21-02-2004, 14:01
OOC: It should be noted that this roleplay may stray between OOC and IC a lot. Also, please note that this sis just a roleplay... the mods and admin actually do control Nationstates, not these characters or me. Also, this should not be interpreted as challenging them... I think the mods don't get enough credit for all the great work they do keeping this place sane, in fact.
Also, although this roleplay is open, there is only room for four other nations. These nations MUST be excellent roleplayers, and preferably have been around during the Amerigan War, and other events (although this is not needed, many of the best roleplayers came later.)
However, other nations may join it by trying to interfere...
IC:
Twenty-two "men", all looking almost identical with long, light blonde hair, and pale, but not pasty, complexions walk into the large, perfectly circular, white stone gazebo-like structure in the lush, green forest. The ivy growing over the pillars, the animals chirping around them, the organic-seeming architecture, seem to carry those assembled back to a previous time. All the twenty-two men carry rods of an unknown metal, similar in appearnce to gold, but much lighter. They insert them into a stone pedastal in the middle, and it projects a three-dimensional map of the Nationstates world... a real, real-time, fully accurate map of the entire Nationstates world... from the pre-civilization nations, up to space nations. From the oldest nation still in existence, to the youngest nation.
One of the "men" was wearing a crown made out the metal. He began to speak in a melodious, beautiful language. Translated to English, he said "Fellow Persfab, I have summoned you all back to the Grove for one reason: the quality of our realm has degraded. You, too, will have noticed it in your dropping health. We are the realm, not just its caretakers. I propose, as the Grand of the Realm, a measure. We all remember the glory days, when we were in excellent health... the golden age, the early days, the times of old! Those times are gone, but they may come back. I have come to believe, by consulting the leaves of the Tree of Jennifer, that the only way to stop this decline is to bring several select nations and their players into the fold, in a... council... of sorts, to stop this failure!
Stunned silence rocked the others. One timidly said, in the same language, "You are certain the leaves of the Tree of Jennifer said this so?"
"Yes, I am. You may consult her yourself." he responded.
Another said, "You propose a meeting between in character and out of character... such a thing could permanantly destroy the balance of the Realm! I vote against such a measure!"
Yet another said, "I am in favor. I, too, have noticed such a decline. A sudden eruption of destruction would be better than this rotting of our innards."
"No, it would not! The Realm MUST continue" said one.
The Grand spoke. "Let us vote... I fear there is little time for our usual debates."
Each reached out their hands, and in a spark of light, green and red balls of energy appeared in their hands. Some threw the green, some threw the red.
"It appears we have a tie. Eleven green balls thrown, eleven votes for yes. Eleven red balls thrown, eleven votes for no. As Grand, my vote rules in such a matter. The council will be convened. As for the nations we should invite, I propose we invite four. Who those four should be, I believe there will be little debate on this." said the Grand.
A piece of parchment, two meters high and one meter wide, appeared floating in the air. Written on it were the names of four nations. The balls appeared in their hands again. Unanimously, they agreed: yes.
Extremely thin, white scepters appeared in their hands, which they inserted into the globe. They began to chant.
Suddenly, the in character leaders of the nations, as well as their out of character counterparts, appeared in the room.
Also, although this roleplay is open, there is only room for four other nations. These nations MUST be excellent roleplayers, and preferably have been around during the Amerigan War, and other events (although this is not needed, many of the best roleplayers came later.)
However, other nations may join it by trying to interfere...
IC:
Twenty-two "men", all looking almost identical with long, light blonde hair, and pale, but not pasty, complexions walk into the large, perfectly circular, white stone gazebo-like structure in the lush, green forest. The ivy growing over the pillars, the animals chirping around them, the organic-seeming architecture, seem to carry those assembled back to a previous time. All the twenty-two men carry rods of an unknown metal, similar in appearnce to gold, but much lighter. They insert them into a stone pedastal in the middle, and it projects a three-dimensional map of the Nationstates world... a real, real-time, fully accurate map of the entire Nationstates world... from the pre-civilization nations, up to space nations. From the oldest nation still in existence, to the youngest nation.
One of the "men" was wearing a crown made out the metal. He began to speak in a melodious, beautiful language. Translated to English, he said "Fellow Persfab, I have summoned you all back to the Grove for one reason: the quality of our realm has degraded. You, too, will have noticed it in your dropping health. We are the realm, not just its caretakers. I propose, as the Grand of the Realm, a measure. We all remember the glory days, when we were in excellent health... the golden age, the early days, the times of old! Those times are gone, but they may come back. I have come to believe, by consulting the leaves of the Tree of Jennifer, that the only way to stop this decline is to bring several select nations and their players into the fold, in a... council... of sorts, to stop this failure!
Stunned silence rocked the others. One timidly said, in the same language, "You are certain the leaves of the Tree of Jennifer said this so?"
"Yes, I am. You may consult her yourself." he responded.
Another said, "You propose a meeting between in character and out of character... such a thing could permanantly destroy the balance of the Realm! I vote against such a measure!"
Yet another said, "I am in favor. I, too, have noticed such a decline. A sudden eruption of destruction would be better than this rotting of our innards."
"No, it would not! The Realm MUST continue" said one.
The Grand spoke. "Let us vote... I fear there is little time for our usual debates."
Each reached out their hands, and in a spark of light, green and red balls of energy appeared in their hands. Some threw the green, some threw the red.
"It appears we have a tie. Eleven green balls thrown, eleven votes for yes. Eleven red balls thrown, eleven votes for no. As Grand, my vote rules in such a matter. The council will be convened. As for the nations we should invite, I propose we invite four. Who those four should be, I believe there will be little debate on this." said the Grand.
A piece of parchment, two meters high and one meter wide, appeared floating in the air. Written on it were the names of four nations. The balls appeared in their hands again. Unanimously, they agreed: yes.
Extremely thin, white scepters appeared in their hands, which they inserted into the globe. They began to chant.
Suddenly, the in character leaders of the nations, as well as their out of character counterparts, appeared in the room.