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the red steam locomotive sat gleaming in the sun, the royal train was attached behind it, this was a little celebration for the king's 50th birthday, the invites was simple, any who whised to turn up could do so...
the king sat in his cermonial gown next to his wife, with the PM and his aide a little further across.
the king cleared his throat
-Are you sure that broadcast got through?
-Yes your majesty quite sure
-Marvelous marvelous!

bump incase of interest etc etc

-Your Majesty The Jet is Fueled up and ready and we have transmitted a response to Midlona saying that we will arive shortly to celebrate the king.

The King Smiled it was long since he had had any contact with his allies in Midlonia, it would be a pleasure to see them once more.

-Then all is well we leave at once.

The Royal Transporter Jet and its fighter escort left for Midlonia, this would be a celebration to remember, The king had brought a few surprises in his Jet for the Midlonian King to enjoy.

colonel Filitov walked into the plushly made carriage.. he was wearing all his medals and was to be the king's personal bodyguard on this momentous occasion.

- you majesty your majesty!

the king sighed
-please hararld how long have we known each other?

-since we were boys your majesty....

-yes so you can call me by my first name instead..

-certainley Edward

the king smiled
-good now what is it you wanted to tell me?


-the king from the Knights of Falmir is coming!

-MARVELOUS MARVELOUS

he capped his hands together

As the Massive Jet landed with its fighter escort, King Robert Rimes got out with his entourage. His bodyguard was wearong ceremonial knights armour and all that came with it.

(im guessing someone came to meet them hope you dont mind ;) )

-Im here to celebrate your rulers birthday.

The king simply waited for someone to direct them to King Edward

As the Massive Jet landed with its fighter escort, King Robert Rimes got out with his entourage. His bodyguard was wearong ceremonial knights armour and all that came with it.

(im guessing someone came to meet them hope you dont mind ;) )

-Im here to celebrate your rulers birthday.

The king simply waited for someone to direct them to King Edward

OOC: I'll take you up on the offer for an assassination! :D

IC: In the evening, roughly 6:30, ASW standard time, a fighter escort of 4 Eurofighter Typhoons and the Dictator's personal airliner had uplifted from a landing strip in the northern section of Viewpoint. The scheduled flight was for a few hours, and the dictator relaxed. He had sent ahead of time a message, alerting the Midlonian king that he was "coming to celebrate, and to apologize for a rather nasty and old uranium run-in."

The dictator settled in for a ride. Members of his "staff", or the Dictator's elite, the ASMoI-Operatives, the equivalent of the WWII Gestapo/SS, sat around him. It would definitely be an interesting celebration.

"Let us witness this 'King of Men'," Manus exclaimed, upon hearing the news. "If all are invited, I see no reason why myself and some Knights may not attend."

"By all means EnheilRas," Dorin the Darkweaver agreed. "I shall arrange at once for teleportational coordinates."

"Delgon, get the armory ready," Manus told his son. "We should dress nicely, as men are fooled by rich things."

It was but an hour or two that Delgon Trebelium, Manus Trebelium, Trabian Riil, and Dorin were prepared with four High Orcish Knights directly from the clan of the Flaming Skull. It was a risk to use such warriors, but it would be done when going into hostile territory.

Blue Arcane Sigils wrapped around the floor as Dorin signaled an incantation which ripped the eight from existance, and through planar travel, illuminated their forms upon a runway. THe awe-inspiring sight of modern technology froze them for a moment. For Manus, however, it only brought hope to his own intentions on how to change the 13 clans for the better.

"Are you sure this is it, Dorin?" Trabian questioned.

"I don't make mistakes," said the Wizard. "I'm sure that large building there will have information."

The Four knights looked around, growling a bit. They knew how prejudice the humans could be, and were ready to rip them limb from limb if any hostilities regarding their race were to come in question.

The eight High Orcs strode toward the Terminal.

General Beken,Top military secretary for drizzt do'urdern,takes place of drizzt at the celebration.

The General soon leaves to his personnal HC127 Helicopter,with an escort of 4 Attack HC127s,he flys off towards the celebration of the foerign kings birthday.

an aide ran up to quickly meet the arriving quests

-excuse me sirs? If you could follow me to the MI-8 we'll be heading for the king shortly...

the aid scurried off again

after the dignitares had gotten into the Chopper, it headed for the station

the King froze... it had been eons since orcs had appeared in Midlonia, even that had been a terrible disaster, but hopefully times had changed, even if they had not, he liked the orcs that he had read long ago, all the waring and the interesting, if not odd culture.

-Welcome Welcome, it is great to have you all here on my birthday!

[i] he shook hands with them all, and embraced the Knights of Falmir king like a brother. They boarded the cleaming train and were prepared to depart

King Robert Rimes was glad to see his friend and ally again, it had been long since it felt even longer due to the age difference inbetweene them.

-So good to see you again Edward, ive brought along a group of people from Falmir who all wished to attend your birthday, I hope you can acommodate them all.
THe King smiled, after him walked firstly his bodyguard dressed in the medieval knights armour of Falmir, after them came two female swords dancer a favoured form of entertainment in Falmir. And lastly a group of High Ranking officers and a few statesmen who were there probably more for show than that they wanted to, however one of them carried a large silver box with a golden ribbon around it.

The eight Orcs, measuring between 7-8 feet tall, entered the airport terminal. These Orcs were millenia old, and their species would have surely not been seen by any of the humans, as the High Orcish race died before Humanity was even born. However, it wouldn't be hard to figure that they were some kind of Orcish race, though nowhere close to any of Morgoth's "Elvish creations" he called Orcs, nor the "goblin" Orcs of Gundabad. They were strong, noble, and half good-looking.

Manus, the obvious leader of the group, exerted a very noble and regal aura. The eight, though few, could be incredibly intimidating. Most were dressed in Orcish Splint or Orcish Platemail, crafted from the Insides of the Hall of Blazing Hammers, a territory once belonged to Dwarves, but "annexed" in the Elf-Dwarf war.

Trabian Riil, dressed in a blood red robe, flowing across his strongly muscular body, was unique in that he was not seemingly ready to slice open anyone. The Four Knights of the Flaming Skull, however, leered their eyes towards anyone who would dare step forward. One of them carried an Orcish longbow, an arrow loaded inside, pointed downward. Trabian was the first to speak, in oddly enough, english.

"We are here for your King's invitation. Show us where he is so that we may meet him." Trabian couldn't stand the sight of people much. They were kind of ugly creatures. They weren't that intelligent either. He wondered if they would understand him.

Dorin the Darkweaver stood by Delgon, his hand on the PunRas' shoulder. "There is much fear in them."

General Shacklar, Dictator of ASW, leaned over and talked to one of his 'aides'. Whispering softly, he asked him if he had any weapons with him for a security check. He affirmed Shacklar that no weapons were brought in case of security checks. The General sighed, relieved, and looked from person to person, most of which he had never seen before. The orcs seemed to terrify him quite thoroughly.

"So, where do you happen to hail from?" Inquired the dictator, breathing deeply and sweating profusely. He normally wasn't afraid of brutish animals if they were held behind thick steel cages. For comfort, he squeezed a 'comb-knife' that was specially designed. The comb slipped apart, and inside was a knife. Each have was used as a sheath and handle.

Manus Trebelium turned toward the dictator Shacklar, his long, orange, tasseled hair flailing a bit. The EnheilRas nodded toward the Four Knights of the Flaming Skull, whom glared at this man, ready to rip him to shreds, and every man that served under him with the fury of ChumRas Orka as their calling if an assault upon the Leader of the High Fist was even thought of.

Dorin the Darkweaver, wearing dark navy blue robes with black decorations, was the first to answer. "We hail from a land and a time that is unknowing of the scars of humanity's destruction. As such, we, of the 13 Clans can be rather naive to the natural evils of humanity that spawn from the Elvishness. However, we are curious and merciful in our dealings with your crude species, as unforgiving at it can be with such instinctual predatory motives driving it. For now, our clans dwell safely in the lands of Arda, as Morgoth has allowed us to have land in which we have cultivated a grand society of Orcdom in both magic, worship, and prosperity for all things naturally Orcish."

"A very good answer Dorin," Trabian nodded. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

"These people already have their prejudices and malcontent towards the many different genetic varieties of Orcs. This is because they blame Orcs for the evils that Orcs do, not for the greater powers that have twisted and forced the poor slaves to commit such atrocities. This is why people are not realizing that so few Orcs are truly led by other Orcs in a pure Orcish society like ours. We are quite unique in this retrospective. We must model ourselves out of the Orcish Doctrine, and the Chuma Tuncha."

Upon hearing the word, the four Knights' response kicked in automatically and cold.

"Chuma Tuncha! Gihael Orka!" was their unison command as they stood, put their weapons at ease with their right hand, pounded their steel chestplates with their left, and went into a parade rest.

"*Ahem* Yes well...that," Dorin exclaimed.

"Interesting," muttered Shacklar, unnerved by the sets of glaring eyes on him from the tall creatures. "I find it interesting though, that you view humanity only as a scourge. I'll give you the truth that we are a violent and bickering group, but we can be just as artistic and sophisticated as someone, I'm guessing, of your origins.

"Oddly, it seems our oldest work is the best and most charming of all... we all tend to decay with time."

Shacklar looked at the different orcs. One of them looked like he was preparing to rip off Shacklar's head.

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Just off the coast, near the dock, the NRSS New Tirpitz sat anchored to protect the People of the nearby Celebration. It was all the Chief Socialist President could do since he was much busy with International and National matters.

"Interesting," muttered Shacklar, unnerved by the sets of glaring eyes on him from the tall creatures. "I find it interesting though, that you view humanity only as a scourge. I'll give you the truth that we are a violent and bickering group, but we can be just as artistic and sophisticated as someone, I'm guessing, of your origins.

"Oddly, it seems our oldest work is the best and most charming of all... we all tend to decay with time."

Shacklar looked at the different orcs. One of them looked like he was preparing to rip off Shacklar's head.

"Take with us the only input we've received from nations in this world such as between NewYork & NewJersey and Abu-Dhabi Khristna, as well as within Fyreheart. Do you not realize that what we've seen between humanity and its lust for power hass been totally uunrivaled in a single decade to what our own race, in centuries, committed in the slaughter of hunndreds of millions of dwarves, elves, giants, and titans in the Great War that collapsed the First Age?" Dorin was hot tonight. "The tendency for murder, death, and killing for war will always have outshined Humanity's prospects for culture. Man has, and will always, find a closer bond with each other for war, than they ever will for Peace."

Then again, in that respect, they were much like in their own crusade for a Mighty Human Empire. The humans had the ingenuity and creativity for such a thing, and perhaps not so much unknown to the High Orcs, a much better chance at it. Such opinionated facts and observations, however, would never attempt to downfall the 13 Clans. They'd been through too much already, and knew that the ChumRas Orka was meant to be, though they had yet to find a proper time. Raat was responsible for this epiphony.

"Calm down Dorin," the EnheilRas spoke, quite hypocritically. "I believe you're frightening the creature. Let your philosophies down, you wield them like a sharpened Skell."

Trabian chuckled, and even Manus' son Delgon broke a smirk. Dorin the Darkweaver sighed of resignation, and nodded. "As you wish, EnheilRas."

Shacklar sighed.

"Quite tempermental. Apologies for insulting you, then, but the working of those nations are unknown to me. I was not aware that you were familiar with bloody tangles with those outside of our concerns. So far, ASW has kept to a minimal amount of bloodshed within and outside of our nation."

a whistle sounded and the train started with a bump
-marvelous we are off! Anyway Robert how have things been in Falmir?

The King smiled at his old friend.
-Well the economy is still growing rapidly, we are by far the strongest in our region. Also ive been voted to stay as Head Chariman of the J.A.N. (The alliance in our region). And as far as I know crime rates are as low as theyve ever been.

The King smiled, and chuckled as he noticed himself blathering, he coughed lightly.

-Anyway, I brought you a gift. Would you like it now or later. Actually I brought a few gifts, but they are more in forms of entertainment.

Rober smiled again, most of his staff felt uneasey as he seldom did smile at home.

Shacklar sighed.

"Quite tempermental. Apologies for insulting you, then, but the working of those nations are unknown to me. I was not aware that you were familiar with bloody tangles with those outside of our concerns. So far, ASW has kept to a minimal amount of bloodshed within and outside of our nation."

"You are forgiven human," The EnheilRas spoke. The four Knights seemed to grow a bit tempermental. "Perhaps we should join in a small coterie toward our proverbial destination? The human architecture of its cities is full of confusion, indeed. Most of it is large and gaudy, as if they're trying to show off with their city. Frankly, the concept eludes me as to why one would not make a city to be completely efficient to operate exactly how it should, much like our own Orca is meant to do."

"Then again, EnheilRas, we don't quite have large cities like the humans do," spoke Trabian Riil.

"Point taken, Trabian," Manus acknowledged.