Welcome to the homepage for Invicta, a multi-platform online gaming community. We currently play Age of Conan and Star Wars: the Old Republic and several first-person shooter games, though we support interest in many MMOs among our members.
It is strongly recommended that new members read through the Information page for general information on the guild and the game-specific info for rules and information specific to the guild in that game.
I've added functionality that'll let you select your own theme. Right now, the choices are 'Invicta Default' and 'Invicta - TOR Imperial'. To switch your theme, click 'My account' in the left column, then 'edit'. You should see a block on the right-hand side that'll allow you to choose the theme of your choice (there's another choice, 'Garland', which is the drupal default theme... and its ugly!).
When you are unconscious, you dream. And sometimes you struggle to the surface, and it is hard to tell whether you are still dreaming or not. The reality blurs with the dreams and you lose touch with what is real and what is not.
Now that our operation on Balmorra is victorious, it is important for the Sith of this order to return to their duties of improving ourselves physically and mentally. Being a Sith means constant learning and eternal growing. We’re perpetual students. The moment we rest upon our laurels, is the moment we become expendable. An air of complacency and mediocrity is spreading through our ranks like a virus. It should and will stop here.
Raana left Ba’raka and Tiakos standing in the hallway, staring awkwardly at one another while she gently shut the bedroom door and locked it. She gave them both a look as she ducked back inside, chuckling quietly, “Girl stuff, you boys understand.” Once the door was closed, she turned to Tara.
When: Wed, August 20th. 9 PM CST
Where: ISS Invicta
An IC guild meeting will be held on the bridge of the ISS Invicta. The meeting will also have an OOC portion.
ICly, we'll be discussing the aftermath of the Battle of Balmorra, as well as what the future holds for the organisation.
We'll be discussing Invict's fleet, as well as new headquarters.
We'll also be announcing, ICly, the formation of the Imperial Branch, and introducing the officer in charge.
The Imperial Legion of Project Invicta will encompass all branches for the imperial military (troopers, navel, Intel) so it will give freedom for people to play characters they would like. That said, as it’s a military themed division, there will be some slight limitations.
Part of the reason for the development of the imperial division is to provide a great feel for the Empire and more structured theme within the guild. With that in mind, I will be trying to find a balance between structure, character flexibility, and fun.
The sky had visibly darkened as the imperial armada moved in and began their orbital assault on the planet. A green hue casts over the land and the horrifying sound of the dreadnaughts cannons filled the air. The cannons stopped and squadrons of bombers shrieked through the sky dropping more pin-pointed attacks on anti-infantry emplacements making way for the wave of troops waiting to storm the gates and take the factories.
Ana started when Ba’raka stepped into the room, hiding something behind her back. The room was an absolute mess, strewn with clothes EVERYWHERE. Every closet in the ship had been torn apart it seemed and he noted from the corner of his eyes that one wall seemed oddly bare. He was pretty sure something had been hanging there when he left earlier that morning. He approached, folding his arms over his chest.
“What are we doing today sweetness, playing dress up?”
A debris field grows, slowly and inexorably, around the war-torn planet of Balmorra. Discarded shipping containers, failed escape pods, and jettisoned engine cores litter the black, twisting slowly in the silence. Now and then, the planet's gravity well pulls something just a little too close, and it leaves a brilliant streak through the sky as it dies.
Raana paced back and forth across the hangar floor until Tiakos finally reached out a hand to stop her. Before she could jerk her arm away he tugged her in close, his open palm sliding across her round, firm belly.
Invicta is the greatest guild in the MMO gaming community. I’ve been in a lot of guild in my gaming day, a lot of really great ones. This one is, hands down, the best. Not because of anything myself or the officers do, but because of what the average members do.
After a quick swat to silence the alarm Jar’rogen leaned back into his chair and took a deep breath as he began to take a short break from the stacks of datapads on his desk, each containing some kind of report that either due to worth, or some ones connections, had ended up in front of him for review. Not long ago he discovered how much it helped if ever so often he took fifteen minutes or so, ever so often, to stop thinking about anything related to the work before him.
Tara wiped her brow with the back of her hand. It seemed the spices she added to the strips of nerf steak were a little more pungent than she had expected. She took a handful of green, leafy herbs to bring the temperature down. Tasting a slice, she nods to herself and slides the meat onto the serving platter to rest. She'd spent a good amount of time on the gravy sauce it was cooked in, but didn't see it as an inconvenience because she had a date with the man she loved.
He picked up a piece of bread from the tray he was carrying and offered it to her gently. She pulled her knees up to her chin, pressing her back to the headboard of the bed. She turned her head, her eyes blank as she again refused the food. He sighed, placing the bread back on the tray and scooting closer. His arm slipped around her waist and he pressed his face to her shoulder, shaking his head.
"Please," he whispered, "I don't know what else to do."
The universe winked out of existence. It was hard to describe. It was almost like floating in space, only there were no stars, no point of origin by which to navigate. Someone floating through space would still feel their body, still know who they were, have memories of the things they had done and the life they had lead.
She paced the living room of her ship, swinging her arms in agitation. She was restless, unfocused... why? Her thoughts returned to earlier and her teeth gnashed, grinding together. Inside her head came a soft, lilting chuckle.