NationStates Jolt Archive

"Is it online?" the Highlord simply said to the construct.

The construct turned it's head slowly from it's tinkering, it's green eyes looking rather blank and placid, and nodded with the same infinite slowness and said in a very soft simple voice, "Yes." It was most strange to have a figure which was made from metal and wood, who looked like it would have a grating harsh voice, to come forth with a soft voice of a child.

Not that is honestly concerned the Highlord in the slightest. As long as the construct, and the other constructs that he had made functioned and did thier duties to thier maker, he was not concerned in the slightest. He did not even mind some of them to pick up things from the ground and keep them, a twig that looked interesting, a glowing rock, he had greater concerns than the Warforged, for that was the contruct's given name in the ancient tombs.

Ragaranathon leaned forward from his stone throne, for that is where he decided to hold this communication with the outside world. It was within the castle, the magical pale blue lights gave things an eerie shadow. The Highlord was wearing purple, for it was his favoured colour.

There was immense sense of power behind the individual, as he sat assured in his own power and wisdom. For those sensative in magic, they could instantly tell there were enchantments woven around him, there were vastly complex spells in affect around him. Ones which few mortals could accomplish...or need to accomplish.

There was immediate sense that this purple robed self-proclaimed king of this land, was something.....else.

The construct tapped the device with his metal hand very lightly, triggering the device into life as the blue light swirled around. It was a most inreging device, one which made the mind think that it was witnessing an illusion. It was of course, a magical device specifically designed to communicate to other nations which would be.....suitable.

The device was on, and it now could communicate sound...and imagary of the stone throne room...and the King which sat upon it.

In his deep voice Ragaranathon spoke his first words to other nations.

"Greetings from the land of...Ragaranathon, my land. I wish to open up communications."


Silence filled the chamber as Ragaranathon's purple eyes stared intently at the shifting colours of the device, as it's all span in harmony of the magic that he had taught the construct to make.

He waited....

"Search all databanks for Ragaranathon. We don't need any more damn mixups!" A man in a black suit and glasses yelled at teams working on large computer banks.

"Ragaranathon had no mention until five minutes ago, sir."

"Good. Inform the Administartor we just got signaled by a new entry."

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The city of Myer. An ugly city built on the ruins of Lodz, Poland. It was ugly because evry building was armored against the acidic storms that sat over the city always, caused by the pollutants tossed out from the largest industiral city on the European mainland.

Administrator Delta sat at his desk, considering this new nation. He was a man who also held a great sense of power about him, but the power that comes from deception, secrecy and all things underhanded. And he was damned proud of it. What a magicly attuned person would sense about him was something otherworldly, yet perfectly normal. "Allright... I need a diversion from this place anyway." He flicked on a comm station. "This is Administrator Delta, Lord of the Combine States of Crimmond. What can I do for you?"

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Administrator Delta
Lord of the Crimmond Province
Head of the Crimmond Combine Alliance

(OOC Good to be rping with you again Crimmond. It is me, Kain.)


Ragaranathon smiled slightly, his smile reached further than it should in a odd way. His eyes reflected the blue light which flickered from the magical lights. The construct simply stood thier, motionless in it's observation of the device, making sure it did as it was made to do. If there were any faults, it would fix them as quickly as it's metal and darkwood hands would be capable of.

"It is good to know that such quick responces are held within such a nation as...Crimmond." The Highlord said, getting accustomed to the strange name of a nation. Of course, his own name was a mouthful for most people, a name which was highly strange for someone who appeared human.

"I wish to open diplomatic relations and trade. I am requiring a certain matieral in bulk, which I cannot mine or locate upon my own nation. It is a specific metal, one highly rare and high in it's ability to be shaped and imbued with magic. I am speaking of Tribulaton. I am curious to know if..Crimmond.. would have any of such matierals, for I would like to trade what we have for large amounts of it."

OOC: Kain... allright. At least someone will understand my Shentavo jokes still. lol

IC: Delta considered for a second. "I do not believe we have such a metal, but then again, I am no geologist. I shall endeavor to find out if we do or if we can artificially produce it." He paused, apparently typing in that request. "In the mean time... what could you offer us for any great amount of Tribulaton?"

"I can offer you Reith. It is rare, and highly sought after in itself. Allow me to explain what it is. Reith is a green or blue vine, one which is incredibly strong. It can be used to make extremely durable rope and rigging, but this is hardly it's prized attribute. Where Reith grows, and can only grow, is in areas of high chi energy. It is hard to say where these places are, and such places are few and far between. But we have an area where we grow such vines, and they are in high amounts at the moment."

"The vines can be used for enchanting items, used as bowstrings, or as fuel. As a fuel, it is a long lasting energy source. Simply ignite the vine and it will burn for hours. Hardly a alternative fuel source when used in small amounts, but there could be a use for it in industry due to it's low size and density compared to the duration and size of the flames. If you wished, you could visit our factories which use these vines as thier fuel source and enchantment of...the constructs."

#tagged, welcome back Kain...

(OOC Good to be back! But how the hell do I get rid of this guest status???)

Send an email to admin@nationstates.net

(I just made a new nation, this is the same)

(What the hell? I have had this e-mail verified, and I logged on as this profile, but it has not come up with a post count!)

Delta listened and hmmmed to himself. "We don't need another fuel source, having mastered fusion and plasma energies, but I'm sure our scientists and engineers would be overjoyed to look at such a plant. There could be commercial uses for it."

He pauses as a beep is heard. "We have deposits of the metal. Not overly large ones, but in the mountainous areas, we have large patches of it."