NationStates Jolt Archive

Suddently, the following strange message could be heard over radio channels throughout the NS world...

"N'vati gokhadi! Kvatis goh'nchuk! Sta'vekk nos aknih! No'ldohr shuvek dun! Aldav skuu'ra kochniit! Stulekk Va'eg! Nurek! Nvalator sha'dekn kvalarat! Ald No'ldohr Dun! Nvalator kh'radi!"

The voice clearly wasn't human voice. It chilled the bones of those who heared it, as it clearly had an evil cloud around it.

ooc: I'll translate the message later... for now, have your self-proclaimed scientists struggle with it... :wink:

Bu'mp!

Ignorant humans... bump again!

Bump...are you really too lazy to post?!

Note that i am EEVIL. :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

(OOC: This looks like a job for... SEACTO MAN!)

"Sir, Pantocles logs are showing a possible alien transmission at 2300 hours."

"Can we pinpoint a place of origin?"

"Working on it sir."

"Good. I'll notify SEACTO."

ooc: ALIENS? NO! We are a evil race often encountered in RPGS!
A cookie for whoever guesses what one!

ELVES!

You are getting close... now guess what subspecies!

ELVES! No wait, that chilling voice, possible crack use, ELVIS IS ALIVE!

WRONG! FOOLISH HUMAN!

Okay, i'll reveal it. We're Elves...Dark Elves... The Ald'Dun'Noldohr...

WRONG! FOOLISH HUMAN!

Okay, i'll reveal it. We're Elves...Dark Elves... The Ald'Dun'Noldohr... AWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! THATS NOT FAIR!

We arent Elvis, really. Elvis lives in Florida with his boyfriend Anthony. Hes gay :o

(OOC: Alien, in that case, refers to 'unknown', not necessarily extrasolar. Point of Origin?)

ooc: What do you mean point of origin?

*Dark room, light only by 1 lightbulb*
*lightly squeacky voice*
"Euhm, master, we have some news."

*dark voice*

"Well, come one then. Spit it out."
"We have had a strange transmission on the radio, master"
"From where?"
"euh.. underground sir"
"Ah.. Okay, well pinpoint the origin, ow and, what did it say"
"well..."
"Yes?"
*a uneasy moving of feet is heard*
"We... don't know master.."
"Ah.. okay."
*little time of silence*
"THEN TRANSLATE IT YOU IDIOT!!!"
"Yes master, immidiatly master!"
*A door opens and closes*
*A computer screen is turned on*
"I want you to check out something for me"
*a new voice*
"As you wish"

ooc: We arent in space. We are underground near the core of the earth.
And here is... *drum roll* the translation!

"Attention Humans!Listen to us! And cringe in fear! Elves of the universe! We are here! We are ! Listen! Nvalator has risen! The Ancient Dark Elves! Nvalator will reign!"

*A most unfriendly message, thats for sure*

Bumped up!

*A door opens*
"We have the translations master"
"Ah good"
"It seems to be a ancient language"
"Interesting"
"It says:

Attention Humans!Listen to us! And cringe in fear! Elves of the universe! We are here! We are ! Listen! Nvalator has risen! The Ancient Dark Elves! Nvalator will reign!"

*A little giggeling can be heared, which slowly evolves into a full hearthed laughter*
*the laughter dies away*

"How very narrow minded.. Humans... *soft giggle*"
"Anywho, can we relay a message back?"
"I don't know master, I'll ask our techniscians"
"Good, go do so, I have buisness to attend to"
*A door closes*

OOC::: Can we relay a message back? Or will it disturb your storie?

Anywho, don't just accept the fact that every nations is filled with humans. Mine for example is made up of humans for a big part, but is controlled by vampires. Heck, there is even a possibility that the ruler is older then your Nvalator.

ooc: What do you mean point of origin?
This: ooc: We arent in space. We are underground near the core of the earth.

IC: "Ah. Never mind, sir. It's coming from Earth. Just some radio leakage."

The message is relayed to Emperor Gorrm from the Laser-Comm facility at Eeorouh, with the attached message.

"My Emperor. It seems the Elven races are springing up in droves. These ones seem hostile. To humans, at least. We defer to your judgement as to whether or not to initiate communication."

Gorrm reads the message, and calls in his Imperial Cook. They confer.

"Cook, what do you know of these Nvalator?"

"Ummm, I don't know anything about them, Sire. I'm a cook, not a member of the Diplomatic Corps."

"Mmm, yes. But if we meet them in battle, can we eat them?"

"Oh, definitely yes. Some chutney would give the meat a delicate flavor. But it would reflect poorly on us with our allies."

Gorrm uses a pick to get at a piece of meat lodged between his two rows of teeth from his last meal. "Mmm, yes. Very well. Carry on then."

"Yes, Sire."

A comm is sent back to Eeorouh.

"Do not initiate contact, but keep an ear on that channel. Let's see what they're up to."

ooc: Yes you can relay a message... but you will have to broadcast it on local radio... we are listening... and in the meanwhile breeding armies to overwhelm the world... :twisted:

the times they are-a-bumpin'

Bumpo the clown

A message is to be heared of local radio.

First a part in common language.

"Do not be alarmed, this message is a test from the governement."

Then the part in the language that was send back.

"The Free Land of Lunoris is willing to negotiate with the dark elves. We are inviting a representative if you goverment to our territory, he will be left alone and will have diplomatic imunity. We patiently await your anwser."

"Arr'huchni! Schuk'likk krevakk! Ald'Dun'Noldohr Nvalator rtuvek! Sulyne'chun arvleg?"

Translation:

"Agreed! We'll send somebody. The Ancient Dark Elves of Nvalator have spoken... got pie?" :D

Preperations for a state visit are being made.

ooc: Preparing preparations? :D

ooc: Preparing preparations? :D
OOC::: Corrected

Good.

Dark Prince Zarlenor, Heir to the Throne of Nvalator, will be coming. He is the son to Dark Liege Verandroaius. If he dies so will you. He will be taking bodyguards with him...and i warn you, they are deathly.

ooc: Finished preparations yet?

OOC::: mate, stop it with the treahts... I'm a 6th generation Malkavian vampire... You can't kill me that easily. Well, ok, you can threat me. But I might get pissed off... I'm crazy btw.

Yep, It took me a couple of days, but it's done.

There is nothing a Dark Elf cannot kill easily...unless it's a Dark Elf... sorry for the threats but... we strongly believe in revenge...

OOC:: Hmm. Then a vampire would be nothing.

Example, you can rip out our airways, we still would keep on living. And a generation 6 vampire(only 6 steps away from Caine) is very hard to kill. Not impossible, but very hard. Lets put it like this. You can empty a ak-47 in my stomach and i would keep on coming.

ah but... can you stand our battlemages throwing fireballs at you? Anyway. Dark Prince Zarlenor and his bodyguards have arrived (don't ask how, cuz i have no idea.)

Look mom! I just BUMPED the thread!

OOC::: Mate, I need more to work with, describe how you look, how you are dressed, the size of you bodygaurd. etc etc.

Suddently, the following strange message could be heard over radio channels throughout the NS world...

"N'vati gokhadi! Kvatis goh'nchuk! Sta'vekk nos aknih! No'ldohr shuvek dun! Aldav skuu'ra kochniit! Stulekk Va'eg! Nurek! Nvalator sha'dekn kvalarat! Ald No'ldohr Dun! Nvalator kh'radi!"

The voice clearly wasn't human voice. It chilled the bones of those who heared it, as it clearly had an evil cloud around it.

ooc: I'll translate the message later... for now, have your self-proclaimed scientists struggle with it... :wink:

"Eh," the bald man with a unibrow murmoured.

"Yeah, I see what you mean. Evil cloud definitely surrounds that voice, aye."

"Yup," the bald man replied.

"File it to NIUOA. They might have something to say about it."

A shrug from the bald man. The woman rolls her eyes. "Did I say 'when you feel like it', Radish?"

"No," Radish replies quietly, "but since you-"

"Very funny," the woman cut Radish off with.

* * *

The man behind the oak desk snorted. "What sort of gibberish nonsense is this?"

"Radio message, sir," the officer replied.

The Commissioner offered a blank, yet faintly irritated glance in repose.

"Is it... Dutch?"

"Nosir," the officer responded, pausing to raise a bemused eyebrow, "it's... well... actually, sir? I have no idea... but we're working on translating it."

Bushy eyebrows flit upwards; the Commissioner shrugs. "Hmm. Sounds Dutch to me. - Work faster."

The young officer turned to leave - but the Commissioner, quite suddenly blinking rather rapidly, calls out, "Wait a moment..."

The officer turns.

"Yessir?"

The Commissioner calms his eyelids before responding. "If you don't know what it is... how in the name of the Three Stars are they translating it?"

The officer blinks. "That... didn't occur to me, sir..."

OOC::: is it DUTCH?!? :evil:

Meh.... not nice.. Below the belt.. more stuff like that

ooc: IT ISNT DUTCH!

Oh and how Zarlenor looks like, he's 1 metre 60 tall, dark skin, red hair and eyes, and hes wearing a red robe that makes sure he is evil like a dark elven prince is supposed to be.

OOC::: Euh.. weapons, size of bodygaurd, do they have weapons? etc etc.

He has two bodyguards, they are wearing golden armor and big fat swords. Don't mess with them or your head will soon be decorating a spike.

OOC: Actually, it is Dutch. It's a dialect spoken in small villages in the province Drenthe.

OOC::: *sighs*
The whole point when you describe something is that you do not add stuff like. DO NOT MESS WITH THEM.. etc etc.

That isn't considered good RP. Unless it says somewhere on there armour.

Anywho.

IC::: A party of people stand waiting for the Prince. *it is night*. When the prince arrives a man steps forward. He is about 1,90. Has dark grey eyes. His hair hangs until his shoulders. He appears to be human. But two fangs can be seen when one was to look closely as he smiles. His face is of immense beauty. He has a slender build. But moves with alot of grace. "We greet you unto the fair soil of Lunoris dear prince. We hope you like your stay here" He bows slightly.

He is wearing silk clothes, his cloack is dark grey, and the only thing not made of silk, but rather, wool. The rest of his clothes have a dark black colour.

OOC::: Hmm, never heard it then Vortex.

"Well. Maybe. Who are you?" , he says, moving out of the <Insert thing he arrived with here> unconfortably. Boy this guy was large. He really had to reconsider his proclaimation of himself being large.

OOC::: *sigh*

Please, state the impression of your face. don't only state what you say, also how you move and stuff.. Please please do that over...

did so.

"I am Narack. Spokesmen of the Free Land of Lunoris. We are very happy to have you here Prince Zarlenor."

He guides the prince towards the entrance of the palace.
The Entrance to the palace are two big metal doors, which are now locked.

"May I ask that you remove your weapons upon entering the Palace? It is forbidden for anyone to cary weapons inside the palace. Well besides the palace guard ofcourse." He smiles inoccently.

"Surely but... do not try to betray us... a dark elf knows many ways of killing without weapons..." , he says, superstitiously. He did not trust this... but anyway he was always paranoia...

"We do not think you did not have many ways of killing someone. It is just that it is protocol. No one is to enter the palace bearing arms"

Without a sign the big metal door start to open.

"Be so kind to follow me."

Zarlenor and his bodyguards follow, meanwhile surveying the palace being slightly impressed.

Narack guides them trough a vast labirant of corridors and hallways.

"Could I enquire why that message was sent? For sure not every human nation on earth has harmed you?"

OOC::: This is not the ruler of my land(althought you might not know that).

"We have been watching the Above-World for years. Our rulers have always been expansionistic and hey... the Above-World is something else than those caves downside, eh? Personally i... i'll tell this later. When those fools thinking they are warriors are somewhere else..." , he says, with a slight grin.

"As you chose" Narack answers.

They enter at yet another two doors. Althought these are made of gold.

"Now, I have to ask you to leave your bodyguard outside. They can wait here, or go to the room where normally people wait for there appearal."

"I'll leave them here. They aren't of good use anyway." , Zarlenor says with a slight smirk.

After which he walks further. Still looking around the palace.

"As you wish"

The golden doors open and show a big ballroom. In the middle is a table. At the end of the table sits a single figure. He seems to be lost in a conversation with hisself.

Narack clears his troath.

"Sir, the delegation is here."
The person at the head jerks up.
"Ah finnally!!! Shoot them!" can be heared in quite a insane voice.
Narack sighs.
"They are here for negotiations as you might remember?"

The person seems to calm down.

"Ow them!!! Well, come in, come in. Stop waisting time."
He stands up and walks over to the prince.
"A pleasure to meet you!" He holds out his hand waiting for it to be shook.

Zarlenor shook hands with the figure. He didn't know why, it was never done in Nvalator. But he'd better do what they want.

Here comes the bump! Bump!

You see before you a man dressed in a blood red robe. His hair is white, and never seems to have met a hairbrush. He is about 1,80 and has brown eyes. His face is quite old and his eyes have fallen back into his skull abit. He seems about 55 years old.

"I'm John. I seem to be running this nation more or less."

He turn around and walks to the table.

Zarlenor was quite impressed, at first. He followed John. Strange Name, he thought.

John sat down at the end of the table.

"Take a seet, take a seet."

He made a gesture to the seat next to him. Narack took the seat opposite of the one john pointed out.

"Now you have to remember me, why are you here again?"

Narack sigh softly.

Zarlenor sat down, thinking. John was a bit dumb. And that's spoken lightly.

OOC:: Not dumb. Crazy, yes. Let's just say he got a mild case of MPS. Hint, speak with him to turn him around...

ooc: Dunno what to say... :oops:

OOC:: Well I asked you why you were here again..

"Well... somebody from your nation sent us a message asking us to send somebody for negotiations... it became me..."

"Ah, yes, yes, now I remember it. You were those guys who relayed the message that human nations should be afraid. May I ask why that? And how do you feel about a nation ruled by another race?"

He pulls a couple of files towards hisself and starts looking for something.

"I don't know why... my father insisted... and our attitude on non-human nations depends on the nation..."

John looks up from his files.

"You don't know why human nations should be afraid? Then why were you send? I mean... What good are negotiations if you don't know what you're negotiating..."

He looks at the prince with a rather suprised look on his face.