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	'''Anict Annex'''<br>		'''Anict Annex'''<br>

	Anict was one of many peripheral Belkar realms conquered during Desslok's expansionist campaigns. The conquest decimated the region's nascent economy and the colonial ~~administation~~ installed afterwards was never particularly able to repair the damage. For a decade Anict leeched funds from the Empire to sustain its tenuous stability, and most forms of public order went down Desslok and the cessation of Belkar support. Opportunistic forces within the region had exploited the Empire's poor control of the periphery to enrich themselves, often through simple embezzlement and fraud. By the fall of the Empire the most successful of these had risen to social and entrepreneurial prominence with a ~~sizeable~~ fraction of the region's wealth firmly in their control. Possessing keen foresight, apathy and abyssal cynicism, most of Anict's elite conveniently allowed the chaos of the General War to ~~devestate~~ the region's economy fully a second time before stepping in to salvage the wreckage at a premium.<br>		Anict was one of many peripheral Belkar realms conquered during Desslok's expansionist campaigns. The conquest decimated the region's nascent economy and the colonial administration installed afterwards was never particularly able to repair the damage. For a decade Anict leeched funds from the Empire to sustain its tenuous stability, and most forms of public order went down with Desslok and the cessation of Belkar support. Opportunistic forces within the region had exploited the Empire's poor control of the periphery to enrich themselves, often through simple embezzlement and fraud. By the fall of the Empire the most successful of these had risen to social and entrepreneurial prominence with a sizable fraction of the region's wealth firmly in their control. Possessing keen foresight, apathy and abyssal cynicism, most of Anict's elite conveniently allowed the chaos of the General War to devastate the region's economy fully a second time before stepping in to salvage the wreckage at a premium.<br>

	In the decades since the General War, Anict has risen from the ashes to become a center of industry, exploiting bountiful resources, extremely favorable laws and low labor costs to become a haven for export manufacturing in all sectors. An explosion of ~~contruction~~ has transformed its run-down cities into modern islands of light and clean lines. It has garnered a reputation for hard, knife-edged business. But anyone who stays there long enough begins to hear something groaning beneath the polished exterior, coming from somewhere carefully placed out of sight. Great care is taken to ~~shepard~~ away inquisitive visitors, though most don't have to look any further than their business associates to know what's really there. They present a perfect face, a smile and executive attire. Beneath is ~~ruthlessness~~, corruption~~, greed~~ and utter moral vacuousness.<br>		In the decades since the General War, Anict has risen from the ashes to become a center of industry, exploiting bountiful resources, extremely favorable laws and low labor costs to become a haven for export manufacturing in all sectors. An explosion of construction has transformed its run-down cities into modern islands of light and clean lines. It has garnered a reputation for hard, knife-edged business. But anyone who stays there long enough begins to hear something groaning beneath the polished exterior, coming from somewhere carefully placed out of sight. Great care is taken to shepherd away inquisitive visitors, though most don't have to look any further than their business associates to know what's really there. They present a perfect face, a smile and executive attire. Beneath is avarice, corruption and utter moral vacuousness.<br>

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	Anict Annex<br>		'''Anict Annex'''<br>

	Anict was one of many peripheral Belkar realms conquered during Desslok's expansionist campaigns. The conquest decimated the region's nascent economy and the colonial administation installed afterwards was never particularly able to repair the damage. For a decade Anict leeched funds from the Empire to sustain its tenuous stability, and most forms of public order went down Desslok and the cessation of Belkar support. Opportunistic forces within the region had exploited the Empire's poor control of the periphery to enrich themselves, often through simple embezzlement and fraud. By the fall of the Empire the most successful of these had risen to social and entrepreneurial prominence with a sizeable fraction of the region's wealth firmly in their control. Possessing keen foresight, ~~ruthlessness~~ and abyssal cynicism, most of Anict's elite conveniently allowed the chaos of the General War to devestate the region's economy fully a second time before stepping in to salvage the wreckage at a premium.<br>		Anict was one of many peripheral Belkar realms conquered during Desslok's expansionist campaigns. The conquest decimated the region's nascent economy and the colonial administation installed afterwards was never particularly able to repair the damage. For a decade Anict leeched funds from the Empire to sustain its tenuous stability, and most forms of public order went down Desslok and the cessation of Belkar support. Opportunistic forces within the region had exploited the Empire's poor control of the periphery to enrich themselves, often through simple embezzlement and fraud. By the fall of the Empire the most successful of these had risen to social and entrepreneurial prominence with a sizeable fraction of the region's wealth firmly in their control. Possessing keen foresight, apathy and abyssal cynicism, most of Anict's elite conveniently allowed the chaos of the General War to devestate the region's economy fully a second time before stepping in to salvage the wreckage at a premium.<br>

	In the decades since the General War, Anict has risen from the ashes to become a center of industry, exploiting bountiful resources, extremely favorable laws and low labor costs to become a haven for export manufacturing in all sectors. An explosion of contruction has transformed its run-down cities into modern islands of light and clean lines. It has garnered a reputation for hard, knife-edged business. But anyone who stays there long enough begins to hear something groaning beneath the polished exterior, coming from somewhere carefully placed out of sight. Great care is taken to shepard away inquisitive visitors, though most don't have to look any further than their business associates to know what's really there. They present a perfect face, a smile and executive attire. Beneath is ruthlessness, corruption, greed and utter ~~apathy~~.<br>		In the decades since the General War, Anict has risen from the ashes to become a center of industry, exploiting bountiful resources, extremely favorable laws and low labor costs to become a haven for export manufacturing in all sectors. An explosion of contruction has transformed its run-down cities into modern islands of light and clean lines. It has garnered a reputation for hard, knife-edged business. But anyone who stays there long enough begins to hear something groaning beneath the polished exterior, coming from somewhere carefully placed out of sight. Great care is taken to shepard away inquisitive visitors, though most don't have to look any further than their business associates to know what's really there. They present a perfect face, a smile and executive attire. Beneath is ruthlessness, corruption, greed and utter moral vacuousness.<br>


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	Flags of Convenience<br>		Flags of Convenience<br>
	Nobody even knows how exports from Anict wind up on virtually every world of Iscandar, let alone how they manage to get through customs. But the paperwork is all there and it is ~~[i]~~flawless~~[/i]~~.<br>		Nobody even knows how exports from Anict wind up on virtually every world of Iscandar, let alone how they manage to get through customs. But the paperwork is all there and it is ''flawless''.<br>

	Ubiquitous Contacts<br>		Ubiquitous Contacts<br>

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	~~Testing~~.		Mumble mumble, etc. etc. Don't panic, there's still plenty of time to evacuate!

	~~The Thirty Second Version: A disgruntled~~ Svartalfr ~~who departed~~ Midgard ~~with~~ a ~~number~~ of ~~like-minded followers with~~ the ~~carefully coreographed hijacking~~ of ~~a powerful Aesir warship,~~ and ~~has spent~~ the ~~intervening decades carving out a name for himself as a pirate~~ of the ~~star lanes~~. ~~Sophisticated~~, ~~well-educated~~ and ~~entirely unwilling to submit~~ to ~~any form~~ of ~~authority, he has found~~ the ~~favor of Loki for being an entertaining agent of chaos with a flair for~~ the ~~dramatic~~. ~~<br>~~		Kolgierr

			At one time, some might say a previous life, Kolgeirr was a Svartalfr- one of the dark elves of Midgard. Like most of his kind his life was demarked by a long tenure of dutiful service to the lords of Midgard and the nanoindustrial megaplex. A difference lay though in some hidden defect of the psyche that the years slowly worked to the point where the veneer of loyalty fractured and he sought to leave, although not to simply disappear. This Svartalfr was not content with the thought of a simple life, nor quiet retirement. Seeking power, glory and riches beyond his ken, he hatched a conspiracy within Midgard itself to steal one of the Aesir's warships as it lay half-built in dock and seek fame amid the stars.

	~~Race:~~		Skilled artisans, especially those beyond suspicion, had little trouble integrating the keys to their aspirations within the ship itself. Once triggered, all painstakingly laid plans came to fruition and the theft proceeded masterfully. Discovery came too late to stop the gleaming hull from powering out of its fabricator cocoon, but too early for a clean escape. Rightfully outraged, the Aesir relentlessly persued and chased the ship and its captain all across the stars. The flight to freedom was memorable for its dogged persuit and a few flashes of tactical brilliance, but epic only in failure. Near its end the chase eventually crossed into Jotunheim, fate bringing the giants across the path of the fleeing Kolgierr and his persuers. It had been a reasonable gamble with the Jotun all too wary of the intrusion, and the Aesir none too eager to spark a war to end all wars for the sake of stopping one rogue. But perhaps contrary to all reasonable expectations, the Jotun actually took the Aesir at their word concerning the renegade ship and agreed in not only allowing the Aesir to pass, but to help them end their traitor as well. Trapped by his failed gambit, the errant Svartalfr made his stand amid the rings of the jovian Vigrimmr and decided to meet his end fighting, Aesir closing in behind and Jotun coming in from above. It was a futile effort, given the odds, but a much welcomed gesture for the warrior Aesir who were eager to see some fight after the chase and perhaps solemnly glad that even a traitor of Midgard wouldn't go out quietly.
	~~The Svartalfr dark-elves~~, ~~short~~, ~~strong~~, and ~~tough~~, ~~are expert craftsmen who run many~~ of the ~~nanofactories~~ of ~~Midgard~~, ~~producing~~ war ~~materiel~~ and ~~fine artifacts~~.
	Svartalfr ~~gain +2 Physical~~, ~~+2 Education~~, ~~+1 Finesse, +1 Wits, +2 Physical (Toughness)~~, and ~~+1 Education (Engineering)~~. ~~<br>~~

	~~Calling: <br>~~		But that Svartalfr plunged his ship into the rings, and fought both Aesir and Jotun while threading through the hazey disc like a needing through cloth. It was baffling how the traitor ship didn't break under the sheer weight of the crossfire. But it was downright amazing when it breached through the fluffy ring tops in a gyser of ice time and time again, positioned to take advantage of some intangible weakness, delivered a telling blow to some ship, and disappeared again. It couldn't have and surely didn't last long, as the sheer firepower levied on the rogue warship ensured that it was battered every time it showed itself. At the end, the potential that this was some gambit for escape drew the persuers close, and into the fog and too close to hide. And that Svartalfr lunged into the middle of them, using the hulls of his enemies to shield himself from their fellows, ducking and weaving like a practiced knife fighter in a melee. It only lasted minutes, but when the rogue was finally ruined and the ship completely dead, the Aesir marvelled at the carnage he wrought for being so badly outmatched. Two ships destroyed completely, and two more too badly damaged to return.
	~~Warriors gain +1 Finesse~~ and ~~+1 Physical~~. ~~<br>~~
	~~Strategoi gain an additional +1 Charisma (Command)~~ and ~~+2 Education (Military History)~~. ~~<br>~~

	~~Blessings: <br>~~		That was how the Aesir left Kolgeirr of Midgard, tumbling slowly into the giant world's pull. He naturally deserved to die for his crimes, and all those with him, but none had expected him to fall gloriously and some grumbled at the thought of the dark elf's wasted potential. Drifting in space wasn't how Kolgierr ended, though. The Jotun had suffered relatively lightly for their trouble and marvelled at the chaos this one frail flesh-thing had caused for their ancestral enemies, and perhaps appreciating more forcing the Aesir to bend their pride to catch him. Surely something could be saved.
	~~Trickster: <br>~~
	~~This blessing grants +1 Wits~~ and ~~+1 Education (Security)~~. ~~<br>~~

	~~War:~~		Of the ship there weren't enough intact pieces to reforge a whole, although making one vessel out of the remains of five was an easy matter. But they could not save its captain, or at least repair his broken flesh. Instead they bound his mind into a machine so that the spirit would live on, even if in the shell of a drone, and set him loose again. Although one of the Asgard took notice, and furious at the notion that such a traitor would escape death, shackled the soul with a curse that would see him suffer in life. Although it's also suspected that Loki, both mischevious and amused, craftily meddled with his fellow's curse, just so he could see that granted freedom and spurred to continue along the same path, what exactly such a soul would do.
	~~The blessing~~ of a ~~war-god grants +1 Finesse~~ and ~~+1 Physical (Toughness)~~. ~~<br>~~

	~~Stats~~: ~~(32 CP)~~ <br>		Race: <br>
	Magery~~: 0 <br>~~		Forgeborn (Maximum Magery of 2, +3 Physical, +2 Education, +1 Wits, +1 Charisma, +2 Physical (Toughness) +1 Education (Ancestral/Encyclopedic Memories). <br>
	~~Finesse:~~ 2 +~~1 +1 +1 = 5 (~~3 ~~CP) <br>~~		Kolgierr was saved, although in the body of a drone the Jotun usually use to interact with their lessers.<br>
	Physical~~: 2~~ +2 +1 ~~= 5 (3 CP) <br>~~
	~~:Additional: +3 (Tough) <br>~~
	~~Education: 3 + 2 = 5 (6 CP) <br>~~
	~~:Additional:~~ +1 ~~(Engineering)~~ +2 (~~Military History~~) +1 (~~Security) <br>~~
	~~Wits: 4 + 1 +1 = 6 (10 CP~~) <br>
	~~Charisma: 4 (10 CP) <br>~~
	~~:Additional: +1 (Command)~~ <br>

	~~Legend~~: 3 (~~12 CP~~) <br>		Calling:<br>
	~~Tactical Legend~~		Warrior (+1 Finesse and +1 Physical)<br>
			Strategoi gain an additional +1 Charisma (Command) and +2 Education (Military History)<br>

	~~Merits/Flaws~~: <br>		Blessings:<br>
	~~Hierloom: A particularly ornate pistol~~. ~~1 CP~~		Trickster (+1 Wits and +1 Education (Security))<br>
			Knowledge (+1 Education and +1 Education (any specialty))<br>
			It's both fortunate and dangerous that one of the trickster gods is interested in anything.<br>

	~~Fiefdom~~: (15 CP) <br>		Stats: (38 CP)<br>
			Magery: 0<br>
			Finesse: 3 +1 = (6 CP)<br>
			Additional: +2 (Melee) (3 CP)<br>
			Physical: 3 +3 +1 = 7 (6 CP)<br>
			Additional: +2 (Tough)<br>

	~~Metropolis~~ (15 CP): you rule over a metropolis of millions which can support military or paramilitary forces in the thousands, or a sizable chunk of a continent with multiple cities. As an alternative, you can have a small fleet of mixed light and medium ships or a single heavy ship such as a battleship or avatar carrier. <br>		Education: 2 +2 +1 = 5 (3 CP)<br>
			Additional: +1 (Ancestral/Encyclopedic Memories)<br>
			+2 (Military History)<br>
			+1 (Engineering)<br>
			Wits: 4 +1 +1 = 6 (10 CP)<br>
			Charisma: 4 +1 = 5 (10 CP)<br>
			Additional: +1 (Command)<br>

	Escort (10 CP): ~~You~~ have ~~an escort trailing you~~ of ~~approximately a hundred men~~. <br>		Legend: 3 (12 CP)<br>
			Tactical Legend<br>


			Merits/Flaws:<br>
			Immortal (15): Weakness: Harm to his ship.<br>
			Geasa (Cannot Be Alone, Must Command The Ship) (-10)<br>
			Related: Immortality, Escort<br>
			Hated by Fate (-5)<br>
			Cursed to never be free of trouble, yet fated never to die so long as he commands a ship, it seems this soul's fate has been wrought for someone's potentially cruel amusement.<br>

			Fiefdom:<br>

			Metropolis (15 CP): The Aesir warship that was stolen from Midgard is gone, but Kolgeirr commands a battleship none the less.<br>

			Escort (10 CP): A few of Kolgeirr's co-conspirators survived, but his exploits have drawn in a number of adventurous sorts.<br>
			<br>

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	The Svartalfr dark-elves, short, strong, and tough, are expert craftsmen who run many of the nanofactories of Midgard, producing war materiel and fine artifacts.		The Svartalfr dark-elves, short, strong, and tough, are expert craftsmen who run many of the nanofactories of Midgard, producing war materiel and fine artifacts.
	Svartalfr gain +2 Physical, +2 Education, +1 Wits, +2 Physical (Toughness), and +2 Education (Engineering). <br>		Svartalfr gain +2 Physical, +2 Education, +1 Finesse, +1 Wits, +2 Physical (Toughness), and +1 Education (Engineering). <br>

	Calling: <br>		Calling: <br>
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	The blessing of a war-god grants +1 Finesse and +1 Physical (Toughness). <br>		The blessing of a war-god grants +1 Finesse and +1 Physical (Toughness). <br>

	Stats: (30 CP) <br>		Stats: (32 CP) <br>
	Magery: 0 <br>		Magery: 0 <br>
	Finesse: 3 +1 +1 = 5 (6 CP) <br>		Finesse: 2 +1 +1 +1 = 5 (3 CP) <br>
	Physical: 3 +2 +1 = 6 (6 CP) <br>		Physical: 2 +2 +1 = 5 (3 CP) <br>
	:Additional: +3 (Tough) <br>		:Additional: +3 (Tough) <br>
	Education: 3 +2 = 5 (6 CP) <br>		Education: 3 + 2 = 5 (6 CP) <br>
	:Additional: +2 (Engineering) +2 (Military History) +1 (Security) <br>		:Additional: +1 (Engineering) +2 (Military History) +1 (Security) <br>
	Wits: 3 +1 +1 = 5 (6 CP) <br>		Wits: 4 + 1 +1 = 6 (10 CP) <br>
	Charisma: 3 (6 CP) <br>		Charisma: 4 (10 CP) <br>
	:Additional: +1 (Command) <br>		:Additional: +1 (Command) <br>

	Legend: 3 (12 CP) <br>		Legend: 3 (12 CP) <br>
			Tactical Legend

	Merits/Flaws: <br>		Merits/Flaws: <br>
	~~Heirloom (+~~1) CP ~~<br>~~		Hierloom: A particularly ornate pistol. 1 CP
	~~Flashy (-3) CP <br>~~

	Fiefdom: (15 CP) <br>		Fiefdom: (15 CP) <br>
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	Metropolis (15 CP): you rule over a metropolis of millions which can support military or paramilitary forces in the thousands, or a sizable chunk of a continent with multiple cities. As an alternative, you can have a small fleet of mixed light and medium ships or a single heavy ship such as a battleship or avatar carrier. <br>		Metropolis (15 CP): you rule over a metropolis of millions which can support military or paramilitary forces in the thousands, or a sizable chunk of a continent with multiple cities. As an alternative, you can have a small fleet of mixed light and medium ships or a single heavy ship such as a battleship or avatar carrier. <br>

	Escort ~~[Elite]~~ (20 CP): You have an escort trailing you of approximately a hundred men. <br>		Escort (10 CP): You have an escort trailing you of approximately a hundred men. <br>

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The Thirty Second Version: A disgruntled Svartalfr who departed Midgard with a number of like-minded followers with the carefully coreographed hijacking of a powerful Aesir warship, and has spent the intervening decades carving out a name for himself as a pirate of the star lanes. Sophisticated, well-educated and entirely unwilling to submit to any form of authority, he has found the favor of Loki for being an entertaining agent of chaos with a flair for the dramatic. 

Race:
The Svartalfr dark-elves, short, strong, and tough, are expert craftsmen who run many of the nanofactories of Midgard, producing war materiel and fine artifacts.
Svartalfr gain +2 Physical, +2 Education, +1 Wits, +2 Physical (Toughness), and +2 Education (Engineering). 

Calling: 
Warriors gain +1 Finesse and +1 Physical. 
Strategoi gain an additional +1 Charisma (Command) and +2 Education (Military History). 

Blessings: 
Trickster: 
This blessing grants +1 Wits and +1 Education (Security). 

War:
The blessing of a war-god grants +1 Finesse and +1 Physical (Toughness). 

Stats: (30 CP) 
Magery: 0 
Finesse: 3 +1 +1 = 5 (6 CP) 
Physical: 3 +2 +1 = 6 (6 CP) 
:Additional: +3 (Tough) 
Education: 3 +2 = 5 (6 CP) 
:Additional: +2 (Engineering) +2 (Military History) +1 (Security) 
Wits: 3 +1 +1 = 5 (6 CP) 
Charisma: 3 (6 CP) 
:Additional: +1 (Command) 

Legend: 3 (12 CP) 

Merits/Flaws: 
Heirloom (+1) CP 
Flashy (-3) CP 

Fiefdom: (15 CP) 

Metropolis (15 CP): you rule over a metropolis of millions which can support military or paramilitary forces in the thousands, or a sizable chunk of a continent with multiple cities. As an alternative, you can have a small fleet of mixed light and medium ships or a single heavy ship such as a battleship or avatar carrier. 

Escort [Elite] (20 CP): You have an escort trailing you of approximately a hundred men.