestial Lemmings, he took it upon himself to thin out the many Strongholds ruining the Downtown Skyline. The D'Haran Empire, of one Paladin, was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And thus the fourth raid of the Conclave concluded.
[edit] The Ascended. (13 November 2006)
Having endured a long and prosperous peace for a great wile, The Conclave felt they were ready and, indeed, able to take on the many horrors of the Nexus in search of their beloved Dronk.
Well, okay, you caught us. We only want some of that cool tat that faction honour's going to buy in the future. So, seeking a challenge, the daring, brave and sexy leader known as Seer Fox, hatched a cunning plan to confound their nearest adversaries, The Ascendants. Obviously, these no-good do-gooders were doing something so wrong, that The Conclave had no choice but to wipe them out...obviously.
For many days, Seer Fox planned their demise, collecting ingredients, sharpening weapons, ordering enchantments...and then the moment finally came. The moment that his strategic brilliance could be seen for what it truely was; a creation above that of the Nexus Powers.
But then, disaster struck.
'Urrrrgg....laaaaggg...'
By the time Seer Fox had caught up to his troops, it was all over. Even the flag had been taken. Quite dissapointed, Seer Fox whacked his nearest subordinate for six, and went on a rampage over the area to burn off all the potions he consumed, killing a Seraph and greviously wounding an Eternal Soldier in the process. Ah well. There was always next time.
And thus the fifth raid of The Conclave concluded.
[edit] Fallen Angel (23 November 2006)
The Conclave was undergoing some serious changes, and as such the leaders were getting stressed. Something needed to be done before they cracked completely, as this would mean that without their presence too much sanity may sow through... so they organised a little raid. Just the two of them, Seer Fox and Inquisitor Yoda. Together they set off to find a Fallen Angel to taunt, kill and maim horribly. But shock horror! When they arrived the stronghold was devoid of the faction's only member. Dissapointed, they trundled home, with only a new standard for their troubles.
[edit] Rebirth (23 October 2007)
After a deserted period lasting nearly a year, the Red Dragon and its Conclave stand pround and tall once again, and now with a goal; to seize control of the Germaine drinking empire, for the good of all the Nexus. No more would anyone be denied a place of drinking by having an enemy stronghold sat upon the only keg of rum in fifty paces! Not so long as The Conclave had anything to say about it. Flexing their much depleted muscles, the faction began to train, to prepare, and slowly fixed their eyes on the factions around them...
[edit] A Grim Day (4 November 2007)
They trained and they planned, and after a couple of weeks to stabilise themselves, The Conclave launched their first 'Pub Liberation Initiative' against those dwelling within the walls of Grim's Hideout. Only three set out upon this venture, Seer Fox, Yoda, his bartender, and the plucky young Full Metal Geneticist. They were joined in their ward bashing efforts by a kindly Behemoth, who just happened to be strolling by when the raid was taking place, and consquentally blew himself up inside the base when the ward shattered. Exhausted from their monutmental efforts, FMG and Seer Fox allowed Yoda to move in, finish everyone off and take the flag. There would be much rejoicing through the Nexus, now that another wonderful establishment has been liberated.
[edit] Rampage! (6 November 2007)
Octavian Stark, a good friend of the Conclave and an ex-member, could no longer be with them. However it was by good fortune he knew a fellow who happened to run the Warseers. A reasonably powerful faction that was set up in the area. The Warseers, it seemed, had a problem. These little annoying little aligned factions were running around their territory spoiling their infusions. And they were that small that the Warseers would take some pretty bad losses of honour for taking them out. So it was that Yoda set out on a voyage which would be far harder than any other.
After quickly teaching himself how to swim he set out from the Red Dragon, still reasonably drunk, to the hold of The Worst Faction Ever. There he encountered a few friends from the Warseers who promptly vanished inside. He followed them in whistling a merry song to find a few corpses and a shiney new flag that he could take back home with him. By invitation he took said standard and the raid was over. But this was not enough....
The Warseers all ran off, Yoda assumed to home, a place he wouldn't have the energy to reach, until he got a call from VVraith. It was Christopher Lee Appreciation, they had gone and destroyed them too, and there was another flag. Yoda stumbled in and looked around as the mighty Warseers all stood aroun, being careful not to go near the standard. Grinning, he strode up and touched it, whereupon is vanished, probably to reappear in the pub.
But once again this would not satisfy the bloodlust of the Warseers, for they departed once more, this time for the home of The Watchers. "The ward is down, no-one is in. The standard is your's." The message came from VVraith, but Yoda could do nothing about it, he had no energy left. If only that wretched angel hadn't robbed him of his previous body. Still, there was still hope. He called the rest of the drunkards. But to no avail. Inebriate was busy working somewhere, probably cleaning toilets for the dregs of the barrels. FMG was passed out in a corner somewhere. Khemri was fast asleep. InsidiousHeresy looked scary so Yoda didn't want to try him. And then there was that Alexa fellow. Whoever he was. Yoda wasn't quite sure when he had arrived or how, or why. As for Seer Fox, he was in the Cellar back at home most likely, muttering dark and evil things and working on plans for the Dronk brewery. Either way it was fruitless. No-one would come to his aid. So he waited. Three quaters of an hour later he sat there pondering the situation, he still couldn't quite make it there, but the ward would restore itself if he wasn't quick. Rummaging through his pockets Yoda found some strange white pills. Not thinking twice he swallowed them with a swig of petrol to help them down and instantly he felt energised. Rejoycing he sprinted down the street and into the unprotected stronghold of The Watchers moments before the ward appeared again. There he took the third, and final flag of the night and retired with the aid of a nice invisibility potion, courtesy of the Warseers.
All in all, a damn good night.
[edit] Trundling On...(10 March 2008)
The old Conclave machinery broke down for a time, as Seer Fox was forced to leave the faction due to some etheric force known as 'a rubbish internet connection', leaving the faction in the hands of Yoda to govern and care for. The forum slowly but surely died, and the number of valiant warriors fell until there was but a handful of the plucky young adventuring types left.
But lo! Seer Fox, strengthened by a not-so-bad connection once again returned to the fray, and called his brothers to arms. In a single day, he confronted the monster that was the IRC Chat interface, and wrested a channel from its gaping maw, and injection some Vitamin Fox into the forum, filling it with useful and delicious things for the members to enjoy. Looking around his friends and comrades of old, who had managed to stick it through thick and thin, he once again swore to bring the glory of Dronk to the world.
Then he fell off the bar, having had one too many Southern Comforts.
[edit] Keld (12 March 2008)
Frantically executed in the morning, the Black Mambas launched an offensive against Keld yet required some other faction to take the flag, jumping at the chance, Seer Fox looked around his faction for a suitable candidate, but alas! They were all asleep from drinking too much!
Desperate, Fox was about to give up hope, when all of a sudden, the shining might that was the Full Metal Geneticist strode onto his MSN account, laughing and proclaiming that he would do the task. And do it he did…at the cost of his life. Fox wept for days afterwards.
Admittedly, this would probably be a sadder sacrifice were he not to come back as soon as his AP recharged, but there ya go.
