NationStates Jolt Archive

((This thread is an rp forum for anyone who wants to join. its setting is in a country hall in the green grassy plains of Aurolayas. in the village of Gedwyn. No weapons are allowed but who is to say who brought one to assasinate another leader. Servants and government officials are allowed to join also. The purpose of this meeting is to increase trade, peace and alliances between nations both inside and outside of the Shadowlands))

Arcane entered the small hall dressed in his usual black coat with gold trim. The leader of Aurolayas was not sure how many would come to this meeting but he hoped many more than what he expected. Walking over to a samll table he poured himself a glass of spiced wine before replacing the pitcher. Arcane ahd servants yet he didnt treat them like slaves and he was quite capable of getting himself a drink. Sitting down at the table he took another sip and waited for someone else to arrive

The immortal and eternal Emperor of the Omega Imperium Asmodeus Omega Hellsing arrives on the back of a Hemsko av Apokalypsen. He runs around naked to prove he is not armed. He reclothes (in black ofcourse) and sits on a toad stool.

The Omega Imperium offers a cease fire and end to hostilities in return for intelligence of the Neutral Lands and its associates. Terrorist with intentions to cause harm to any Imperium citizen must be turned over to the Hand Of Black Sunshine for inquisition.

Lileil, ruler of the Empire of the Venamoid enters the house and sits down to negotiate the peace and trade treaties...
Lileil speaks "Hail to all"
"As the peace and trade talks commence with the shadowlands, I will not make any agreement with the land of freedmen, only with the nation of aurolayus does the Venamoid wish to speak with"....
"My nation will provide soldiers for any battles the shadowland nations might require assistance, however this is to be reemburst with a money agreement"
"Also the Venamoid will trade in it's most growing industries, such as auto mobile, arms industry, metals and ores for any use, and also in it's space program...".... :sniper:

Arcane was clearly surprised at the Forwardness of the first two guests of the talks. Fremen was just a small country and He saw no reason why they would be bias against it. (it belongs to a friend of Plexes) Yet it was not so unpleasant on what some might think. Immedietly they put forward what they could bargain with.

Arcane smiled, this talks were going well already.

"Welcome gentlemen, i see you have recieved and accepted my Invitation although it might be prudent to wait for some more eighbours to appear before thet alks officially begin"

his royal highness king Michael of Talsien arrives in a sweeping blue robes of the finest silk.

"We have come for the talks and wish for no conflict so please respect our rights as we respect yours.

We seek a Military Alliance with the shadow lands and her allies. :mp5:

We also seek a trade agreement with the night shade triumverate :)

Lileil sits waiting for more neighbours to arrive....
He speaks..
" Very well, we shall wait for others..."
" And greeting to King of Talsien, welcome to the summit.."
"We also wait on the last member of the triumvirate, he has agreed among us, but his nation will also put forward what they are willing to trade and bargian with..."

Welcomes the new arrivals and decieds that toad stools are stupid and summons a Nightshade Mushroom Fungi Chair. Looks around. This is lame... Lileil raises good points on behalf of both The omega Imperium and The Venamoid.
Any terrorist actions :mp5: will be delt with harshly :sniper:
Incursions into Impeial territory :headbang: will be contered immediatly.

As Lord Dekar, the renowned military leader and great tyrant of Varrok enters the summit he is immediately greeted by a loyal minion.
"Here is your glass of fresh ale milord" cowers the minion
"Aye you have served me well minion now take your place in the lobby"
"How are you all gentlemen?" Lord Dekar puts forward to his fellow Triumvirs and the leader of Aurolayas.
"This peace and trade agreement had caused much debate within the lands of Varrok, but since I am the Tyrant I have agreed to accept this agreement.
But know this, at the first sign of treachery, the Lands of Varrok will immediately withdraw and call for action among the other two members of the Triumvirate. However if all Nations commit to their word, then I wish a prosperous agreement to all involved"
After saying this, the minion re-enters and talks privately to Lord Dekar. After a few moments of speech Lord Dekar excuses himself for a few minutes...

Now all 3 members of the nightshade triumvirate are present the meeting begins.
Lileil speaks first " Ahh....greetings to yee Lord Dekar, good to see you made it." ...
"It is great to see that all 3 of us are agreed in a trade tresty, and it seeems we are all for the mutual peace between our 2 regions, so now we discuss furtheractions and deals with the shadowlands."
"What do you wish to put forward for the shadowlands?."

As the minion brushes the floor before Lord Dekar rises from his throne he whispers. "Milord have I missed anywhere?”
Lord Dekar ignores the worthless plebeian as he stands, and since the minion was not quick enough to move his hand it received several puncture wounds because of the bone spikes on Dekar’s boot.
"Milord please let me remove my hand; I must remain in good health to serve you at my best"
"Pitiful fool, I don’t need you to serve me when i have millions more loyal minions, and several billion gold bullions to buy many more"
As Dekar unsheathes his sword the minion struggles to remove his hand but the spikes are buried firmly into the ground, with a swift blow down the centre of the minions skull, Dekar ends the pitiful souls life.
"See that sheer power I just displayed, this is what I value, I seek weapons, armour and battlements from this treaty, as I do run an armed republic and they are the major parts of war. In return I have many fine skills in building, crafting, metallurgy and alchemy. This is just a small offering and much more can be given, if what received is of my liking".
With this Lord Dekar sits and another loyal minion comes to remove the hand from the bottom of Dekar’s foot.

Asmodeus laughs manically as the minion's blood rises off the floor and gathers in an orb before his mushroom.

"Hmm I was getting a bit hungry, thanks for lunch Dekar. I wish to get this meeting over with. I need to rest I have been up for like 2 hours, this bores me." the orb of blood slowly spirals and slides down the Emperor's throat.
"Okay, since we are all here...GET ON WITH IT. Got any more tasty treats Dekar, I still thirst."

To the rear of the room soft laughter can be heard, complimented by slow, deliberate clapping. When the sounds stop, a hooded figure steps from the darkness. Shadow shrouding all features.

"Piffle" she speaks, “And you call yourselves men?”

She reaches forward and removes the dark hood to reveal herself to those that behold her. She is Odium – ruler of the Borderlands. With a side tipped head she sizes up the children in the room, looking through them with eyes that suggest the occurrence of more then one mind behind them.

“Yes, simply pitiful” she muses before returning to her chair in the darkness … laughing once again.

As Dekar rises to speak he looks across the room into every shadowy corner.
"Are there anymore imbeciles in this summit?. Is there no one else that wants to waste valuable time insulting our manhood?. Obviously Odium is kept in the shadow for a reason but what is that? You all ask, the answer is simple, to be quite frank she is, well, hideous. To stand and speak without putting forward either a want or demand from this treaty just goes to re-affirm her lack of intelligence. This quite simply shows that women should be kept in the kitchen. So Odium, for your sake it would be best to keep your mouth closed until you have your advisors think of something for you to say". He continues, "Aurolayas if this insolence continues I will have no problem in leaving the summit, I rule a Nation i cannot afford to waste time on mere scum, either tell Odium to leave or simply be quiet as we have important business to attend to"
Once again Dekar takes his seat.

The sudden silence and intrusions brings Lileil forth to speak.....

" It would seem this summit is not as secure as one hoped it was thought, so shall we ignore this lilem and proceed with our conference or shall we elect someone to dispose of the problem?. It is not in the intrests of the Venamoid Empire to create a conflict during this peace talk, however as an in organic intelligent machine lifeform I am capable of re activating my in built weapon systems and taking care of the problem, but only under a majority decsion of course".....

With that Lileil looked at each member present at the summit waiting for a reply......

Laird Kil a Shara sneaks into the conference in a camel hair kilt with a shirt made from spider's web. He brings a large wooden chair and sits. He watches the actions of with disgust.

“Ugly? And that somehow makes me unintelligent my child?” Odium questions with a slightly angered undertone. Her voice breaks and acquires an electric tone as two red glowing ovals pierce through the dark.

“You think she was brought here by Aurolayas … or that she even knows of him? She sits at the shoulder of one of your own precious triumvirate members, fool. She is here for the sake of interest. To consider whether it is worth her while to join in this interest with her significant. You displease her – this is dangerous. If you do not watch yourself, you could find yourself displeasing me … which is far worse. You could find yourself dealing with me, instead of her … it is not something I would recommend”. This new voice pauses, as low laughing returns. Her electric laughter fades back into normalcy as the red glow dissipates.

Odium stands to allow light to outline her hooded figure. “Forgive her, Lilithy has a wicked tounge. I share interest here. If this makes you uncomfortable Dekar, I will take my interests elsewhere and deny the offers I have received from members of your region. I have no demands. Forgive me for not being such an upfront child snatching for blocks at which to play with. My want is very little here. To be honest, I am currently unimpressed with what I find here, until such a time as this is changed by possible further proceedings I find it rather unnecessary for me to put forward anything constructive. I did not have any direct hostility towards you - I mean no great harm. I find difficulty seeing you all as men, based on your overdone show of violent power here – it allows me to assume you are all overcompensating for something”. Odium sits again, “Perhaps you all could prove me wrong … stop snatching blocks and put something useful on the table?”.

After a short pause Odium continues, "Again I apologise". She leans forward, again allowing slight illumination to creep over her. “I could always leave?”

The Nightshade Mushroom underneath Asmodeus disappears in a cloud of dark purple smoke that swirls around a dark figure. Slowly, the figure transmogrifies, growing three sets of wings. The smoke scatters to the four corners as all light is extinguished in the shadows of jet black storm clouds. A blinding bolt of magenta lightning is followed by a deafening roar from the dark figure, now draconian in appearance. Its head slowly surveys the gathering with its eyes penetrating the darkness, one red, one blue and one purple.

"DEKAR YOU ARE A FOOL NOT TO RECOGNISE MY BRIDE. YOU HAVE INSULTED THE EMPRESS OF THE OMEGA IMPERIUM AND HAVE THEREFORE INSULTED ME. BY EVEN THINKING THAT THE GREAT ODIUM WAS HERE BEHIND AUROLAYAS IS A SYMBOL OF YOUR LOWER INTELLIGANCE."

Electricity runs along Asmodeus' wings casting an eerie glow over the party. One of Dekar's minions cowers in the corner. Suddenly Asmodeus disappears and the minion explodes outwards as the space inside his body is occupied by Asmodeus. He is back to normal except for a vertical scar on his forehead.

"I hope that you are smart enough to know what to do Lord Dekar. And to say that a woman's place is in the kitchen, now I know why you spend your days playing computer. Oh and Lileil, Odium is not of the lilem, she is something else entirely. Now, can we get this meeting over and done with so that bonds are not further strained?"

Dekar, not bothering to stand speaks. "Heh we don’t like being called names now do we? I see that it is fair to insult, but not receive any. I am led to believe much from a first impression, and the hostile remarks you made didn’t do much towards your fight. This is quite pitiful, to insult all of the members of this summit means that, you actually insulted one of my precious little triumvirate members, the one that you happen to sit on. As for thinking you were brought from the Aurolayas, I apologise greatly. The next point, your ugliness bringing unintelligence, is a false statement. If you had of heard me correctly you would realise I said that, and I quote, "To stand and speak without putting forward either a want or demand from this treaty just goes to re-affirm her lack of intelligence" not anything about your looks affecting your brain power. In fact I know a very ugly man, his appearance is so bad that it pains me to look at him, yet he is a great militant, armourer and general in my very own army. In summary many apologies for the mistake and I hope that there won’t be anymore insults, considering this is a peace summit".
Sipping on his goblet made from Black dragon scale and rune stone Dekar makes one final comment. "As for you staying or leaving, Stay if you either wish to productively contributes to this agreement or are going to let those involved continue, leave if you wish to prolong it by petty insults".

"A minor insult somehow begets major onslaught?"

Odium cocks her head slightly to the side before continuing. "Just a note - if you want to base something on first impressions, consider how you all may have looked with your ruffian displays of violence to give yourselves a sense of power and place here - think on it. My intent was not to directly insult, mostly to bring your attention to the way you all appeared. It did make me laugh."

She reaches carefully into a fold in her hood, and retrieves a capsule. The capsule pulsates with a offsetting black glow. She tosses the dark object to Dekar. “It is a winged banshee, or will be when it is freed - a Borderlands medical experiment." She walks to the door, allowing the heavy force of her boots to make the most delightful droning sounds on the ground beneath. "It is a great fighting treasure in our nation. Blood thirsty, crazed, almost unstoppable – and trainable from birth." She leans at the door, looking out to the world outside. Odium, without turning, quips "Think that is a good enough card to get me started here boys?"

Lord Dekar immediately stands to catch the winged banshee.
"Ahhh this is a joyous time, this is what I was talking about, a simple winged banshee has brought much rejoice among my researchers and scientists, as all we have heard of them are from myth. But now we have a live sample there is much research to be done on this strange and powerful creature. I thank your generosity very much Odium, this is a festive time indeed. As for this summit I grow very tired of waiting, and I am thinking of withdrawing from the summit if things are not sped up, I'm sure my fellow triumvirs can relate as we are all very busy men".
Lord Dekar hands the capsule to his minion demanding he teleport it to the laboratory straight away.

Cease!!!!!!!!!!

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Arcane simply stood up, his manner screaming for silence and attention his face was one of cold fury as he took each leader in one at a time.

"My name is Arcane tripidicus of the Rogue Nation of Auroalyas born in the village of Glenrick. I invited all nations of the world to this summit to discuss possible peace treaties and trade agreements. I did not ask for Servants to be killed nor did I ask for childish fighting. I get enough of that with the beuracrats in my own country! I would expect more maturity from all of you! If one person so much as thinks of using magic to harm or manipulate anyone in this nation, They will be ejected from the country and it would take a hell of a lot for them to get back in my good books. If anyone so much as pulls a weapon into site the same will happen. Aurolayas is a mix of magic and technology. It combines the two to create a balance and an effective mix. We can offer allies assistance of twenty Aes Sedai Sisters and twenty Asha'man. And I will not tolerate blood spilled on my soil without true reason. You are bound by our laws here not your own and you will show repect to the nation if not to me. I have asked each of you here because I respect each nation for different reasons, but do not mistake respect for somoene who will sit byt and watch murder happen. Now SHUT UP! and each nation put forward one at a time what you are willing to trade or offer in an alliance, In this document my man Sydney is handing out to each of you will find Food exports at reasonable prices and if need be we have plenty of food to send to those who need aid free of cahrge. We will not trade our technology but loan it on the guarantee that it will not be reversed engineered, though the training of our asha'man and Aes sedai are trained in a way that cannot be duplicated in anyway shape or form. If anyone is interested please wait until all nations have spoken then we will discuss possibilities."

Arcane sat down at the head of the large conference table, if anyone went to kill another the sould the men in black cloaks with a silver pin on each collar one fo a dragon, the other of a dragon. Wearing a life size version fo the sword pin on scabbarded to thier waist, but they were not so ornamental. The asha'man bordered the room and would stop anyone before they could ever drive the kife through so to speak.

"Who is next"

Odium slightly glances back. "And I thought Lilithy was moody… You expected something less then some display of childish fighting when bringing together many leaders of many diverse nations Arcane? You are tipping oil into water expecting them to merge with some level of unforced harmony … this simply will not happen.”

She turns, once again facing the internals of the room, she picks at her nails as she continues. “I have medical interests. Experimental research has yielded some interesting results. The Borderlands is not a weaponry based nation, we rely on magicks and education. We can encapsulate many things, including magicks for export. Magick items are not able to be replicated – it is simply something that is created by an individual skill, and frozen in exportable cases. Healing, fire, water, light ... all very useful primative magicks that would aid in many ways"

She lowers her hood and changes her leaning foot. “These are my cards gentlemen.” Odium pulls her arms into her cape-coat and looks over those present. “Next”.

Asmodeus pulls an outfit out of nowhere, and starts to strip down. "Bah, I liked this outfit :( , oh well." Redressed in black, he sits down and addresses those present. "Asha'man? Nah, they could not stop me, nor my companions, but we shall play along, as long as they remain unaffected by the taint."

"I for one accept your offer of Aes Sedai. They will be useful for finding ores."

"We offer you Omega Imperium food stuffs, a tonne per extra Aes Sedai. I of course refer to both males and females of the One Power as Aes Seadi for they well be together again like the Age of Legends. This coupled with a Non-Aggression Pact shall do will for now.”

Blowing a kiss to Odium, Asmodeus heads towards a dark corner and puts in his ear phones. "Ahh nothing like aggressive, depressing muzik to relax."

Again rising from his throne Lord Dekar prepares to speak.
"Am I really hearing this?. You all expect that your technologies, if traded, will not be copied?. I must have had the wrong impression when agreeing to come to this peace/trade summit. Sinse that is the case then I had better return this to its rightful owner". Dekar throwing the capsuled winged banshee back to Odium.
"As for you guards they are obviously not very effective considering I have already slain minions here, with a weapon. I have extensive knowledge and numbers of the and phoenix which I am able to transport to nations, also my use and research in alchemy, metallurgy and forging is writen in tombs that may be copied. I'm assuming that they will be copied, another thing that can be traded is the knowledge and uses for the Black Dragon blood, considering they are one of the most powerful beings in existance and obtaining the blood is very difficult, this will come at a very high price. Now who shall be next?". Lord Dekar proclaims as he is returning to his seat.

A new arrival strode suddenly into the room, his footsteps virtually soundless. His eerie grace, slender build, and elegant features made it clear that he was some variety of elf, but his skin, his hair, and even the whites of his eyes were black. He wore mottled clothing, covered in splotches of dark green, brown, and grey. A quiver and the sheath for a long knife rested on his belt, but, in accordance with the ban on weapons, both were empty. He carried an intricately carved staff of some dark wood in his right hand.
“Greetings!” he said, bowing to the assembled leaders. “I am T’varin Kaledril, current leader of Sar Kadverion. Please accept my apologies for my late arrival.”
Selecting a chair near one side of the room, he sat down and leaned his staff against the wall beside him.

((yay someone who knows about wheel of time.))

"Do not fret for the asha'man, the taint was cleansed from the one true source in the third age by a man known as the Dragon reborn. THe Asha'man are different from Aes Sedai. Asha'man fight where Aes Sedai assisst. there is a difference and they usually come combined for thier greatest work is accomplished when working together. I did not expect harmony but a small amount of civility at least. I do thank you all for your co operation, the possibilites you have all put forward are very intersting and promising ideas. Aurolayas is an honourbale country any magick or technology borrowed by us will not be reverse engineered. Welcome Master Kaledril please sit and drink some mulled wine. What have you to trade in the name of furhtering international relations and treaties.?"

Arcane was happy now the meeting had taken a turn for the better. Maybe he could walk out with the shadow lands a lot better defended and with allies to boot

"Thank you, sir." T'varin replied, taking a goblet and sipping,
"Sar Kadverion is a strange land with a diverse population, and we have a number of possible things to offer. Our traditional trade goods have been enchanted items - magic swords, bespelled harps, and the like - and also, oddly enough, sandwiches" He shrugged, looking almost as puzzled as there others probably were. "There are many skilled artists amongst us, especially carvers of wood and stone [he nodded at his carved staff], and makers of weapons as well. There are healers who can cure most any illness or injury, and make potions to heal the gravest of wounds in an instant. Some of our mages know forms of magic magic that we have encountered nowhere else; we will hire them out to others, or train people from your lands in their skills. There are a number of other items we might offer, depending on your needs, but those are the primary things... Those, and one other."

Leaning forward, the Shadow Elf ((not Dark, or any other kind you're familiar with; Shadow Elves are my own creation)) lowered his voice.
"This last thing is one I do not tell to just anyone, and I would appreciate it if you kept quiet about it. Relations between the peoples of Sar Kadverion have not always been good, and it is always useful to know what one's enemies are doing. Now that peace is fairly secure, we have been able to pool our resources. There are some of us who are very good indeed at gathering information. If you seek to learn something about another nation's plans or abilities, we can probably find out what you want to know. I'm sure that you can all understand why we do not wish this to become common knowledge."

He leaned back, and took another sip of wine.

OOC: I'm also familiar with the WoT series, by the way; 'tis one of my favorites. One of the types of magic used in Sar Kadverion has a lot in common with channeling.

Dekar, the creatures themselves can be copied, it is the ancient shamanistic magic that can not be copied unless of course, you manage to find a Shaman, which is kinda hard my friend. Capsule Corp (c) has a similar method using little bottles. Anyway this party seems to be going nowwhere fast.

Let Peace Reign between our lands. Sounds good ay?

Odium stands and walks to the door, once again assuring her hood is raised. She pauses in the doorway, "Is anything going to progress here anytime soon? I too have better things to be doing, and Lilithy grows as impatient as I." She stares outside, the red glow that took her eyes at least once this evening steadily grows and disipates as she raps her fingers on the door frame. In a partially electrical tone she continues, "We grow restless ... may we please proceed?" The glow electric tone fades off as she continues, "I dont mean to worry you gentlemen, but she feeds soon", Odium turns and returns to her seat.

"It may be wise to continue".

Lord Dekar raises to speak, and qiute possibly for the last time.
"Heh we actually agree on something Odium believe it or not. So lets make haste, or I will need to return to my nation without any agreements".
Dekar sits once more.

"Let us continue, then. I am sure that none of us has time to waste...
An alliance has been proposed. What terms- a simple promise not to attack each other?"

OOC: Come on, don't let this thread die!

Odium stands and almost screams, "COME ON NOW!". She walks over to the seated group and stamps her right boot firmly on the edge of the table. The table slightly shifts under the force and many objects fall over and spill their contents. "Please, is this a trade and peace agreement summit or an old folk’s home!?!".

Leaning forward on the foot on the table she continues, "We have all been informed of what each other has, and is willing to trade and in what quantity. No demands of this? No bargaining attempts to raise what is offered? I would begin this, but I am NOT the main focus here! For the most part, none of you could care less of my presence! It should not rest sorely on me for the beginning of YOUR trade agreement." She angrily reaches inside her coat and pulls out another capsule, a pulsating yellow ora flows forth from the object. She sweeps all of the dying lanterns and candles off the table with her arm and cracks the capsule open. After a slight power adjustment, she situates the magick-based light orb where the collection of candles and lanterns used to be on the table. "You should replace the light in here BEFORE these things dim to nothing. Or do you care not as to what others might secretly do in the dimming light? Do you trust everyone THAT much?".

She removes her foot from the table, and gives the table one last shove. "Wake up! Speak. We are waiting on you for things to proceed. Agree outright or make a demand already! We shouldn’t have to push you along in your own summit."

OOC: There! Do something dammit!