NationStates Jolt Archive

If you have received this, there may be hope still. We need assistance! Our entire nation has been sunken! Only few of us have survived, and...we don't know what to do. We are in need in medical supplies...and food. We....we just don't know what to do. We have no leader, he dissappeared...this is intensely complicated. But, if you can help us, please show us compassion because I simply don't know what to do! There are around three hundred of us, in lots of small camps which we set up...but....but many are wounded, and what little we could save we are running out of! Our mages are tierd and thier spells are failing due to exaustion. Please...assist.

*location written down*

Magnus Sostradium

The location is a large grassland, which is directly against a large beach. There used to be a massive island next to it, which, you presume, is where the nation used to be.

(OOC I want one nation to come in and help, fantasy please. I want high quality rping, because there are lots of things which need to be started and this is a spring board.)

Bump?

OOC: I'll RP as some elves :P

I.C:
Thelas looked at the opening. Big, but not big enough. The frown marks upon his forhead grew as he struggled to maintain concentration in the heat. Abruptly, the opening between worlds collapsed and the 6 candles floating in mid air around him, slowly dropped to the ground.
Damnit

The heat was unberable, whatever foul thing from hell did this should be executed. As he opened the door a messenger bumped into him and they were both sent spinning onto the floor.
"Idiot, you could have killed me!" He said cursing at the messenger.

"I am sorry my lord but The Council of 13 is now in session."

"Thankyou" He said rushing off to the council hall. Whatever this was is was big, anything that called the most estemmed council together must be big. It might even be related to the unatural heat wave.

Finally he reached the carved mahogany door and stepped inside.
"Ah, welcome Thelas." Greeted Sire Geller, head of the Council.

"We have summoned you here to look at this message our Eagle outpost recieved"

The curtains were closed and a message was transmitted onto the wall. Thelas almost fainted in shock.

"What is it?"

"I know how to counter that and why it happened. Diabolus, most ancient of Demons has been re-awakened. The shrinking of a nation causes heat-waves."

"Diabolus, re-awakened!? Lord help us all!"

"I will go with speed to the human nation and counter the spell. I will take ten Mages with me"

"Go with the blessings of us and of the Valar."

Thelas then exited the room, if Diabolus was re-awakened, this would be interesting, very interesting...

(OOC I know the reason why the nation has sunk, and it is part of my plan. It has not sunk because of any demon, it is vital that I know and keep it as what I want, because this has happened in the past.)

“Is anyone coming to help us?”

Magnus sighed holding his hand to his tired face. He had been up for many days; trying to find a way to get out of this situation….but it seemed that no-one was coming.

“I don’t know dammit! I have sent the message out, but I don’t know what will happen. Hell, if anybody does receive it, I don’t even know if they will frelling reply or assist!” Magnus said frustrated, and banged his hand against a desk which had floated. It was made of the strange purple wood which had covered a great deal of Velmora. It responded with a glowing of runes which covered its surface. At least the magic in this damn desk was still working.

The person left the small tent, ones which had been hastily constructed. Magnus was considered the leader of the survivors; the ruler had been drowned in the combat which ensued. Magnus had no sides of the civil war; he barely knew where he stood at the moment let alone with the morality of the action.

He offered a prayer to whatever God was up there, to save the Psi in their hour of need. For Magnus and those around him were not ordinary humans. They were in fact, an offshoot of the human race. A magical race, one which was born in the very vein of magic itself. Everyone could sue spells, and they were the adepts of it from birth. Human in appearance, often with unusual skin, hair or eye colour. Magnus himself had fiery red hair, which was cropped short. His skin was bronzed, and he looked weary, if healthy.

The message came to The Hyralian Knights, a group of knights-spellcasters that takes up jobs for the high counsellor. At first the knights were a gang of theives that stole from the nobles at the city of The High Counsell. The counsell thought if we cant catch the theives we mind as well use it to our advantage.

Knarf, the leader of the Hyralian Knights, received the letter in the morning. He read the letter in deep thought. After the message there was a note from the high counsell asking them to move in to protect the camp from diablo's demons. A lot of supplies and weapons came with the message. They were to deliver these things to the camps.

That night the 50 knights set out for the sunken nation. It would not be too long or too hard of a march but no one can tell how hard the fight would be.

(OOC THERE ARE NO DAMN DEMONS! I have the reason why the island sunk. There are no demons! And Almighty Monkeys, I am not allowing you in this rp)

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OOC: I'll just RP it as my Mages Think It's a demon :wink:

(OOC Ah I see. Thats alright then. Carry on then, come on down. I will offer descriptions etc)