NationStates Jolt Archive

Carrying on from the Ermor thread, since this is a side point.

IC

They flew across the skies seeking landforms, they had spotted a few as they approached the Planet and so had a vague idea of such places, And certain points a part of the Flock would break off and fly a different direction until soon just about anywhere could have an Eagle land. Doubtless a few would end up in places they did not want to be.

Each Eagle carried an Elf and each had the same mission, in part they sought out such places as New York and Jersey, or Ctan conferdracy, or the named but still unknown Menelmacar. They had a job.

"Hey, look at that... it's a Great Eagle."

Atáriel glanced up at her companion's voice... these two were the sole crew of Sentinel Tower Twelve, Eastmark Sector Nine. She glanced at the screens. "So it is... they tend to keep to themselves. What's that bump on the silhouette?" She peered into the scopes. "Well, I'll be damned... there's someone riding him. He looks like he's bound southwest, towards Vinyatírion..."

"A spy?"

"Possible, Thalion. But unlikely..." She zoomed the sensors and the cameras in, though, and saved images to the database, images clear enough to show the rider's face. "I doubt it. Had he hostile intent, the Eagle would not permit him aboard, and would likely shred him limb from limb. Plus he is clearly an Elf... I've taken pictures anyway, just in case."

"Good idea..."

"Could you be a dear and file the report? I'm just going to go downstairs and grab something to drink from the vending machine..."

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The Rider was unaware of the the conversation in the twoer below her, as she was unaware of the mistaken connection between her Eagle and other 'Eagles' Although the two where obviously similar in nature. They where different, for a start her's did not talk, at least not to others. To her it's voice was loud and always present, but then they where joined, two halfs of the same.

Eventually the elf would get further in and closer to Vinyatírion, if by a slightly strange course. After all while they had a rough idea as to the location of this city, they had no firm map. the rider laughed as she flew through the air, enjoying the simple pleasure of riding in new skies, and of the chance to meet elves who where native to this place, and unknown to any of her people. It would be a new experiance.'

((Unless intercepted Should I assume she arrives if so she lands on the outskirts of Vinyatírion rather than in the centre as an act of courtesy and common sense. Generally Mages in cities shoot down strange riders who turn up unanouced :wink: ))

Approaching the first elven face she see's the woman smiled, 'Greetings I seek the Leader of this Nation on behalf of my king, I wonder if you could direct me?'

The random Elf addressed, a computer programmer by the name of Lóriel, was tending her garden in front of her lovely house set into the mountainside overlooking the city. She glanced up, somewhat surprised, as a Great Eagle set down upon the many-colored pavements of the street, its rider hopping down from her glorious mount.

"Greetings I seek the Leader of this Nation on behalf of my king, I wonder if you could direct me?" asked the strange rider.

Lóriel blinked... "Incredible... I've never seen an Eagle so close before..." She rose, moving tentatively towards the bird, wanting nothing more than to gently touch and stroke the majestic creature. "In answer to your question, you'll want the Lady Sirithil, I warrant," she continued, pointing down-mountain towards the city center, where the glistening milespires of Vinyatírion the Eternal shone in the sunshine. "Go to the tallest of the towers, you should find there landing bays..." She smiled. "Normally the fleet stops people from approaching Fëanor Palace, but I don't think they'll interfere with you... not while you're riding that." She took another hesitant step. "Might I pet him?"

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High Queen and Lady-Protector of Elvenkind
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The woman smiled a little confused, Landing bays, well that she could understand she supposed and Fleet, but how had the native woman known of the Eagles? They had brought them from Evermeet yet she seemed to accept the existence, even respect it. Through the bond through she felt only calm acceptance from her friend, even a sense of understanding as through she felt something far distant.

'My companion has no objections to you touching her, but would prefer it not be a patting exactly. I also thank you for your help.'

A brief while later, long enough for the woman that helped them to at least stroke her companion and she was off again towards the Towers. below her where sights she could barely believe, the streets where filled with strange vechicles, like smaller versions of the ships that had been described to her, and yet besides these signs of Metal where other more Elven signs. it was as if, theuniverse had merged this Metal with the Elven soul, it seemed alien to her, but not unnatural, behind it all she sensed a cleanness, that she had to suspect was missing in many others that had joined with this Metal revolution.

Eventually she approached the tower and landed leaving her companions back with a single bound she turned looking for an authority figure now, someone to have annouce her presence to this Lady Sirithil.


(A description of the rider I suppose she is armed with both Sword and bow, (Longbow to be exact) and wears a Chainmail suit of armour that appears exceptionally well made, and light. She also has strapped to the side of her 'Mount' a saddlebag that appears to have some food, and a three bottles of unopened wine. (the food looks like it's been eaten however, or is in the process of being eaten))

The first thing, as one would expect, to detect the eagle was one of the numerous necron relay outposts buried throughout the land. They were now in fact, public knowledge ((I'm putting this after the roundhammer thread, the C'tan epilogue to which will contain some - revelations.)) but still quite hidden.

[code:1:680cabd5d8]Tagging anomolous object.
Scanning.
Threat Level: Nil
Action: Log contact, continue to monitor, report to civilian authorities.[/code:1:680cabd5d8]

Several minutes later, shortly after the eagle and its rider had come over the coastline, it crossed over a particularly large, almost totally industrialised farm owned by some large corporate body. Leaning back in a chair in a building at the centre of that farm was Richie Longueville, whose job was pretty much oversight of the facilities, it was rare for anything to go seriously wrong. He was currently reading a news holo featuring yet more commentary on certain conspiracies recently revealed - utterly deranged stuff, but it was just credible enough to be true, and the general gist of it was, “there will be some changes around here, but most of them you should appreciate.”

Unfortunately perhaps, the two elves who also worked there weren’t actually on site at the moment, instead having disappeared off to the nearest town for lunch, and thus, none were familiar with the concept of great eagles.

Casually glancing up from the holo he took a look out of one of the largeish panoramic windows that looked over the kilometres of farmland in every direction. "Well bugger me with a snooker cue," he muttered, "That's one big bird of prey." He was in two minds about what to do, but decided to go outside for a better look; he could always dash back inside what was a fairly heavily constructed building if the bird decided he looked like a snack.

On the roof a raven cawed, and fluffed her feathers up, normally corvids weren't approved of on farms, but in the Confederacy, making efforts to chase them off was regarded as rather poor sport. The nameless bird decided to make itself scarce in the face of what could only be called, a super-size-eagle.

((Incidentally, more posts to your arrival thread would be appreciated. :wink: ))

Above the Confederacy the Eagle and it's passenger continued to fly approaching at last a city, and so it slowly lowered in the skys landing in the last piece of Green before the main body of the City the rider now walking towards the city, the Eagle toook back into the skys of to hunt, an feed. when the rider wished to return it would know, for they where linked, companions in spirit.

She was a strange sight for a modern age, a loose Chainmail protected her, although it was constructed of links so fine it was obvious great care went into each suit. Across her back was strung a Longbow, and by ehr sides a simple sword. Her clothing seemed to shimmer in the differing lights of the city, taking on the shades of the land around her, and while not completly hiding her, it was obvious it would help if a person was skilled enough.

Her eyes looked around her at the sights of the peoples around her.

The buildings about her landing site were fairly pleasant, built of a light, almost ceramic looking stone, with considerable amounts of reflective glass built into them. There were few vehicles around, not that she would be able to identify them when parked anyway.

The rider was greeted with stares of confusion. Not as many as the eagle was, but some. Rarely did people go around dressed quite so eccentrically. Most of those gathered nearby were office workers – computer technicians and so on, from the numerous administrative buildings nearby. There were many, sharing her pointed ears, though much taller. The general attitude of the observers was one of polite interest, and eventually an elven woman in a neat pale suit, carrying a small leather bound folder, and even containing some items related to her work, approached her, she was nowhere near as obviously armed as the much smaller elf was, but did carry a compact pulse pistol concealed about her person – public ownership of weapons was practically mandatory, and indeed, with completion of national service one generally kept at least one weapon for future reservist purposes. Thus, the armament of the visitor wasn’t much a matter for concern for anyone nearby.

“Hello?” she said, trying the almost universal English language first. She was rewarded by a look of patient puzzlement, and tried again in Sindarin.

The Elf smiled at the woman, confused by the clothes she wore, and the language she spoke momentary she held up her hands in what she hoped would be recognised as a sign for the woman to wait a moment. Glad of the rings she had been given before departure, they took but a moment to activate.

Then the two spells began to take effect, and she spoke, and while she thought her words in her tongue, they came out in Sindarin 'Speak your own tongue, I will understand now, I come here to speak to one known as Fealen or a repersentative of your government on behalf of my King Githras, we wish to open more formal relations and trade agreements with the peoples of this world?'

Pausing a moment in thought, 'Also my companion will be hunting now and may take livestock if possible could you tell me who I would need to inform of such a thing to ensure Farmers recieve compensation for any losses they may Make?'

The sindarin woman listened for a moment, and replied in her own language “Well, I’m fairly certain that Fëaelen,” she was actually quite minor in the public eye, but was fairly well known by the elves, “would be hard to find, she tends to spend rather little time here. I imagine someone more senior would be happy to speak to you though,” she thought for a moment, and noticed that this diplomat was rather unusual, “the emperor,” it was a new title, but she personally didn’t mind it, “might be able to make time to speak to you in person.”

She thought for a moment, “And I’m sure that the government will arrange for payment. I’ll see if I can’t contact someone, would you like to come with me and wait inside somewhere?” she asked.

'Ah that would be agreable I thank you for your help. May the Seldarine Bless you this day. The enchantment I have cast will not last forever I must warn you, and I'd rather not recast it should it fail unless it is important, the Rings have only a limited charge per day, and after that are useless till the next day. So should I cease speaking I hope you will understand?'

'So this land is like that of the New York and Jersey, and of Fabled Myth Drannor where Humans, Elves, and other races co-exist I see. What wonders you must make, and see! Tell me, where are the Temples to the Seldarine too Corellon'

She was led into a ‘small’ office building, and the elf with her and listened while the short elf talked. She seemed somewhat impressed with the various holoslides, and so on. After leaving her at a table, and after a few minutes, she came back. Nilthien, her name, sat down with the smaller elf and smiled, “Well, they shouldn’t be long now. If you don’t mind, I’m curious, what is this Seldarine you speak of?”

Nilthien had of course, not the slightest idea how much confusion that simple question would cause.

The Ranger was shocked to hear the woman ask such a question... 'The Seldarine, the God's, the Panthelon of the Elves overwhom the great Corellon Larethian rules, and from whom all Elves draw life, whose blood forged our race. Perhaps you know them by other names, but you must know of Corellon Larethian, of Arvandor. Of their Opponments Grumash One eye, father of the Orcs, and Lloth the Spider Queen mistress of the Drow?' The Woman was shocked and of course spouting names, Grumash of course would not mean much the Niltherian.

That an Elf through could not know of Corellon Larethian from whom all elves came, whose very blood when spilled gave birth to new Elves, was a shock to the young elf.

Nilthien looked on with a blank expression through most of the other elf’s confused babble. She had no idea who most of these people were. Indeed, in that long string of names the only ones she recognised were ‘drow’ and, of course, ‘orcs.’ She thought through her response carefully.

“I don’t know who this Corellon you speak of is I’m afraid, we were created by Eru Ilúvatar, and I suppose you could argue that he rules over the Valar, but on the whole, they don’t have many enemies, apart from Morgoth, who created the orcs,” she said.

A nice TAG, a shame I don't have a base on Earth

The look of confusion still was in place but eventually the woman shrugged. 'Ah well it does not matter overly much I suspect, Or it will matter more to others. I must thank you for your efforts on my behalf, I suspect this is not the usual way for Nations on this world to communicate, but while we establish communications more openly it remains the only such way, for now anyway.'

Eventually the messenger was picked up by a fairly nondescript air vehicle and taken for a short journey out of the city. Then, with a disorienting pop she was inside a room, open with a view of rolling countryside beyond a few mountains, her companion conveniently flying nearby.

The inside of the mountain structure was simply astounding in its ostentation. Long corridors were decorated with marble statues, murals. The vaulted ceilings were decorated in a complex pattern of blues turquoises and gold leaf tracing. From where she started, the ambassador was led through several vast galleries, containing everything from huge ornamental gardens, and indoor wood, art galleries containing precious artworks from dozens if not hundreds of cultures.

She was also taken over a bridge across one of the vast level riser systems - huge complexes of lifts, moving through a vast hall, soaring up and down many kilometres, and several meters wide - into a lift headed for the upper floors of the complex.

She was finally, ushered out into a cathedral like room, which was dominated by a vast holographic display. Shining jewels seemed to be set into it, golden, each far brighter than any star on the display. Lines of 'text' occasionally appeared and disappeared around the sides of the galaxy. It could all be interpreted with some ease as tactical displays showing the location of ships. There was a major concentration of the dots one two hundredth of the diameter of the galaxy away from the earth - that much clearly visible by the sheer amount of text near two it.

A tall human - about six foot three, stood on the platform she was ushered onto. He had long dark hair, tied back into a ponytail at the moment. He turned to her and smiled, a rather keen gleam in his eyes, which were a light blue. He managed to make a set of flowing white and gold robes look unpretentious - somehow.

There were several couches and chair scattered about the platform - which was about ten meters square, and suspended invisibly. It left the side of the chamber where it had docked to receive the guest and began moving serenely toward the centre of the room. Perhaps the most interesting feature of the platform however, would be the pair of massive necron lords, robed in a light grey and seeming relatively inert, they didn't seem to notice her.

The 'man' however did, and walked up to the messenger, before speaking, "Welcome to my humble home - I hope you like it, I've heard a little about your people, and I'm glad to receive a visitor from them, Miss..."

An amazing Mountain fortress she could not have conceived of something so vast, as a single structure. A ppart of the Underdark maybe, but to imagine this as a single Palace... it was inconceivable. The planning room, was all she could call it was equally impressive although a little more to her understanding, the man struck her as regal in some way that she could not place, as through larger than the room she stood in.

And so she bowed to the man 'Ranger Jandella Xanpahia my Lord repersentative of the peoples of Giltheran, our king and council send their greetings.' From her pack she pulled out a small gift a bottle of Evermeed, the dust showed it's age, 'In honour of this meeting we present you a small gift. We apologise for it would be a greater gift but we are still busy and most of our resources go in the building of vital structures.'

((OOC Whoops originally posted this as Tor... which would be a Foul up of EPIC proportions... luckily I have been able to delete.))

((The OOC amusement at Tor_Githras' mispost, which he's now deleted, and reposted as the correct nation.))

{Immediately upon seeing the appearance of this eldar, the two necron lords sprung into action, one smacking her legs from under her and the other holding her down. The first lord aimed its staff of light at her head and looked at the Deceiver.

He however, merely grinned, and plucked the bottle from her grasp, "Oh, very nice, a gift from your council, though who is this king fellow?"}

((The real response))

The man smiled, and gently took the bottle from her, examining it for a moment, before setting it on a low table. "I am Mephet'ran, - an odd name I know - and really dear, you don't need to bow, please, sit," he said, gesturing to a largish couch, "and tell me all about your people," he said, taking a seat himself, "from what I've heard so far they sound charming and fascinating."

He seemed to project a sense of ease in his movements, there was a feeling that you could pour your entire life's-story out to him, and he'd listen with patience, understanding and rapt interest. He opened a different bottle of wine from the table and offered her a glass, as she ((presumably)) sat.

Taking her seat she smiled a little, 'I am a little unsure where to begin, I could I suppose go into the basics, we are the Children of the Seldarine, and Corellon. Our kind is found throughout the many Prime Material planes, but we come from Toril. On Toril we are split into seperate sub-races, One of below the sea, one that is never spoken and Four others. I myself am a Moon-elf, the most common of the Elves.'

Pausing a moment 'Or do you seek other information, I doubt you want to be bothered by a history lesson. Also while I hae to sound forward, the council had reasons beyond establishing contact for sending me here. We have certain needs, tht we hope to see addressed, nothing too horrendous, actually I believe my Kings exact words where, 'Tell them we wish to buy their Junk!''

The yngir listened quietly, and then laughed pleasantly, "A wonderfully subtle request that," he said with a smile. "I'm sure it can be done, what type of stuff are you interested in precisely?" he paused, "I'm certain I can find something you have that I myself would like to buy. And as for the general public, well they're always interested in imports of all sorts of luxury goods,"

This of course was true - high technology, engineering and heavy industry, thriving in NS, if not in the early 21st century timeline many were familiar with, were the strong points of the C'tan economy. Major imports consisted of rarer foods, exotic woods, literature and cultural artifacts, and so on. The yngir had of course arranged this for a good reason, namely when their current programmes were done - finding technological artifacts able to compete on the domestic market would be - difficult.

He waited a moment and then said, "And I'm always interested in history, religion too." He paused again - picking up two things of interest, the elves whose name must not be spoken - he presumed these were the Drow. He had business with a certain group of them, and quiet scanning preformed when she entered the mountain suggested they were basically the same species. And these planes - a concept he was familiar with, there were many alternate universes after all. He would greatly like to know what these elves conception of alernate universes was.

But both of those questions could wait. For now he would her her proposals. He decided to do something else too, and gestured at the rings she wore, "If they're likely to run out of power or some such, you're welcome to take them off, It won't be a problem."

The woman nodded at the Emporers words and smiled 'The current spell is about to run out, so I thank you, I will not use another charge if it is as you say. As to what we wish to buy, shells, any vessel you are about to decommision, we want to buy the shell, to be used to test certain theories of our Mages. Such a concept makes our standard weapons, obsolete in so many ways but our scholars mages and Clerics have been trying to compensate. Yet we need examples of the vessels to see if the methods devised are even on the right track'

Smiling at the offer of Trade for Luxury goods, 'if there is one thing my people can make it's Luxury goods. Back on Toril the evermeed was considered the finest of wines, selling on the Mainland of Toril in the region of a Hundred Gold for a normal year, vastly out performing the other wines grown. Of course Evermeed will take time to grow here, but our Vine owners have started the process, and we estimate that in a few years we may have our first Harvest. Until then we have other Wines and spirits that require, more common if exotic ingredients.' Although as sh left the Gaurdian project had not been started it had been debated, and so she decided it best not to promise anything along the lines of crafting, many Artisans would be busy with more important projects if the Gaurdian was accepted, and if not, well it never hurts to be able to add a trade good to the table, but it looks bad to have to remove it.

'As to History and religion, I can provide the basics, but I am no expert, I know what the normal person knows of our History, eventually if it meets with your approval, we will send an Ambassador who staff will likely include at least a Mage or a Cleric to faciltate communication back home, if it is your wish I can add a recomendation to our council that the Amassador makes such people avaible to you for interviews.'

The yngir pondered for a moment, "I think I can arrange for some long obsolete vessels we have around to be sent to you.

"As for luxury goods, excellent, I suspect that there is much you can offer us in trade then. And of course your people may send ambassadors, they are most welcome. And I shall look forward to listening to them. Anyway, I fear I'm neglecting my duties as a host, would you care for a look around this place?" he said with a smile, taking a small box from the table as he said it.

He had of course noticed the lack of her mentioning magical artifacts, a matter which interested him, but he would let that slide for now.

((Short post I'm afraid.))

'Our thanks for your kindness, when I leave here I will arrange for a Staff to be sent here with all haste to establish a permanment embassay I am sue this news will be greeted with great joy back home.' Standing at his offer for a tour of the Facilty she smiled warmly 'I would be pleased to see more of this wondourous Palace, It would be an honour.'

As she stood certain things seemed to slot into place, a look perhaps from the Emporer 'Of all my words I must admit you looked most interested when I spoke of a part of our Race we don't acknowledge as being truely Elven. I was wondering if you had an interest in that matter, if my questioning is not too forward.'
((And another Short post, hmm I should have sent a more knowledgable person to answer a few of your questions... hmm And while I know that the nice Yngir can't really betray himself through facial expression, it just seemed like a little more could be gotten out of the thread by asking that. If you'd prefer it I can remove the question))

Walking to a lift, Mephet'ran smiled a little, and punched a button. He had of course, let a little inkling of his curiosity slip as a facial expression - all deliberate, "Yes actually, please do tell, I think I may have an idea of the creatures to whom you refer, and I believe I may have an interest of a sort in them, so yes, as much information as can possibly be provided would be helpful to my planning."

A moment later the lift doors opened again, onto a balcony, overlooking a vast indoor parade ground, filled with ranks of machine-warriors, two hundred by one hundred in all, on average each was about seven feet tall, each armed with some form of glowing weapon, most of which had some form of bladed extension. The emperor walked to the balcony, and leaned over a little, "And this would be part of the garrison," he said with a little smile, waiting for the reaction.

her emotion was one of pure shock so many Golemns in one place, and by his tone it was but a fraction, it was unheard of, she didn't even try to hide her amazment, but she did quickly recover.

In answer to your question The drow are the bastard followers f a Goddess who was not satisfied with eing the Wife of Correllon she wanted to rule the Seldarine' A Chuckle escaped her lips at that thought, 'As if she could have ruled them, her nature would have revealed itelf. In anycase when she was married to Correllon he gave her the race of Elves that closly matched her appearance, and that was a mistake when she fell she took them with her.' She paused considering her next words carefully 'Of course while this speaks of the overall race, it does not tell the whole story, While 90% of Drow you meet are evil, some walk a different path, towards the light, and Ellistree, daughter of Lloth and Correllon, and while a majourity of Drow worship Lloth some worship her son.'

Another Pause 'I imagine it may seem strange that our fates would be so tied to our God's, the Humans we have met are often a very different tale, they form their God's through their belief, but we came from ours. The Blood of Correllon flows in our body, our fates and theirs are linked far closer than humans to their Gods.'