NationStates Jolt Archive

In the beginning, all was hell. With the sinking of Beleriand and the destruction rent upon the majority of Gabilgathol many were claimed by the rushing waters. A pitiful few managed to block the tunnels, deep down below the seas, and began the great task of digging back to the surface. For thousands of years they toiled, and they thrived once again. Great halls were hewn from the stone, precious gems and ores were extracted, and the tunnels to the surface stretched ever onward. The ages passed by, and humanity evolved to where it is these days, and still the dwarves toiled. Thousands of years after the sinking of Beleriand, Gabilgathol had long surpassed its past glory.


King Azaghâl III surveyed the work area; a team of ten dwarves hacked away at the stone with mithril pick-axes, each stroke hewing thick sheaves out of the rock wall.
“We’ve almost made it to the surface, lord.” Noted a nearby aide, “Not long yet.”
Azaghâl nodded, “Yes, but how will it have changed? We’ve been hidden for all these thousands of years, will we still be welcome?” Turning to a second aid, “Dain, are they ready?”
“Yes lord, of course.” He replied. Azaghâl was speaking of a group of select warriors designated to scouting the surrounding area once they had broken the surface.

Hurried cries erupted among the sounds soft thuds. The stone had ended, and the diggers were now tearing anxiously through the dirt with shovels. Soon, clumps of dirt held together with grass started coming out, and a single, pure ray of light shone through a gap. The huddled masses of diggers, soldiers, and commoners stopped and marveled at the sheer beauty. From the silence arose a single, slightly annoyed yell. “Come on then, dig the rest out!” The masses turned to see Azaghâl, their leader, glaring back at them; he pointed at the dirt and made a digging motion with his hands.
Hurriedly, the diggers returned to their work, and soon the tunnel mouth had enlarged to about ten feet wide and eight high.

“Well, come on then, send out the boys.” Came the muttered command from Azaghâl, “We don’t have forever.” Immediately after, a group of twenty dwarves, many the students of the arts of forestry passed down by their forefathers, swarmed out into the wilderness, each going his own separate way, each charting their passage on several sheafs of paper.


OOC: Yer, seeing as noone so far has had any (major) dwarf nations I thought I do one meself. Elaborations to be forthcoming, along with where the tunnel came out to.

If you ever want to hire out Dwarven mercenaries, let me know. They'd have a sweet tactical advantage, namely the fact that most bullets would be whizzing inches over their heads as they charged the enemy. :wink:

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The Caribbean Islander looked to his Caucasian companion. "Mon?"

"Yeah, Ziggy," Joe Marley, leader of the Drakonian Ecological Expedition looked to his ebony-skinned co-worker.

"Da mon's short." Ziggy Hatten pointed through the forest.

"That doesn't look like any man," Joe responded flipping through a book of the sentient races of the world of NationStates. "Hmm. Catpeople...Elves...Demi-Humans...ah, here we go. Dwarves." Joe looked to his Caribbean companion. "That's a Dwarf, only a few of them in the world. Wonder what they are doing, here."

Unconcerned, both men took a second to watch the Dwarf trundle on and then went back to their study of the local orchids. Dwarves or not the Drakonian Ecological Expedition was more in the area to study the plant life than the odd appearance of Dwarves, something rare in the World. Not to say that they weren't interested in the Dwarves, they were, but they were biologists, not diplomats.

(OOC: Yay! A dwarf nation! I used to have one. But I let it die off :( )

Tellek leaned back in his chair and swung around. It was a habit of his. After all, why have a swivel chair if you're not going to spin in it?

It was another tedious night of satellite watching. He never got the interesting satellites. Always the backwater regions for him. Why even bother having a spy satellite watch these places? He'll never know.

He glanced across the various screens and yawned. But with a bolt, he sat upright and squinted at one of the screens. "What have we here?"

Rapidly typing in some commands into the computer, he brought up the image in question onto a larger screen. "Someone dug a tunnel under there? Sending out spies? They're not very covert for spies..."

Tellek shrugged and sent the information onto his superior with sufficient priority level to make sure that it at least gets looked at.

“Well, what have they found?” Growled Azaghâl to his aide, Dain.
“Uh, precious little sir, naught but animals and dirt in the surrounding lands for thirty leagues in every direction, the scouts didn’t go any farther.” Came the mumbled reply.
“Well, get the boys out and started erecting towers there, there, and there, and a hall over there.” He said, pointing at two small hillocks, a taller, rockier peak and an open meadow.”
“Yes sir, right away.”
“Oh, and send up Durin.”

Moments later, a slightly less stocky than normal dwarf approached, elbowing his way through the work teams hauling large blocks of stone for construction.
“Ye sent fer me?”
“Yes, I need you to go and find any nearby inhabitations, caves, cities, towers and such.”
“Aye, I can do it fer ye.” And with that, Durin trudged back to the tunnel, re-emerging moments later laden with a large rucksack. He gave a slight wave, then disappeared into the underbrush.


OOC: This leaves it kinda open for interaction, so... enjoy.

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OOCly It's nice to see another dwarfen land, I created this one just in case and I felt sad that it NS had numerous elvish and orcs nations in those days. I felt no need to post since I didn't know what to post.

ICly At the great hall of Thrilhjem, the High Lord Isgjard II was bored. The stories of old time told of great battles and heroes, but now...there is nothing. But sometimes a foolhearthy pack of orcs stumbles into his realm, but it is rare occasions. And he felt alone, here in Underdark. The drowen lands wages war against another, but he knew of no dwarfs in the whole realm and beyond. He have looked everywhere for other dwarfen realms but have found only weak elvish and petty humans lands...

A small, black probe flew through the skies above where the satellite had spotted the new tunnel and possible espionage personnel moving out from it.

"They build fast," the Founder commented. "For someone with their level of technology, at least."

"They're dwarves, sir," said the officer who provided the probe feed at the meeting.

The Founder arched a brow, intrigued.

"Imagine what a trade agreement could get us, Founder," the Minister of Trade spoke up. "The dwarves probably have access to enormous amounts of ore - including mithril."

With a nod of agreement from the Founder, he asked, "Threat assessment?"

"Low," a general replied. "As you know, sir, their technological level is far inferior to ours. The technology that we have seen them use, that is. If approached the right way, dwarves can be...amiable...enough."

"Very well," said the Founder. "Send an envoy to them."

A small transport hovered momentarily near where the dwarven hall was being built before descending vertically, slowing down as it neared ground. A hatch opened up and a couple of humans in uniform stepped out and to the side. After them was an older man dressed in a suit, carrying a box that contained a gift. He waited to allow the dwarves to engage first.

Azaghâl turned at the sound, "Oi, what's this then?" He marveled at the metal bird, then his mind went to the stories of dragons told by his forefathers. "Boys, get up here, now!" Following that order, the ten-dwarf bodyguard tromped up and surrounded their leader, mithril axes and chainmail gleaming in the sunlight. Azaghâl fingered the large, two-handed axe on his back.

"What do ye want with us, man?" He shouted out.


OOC edit: Just wanted to let it be known that it has been established(over IRC), that the tunnel comes out near/inside the borders of Menelmacar, and I doubt Siri will mind the envoys.

[TAG] (Whatever that means. I have as yet to know its meaning but if it means, 'will post soon', then that is what i am implying :D )

The two men standing near the hatch readied themselves to draw their guns, but otherwise did not give away any physical indication of their preparation for trouble.

The one in the suitgave his best smile and spoke loudly so that his voice would cross the distance between him and the dwarf who asked the question. "Greetings, Master Dwarf. I am Torek, representative of the Dominion. As we have never made contact with you and your people before, we wish to offer this gift," he raised the box a little higher, "and become friends."

Azaghâl studied the man in the suit, then eyed the briefcase. After a few moments of thinking, he motioned for his men to lower their weapons, and sent one forward for the briefcase.
"I am King Azagâl III, of the kingdom of Gabil-gathol. Don't think me friendship is easy to garner, man, trinkets will not sway me."

The elf remained hidden as he saw the exchange of words between the two differences in technological developed races.

A dwarf!, the elf thought in stunned bafflement. My father once told me about them. But their kind was long extinct from the realm of mortals

I must send word of their existance to the council of twelve, he watched the other group of humans with distaste, Or else these mortals will exploit the dwarves

Cradling his pulse rifle closely and with his camo cloak about him, he blurred into the shadows and set off for home.

Torek handed the briefcase with a smile and a nod to the dwarf sent to retrieve it. Looking back at the leader, he said, "I sincerely hope that you will find it more useful than just a trinket, King Azaghâl. It is a map of the world."

He would not offer to show them how to operate holographic device capable of zooming in and out of any geographical location on the planet. It may be a matter of pride for the dwarves, after all. But if they asked...

One of the bodyguards fiddled with the briefcase for a while, prying it open with a small knife. He stared down at the insides, then started pressing various buttons.
"What sorcery is this, a map without parchment? How does one read it?"

"No sorcery," Torek assured. "We are not a magical people. If I may approach to show you how the map works?"

The dwarf eyed Torek, then handed back the briefcase.
Azaghâl furrowed his brow, "What age is it? We could not keep the time while we laboured."

"The popular calendar system in use might mean little to you," Torek said as he took the briefcase back, uncertain whether the return meant the dwarf did not want the gift or if it meant the dwarf wanted him to show how it worked. Either way, he brought the device back on and a holographic globe shot up out of the projector. "But it is the year 2004 AD. I would guess that it has been hundreds, if not thousands, of years since your people have been on the surface?"

The council of Twelve was astonished to hear of the existance of a Dwarven nation, and they argued against sending anyone to discover the fact of the matter.

"Our warriors are spread too thin, we currently have two expeditions in space, a commander is off who knows where and we are accused of terrorism in the Former Mordorians which we have sent one amongst the council to investigate and glean information, and an archmage is missing", argued Arondir Desilmir, minister of war.

"And", he continued, "there is a possible threat of alien invasion by the Zalcoor and we are mobilizing to aid The Five Civilised Nations"

"But we must know if what we heard is true!", Telathor Brightwing demanded, "It has been centuries since a dwarf was once seen. We must send a representative to them. Already it seems, the humans are swooping down upon them. We cant let a long-lived be humiliated in such a fashion even if he is a dwarf".

"And who shall we send?", Arondir questioned angrily.

"I will go", Telathor volunteered.

"No!! You are needed here for the empire! And you arent as young as you used to be", Arondir groaned in frustration, "Fine, I will go. The Imperial army and navy knows what to do without me anyway".

"As you so wish", Telathor stood and bowed as did the rest of the council.

"What have I got myself into", Arondir muttered quietly.

Azaghâl thought for a moment on the date, "The Rending ocurred in the year forty of the Second Age of the Sun, by our calendar. I fear it means as little to you as your calendar does to us."
Upon the activation of the map, Azaghâl's retinue ooh-ed an aaah-ed. He strode up to Torek and peered at the map.
"Aye, much has changed, I recognize none of this.."

Arondir cursed continuosly as he was being flown to the location of the dwarven sightings in an ancient grav vehicle. "This is pointless!", he muttered the hundredth time as he readied his ceremonial dress and checked his sword in its scabbard.

Arondir was going alone for he needed no guard for what he hoped would be just another diplomatic mission. Where's Lerathin when you need him, he cursed again, in his mind this time.

He was fast approaching the area, and he hoped that he could leave as soon as possible. Arondir knew that according to history, some dwarves would not welcome an elf...

The Dominion representative nodded in dismay, "I do not recognize that calendar system."

He typed in some commands onto the miniature keyboard and the globe flattened to resemble a 2D map. A point on the map started blinking. Pointing to the blinking spot, he said, "This is where we are, just inside of Menelmacar, elven lands."

He typed in another command, and the blinking spot enlarged to show the immediate surroundings of where they were standing. "See that range of hills and that line of trees over there? This map can zoom in enough to show you the exact same hills and tree from the same angle. You can use this to visit the world over without leaving this very spot."

(OOC: Sorry, I gotta. I might be back later tonight. No later than Sunday.)

Azagâl nodded his approval, "A wondrous item, master Torek. This, Menelmacar, who rules here?"

(OOC: Back earlier than I thought. But I probably won't make much of an appearance on Saturday)

"Lady Sirithil," Torek replied. "Use this command interface and select this option..." A holographic panel pops up with stats on the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar. "It brings up a brief description of the selected country, including political leanings, currency used, and leaders. The system is quite easy to use once you get used to it."

"Oi, yer Emperor shir. Den Shubterranyun Shonar found a reshent rishe in motion beneath the ground. Den firsht ashumpshun ish that they're dwarvsh," said Captian Shef in his slightly annoying Englaiecan.

"You found this on a completely random subterranean scan?" Inquired the Emperor in reply.

"Yesshir."

"So you mean that in a few years, there could be a large dwarf population in this very country?"

"Yesshir."

"Totally!"

"Could ye relay a message to this Lady Sirithil? Maybe tell 'er we're here and wishing ta talk? As ye can see, we've no means to do so ourself."

"Of course," Torek said with a friendly smile and a nod. "There is a communication system in the transport. You can give the message yourself if you so wish."

Azaghâl chuckled, "Many things have changed I see, such marvels. Show me to this 'communication system' then, master Torek."

The Dominion personnel gestured toward the entrance to the transport. "This way, please."

He walked through the hatch and into a spacious room furnished with well-cushioned couches. A large screen dominates the front wall, and tables and chairs filled nooks and crannies. Torek went to one of these tables and tapped a console. Part of the table slid back and a keyboard and screen rose out of the table. He typed in a few things to bring up the communications program, then asked, "Would you prefer a text message, voice, or visual feed?"

Azaghâl peered at the console, then at the keyboard, "It seems that this 'text' would be easiest." He strides to the console, and after several moments of pressing buttons muddles out a short message and moments later sends it.
"We've got lots of work ta do, but I'd hate ta shun ye, the hall should be ready in a few days, maybe ye'd come back then for a more formal talk?"

"It would be my pleasure," Torek said, still with the smile. "Ah! Here's something else for you."

He strode over to another table and picked up a cell phone, and punched a few things in, deleting everything and locking it out save for one number. Presenting it to Azaghâl, he said, "This is a cell...a communications device. Just flip it open and hit that green button. It's automatically set to call me - or, my assistant, rather. If you need to get in touch with me or the Dominion, feel free to use it."

"Aye, thanks. You're not that bad, for a man." Azaghâl grins at his own joke, and a few of his retinue, listening from outside, chuckle. He tucks the cell phone into a pocket under his armour then tromps out of the transport, his guard forming up around him.

Torek grinned as well, and bowed deeply. "Why, thank you, King Azaghâl. Have a pleasant day."

When the dwarf left, the two Dominion soldiers reentered the transport and the hatch closed behind them.

"Take us home," Torek told the pilots, then settled onto one of the comfortable sofas.

I just might get a promotion from this one.

The 'metal bird' that had passed overhead was, in fact, over three hundred meters long... and it came around in a vast sweeping arc, only to set down in a field near the dwarven tower-line...

...a bird she was not; rather, she was a ship. Void-black and blood-red and sun-golden, sleek, deadly, and lined with weapons... and in shimmering luminescent golden tengwar, the Elven-script of old, lay the word Gilthoniel. Star-kindler.

A staircase descended from a forward section of the hull, extending groundwards. A door opened... down came soldiers, two of them, in shimmering golden armor... they carried rifles, and flags, blue-bordered white flags bearing a complex sigil of a solar disc, an eagle with outstretched wings, an olive wreath... and the daggerstar of the House of Fëanor. The two soldiers set the flags into little holders at the base of the stairs, and the banners snapped smartly in the breeze.

Next came a vision of beauty itself - an Elven woman, tall and fair, her long sun-golden hair and shimmering red robes blowing about her in the breeze. She looked about upon stepping onto the ground, for whomever might be here to greet her.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
Regent of Lavenrunz
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"Finally the people of Aüle appeared, they dwelled in their manors of stone for too long", said the ShadowPrince, suddenly realizing that he never had seen a dwarf.

"Weren't those dwarves the ones who killed King Thingol inside our own halls?, according to the legends, of course", asked the Counselor, a Dark robed noble.

"Are you going to remember that grudge?, your heart contains more resentment than the stone hearts of those deep dwellers, that age is long gone. Our swords and their axes have not reasons to face each other now", answered the Prince, smiling at his advisor.

OOC: A delicate and nice TAG. Good job, we needed a dwarf nation in this universe...

Azaghâl stood for a moment, uncomprehending, before recognizing the sigil. He removes his helmet and motions for his retinue to follow suit. He bows his head to the elf then dons his helmet once more.

“So, I assume ye’re Lady Sirithil of Menelmacar? I’m King Azaghâl III, of the domain of Gabil-gathol, and I seem tave dug inta yer backyard, many ‘pologies.”

At the great hall of Thrilheim the High Lord Isgjard II is once more bored, mayby things will change today...

The head of engineering walks towards Isgjard II with pride in his strides.

"Sire, I have most excellent news for you."
"Well speak then and enlighten me."
"With "technology" we have developed and bought and by other means aquirred we have built a "radio"."
"A "radio" what does it do? Is it a weapon?"
"No no Sire, a "radio" sends messages and recieve messages from other "radios". With the "radio" we can talk with other persons that got "radios"."
"Well what good is it for then, we know of no one with this "radio", do we?"
"Well...Sire...true. We know thru listening to "radio" that many Humans and other possesses the "radio", one good thing about this "radio" is that we can search after other Dwarfs more easily, if they have the "radio"."
"It sounds good. Start listening to the "radio" and send messages. Try to find me some dwarfish kins."
"Very well Sire. I will do your biding."

It seems that this is gonna be a busy day, Arondir mused quietly to himself as he saw the clearing that they were gonna land.

The gravship slowed down as it approached its destination, power surging through its ancient hull as the landing skids lowered and the gravship touched the earth beside a massive ship. Arondir went to the door as it slid open and walked out into the field directly towards the dwarfs, his ceremonial armour gleaming. It seems that I am not the only elf here, as he saw the elven script on the massive ship.

"I come here as a representative of the Elvarin empire, honoured dwarfs", Arondir bowed as he said this all the while his eyes moving over at the other elven delegation his eyes stopping at the female elf for far too long a moment before his mind returned to the duty at hand.

" I am Counselor Arondir Desilmir, Of The House Of Tel Amon, and i would like to speak to your leader".

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Counselor Arondir Desilmir Of The Ministry Of War
Of The House Of Tel Amon

Azaghâl stood for a moment, uncomprehending, before recognizing the sigil. He removes his helmet and motions for his retinue to follow suit. He bows his head to the elf then dons his helmet once more.

“So, I assume ye’re Lady Sirithil of Menelmacar? I’m King Azaghâl III, of the domain of Gabil-gathol, and I seem tave dug inta yer backyard, many ‘pologies.”
Sirithil laughed; it was a gentle, musical sound. When she spoke, her voice was regal and imperious, yet kind; elegant, cultured, musical; and her smile was as warm as the rays of the sun. "It seems my reputation precedes me," she said, bowing her head slightly in return. "It is the greatest of pleasures to meet you, and having come up here on the frontiers of my lands is no fault of your own. It has been far too long since we have had contact with the Dwarf-lords of old - or rather, one of their descendants, I'd wager. I am sure the old friendships will grow strong again."

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Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
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"Ah", the high Dwarfmage said, as he looked at the reports, "our cousins have re-emerged. Perhaps, at last, it is time for us to re-enter the world. those holograph/ illusion spells we developed have kept us well in our isolation, but if the Gabil-gathol clan of the Dwarves return, perhaps the time has come.."

"But sire!" his younger nephew, Dargul exclaimed, " Won't they still despise us for our use of Magic?"

"No more than our advanced technology." Shar, his wife, replied.

The high Dwarfmage exclaimed, "Bah, We're Dwarves, and they must be warned about the treachery of the Elves. If nothing else, our nations must stand together against their encroachments. And if they see us use magic, well, as one of the humans once wrote, 'Any technology, sufficiently advanced, is indistinguishable from Magic,' So, we'll pass it off as tech."

And, after much debate, a heavily armed dwarven Ninja-cop and his diplomatic charge were dispatched to give greetings to his kin.

Azaghâl nodded slowly, “Aye, I am the great great great great grandnephew of the first Azaghâl, who died at the Battle of Unnumbered Tears. I too would like to re-kindle the old friendships between Dwarf and Elf.” He pauses for a moment, then notices Arondir, “That would be me, honoured elf. I am King Azaghâl of the domain of Gabil-gathol, why would ye be wanting to talk with me?”


OOC: Sorry about the delay, I was waiting for a certain pointy-eared devil...

OOC: Devil! Where!!!?? :wink:

IC: "To assist you in anyway in your return amongst nations, honoured one", Arondir bowed again as he stated this.

As he stood back up, he continued, "Your kind are a precious few in a universe gone insane. And therefore we are what the humans would call it, 'in the same boat'".

Getting to the point, he finished, "We would wish to forge an alliance between your nation and ours".

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Counselor Arondir Desilmir Of The Ministry Of War
Of The House Of Tel Amon

President James Verian-Saiyoko was eating his favorite sandwich, a club house made by the guard barracks chef, when an aide rushed in with a disc in hand and the biggest grin Verian had ever seen.

"What is is Tommy?" James chuckled.

"Here sir," the aide said as he inserted the disc into the computer console built into the modular desk and brought up a satellite video of a tunnel, a hall, and several towers. Some sort of advanced ship was landed near the clearing and what appeared to be elven runes were insribed on the side. The view zoomed into the short people emerging from the hole in the ground until James could see them clearly.

He laughed out loud then turned to his aide, "What's so special about a nch of midgets with axes and mail playing dwarf?" he chuckled.

The aide's grin turned into a beaming smile, "they ARE dwarves".

James' sandwich dropped from his hands onto the ground, then a hundred ideas rushed into his head at once as they tended to do, as was his nature he stood up and starting giving out orders quickly. "Prepare a chopper for me, wait no, I have to greet the Hattians, send me my brother, I'll send him, and start checking for mountain ranges or other suitable areas within our country that we can give to them" he ordered.

A few minutes later, the mountain report was on his console in front of him, and his brother entered the office. "Sir! It is an honour, as always" he said, snapping a quick salute despite the fact that he wasn't wearing his major's uniform, or a uniform of any sort.

"Damnit man, how many times do I have to tell you, don't salute me or call me sir except at ceremonies, you ARE my brother afterall" James chuckled.

"You seem to forget that I am adopted" James' brother Kelvin reminded him.

"Very well, I'm sure you received a quick briefing, theres a report on the helo thats warmed up and waiting for you. You are to greet the dwarves, go through the normal welcoming nonsense, and then opening up diplomatic relations. Then offer them the...escalade mountain range along with transportation and a whole slew of technologies including tanks and other weapons. Then do whatever you feel necessary, I have to many things on my mind to make up proper decisions, with the Hattians on their way and all" James ordered.

"Consider it done" Kelvin replied as he saluted mockingly and walked out of the office.

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OOC: Devil! Where!!!?? :wink:

IC: "To assist you in anyway in your return amongst nations, honoured one", Arondir bowed again as he stated this.

As he stood back up, he continued, "Your kind are a precious few in a universe gone insane. And therefore we are what the humans would call it, 'in the same boat'".

Getting to the point, he finished, "We would wish to forge an alliance between your nation and ours".

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Counselor Arondir Desilmir Of The Ministry Of War
Of The House Of Tel Amon

Azaghâl slowly appraised Arondir, noting the uncharacteristic bluntness uncommon in elves. "Aye, I've heard nothing from my kin as of yet..." His shoulders slump slightly before he stands straight again. "I've planned a more formal meeting in several days, once the hall is complete and other preparations have been completed." Azaghâl turned, as to address both of the elves, "Can I expect a delegation from both of your nations?"

Arondir laughed as he replied, "I am the delegation", and bowed again.

"I have no need of warriors to guard my back, or advisors to whisper in my ear. For as a delegation, The elvarin empire has sent you one of the council of Twelve, the ruling government of our nation".

Arondir stood up proudly and grinned, "Besides, I rather drink all of your legenadary ale by myself than being obliged to share it amongst my subordinates".

"It is my intention to stay hereabouts until your hall is ready, or if you wish, join in the construction. And while I am in Menelmacar territory, I shall ask them if they would permit me to hunt in their forest", and he turned to the other elven delegation as he said this, awaiting a responce.

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Counselor Arondir Desilmir Of The Ministry Of War
Of The House Of Tel Amon

The poor young dwarf, Elg, sent out to bridge the gap between the kindred Dwarves, and his companion bagan their journey. It was to be an arduous one, as men had grown strong, and Elves plentiful, but neither Dwarf wished a confrontation just yet.

Utilizing a parachutes, Rock climbing, and other techniques, they managed to arrive just as the foul Elf tricked the newly-emerged and naive Dwarflord into allowing him into their realm.

"Nooooo!!" Elg cried, as he leapt from above, "you must not forge an alliance with the..."*smack*
He got up, brushing himself off, and said, "you.. don't understand the Elves' treachery. For it was they, banding together with the humans, who hunted us almost to extinction! They betrayed us at the pass of Ungol-Thak, And hunted us through the lands of Sherin-Kar! Our records state it was Them who banished you underground!!!"

His body gaurd just sighed, then slipped around the room, almost silently, with one exception...about twenty feet over the head of the Elven Ambassador, his foot slipped, dislodging a bit of gravel...

OOC: *looks at your post count and creation date* errrrr righty ooooo. If it werent so comical..I would have been insulted. :? . And I am gonna assume that you talked out loud to the dwarfs of Gabil-gathol.

IC: Arondir burst into movement, gracefully dodging the fallin gravel and gazed up to see what the emperor awful foolish declaration was about. Hmm more dwarfs, but these ones seem to be insane, he grimaced.

"Ho up there!", he called. "Get down before you break your necks".

Shaking his head, Arondir knew that these dwarfs were goin to cause trouble. I will finally see one of their more famous dwarfish trait, he smiled inwardly.

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Counselor Arondir Desilmir Of The Ministry Of War
Of The House Of Tel Amon

The Head of Engineering was running up the Great Hall of Thrilheim to tell his High Lord wonderous news.

"Sire...we learned of indications that dwarfs have emerged in the land of Menelmacar."
"Excellent. Go there now."
"Sire I can not to that.
"Why?"
"It is a very long way from here, we will require assistance."
"From whom then?"
"I recommend the human lands of Derto. They are close to us and they are not elves or drows."
"Good. See to it and I will send my son. It will be good practise for him."
"As you say mi Lord."

In the office of Colonel Abner Dowling, the Foreign Minister. Dowling got a very interresting request. A dwarfish nation wanted help with transportation to another dwarf nation. He couldn't believe his eyes. But after he contacted the Leader, who wanted to use this opportunity to forge bounds with Dwarfen realm to get help and resources. So Abner sat down at wrote a offical answer approving the request.

ooc: yesss.... you're only about a month older, and I have extensive table-top rp experience. the point is to be comically inept, as the charactors in question are about 3rd level D&d, but are trying to do the job of a 10th level or more :roll:

IC:The bodygaurd, Hirak, said to himself, "Damn!" then easily repelled down the surface. looking at the Elven ambassador, he softly said, "Damn your Elven Ears." He then walked over to the young Dwarf and hit him in the solar plexus, saying, "Haven't I told you never to leap into unknown situations? You have a job to do, and interupting this ceremony is NOT the way to do it!" He punctuated Each sentance with a punch to the abdomen, a kick to the chest, or a slap to the face.

Elg was growing quite tired of this, and struck out, attacking his bodygaurd with a short-axe, which Hirak deftly avoided.
All the while, the fight bringing the Dwarves closer to the Elven lord...

Upon the positive answer to Isgjard II 's request, his elder son Dunil prepared to leave and when the Dertonian helicopter arrived he was not slow on boarding the transport and was soon flown to a airport in Derto and was transferred to a jetplan for the flight to Menelmacar.

"This is flight 343 from Derto requesting permission to enter Menelmacarian airspace. Please respond. Over."

Then the pilot turns towards his passenger, a dwarf named Dunil, and asks.
"Where exactly did the other dwarfs emerge?"
"It was in the borderlands of Menelmacar. It was your High Lord that deemed that we would go through the pesky lands of elvish Menelmacar."
"Yes, but I believed that this whole thing would run smooter, if we where open and friendly to the Menelmacarians. We would have to pass their airspace, why not make it offical."
"Ay, I do believe you're right."

OOC: yes and so have I :wink: . I play as an Elven ranger (who could have guessed of such a thing...) in d&d. Of course it is usually spent laughing for the whole day instead of killing stuff but hey, thats d&d for u.... And rereading my earlier post, jeez that sounded prudish so oops and sorry. But can you make it more clearer when you are writing.., tabletop rp is fine but when it comes to writing and structure sentence, please be clear. By the way, your two characters remind me of someone i know once..

IC: Arondir was astonished at the situation unfolding before him, debating whether to just move out of the way or interfere.

Of course he chose the latter...

"Cease and desist this immediately", he called out worriedly. "You may lose a limb or more likely a head if this continues". They didnt seemed to be listening.

Oh well, body on the line and all that.., and he leapt into the combat, and proceeded to disarm the two dwarfs with lightning skill. His arm arced out and grabbed an axe that was to behead him by the handle and leapt over the dwarf, twisting the weapon from the stout being.

"Now, fight with your fists at least if you cant solve your arguments without blades", Arondir said this from a distance, dropping the axe to the ground and smiled in amusement. Now if that wont stop them bashing each other, at least I presented myself as another viable target

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Counselor Arondir Desilmir Of The Ministry Of War
Of The House Of Tel Amon

Meanwhile, the unmarked Rhinaran probe secretly watched over the new arrivals that met the dwarves.

"We have competition, I see," said the Minister of Trade, looking at the probe's footage off of a large screen in his office.

"With even more on their way," said the voice of General Korell over the private vidcomm channel. "My boys have spotted other parties headed straight for that dwarven hall. Including Derto."

The minister nodded. "And no doubt with all sorts of gifts and offers to get the dwarves on their side."

"I'd say that Menelmacar is the only real threat," the general said. "We're in a position to offer those dwarves more than any other nation save for that one. And Menelmacar might not hog all the trade opportunities to itself. But I stress the might."

"We've had trade agreements with Menelmacar before," the minister stated. "And we've never been on its bad side, so I'd say our future chances of being on friendly trading terms with Menelmacar and those dwarves won't be too bad."

A snort, and the general said, "We'll see how good Menelmacar's memory is, then."

OOCly A little correction...Derto have no intressest in the Dwarfs of
Gabil-gathol. We are mearly transporting a Dwarfen delegate from Dwarfen realm.

Deep underneath Tahar Joblis. A tracking map of the vast world glows in garish false colors softly on the wall, tracking geological disturbances in a time lapsed cycle. Dimly lit with one door, one wall of the room is marked with military codings. A table and three chairs, two occupied, are the only pieces of furniture.

"Our intel sources agree with our mapping projection... the Missing Ones have found themselves in the Menelmacari borderlands. Dangerous situation."

"It's not my fault. Besides, the last time I talked to cousin Morlin was twenty years ago. This is going to be a royal mess."

"True. We should try getting ahold of the Gabils anyway, though. It's high time, and who knows what ill moves they may make... the Menelmacari are troublesome."

(OOC: OOCly, I know, but ICly, Rhinara doesn't :) )

Azaghâl watched the scuffle silently for a moment, un-blinking, until an axe was drawn.
“Oi, you three stop it, right now,” he bellowed, motioning his guards to surround the two foreign dwarves and the elf. Each guard sported mithril arms, armour, and various scars, most likely garnered in battles against the many beasts lurking underground. Archers set up around the tunnel ran forward, crossbows at the ready.


OOC: Ack, got sucked into BGII, thus why I haven't posted in a while.

Time for... A rune-encrusted, mithril filigreed BUMP!

then Hirak turned to Elg, and smiled. He winked, and pulled a small black bag from beneath his armor.

As the room had grown quite quiet in the wake of Azaghâl's order, he was clearly heard to say, "If this had been a real battle, the explosives in this bag would have taken down the entire hall."

Elg smiled, then said, "We had to know how you'd react to our battle. If this skinny, long-eared elf hadn't been so quick, we would have gotten close enough to him to make it really interesting"

At this point, the Confiscated axe began to hum.

"Oh, no!" Yelled Hirak, and made a runnig jump, covering the axe with his own body. There was a bright flash, and all that remained of the gaurd was a charred corpes, with a hole right through his torso, about an inch in diameter.

Elg, who had watched in astonishment, Yelled out the order,"Stay away from the axe! the control mechanism for the lazer must be malfunctioning!"

"Well," Sirithil said softly, "That was certainly... interesting..." She looked around, a bit confused and flustered. "I should hope that such... interruptions won't recur." She tried to smile at the dwarf-lord. "They won't, right?"

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Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
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