Halna
12-04-2008, 03:47
A large black shape crawls against the pinpoints of lights in the background. The massive, hulking spaceship quietly works it's way to a nearby star system.
Only one living person, well, not really person per say, demi-god describes him better. He stands in the middle of the room, short white hair, loose fitting red garb, skin as pale as a blank sheet of paper. He looks to be no more than thirty years of age. He is incredibly handsome, even with his strange skin and pure black eyes.
He stands with his arms folded behind his back, feet apart, in a very military fashion. A cape is draped loosely over his shoulders, dark, velvet red. He stares into a computer screen, showing hundreds of coordinates of thousands of planets.
He touches a small point on the screen, bringing up the statistics of the planet. He mumbles something. "Habitable.... right.... uh-uh."
He touches another button, and the ship lumbers into motion.
As it slowly reaches the planet, the man touches another button. He concentrates for a second, and writing scrawls across the screen. He presses another button, and the message flashes throughout the galaxy.
Hello. My name is Halna LeGavilk, and I have returned from millenia of self-imposed exile. I am running low on supplies, one supply really: souls. The souls of beings, sentient or not, are what power my ship and allow me to live and produce my arcane magics.
I am looking for some one willing to trade live beings, the more sentient and powerful, the better. I am in dire need of souls. I am willing to trade Arcane Magic, and the technology of my ship, the Quadernus, if needed, and am willing to sell myself as a mercenary if necessary.
Anyone willing to trade, here are the coordinates:[COORDINATES ENCLOSED].
Cheers,
-Halna LeGavilk.
OOC:About my, ahem, 'country' (I use the term lightly). It is made of a single, 2 mile long ship, about 5,000 robotic worker-soldiers, and one demi-god.
He is incredibly powerful, with huge regeneration abilities, an incredibly high intelligence, powerful arcane magic, super-advanced technology, and the souls of a few million people.
Of course, souls are burned through at about a hundred thousand a day, running the ship, and himself, and even more whenever he casts spells or uses his tech, so it's kinda balanced if that his flow of souls is inturrupted he can't fight, or move, and basically just dies.
His ship is incredibly, incredibly powerful though, so watch out.
Only one living person, well, not really person per say, demi-god describes him better. He stands in the middle of the room, short white hair, loose fitting red garb, skin as pale as a blank sheet of paper. He looks to be no more than thirty years of age. He is incredibly handsome, even with his strange skin and pure black eyes.
He stands with his arms folded behind his back, feet apart, in a very military fashion. A cape is draped loosely over his shoulders, dark, velvet red. He stares into a computer screen, showing hundreds of coordinates of thousands of planets.
He touches a small point on the screen, bringing up the statistics of the planet. He mumbles something. "Habitable.... right.... uh-uh."
He touches another button, and the ship lumbers into motion.
As it slowly reaches the planet, the man touches another button. He concentrates for a second, and writing scrawls across the screen. He presses another button, and the message flashes throughout the galaxy.
Hello. My name is Halna LeGavilk, and I have returned from millenia of self-imposed exile. I am running low on supplies, one supply really: souls. The souls of beings, sentient or not, are what power my ship and allow me to live and produce my arcane magics.
I am looking for some one willing to trade live beings, the more sentient and powerful, the better. I am in dire need of souls. I am willing to trade Arcane Magic, and the technology of my ship, the Quadernus, if needed, and am willing to sell myself as a mercenary if necessary.
Anyone willing to trade, here are the coordinates:[COORDINATES ENCLOSED].
Cheers,
-Halna LeGavilk.
OOC:About my, ahem, 'country' (I use the term lightly). It is made of a single, 2 mile long ship, about 5,000 robotic worker-soldiers, and one demi-god.
He is incredibly powerful, with huge regeneration abilities, an incredibly high intelligence, powerful arcane magic, super-advanced technology, and the souls of a few million people.
Of course, souls are burned through at about a hundred thousand a day, running the ship, and himself, and even more whenever he casts spells or uses his tech, so it's kinda balanced if that his flow of souls is inturrupted he can't fight, or move, and basically just dies.
His ship is incredibly, incredibly powerful though, so watch out.