NationStates Jolt Archive

*has his attendents, previously unseen in these halls, take the body away with instructions for preparing it for his fetter-binding ritual, using coded handsigns for the entirety of his instructions*

Royal Guard Grania: "Fortunately, Messenger Bailey's body is laced with trace amounts of lead. The radiation cannot possibly harm him. As for the rest of us, we're either already dead or immune for various reasons."

"Ok, I'm glad that's settled, please allow us some time to duplicate it's powers. The rites are taking place as we speak, and you may keep your reward. It has been nice doing business with you, and as a gesture of my thanks... try some free spring water, directly from our glades."

Deoq pours two glasses, one for himself, which he starts sipping, and one for the Messenger.

*speaks aloud to no one in particular*

I had heard some talk of a stolen item being returned... what a wonder... how long shall we wait until such a miracle actually takes place?

*walks over to Mr. Bailey and leans in, speaking low*

With all due concern with the question of whether or not your hatware is returned in a timely manner, I must convey to your Master the Sheriff that as a patron of Elysium, I have bound myself by my honour to respect her ideals. Further it is our Sheriff's duty to ensure that those who violate those ideals within these halls are removed, and I consider it an insult of the gravest magnitude, having submitted myself to certain promises, that those who hold their own such promises and their own honour as nothing are allowed to continue here in my presence, and in the presence of others here who do regard well their own word. In fact, as I and all of us have vested our own safety in the social contract made up of these mutually binding oaths, this matter is of the gravest import.

I trust that your Master wishes himself to be a creature of honour as well, and so I hope that he will take measures to remove yonder stain from our company, hat or no hat, as is his duty.

Messenger Bailey blinks, not sure if he understands. Then he makes an announcement:

"The hat will be returned as it was within the day, or the Jeweled Skull will be banned from Elysium."

He politely declines to drink the spring water.

<<In other words, in your next post, boyo!>>

*patiently waits for fresh reserves of bloodwyne to be brought out and served, taking one of the glasses the Grand Tsar watches the poor messenger's body be carted away*

Once again speaking to the Prime Minister, "My good sir, with the conclusion of the election for the office of Sherriff it seems now would be an excellent time to continue with electing other positions as well...such as a primogen council including a seat representing our non-Kindred minority" Dirsko loudly stresses the word minority while casting a look towards the Changeling.

*After a while FolcoBoffin goes out of his chambers, walks toward the billboard, puts a piece of paper on it and goes back to his chambers.*

The paper reads:

"Proposition #3
The Coucil of Primogen

Art. 1 - Overview
This proposition would establish a coucil of primogen to oversee the
activities of the Vampire Forumites Region. It's role would be to advise
the different heads of states as to what actions should be taken as
a region. (for example: war) The coucil would meet regularily to discuss
motions presented to it.

Art. 2 - Composition of Coucil
The coucil would consist of 4 members, each with his area of expertise.
The 4 members would be:
Primogen of Trade
Primogen of Regional Defense
Primogen of Health
Primogen of Information

Art. 3 - Meeting
The coucil will meet regularily to discuss motions presented to it. Those
meeting will be held behind close door.
The Minister of non-kindred affairs and the UN Delegate has the right to
attend meetings and has the same rights as any primogen except that he
has not vote.
The Sherriff has the right to attend meetings but must be granted
permission before speaking before the coucil.
Any head of state may attend a meeting if he has been formally invited by a
member of the council.

Art. 4 - Weight of Coucil
All decisions made by the Primogen Council requires a majority vote to take
effect. (Yes, this means a 3-1 or 4-0 vote) Those decisions are legally
binding to every nations in the region. If a nation doesn't wish to submit to the decision of the Primogen Coucil, he must notify both the coucil and the
sherriff. The sherriff shall act as an arbiter in conflict between a nation and
the council.

Art. 5 - Motions
Any region who wish put a motion before the Primogen Council must recieve
the endorsement of the primogen affiliated with the kind of complaint (ex.:
Defense for a declaration of war) or 2 primogen. The Minister of non-kindred affairs can put a motion without the endorsement of a primogen.
Once a motion is put before the coucil, it will be examined at the next
council meeting and can be approoved, rejected or sent back to the nation
for clarification.

Art. 6 - Eligibility
Every member of a nation in the Vampire Forumites Region is eligible to the
primogen council.
A nation may not have more than one member on the primogen coucil.
The sherriff may not be a member of the primogen council.

Art. 7 - Disputing A Ruling
If a dispute arises between a nation and the primogen coucil, a tribunal will
be held to judge the matter. The Judge will be the Sherriff.
A nation or the primogen coucil may appeal the decision of the Sherriff. To
do so, the nation or coucil must have the endorsement of 1/5 of the nations
in the regions, with a minimun of 3. If a ruling is appealed, it will be put to a
referendum of all the nations of the Region. The decision of the referendum
is final.

Art. 8 - Removing a Primogen
A Primogen may step down at any time.
Every nation may force a motion to remove a primogen with the following
requirement: The motion must have the endorsement of 1/5 of the nations in
the regions, with a minimun of 3 or the endorsement of all the other
primogens.

Proposition sponsored by: East Canuck
Co-Sponsors: Asmadonia
Dementate
Rippoli
"

(OOC: You may sign the proposition. If there is enough co-sponsor we will do it.)

Deoq turns to Druthulhu,

"Are you -still- following me around? If you will kindly refrain from kissing the sherriff's ass while I am trying to hold a conversation with him it would be most appreciated."

To the Messenger,

"Of course, the ritual is already completed as we speak, and as a gesture of our apology, we have provided a feather for you that will negate the effects of its radiation, use it or not, it's up to you."

As Deoq stops speaking, two boggans (or Hobbits for those of you who know absolutely nothing at all about changeling) appear just out the door, one carrying the hat on a velvet cushion, and the other a feather, on a cushion of light-blue silk. Just as they are about to enter, what looks like a long eared freak with very dodgy stage makeup screams in rage, and delivers a flying kick to the boggan carrying the feather.

"I made it! I should present it!"

he shouts. Anyone looking at Deoq would notice that he is covering his face out of embarrasment for his courtier. The angry Nocker dusts himself off, picks up the feather and cushion, stepping on the stunned boggan lying on the floor on his way, and proceeds towards the Messenger Bailey. The other boggan and the nocker present the two cushions to the Ambassador.

*looks at Deoq, as he is addressed, as if a cockroach had crawled across his dinner's neck*

A mostly sober God-King rises to his feet and makes his way across the room to Prime Minister FolcoBoffin. He ignores the Changelings, going so far as to step over the prone Boggan.

When he reaches the Prime Minister, he says, "We wholeheartedly support this proposition. If you still need a co-sponsor, we will gladly lend our nation's name to it. One question though, how frequently will Primogen be chosen? Or, will this be a 'permanent' selection?" Gregor makes air quotes with his fingers as he says "permanent."

"Oh, and Asmadonia would like to be considered for the Primogen of Information."

"Well, God-King, thank you for your endorsement. About the point you raise: I didn't really thought about the lenght of the primogen appointment. I figured it would be permanent but I'm open to discussion. This is a work in progress. My proposition is adaptable to the needs of the other nations.

I will give you my support when you run for Primogen of Information, but I'm afraid we're not quite there yet. Incidently, I'll probably be runnig for the Primogen of Trade if the prposition is accepted."

Dirsko Anisimov nods in approval to Folco Boffin as he posts the proposition. He reads it over in detail and signs the proposition near the bottom. He turns to everyone in attendance and announces, "In recognition of the God-King's self nomination for the Primogen of Information, let it be known to all here that I would like to nominate myself for the Primogen of Trade. Just look at Dementate's cheese exports! It is clear I am well qualified for this responisibility."

Smiling, Dirsko walks away and returns to his private chamber to take a brief rest.

Messenger Bailey takes his hat and places it on his shaggy head, running his fingers along the brim happily.

Royal Guard Grania takes the feather and places it in a briefcase for further examination.

The darkness merely shifted, wanting no part in a Primogen council. It's lust for power was currently sated.

The Nocker starts to follow Royal Guard Grania around, explaining to him exactly how his device works. Deoq sighs and motions to two Trolls (big blue guys with horns who beat the crap out of things -honestly-) to escort him away.

"There, that's sorted, I thank you for your service to our kind."
Deoq says, with a low, sweeping bow. He then turns and walks towards the doors to his private quarters, with all his business finished, he may as well brush up on the traditions of Elysium.

*stands between Deoq and the door to his chambers*

Now that you have, belatedly and begrudinging as it may be, restored your honour, shall we revisit the matter of your challenge?

Kain recieved the message.....very late. It was suprising that he had recieved it at all, considering the state of his nation. He looked at the letter, and read it quickly.

Within the abandoned library, Kain wrote a reply, however late it might be. The script was flourishing and neat, written in black ink from Kain's silver rune incrusted pen which he kept for when he needed to write.

"To whom it may concern,

I would wish wholeheartedly that I could join if you would allow me at this late time. My apologies for informing you so late, my affairs have been many and complicated within my nation, for it is being rebuilt and reformed in a manner of speaking. If I would be granted the honor, I would wish to join you.

Yours in waiting,

Kain Shentavo."


The letter, once written was sealed with the Shentavo clan symbol, the heart with a sword within it. The wax was crimson, and it formed a magical seal which only the host could open.

And then, the letter faded from view....to be teleported in a few minutes to the host. In the mean time, Kain decided to change into his more formal dress....

Disappointed by the closure of the tainting investigation, the Grand Commander turns his attention back to Elysium in general. With the proposal of Primogen positions, Rip speaks up following Asmadi and Anisimov.

"Yes, I concur; the formation of a Primogen council would be a prudent measure. I would also like to add my voice to the concern raised by my esteemed peers regarding the length of reign." He pauses to draw in his audience.

"Whereas some might find 'terms of office' too mortal in nature, I would rather
submit a motion for removal of a council member who is deemed unfit to hold the post. Thus, only when the time arose to censure a Primogen member would it become necessary to undertake a democratic vote. Why mire ourselves in base kine politics, barring an established method of keeping the power-mad from forever corrupting the council?"

With his motion made, the Grand Commander steps back, yielding the floor to whomever may desire.

"To answer the concern of my esteemed kindred of Rippoli; I'd like to point to the article 8 that basically explain what Rip wants unless didn't undrestand his point."

*As soon as FolcoBoffin has finished talking that a letter appears in his hands. Frowning, he examines it and then tear it open. When he has read the content, he asksa out loud*

"Is anyone familiar with the Nation of Reformed Velmora? Apparently They want to join us."

Kain, now fully dressed in his white suit and crimson tie, was ready. He simply needed an answer....he knew by now the letter would have been read, and he sent a telepathic message to the host.

May I join you in person?

Kain's deep voice politely asked.

*outside Elysium can be heard the faint, distant sound of gunshot reports and wolf-like howls of rage*

The Grand Commander takes a closer look at the Prime Minister's resolution, a splash of embarassment crossing his face briefly.

"My apologies. I am afraid I misread the article to mean the voluntary step-down of a council member. I withdraw my motion, satisfied with the provisions listed within the accord; although I will reiterate my contention against any term limits."

Dirsko sits in his private chamber, his shirt off with clean dressings covering an area of his side. He reads through the local newspaper, looking for events of interest.

The voice returns, "Are you sure now is the best time to take a break? Especially when a nation is asking permission to enter the region?"

Dirsko growls his response, "I'll take a break when I damn well please!" He ruffles the newspaper in agitation as if to drown out any further conversation.

The voice doesn't respond, the point already been made. Dirsko flips to the comics for a quick laugh, stands and proceeds to put back on the rest of his clothes. Making some adjustments to his suit for comfort, he opens the door to his room and rejoins the assembly.

"Reformed Velmora? The name does not ring a bell. But we do have an open door policy for all, as long as they follow the rules of Elysium." The God-King shoots a dirty look at Deoq. "Besides, it would give us a chance to find out about them if they were here."

*Prime Minister looks pensive. Those with auspex can see that this is a defense mechanism to hide his panic at hearing voices*

"Hum... well... yes. I mean, yes, let him come. We shall se what he is made of. Courrier! Send a message to Kain Shentavo of Reformed Velmora that he is welcome to join us."

[[Royal Guard Grania is a chick, by the way. A hot one.]]

*the gunshots and howling stop abruptly. A half hour passes before a commotion can be heard outside the main doors of Elysium. Several booming knocks on the large doors echo through the halls*

The God-King turns to look at the door.

"Daxiang baozhaxing de laduzi! What is it now?"

*very loudly effects an annoyingly shrill falsetto*

Who is it?

Deoq laughs out loud at Druthulhu.
"Yeah, and you say -I- am dishonourable."
He then turns away, and walks to a point where a better view of the doors may be had. He prepares a glass of spring water for the new guest, all the better to see me with.;)

(OOC: <<[[Royal Guard Grania is a chick, by the way. A hot one.]]>> Really? I always imagined her as a bloke.)

*Prime Minister Folco Boffin goes to the front door.*

"I'll see who is it."

*Folco then goes outside.
Snarls are heard.
You can hear Folco trying to talk.
A howl cuts him off.
A sword is drawn.
Sounds of a brawl are heard.
Then silence...*

*A minute later, the door handle turns slowly.
Everyone in the Elysium gasp.
Folco Boffin enters, wounded.*

"A werewolf. I took care of it but I'm afraid I saw others coming this way.
I need to lie down. Come get me when they're at the door."

Deoq looks around nervously and drinks the water in one gulp.

The Elected Regent of Nag Ehgoeg, Andreas Malfisto Emmanulas (ERA), would like to publicly state that he is not a Cainite... despite being several hundred years old.... and consulting with the formour region of Vampire... and the formor revenant nation of Dictatorship n Strife.#

OOC: Looking forward to the Requim!

*more snarls are heard from outside, the doors of Elysium open and in walks a tall man, broad of shoulders and of muscular build. His facial features are rough yet aristocratic. He brushes aside some stray dark hair that has fallen across his face and sizes up the leaders in Elysium, staring intently at each of them with brown eyes. His clothes are regal, though torn in several places. Behind him on either side stand two large wolves that he dismisses with a wave of his hand. They depart, dragging away a fallen comrade. The man steps into Elysium, arms outstretched to display he carries no weapons.*

"Greetings, and pardon my intrusion but it is my understanding that all are welcome, no?"

Deoq grins broadly and approaches the were-wolf.

"That is what I have found in my dealings with these vampires, yes."
Deoq bows and introduces himself,
"I am High Lord Deoq of the Changeling House of the Jeweled Skull. Here, you look like you could do with a drink. Be prepared for your vision to shift though, it allows you to perceive Changelings in their true forms."
Deoq pours a drink for the were-wolf and hands it to him. He then pours one for himself and takes a gulp from it. The very perceptive may notice that his jug has produced more water than its size would normally allow for.
"Good stuff, believe me:D. I suggest you read a copy of the rules of this... Elysium, so that they don't have an excuse to try and evict you. Ah, but I almost forgot, do you have an invite, they won't allow you to stay without one."

The SOI-bot scans the latest newcomer.

"Great, a werewolf!" The SOI-bot mutters to himself. "I knew I should have packed some silver bullets."

His Most Dread Excellency slowly moves through the crowd towards Deoq and the newcomer.

Royal Guard Grania approaches the Werewolf delegation, one hand on her sidearm.

"Welcome to Elysium. While this is traditionally a Vampire-only meeting place, it seems these days any creature is allowed in. Abide by the rules and you will be safe from all harm."

Messenger Bailey, on the other hand, quietly hides behind a robot.

The SOI-bot is half-way across the room when he feels a presence behind him. He stops suddenly, then turns his head to look over his shoulder.

"Messenger Bailey, a bit close are we not?"

The SOI-bot turns his head back to the cluster of leaders at the doorway, and continues walking in that direction.

"Yes, rules. Perhaps I could see a copy of these rules as I have no desire to give you reason to draw your weapon." Taking a drink from the glass handed to him by the Changeling, he continues "Allow me to introduce myself. In my homeland I am known as Makes Mountains Bleed. Here, you may call me Strom Eberhard."

Politely, Strom closes the doors of Elysium behind him and proceeds to introduce himself to each individual present.

The Grand Commander of Rippoli eyes the stranger warily from a distance, unsure what to make of his presense, yet expecting trouble all the same.

"First it was robots, then fae, now lupines?" he muses quietly. "Speaking of robots, where..." The thought trails off as he spies the SOI-Bot making its way toward the visitor.

"Ni ben, feng le de yi dui fei wu!" Ripplepoint mutters the curse below his breath before moving into step briefly with the automaton. In a directed & whispered tone, he addresses it in passing. "Gen bu gou bi diu shi, dong ma?"
Rip continues onward, arriving at the gathering by the door just in time to hear the newcomer identify himself; he politely awaits his turn for introductions...

As the were-wolf drinks the water, he feels slightly groggy, but being a were-wolf this soon subsides, the changeling's ears lengthen, and his plain suit is replaced by magnificent robes of red, lined with fur. His hair turns silvery-blue grows slightly longer, just coming down to his eyes, which become the same shade as his hair. As Strom leaves, Deoq makes his way to his private quarters to finally look over those rules.

*While Strom Eberhard makes his introduction with the other occupants of the room, Folco Boffin emerges from downstairs with a brand new blue business suit clutchin an abriged copy of the Elysium rules. He waits patiently for the werewolf to come to him. Anyone bothering to look closely at him can discern a simmering hatred in Folco's eyes behind his cold resolve.*

The soft spoken and non-descript Mercenary King approaches Messenger Bailey.

"As our Sheriff's representitive, please. Good Messenger, tell us whether or not he has determined to decommission the Shirt Ninja Elysium Protection Division? Our sworn and dedicated stand ready for his word, to vacate their posts or to continue to serve under his leadership."

He looks aside at the spectacle that distracts poor Bailey's attention so, the hugh behemoth of a "man" who makes his introductory rounds of the wary vampires, his own acute senses (he appears to those with the Sight, in whatever form appropriate to their species, to be but a ghoul, revenent or somesuch) revealing the bright strong and dynamic radiance of Strom's aura.

"Of course, a cadre of my finest elite honor-bound mercenaries equiped with weapons of wood, flame, cold iron, silver and lead can continue to stand guard against all who would pass through these doors uninvited, or violate our peace with combat, to suppliment our Sheriff's own capabilities at the most modest of prices - our expenses in training such units prorated over the duration of their service here in its ratio to a standard tour of duty."

The eminently forgetable face lights up ever so briefly with some minor yet Awe-inspiring power, catching Bailey's eyes and directing his gaze upwards to the rafters where a dark figure can be barely discerned moving silently to keep position over the newcomer.

Sensing the prevailing mood of wariness and distrust, Strom does his best to put others at ease. Having done his research well before arriving, he salutes Royal Guard Grania in a manner worthy of her rank.

Next, he briskly walks to the SOI-Bot and Messenger Bailey, shaking their hands with a firm (perhaps too firm) handshake. With a warm smile, he turns to greet the Grand Commander with his outstretched hand. Over the Grand Commander's shoulder, Strom can see Folco Boffin approaching. Giving him a nod of recognition, Strom walks forward to greet him.

Before Folco can speak, Strom says, "I believe an apology is order. My escorts and I encountered some...difficulty...at a checkpoint near the edge of the city. Understandable considering the circumstances, a pack of Garou travelling to meet with a gathering of vampire elders?" Strom gives a hearty laugh. "Seeing as how we both suffered some casualties, I hope we can put this misunderstanding behind us."

The God-King, seeing nearly everyone moving towards the newcomer, decides to do so as well. He stands a bit away from the rest of the group however, and after a brief introduction to Mr. Eberhard, he backs off to keep a wary eye on Deoq, Eberhard, and The SOI-bot.

"They weren't lying," Gregor whispers, "when they said cross-overs aren't easy."

After greeting Strom Eberhard, The SOI-bot turns to the Grand Commander of Rippoli.

"I am sorry, sir, but I did not understand you before. I am afraid I do not speak gibberish."

While waiting for a reply, The SOI-bot continues his scan of the werewolf, filing away his findings for later use.

"This is most interesting" murmurs the Grand Tsar to himself. Having stepped from his room, he is just in time to see the events of the newcomer's arrival at the front doors. Using some minor powers of Obfuscate, he remains in the shadows not far from the door to his chamber.

"I wonder how the other Cainites will view the growing number of non-kindred in the region?" whispers a voice near the Grand Tsar's ear.

Dirsko slowly nods in agreement...

Deoq wanders back out of his room, having grown bored after reading the first page of the rules. He grabs a glass of champagne from a tray and leans against the wall, waiting for Strom Eberhard to finish introducing himself, as he sips the champagne, his face contorts, and he spits it out. He clicks his fingers and Boris the Sluagh steps out from the shadows.

"Boris, take a look at this for me will you?"
Boris takes the champagne in his gnarled fingers, and sniffs it. The substance swirls and it stops bubbling briefly. He gulps and grows even paler.
"Fir, Poppy and Snapdragon. From an enchanted glade."
Deoq grows pale also, and hurriedly raises a ring to his face, the emerald in the ring folds outwards, with a tiny shard rising into the air, looking rather like a lily on the ring. Deoq speaks into it, and his voice booms around the hall, as if he were speaking into a microphone.

"It has come to my attention that these drinks have been tampered with. They contain Fir, Poppy and Snapdragon, all from an enchanted glade. The Fir affects time, the Poppy affects sleep, and the Snapdragon affects deception. These combine to put any drinker into a coma that may last for up to a century, even vampires will succumb eventually, with the Snapdragon hiding the rest of the mix somewhat. But, being immortal, the coma wouldn't be so much of a problem as for other races. This is undoubtedly the work of the Shadow Court. Yes Changelings have poisoned the drinks. But not us! Oh no, the Shadow Court wish to bring down our government. Please, I urge you not to be alarmed, we just need to get some more drinks."

Before Folco can speak, Strom says, "I believe an apology is order. My escorts and I encountered some...difficulty...at a checkpoint near the edge of the city. Understandable considering the circumstances, a pack of Garou travelling to meet with a gathering of vampire elders?" Strom gives a hearty laugh. "Seeing as how we both suffered some casualties, I hope we can put this misunderstanding behind us."
*Folco Boffin, stone faced, meet the newcomer with calculated friendliness*

"Of course, my good man-beast, we will forget this little incident. You have my word that no harm will come to you while you are in these halls as long as you follow the Elysium rules. As such, I took the liberty to pick up an abriged version of the rules that I will let you peruse at your leisure."

*hands Strom the rules*

"Basically, it states that you should not harm anybody and that you should not use any discipline/gifts/magicks/fetters/sub-routine in these halls. I will let you go on with your greetings, now."

*Folco then walks downstairs to look at the new evidences on the case for the poisonned drinks.*

*steps forward slightly as Strom comes to him, smiling warmly and shaking his hand with a firm potent grip, reciting the warrior's deeds and lineage knowledgably*

You should be aware, my friend, that some here *eyes not-so-subtley shifting to Deoq* do not take the honour of our invitations to this place nor our submission to the terms of this meeting-ground as gravely as we of the Olde Clan or as honourable warriors such as yourself do, but we can rest partially assured in the reliablility of our Sheriff to respond appropriately to those who take liberties with our trust. *grins, drawing his hand langourously beneath his nose to take mark of Strom's scent* Or so we are sworn to take solace in.

[ ooc: what is his tribe? S.F.? ]

Strom makes no attempt to hide his great pride in hearing his deeds and lineage recited. Speaking to Druthulhu, "While here in Elysium I imagine I will find out for myself who has an abundance of honor and who is lacking. It will take some time to get to know those in attendance, though I am interested in knowing your opinion on some of the leaders and dignitaries here."

A passing servant offers Strom a glass of bloodwyne. He wrinkles his nose in distaste and shoos the servant away with an arrogant wave of his hand.

*beckons the servent back for a moment, looking to Strom*

Ale? ...or perhaps meade? *sends the servent away pending Strom's preference* Be sure it is from the replacement stock, please.

Apparently some person or persons with knowledge of Fae cantrips has been spiking the drinks, first with an enchanted water suspiciously identical to that which Mr. Deoq offered you upon your arrival - apparently nothing more than enchantment used to convey the fae perspective on reality to non-changelings - since the secretive pollution was discovered he has been passing it around openly. He has also recently claimed hat some "other" changeling has poisoned the drinks with a coma-inducing poison, perhaps one of the many not associated with him who are consequently not present in these halls. *chuckles* Of course, this has totally shifted suspicion from himself, who despite his history here of lying and theft, must be wholey above suspicion. Aside from these things, I do have opinions of others, but in fairness and the presumption of their honourability I feel it would be best to leave you to form your own.

*represses his urge to drink from a passing wench out of sensitivity to Strom's obvious distaste for certain vampiric practices*

At any rate, new drinks are on the way if not here already. And we have a new Sheriff, as well as a cadre of ninja, also honour-bound to protect and uphold the Traditions of these Halls, whom Prime Minister Folco Boffin and myself did commission, and who were personally screened by myself, prior to our Sheriff, Mr. Poor's, election, and as yet our Sheriff has made no ruling upon their decommission or continued service. As I understand the Mercenary King of the Lesser Evil who has provided them has tendered an offer for their continued services.

These ninja tell me, having been on guard over the old shipment of drinks subsequent to removal of the older shipment of drinks, that none have come near enough to tamper with them... nor could have come in an unseen state...

*steps to where Deoq spit out his drink and takes a little of that spit on his fingertip, smelling it* *

Do your senses detect any presence of fir, poppy or snapdragon, my friend?



[ ooc: and are these ingredients indeed present, Mr. Jewelled Skull? :) ]

[ooc: Yup, they sure are Dru]

Deoq walks over towards Dru and Strom, having heard the conversation from a reasonable way away (Those pointy ears are useful for something).

"I would like to point out that the drinks were NOT spiked with fae water, but merely enchanted. Fae water, if not drunk too quickly, merely restores glamour, and enchants the mundane.

Also, it would be rediculously easy for a Changeling to gain access to this place. I could, if I wanted, vanish and reappear instantly in my homeland.

I'm not quite sure where the lying part came from, but the theft is the misinterpritation of a misunderstanding between me, and the good Messenger Bailey.

Is it not strange, that after twisting all of these events against me, that Druthulhu has abstained from commenting on the others to preserve his honour?

We as non-Kindred should look out for each-other. Sure they're all nice in the beginning, but soon they make it clear to you that they don't want you there, unless you just lay down, and take all the crap they dish out.

Druthulhu alone has been looking for an excuse to have me kicked out ever since I arrived. I suggest you watch out for him, that's all."

With that, Deoq takes A jug from inside his robes, pouring himself a glass of fae water, and sipping it, he offers the jug to Strom.

Strom listens intently to Druthulhu, but refuses any refreshment offers from the servants that contain alcohol. When Deoq steps over and gives his two cents worth, Strom takes a step back so as not to feel caught in the middle of the exchange. He appears to be analyzing the amount of tension between the changeling and the elder vampire. He accepts the jug offered by the changeling, but eyes Druthulhu expecting a retort to Deoq's statements...

His Most Dread Excellency The SOI-bot walks over to Deoq. Before Druthulhu has a chance to respond to the changeling's latest round of baiting, The SOI-bot says, "I wanted to take this opportunity to congratulate you on getting the Council of Non-Kindred Affairs off the ground, as well as on your being chosen to act as its representative."

The SOI-bot then steps back, far enough away so that Druthulhu doesn't feel as if he is suddenly surrounded by non-Kindred (even though he is).

*smiles politely at the SOI-bot, showing no sign at all of feeling threatened, then turns to speak to the honourless fae*

Firstly, you snatched Minister Bailey's hat right off of his head after befuddling him with magic... secondly calling this a misunderstanding is a lie, as your victim said nothing that could possibly be interpreted as consent, nor in his state of mind, imposed by you, was he able to resist or even realize your theft. Thirdly, tampering and adding too drinks in Elysium, without the drinkers' consent or knowledge, is a grave offence, whether with material substance or metaphysical. Fourth this notion that all fae have the power to teleport is certainly a novel idea. By all means we should erect wards against such offences, and death to any and all who attempt such an invasion.

*turns to go, pausing first*

Finally, none present have given me any reason to doubt their honour, other than yourself.

*walks off*

As Druthulhu is walking away, Deoq turns to Strom,

"Is it not strange how the vampires are allowed to use their powers, known as 'Disciplines.' For example, the God-King Asmadi, his eyes turned red and claws sprouted from his fingers, surely a breach of all those rules saying 'No Disciplines' that I have apparently flouted. I must stress however, that the Messenger's mind was under no influence other than the presence of two Satyrs. Surely that isn't against the rules as well? I would also think that most people would rather see me as I am, and I would like to stress that the enchantment has absolutely no effect on people apart from the True Sight."

Deoq sips his drink and turns to the SOI-bot

"The council of non-Kindred affairs is a great step for the entire non-Kindred population. I, as it's representative, will be sure to campaign for greater human... err... civil rights for our populaces."

[ ooc: and of course as anyone with sufficient Changeling Lore knows, satyrs possess the supernatural power to lower the inhibitions of those that they interact with ...

[ and it should also be noted that Mr. Boffin is obviously a racist, when comparing his description of the rules to Druthulhu (no violence, spying, assassinations, stealing) to his description to Strom (added no powers). Myself, I have no problem with telepathy, hightened senses, sidestepping, and any of various powers that do not attack anyone, or are not used to aid an attack ... including theft, mind control, emotional manipulation (other than mundane), etc. ...but I am not the Keeper of Elysium.

[ also he did specifically point out that "discipline" and "cantrip" are interchangeable when he talked to Deoq, but did not specifically say that all cantrips were forbidden. ]



*moves about the room engaging in idle conversation and asking here and there if anyone knows what has become of Heirophant Jahred*

Royal Guard Grania addresses those assembled:

"Let it be known that Messenger Bailey is currently on vacation. He has decided he has several sexual issues he must work through, and has decided the best place to do this is in the beautiful nation of the Dictatorship of Thanatovia, in the beautiful region of Mundis Falcis.

"Further, His Most Holy Emperor Poor wishes to put forth the idea of a complete ban on all use of Disciplines, Faerie magic, Lupine uh, powers, et cetera. He feels it will level the playing field nicely and keep us all, heh, honest."

The now-nearly-sober God-King joins in the conversation.

"Deoq, while it is true that I engaged one of the powers of the Blood, it was not intentional. I was provoked [the God-King shoots a murderous glance at The SOI-bot] and momentarily lost my temper. I apologized for the incident, and I shall do everything in my power to refrain from doing so again. Especially if a certain wufa rongren de dui shuyu shengxiu lashi manages to behave itself [again the God-King glares at The SOI-bot]."

The God-King moves away from the group after Druthulhu, as he too is interested in the whereabouts of the Hierophant.

(OOC: Druthulhu, you are correct, Satyrs can influence the mind with their powers. BUT ONLY WHEN PLAYING AN INSTRUMENT AND/OR SINGING.)

"Yes, I should hope so, it's very strange that I am accused of 'Influencing the Messenger's mind', when two satyrs start err... petting him, for want of a word. While these vampires can do whatever the hell they want, and as long as they start making noises about how they were provoked, and how they'll never do it again as long as they live (live?), they're forgiven."

Deoq says this rather loudly so that the retreating God-King can hear. Then he says more quietly:

"I think this calls for a meeting of the council for non-Kindred affairs. To the fae-cave!!!"

*speaks aloud in response to Grania's announcement*

I see no need to forbid cantrips, diciplines, gifts and the like altogether. Aggressive and deceitful actions... assassinations, brawling, spying, theft and the like are forbidden without regard for whether they are accomplished or attempted by supernatural or mundane means. We should not require a restriction of previously enjoyed liberties in response to the possibility of a few lawless individuals going farther than those liberties allow.

*pauses to receive a glass of bloodwyne from a newly delivered case well guarded by ninja*

I for one have no problem with Mr. Deoq passing around his enchanted spring water, as long as he does so openly and with consent.



[ ooc: "Singing, music and dance can be used to stir fae and mortals alike to the heights of carnal passion."

Perhaps it is a leap, but sensual carressing could be interpreted as a form of dance... But more to the point: "godmoding", declaring your own attacks successful in a free form online roleplay, is rather gauche. Declaring that Mr. Bailey was too enraptured to move was in effect declaring that his free will had been somehow overcome. ]

[OOC: Yeah, I've had that complaint before. Sorry about that, the only excuse I can give is that I'd waited a day and was extremely bored.

But hey, it's led to all this interesting debate.


That is indeed a leep, and on the verge of ridiculous.;)]

[ ooc: well since your stated action for them was basically that they carressed him sensually to the point that he was unable to react to the theft of his most treasured possession, I would say it's not that much of a leap at all ;) ]

[ now post IC? ;) ]

(OOC: I would, but I'm waiting for replies from the SOI-bot and the Western Concordiat.:D)

"The Fae cave?" The SOI-bot asks Deoq. "Could we not just use one of the private rooms down the hall?"

Strom Eberhard remains quiet, paying close attention to the details of the conversations around him. He watches Druthulhu and Asmadi walk away, so he turns to Deoq.

"This talk of "disciplines" and forbiding their usage, how exactly would this apply to myself? And..uh..I wasn't aware there was a cave in here."

[ ooc: no disciplines means you're not allowed to spank your slaves in Elysium, I think... ;) ]

[ooc: lol Dru :D]

"That means no Gifts, sorry, and as for the cave..."

Deoq taps his nose knowingly and leads them to the door that -should- lead to his private quarters. He looks around to make sure no-one is looking, and opens the door. An enormous grotto welcomes them, with glowing orbs suspended from the ceiling by... nothing. Nevers (tinkerbell-style sprites) flit around the halls, coming to rest on some weird mushrooms that glow green, then flitting off again.

"-This- is the Fae-cave. It's decorated chimerically, waddya think?"

As they walk into the grotto, they notice the noise of a waterfall, and as they round a corner, they find it, with selkies splashing in the pools below.

"Don't worry, no cantrips here folks! It's amazing what 1 Nocker and some very frightened Boggans can do. :D"

The Grand Commander, upon seeing the split of the once-gathered members, moves quickly to catch up to Asmadi & Druthulhu. Once assured he will not be overheard by anyone other than the two, he addresses them in a hushed conspiratorial tone.

"Gentlemen, am I the only one gravely concerned about this council for *non-Kindred* affairs? Seems an awful grant of power to these... outsiders."

And just what powers are those? A fancy title to keep them happy and nothing more that I am aware of.

[ ooc: since I am bored, I am posting this to encourage all here to state for the record their Sect, Clan &/or Bloodline, Tribe & Auspice, Kith Court and House, etc. ]

[ I start: Olde Clan Tzimisce, former Gonite and still sympathetic, Tal-Mahe-Ra, Conspiracy of the Red Sign - the latter two are not open knowledge. ]

[ ooc: since I am bored, I am posting this to encourage all here to state for the record their Sect, Clan &/or Bloodline, Tribe & Auspice, Kith Court and House, etc. ]

[ooc: I am a camarilla ventrue of 8th generation, not member of any special affiliation. I am the backbone of our society :) ]~

Moves towards Druthulhu and the rest.

"Rippoli, don't worry about their power. We let them do their little society and give them token names and they don't bother us when it comes to the real issues.

Speaking of which, I'd like to remind everyone of my proposition for a primogen coucil wich can be looked on the board over there (and 3-4 pages up).

Also, let it be known that, under Elysium rules, all kind of powers, be it discipline, gift or cantrips are banned. However, I am pretty leenient when it comes to this rules. As long as it doesn't disrupt the proccedings, I don't mind.

*lowers voice* also, I must admit I am racist. I just don't stand lupines. The furries are the worse thing that happened on earth since, well, ever."

*sips bloodwyne from the new batch*

"Also, the results on the spiked drinks should be ready shortly."

[ ooc: since I am bored, I am posting this to encourage all here to state for the record their Sect, Clan &/or Bloodline, Tribe & Auspice, Kith Court and House, etc. ]

[ I start: Olde Clan Tzimisce, former Gonite and still sympathetic, Tal-Mahe-Ra, Conspiracy of the Red Sign - the latter two are not open knowledge. ]

OOC: I am a Seelie Sidhe of the Changeling House of the Jeweled Skull.
The one kith to rule them all! :D

[ooc: Gregor is an 8th generation Gangrel Autarkis, having spent time with the Camarilla, Sabbat, and the Tal'Mahe'Ra, though that last bit is not common knowledge.]

The God-King moves over to join the conversation between FolcoBoffin, Rip, and Druthulhu.

"I agree, the position is at best ceremonial at this point. I do worry however that they will try to make it into more than it is. As for the primogen proposition, I believe my feelings on that matter are well known."

Gregor waves away a waiter who offers him a glass of bloodwyne.

Dirsko remains close to the door to his private chambers, anyone nearby might hear him whispering but not to anyone in particular...he watches the group of Asmadi, Rippoli, Folco, and Druthulhu as they walk away from him and keeps track of the non-Kindred entering the Changelings chamber/cave.

{ooc: Dirsko Anisimov is 7th Generation Malkavian, Camarilla. Fortunately, haven't had to roleplay his derangement yet}

The SOI-bot follows Deoq into the private grotto.

"Well, is this not . . . interesting?"

The SOI-bot continues looking about the room, carefully scanning everything.

"So, now that the council is alone, what is it that you would like us to discuss?"


(OOC: The SOI-bot doesn't really conform to any denizen of the old World of Darkness. Or the new one for that matter. Blame the Gonites for my existence. :D )

Strom enters the "fae cave",blinking his eyes several times in wonder. He quickly regains his composure, and finds a smooth topped boulder ringed by mushrooms to sit upon.

"Quite amazing, but..uh, would not have been my first preference for a place to meet. Do we plan to discuss ways to seize power away from the cadavers for myse...uh, ourselves?"

Strom looks to the SOI-bot (still not sure what to think of this Weaver construct) and the Changeling, giving a nod that he is ready to begin.

{ooc: Strom Eberhard, Shadow Lord Philodox, belongs to the Bringers of Light camp but this is not common knowledge}

[[Messenger Bailey is a human. Royal Guard Grania is a human. Nobody's met the Emperor yet.]]

The Grand Commander continues with the topic at hand among the small quorum of fellow Kindred.

"I am merely voicing concern over giving these *others* even figurative power. 'Give them an inch, they'll take a mile.' as an old saying from my
nation goes. Bad enough to even have them in our hallowed halls, but now to
allow them this concession - it is rather worrisome to me." Ripplepoint takes a calculated pause, as he is wont to do.

"Perhaps it is time to select our Primogen Council, as suggested by the august Prime Minister from East Canuck. Make sure that we have a strong leadership in place, to keep things properly in check." He shoots a glance toward the doorway of the non-Kindred meeting chamber. "The sooner, the better."

((ooc: Rip is an 8th generation True Brujah, tentatively with the Camarilla))

"Yes," Gregor says, "my feelings exactly. A strong Primogen Council should be able to keep these zi xing qi shi de jiao xingui in their proper place: under our heels."

"Err... Ok, today we face a great crisis. The entire non-Kindred population of Vampire Forumites is downtrodden. Finally, we have won this much power. But wait! We can't even vote yet in the Primogen council. I reccomend we campaign for voting rights for non-Kindred! Or, that one of us campaign for a position as Primogen. Either should work."

Deoq says this while sitting on the floor, cooling his feet in the pools.

"Strom, have you read those rules? Are there any against demonstrating?"

A soft knocking can be heard from the Fae Cave's entrence, after which the soft polite voice of the Mercenary King of the Lesser Evil can be heard by those with keen hearing to be discussing his bona fides as a regional non-kindred ruler with the troll who guards the door.

[ The Mercenary King appears to all observations to be some sort of revenent or dhampir, and those who can see such things may have noted the presence of some sorts of patron spirits attending him. His Domain is noted by those in the know of such things to have in its upper classes a strong presence of the Rafastio and Obertus families, while vampirism is classed as a contagious blood disease and all who are afflicted by it are tracked closely. ]

Well, gentlement, It seems it's time to act upon my proposition. Note that there's still time to modify it. I'll give those who want to speak on it untill friday. Then we'll see how to go about nominating primogens. To make sure everyone knows what we're talking about, I'll state the proposition again.


Proposition #3
The Coucil of Primogen

Art. 1 - Overview
This proposition would establish a coucil of primogen to oversee the
activities of the Vampire Forumites Region. It's role would be to advise
the different heads of states as to what actions should be taken as
a region. (for example: war) The coucil would meet regularily to discuss
motions presented to it.

Art. 2 - Composition of Coucil
The coucil would consist of 4 members, each with his area of expertise.
The 4 members would be:
Primogen of Trade
Primogen of Regional Defense
Primogen of Health
Primogen of Information

Art. 3 - Meeting
The coucil will meet regularily to discuss motions presented to it. Those
meeting will be held behind close door.
The Minister of non-kindred affairs and the UN Delegate has the right to
attend meetings and has the same rights as any primogen except that he
has not vote.
The Sherriff has the right to attend meetings but must be granted
permission before speaking before the coucil.
Any head of state may attend a meeting if he has been formally invited by a
member of the council.

Art. 4 - Weight of Coucil
All decisions made by the Primogen Council requires a majority vote to take
effect. (Yes, this means a 3-1 or 4-0 vote) Those decisions are legally
binding to every nations in the region. If a nation doesn't wish to submit to the decision of the Primogen Coucil, he must notify both the coucil and the
sherriff. The sherriff shall act as an arbiter in conflict between a nation and
the council.

Art. 5 - Motions
Any region who wish put a motion before the Primogen Council must recieve
the endorsement of the primogen affiliated with the kind of complaint (ex.:
Defense for a declaration of war) or 2 primogen. The Minister of non-kindred affairs can put a motion without the endorsement of a primogen.
Once a motion is put before the coucil, it will be examined at the next
council meeting and can be approoved, rejected or sent back to the nation
for clarification.

Art. 6 - Eligibility
Every member of a nation in the Vampire Forumites Region is eligible to the
primogen council.
A nation may not have more than one member on the primogen coucil.
The sherriff may not be a member of the primogen council.

Art. 7 - Disputing A Ruling
If a dispute arises between a nation and the primogen coucil, a tribunal will
be held to judge the matter. The Judge will be the Sherriff.
A nation or the primogen coucil may appeal the decision of the Sherriff. To
do so, the nation or coucil must have the endorsement of 1/5 of the nations
in the regions, with a minimun of 3. If a ruling is appealed, it will be put to a
referendum of all the nations of the Region. The decision of the referendum
is final.

Art. 8 - Removing a Primogen
A Primogen may step down at any time.
Every nation may force a motion to remove a primogen with the following
requirement: The motion must have the endorsement of 1/5 of the nations in
the regions, with a minimun of 3 or the endorsement of all the other
primogens.

Proposition sponsored by: East Canuck
Co-Sponsors: Asmadonia
Dementate
Rippoli

*a writ of proposition, beautifully hand-written in eponymous vitae on a scroll of fine vellum, appears from no where next to the previously posted notices, to all examination looking like it was already there(*)*



To Folco Boffin, Keeper of Elysium and Prime Minister of East Canuck

Questions regarding your proposed Primogen Council Law:

Re: Article 6 -

As I understand it, only the Sheriff is prohibitted from Council membership. If the Minister of Non-Kindred Affairs is elected to a Council seat is he then required to vacate his original seat? By the same token the Sheriff could be allowed to run for a Council seat, but his election would require a new Sheriff race.

Re: Article 8 -

To test my understanding: as it stands if 6 nations were to call for the removal of a Primogen then a vote would be taken and if three or four of the four Primogen voted for removal the Primogen in question would be removed. But if there were to come a day when there were ten or fewer nations, and therefor fewer than three nations were needed to account for 20% of the region's nations, three of the four Primogen would have to support the motion for it to come to a vote. Do I understand this properly?

If I do it seems rather moot, as three of the four Primogen must be in favour of removal for the issue to "have legs" in the first place.

I would like to point out that a system of four votes is rather democratically unwieldy to begin with, as it takes all but one vote as a minimum to get anything done (barring declination to vote).

However looking at the size of our region it seems that with not many more positions could be made without creating an imbalance of Primogen. The existing inclusion of non-voting seats could be combined with various tie-breaking vote strategies, as well as augmented by inclusion of other such positions, such as the Keeper of Elysium and the U.N. Delegate.

Now on to a more radical suggestion of a modification of the offered terms:

The position of "Primogen of Defence" should be very carefully defined. Are we concerned with invasion or internicean warfare? And if the latter, of what business would it be for the Primogen Council to involve itself in regional conflict? However an influx of invader nations would have the same apparent manifestation as a regional conflict.

Far more to our regional needs to have a Primogen for Regional Defence, who would work in concert with the Primogen for Regional Intelligence to prevent and counter the possibility of invasion.

At the same time there could be a Primogen for Regional Law and Order who would govern purely regional issues of warfare, as well as mediating in extridition and other law enforcement treaties and coordinating efforts to fight international crime syndicates within the region.

This would give a base total of five votes which would remove the possibility of a tie except in the event of a withheld or absent vote.

I further suggest that in the event that a tied vote does arise, due to a withheld or absent vote, or what not, both the Minister for Non-Kindred Affairs and the Keeper of Elysium (a position which should always be held by a Kindred leader, in the event of anything unforseen beafalling our current Keeper) should be granted a vote. The balance between the Kindred and Non-Kindred interests may or may not result in a movement of the tied vote. In the event that they do not, I further suggest that the Sheriff be granted the single tie-breaking vote.

So in summery, I suggest five official Primogen Council positions, which will allow any vote with full Primogen participation to result in a majority position. Ties would only occur in the event of one (or three) Primogen failing to vote, and in such cases the Kindred and Non-Kindred representitives, the former being the Keeper of Elysium, would get a say in the matter, and if they were to divide along their natural Kindred/Non-Kindred lines, the Sheriff would have the deciding vote (albeit without the right to address the Council).

This I believe would satisfy our regional concerns better and in a way more condusive to the ideals of representative government.



- Lord Protector Druthulhu
of the Federated Protectorate of the Herds of Druthulhu



Addendum: I would also propose that the current U.N. Delegate be granted, if he is not also a regular Primogen Council member, a non-voting and perhaps non-speaking seat at meetings, as a Representitive of Global Relations. Since the purview of this seat would be entirely the interests of the world outside of our region, it would never include any voting rights.

I would also suggest that holders of the non-speaking positions, the Sheriff and perhaps the U.N. Delegate, be granted the right to address the Council by a majority vote.



* It was posted before the rules of non-hostile discipline use were clarified... WHAT Temporis conspiracy? ;)

[[Messenger Bailey is a human. Royal Guard Grania is a human. Nobody's met the Emperor yet.]]

[ he seems to have some... issues... ]

*a number of post-it notes appears on the note of Druthulhu*


To Folco Boffin, Keeper of Elysium and Prime Minister of East Canuck

Questions regarding your propsed Primogen Council Law:

Re: Article 6 -

As I understand it, only the Sheriff is prohibitted from Council membership. If the Minister of Non-Kindred Affairs is elected to a Council seat is he then required to vacate his original seat? By the same token the Sheriff could be allowed to run for a Council seat, but his election would require a new Sheriff race.


You are right, the Minister for non-kindred affairs will be banned from being elected. If the Sherrif want to run for a seat, he can but must abdicate one of his functions if he loses.


Re: Article 8 -

To test my understanding: as it stands if 6 nations were to call for the removal of a Primogen then a vote would be taken and if three or four of the four Primogen voted for removal the Primogen in question would be removed. But if there were to come a day when there were ten or fewer nations, and therefor fewer than three nations were needed to account for 20% of the region's nations, three of the four Primogen would have to support the motion for it to come to a vote. Do I understand this properly?

If I do it seems rather moot, as three of the four Primogen must be in favour of removal for the issue to "have legs" in the first place.

The 3 nations clause is a minimum. This means that if the region ever goes to being 10 nations, 20% would mean only 2 but it would need 3 nations to force the vote (without the requirement for primogen support). Therefore, it needs 3 of 20% of the nations whichever is higher.


I would like to point out that a system of four votes is rather democratically unwieldy to begin with, as it takes all but one vote as a minimum to get anything done (barring declination to vote).

However looking at the size of our region it seems that with not many more positions could be made without creating an imbalance of Primogen. The existing inclusion of non-voting seats could be combined with various tie-breaking vote strategies, as well as augmented by inclusion of other such positions, such as the Keeper of Elysium and the U.N. Delegate.


I have no problem with 5 primogen. But I wanted to be 4 because it would hinder activism. You need a 75% majority for a motion to pass, this ensures that we are not burdened with obligations unless it is really necessary. With 5 primogen, most motions can be pushed forward with ease. The primogen should not have to make proclamations every week, in my opinion. Especially since all nation are required to abide by the council rulings.


Now on to a more radical suggestion of a modification of the offered terms:

The position of "Primogen of Defence" should be very carefully defined. Are we concerned with invasion or internicean warfare? And if the latter, of what business would it be for the Primogen Council to involve itself in regional conflict? However an influx of invader nations would have the same apparent manifestation as a regional conflict.

Far more to our regional needs to have a Primogen for Regional Defence, who would work in concert with the Primogen for Regional Intelligence to prevent and counter the possibility of invasion.

At the same time there could be a Primogen for Regional Law and Order who would govern purely regional issues of warfare, as well as mediating in extridition and other law enforcement treaties and coordinating efforts to fight international crime syndicates within the region.

This would give a base total of five votes which would remove the possibility of a tie except in the event of a withheld or absent vote.

I further suggest that in the event that a tied vote does arise, due to a withheld or absent vote, or what not, both the Minister for Non-Kindred Affairs and the Keeper of Elysium (a position which should always be held by a Kindred leader, in the event of anything unforseen beafalling our current Keeper) should be granted a vote. The balance between the Kindred and Non-Kindred interests may or may not result in a movement of the tied vote. In the event that they do not, I further suggest that the Sheriff be granted the single tie-breaking vote.

So in summery, I suggest five official Primogen Council positions, which will allow any vote with full Primogen participation to result in a majority position. Ties would only occur in the event of one (or three) Primogen failing to vote, and in such cases the Kindred and Non-Kindred representitives, the former being the Keeper of Elysium, would get a say in the matter, and if they were to divide along their natural Kindred/Non-Kindred lines, the Sheriff would have the deciding vote (albeit without the right to address the Council).

This I believe would satisfy our regional concerns better and in a way more condusive to the ideals of representative government.



- Lord Protector Druthulhu
of the Federated Protectorate of the Herds of Druthulhu

If a vote ends in a tie, the vote does not pass. (OOC: Just like in VTES, you need to PASS the vote for it to be sucessful, a tie means a loss.)
But I don't mind a primogen for Regional Defence instead of Defence. Regional Law and Order is a bit tricky as all nations have not the same body of laws.

(ooc: I will update my proposition to clarify some things after my lunch)

[ ooc: the Primogen of Regional Law and Order would deal with international treaties between regional powers and in some cases perhaps intercede in armed regional disputes. It would have no authority over the laws within a given nation.

[ also well this is not VtES but I see what you mean. However, the number of seats here, unlike in VtES, would be static, increasing the tendency to do nothing. But if preserving the status quo is all there is to do, why grant powers to a body anyway? An odd number is better, but if you prefer to not grant tie-breaking powers to, say, the Sheriff, there would always remain the possibility of a push. ]

[ also note an addendum has been added to my post. ]

Folco Boffin says:

"After a long but polite discussion with Druthulhu, we came to the conclusion that the proposition needed some work. Therefore it is my pleasure to present to you the new proposition for the Primogen Council"

he then produces a piece of paper.

********
Proposition #3.5
The Coucil of Primogen

Art. 1 - Overview
This proposition would establish a coucil of primogen to oversee the activities of the Vampire Forumites Region. It's role would be to advise the different heads of states as to what actions should be taken as a region. (for example: war) The coucil would meet regularily to discuss motions presented to it.

Art. 2 - Composition of Coucil
The coucil would consist of 5 members, each with his area of expertise.
The 5 members would be:
Primogen of Trade
Primogen of Regional Defense
Primogen of Health
Primogen of Information
Primogen of Foreign Affairs

Art. 3 - Meeting
The coucil will meet regularily to discuss motions presented to it. Those meeting will be held behind close door.
The Minister of non-kindred affairs has the right to attend meetings and has the same rights as any primogen except that he has not vote.
The Sherriff has the right to attend meetings but must be granted permission before speaking before the coucil.
Any head of state may attend a meeting if he has been formally invited by a member of the council.

Art. 4 - Weight of Coucil
All decisions made by the Primogen Council requires a majority vote to take effect. A tie will defeat the motion. Those decisions are legally binding to very nations in the region. If a nation doesn't wish to submit to the decision of the Primogen Coucil, he must notify both the coucil and the sherriff. The sherriff shall act as an arbiter in conflict between a nation and the council.

Art. 5 - Motions
Any region who wish put a motion before the Primogen Council must recieve the endorsement of the primogen affiliated with the kind of complaint (ex.: Regional Defense for a declaration of war) or 2 primogen. The Minister of non-kindred affairs can put a motion without the endorsement of a primogen.
Once a motion is put before the coucil, it will be examined at the next council meeting and can be approoved, rejected or sent back to the nation for clarification.

Art. 6 - Eligibility
Every member of a nation in the Vampire Forumites Region is eligible to the primogen council.
A nation may not have more than one member on the primogen coucil.
The sherriff and the Minister of non-kindred affairs may not be a member of the primogen council.

Art. 7 - Electing the primogen
The UN Delegate for the region is automatically named Primogen of Foreign affairs.
Others seats on the council are granted through a referendum of the whole region. The referendum shall have two portions: the nomination process and the vote between candidates. The nomination process is as follows:
Any head of state may nominate any person to a position. There is no limit on the amount of nomination a head of state may do except that he/she cannot nominate the same person to the same position more than once. Each nomination is worth one point unless it is a self nomination. In the case of self-nomination, it is worth 2 points.
After the nomination period, the two candidates with the most points are declared candidates. A vote is then made to determine wich candidate is elected. In this vote, each nation has one vote. After the voting period the candidate with the most vote wins. In case of a tie, the nation overseeing the election process hold the tie-breaker.

Art. 8 - Event of a nation holding more than one position
In the event of a nation holding more than one position, the nation must automatically forfeit one of his office. A referendum will be called to fill the vancant seat. The nation that forfeited the title decides wich nation will be responsible to oversee the referendum.
(Note: it can be itself)

Art. 9 - Disputing A Ruling
If a dispute arises between a nation and the primogen coucil, a tribunal will be held to judge the matter. The Judge will be the Sherriff.
A nation or the primogen coucil may appeal the decision of the Sherriff. To do so, the nation or coucil must have the endorsement of 1/5 of the nations in the regions, with a minimun of 3. If a ruling is appealed, it will be put to a referendum of all the nations of the Region. The decision of the referendum is final.

Art. 10 - Removing a Primogen
A Primogen may step down at any time.
Every nation may force a motion to remove a primogen with the following requirement: The motion must have the endorsement of 1/5 of the nations in the regions, with a minimun of 3 or the endorsement of all the other primogens.

Proposition sponsored by: East Canuck
Co-Sponsors: Druthulhu, Asmadonia, Dementate

*has the requisite bribes wired to the appropriate accounts*

Deoq walks towards the door, his shoes having returned, seemingly from nowhere. He slides open a shutter-thing on the door,

"Let me guess, you want to join the council?."

If the viewer catches a glimpse of the room from outside, it looks merely like Deoq's private quarters. At the same time, a crow wearing flight goggles, and carrying a tray with a string harness flies up to the SOI-bot and Strom. On the tray are two champagne glasses filled with sparkling fae water, and one with machine oil and just a hint of the water.

"Refreshments, mate." She says to Strom, in a strong Australian accent, and winks.To those who may notice, the crow is actually a Corax, although she appears to have fae blood as well. [That means he's kinain, NOT a Changeling].

After listening to the discussions between Lord Protector Druthulhu and Prime Minister FolcoBoffin, the God-King carefully reads the latest proposition.

"Hm, yes. Asmadonia will gladly support the current proposition."

Dirsko, seeing all the activity near the Elysium message board, strolls over to take a look for himself. He reads the old proposition, then the new one, then looks back and forth between the two. He scratches his head for a moment, then reads both propositions one more time.

Finally he turns to Folco Boffin and nods. "The Fiefdom of Dementate gladly accepts the revised proposition. I would still like to be considered a candidate for the Primogen of Trade. Has your herd tried any of my nation's exquisite cheeses?"

Dirsko also leans in to speak softly to the God-King, "So under the new proposition, you would be our current UN Delegate AND Primogen of Foreign Affairs, correct?"

Replying to Deoq's question, "I've skimmed over the rules, there is nothing forbidding demonstrations from what I've read. Personally, I don't think that would help any. These elders only understand one thing, and thats power. We need to figure out how to take it from them, but by their own rules." Strom's voice is low and serious as he speaks.

Looking towards the door, Strom says "Perhaps we should let him in?"

Strom politely takes a glass offered by the crow. He sniffs at the liquid in the glass. "Would this have any alcohol in it?"

Gregor turns to answer Dirsko's question.

"As I understand it, as long as my nation is the UN Delegate, then I would serve as the Primogen of Foreign Affairs. If we lose the delegate position, then we would cease to be on the Primogen Council, and whoever takes over would then serve as Primogen as well."

"It's Fae water, like what you had earlier. I'll have it if you don't want it..." Says the crow, settling down on a perch, jutting out from the wall, and pushing her flight goggles up, off her eyes with a wing.

The Mercenary King smiles softly and speaks.

"Indeed, if rules for joining your organization after its inception are in place, I would be interested. Other wise, as the representitive of a nation that would be rights fall under the authority that you claim, I request permission to attend as an observer."

Well, if nobody else has objections/suggestions voting will begin monday with the nomination process. I suggest we run the 4 elections together. I can take care of 2 while someone else take care of the other 2.

(OOC: I'll take two if you want.)

Deoq opens the door and invites the Mercenary King in.

"Forgive me for asking, but of what race are you?"

Says Deoq, reaching his hand directly into a stone wall, which ripples like water at his touch, and pulling out several chairs, all made of some unidentifiable material. He gestures to the others to take a seat, and pulls a table out of the ground in a similar manner.

The crow returns with another glass of water for the Mercenary King, and cocks her head on one side.

The SOI-bot declines the glass from the crow waiter.

"No thank you, I am not in need of sustenance at this time."

He seats himself in one of the chairs and patiently waits for his host to begin.

"Most excellent," Gregor says, "we look forward to the coming campaigns."



[OOC: essentially, bump :D ]

(OOC: Waddya mean by bump? That's one peace of jargon I haven't come across before.)

(OOC: Waddya mean by bump? That's one peace of jargon I haven't come across before.)

[ It means "I am just posting this to keep the thread from sinking to the bottom". I wouldn't worry so much about that myself as we have "subscription lists" here so you can find any thread you've posted in, unless you removed it from your subscriptions. ]

Sitting in the more comfortable chair, Strom looks in the direction of the Mercenary King. "He appears human to me" he says while shrugging.

Taking a glass of Fae water from the crow, he takes a wary sip. To those assembled in the cave, he says "I do believe there are elections that start today if I overheard correctly. It would be an excellent idea if we could get several...non-kindred... elected."

(OOC: Waddya mean by bump? That's one peace of jargon I haven't come across before.)

(OOC: I didn't know Jargon was at war. OH, you mean piece ;) )

"Alright people listen up! It's now time to elect our leaders. The election process is in two parts: first the nomination process. I think that 4 days should be enough. So nomination will begin tonigh at 12:01 AM and will end Thursday at 11:59 PM. I will be in charge of the voting for Primogen of Health and Primogen of Information.

If someone wants to be in charge of the other two primogen (Trade and Regional Defense) he should send me a mail too so I can annouce it and coordinate our efforts. If nobody steps forward, I will do the voting for the other two primogen once this election is done.

After the nomination process, the voting will last one week from saturday to friday. Any questions?"

Folco Boffin then adds,

"Oh, my little ambassador Pippin would like to let you know he wants to run for the Primogen of Trade. He would appreciate your support, as would I."

The Mercenary King enters and nods politely to all in attendence.

"My people have long been oppressed by the blooddrinkers, and have been altered by their expirimentation. I myself led a rebellion in our homeland and threw off their yoke of enslavement."

He takes a glass of drink.

"I am otherwise mortal, although I am pleased that our lupine friend has not declared me irrevokably tainted by the altered blood that is in me."

The SOI-bot waits for the Mercenary King to finish his explanation before chiming in. "I say let him in. We could use the help, especially if we are going to do what our furry compatriot is suggesting. I think getting one or more of us elected to the primogen council would be an excellent idea."

Bah, Losambra and Ventrue types...will keep an eye on this though....

*smiles and nods*

Imitora... one of a region of five, all with their own personalized flags, all over two billion in population... Imitora is a nation filled with secret societies, from Masons to Fraternities (hardly much of a range), and is involved with the Illuminati...

*walks over to the representitive of Imitora and extends his hand*

We are pleased to hear that your recent technical difficulties have been resolved, but tell me, have you been invited to join us? For I see that you are not a native of this region...

*says nothing nor makes any sign of distain about this representitive's ignorent classification of his kind into those two rather hypocritical and overbearing clans*

OOC: That was just a comment to say that Im watching this, not that Im getting involved. Just like a presumptious Ventrue to think I would waste my time with this. Bah.

OOC: That was just a comment to say that Im watching this, not that Im getting involved. Just like a presumptious Ventrue to think I would waste my time with this. Bah.

[ ooc: ahh... I see you do know how to mark an ooc post. ;) But you're not doing a very good job of watching if you think I am a Ventrue. If I were ic right now I would be insulted! :gundge: ]

Gregor turns at Lord Protector Druthulhu's sudden, and seemingly non-sensical, outburst.

"Um, yes," the God-King says, "that is an interesting factoid. I don't see what it has to do with the elections. Unless this is your attempt at hinting that you are seeking the position of Primogen of Information."


[OOC: yeah I know, if Imitora's first remark isn't IC, then Dru's response shouldn't be either, but I feel like being playful. :D Oh, and Dru, congrats on attaining the "Pimp" rating, I know how much you have coveted it. :p ]

. . .

Oh, and Dru, congrats on attaining the "Pimp" rating, I know how much you have coveted it. :p ]

:mad: :mad: :headbang:

[ PIMPS ] :mp5: :mp5: :mp5: :sniper: :sniper:

Ahh, Gregor... but a minor invasion by a non-corporeal spy, and a bit of confusion on my own part, as to the solidity of the manifestation. *smiles* pay it no mind, please...

Strom looks to the Mercenary King and suggests, "Perhaps you would make a good candidate for the Primogen of Regional Defense, should you want it. I have heard you once sought the position of sheriff, and by your account of events in your homeland you seem well qualified. What does everyone think? Shall we all agree to nominate one of our own ranks to one or more primogen positions?" Strom grins and scans the room for approval from the other non-kindred.

The Grand Tsar strides with confidence into the middle of Elysium and lifts his hands high, clapping them loudly in a staccato rhythm to gain everyone's attention.

He offers a respectful bow and says, "My fellow Cainites...and non-Kindred in attendance, I would like to formally announce my self-nomination for the Primogen of Trade. My qualifications for such a prestigious position are many, simply look at the powerhouse economy of Dementate! I would greatly appreciate your support in the upcoming election. Thank you!"

With that, the Grand Tsar steps back to mingle with the rest of the forumites...

*ooc: are we only nominating for Health and Information right now, or did someone take over for Regional Defense and Trade? Just wondering who I should telegram*

"Ok, as long as you are no Kindred spy, you are welcome here. It would be an excellent idea to try and gain a Primogen position. I myself am not eligible, as I am the Minister for non-Kindred Affairs. The Mercenary King is an excellent candidate for the Primogen of Regional Defence, and the SOI-bot would make a good Trade Primogen, and Strom... Errr... Any posts that interest you?

Of course, we will all support our candidates in the interest of non-Kindred unity, right guys?"

The crow flutters down to Deoq's shoulder, and whispers something in his ear.

"Of course! Take a brake!"

The crow winks again at Strom, and flies off, around the corner, a small splash is heard, followed by several rather large splashes.

"She's rather partial to the hot springs you see..." says Deoq, gaining a rather day-dreamy look. "Err... Anyway, where were we? Ah yes, Primogen..."

The God-King listens to the Grand Tsar's self-nomination. He ponders for a moment, then reaches into his pocket and withdraws his Palm Pilot. After spending a few moments trying to remember how to turn the device on, he quickly locates the data he is looking for.

"Ah yes," Gregor mutters to himself, "Dementate does have a Powerhouse economy. But they have a trade deficit of over $103 billion. Then again, they export over $1 trillion worth of goods a year. East Canuck, who has also expressed interest in the position, has a Developing economy and a trade deficit of only about $15 billion. Though they only export about $205 billion worth of goods. Now, if only I'd taken some economics courses during my brief stay at the university to comprehend all of this."

The God-King's expression is one of great confusion. He and numbers don't usually mix well.


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[ooc: economic data derived from http://nseconomy.thirdgeek.com/nseconomy.php?region=Vampire Forumites]

*Prime Minister gathers most of the cainite around and tell them*

"Gentlemen, ladies, I have it on good authorities that the non-kindred population plans to vote in a single block to push their candidates. I suggest we do the same.

If you haven't made up your mind on who to nominate, here is what I suggest:
Primogen Regional Defense, Druthulhu
He is a military minded leader and would represent us well, I think.

Primogen Trade, Dementate
I will bow down to his wishes as he is a bigger economic player as me.

Primogen Information, East Canuck
As I control the Elysium and am in charge of the election process, I'm the best qualified for the job. I know the God-king wanted it, but he is already Primogen of Foreign Affairs.

Primogen Health, I don't know yet. Obviously not the Jade Empire as they are suffering from a mysterious plague. But any other kindred nation could do. I seem to remember that Porovia and the Happy Uncle Auggie were helping in the quarantine a while back. We could nominate one of them.

If we show a united front against these second class citizens, we will rule supreme for years to come. If we let them get one of the primogenship, life as we know it will change irrevocably. We will have to consider their opinion and give them rights and listen to them. I am not willing to do that. Who's with me?"

Stepping forward from his usual observatory position, the Grand Commander clears his throat before speaking.

"I strongly agree with the motion put forth by the Prime Minister of East Canuck; we *must* ensure control of the council is kept within the proper hands! I will go on record to endorse the candidates he has proffered for the aforementioned offices of Regional Defense & Trade, as well as his own nomination for Primogen of Information. Furthermore, I would suggest the esteemed ruler of Porovia for the Primogen of Health..." The Grand Commander pauses, pushing back the sleeving of his clothes to reveal a technical device attached to his inner forearm. After tapping a glowing screen that flashes a number of different displays, he continues with his recommendation. "...despite the lack of direct expendature to health issues, he has demonstrated a strong interest in the general welfare of his populous. As such, I feel he would be the stronger candidate for the position."

After his declaration, Ripplepoint moves forward to speak privately with the Prime Minister...

((OOC: A shame you're in the Foreign Affairs slot, Asmadi - you seem a natural for the Information job.))

*steps forward after a polite pause*

I approve of this plan, and thank the good Prime Minister for his endorsement of myself for the position of Primogen of Regional Defence. In the event that the proposed block voting plan is acceptable to the assembled here, I also support the cantidacies of the heads of Dementate and East Canuck, and suggest Porovia as our cantidate for Primogen of Health.

His Most Dread Excellency The SOI-bot actually allows a smile at Deoq's words.

"Yes, my changeling friend, that sounds most agreeable. We shall seize the power that is being denied us, and then we will make those glorified cadavers do as we please. Oh yes, a new day is soon to dawn upon our region, and its light shall bathe us in glory, and send our enemies scurrying like the rats they are!"

During his impromptu speech, The SOI-bot has risen from his seat, his arms raised upwards, and on his face is an expression of malevolent rapture.

"Gentlemen, if I may make a suggestion? The Happy Uncle Auggie nation is interested in the Health Primogen title. Since Porovia has the Sherriff, we could let Auggie have it. I know he haven't bothered to show up in Elysium but he does want the job. Maybe he will shop up if we include him in our dealings. However I am willing to listen if you have a better candidate.

*Turns to the God-King*

You know, if you want the primogenship of information, you can let me have the UN Delegate title. I'm willing to let you have the more secure job if you want it."

(P.S.: Since I've already recieved the nominations for the 4 primogen in the same message from some of you, I'll be in charge of all the nomination process. Send them all to me.)

Strom cautions the SOI-Bot, "Indeed my..err..robotic ally. We must now focus on our goal, it is time we all act together. Should one of us not follow through and fail to nominate or vote for a fellow non-Kindred, the repercussions could be most severe."

Strom looks to Deoq, though his eyes stray to the corner from where splashing can be heard, "I agree with your suggestions, all of us should support the nominations of the SOI-Bot for Primogen of Trade, The Mercenary King for Primogen of Regional Defense...and I myself am willing to be nominated for either remaining Primogen position, Health or Information. Deoq, do you wish to give the formal nominations to Folco Boffin? I suggest we adjourn and implement our plan now, and meet again if necessary. Oh, and..uh..what was the name of your corax friend?"

A figure, robet in precious yellow silk which is ornated with jade-green dragons, enters the Elysium and approaches silently the debating Kindred.

"Ooh the Prime Minister thinks we suffer from a "mysterious" plague? Very interesting....But as you can see...we are healthy..and here! As we stated elsewhere we candidate for Primogen of Regional Defence. It would be sad, indeed, to have the mighty Heavenly Army of the August Personage of Jade standing useless on the borders of our country..."

"That is quite all right, Prime Minister. We shall be quite content with remaining Delegate and assuming the position of Primogen of Foreign Affairs."

The God-King turns to observe the entrance of the August Personage of Jade.

"Welcome, August Personage. We are pleased that you have joined us here in Elysium."

To the assembled Cainites, a tanned and relaxed Messenger Bailey puts forth a suggestion.

"Fellow Vampires. Porovia joined this august Region under the assumption that it was a Vampire-only club. His Most Holy Emperor Poor, however, is growing perplexed at the baffling amount of non-Vampires that call this Region home.

In His wisdom, He puts forth the following idea:

Why must we give them equal treatment within our Region? Why must they have a voice on the Elysium council? Indeed, what good do they serve to the creation of a safe Region for Vampires? Only the SOI-Bot is in any way trustworthy - robots are inherently awesome and trustworthy. These non-Vampires are putting together their own Council, and it is only a matter of time before they decide to succeed. His Most Holy Emperor Poor wishes you assembled delegates to consider what to do with these non-Vampires before their succession becomes an issue."

*strolls over to the August Personage of Jade, smiling politely*

Welcome, my friend. We are pleased to hear of your overcoming of your recent public health issues, be they real or imagined by the propaganda machines of others.

*waves over a serving wench with a tray of bloodwyne*

The beverages, by the way, have been certified to be unaltered by our recent unfortunate speight of tampering events... *sniffs the bloodwyne* Oh... but can your strain of blooddrinker gain sustinence from such means?

*sips from his glass while the server waits for the Personage's answer*

You are, as I understand it, a vampire, and yet you are not, as I have been told, a "Cainite". Tell me then, my friend, where do your allegiences lie in terms of the current division between our Cainite vampire and our non-vampire members?

. . .



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We also offer, at slightly higher cost, both wyne and brewed blood beverages containing various strengths of cagnite vitae, similarly safe from supernatural tampering, and much appreciate by non-undead blooddrinkers.

In the near future we will be offering various specialty products, including low-banality cainite bloodwyne for our non-undead changeling customers who wish to make use of its proven life-extending properties, and we are very excited about our soon-to-be-released WolfWyne©™, a powerful beverage recommended only for those preparing for mortal combat.

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All Casa Dr'thulhu Bloodwyne products are available in alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties.

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After reading the latest press release from the Federated Protectorate of Druthulhu, the God-King waves down a waiter. It suddenly occurs to the God-King that it has been some time since he last imbibed, and he is quite thirsty.

Gregor smiles towards the recently returned Messenger Bailey.

"Welcome back, Messenger. I must compliment you on your tan, it goes so well with your hat. As to the Emperor Poor's concerns, I certainly share them. These non-Kindred, with the possible exception of His August Personage as it has yet to be ascertained whether he is one of them yet, are being much too pushy in my opinion. We gave them a position to play with, albeit a wu quanli de liyide xiaohua of one, and hoped that would be enough. But their desire for more does trouble me. As Sherrif what do you suggest? Banishment? Perhaps you would like us to invoke the ancient powers of the Scourge to grant to you in dealing with them? A word of warning however: do not trust The SOI-bot. It is anything but trustworthy."

The God-King continues sipping his wyne as he waits for Messenger Bailey's response, while keeping an ear on the conversation between Lord Protector Druthulhu and His August Personage.

Deoq smiles distractedly, his eyes also fixed on the corner.

"Huh? Oh, she's known to Changelings as Sariel. Her Corax name is Sings up the Sunrise."

Deoq slowly walks towards the door, his eyes still glued to the corner. He reluctantly opens it and walks through, proceeding towards Prime Minister Folco Boffin.

The SOI-bot, still on his feet though calmer, watches as Deoq leaves the room.

"So, the meeting is over? And what is so interesting in that corner?"

His Dread Excellency glances over at the Corax in the corner.

"A bird? I will never understand you organics."

"Sure We can gain sustenance from ...blood....but from other means too...i prefere the flow of the land where i dwell." smiles politely "And as etiquette demanded, i arrived sated at Elysium. But i appreciate your offer with pleasure." takes a glass of bloodwyne from the serving wench and sips from it. "Exellent...ah my allegiance... Certainly we have much mor ein common as with Chapeshifters, Changelings, etc. So i feel some kind of familiarity with the so called race of "Cainites". As a matter of fact we all are called "Vampires" by the common mortal."

*smiles and nods*

Indeed. Let us hope that none of our esteemed peers here suffer from the unfortunately too common prejudices between vampires of different cultures and means of origination, while those who hate us will always see only blooddrinkers, despite your own more advanced means of nourishment.

*raises his glass in a unilateral toast to the Personage, then drinks*

The Grand Tsar, remaining distant from the rest of those assembled, has been on his cell phone receiving the latest economic reports from his nation. Having completed his call, he moves near the God-King in time to hear a discussion about non-Kindred...

"Yes, it is a mystery to me what these mongrels think they could achieve. They should have been content with what was given to them. We have a saying in Dementate that some people if given an inch, will take a mile. Are there any in particular you feel may be a greater threat?"

Dirsko also offers a greeting to Messenger Bailey, complimenting his nice tan. To him, Dirsko asks, "Just sheer curiousity, but how would one meet this Emperor of yours?"

Strom replies to the SOI-Bot's question, "It would appear the meeting is over...with nominations ending tonight, we need to get out there and make our presence known."

As Strom stands up from his chair, he mutters outloud to himself about introducing himself to the corax. He takes a moment to straighten out his formal clothes as best he can (still torn in a couple places), and walks around the corner...

"I would say," Gregor answers the Grand Tsar, "that all of the non-Kindred are a threat. Deoq has made no secret of his ambitions. The SOI-bot, well, the less said about that thing, the better. The Mercenary King commands the Shirt Ninjas that still lurk about these halls. And this Strom fellow is a lupine, and it goes without saying that the dogs are dangerous."

The God-King takes a long drink from his glass.

"I am just glad His August Personage is on our side in this. Even if he isn't a Cainite, he is at least kindred to us in some way."

Once again, the God-King takes a sip of his drink.

"Oh look, here comes Deoq. This should prove entertaining."

"Welcome, Jade Emperor. I am happy that you accepted our invitation to this elysium. Let me also congratulate you on being plague-free. Of course, the embargo of Jade product will immediately be lifted as there is no safety problem for the population."

*turns to the entire population*

"Gentlemen the result are in. Here are the candidates for the various primogen seats:

Commerce:
Dementate, The SOI-Bot and East Canuck

Regional Defense:
Druthulhu and The Lesser Evil

Health:
The Lesser Evil, Western Concordiat and Happy Uncle Auggie

Information:
East Canuck and Vampire Mithras

East Canuck and Lesser Evil have more than one nomination. Note that no nation can have more than one Primogen. If they win more than one, they must forfeit one and the runner-up will get it.

I will be taking your votes for all 4 elections all week. Personnally, I'd rather you elect me as Primogen of Information."

Dirsko also offers a greeting to Messenger Bailey, complimenting his nice tan. To him, Dirsko asks, "Just sheer curiousity, but how would one meet this Emperor of yours?"

"His Most Holy Emperor Poor does not like receiving visitors. However, he is open to private messages exchanged between two heads of state."

"As for the other matter, His Most Holy Emperor Poor is Himself unsure about what to do with these non-Vampires. Full-out warfare is always good for economies, but He is hesitant to engage in hostilities without the full approval of the recently formed Primogen Council, and also without the support of His fellow Region dwellers. As for his Most August Personage of Jade, I meant no offense if I implied you were not a vampire. You simply gain your sustenance in a more refined, classy way, and from what I understand are more in tune with spiritual matters. Cainites and Cathayans may not be related, but diplomatically speaking I feel the two races are in many ways kindred spirits."

Messenger Bailey raises his glass to join the toast.

As Strom rounds the corner, he spies a girl, about 20, lying immersed up to her neck in the sparkling water of the spring, her head rested back on its rim. As Strom watches, he notices some of the sparkles in the water are actually flowing into her, her cheeks flushing with the combination of heat and glamour. A strangely placed cherry tree is blossoming unseasonally. The small pink petals floating on an invisible breeze over the pool.

Meanwhile, Deoq walks into Elysium, wandering over to the message board, to see what has been going on recently.
"Low Banality Cainite Vitae Juice-Drink?! Crikey, they even milk each other now?"
Deoq says, loud enough for anyone relatively close to hear, shaking his head in mock disapproval. Then he turns to one of the servants trailing behind him.
"I've always wondered what the properties of 'Vampire Juice' is."

He turns and scans the room for signs of Druthulhu, spying him, he strides over.

*greets Deoq cooley*

"Good Day Druthulhu. I hope today finds you in good health? Oh wait, stupid question. Anyway, I was wondering if you could enlighten me on the properties of vampire blood. All we know is that normally, it is very high in Banality."
Says Deoq, showing no dislike whatsoever towards Dru, talking to him as if he was an old friend.

Indeed, why would it be stupid of you to ask after my health?

*smiles coldly*

Kindred vitae arrests biological aging, increases physical strength, and can be used as fuel for various supernatural powers that its users can learn. The process by which it arrests aging is also what causes the high degrees of banality that it often possesses, through the supernatural principle that the magi call "stasis".

*sips his drink*

It also, in its natural form, induces loyalty, although that which is made into bloodwyne is stripped of this property. Previous bloodwyne products, however, could be tampered with by the addition of fresh vitae. It can also be highly addictive, although again less so in bloodwyne products, in part due to the removal of its loyalty inducing properties.

*starts as to go*

"Thanks, maybe I'll try some sometime. Blood's not my ideal aperitif, however. Maybe later."

Deoq grins broadly at Dru, then walks towards the SOI-bot.

*turns suddenly, his aura ablaze for a moment in a roiling shift from one calm determined demeanour to another, just as calm and determined, his smile warm and far more subtle in its obsequiousness, if it has any indeed, than Doeq's, a moment later coming swiftly to stand in front of Deoq with a motion faster than any mere mortal could see*

But of course, dear Deoq, you should try some right now. After all many of us all been drinking of your drink, knowingly or not, at one time or another in this gathering, have we not?

*watches Deoq keenly, still smiling graciously as he motions over a server and orders an elder vintage of bloodwyne in a sealed bottle with two glasses*

The God-King leans over to whichever national leaders are still standing by him and whispers, "See, I knew this would be entertaining."

"Err... Yeah, I just remembered, I left something in my private quarters. I'll err... I'll be right back."
Says Deoq, with a shifty glance from side to side. He walks briskly towards his quarters.

(OOC: One thing I just want to clarify... All supernatural powers are banned, correct? Anyway, I believe Obsequiosness means some form of sarcasm, but I don't really know, and Deoq truthfully bares Dru no ill will whatsoever.)

Seeing the young girl in the water, Strom blushes and manages an embarrassing cough to alert her to his presence.

"Hi...um, excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but..uh...what is all this?" He gestures to show he is referring the springs as a whole.

"Oh, my name is Strom. Strom "Makes Mountains Bleed" Eberhard."

The SOI-bot grows bored standing around in Deoq's chamber while the Fera flirt. He walks to the door and out into the main room beyond. He is just in time to see Deoq retreating from Druthulhu.

"Did I miss something?"

The girl smiles cheekily, and says, "How long have you been standing there?" She laughs and continues, "All this is chimerical. Deoq told you. Excuse me a minute." She raises her arm lazily from the spring, and gestures upwards. A thick cloud of mist hides her from view, and after about 10 seconds, she walks towards Strom, through the mist, wearing a robe. She also wears a thin chain of finely crafted silver round her neck and has a crow's feather in her black hair.

She pulls up a chair, cocks her head on one side and says, "So, how can I help you?"

Standing not so far from the God-King, Dirsko smiles at his response.

"It would appear our friend Druthulhu is rather adept with the discipline of celerity. Hmm..I wonder if I should be keeping track of who has knowledge of such things. It may come in handy. My pardons for bringing up a sore point in the past, good God-King but so far I've only seen for myself your skill with protean. By the way, I hope I can count on your vote in the current election. Remember the Fiefdom of Dementate produces the regions best cheeses!"

Feeling a bit peckish, Dirsko waves over a server for a glass of untainted refreshment. Taking a drink, he subtely keeps the Jade Emperor always within sight from the corners of his eyes.

"Well..." Strom says with hesitance, not sure where to begin, "Perhaps you could tell me why you are here? Do you serve Deoq in some way? I'm afraid the ways of Changelings are rather unfamilar to me. I've devoted most of my *studies* (he emphasizes the word) towards other supernatural creatures."

"I'm just a friend of Deoq's. My cousins are all Changelings, Satyrs in fact. So, I was just a Corax with some Changeling relatives. Nothing overly weird there, until the Dreaming Chose me. Deoq took me in himself, taught me what I am. I couldn't have gone back to my fellow Changers, I had already been pronounced Wyrm-Tainted by the local Garou." She says with an ironic smile.

"But that's all in the past, tell me about yourself."

The God-King smiles at the Grand Tsar. "Ah yes, I am quite familiar with Dementate's cheeses." Gregor gently pats his own belly.

"And as for the elections, of course, you know you have the endorsement of the people of Asmadonia in your particular race. As for your other comment, my little indiscretion with the use of Protean is by no means a sore point. It happened. The only thing about it that I'm disappointed with is that I didn't rip that wuyongde xiaopian feiwu, The SOI-bot, to pieces."

At that moment, the God-King's cellphone rings. "Excuse me, Grand Tsar," Gregor says as he walks off to an empty corner to answer it. After a few minutes of conversation, he returns to the center of the room.

"Excuse me, Gentlemen and [glaring at The SOI-bot] things, [returns his attention to the crowd in general] I have some news. It has recently come to the attention of my nation that the Federation of Burkos has ceased to be. The government has seemingly vanished, and the populace is in a state of complete anarchy. In accordance with regional precedence set by The August Personage of Jade, the Holy Empire of Asmadonia has sent in troops to occupy and pacify the populace and is hereby announcing that we are annexing the territory that once belonged to the Federation of Burkos. Of course, we shall welcome international observers and a small contingent of peacekeepers from other nations of the region if that is wished. However, our claim on the territory is not open for debate. Thank you all."

*congratulates the God-King on his new acquisition.*

His Most Dread Excellency The SOI-bot hears God-King Asmadi's speech. He turns and begins heading back to Deoq's chambers, muttering, "This is not good."

Strom stands with pride and begins to recite his lineage and their deeds, starting with his earlist ancestor. After a couple minutes, he realizes this may not be what the corax was asking for.

He coughs and attempts to start over, "Well, as you can tell I come from a prestigious and honorable line of tyrants and warriors. That has come with its own sorts of pressures, but I feel I have done well in making a name for myself. My garou name comes from a brutal battle against creatures of the wyrm I won singlehandedly on a mountain slope in my youth. I am one of the elders of the council that rules over my nation. I volunteered to come here because of all the elders I am the most knowledgable of the vampires and their ways."

Strom blinks, looks at his watch and wrinkles his brow. "I should go, the election should be in progress and Deoq will need my help to gather support for the non-Kindred nominees. It was a pleasure meeting you. I look forward to speaking with you again." Strom gives a formal bow and smiles. Leaving the cave in a hurry, Strom fails to see the SOI-Bot returning to it and bumps into him in the hall.

"Sorry about that. Have you seen Deoq?"

As Strom looks at the Corax chick (Sorry I couldn't help it;)). He sees that she's fallen asleep, her head resting on the table, a lock of her night-black hair falling over her face.

The SOI-bot looks up to see who walked into him.

"Sorry about that. Have you seen Deoq?" Strom asks.

The SOI-bot turns and scans the crowd.

"I thought he was headed this way. I do not see him, though. Curious."

OOC: Err... Ok, I take it Dru is either waiting for me to post something, or he's gone away or something. (Damn, just when it was getting interesting) So, err... If we can have one or two vampires supporting Dru come and join the conversation, that would definitely help the thread along a bit. :D

Hehe, and directors are PAID to do this! Ok, not quite.


Hey, wait a minute, Only non-Kindred have posted for a while... I hope you know what that means...

THIS THREAD BELONGS TO THE NON-KINDRED!!!!!!!

Woohoo! Break out the booze and Satyr bi-atches... oh God I'm such a geek ;)

Hey, wait a minute, Only non-Kindred have posted for a while... I hope you know what that means...

THIS THREAD BELONGS TO THE NON-KINDRED!!!!!!!

OOC: Over my alter-ego's undead body! :D

Besides, didn't you walk away from your conversation with Dru?

*stands nearby watching the gathered delegates and sipping his wyne*

The Grand Tsar takes a sip from his drink and approaches the person who served it to him. After a brief conversation in a low tone of voice, Dirsko removes his cell phone from his pocket and places a call. Walking into a corner for privacy, Dirsko talks for several minutes and makes a few more calls as well.
He then returns to the group, putting his phone away as if nothing had happened.

Time passes, Dirsko checks his watch and smiles. He walks towards the main doors and waits patiently. A knock soon follows and Dirsko opens the doors. In walk several men and women carrying balloons, streamers, and other decorations. They begin preparing the halls of Elysium for the celebration of the announcement of the Primogen election results.

The God-King stands off to one side of the room, watching the decorators at work. His cell phone rings, and he moves off to a corner to answer it.

After a few moments, Gregor returns to the gathered leaders.

"Well, I've just been informed that another nation in our region has collapsed into anarchy. Imyrn, this time. The Happy Uncle Auggie has already sent in troops and has declared what remains of Imyrn to be a sort of military protectorate. Our region is suddenly a lot less crowded, and if my intelligence is to be believed, it is about to get a little less crowded again in the very near future."

"Things happen..the wheel turns a bit more..." the Jade Emperor smiles gently. "Besides...The Empire of the August Personage of Jade has claims over the uranium mines in Imyrn. We wouldn't be pleased if we are hindered by foreign forces..."

Deoq walks rather more swiftly than is necessary towards his private-quarters-come-grotto. Hurrying in and shutting the door. He adds a complex chimerical lock from his +5 pocket of holding ;) to the door. Having accomplished this, he turns to the others.

"Ok, this is bad. Druthulhu wants me to drink some vampire blood. It's apparently low banality, but you know this vompierz, they're always after my blood... Oh God, sorry. What should I do?! If I accept, I risk becoming mundane, which is BAD... err... no offense intended. If I decline, Druthulhu will probably take that as an excuse to denounce my good name. If I escape... Hmm... I could escape. That's easy. But then I'll be seen as a coward. What am I supposed to do?!"

he says all this very quickly, without noticing the Corax at the table.

The God-King nods along as The August Personage of Jade speaks.

"We have no desire to get involved in what occurs in Imryn. We have our hands full pacifying the populace of the former Federation of Burkos. You and the Giovanni who run the nation of the Happy Uncle Auggie will have to settle this between yourselves. If you wish, Asmadonia will be happy to host any summit between you."

As the God-King finishes speaking, his cell phone rings once more. Gregor answers it right there, instead of finding a quieter corner. After just a moment, he terminates the call.

"It is as we suspected. The Nomadic Peoples of the Imbued are no more, at least as a country anyway. As we are quite busy with the Burkos situation, we will not be sending troops into the Imbued nation. As far as Asmadonia is concerned, it is fair game for anyone else with aspirations to add territory."

"Isn't it so, that the Nomadic People of the Imbued have no country? There are, oh pardon..., they where nomadic. But be certain that we don't imprison any imbued in concentration camps." said the Jade Emperor...and smiles.

The SOI-bot notices Deoq making his way through the crowd and then into his private quarters. He turns to Strom.

"Ah there he is."

The SOI-bot walks over to the door and tries to open it, but discovers Deoq has locked it behind him.

"Oh well."

[ ooc: it's a chimerical lock ;) why would it effect you? ]

[ p.s.: we have annexed the N.P.o.t.I. No news broadcasts have been released yet. ]

[ ooc: it's a chimerical lock ;) why would it effect you? ]


[ooc: because I choose to let it? Also, must have skipped over that word when reading the post and didn't even think about it. :) ]

[ooc: because I choose to let it? Also, must have skipped over that word when reading the post and didn't even think about it. :) ]

[ or if you've been drinking his enchanted oil, or if your sensors can see chimerical stuff ]

Prime Minister Folco Boffin recieves the results of the election by courrier. He open the sealed enveloppe and looks at the results. He then comes out of his chamber and goes towards the balcony when his phone rings.

"What?" he answers.
"Sir, we wanted you to know that Druthulhu has annexed the nomadic people of Imbued."
"And why didn't we annexed them as planned?"
"Well, we were busy overseeing the election proces."
"alright fine. I'll talk to Druthulhu."

Folco Boffin then proceeds towards Druthulhu. When he is close, he offers his congratulation to his fellow head of state.

"Congratulations on your annexation of the Imbued region, my friend. You should know that we had commercial treaties with them and I hope you will honor them. This could be the beginning of a new era of cooperation between our two great nations."

Meanwhile, the results of the primogen election are still in the Prime Minister's hands.

The decorations in place, balloons ready to drop, a small orchestra waiting to play, and a row of "juicebags" whimpering against the far wall for desert, the Grand Tsar approaches Folco Boffin.

Dirsko gives the Prime Minister a gentle nudge after he congratulates Druthulhu. "My pardons, but we are ready for the results to be formally announced."

[OOC: Remember before when the SOI-bot noticed I was a Changeling, and started chanting 'Pooka, Pooka,' well I guess that shows that he is actually a bizarre form of Changeling robot, or more precisely, an android who has been chosen by the Dreaming, and thus has a chimerical self as well.

All of you, (I think) have been enchanted via bloodwyne, or via fae water.)


IC: An amulet Deoq is wearing begins to glow green, he lifts it to his ear, and after 10 seconds he puts it back on.

"It appears the Primogen have been elected. Lets just forget about that blood. This is a cause for celebration!"

Deoq clicks his fingers, and a squadron of Satyr biatches from his Subversive Nudist Satyr Chick Regiment surround him, wearing skimpy clothing for a change. :rolleyes:

With all these preparations made, he conjures up a pillow, and places the Corax's head on it, gently, removes the lock, and walks out into the hall.

The SOI-bot sees Deoq emerge from his private chambers, and he walks over to speak to him.

"I hope everything is all right. You seemed in a hurry before. So, do you think we did well in the elections? I do hope we have some representation on the council. If not, well, there is more than one way to skin a Kindred, and I will endeavor to try out each and every one."

"Oh, my! You're right Grand Tzar."

Folco Boffin then moves to Deoq's chamber-turned-cave, salutes the SOI-Bot and Deoq and ask them to get everyone out here for the results.

The God-King takes a sip of his bloodwyne and looks on with some interest.

*stands off to one side looking as bored as anyone who already knows that all of his plans have worked to perfection so far and is waiting for the rest of the world to catch up to this knowledge*

"Of course, I was just coming over."

Deoq and his entourage walk past the Prime Minister. Deoq surveys his surroundings. Noticing the refreshments whimpering against the hall, Deoq walks towards the God-King looking suitably shocked and horrified.

"What are those poor people doing over there?! They look terrified!"

"Of course, I was just coming over."

Deoq and his entourage walk past the Prime Minister. Deoq surveys his surroundings. Noticing the refreshments whimpering against the hall, Deoq walks towards the God-King looking suitably shocked and horrified.

"What are those poor people doing over there?! They look terrified!"

[ ooc: just who are you talking about? ]

The God-King spares a glance at the refreshments.

"Hanging around, it looks like, Gregor replies and shrugs. "The Grand Tsar brought them. I haven't availed myself as of yet. But they do look quite meiweide he shi ren yukuai de."

Gregor takes another long sip of his drink, then flashes a smile at Deoq.

[ ahh ... nevermind. ]

*strolls casually over to the Grand Tzar of Dementate and informs him that such as we are not abandoned fledglings starving in the streets, and that Elysium is not a sabbat party, and that, as best we understood, unwilling refreshments are considered quite gauche*

"Ah!" exclaims the Grand Tsar after hearing Druthulhu's tip on ettiquette. "Awfully sorry about that, its so hard to get everything just perfect on such short notice."

Dirsko ushers a lingering shirt ninja over and asks him to remove the people from Elysium, which he does quickly and without question.

Grabbing the cell phone from his suit, Dirsko makes some quick and frantic calls. "Excellent!" he exlaims. Muting the phone with his hand, he turns to the gathered kindred near him and asks, "Finally found someone who can deliver, any requests?" He flashes a fanged smile.

*smiles in approval*

One female, between the ages of thirteen and nineteen, of any race as long as she is comely, and a virgin to the kiss*

Gregor overhears the conversation between Druthulhu and Dirsko. His mouth begins to water after hearing Druthulhu's request. The God-King leans over towards the Grand Tsar.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful, one of those for me as well."

Strom spins a full 360 degrees as Deoq walks past him into his room, locking the door only to come out again shortly thereafter and walk back to the main hall.

He looks to the SOI-Bot nearby and can only give a confused shrug. "Still haven't figured Changelings out, I'm afraid" he states before following Deoq and his satyrs to hear the primogen announcement.

(ooc: Bit of a time warp with this post, must be some unusual use of temporis)

Deoq turns towards Dru and Gregor grinning broadly.

"I can sort that out for you, if you want. :D "

Deoq gestures towards his bi-atches

"Take your pick! I can assure you they are of... the finest quality." ;) :fluffle:


OOC: 13?! You paedophiles! :p

Folco Boffin goes up to his 'announcement podium' oversseing the assembled guests. He clears his throat out of habit and declares:

"Fellow vampire and non-kindred, I have the results of the Primogen elections. Fisrt, let me tell you it was a close race for most title and I think every niminee deserves a hand of applause."

*waits for applause*

"Now, the newly elected primogen are :
Dementate for Primogen of Commerce
Druthulhu for Primogen of Regional Defense
Western Concordiat for Primogen of Health
East Canuck for Primogen of Information
and Asmadonia as UN Delegate, is the Primogen of Foreign Affairs.

If you have a issue about the region as a whole, you have to talk to us.
Thank you for your help and let the party begin."

with that some balloons fall from the cieling and a band plays an appropriate song.

Dirsko manages to place some "special request" orders by cell phone, hanging up just in time to hear the Prime Minister give the final results of the election. Upon hearing his name for winning as Primogen of Commerce, Dirsko uncharacteristically whoops with joy.

"I won! I won!" he exclaims and in his excitement he chugs down the rest of his bloodwyne and turns to bear hug the God-King. At that moment, the Grand Tsar seems to regain some of his composure and releases Gregor. Turning to Druthulhu, he offers a handshake in congratulations for his winning the seat of Regional Defense.

"Our victory 'desert' should be here in the hour, gentlemen", he says with a grin.

"We are very sorry" said the Jade Emperor "that noone elected us.....AND our claims to the uranium mines of Imyrn are not acknowledged.....We are sorry..but this means war."

Gregor is rather taken aback by the bear hug from the Grand Tsar. He is quite happy when he is released.

"Um, congratulations," Gregor says as he smoothes out his shirt. "And congratulations to you all," he says to the others.

The God-King stands off to the side of the crowd of hand-shakers and well-wishers, still drinking from his glass of bloodwyne. He allows his attention to wander a bit. His brief reverie is broken when the Jade Emperor makes his declaration of war.

The God-King makes his way over to the Jade Emperor. "Pardon me, haode xiansheng, but this war of which you speak ... who exactly are you waging it against? We would be happy to mediate a peaceful resolution, unless you will be attacking us. In which case, the resolution we will seek will be less than peaceful."

*congratulates the Grand Tzar as well, then becons one of Deoq's wenches, wounding her gently and sniffing her blood for ...additives... before declaring a toast to the victors and drinking almost-too-deeply (unless it is Fae blood, in which case he takes but a taste)*

Congratulations to all of us, Strom, Folco Boffin *smiling warmly*

*inserts himself in the conversation between the August Personage and Gregor, speaking in low tones*

War is a particularly grave option, my friend, and one that I hope can be averted.

*takes out a letter and reads from it in part*

"The Happy Uncle hopes that brain and discussion, not a silly use of raw force in an open attempt to hegemonize the entire region, will resolve this political crisis..."

We hope so too, do we not? Let not one party through the use of raw force hegemonize all of what was once Imyrn, in deed. But I must say, to claim borders by the extent of all of Imyrn's uranium fields is rather reaching. In an earlier missive the Happy Uncle declared his willingness to entertain talks of trade and land concessions. Further, the farthest reaches of the uranium fields in question, arguably, extends into the core of Imyrn.

*sips casually at the fae or kinian wench still dangling blissfully in his arms*

A majority of the population of the Imyrnians throughout the whole of the territories potentially falling under your claims are of the majority faith and ethnicity of Imyrn, yet those of the bordering lands most securely held by your Heavenly Army are an oriental people, more closely kin to your own. A land concession drawn on such cultural lines would give you what our own geologists tell me is the deepest and richest portion of the uranium fields at issue, and favourable trade concessions could allow your own corporations to participate in much of the uranium extraction on the Augustinian side of the border.

"The uranium field belongs to The Empire of the August Personage of Jade. We have no interest in the people who live in the south-west of Imyrn. They could be deportated to more...pleasant places. Accept our claim to the uranium fields in the south-west of Imyrn or we will claim it by force."

Dirsko's cell phone rings and he answers it. He listens for awhile and hangs up without saying a word, though a smile spreads across his face. As if on cue, the doors of Elysium open and in walk several young looking girls, escorted by a pair of shirt ninja guards who close the doors behind them.

One girl approaches Druthulhu. She looks to be in her middle teen years with straight, long blonde hair. Almost platinum. Quite beautiful and wearing a red dress that does well to accentuate her shapely body. Her light blue eyes still sparkle in the dim light inside.

Another walks towards the God-King. She is shorter than the first and perhaps just a year older, but no less beautiful. Her hair is a deep, chestnut brown and hangs just past her shoulders. Her deep green eyes stare at Gregor in a mixture of wonder and amazement.

A red headed woman stands next to Dirsko, equally gorgeous as the other two but appearing to be in her early twenties. The Grand Tsar casually drapes his arm across her shoulder and says, "Drink up my friends, then may we talk of the Jade Emperor's desires for war."

The God-King sizes up the Grand Tsar's provided meal. Gregor sets down his glass of bloodwyne, takes the young woman in his arms and drinks deeply from her neck.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff."

"A war?" The SOI-bot asks no one in particular.

His Most Dread Excellency makes his way over to the Jade Emperor. In a whisper, he says, "Jade Emperor, I do agree, this is a most insulting slight against you and your nation. We in the Robotic Utopia must officially remain neutral in this conflict. Unofficially, well, that could be another story. Would you perhaps be interested in purchasing some of our military grade soldier-bots?"

Strom stands stoically as he is named the new Primogen of Health. Turning, he walks over to Deoq, sidestepping satyrs all the way.

"Well, I considered myself a longshot but it appears I won. We now have a non-Kindred on the Primogen council, a garou Primogen." Strom allows himself to grin. "Its a step up and allows the non-Kindred community a vote in regional affairs. I'll have to review the duties of my office and brush up on procedures though," he says while shrugging.

Glancing at the feasting vampires, Strom catches sight of the Jade Emperor busy looking most unhappy. To Deoq in a low voice, Strom whispers "And what do you think of this talk of possible war? Could this be something to exploit to our advantage?"

As before, Deoq appears to loom over all, even the mighty garou, his silvery-blue eyes glow the same malevolent red, and the area around him darkens. Glamour ruffles his robes and his fingers become long and almost claw like. Frost creaps around his feat wherever he steps. He addresses Dru in a voice that burns his ears and seems to shatter his mind.

"What are you doing to her?!" He thunders. :mad:
"What are all of you doing?!" He adresses all of the L**ches 'kissing' a wench. "I thought violence was disallowed in Elysium, and as Representative of the Non-Kindred Council, I must protect them as non-Kindred :mp5: . Release them!"

*steps to the side of the now more imposing Deoq, distancing himself from the Changeling*

Muttering more to himself than anything else, Strom mumbles, "Not exactly the response I was anticipating..."

Folco steps quickly towards the towering Deoq.

"Master Deoq, I'd like to point out that these blood dolls are willing participant in the drinking. They draw a certain pleasure in the act of giving blood. It may be seem revolting to those who never tried it but I assure you they are enjoying themselves. I just wanted you to know before you do something... rash."

"Maybe we'd better be discussing the impending war that will soon be upon us."

Deoq turns to Dru,
"Well then if you will kindly remove yourself from her I would be most appreciative."

His intimidating appearance vanishes, and Deoq instead looks rather embarrassed. :headbang:

"Kinky bitches..." he mumbles. He then turns to Strom...

"Err... What? Oh yeah, congratulations!"

The Jade Emperor looks at the SOI-bot. "If you prefer...instead of purchasing only the soldier-bots we would prefer to purchase the blueprints to build the soldier-bots by ourselfe. In exange we will sell you uranium for a special price. This special price will remain low for a period of 1000 years. Have we a deal?"

"A generous offer to be sure," The SOI-bot responds. "However, the blueprints for all of our models are state secrets. If we went and sold them, our industry would be irrevocably damaged. No, only the end products are for sale. Do we have a deal, then?"

*looks amusedly aghast at Deoq*

But did you not say that you could help with this matter, and that we were welcome to take our pick?

*chuckles, arching his eyebrows*

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=357556

Dirsko finishes his drinking, pulling a dark handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe his lips and putting it back. He motions for the woman to go to his private chamber and wait there. The Grand Tsar turns his attention towards Deoq and Druthulhu.

Dirsko nods in agreement with Druthulhu's comment and adds "I must say, I would have enjoyed my snack much more had I not been so rudely bothered by a certain *non*-kindred." Dirsko emphasizes the non part, as if it was an insult.

"Yes," the God-King chimes in, "I agree. This would have been a much more enjoyable meal were it not for some hao datingde xiaode xiannu!"

Gregor sets the dazed girl in his arms down on a nearby chair. He returns to the conversation.

"I didn't realize eating at a party was suddenly a crime."

To Dru,

"Well, I didn't know what exactly you meant by 'to the kiss.'"

To the group as a whole:

"You have my apologies, as you can understand I am not well versed in your ways, and if you did indeed have their permission, then I guess it's fine. Just think of it from my point of view. If, for instance, a Redcap, walked in and took a large bite out of a nearby table/chair/chandelier/person/goat etc, I suppose you would also be suitably shocked."

Deoq takes the same small jug from one of his boggan servants, and after pouring himself a drink, sips it.

"Err... Druthulhu, I was wondering, what methods were used to remove the banality from your... beverages?"

*releases his firm yet gentle hold about the waitst of the girl, offering her hand to Deoq but then laughing softly as she demures to slink to her knees at his own feet, fondly embracing his leg*

Ahh... if it were but the furniture, I would hardly mind, but to suggest that ask of the servers for such a meal before so indescriminantly "chowing down".

*smiles and extends his arm to the blood doll that the Grand Tzar's services have provided, who eargerly, if not a bit nervously for her first time beneath the fangs of the Immortals, attaches herself to his side*

Taking a bite out of a person, with consent, I would hardly mind as well... But to answer your question, we use a blending process that makes use of the most unhinged of malkavian vitae, muting its effects with a vitae taken from a ventrue Elder with a preference for the blood of the mad. Finally it is imbued with glamour ...the stuff of dreams ...by a Slough employee.

*leans in close to Deoq*

By the way, the first meeting of the Primogen Council is taking place right now just beyond that Temporis fold over there... *gestures* Meet us there, if you so choose, where I already am, and after its finish... of which I am already aware but forsworn to speak of lest it create a temporal rupture... meet me back here if you would like to continue this conversation.

The SOI-bot waits for Druthulhu to move away from Deoq. He then nudges Deoq to get his attention, and whispers in his ear, "Let the leeches have their blood dolls. Their time is nearing its end."

*Deoq would notice that Strom is no longer standing near him after his display to the Kinded, but he notices the door to the fae-cave closing*

Strom enters the fae-cave, closing the door behind him. He sees the corax still sleeping and gently nudges her to wake up. "Hey! I'm now the Primogen of Health! Can you believe it? A garou Primogen!"

Deoq puts his hand on the shoulder of the satyr hugging Dru's leg, and she vanishes.
"Thanks, I think I'll try a little, maybe after the meeting."

Deoq replies to Dru. He then turns and grins at the SOI-bot, and walks nonchalantly to the aforementioned temporal rift.


* * *


The corax yawns sleepily and shifts her head on the pillow.

"Primogen?... No thanks... I'm not hungry"

Several glasses lie around her, and Strom realizes, she's pissed on fae water. :p

At that moment, the Satyr Dru was sipping from appears from the cave wall. She's holding her head in her hands and shaking slightly, she looks very pale. She stumbles over to the springs, and falls/leaps in.

"I am sorry, but i only willing to buy the blueprints. Thanx nevertheless dear SOI-bot. But i think we will have some kind of deal in the near future." replies the Jade Emperor and smiles.

The SOI-bot watches Deoq walk off before responding to the Jade Emperor.

"Well, I am sorry that we cannot do business together at this time. However, if you change your mind, feel free to ask. I am sure that arrangements can be made."

Stepping over near Druthulhu, Dirsko addresses him, "Is it just me, or does our resident Changeling seem to think the rules of Elysium apply to everyone but himself?" Dirsko takes a moment to snicker. "To order us not to harm someone while resorting to threatening tactics himself?" Dirsko looks in the direction the Changeling was last standing.

"By the way, how goes your space program? I recall the Grand Commander was working on rockets but I've heard little from him in some time on that matter."

The God-King steps over to Dirsko and Druthulhu. "I couldn't help overhearing, since I was eavesdropping. I have been wondering where the Grand Commander has gotten to. It would be nice to have another Kindred around in case Deoq needs to be, shall we say, neutralized."

[ ooc: Grand Commander? ]

Ahh... our space program is coming along swimmingly, thank you.

As for Deoq, I recall our Keeper of Elysium, stated, at least to his fellow Kindred, that minor breaches on our parts would be overlooked.

*teases the flesh of the young blood-doll's throat with his fangs*

I have taken that to mean uses of disciplines that are not aggressive... do not yield to mind control, spying, violence, and the like. My own recent use of accelerated motion, for example, and certainly uses of supernatural senses, which can hardly be detected, although mind reading would still be a matter of spying... perhaps aura reading could detect who is transgressing in that regard.

*looks up as if noting something*

Of course, I also took dear Folco's statement, timed as it was, to be intended to apply along species bounds, but for myself, I have in my centuries found that honour knows no such boundries, but is found and found to be lacking on all sides of most fences.

*gently kisses his blood-doll's hand, gazing fondly into her eyes*

Excuse me, please, there is a matter to which I must attend immediately.

*hastens towards the Fae Cave, summoning a waiter as he goes, barging in undaunted by any chimerical locks, and lifts the weakened satyr from the water just as she falls, taking her and laying her on a divan, then turning to the waiter he orders a quantity of a popular electrolyte and protien replacement drink high in vitamin C*

"Huh?! Wha?! Oh, hullo grandpa..."
The Corax says to Dru.
"Naw... itsh not grandpa... who you?" :)
She gurgles happily.
"Where Deq... Doq... Deog... gone?"

[ooc: I took Dementate's comment of the Grand Commander to refer to Rippoli, who has not been around the forums in a while. I could be mistaken.]

Deoq will doubtless be back soon...

*waits for the waiter to return and instructs him to make sure the satyr drinks what he has ordered for her and that she lies down and rests; then leaves*

As Dru leaves, the waiter chuckles and dispells the illusion of the vitamin drink, pouring the fae water that is actually in the cup into the spring. He then lifts up the satyr, showing surprising strength for one of his diminutive stature, and puts her down carefully in the spring. Being a boggan he takes careful note of this piece of juicy gossip (Did you hear what was going on between that satyr and Druthulhu of the Federation of Druthulhu?), and continues his normal business.

Meanwhile...
Deoq stumbles out of the Temporis rift thingy, clutching his head.

"Aww... God, I am never going in one of those again..."
Deoq proceeds towards Dru.
"How do you survive those time portal things? Ergh... So, what have you fine gentlemen been up to while I was gone?"

The God-King is standing by himself, minding his own business for the most part, when his cell phone rings.

"Again? I hope this is important, I don't think I have any minutes left on my calling plan."

He moves further away from the crowd. He is mostly quiet, except for one loud outburst of, "Ta ma de!"

A few moments later, Gregor terminates the call and rejoins his fellow leaders.

"Gentlemen, may I have your attention please. I have been informed that just minutes ago another nation of our region has fallen into anarchy, its government swept away. It is with a heavy heart that I inform you all that this time it is the founder of our region, the Empire of The vampire Mithras. Apparently that old war god fell into torpor and those he left behind were not up to the task of governing the nation. We have already dispatched troops to pacify the populace. And in accordance with Vampire Forumite tradition, we are hereby announcing our annexation of the territory once claimed by The vampire Mithras. We shall accept no dispute of this action. Thank you all."

"Of course you will not," The SOI-bot says. "Another nation falls to 'anarchy.' How convenient for you. And I am sure none of this has anything to do with the reports of a massive military buildup in the days prior to this announcement. At least you are confining these conquests to each other. I warn you, do not try this sort of thing on us non-Kindred."

The SOI-bot walks off in search of Deoq and Strom Eberhard.

"Well done, my good friend!" says Dirsko to the God-King after his announcement. Pausing to watch the SOI-Bot walk away, the Grand Tsar continues, "It seems they grow bolder by the day...but enough about that. I hear rumors of a certain criminal that has been captured in your newly acquired lands. Tell me about this person, is he a threat to the region? Has he committed some great atrocity...this Jahred? Druthulhu seems most interested in him for some reason."

"Oh," the God-King responds, "you mean Jahred, the self-styled Hierophant of the war god Mithras? He was here for a while some time ago, I guess you didn't have a chance to meet him. He was an okay kind of fellow, for a deluded lunatic, I guess. I'm sure Druthulhu has personal reasons for wanting him. There was some bad business between them in the early days of our region, about the time this Elysium was set up. We have had our disagreements with Jahred in the past as well, not the least of which being his declaration that I am public enemy number one for that silly little Gonite cult. But that's all air through the engine, as they say."

Strom, not exactly sure how to help satyrs, simply steps back and lets Dru and the waiter attend to her. He approaches the corax, putting a hand on her shoulder to help her sit upright. "Deoq? You want to speak to Deoq or you just wish to know where he is? I believe he is still in the assembly further down the hall if that is what you want to know."

His Most Dread Excellency The SOI-bot enters Deoq's fae cave to find Strom Eberhard.

"Strom, have you seen Deoq? I believe we need to convene the Council of Non-Kindred Affairs to discuss this The vampire Mithras situation."

Strom, not exactly sure how to help satyrs, simply steps back and lets Dru and the waiter attend to her. He approaches the corax, putting a hand on her shoulder to help her sit upright. "Deoq? You want to speak to Deoq or you just wish to know where he is? I believe he is still in the assembly further down the hall if that is what you want to know."

[ *is no longer there* ]

Deoq leaps down from the ceiling of the fae-cave, where he has been perched.
"Hey guys! Hows it going?" He then shuts up seeing the stern look on the SOI-bot's face. The waiter scurries over and whispers something in his ear.
"The Empire of the vampire Mithras? Gone? Crap. What's that? Druthulhu and who?! Cor blimey guvna."
Deoq walks towards the Satyr in the spring, who is recovering slowly. He lifts her head and looks into her eyes.
"You will not speak of this to anyone."
She nods her head, glaring at him.
Deoq vanishes, reappearing in front of the retreating butler.
"Where do you think you're going?"
He grabs his head, bending down to be level with him, but the butler closes his eyes. Deoq sighs.
"If you would rather live out life as a stone then that's fine with me."
The butler hurriedly opens his eyes.
"You will not speak of this to anyone. Anyone at all."

*meanwhile on ECB News at 5*

"We will now bring you to the parliament of East Canuck where Prime Minister Folco Boffin is signing the treaty annexing the Principality of Random Cool Things. The principality will be granted full benefits of being a province.

Already, as we see mister Boffin shaking hands with the head or Random Cool Things, the opposition in parliament is arguing that we gave them more rights than we can afford and warns of possible tax hike topay for the annexation.

The minister of Finance, Mister Frodo Baggins, says that's fearmongering and that no new taxes has been planned.

More news after these messages from your local station."

[ *is no longer there* ]

(ooc: I know, my post was meant to be somewhat past tense. You celerity enhanced vampires make it hard to keep up!)

Looks to the SOI-Bot, "It seems Deoq is already here, guess that saves us the trouble of trying to find him". Strom leans in a bit closer to whisper in a joking manner, "Unless he keeps this teleporting thing up." Strom gives a smile and turns to Deoq.

"The SOI-Bot and I were thinking it would be prudent to discuss the fall of the Empire of the vampire known as Mithras. Apparently, there has been quite a surge in the number of collapsed governments in the lesser nations. The kindred have been quick to exploit this, almost as if they anticipated it. I must also report in our recent Primogen council meeting, the Kindred basically feel first come, first serve in regards to who controls these lands in anarchy."

With a resounding slam, the doors to Elysium fly open. Messenger Bailey, wearing a new hat (a stylish fez, with a pleasant little tassle), walks in, huffing. His feet make dull thwaps.

He marches through Elysium to the furthest wall from everybody, and in a whirl spins to face whoever happens to be present.

"Porovia apologizes for it's lack of activity! His Most Holy Emperor Poor had certain... familial obligations to take care of, as well as having to move. Rest assured that Emperor Poor, in His awesome mind, is going to be active on a daily basis."

He takes a breath, sips from a flask, and regards those present.

"Now, then. I understand someone isn't playing nice?" He smiles.

[OOC: Welcome back, Mr. Poor. We hope everything is all right.]


His Most Dread Excellency The SOI-bot address Strom and Deoq in the Fae Cave, "This news is troubling, though not unexpected. These leeches are far too ambitious. How long before they stop being satisfied with absorbing collapsed nations? It is my belief that The vampire Mithras was forced into anarchy by the warmongering God-King. Did anyone notice this Imyrn situation flared up, and while everyone was so concerned with it, several nations just happened to fall and be claimed by the various Primogen nations? And now, where is the concern over Imyrn? Both sides have been curiously silent for a while now. My fear is that soon, it will be our nations they begin to accuse of falling into anarchy!"

*stepping back from the Temporis Corridor, Prime Minister Folco Boffin notices Ambassador Bailey*

"Hello my friend, it's been to long since we had a chat. I trust the Imperator is well... Now if you excuse me, I have another declaration to make. Some people might think I'm in politics because I like to make declarations because I have done so much of them. If they only knew the truth...

Anyway, got to go. I will see you later."

*Prime Minister Boffin then proceeds to his little balcony. He then flick a switch to turn on the speakers in the Changeling cave and says:*

"May I have your attention please.

*** Primogen Announcement ***

Given the precedent established by the Jade Emperor when he annexed the first nation to cease to exist. We declare the rules for annexation an ex-nation as follows:

- The first nation to claim the territory is entitled to recognition.

- If two ore more nations cooperate to annex a nation, they share the territory, ressources as they see fit.

- No other nations shall have claims to any part of the ex-nation.

- The Primogen council will use any force necessary to enforce this treaty.

*** End Announcement ***

Thank you."

[[Everything's cool. I just had to move out of town to go back to university and was without the internet for almost a month. And because I'm a genious I forgot about the 'nets very existence if I wasn't directly in front of a computer, so I never went out of my way to get on.]]

Messenger Bailey claps politely. "These rules are fair. While The Imperator isn't necessarily keen on expanding Porovia's borders through the absorption of lesser nations, let it be known that He certainly will abide by these rules and Porovia will enforce them."

"Well put!" exclaims Strom to the SOI-Bot's remark. "You bring up an excellent point about Imryn. Was all that bluster about a mining dispute really just a cover for the kindred to grab more land while everyone was distracted? And as you said, only a select group of the vampire nations were ready to take advantage of the situation. Together, our non-kindred nations as a whole total more than two and a half billion. Quite a sizable force. But our individual nations alone may be a tempting target to an arrogant and bold leech. We must do something soon, to strengthen ourselves and weaken them. But what?"

Strom scratches his head as he ponders his own question.

"Well spoken, Sheriff!" The God-King says. "Speaking of lesser nations, I have just been informed that we in Asmadonia have annexed the Most Serene Republic of Wounded Martyrs. The populace will be pacified shortly."

*strolls over to STrom and the SOI-bot, but speaks as though addressing only the Bot, although nodding politely to Strom as he arrives*

It has long been my philosophy that successful political activities depend more on the coalition of the Honourable rather than on simple aliegence of race or party.

*turns to face both personages*

You should be aware already that the Gonite Inquisition has long worked for the goal of World Vampirocracy. Although not soley for reasons of lacking a knee-jerk species solidarity, my position has always been that this would not be a good development, and I feel that it would be even less so for this region at this juncture in history. You should also not consider lightly the fact that they have recently aligned themselves with Imbued terrorists who seem driven by an intelligence from beyond to destroy all who are not either themselves nor normal mortal humans, and that their ranks include "waywards" who will stop at nothing to kill all supernaturals that they encounter.

His Most Dread Excellency The SOI-bot turns to Strom Eberhard and says, "Are you buying any of this, because I did not bring my wallet."

Turning to face Druthulhu, he continues, "Such pretty words, Lord Protector. But that is all that they are: words. Empty and devoid of meaning in my estimation when compared to your actions. You speak of honor, vampire, but I have never met one of your kind to actually possess such a quality.

It is true that if I possessed the ability to do so, I still would not shed a single tear for the fate of the Gonite Inquistion. Our mutual disagreements are well-known and documented. However, you would have everyone believe that you occupied their territory in order to fight so-called terrorists dwelling there. How convenient for you. Quite a simple explanation to cover your kind's lust for power and control. As for the Imbued, we never had a quarrel with them, as we are not supernatural.

No, Lord Protector, I see what you are doing. Coming in here, talking of cooperation when all we have seen from your kind is hatred and distrust. You are trying to get us to let down our guard, so that you and your Primogen buddies can swoop down upon our nations and attempt to subjugate them to your will. A valiant effort, perhaps, but far too transparent."

*walks over Dru, SOI-Bot and Strom*

"Gentlemen, I couldn't help overhearing from where I was eavesdropping and I have a couple of points to make.

Every one knows that the Gonites have some despicable elements. I fought a couple of wars against them in the past. But they have potential. With wizened guidance, they can become productive member of every society. That's what I'm trying to do with the region I managed to retain under control.

That being said, Druthulhu, I think the way you are waging your war on terror is very much like a bull in a china shop. You cut the whole arm because there's an infection on the thumb. As a friend and ally, I advise you to reign in your commanders in the field. They are killing more innocent than they find information about inquisitors.

SOI-Bot, I would advise to do a check-up on your paranoia sub-routine. It seems to be working on overdrive. Also, I suppose you have nothing to do with the plot Asmadonia's ambassador has uncovered about ousting him as UN Delegate? You would find that I can be more pro-active when my allies are under threat.

Strom, unfortunately I have nothing substantial incriminating about you. You and I both know how irritating this is for me. Keep up ther good work, I guess."

The bull was already in the china shop, my friend... *smiles* But for the "life" of me I cannot fathom why you allowed the rent on his tether to expire. Had you taken the appropriate steps, I daresay that a new Gonite nation eschewing the extremism of the past would have arisen.

*sips lightly at the young lady in his arms as she shudders in the ecstacy of her first Kiss*

Gonites are indeed a fair and law-abiding people, but Gonists... the Inquisition, are another matter, and you should know this. Look at the motto of your very own protectorate state if you do not believe me.

The Grand Tsar blinks his eyes a couple times and looks around. He turns to Gregor, the God-King, and says "Uh...did you notice the crowd suddenly thinned out here?" He cranes his neck to look past the God-King's shoulder and down the hall. "Looks like the party has moved to the Fae Cave."

"By the way, our offer of assistance still stands now and in the future should you need it. Perhaps some of your advisors could provide some pointers for my military forces on Malkav Island as yours definately have more experience in that field." Dirsko claps his hand to summon a servant over and points to his chamber door. The servant disappears and returns with the Grand Tsar's blood doll. "Time for a snack!" he says with a smile.

Dirsko stops himself mid-bite, his facial features freeze as if concentrating or thinking and then his eyes widen in alarm. He lets go of the young woman and runs down the hall towards the Fae Cave. Finding the door apparently unlocked, he bursts into the room to find the various leaders inside in mid conversation.

"Big news. Bad news!" he exclaims. "The August Personage is reporting shots fired in the region of Imyrn."

The God-King is about to respond to Dirsko, when the Grand Tsar suddenly dashes for the Fae Cave.

"Well, I might as well join them."

Gregor walks over to the Fae Cave just in time to hear the announcement about the beginning of hostilities in Imyrn.

"Ta ma da! Now what?"

Glaring at Folco Boffin, The SOI-bot says, "I believe you have just proven that my paranoia sub-routines are functioning perfectly."

Turning to Strom Eberhard, he says, "So much for a private meeting of the non-Kindred nations."

So much indeed! *grins* I was of the impression that Elysium exists for us all to discuss matters peaceably with eachother - a rather difficult matter if half of us are always hiding in here. But if you prefer I will depart and advise my kindred to do so as well.

*turns to Strom*

I am heartened to learn that your own nation has disregarded certain paranoid overreactions and come to the aid of the anarchic former Murlinistan. It would have been a grave mistake to allow those lands to fall under the rule of *glances at the bot* a non-democratic power. Particularly one of the two superpowers.

"Now hold on, SOI-Bot, I never saw any notice that this was a private meeting. Anyway, I just came in to invite all the primogen and Deoq, as representative of non-kindred nations, to an emergency meeting session to discuss the latest incidents in the more savage sections of our Region. It just happens that they are mostly here."

"Gentlemen, If you would follow me through the Temporis Tunnel."
The Primogen Chamber (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=357556)

The God-King steps through the Temporis Tunnel, having already arrived in the Primogen Chamber. (ain't Temporis fun? :) )