The Flame Drake Zoltan
24-09-2003, 18:17
Nervously walking down the corridor was young Smithe, one of the few civil servants left from last years ‘incident’. ‘Incident’ was the best for the events of last year because no matter how many times Smithe went over it in his mind; he couldn’t come to terms with what really happened.
Slowly and somewhat more quietly, Smithe approached the doors into the main lecture theatre in which his new leader lay quiet inside. Carefully, as though to make no sound, Smithe opened the double door and tip toed into the hall.
As strong breeze could be felt from the ceiling where the roof had been destroyed, opening up into the cool autumn air, with his hair standing up on his arms and legs, Smithe approached his lord, a dark figure laying in the middle of the stage on top a pile of valuable, shiny items.
The dark figure slowly rose as it heard Smithe walk in; though Smithe was sure he made no sound. In a deep voice, the figure spoke. “How long will it take to regain our military strength, Smithe?” It said in a calm fashion.
“Well… err… since you decimated most of them last year m’lord, we can only estimate that-” Smithe was interrupted, much to his dismay.
“I don’t want estimates Smithe, I want to know how long until we have my army back to its full capability” The voice was still calm, though a little more demanding.
“You have to understand Sir, the men of your kingdom don’t want to join the military; they fear that it may happen again” Smithe looked on the verge of a breakdown, the migraine got worse.
“I don’t have to understand anything, Smithe. Tell the population that they don’t need not fear this time, I will not be doing it again.”
“Yes Sir, of course Sir.”
“Good, now what are these weapons you tell me of, these…Gonnes” Smithe smiled at this mispronunciation but only slightly.
“They are the weapons of this age m’lord. They are like crossbows, only they reload by themselves and are much faster.”
“Yes… weapons of this time… what ever happened to suits of armour, long bows and swords?”
“People thought of new weapons, tactics and inventions… the world has changed a lot from when you knew it”
The dark figure voice sounded a little disappointed. “Yes… I suppose it has. Very well, how much paper will you need to get them to sign up?”
“A fair bit sir, but you needn’t worry about the dollars. You will still have your gold either way.”
“Good… it’s one of the few things I still understand these days. I’m going to patrol the skies, keep this nation running… oh and finally, have you found any mages?”
Smithe looked a little worried again “No sir, we have not found any; perhaps it is a lost art.”
“No Smithe, it is not a lost art, I can still taste the copper in the air… this world still has magic. Find me a mage Smithe, or failing that, find another kingdom that is willing to train us some. I’m going now so find me that Mage.”
The dark figure got up; it’s large mass filled most of the stage. But as it got up the red scales could be seen. It unfurled its wings and shot up into the air, outside people gasped even though they had keen it many times now. Carefully, the scaled creature beat its wings, hovering in mid air. Then finally, it decided a direction and begun to glide above the skies.
He was a majestic creature of old; his dark red scales the colour of fresh blood, an ancient dragon as tall as a eight story building. Zoltan, the Flame Drake.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/Iuthia/Characters/Zoltan.jpg
Lord Zoltan
OOC – This is the beginning of a set of posts describing Zoltan’s rule over his people and him building the ground work for his nation to recover from his arrival.
Zoltan was a dragon, lost over time in a near by mountain range, awoken by heavy mining. When he left this mountain range, he set out to rule a kingdom and sleep on a hoard of gold. Of course, the nation wasn’t going to stand up for this and pretty much lost most of its military attempting to stop Zoltan. After a couple of days, Zoltan hit the government headquarters and killed all but a few of the previous rulers. The nation gave up and accepted their fate, now Zoltan tithes gold (though not actual money) as well as anything else relatively shiny (being a huge magpie that breathes fire).
Now a year has passed and the people are almost content, though in a little bit of fear because they still remember what Zoltan did. His interests are with the people though, they are fairly safe and now they see him as the only protection they have, effectively having no military left.
Note: This is not an attempt at having a leader who can kill armies, the only reason he won is because of the size of the tiny nations military and his decisive attack against the rulers. He is a character I want to role-play quite a bit so I do not want a load of imperialists wanting to invade because they say they are doing “what is right”. I will ignore any nation that goes to war for stupid reasons with little to no roleplay.
Anyways… I’ve got plans for Zoltan. Nothing big mind, he isn’t a army in himself (though he’s almost an army, why do you think my nation has no military?) And I’m thinking of a few nice little plots to play along.
2nd Note: I am getting this nation started for a friend, it was his idea and he thinks it would be neat, he doesn’t have as much time as me (nor has he played NS before) so you may recognise this style of RP… though I doubt it, my main nation isn’t well known.
Slowly and somewhat more quietly, Smithe approached the doors into the main lecture theatre in which his new leader lay quiet inside. Carefully, as though to make no sound, Smithe opened the double door and tip toed into the hall.
As strong breeze could be felt from the ceiling where the roof had been destroyed, opening up into the cool autumn air, with his hair standing up on his arms and legs, Smithe approached his lord, a dark figure laying in the middle of the stage on top a pile of valuable, shiny items.
The dark figure slowly rose as it heard Smithe walk in; though Smithe was sure he made no sound. In a deep voice, the figure spoke. “How long will it take to regain our military strength, Smithe?” It said in a calm fashion.
“Well… err… since you decimated most of them last year m’lord, we can only estimate that-” Smithe was interrupted, much to his dismay.
“I don’t want estimates Smithe, I want to know how long until we have my army back to its full capability” The voice was still calm, though a little more demanding.
“You have to understand Sir, the men of your kingdom don’t want to join the military; they fear that it may happen again” Smithe looked on the verge of a breakdown, the migraine got worse.
“I don’t have to understand anything, Smithe. Tell the population that they don’t need not fear this time, I will not be doing it again.”
“Yes Sir, of course Sir.”
“Good, now what are these weapons you tell me of, these…Gonnes” Smithe smiled at this mispronunciation but only slightly.
“They are the weapons of this age m’lord. They are like crossbows, only they reload by themselves and are much faster.”
“Yes… weapons of this time… what ever happened to suits of armour, long bows and swords?”
“People thought of new weapons, tactics and inventions… the world has changed a lot from when you knew it”
The dark figure voice sounded a little disappointed. “Yes… I suppose it has. Very well, how much paper will you need to get them to sign up?”
“A fair bit sir, but you needn’t worry about the dollars. You will still have your gold either way.”
“Good… it’s one of the few things I still understand these days. I’m going to patrol the skies, keep this nation running… oh and finally, have you found any mages?”
Smithe looked a little worried again “No sir, we have not found any; perhaps it is a lost art.”
“No Smithe, it is not a lost art, I can still taste the copper in the air… this world still has magic. Find me a mage Smithe, or failing that, find another kingdom that is willing to train us some. I’m going now so find me that Mage.”
The dark figure got up; it’s large mass filled most of the stage. But as it got up the red scales could be seen. It unfurled its wings and shot up into the air, outside people gasped even though they had keen it many times now. Carefully, the scaled creature beat its wings, hovering in mid air. Then finally, it decided a direction and begun to glide above the skies.
He was a majestic creature of old; his dark red scales the colour of fresh blood, an ancient dragon as tall as a eight story building. Zoltan, the Flame Drake.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/Iuthia/Characters/Zoltan.jpg
Lord Zoltan
OOC – This is the beginning of a set of posts describing Zoltan’s rule over his people and him building the ground work for his nation to recover from his arrival.
Zoltan was a dragon, lost over time in a near by mountain range, awoken by heavy mining. When he left this mountain range, he set out to rule a kingdom and sleep on a hoard of gold. Of course, the nation wasn’t going to stand up for this and pretty much lost most of its military attempting to stop Zoltan. After a couple of days, Zoltan hit the government headquarters and killed all but a few of the previous rulers. The nation gave up and accepted their fate, now Zoltan tithes gold (though not actual money) as well as anything else relatively shiny (being a huge magpie that breathes fire).
Now a year has passed and the people are almost content, though in a little bit of fear because they still remember what Zoltan did. His interests are with the people though, they are fairly safe and now they see him as the only protection they have, effectively having no military left.
Note: This is not an attempt at having a leader who can kill armies, the only reason he won is because of the size of the tiny nations military and his decisive attack against the rulers. He is a character I want to role-play quite a bit so I do not want a load of imperialists wanting to invade because they say they are doing “what is right”. I will ignore any nation that goes to war for stupid reasons with little to no roleplay.
Anyways… I’ve got plans for Zoltan. Nothing big mind, he isn’t a army in himself (though he’s almost an army, why do you think my nation has no military?) And I’m thinking of a few nice little plots to play along.
2nd Note: I am getting this nation started for a friend, it was his idea and he thinks it would be neat, he doesn’t have as much time as me (nor has he played NS before) so you may recognise this style of RP… though I doubt it, my main nation isn’t well known.