Lessir Tsurani
18-03-2005, 11:54
##The City was alight, it burned under the fire of thousands of Weapons of War. The screams of the people could be heard as the Enemy Force ravaged their people and killed the remaining warriors. The once proud city now was nothing more then a dead nation. On the top of the North Gate of the keep, a Mighty warrior stood cutting down those that tried to scale the walls. He wore a suit of armour that set off a power from it, and the blade rose and fell. Inhuman cries came from the figure, who’s blade rose and fell, killing any who stood in its path. Now the other warriors on the walls where overwhelmed, and the man stood alone, and still he fought. He turned, moving faster then most of the warriors could follow. Even as warriors stormed the keep he killed them, moving through the halls and he stood killing. He then felt the pain erupt in his back and turned, sighing at the arrow that was logged into his back. There was a seconds pause, for this sensation was new to him. Then their was the slight voice in his head.
It is called dieing. Came the sound. It is your end, I must leave you now. And a quick flash and the armour was gone, leaving the man naked but for a loin Cloth.
The Minister looked around the city, as the Nedilin where Finally Dead. He almost cried at the destruction they had been forced to cause. This was the most horrendous thing the united races had done. An Entire species destroyed before their might because it would destroy them otherwise. The Species had fought them with a deadly fury, and had nearly been the downfall of the United Races of the Federation. Now the Federation could live in peace, now they where free. He looked up, sighing at the form of a soldier coming in.
“Report” Came a weary voice.
“Sir, the Enemy have fallen, all are dead, the last woman and child.” Said the soldier in a highly emotional voice. “It was hard fight, since the children fought us with great fury, and the King was found naked in the western wing of the palace, dead with an arrow in his back.”
“Good, It is done.” He finished.
On a planet seven thousand light years away, a man awoke. He was thin and lanky, tall with two massive wings locked onto his shoulders. His ears where swept up and lob less, and his features finely chiselled on his face. He stood on weak legs, wobbling before his mind worked out how to gain control of himself this morning. Slowly walking out he looked at the time and smiled, still morning. He walked towards the bed and looked down on his wife. She was young, like he, but not young enough to be considered a child. He left her Undisturbed anyway, for she would wake when she wanted, to try and do so before was useless. He slipped out and clapped for servants, who brought him his cloths. While he hated this, the people worried he was displeased with them if they where not allowed to, and the Illetrians had a annoying way of committing suicide when they thought their Lord was Displeased. He smiled once they where done and moved out to the Hall. Breakfast was on the table, with all types of food. He was glad that what he and his advisers did not eat where given to the homeless, for their was enough their to feed a party for a week. He took up a knife and fork and began to take some fruit of one of the plates. He was about to eat when a short black robes figure moved into the room. The Emperor rose, his food forgotten. He gestured for the room to be emptied, and once it was he bowed from the waist. He studied the man, no taller then 5’8”, a dwarf where 9 feet was average. The Emperor remembered this man was human, not Illetrian, still he bowed, for he was his master.
“Master?” He said in his bow.
“Stand Jenri” Came the calm reply. “We are past that, we established this last centaury.”
“Old Habits die hard Pug” Said The Emperor as he rose. “After all, you are still head of the Conclave.”
“Yes, and now your Duty to the Conclave interferes with this one.” The Emperor sighed. “Your putting Tomas in charge of things then?”
“He is good, better then any other for the job.” Pug said slowly. “And he is your Supreme Force Commander, That’s better then the Warlord.”
“But Not Delawere.” Came the Emperors reply. “We established that, just to stop him from starting civil war. If he wants the post of regent I can not pass him over.”
“Aye, That is a problem.” Pug considered, then sighed. “It will have to be Imrick, he is the only one who can claim control without dishonouring one of the two warriors.”
“But Imrick is my wife’s to command, not mine.” The flat reply came.
“But your wife will go with you, as will Teclis, and Tyrion will not be fit to rule. She will see the wisdom in this choice. Now, be ready for the call. I will make sure necessary arrangements are made. Be ready to leave the palace in a hurry, or mighty problems will arise.”
“As my Master wishes.” The Emperor said, bowing.
“See you soon”
“Yes Pug, See you soon” The Emperor said as he returned to his Breakfast.
Lithia stood, her mechanical body whirring with the sound of the small cave. She smiled as Miranda walked in.
“Hello Beautiful” They both said at the same exact moment. Their was the pearl of their Laughter.
“So, what you wanting now?” She said. “The Conclave has not sent word to me since before the Tsurani-Na fell apart.”
“Yes, but we have not had reason.” She smiled. “Your skill is needed now, for the enemy have come again. You will be called when we are ready, but be ready to leave.”
“Very well” She said slowly. “I will be. Make yourself ready lady.”
“I shall, now, go, your husband needs you.”
The universe was ready, once more the Conclave of Shadows would tamper with Intergalactic Politics. Agents so far flung it was unknown would work, and now, it was beginning.
OOC This is Compleatly open, with a minor problem. To join you must make a Character Part of the Conclave of Shadows. Now, this is not a Spy under the Control of Lessir Tsurani, Infact the Conclave is like the Illuminati, but fights against something that they try and keep traped.
It is called dieing. Came the sound. It is your end, I must leave you now. And a quick flash and the armour was gone, leaving the man naked but for a loin Cloth.
The Minister looked around the city, as the Nedilin where Finally Dead. He almost cried at the destruction they had been forced to cause. This was the most horrendous thing the united races had done. An Entire species destroyed before their might because it would destroy them otherwise. The Species had fought them with a deadly fury, and had nearly been the downfall of the United Races of the Federation. Now the Federation could live in peace, now they where free. He looked up, sighing at the form of a soldier coming in.
“Report” Came a weary voice.
“Sir, the Enemy have fallen, all are dead, the last woman and child.” Said the soldier in a highly emotional voice. “It was hard fight, since the children fought us with great fury, and the King was found naked in the western wing of the palace, dead with an arrow in his back.”
“Good, It is done.” He finished.
On a planet seven thousand light years away, a man awoke. He was thin and lanky, tall with two massive wings locked onto his shoulders. His ears where swept up and lob less, and his features finely chiselled on his face. He stood on weak legs, wobbling before his mind worked out how to gain control of himself this morning. Slowly walking out he looked at the time and smiled, still morning. He walked towards the bed and looked down on his wife. She was young, like he, but not young enough to be considered a child. He left her Undisturbed anyway, for she would wake when she wanted, to try and do so before was useless. He slipped out and clapped for servants, who brought him his cloths. While he hated this, the people worried he was displeased with them if they where not allowed to, and the Illetrians had a annoying way of committing suicide when they thought their Lord was Displeased. He smiled once they where done and moved out to the Hall. Breakfast was on the table, with all types of food. He was glad that what he and his advisers did not eat where given to the homeless, for their was enough their to feed a party for a week. He took up a knife and fork and began to take some fruit of one of the plates. He was about to eat when a short black robes figure moved into the room. The Emperor rose, his food forgotten. He gestured for the room to be emptied, and once it was he bowed from the waist. He studied the man, no taller then 5’8”, a dwarf where 9 feet was average. The Emperor remembered this man was human, not Illetrian, still he bowed, for he was his master.
“Master?” He said in his bow.
“Stand Jenri” Came the calm reply. “We are past that, we established this last centaury.”
“Old Habits die hard Pug” Said The Emperor as he rose. “After all, you are still head of the Conclave.”
“Yes, and now your Duty to the Conclave interferes with this one.” The Emperor sighed. “Your putting Tomas in charge of things then?”
“He is good, better then any other for the job.” Pug said slowly. “And he is your Supreme Force Commander, That’s better then the Warlord.”
“But Not Delawere.” Came the Emperors reply. “We established that, just to stop him from starting civil war. If he wants the post of regent I can not pass him over.”
“Aye, That is a problem.” Pug considered, then sighed. “It will have to be Imrick, he is the only one who can claim control without dishonouring one of the two warriors.”
“But Imrick is my wife’s to command, not mine.” The flat reply came.
“But your wife will go with you, as will Teclis, and Tyrion will not be fit to rule. She will see the wisdom in this choice. Now, be ready for the call. I will make sure necessary arrangements are made. Be ready to leave the palace in a hurry, or mighty problems will arise.”
“As my Master wishes.” The Emperor said, bowing.
“See you soon”
“Yes Pug, See you soon” The Emperor said as he returned to his Breakfast.
Lithia stood, her mechanical body whirring with the sound of the small cave. She smiled as Miranda walked in.
“Hello Beautiful” They both said at the same exact moment. Their was the pearl of their Laughter.
“So, what you wanting now?” She said. “The Conclave has not sent word to me since before the Tsurani-Na fell apart.”
“Yes, but we have not had reason.” She smiled. “Your skill is needed now, for the enemy have come again. You will be called when we are ready, but be ready to leave.”
“Very well” She said slowly. “I will be. Make yourself ready lady.”
“I shall, now, go, your husband needs you.”
The universe was ready, once more the Conclave of Shadows would tamper with Intergalactic Politics. Agents so far flung it was unknown would work, and now, it was beginning.
OOC This is Compleatly open, with a minor problem. To join you must make a Character Part of the Conclave of Shadows. Now, this is not a Spy under the Control of Lessir Tsurani, Infact the Conclave is like the Illuminati, but fights against something that they try and keep traped.