NationStates Jolt Archive

((OOC Hmm Well I'm going to revist an old thread idea that died before I could get to the bit I really want to do. Elf Nations and nations I have good relations with, If in doubt ask, but in short most of Mars, The Commonwealth of EOTED and Menelmacar, and I will extend the invite to the Triumvariate even if we havn't any formal relations I have good relations with a lot of the membership so it's an Open invite. (Side point I'd love a Machine nation to send a person, for the confusion between a Wraithlord and a AI, may make an interesting side point.) Anyone I may have missed TG me and say.

IC 'Are we sure about this?' The first speaker looked around the assembled Crowd not only the Council but others exaotic shapes, a man whose face constantly changed, until those that watch him realise it is a mask, and other shapes.

'It is time, most of the Fall is already known but an event like this may build on the faith we have established, and secure our future greatly.'

'Then it shall be so.'

The message was simple to many nations it arrived in simple Boxs of Crafted Wraithbone, to others in far more elegant displays of statues that formed around the note, to all it arrived however.

'Friends, we are fortunate indeed for the Harlequins have deemed this a time of great import, a time to tell the most secret of tales, to face the dark and from that darkness to emerge into the light in the knowledge of why one must hold to it.

Not only this but they have agreed to tell this tale to ones not of our people, we offer therefore a night that will remain in the heart for a lifetime, a night that will remain forever more a part of the soul, a darkness revealed and a hope brought to life.

We offer a tale of a history so old that few remain that saw it, yet a history so Dire and filled with dread that none have forgotten it, we offer a living history.

Farseer Council.'

OOC: Which set of ancient history? :shock:

OOC Worried? Not your bit, the Fall Slannesh Chaos etc, with a tiny bit on Yneed so the guests don't leave feeling miserable. 'Oh great and the ending is, and a few people survive to face a long drawn out death' I just want to do a Harlequins Play and other small social Roleplay stuff.

OOC: Do I count as an allied elven nation or not?. I would like to enter this rp, but as I'm in doubt, I'm asking permission.

OOC All Elves short of Lloth worshipping Drow and Dark Eldar are counted as allies :wink: So yeah

OOC Worried?
OOC: It would be a PR nightmare.
Not your bit, the Fall Slannesh Chaos etc,
Ah good. Chaos is evil. We really could do with some chaos nations - they'd be higher on the list than the eldar.
with a tiny bit on Yneed so the guests don't leave feeling miserable. 'Oh great and the ending is, and a few people survive to face a long drawn out death' I just want to do a Harlequins Play and other small social Roleplay stuff.

I think it's spelt Yneead, though I may be wrong.

*Contemplates trying to get away with sending some elves.*

((OOC: did somebody say... chaos nation hehe
http://www.cybersluagh.com/ErisKallisti/eristag.jpg
~Empress Eris~
Goddess of Chaos
The Empire of Eris Kallisti (http://www.cybersluagh.com/ErisKallisti) ))

Oh, no, not you sorry. You're not the same thing at all AFAIK.

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Automata Omicron Blu
Speaker of the Holy Empire

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Membership: Triumvirate of Yut, Ur Trade Pact, Deus Ex Humana Consortium

IC:

Siri smiled as she got the invitation. "Telgorthrind never does anything half-assed..." she mused to herself with a smile as she examined the intricate little wraithbone construct.

Dear Telgorthrind, and the Farseer Council:

Menelmacar will certainly be represented at your gathering - by myself. I would be fascinated to learn more about your people and the fate which has befallen you, and thusly will gladly attend.

Sincerely,
Lady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of Menelmacar
OOC: Which, Eris, should not be taken badly... you don't want to be the same sort of chaos. :)

~Siri

I am new to the site and the forum, and I am ignorant (not stupid!) of some of the anacronyms used in here. The main one is OOC. Would you be so kind as to inform me as to what this means? Thanx for your understanding.

OOC = Out Of Character. :)

Technically this should have been brought up in a new thread, but... like ya said, you're new.

~Siri

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The time will be in three days (Gametime) from now as for the location, Tor Yvresse itself, transport is easy to arrange for we shall open the Web to this meeting and an old Gate still remains within Titan. Well a new gate to be honest, but still we fear it may be forgotten. It was opened soon after our arrival just outside of the Scolopendrian capital, but has been relativly unused since then.

If when you are ready you send your repersentative part to the Webgate entrance we shall provide the Transport from there. Much like yourselves we exist within a Craftworld and it's real space location is currently a matter of state Secrecy, ever since it was attacked during the Roanian Front of the Melkor war. We understand that it may well be that your collective nature would reveal it's real space location when the part leaves the Web, but we accept this with the simple request that it remain a matter undisclosed by your Government?

Farseer Council

To the Lady Sirithil nos Feanor.

We would be proud to have you visit my Lady, it would be a great day indeed, one we shall treasure.

Telgorthrind
High Farseer
First of the Council

If when you are ready you send your repersentative part to the Webgate entrance we shall provide the Transport from there. Much like yourselves we exist within a Craftworld and it's real space location is currently a matter of state Secrecy, ever since it was attacked during the Roanian Front of the Melkor war. We understand that it may well be that your collective nature would reveal it's real space location when the part leaves the Web, but we accept this with the simple request that it remain a matter undisclosed by your Government?

Farseer Council

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Even as the transmission is being sent, clearance with the Scolopendran government for international passage had been arranged and a small vishnai-class fighter disengaged from the WorldDisc to hurtle towards Titan.

The fighter lands just outside of the Scolopendran capitol, and a figure wrapped in close-fitting robes floats out to stand a solitary wait before the waygate.

The Menelmacari gravship Gilthoniel approached the Tor Yvresse craftworld...

"Tor Yvresse... um, docking authority, this is Menelmacari destroyer Gilthoniel, personal transport of the Lady Sirithil. The Lady is aboard, and we are requesting permission to dock."

~Siri

To the Farseer's Council:

I will be delighted to attend that meeting personally. My counselors say that the fate of our nation is closely linked to the development of the friendship between our peoples. I will use the Webgate as planned. Our Craftworlds still don't have the necessary links to communicate with each other.

Supreme ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral.

'Gilthoniel This is Tor Yvresse Command you will be clear for docking in one Minute proceed on current heading The Ishar's Loss Shall send Escorts to lead you in.'

The sight of Tor Yvresse itself from space is strange and some would say disconcerting sight the central Body is huge and covered in small 'Growths' The entire Vessel appears almost grown rather than built, huge Solar Collecters emerge from it, appearing almost as sails in the depths of space able to collect energy from the small amounts of light that drift from distant stars even when it is between a solar system.

And it is old, maybe as Old as the Human race in places, it has been growing since it's first construction, currently it is large enough to house some 1.1 Billion souls although many of that population are actually living on Mars, they could return to the Craftworld and fit within it comfortably.
Around it space bristles with the daily goings on of the Eldar Civilian vessels float by some carrying materials and supplies from the stationed Military vessels, others appear to be Luxury vessels as the Eldar enjoy the greatest benefit of living in space, and sail the stars around Tor Yvresse.

The system itself is almost empty a small almost dead Star a few burnt out husks of worlds and a Gas Giant dominate the area, it appears worthless, and is, except to a people wishing to be unseen.

The dock itself is huge, the Gilthoniel having been directed to the main dock, an honour guard could be seen forming where the Ramp would descend. The Huge forms of the Wraithlords where lined up behind Wraith Guard Ten of each fromed on each side. The smaller shapes of the wraithguard almost the size of an Eldar if slightly taller, stood with Guns held up in a classic salute, while behind them stood arrayed the wraithLords, Two or three times the size of the Guard these forms stood to attention. Banners fluttering from each machine. Half where the Flags of Menelmacar while half where those of Tor Yvresse, the mix done perfectly so that the Flags facing each other where of the other nation.

In the path formed between these two groups stood Telgorthrind Blue Robes hiding the Rune armour, although he still wore the Helmet.

Titan

The Gate opens shortly after the Four Hours, almost on the mark in fact, one of the benefits of web Travel, and the Grav Vechicle emerges. A simple yet elegant design the only occupents appear to be the Pilot and a man in long Robes who steps forwards and Bows.

'Greatings my name is Gilthorin I have been sent to ensure your safty within the Web, although I will not in all likelyhood be needed, a few of the Deamon's still enter through the Tear fromed in fighting the Fallen.' The man pauses a moment and a look of... embarresment crosses his face before he continues.
'Normally a civilian trip in the Web, would be severly limited, you would be forbidden to actually see the Web, however, this is a time of revelations, and maybe the sights of the web may help you to understand the Harlequins tale more. So the choice is yours, the sights inside the web can be... disturbing for those not used to them, but... memorable.'

Now his tone darkened a little more he was not pleased really to have been instructed to make this offer, and it showed.

OOC Oh gawd I just reread that and while I did have the scene in Return of the Jedi in mind a little bit when I wrote the landing I never ment for the Vader referance that I now can spot. Eek it just seemed Too close for comfort.

Erm look he's wearing his Helmet because when the Dock opens to allow Siri to land there will be a brief time when there is no Oxygen in the place... See a logical reason.

To the Farseer's Council:

I will be delighted to attend that meeting personally. My counselors say that the fate of our nation is closely linked to the development of the friendship between our peoples. I will use the Webgate as planned. Our Craftworlds still don't have the necessary links to communicate with each other.

Supreme ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral.

'We would be pleased to recieve you, we shall await your arrival at the Webgate may we all someday have Ishar return to us.'

Farseer Council

Erm look he's wearing his Helmet because when the Dock opens to allow Siri to land there will be a brief time when there is no Oxygen in the place... See a logical reason.

OOC: Heh. Just leave the armour on for ceremonial purposes, or mention depressurisation being done to appear less advanced than you truly are :wink: . You know that should pose no practical difficulty to the eldar.

Erm look he's wearing his Helmet because when the Dock opens to allow Siri to land there will be a brief time when there is no Oxygen in the place... See a logical reason.

OOC: Heh. Just leave the armour on for ceremonial purposes, or mention depressurisation being done to appear less advanced than you truly are :wink: . You know that should pose no practical difficulty to the eldar.

OOC True yeah it's ceremonial. Anyway, Official Disclaimer no Vader referances where intended inb the making of this thread

OOC: Fidelo is on Ares now, and he would be far more interested than the new President. I would assume Darvins would be going to such an important event - perhaps the two could travel together?

Oh yes, and you might want to post in that thread when you get a chance.

OOC Sunset already posted there :P Oh and yeah travel as a pair is fine, standard romp through the Web, see the sights, ah erm yes... well prelude to the Harlequins...

OOC: I'm sure the wonderful people of Tor Yvresse have forgiven that little incident...*cough* How exactly would I get there anyway?

((OOC well forgiven is a strange word we... we are letting it slide for now. As for Travel arrangments, simple come to Tor Yvresse-Mars or your nearest Webgate site.

(Now with Sites on Mars, Earth (via the Hermes Facilty), Martian Asteroid Belt and Titan For your greater ease and Comfort.)

Bumpage before bedtime just to try and shamelessly recruit anyone I can for the thread.

The figure looks at Gilthorin, and the shadows from the cowl fall back just enough to let him see a completely blank mirror covering the figure's face. A soft voice emits from behind it, neither male nor female...

We are honored. Though We do not believe that We would be affected by the site of the Web, We do not want to dishonor Our hosts by viewing something they would rather Us not see.

The figure remains motionless, the voice eminating from... somewhere.

And so We leave it up to you. Do you personally believe that the Council would rather Us not see what secrets the Web may hold? Be honest, for We quite clearly see what you would rather your answer be, and We will also know whether you are speaking your own desires, or whether you are bowing to the will of your Council.

The voice fades away, and the figure remains standing there, swathed in heavy robes, its body completely covered by the smooth gray cloth, not a single feature prominant.

OOC: Asks about invite... decides that what with PlaneShifters and all, I don't need the web.

Walks away, whistling.

The Eldar nodded, 'You need not fear, I do the will the council in all things. Then let me answer your question. The Council would prefer you to see the Web, in this journey, because of all the guests they expect your nature would lead you most likely to doubt the history you are to be told. In seeing the web the council would hope that you see certain evidences with your own eyes, evidence that will make the History we go to alive in your mind.

Still we must give you the choice, the sights will be of creatures outside the Web, creatures that first came to be when the history you go to see, was not History, but the now.'

Nodding finelly he grimaced 'I care not for this decision, Mon-Keigh, yet I trust the Council to have made the correct choice, I simply wish it where not.'

"If when you are ready you send your repersentative part to the Webgate entrance we shall provide the Transport from there. Much like yourselves we exist within a Craftworld and it's real space location is currently a matter of state Secrecy, ever since it was attacked during the Roanian Front of the Melkor war. We understand that it may well be that your collective nature would reveal it's real space location when the part leaves the Web, but we accept this with the simple request that it remain a matter undisclosed by your Government?"


A small ceramic disk materializes, and then a holographic image appears above the disk. It is of a dark featured, good-natured looking man in flowing old robes. (but very clean old robes!)

"I am Swami Swamihooma. I live in the Free Lands of Freedom for all Beings. I have asked the sooka Dhreama to attend as a representative. Do I have your blessing to send him? If so, he will arrive immediately as I have the power to materialize him anywhere I wish to. I will send him directly to Titan, so as to preserve the secret of your real space location. Be at ease! A sooka is directly accountable to me, Swami Swamihooma, and will not in any way compromise your state secrets. I am looking forward to your reply."

The man smiles, and in one sweeping motion disapears in a swirl of light. The ceramic disk disapears a moment after.

((OOC No problems with you attending however I wouldn't have your man appear anywhere near Titan without an invite, the locals rather like the security and get Jumpy... You dinna want the Triumvariate Jumpy at you.))

'Sir may we suggest that you send your repersentative to the Hermes Spaceport, on Earth, as an open Port it is going to be far more peaceful and better for your Ambassador than Titan. The invite to use the Titan Gate is really only open to the member states of the Triumvariate.'

Farseer Council.

((Also I'd be careful with an instant Teleporter, fine in my view for a single person but several people may not like the idea if it can be used on a larger scale.))

((OOC No problems with you attending however I wouldn't have your man appear anywhere near Titan without an invite, the locals rather like the security and get Jumpy... You dinna want the Triumvariate Jumpy at you.))

'Sir may we suggest that you send your repersentative to the Hermes Spaceport, on Earth, as an open Port it is going to be far more peaceful and better for your Ambassador than Titan. The invite to use the Titan Gate is really only open to the member states of the Triumvariate.'

Farseer Council.

((Also I'd be careful with an instant Teleporter, fine in my view for a single person but several people may not like the idea if it can be used on a larger scale.))

"Sir's this is Ambassador Koo of the Free Lands of Freedom for all Beings. I would like to apologize. It is not our wish that the Swami Swamihooma should contact other nations directly on state matters without first consulting the goverment, but the Swami generally does what HE wishes. Let me assure you that we wish no ill will to anyone,and I have asked Swami to PLEASE send the sooka to Earth as you have requested, and not to Titan. The sooka Dreahma will attend merely as a "cultural observer",and only then at the request of Swami. As far as instant teleportation, or any of the other of Swami's powers, you have nothing to fear. The Swami Swamihooma is an enlightened master, and uses his powers only for enlightened purposes. Neither I, nor anyone else can ask him to do anything he does not feel serves the highest good of the universe. Just ask Senator Flope, who tried to pass the child enslavement act. He has been rendered innefective as a legislature due to a malady wherein every time he tries to speak, dung beetles issue from his mouth.
I am wishing you well."

The ShadowPrince has entered the Webgate as planned, he will be soon visiting your Craftworld.

Duchess Celetrianna Paelisi, Imperial Chancellor

To FFAB
'Excelent we look forward to meeting you sir'

To Aelosia

The Path was smooth through the Web of course for one who knew the way, one such as the ShadowPrince, and so the Council knew when to expect the Prince, and like for the Lady Sirithil his arrival was met with an Honour Guard. Again more of the WraithGuard where lined ready to meet the Prince and behind them where once more the wraithlords. The mammoth Forms towering over as the Banners fluttered in the artificial winds of the Dome. (I forgot to put this in Siris arrival half the Banners are marked in the national Flag of Aelosia half in the Symbol of Tor Yvresse) In the Centre to meet their Kin was Galdern His Own dark Red Robes where marked in simple Runes that he had devised for himself, marking his mastery of a different Technique of the Mon-Keigh.

As the Prince exited the web Galdern strode forward to meet him giving a small bow to the man, one of respect to his Kin. 'Greetings friend and welcome to Tor Yvresse, I greet you in the Love of Ishar and the joy of the Harlequin.'

Hello. I am dooka Dhreama. I have arrived at Earth port and plan to proceed to Tor Yvresse. I am grateful that you have extended your welcome.

The ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral, dressed with his famous Golvarn and mithril power armor, his helmet removed and flanked by two ShadowDragon droids (his only guards), nods and bows to Galdern, saying "Well met, it's a pleasure to visit your exquisite craftworld, cradle of our technology and our spirit. May Isha, Asuryan and Eru bless our friendship and your people. Finally I met one of you, fabled farseers of Tor Yvresse, your wisdom and power is well known far from the boundaries of your Craftworld".

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ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral

Our dooka Dhreama has proceeded to your world. He will arrive shortly. Again, thank you, and many apologies for the Swami.

Ambassador Koo

Within the Hermes facilty lies a Warehouse, or at least the outside is a warehouse inside a comfortable waiting area, almost an airport waiting area lies, the Dooka is shown to a table as refreshments are brought to him, Vintages only grown onboard the unique structures of a Craftworld, foods grown from Plants whose worlds on which they formed are long gone, Meat from a Thousend Species across the Galaxy, to any it would seem decadent, to the Eldar they are simple memories of the past they had lost.

Although The Dooka was not waiting for long, his Transport was soon awaiting him and his Guide, a young quiet Warlock who explained with simple words his presence.

'Insurance sir simple insurance, I could dispense with the normal warnings, since you will not be walking, still I might as well give it, Should something happen and you become lost, do not Wander the web, and certainly do not attempt to open what has been sealed. wait and you will be found.'

with that the young Warlock entered the Vechicle and left the door open for the Dooka. 'Oh yes The Council wishes to extend it's earliest apology, we have never seen your nation before and as such have no copies of your Flag, I'm afraid the Welcome will be a little more subdued than for the others. We wish to assure you no slight is ment.'

The young dooka's eyes practically pop out of his head as he meets the warlock, and gets his first glimpse of the elven world. This is his first time off of his native planet, and he trips over his robes as he enters the vehicle, he's so eager.

"I am so honored!!! Swami Swamihooma has assured me that this is an affair worthy of our utmost attention. I am delighted to be the one who will hear what is to be revealed..."

The ShadowPrince Kithail Hyral, dressed with his famous Golvarn and mithril power armor, his helmet removed and flanked by two ShadowDragon droids (his only guards), nods and bows to Galdern, saying "Well met, it's a pleasure to visit your exquisite craftworld, cradle of our technology and our spirit. May Isha, Asuryan and Eru bless our friendship and your people. Finally I met one of you, fabled farseers of Tor Yvresse, your wisdom and power is well known far from the boundaries of your Craftworld".


'It is a pleasure I assure you I share in meeting you Prince Kithail, we followed with great concern the events within your nation, when the Drow stood on the verge of taking it back once more for Lloth. You stood against them then as you had before, and marks you as friend, even more than Kin.

I thank you through for your words, Come through the Harlequins await to meet our guests. You alone I know need not the warning of the Solitaire, which is partly why I am glad to have met you. I would not wish to be Telgorthrind as he attempts to tell The Lady Sirithil who she cannot talk to.'

A Small chuckle escapes the lips of the man, who close up it can be seen shows many signs of the singular curse of the Farseer, his Flesh was mutating into Crystal, he was dying, slowing in movement as his flesh hardened.

With a Slight slowness in movement then he turned, to any but an Elf it would appear graceful to those who knew the true grace of their kind through it was slow and clumsy, marked as such even more by the simple fact that it should not be in the Kin.

OOC:Well I know I won't be geting invoded at this, as I recall the Tor Yvresse are not on speaking terms with Teritora if they can help it after what happened with mister Tor Yvressen mad killer and the demon.

The young dooka's eyes practically pop out of his head as he meets the warlock, and gets his first glimpse of the elven world. This is his first time off of his native planet, and he trips over his robes as he enters the vehicle, he's so eager.

"I am so honored!!! Swami Swamihooma has assured me that this is an affair worthy of our utmost attention. I am delighted to be the one who will hear what is to be revealed..."

'Ah Indeed sir, it should be a sight, the Harlequins, I myself have never been fortunate to see a Tale from a Harlequin. It is so rare for a Troupe to attach itself to a Craftworld for so long, that an event like this could even be considered.' His vouice contains no small amount of Pride as he speaks, although the Eldar is Eager and appears young, behind his eyes lies the spark of a Soldier, of a person that has seen death.
Still he continued without a pause,
'Of course the tale they have chosen... Fills me with dread to face the shame so publicely... ah I apologise, for you and the Guests this will be the first time, and I do not wish to spoil the plot.'

OOC:Well I know I won't be geting invoded at this, as I recall the Tor Yvresse are not on speaking terms with Teritora if they can help it after what happened with mister Tor Yvressen mad killer and the demon.

OOC hehe yeah, I kinda of wish they could be friends again, but as long as Tel is the High Farseer... Still hmm, your high Wizard is welcome as I recall the main issue was with a different member of your Nation.

And really who's going to say no to that High Wizard :wink:

Kithail follows the lead of the Farseer. "And I thought that our craftworld was beautiful. Of course, it was based in your designs, but your architecture is truly amazing, its beauty far beyond my own imagination. So, Are we here to discuss the best way to fight against the threat of Chaos?. We are used to face the dark machinations of the Black Prince of Chaos and the Lord of Change through their Drow and human servants, but I think you know more than us in these matters".

((OOC - I cannot be specific since I know very little of your elven worlds though I read the trilogy as well as the Silmarillion and the Lost Tales 6 or 7 yrs. ago))


As he enters the elven world, the dooka wonders at the wonderful architecture, the lovely gardens, and can be heard chuckling with delight over and over again.

"Oooooo.... wow!!! This is incredible!!!"

'In time all will be discussed Prince but today is a day for Pleasure, and reflection, to face the past and remember. More than that through today is a simple pause, Our lives seem so rushed for ones Immortal!

We race from fear to threat, Melkor Sneezes and we worry what fresh Evil he plots. The Drow nash their teeth and we seek the Daggers in the Dark, not today, today we pause, and enjoy our life span.

We are Eldar, Elves, we have life times to plan and to move, we have time, let us enjoy that time.' A slightly bitter chuckle now, 'For it is gone, even for us, all to soon'

As his voice lowerss he smiles once more, 'I agree through that the sights here are remarkable, this I must admit is one of my favourite parts of the Tor Yvresse, the simple coming together of the Webgates here, it is one of the few places that compare to the Dome. You can almost feel the old Ship here, the old Tor Yvresse from before.'

OOC:Well I know I won't be geting invoded at this, as I recall the Tor Yvresse are not on speaking terms with Teritora if they can help it after what happened with mister Tor Yvressen mad killer and the demon.

OOC hehe yeah, I kinda of wish they could be friends again, but as long as Tel is the High Farseer... Still hmm, your high Wizard is welcome as I recall the main issue was with a different member of your Nation.

And really who's going to say no to that High Wizard :wink:

OOC: Good point.

High Wizard Alana sent a simple message to the Far Seer Council. "I will attend. I hope your people are not jumpy about portals opening up."

((OOC - I cannot be specific since I know very little of your elven worlds though I read the trilogy as well as the Silmarillion and the Lost Tales 6 or 7 yrs. ago))


As he enters the elven world, the dooka wonders at the wonderful architecture, the lovely gardens, and can be heard chuckling with delight over and over again.

"Oooooo.... wow!!! This is incredible!!!"

The Dooka may have missed the Banners with his peoples Flag, but he was not denied the Wraithguard and Lords, the Huge Robotic forms stood arrayed awaiting his arrival, in recompsense for the missing Flags they saluted him in a one round burst from the Scatter Lasers as he exited the Grav Transport and the Web, awaiting the Dooka was a women again she bore the timeless features of her people.

She wore Robes of many Hues as she moved forwards to meet the unexpected guest.

'Greetings Dooka, I am Farseer Mel-Nais of the Council.' She gave a small bow, and a smile as she spoke. 'I am pleased you enjoy our home so much, we worked long on sustaining the enviroment, many are the people who would be proud to hear your words. If you'd like to follow me I shall take take you now to the Dome oif the Crystal Seers, where the Troupe awaits you.

I must warn you, the Troupes leaders will come to you, and speak, one through will remain back, and ignore all. This is not shyness, he must not be spoken to.'

OOC: Good point.

High Wizard Alana sent a simple message to the Far Seer Council. "I will attend. I hope your people are not jumpy about portals opening up."

A Brief reply is sent 'Normally if a strange portal where opened within the Tor Yvresse we would shoot first then some more then ask questions... But alerted to your coming we shall hold of that procedure, High Wizard'

A reply is sent back. "Good, then you can expect me soon then."

"Your words spoke true wisdom. We seldom have enough time to enjoy and have fun, amusement is a strange sight in our lives. Let this day be a day of joy and rejoice, then. We have an eternity ahead of us to do what it must be done. I have heard about the beauty of the ancients Athel Meraya and Tor Yvresse, in the fabled Ulthuan of old".

The young dooka listened eagerly to the women, awed by the dignified and beautiful manner in her mystical features. The Swami had told him that his journey would be wondrous, but between the Wraithguard and the Lords and the laser bursts, he tripped over his robes several times more as he followed Farseer Mel-Nais to the Dome of the Crystal Seers. He made a mental note not to talk to the one who must not be spoken to.

"I wonder why..." he thought.....

Nodding finelly he grimaced 'I care not for this decision, Mon-Keigh, yet I trust the Council to have made the correct choice, I simply wish it where not.'

Then We shall traverse the Web with open eyes, and an open mind. Furthermore, it is not Our place to decide what is truth for others, but rather We decide only upon that which directly envolves Us. We have seen many things, and the nature of these things does not allow for standard reason and logic to explain their existance. Thus, as beings of logic and reason, We are not always placed in a position of deciding what is truth, and what is falsehood.

The figure nods slightly and remains standing there. Please, do lead on.

ooc: On sending someone to Titan without an invitation...

"This would be a great way to die!"

The obelisk glided across the Martian surface, like a ruby dagger the crimson ship pierced the air as it the manifolds vibrated, the pyramid approaching the Martian Tor Yvresse colony. The Pyramid hailed the air control and began the landing approach of the dock area. The monolith hummed in as a transmission from the diplomat was fired off.

"Greetings and jubilations, Eldar allies." said SaaLichWoo. Clad in a violet uniform, the ArAreBeen speaked in a cheerful, although seemingly hollow tone.

"I'm here representing the Tritarchic Dominions for this exceedingly rare event." Its' mono-eye's lense or 'looking glass' flashes a pleasent red color as the ArAreBeen speaks.

"In other words, I would need directions to the nearest Web Gate. With proper clearence of course." It motioned as it said this, the ship landing now.

"Oh yes, would I be allowed to transmit this presentation? Not a recording mind you, and considering that you only seem to perform this, I imagine there is a reason that you have no recordings in this event. But as they say, "Every opportunity wasted a devil gets its' horns!" Something like that."

¤The Tritarchic Dominions of New ArAreBee¤

(OOC: Off the wall question, but it has been bugging me. Blu, dear, are those pictures drawn by you or did some über-artist draw them? They share the same style, at any rate.)

Titan Webgate

The man simply nods as he Gestures to the Transport allowing the Angelus Repersentative entry, then enters himself before it departs.

The Web itself is a morass of colour chaotic and yet at the same time a strange pattern can almost be seen emerging, as the swirls pass by. At first it is a simple trip if a little strange as the Vechicle seems to pass through various intersections and turnings multiple times, taking often the same turning yet arriving at a different set of tunnels.

As they travel deeper through a few of the Tunnels appear Transperant and there they can be seen outside looking in, strange shapes some appear to have one purpose only to slay, to massacre, to rend limb from limb in a display of brutal savagely, others appear thoughtful and contemplative, to be plotting, although even these appear Cruel, as through the plans they form are how best to rend apart an innocent.

The Journey continues without pause or interest until She can be seen, the gender description being merely the better of the choices, yet also fitting her completly. Once more she is outside the Web looking in her flesh seems almost to bare a glow, her body is the epitome of need, desire and lust. Yet it's left Arm ends in a claw, and wrapping around her body is a Tail whose end is barbed. She watches the movements in the Web with eyes both Hungry and bored, before dissappearing throwing herself away from the Walls, and as she does the body seems to fade away, as through cast of, no longer needed or wanted. Behind where she had been can be seen the Immaterium itself, a formless void, without feature to the Mortal, living eye, stretching on beyond sight.

Finnaly at last the Warlock speaks. 'That was a Demonette, They are denziens of the Immaterium of which the Web is both a part and seperate, and their creation will feature in our tale. Their Masters Creation will feature in our Tale.'

Tor Yvresse-Mars

The Central Webgate on Mars is a huge affair far larger than on Titan, which by request of the Scolopendra Government at the time had been kept purposefully small, no more than a few Transport Vechicles could use that Gate, here on Mars through at the center of their Colony stood the largest gate they had built. Capable of allowing entire Vaul Engine Regiments to deploy at once it was a simple Statement of their intentions on the world, and it was here the New ArAreBee delegate was directed.

Another Warlock met SaaLichWoo and smiled in greeting. 'we would have reservations about a transmission but I think the Council would agree to it, as for why they are not recorded, recordings fail thre purpose, each retelling is fresh, each contains new meanings. Each gives us new insights, a recording is stale, when it is made the tale is trapped, it cannot teach us anything new.'

Still even with the greater resources on Mars SaaLichWoo is given the same treatment as the Transport arrives and departs, any Transmitting material is carefully loaded up in a seperate Transport.

'Of course your Transmission will have to be Routed through Tor Yvresse-Mars, but then that will be to your benefit since it will be faster using the Webgate distance rather than the real space distance, which is Several Light-Years.'

Tor Yvresse craftworld, a portal opens and High Wizard Alana steps through dressed in a white hooded robe and carrying finely carved single handed staff bound with silver.

Of course not knowing exactly where the high Wizard would open his Portal till it happened to be opening no honour Guard was sent, but a Farseer, could be made out rushing into the area as the High Wizard stepped through the Portal. Fast reactions stemming from the fact that this is Tor Yvresse and at it's heart lay a collection of Souls whose ties to the Magical was obvious.

The young Farseer was yet to have even a position on the council or at least that was what they would claim later. Later the Young, appearing, Farseer would have an 'accident' and be decleared Dead, this was not to be true. This Farseer had a role in the Council, she was the true power behind the Outcast Fleet, the Farseer connection to the Council, the Guiding hand behind the supposdly 'Rogue' Element of Tor Yvresse's Eldar.

This was a day of revelations, but this fact would not be revealed, nor would the fact that many of the Outcast Fleet had slipped back into Tor Yvresse to see the Harlequins, after all such an event was rare.

'Greetings High Wizard and welcome to Tor Yvresse, I am glad to see that your journey was quick. If you would follow me we can make our way to the Dome of Crystal Seers. For some refreshment before the Performance. Ahh yes a warning for your own sake, There is one known as the Solitaire, amongest the Harlequin, he will be at the Dome, you will recognise him by his standof nature, please for your own sake do not speak to the man.'

The warning was rushed and appeared unpracticed, an after thought, that may have came through inexperiance, to the practiced eye perhaps through the acting could be seen.

High wizard Alana chuckled softly. "Of course. Led the way, this should be most intresting, most intresting indeed."

"Your words spoke true wisdom. We seldom have enough time to enjoy and have fun, amusement is a strange sight in our lives. Let this day be a day of joy and rejoice, then. We have an eternity ahead of us to do what it must be done. I have heard about the beauty of the ancients Athel Meraya and Tor Yvresse, in the fabled Ulthuan of old".

Nodding his agreement, 'Indeed it was in memory of that Beauty that we named the Craftworld as such, but here we have arrived at the Dome.'

((This description is for all of you actually just simply put yourself in it.))

The Chamber is Huge, exact placement and care had gone into it's design Ripples of Stone circle Huge Crystaline Trees, from many small streams seem too erupt into the surface, trickling around the Tree and now down into the Pebbles and running until they form together into a River that runs of and out of the Dome.

A Logical mind might pause to think of the care that went into each of the Streams, as the entirty of Tor Yvresse is artifical existing within the endless bounds of space it has NO Geology that is natural. The Springs do not erupt onto the surface due to Pressure, nor through does it appear that they forced up, in fact the matter is both more complicated and far more simple, Gravity does it.

The Dome of the Crystal Seers has existed since Tor Yvresse was formed and it is here then that great care has been laid, each Spring exists over an area of different Gravity so small even should you stand on a Spring you would not feel it, as your foot would cover the area completly and the majourity remain outside of it. Yet in this small area the Water springs up and out, until it leaves and then falls once more into place.

Of course if one where to be thinking about the springs they would miss so much more, the area has it's own Smell a delicate fregrance is carried in the air, from Blossoms from a world long gone, small plants grow around and up the trees, planted and pruned until they are almost apart of the Crystal structures themselves, above the dome opens up unto a View that would give pause to any not used to it. Space, the stars the Dome faces towards the nearby system catching the sights in a few spectacular moments, a star shines even in it's Death in the distance, between it lie the remains of Worlds and single Gas Giant plays out it's own silent death. All this the Dome looks out onto.

In all that splendor one Tree might be missed, but if it where examined closely some might recognise it, for this Crystal Growth had features, features of a person once known to a few gathered here, Melien the first Farseer of Tor Yvresse as it had arrived in Sol so long ago. What might also be missed is the presence so alive here, a feeling of Calm that came not only from the surrondings but from the ground itself.

In the center of the Dome they stood waiting as other Eldar moved around carrying trays filled with Wines and Snacks, awaiting the guests. The Harlequins waited not the whole troupe of course, but the Leadership, in the center stood a man whose atire shifted with a multiude of colour never staying one image for more than a minute and never returning to the same mix, to his left another stood this time he was clothed in Black, and Bone covered his clothes, at first it might be thought to be fake, but if one looked close they where Real and unmistakably the Bones of Eldar.

standing back from them all was one who seemed oddly silent and alone surronded by people, none of the Eldar carrying refreshments approached him, or spoke to him, yet he was never without a Glass, or a Drink.

The dooka remembers Swami Swamihooma's words right before he left:

"Listen much. Speak little."

(PS feel free people at the Dome to mix obviously hopefully I can get everyone there soon, so I won't have to race around it's a small function before the performance, you know the type the important dignatories mixing with the 'Stars' of the show. Oh slight correction on the Bone armour it appears to be the Bone Structure of a Single Eldar not many as my original wording may have suggested.)

A Bump before I leave.

Oh and if anyone thinks I am overdoing the showing of by the Council it's all part of my Plan.

First I want to Impress everyone with Tor Yvresse, then when the Truth of the Fall is revealed all the little details.

Well Siri's response is the one I am most interested in in that regards... Although Angelus will give an interesting view on several of the things in the play. Everyone else should have something to roleplay don't get me wrong but aspects of them two... the Characters will have I think, the most personal contact with the story.

OOC:Makes sense.

High Wizard Alana stares at the people gathered and waves away offered refreshments instead pulling a glass of Draco thu Throdo out of seemly thin air and started sipping it as he studied the people that were there along with him.

OOC: Grabbing Darvins for a moment, if you don't mind.

Ex-President, now Governor, Fidelo Villanova emerged from the webgate along with Farseer Darvins. Darvins was in his full regalia, and Villanova was in his personal 'Rapier' power armor. Behind them emerged their guard - 4 warlocks and 2 SDF troopers in heavy power armor.

Nearly all showed some signs of battle. The sword Villanova held was slick with iccor and armor was peeled away on his left side. A glancing blow from a daemon's weapon. The others all had similar injuries, though none were fatal. They had only encountered two daemonhosts in the web, and though the battle was fierce they had been bound and cast out by the Farseer before the daemon's could bring their full powers to bear.

"I could say that was the most fun I've had in years, but that would be foolish bravery. Scared witless might be a better term." Villanova said as the armor split, allowing him to climb out.

"A reroute is perfectly acceptable. We'll lower the encoding level so you can receive it. Although, I was hoping to test a new toy I recieved. Never the less, we brought some equipment just in case."

It motioned to the boxes some human officers were unloading.

"Now, they'll set it up. Transmission will head to New ArAreBee, and everyboy's happy. Now let's begin the trip. Oh yes, do you happen to know whose representing Sunset? I'd like to meet the new President myself."

¤The Tritarchic Dominions of New ArAreBee¤

I suppose I could use my important time and put some releva-

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<<BALEETED>>

The ShadowPrince was looking the high and beautiful architecture of the Eldar Craftworld, remembering his own home. He was worried, Princess Aliria was still missing, and Ma'El the Dark Tyrant was still free. He has many responsabilities, to defend his people, to find and give Ma'El the proper punishment, to be a good ruler, to rescue his best friend Aliria from herself, mediate between the Drow, the Noldorin, the Sindarin and the Eldar Houses to keep the Empire united. "And I have still the Theallas affair. Is he going to marry Aliria?, How the rest of the Noble Houses is going to react when they find out that the Imperial Chancellor is in love with an elf of another country?. She's the best candidate for Everqueen in centuries. Life was easy when I was a simple Admiral, a soldier following orders...", the words were spoken in a low tone, as he wanders the huge hall, looking for a suitable conversation, to scare away the phantoms in his mind.

OOC: Grabbing Darvins for a moment, if you don't mind.

Ex-President, now Governor, Fidelo Villanova emerged from the webgate along with Farseer Darvins. Darvins was in his full regalia, and Villanova was in his personal 'Rapier' power armor. Behind them emerged their guard - 4 warlocks and 2 SDF troopers in heavy power armor.

Nearly all showed some signs of battle. The sword Villanova held was slick with iccor and armor was peeled away on his left side. A glancing blow from a daemon's weapon. The others all had similar injuries, though none were fatal. They had only encountered two daemonhosts in the web, and though the battle was fierce they had been bound and cast out by the Farseer before the daemon's could bring their full powers to bear.

"I could say that was the most fun I've had in years, but that would be foolish bravery. Scared witless might be a better term." Villanova said as the armor split, allowing him to climb out.

Darvins Nodded his agreement then smiled, as once again the Honour Guard was lined up, awaiting their arrival, one half showed the Banners of Sunset the other of Tor Yvresse. Of course this time no Farseer awaited them, for Darvins was the greeter.

'Well Governor Fidelo Villanova, I have the distinct honour to welcome you to Tor Yvresse. The difficulties of the trip here are behind us, here you will find nothing more dangerous than a Drunken guest. Walk amongest her halls with our welcome.'

As he led the newly appointed Governer further into the Craftworld and towards the Dome the same warning was repeated, speak not unto the Solitaire. A Moment of pause while Darvins opened his mind to the rest of the Council and nodded.

'We expect to start the actual Performance soon, most of the guests are now here, Telgorthrind is still meeting the Lady Sirithil and the Angelus Repersentative is on-route from Titan, once they have arrived and taken their place... and we are all refreshed of course. If your guard would like, we have preparred rooms for them within an Aspect shrine, I shudder to imagine the negotiations for that, I suspect an Exarch wants to train with your men or something similar.'

"I'd take it. It is an opportunity not to be missed. Captain Foxworthy, Captain Sil-Talath, I leave the choice to you."

Seeing power armor shrug is an odd thing - the shoulders don't really move, but the arms do. Foxworthy shrugged, and his deep voice came from the external speaker. "Sure. What about you Erelen?"

"I would be happy to join the paths of my cousins, if only for a while."

"Very well - I will tell you all about it once it's over."

The two dropped their front hatches, revealing a dark skinned human male in his 30's, and a flaxen haired male elf. Both walked off, servo's whirring.

"Refreshments eh? Let us break bread together then."

Bump... I really want Siri and angelus to catch up before I move ahead bt if in 24 Hours Real time This hasn't made any progress I'll move it along anyway.

Finally at last the Warlock speaks. 'That was a Demonette, They are denziens of the Immaterium of which the Web is both a part and seperate, and their creation will feature in our tale. Their Masters Creation will feature in our Tale.'

ooc:

Forgive my silence. There have been all sorts of chaotic things going on, and I'm sorry. Regardless, there is no exuse for my delay, and it shows a lack of respect not only for the play, but for the people envolved.

Please forgive me.

ic:

The figure watches the surroundings without movement. It's face shield not revealing a single hint of emotion, and its body position revealing only a relaxed comfort in the carriage.

When the Warlock finally begins to speak, the figure merely nods.

The creatures of the Abyssal planes have always intrigued Us. We are now further interested in moving onwards with this expedition. We believe that there are goals to be achieved.

~*~

> The Web is as expected. Fundamental laws no longer exist, and everything
> follows post-Singularity laws. Their existance, while suspected, are now confirmed,
> and as such, the plans for the Archailect have not been changed.
# Continue research. We will need to establish an extensive knowledge base
# concerning these creatures if We are to defend against them at any point.
> Acknowledged. We will continue as planned.

Nodding his understanding to the Angelus representative he smiles, 'These are not the Abyssal Planes exactly, although Farseer Galdern could explain the differances better, that outside is the Immaterium, source of our greatest power, and our greatest curse.. but enough we are here.'

The Scene is exactly as has been played out across all the other arrivals the Wraithguard and Lords stand at attention the shells obvious to the eye did not contain Pilots, yet they moved as through guided by a sentience. Awaiting the arrivals was once more Galdern having raced from the Dome to be here after the Shadowprince had been shown the way. He bowed to the Delegate and the guide seemed to simply melt away as he left the room quietly.

'Greetings we are honoured to meet you here, Almsot all have arrived and are in the Dome of the Crystal seers for refreshments before the show. If you would follow me I can lead you there.'

The conversation went on, and the matter of the Solitaire was once again covered, if with a slight pause of consideration, could an EI have it's soul endangered?

[OOC: Would I be on my way or something? I didn't get any response and I was wondering...Edit after response.]

Doh I knew I was forgetting someone... Sorry Arearbee, I'll post your arrival soon. :oops:

The arrival of the group from Mars was delayed but no less grand, the main differance here was that due to the nature of New ArArebee the banners that flew bore the Flags of the Main Houses they knew of. again a Farseer Waited to meet the delgation, Mel-Nais having again rushed from the Dome of the Crystal seers as the Webgate opened to the Delegatation.

'Greetings and welcome to Tor Yvresse, I hope the Web was quiet and that Ishar Blesses your arrival. Come follow me to the Dome of the Seers, for some refreshment after your Journey.'

Again the warning of the Solitaire was passed on the New Ararebee Delegation was led throughout Tor Yvresse.

The figure returns Galdern's bow with a clipped one of its own, and then reaches up to remove her mask. (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/images/angelavatar.jpg)*
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I/We are the Mainframe. I/We are pleased to have been invited, Farseer. I/We are, of course, supremely interested in your history, as not only will it increase My/Our knowledge of the universe, but it might also provide knowledge of the more mystical parts of this universe that may be envaluable in the coming months.
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She smiles slightly, a cold smile, emotionless. *
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I/We do not know. Our sentience is eternal, if not always connected to a shell. Even without a shell, We are, to some degree. I/We cannot explain further, without treading into classified areas. My/Our apologies.

High Wizard Alana still sipping the glass of Draco thu Throdo studied the new arrivals and he was chuckling slightly due to to some joke that he remembered that was very ancient that he heard long ago or he found something funny about what was going on.