NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC Firstly, Kain, my main protagonist, has no relation in behaviour to the character which he may look like. His name being the same is chance in fact, because I roleplayed Kain as a human and another character sired. In short, Kain is a unqiue character which should not be judged by the video game I will be showing pictures of. Kain does look like him, and may have resemblances to, but are different to the video game etc. Onwards with my introduction, there will be more description of my nation, characters when you are closer to seeing them.)

"Kain, I present Raganarathon." The doorman said before Kain could get up to answer the door himself.

The great double doors, which were made of a strange and now heavily engraved dark brown wood of some mystical description, swung opn slowly and rather grandly. Kain immediately was struck with the appearance of this individual, and suddenly understood what some may feel when they see him. Kain himself was a green skinned vampire, who looked more like a demon than a vampire and tended to strike the unprepared offguard.

This person was something of pure fascination to Kain, as he bowed deeply, his robes falling around him, and his manner representing something completely archaic and wholly nostaligic. His manner was like a Knight from a old lost romance, who still held the virtues as law and was a true gentleman, although Kain could hardly call this person a man, or at least a pure one. Not that such a fact was a bad thing, just highly intreging.

Kain sat within his throne, his attention obviously aroused. He rarely did sit within his throne, as it was highly pretencous. But, the strange and arcane throne, one which was of strange matierals, had enormous power once. The throne could command units around the nation of Velmora, realign arcane power accross the seas, and summon magics around buildings. It was a device which once, when it was fully operational and repaired, could command great feats of arcane might. But now, it was in a state of misrepair, and a considerable deal of it's abilities smashed.

Sitting upon the throne, looking down at the figure which had just entered, Kain leaned forward, highly curious and wary. He had only been told that someone had wanted to see him, and that he was highly...exotic. To that, Kain could attest that the description that the Foreign Affairs had granted him was most...apt, if vague. Kain smiled at the situation, but his sword was ready to be drawn. It lay beside the throne, as it always did. The strange alien wave blade which only the vampire Kain could use.

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The figure walked towards Kain slowly, looking around with that broad smile he had, that sort of admiration and absorbation of history. The way he walked was smoothly and flowingly, and that fine robe which barely hung on his shoulders, that rich crimson cloth matched with a white fur collar suited him. His tight shit was a rich purple, and showed the nature of his wonderous skin, as it hugged his body with a passion of a mother to a child. The shirt was not too thick, and was more for decency and appearance than protection against the cold, as was his robe. Upon him were strange devices, which Kain could not fathom thier purpose. They could be purely decoration, medals of some sort, devices for self defence, or methods of keeping something in check.

This foriegn individual, who had been allowed to enter and see Kain after Foriegn Relations had deemed him safe to go in, and his intent rather pure, was hardly showing any threats. His smiling golden face and pleasant and polite manners showed no hostility. Kain appreciated, and understood from experiance that appearanced could be deceptive, and one who seemed naturally vicious and deadly could be very well mannered. But this creature, this person was glorious in colour and appearance, and the very testament to what he was, or what Kain thought he was.

Kain, had assessed that this individual was half humanoide...half gold dragon. A rare and wonderous combination, which revealed this knightly individual. His mane was wonderful to behold, sparkling in the low light and showing real grandness that jewels and coin and gem could not compare with.

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"Haer Shentavo, your reputation preceeds you and I once again kneel before your person. Your achievements are many and vast, and with the long existance I have had, I have not achieved a fraction of what you have. I am Ragnarathon, a wondering being who does what he can to get along and make things better when he can. Much like yourself in your mortal and vampiric youth."

The dragon-man went upon one knee again while he spoke, looking up with respect and reverance to the vampire. It was not subverisiveness, it was utter respect. Kain would normally cut the formalities, and ask his guests to be blunt and remove curtiesy. But he realised this individual had formality and respect flowing his blood, and he certainly did not want to seem snappy or impatient. And the latter part, about Kain's own youth intreged him further. Few knew of his vampiric start and first tales. Relatively few knew of his exploits as a mortal....and the fact this person knew about such things, got him very interested. He sort of understood the Ragnarathon's manner now, as he looked around. He was actually visiting a place which he had heard and read about, and it fascinated him.

"Kain, I have come here not to tell you already know. But rather, a piece of advice, and a request. May I share my thoughts with you?", Ragnarathon asked respectfully.

Kain was liking this person more and more by the second. He continued to smile and replied pleasantly with permission to continue.

"My thanks." Ragnarathon said, and got up from his knee and began to explain his thoughts first.

"In my time I have seen many nations in thier early development, and in your case, rebuilding and reforming. And, as I have read from some of your books, you have wished Velmora to expand and grow accustomed to the world around it, for various reasons."

Kain nodded, again amazed that someone from outside Velmora had read such texts which were relatively exclusive to Velmora. He realised that this person either had a massive library, traveled a lot and took a deep interest in him, either way would require a high status to ask such things or a deep pocket.

"I suggest that, like the parties you attended as a mortal and rather reviled, that you throw one yourself. A diplomatic one, which would open trade, relationships, alliances, and sharing of cultures. It would be an act of opening Velmora to the world as such, and the people of Velmora will be more encouraged to change isolationist view points which could prove fatal."

Kain loved the idea, and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

"A most commendable idea, an idea I will act upon and get the Foriegn Affairs on the task to organise a social gathering. And now, your request after that fine advice?" Kain said happily and progressively.

"That I might advice you more in the future? That I might become someone who can aid you in many ways, in the goverment of your nation, and the matters which concern you. I am experianced in such things, and I have read much of the history books."

The two began talking about it further, and Kain liked the idea. He found the being to be wise, intellegent and well informed on many extensive subjects. Kain appointed him his personal advisor, and set about getting Foriegn Affairs to organise an international diplomatic party at Velmora.

To whom it may concern,

Velmora, a remote island wishing to open relations with all the grand nations of the world, is presenting you with an oppertunity for your leaders and rulers to enter Velmora, with the potental to raise trade deals, discuss politicies, sharing of technology and various other buisness like topics. But, in the most part, I myself wish to show you my nation, and gain new freinds and allies. Velmora culture is an intregining one to the outsider, one which has been an enigma to many. And now you can observe and speak with our people and myself, Kain Shentavo, ruler of Velmora, not over communications devices.

All are welcome, any race and any individual, so long as they respect common policies. Weapons will be banned from usage through a rune protection. If a combat occours which is unlawful, you will be able to defend yourself with the weapon. The rune, in essace, prevents the user from initiating a combat, but does not prevent the user from defending himself or herself from a combat. It is a simple arcane spell which will be tempory upon your weapon, and cast as you enter Velmora via whatever means.

Food and drink will be provided, and if you have any special requests or intolerances, please contact us to tell us what we should prepare. I do ask that if you see one guest consuming something which you might find immoral, please refrain from casting judgement. Obviously, extremities of food will be denied, as Velmora has it's own morality. We are hardly going to kill a human for your appitite. You will have a fine selection of Velmorian food and drink, and the more typical meals to dine upon should you choose.

The location of Velmora is granted, and our mages have provided clear and hospitable weather for your people. You method of transportation are either arcane methods or getting here through the air by a plane or similar transportation. We will meet at a designated point, and travel up into the place where the party shall occour. You will have armed guard with you, although I do assure you, your safety is our prime concern and the people of Velmora and myself personally would not offer such a party if we did not believe that your safety would be assured. You will be able to look upon our culutre in it's raw form, walk through a small part of our streets and look upon the people of Velmora. A rare oppertunity for most, to be able to learn and experiance our race, the Psi, and ask questions.

Something that I ask of you, is that please, forget prejudice of any kind. I myself am a vampire, and I am open and honest about such facts, and other guests may be more outlandish than I. In the words of my forefathers, and our national motto, "Judge us for what we are." This is your oppertunity to see Velmora, the Psi, our culture, our goverment and myself and to be able to judge and have new possibilities.

The dates are inclosed, location and times are revealed in the next page, along with maps of Velmora.

I hope that you take us up in our offer, as Velmora and myself personallily would love to see you attend. Two maximum guests per nation, and I see no reason for bodyguards. You may bring one should you wish, but it would be frowned upon, but I respect your wishes. You will be well protected I assure you.

Yours in waiting for your responce,

Kain Shentavo, and the people of Velmora.

(OOC I ask that if you join, you reply to the letter, give me descriptions of who your characters are in a brief way so I can put it into my files, and put a lot of effort into this roleplay. I will say who is allowed into the rp, but all of you should be allowed if you show me you can roleplay well. Just reply formally to the letter etc etc, don't tell me your on your way on a plane already. Thanks.

I will describe the location and where you will arrive very soon, once I get enough guests. I don't want too many, so if I decide to say there are enough guests, don't feel insulted. Just makes it managable.

And have fun everyone! This should be great if everyone puts effort in! =D )

(OOC Bump! I am not letting this die!)

(Bump once more, for apt rpers...)

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To: His Excellency, Kain Shentavo, Leader of Reformed Velmora
From: His Excellency, Count Arakus ap Eiluned, Minister of State

We would be most interested in sending a delegate to your affair. We intend to send Her Excellency, the Countess Maile ni Ailil to represent our nation. She has no special needs or requirements.

((OOC Character Notes: Maile is a sidhe noblewoman, shiny, pretty, polite, etc. She is a specialist in diplomacy with a taste for darker races, such as vampires. She is very subtle and sometimes manipulative.))

OOC: Sure.

IC: His Majisty, Prince William of Aust, bother of Emporer Palpatine of Aust will be attending this party.

He shall be travlling in a airplane and is looking forward to the party.

Dear Honorable Kain Shentavo,

The Free Land of Shanagolia and its people express interest in opening relations with your nation. Therefore, we would be honored to attend the party that you are hosting. Unfortunately, our leader, Benjamin Debs, is currently attending a civil rights summit in MassPwnage so will not be able to attend. In his place, we would like to send Alexander Petrov, our minister of foreign affairs. As a hero of the Revolution, he will surely embody the true spirit of the Shanagolian people. We look forward to your response and wish you the best of luck in your endeavors.

OOC: I'm not sure if I am good at rping or not, so I'll let you decide. If I'm not, you can tell me. I promise that I won't cry. Also, Petrov is a human ex-military officer with a taste for alcohol. He is very formal, though he can be more casual when he warms up to a situation. He prefers to observe rather than participate in order to gain advantages in situations. His expertise is in diplomacy, and he has a love for other cultures.

Ryan looked down at the invitation with intrest. "I dunno Robert, it seems a bit odd. He says hes a vampire. Those are mothers; myths."

"Aye, Ryan, go to the damned party. You asked my advice,and thats it. I'm telling you to go. Your about to be a dmaned national leader, you might as well learn how to be diplomatic and what not. And look at it this way, if nothing else, you can get hammered and forget our problems."

"But Robert, the off..."

"Dont worry about the offensive. The UVF is no problem anymore, and we can handle this with out you. Go one now, tell this nice," Robert looked at the letter, "Kain fellow that you'll be on your way. And wear a good suit for God's sake."

Robert was right. Ryan would need to learn how to be a leader sooner or later, especially since the basic fact existed that he would, indded, be the new President of North Ireland. Once, of course, the UVF situation had been handled. Young, inexpiereinced, and new to the whole job of diplomacy. At the age of 25, for Ryan diplomacy was had with a pound of C4 and Semtex, not words. His idea of international relations was puting the bullet in the back of the head of a British soldier, not shaking his hand. He sighed.

"Right then, but I'll have my cell, call me if anything at all happens. I want to know whats going on." Robert nodded.
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His Excellency, Kain Shentavo, Leader of Reformed Velmora,

At the behest of your permision, I would enjoy attending this affair of state in your fine nation. I hope that we can open true diplomatic relations and solidify a friendship of sorts. I look forward to your reply, and hope that this event will bring glory to our two nations. With the upmost respect,

Ryan McConnor


OOC: Ryan is a somewhat serious, somewhat laid back young man. He, like many leaders, was in the military, but a differnt sort of Army if you could pick that up from the post. He dresses casually more than anything, but will dress up when nessacery. Even in diplomatic situations, he always carries a Browing Hi Power Mk. III with him, out of habit. He is currently leading his forces to a secure and free North Ireland.

"Damn it, what now?"
"Uh, some kind of an international get-together party sir... Could be a good place to make friends... And you know we can always benefit from allies.."
"Well... OK then. Who's hosting this bloody thing then?"
"Velmora, sir."
"Send some fellow from the military."
"How about Lieutenant Colonel Lukin, sir?"
"Him? He's never at home at parties... Bloody awkward man. Ever spoken to him?"
"Briefly, sir."
"If you're certain. Send a request, and tell the fool to be diplomatic, for Gods sake!"


To: Reformed Velmora, His excellency Kain Shentavo
From: Vladimir Poloski, Socialist Serbian communications office

We humbly request that we send a representative to your fine event STOP We are eager to establish diplomatic relations STOP

OOC: My country is rather backward, (Our standard-issue military weapon is still a bolt-action rifle.) hence the telegrams and "STOP"s, rather than Satellites, computers and the like.

Oh, and my guy, right...
Lieutenant Colonel Lukin, fought in Sovieten resistence, more of the soldiers officer. Dislikes aristocrats, parties, awkward man at small talk. Veteren of several wars, and feels restless at socialist Serbia's lack of political actions of late. Prefers to dress in old Captains uniform, wears few insignias of rank, possibly stemming from his dislike of gaudy uniforms and ornaments. As said by the Colonel:
"Medals? Chains? Get caught on things. Wear a bright uniform, you're a target."

(OOC All accepted so far. The only thing that I ask of you, that your provide a lot of detail with what your characters, characters thoughts and opinions, not just robot behaviour. You know, the usual. Imagine your the characters. Sorry if I sound patronising, but I really want this rp to go really well. I will provide details of my own characters, locations, times, clothing of my people, etc etc as we progress. If you want to ask a question, like "What are the civilians like?" please do so. The questions you pose me grant me an oppertunity to describe something which I may not have thought about describing, or failed to mention. Just don't get silly, just put it in a OCC comment. Even rooms, if you need a clearer picture of a room, area or indeed character, please ask. And, feel free to ask other characters for descriptions.

If you give a description, when we are rping, please intergrate it, know what I mean? Not meaning when you first join, but as you rp, physical description should be narrated etc. Just stating the obvious, and my own standards.

And thanks for joining, and have fun as we move ahead! =D )

Maile looks out over the ocean, standing on the deck of her ship. Idly, her soft, white hands smooth the fabric of her gossamer black dress. The fabric seems to float around her, surrounding her near perfect form in strange shadow. All a trick of light and wind...perhaps.

A faint smile touched her delicate lips as the last rays of the setting sun kissed the surface of the sea. Kain Shentavo, Maile thought. Kain Shentavo, the vampire who had caused such a disruption at Her Imperial Majesty's ball, the vampire who whose name gave birth to the most bizarre cults and theories. Some of them even had a few adherents among imperial citizens who should very well know better. Still, the man had a strange draw to him in vampiric circles. For a woman who had spent her life studying vampires and the last several months helping many vampiric immigrants start a new life in the Resurgent Dream, such a man was fascinating. Not that she'd admit that to anyone. Not that she'd admit that to herself.

The captain, a rather rotund human in naval uniform, stepped toward Maile, bowing. "Your Excellency, we are almost in Velmora."

Maile inclined her head. "Thank you."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs, Terran Dragovic, walked over to the front door to the palace. He looked outside to see an immaculate day...the sun was shining so brightly, as if it were going to set the planet ablaze, there were no clouds in the sky, and to the east, the sky was still faintly pink. Terran reached for the door knob, and opened it with an ease, stepping outside. He took a breath of fresh air, and continued to walk forth, until he seen a man step out of his car. They began to walk towards each other at a very slow pace. What was the rush?

"Good morning, James. Good to see you on such a beautiful day."

"Oui...Comment t'allez-vous?"

"Je vais bien, my good sir. Is there anything good in the mail, may I ask? Forgive my formalities, I'm supposed to be getting my next subscription to 'Slavic's Galore'.

I'm afraid that it didn't come in the mail sir. Although, You received an interesting letter from a nation called "Reformed Velmora".

"Reformed wha?!"

You heard me right. Well, I really should stick to my time schedule. Others are waiting for their mail as well. Have a good day Terran!

Terran read the letter with the utmost attention. It seemed that they were inviting representatives of the worlds' nations to their own, to have some sort of meeting.

"No wonder I've never heard of them. They don't seem like their in contact with many other nations currently. It will definitely be of interest to return with a letter of our own, since the Comrade is away at a meeting of his own. He will be most pleased at opening relations with another nation of good repute."

Official Communique to Reformed Velmora
Your nation intrigues us. We are interested in forming some sort of diplomatic tie with Reformed Velmora, and a meeting would most certainly be welcome, that is, if you would like us to attend. Discussions about trade, peace treaties, international policies and events, technology, and various other topics will be most welcome. I, the Minister of Foreign Relations, Terran Dragovic, will be attending, if you would allow us, due to the Comrade being away at his own Conference. We must request a tour of your nation, because I am always interested in learning the ways of life, and customs of a separate nation. It is one of the most beneficial ways in a foundation of relationships between two or more nations. If you don't understand each others' culture, then it is highly doubtful that the 2+ nations will get along to the best ability.

It has never, nor will be our policy to bring weapons to any sort of conference. If our nation sends a representative somewhere abroad, it is an understanding that the Conference will be protected by the host nation, therefore, we have no worries in that area. If we do not feel that the host nation is safe, then we simply choose not to go.

Now upon the matter of food... If I am able to come to this meeting, we will bring our own specialty dishes for others to taste, however, I will not be eating any of our own dishes. One of the main reasons on going to your nation, is to learn about your culture, and what your preferences are, within Reformed Velmora.

When it comes to personal beliefs/customs/personal appearances, Euroslavia is one of the most liberal, and understanding nations in the world. We are known for our diverse people. There will be no sort of 'putting down' others because of who they are. Everyone is who they are for a reason, and we respect the fact that you are a vampire.

Again, we trust that your nation will keep things safe, and we shall not send bodyguards.

In Confidence,
Terran Dragovic, Minister of Foreign Relations, of Nasrad, Euroslavia.

William climbed off the plane, he looked around, noting how diffrent the arcutecture was to snow bound Aust, and went down the ramp. He looked around for some kind of guide, but he could see no one other than the usual aircrew.

Strange he thought Usually theres at least one envoy

The material of his bright white millitary uniform was course and itching. The golden braid glowed in the sunlight. His large sword, a '72 patten heavy cavalry sword, that he prefered over the short, more dainty 34 patten Generals sabers clunked against his thigh. At his belt two engraved pistols hung.

He took another step forward...

Petrov stood waiting for his plane to finish fueling. The ancient flying boat, Platypus 7, that was to serve as his transport lay before him as the crew rushed about it preparing for the coming voyage.

"Damn thing. We should really update our air fleet," he mumbled as he pulled a cigar from his jacket. He was dressed in his full officer outfit though he had been retired for a number of years.

He struggled to light the cigar as his thoughts began to wonder. "I'm not sure about this party. Something doesn't seem right about it. Perhaps this Kain fellow will..." He stopped and shook his head. After an anxious laugh he went back to thinking, "There's nothing to worry about, you old fool. Its just the lingering paranoia from being a general."

His thoughts were abruptly ended then by a member of the plane's crew. "Sir, we are about ready to depart. You have been asked to board the plane."

"Okay. I'm coming," Petrov replied and began to follow the crew member. "And sir, do you need a light for your cigar?"

"Huh?," Petrov responded just noticing that he had been puffing on an unlit cigar for the last few minutes. "Yeah, sure."

As the his cigar was being lit, he thought to himself, "Well, at least, the food should be good..."

Sea spray whipped at Lukin's face, soaking his uniform.
"Sir, better get going. The PB can take you the rest of the way." Lukin nodded, before slipping the butterfly knife into his belt. He was sure nothing was to happen, but it didn't hurt to play it safe.
"Thank you, corporal." Lukin tentatively tested his weight on the slippery iron steps, and then began his descent, stumbling as the waves heaved the smaller boat from side to side.

twenty minutes later, and the patrol boat was off, its motor growling as it struggled with the choppy sea. Lukin watched his destination grow on the horizon with increasing apprehension.

Teh Gulstream V landed gently at the airport, the small bizjet rolling to a stop on the runway, and taxieing to an assigned hanger. The flight had been contracted, no one expected Ryan to fly out of Heathrow or Gatwick on a British Airway flight, not now at least. He descended teh stair case, and looked around. Nice, he thought to himself, admiring the architecture. Not Belfast, but nice. He briskly walked away from the jet, looking for a guide. The wieght of teh 9mm pistol under his coat was comforting to say the least.

He wore a nice suit, nothing special, but nothing under what would be expected. Black jacket and pants, with a black shirt, and a dark green tie. The holster was of the over the shoulder varient, and was a worn dark black matte leather, which blended nicely with his clothes. He wore his dark blonde hair somewhat long and shaggy, comming down over his forhead and the tops of his ears. He looked as young as he was, just 25 years old, and already leading what some may consider an army. As he wlaked away from the jet, he wondered when his contact here would arrive.

Lukin glanced around the quay. It was seeminly deserted.
"How odd." Though Lukin, his hand reaching habitually for the knife at his belt. He jogged over to a nearby building and saw no-one inside. He turned, and shouted to the boat.
"I'll walk to the airport!" He cried.
"You sure, sir? Its gotta be a mile away!"
"The walk will do me good! Off you go!" He turned as the boat began its return to the main battleship, and began walking along the nearby road. It felt good to be walking on his own in unfamilier territory again, he hadn't had the oppurtunity for twenty years, and his age wasn't going to make it any easier. At fifty three, he was still doing his best to fight with the men, but he knew that his field days were coming to an end.

(WHOOH, hang on a minute. Absolutely no-one should be on thier way yet, because Velmora is not a place which is conventional. Please, wait for my que. Give me some time to write some posts, things are hectic. No-one should have taken off, or come here yet. Velmora is a highly alien place, not a place of modernisation, but a place of strange runic magic and odd people and buildings. Don't jump the gun, and please, provide lots of lavish details about your characters, how they are acting, thinking etc. Once I have actually described what the place looks like!)

OOC: Sorry, but people get excited and bored when the host doesn't make an appearance.

Not blaming you, we're all in diff countries here, can't be everywhere at once, eh?

OOC: Sorry about that. I'll make some sudden changes...

Petrov stared out the window as the plane continued to sit on the runway. He had been waiting there for over three hours. Even as a top government official, he still hadn't gotten an explanation for the delay. "What the hell is going on?," he grunted impatiently.

As if in response, the pilot finally appeared before him. "I apologize for the wait, Mr. Petrov, but we seem to have a problem."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"We haven't got the slightest clue where we should be going."

"WHAT?!," Petrov yelled. He couldn't help but scream at the pilot though he was used to this sort of thing. Since Benjamin Debs had come to power, the bureacracy had turned especially incompetent. These type of mix-ups were quite common.

"I'm sorry, sir. We're just going to have to wait for Reformed Velmora to tell us how to get you there. Until that time, you can head back home."

"Thanks," Petrov said in a huff as he angrily rose from his seat. He quickly grabbed his possessions and began to make his way to the plane's exit. "Damnit, Debs. If I had know this is the sort of government we'd get, maybe I would never had betrayed the Garoli," he thought knowing this wasn't true.

"God, I need a drink," he muttered as he emerged into the night sky.

"Uh... Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Thats... thats not Velmora on the horizon. Thats Greece."
"Oh, shit."
"We better turn back before we run out of fuel."
Lukin buried his face in his hands.
"Fine, turn around..." Lukin sighed. Theres a mistake he'd never made before...

OOC: ignore the allready landed post.

Kain and Ragnarathon soon becaome close freinds within the short time before the party, spending a considerable time together, planning the party and all the preparations, discussing diplomatic solutions and trade which could occour, and of course, they did discuss various more interesting matters. Ragnarathon was transfixed by Kain's stories of his not so distant past, many of the rumours being proven false...and many proven as underexageration. Kain always remained humble about such things, and to most people he did not like speaking about them. But the half-dragon went about his questioning in such a wonderful and smooth way, that Kain could not deny his freind the information which he was so curious about.

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"Does it look any good? I want your honest opinion. I don't want to wear the old clothes I used to wear, although I did love that white suit. And I espically don't want to wear my normal clothes, which are more suited for combat than peace.", Kain said rather quickly. He was not used to having to dress for an occasion, and he stood within the center of his unglamous and pretty ordinary looking home.

Shar hummed in thought, her voice sounding like a musical instrument from another plane of existance. And in many ways, it was.

"Turn around, let me see the back." Shar asked, her quiet voice reflecting her thought.

Kain did so, revealing the back of his clothes. Kain found these clothes to be very comfortable, if slightly impractical. If it was left up to him, he would have worn what he usually wore. But Ragnarathon had talked him, along with most other people, that he should wear something more striking. And Kain thought to himself, if he always wanted something practical for combat situations within his own home, then there was a problem.

Shar stroked her metal chin with a similary metal hand, the three digits curling up the shining matieral. Her glowing blue eyes looked at all parts of Kain's outfit with a diligent and rather pleased way.

"Well?"

"I think it is perfect Kain, truelly perfect. I think this Ragnarathon fellow, that is his name isn't it?" Shar asked, just to see if she had remembered the name of the man correctly.

Kain turned around and hummed in confermation.

"Well I think he is having a good influence on you. I do like to see you happy, and to be honest with all of the work that you have been pouring into Velmora, it is about time you relaxed. And this rather unique character seems to be raising your spirits rather a great deal." Shar said happily. She was being very sincere here, she as Kain's guardian and freind wanted Kain to be happy. There was something more to this relationship between the vampire and the construct, but Kain did not realise what Shar actually wanted. And Shar thought it was silly to harbour thoughts she did...

"I think so too." Kain said, with a smile upon his face, something rare to pass upon his vampiric features.

Kain ajusted a few things on his clothing, like the way that the clothes folded around on each other, making sure it was all looking fine. And then he asked Shar where she would be at the party.

"Well, I think I might give this party a miss."

Kain's face told a very accurate picture of his feelings towards this.

"What? You can't *not* go. I forbid you, you must come Shar. Please? For one thing, these guests have never seen a Construct such as yourself, and you will have fun. I really want you by my side when I greet them." Kain said, not realising that he was saying it like a married couple might speak to one another. Kain was not the most perceptive when it came to relationships, he had only really been in one, and that had ended rather tragicly.

Shar thought about it for a couple of moments, humming as she did so. It was one of her habits, and a habit Kain liked. That arcane melodic voice of hers was pleasing to Kain's vampiric hearing.

"Alright then Kain, I will go." Shar said.

"Good to hear! Right, I must go, things to sort out. Thanks for your help with all of this!" Kain said with a smile on his face.

Shar thought this was the moment when a married couple would kiss. But then, how could Kain ever kiss or love a metal and wood entity like me? Shar kept smiling to keep Kain unawares of her secret thoughts.

Shar would be by his side, to protect him and look after him, more than to display what she appeared like. Shar looked at herself in a mirror of Kain's home, and looked at her metalic frame with runic engravings on it, with dots of crystals upon it. The living wood which made no creaking noise as she moved as if they were flexible limbs. She was humonide in frame, but like a strange magical person.

And she was.

She was a Construct, the only one of her kind to be created within Velmora.

(OOC Shar looks sort of like this (http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/mmiii_gallery/83077.jpg) only her eyes are glowing blue, and her face is more welcoming. And of course, she is more feminine looking.)



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Kain had seen all the preparations an hour before, and he was deeply pleased. Ragnarathon had made sure a lot of things went smoothly, and now stood beside him at this great bronze circle. Numerous guards stood with them, and Shar was shortly to come.

"Do you think this device will work?" Ragnarathon asked Kain curiously, his knightly and rich accent flowing forward within restraint. His arms were crossed and that face seemed to marvel in every little thing.

"I think it will. The planes will come down, and slow down accordingly. It is smaller than they will be expecting, but the runes upon this bronze plate will slow them down, and cushion thier decent. They should be fine, I have already told them how to land correctly. I talked with Yeom, and he assured me everything would be perfectly fine. Such is the advantage of having some of your population as being non-Psi." Kain said, pleased with how things were going. A few guards checked the runes upon the great bronze plate, and found them to be in order.

"Indeed". Ragnathon nodded.

The device which Kain spoke of was a rather huge bronze disc, which was extremely hard to describe to those who had not seen it before. It was segmented, not into neat squares, but rather irregular lines which created segements. Within each rather large segment, there was a rune of balance, which glew blue when it was required. The way the rather thick and sturdy disc operated, was that when a plane came down towards this strange runway, the runes would compensate for speed. For if a plane came down slowly nose first, the runes would activate so it would counter act both the speed and the direction of the plane. Indeed, the pilot did not have to put down it's wheels, it could float in place. Of course, the idea was that planes came down, became balanced, put straight through the intellegent runic patterns, and then the pilot could roll into the space provided (upon normal stone) to park. It was created for this purpose, and allowing sky drops of cargo....even people if they felt brave enough.

Around this bronze disc, there were around ten highly trained guards. These guards were equip with what task they performed within thier squad. Spears ,swords, and staffs for this squad. The spears glew a slight green colour at the tips, and had a small tear cystal at the base of the shaft. The spear shaft was made of a strange, highly resistance wood, which was a deep purple. Swords were made of crystal and were actually spells in affect. Only the hilt was the actual weapon, the blade was activated by a command word. The handle and hilt were made of a flowing and organic looking silver, with again, a tear shaped cystal, larger than the one upon the spears. And the staffs were made of various matierals, some purple wood, some green wood, others pure silver, others transluent whisps of nothingness. All had cystals upon them in some way, of all shapes and colours.

The Psi, as the main race of Velmora were called, were humanoide people, much like humans, although with a few noticable physical differences. The eye colour and hair colour were hardly in the restricted colours of mankind, but rather they delved deep into the colours of the world, and mixed them accordingly. Purple eyes, golden eyes, silver eyes, eyes which seemed to change colour on the mood of the person, other eyes which mixed colours together. Hair colour was something which was hardly restricted, again, purples, greens, blues, golds and silvers were all natural colours, and sometimes there were natural streaks of other colours within it.

Upon each and every Psi, there were tatoos of some description, arcane patterns which aided in thier spell casting. Some were more tatooed than others. Every single Psi could cast spells, with utter frightening efficency. A ten year old child rivaled a eighteen year old novice mage in other nations, in raw skill and talent.

Psi was a land of magic, and every person had it flowing in thier viens.


Velmora's weather was being controlled for the moment, to allow nations to come here by air and by sea to this point. Boats could land within the simple wooden dock they had made. Kain certainly hoped no one brought a massive ship to thier borders. Mages within the Library of Velmora, the massive structure visiable even from here which represented all the culmination of Velmora's history and magical achievements, steadied the flux and flow of the weather so it was calm and sunny. If these mages were not pouring thier efforts into making sure the weather was not calm, there could be a snow storm of a hurricane or something extreme which would make his nation seem very hostile towards other nations indeed.

Kain waited for the arrivals to come, and for Shar to come also. Where was she, Kain thought. She said she would be here with myself and Ragnarathon.

Kain himself was wearing his wonderful clothes, a black suit which folded over his chest in a beautiful way. It had no buttons, no seems, nothing. It all folded over naturally, and the black matieral was a beautiful matieral of Velmora. It was like silk, only thicker and more soft.

Kain wore soft gloves around his taloned hands, which had leather within them. He certainly did not want to cut someone up when he shook people's hands. The black matieral was offset with a silver trim, a very faint and subtle trim which lined his suit and trousers. It went well with his great mane of white-silver hair, which was combed back neatly. Upon Kain's breast pocket, was the symbol of his vampiric clan, the Shentavos. The clan symbol was a crimson heart, being impaled by a sword, a few droplets of blood flowing out of the broken heart. Alongside this symbol was a dipiction of Kain's other family name, Brightblade. It was the wave blade, in a dark blue with a purple circle around and behind the skull hilt.

Kain looked very smart and dignified, and Ragnarathon dressed the same way that he did before. He always looked wonderfully prepared for anything.

The guards wore armour which allowed them freedom of movement for thier spells, like chain mail or scale, and the more magically orientated wore thier light practical robes of various colours. Most wore dark shades of blue with a gold trim, in some way of another, although the Psi guards and military hardly kept with regimental colours.


(OOC If you want a better idea of what my guards and people look like, click here (http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/xph_gallery/80456.jpg), here (http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/xph_gallery/33174.jpg), here (http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/ca_gallery/85445.jpg), here (http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/xph_gallery/33543.jpg) and to get a very rough idea, just a very rough one of what Velmora's buildings look like, click here (http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/rod_gallery/86334.jpg))

OOC: So... are we allowed to sail there?

(OOC Certainly are. I would ask that your ships be small, as it is only a very simply dock at the moment. Velmora does not really have much in the way of docks, as most of the time the sea weather is awful. But seeing as the weather is being controlled today, I see no problem with it. But it is preferable that you do come by air.)

OOC: Our aircraft... aren't that... technical. Ill have to sail. Mind if I land now? The small patrol boat is allready away from the main battleship...

(OOC Feel free to land. The dock is extremely close to the bronze disc, so feel free. Just please, please please please, pour a lot of effort into this rp, with descriptions and thoughts of your characters. I really do mean to stress that. I don't want to kick anyone.

You may begin to enter Velmora. Any future people who wish to join, please, put in an OCC request, apart from Siesatia, who has already asked me.)

"Sir?" A timid corporal approached Lukin, who was trying to light a cigar, as if he could defy the sea spray that extiguished his matches. "We... We're approaching Velmora. We'll be landing soon."
Lukin looked up, abandoning his fruitless attempts with the cigar. He was cold and the water hanging in his beard was not making the voyage any more comfortable. The sea made his scar itch, and that scar was hidden by his facial hair.
"I can bloody well see that, you fool. Go back to work." His apprehension was growing greater as he approached the unfamilier shore, and, though he did not know it, he was clasping the hilt of the knife hard beneath his jacket.
"I just hope there are some other Soldiers at this thing..." He thought. Perhaps something could be salvaged from this party if there were some other military men present.

Twenty minutes later, and he began the unsure and precarious descent to the dock. Lukin glanced around the surrounding buildings.
"Good God," He thought "These building are more than a little odd..."
He started forward, eager to meet the hosts of the event.

Dear Kain,
We would like to send one of our representatives, Master Dragoon Freya Irontail VI, the head of our Elite Special ops unit, The Dragon Knights. Enclosed is a photograph, for ID check, and also the warning that she will be carrying with her, a Pole Axe. This item is considered a historical artifact, and should not be perminantly affected by said spell.
~President Mstr Drgn Nicholas Crescent~
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The letter sent by the President of Siesatia was approved of, and the image regarded with something of great curiousity. No-one had really seen anyone like that. This party was going to get more and more interesting.

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The wind blew into Kain's green face, and he smelt the salt air which was usually carrying some extreme weather as of late. The air of Velmora was highly fresh, completely void of pollution, and with a slight invigerating sensation when one breathed in which was suspected due to the amount of magic which took place within Velmora.

Kain stood beside his personal advisor, and Kain outstreached his arms wide to greet his guests, his movements welcoming and his posture one of actual happiness and a welcoming mood than one of a practiced gesture. Kain had a smile upon his green face, and his eyes looked over the small boat which had just landed upon the odd shores of Velmora.

It was the first foriegn craft to land here in decades.

"Welcome to the land of Velmora!" Kain declared in a grand tone. Ragnarathon stayed in the back of things, preferring Kain to take dominance here. And anyways, this was Kain's nation he thought.

The view from the dock was the great bronze plate, the guards being available if needed but not constricting to the mood, and very few buildings in the distance, some of the tallest. The tallest building from this point, and indeed any point of Velmora, was the Library, was was erect against all. It was a symbol of a constant reminder of who the Psi and Velmora was.

On the left and right of the dock were rather course sands, more rocks than sand in fact, which had very fine sparkling substances within them, which made them appear to glitter all the colours of the rainbow in this warm sun. To these visitors eyes, there were a great forest to the right, although deep into the distance, and to the left there were signs of new cultivation, possibly farms being prepared for.

"I am Kain Brightblade Shentavo, leader of this humble nation. This is my personal advisor, Ragnarathon." Kain said, gesturing to his half dragon freind, who had his hands behind his back. At the mention of his name, the advisor did perform as any knight would, and bowed deeply, and when he had risen, he spoke to the new arrivals, speaking in his knightly and rather archaic accent, "Please to meet you.". He was as if he had come from the past, his clothing being different in style to everyone else.

In fact, that would be a noticable to anyone new to this place that the population wore very varied clothes, and no-one really cast judgements. People wearing great robes of various colours, others wearing chain mail, others wearing rather simple garments, this place was the ultimate in diversity. The whole point of this party was to make it more diverse, and less narrow minded and prejudice. That was the problem with a race who had evolved and devolped a culture unlike others, they often viewed themselves better than everyone else, and Kain knew it too damn well.

"If you would step this way." Kain gestured to the passengers, and said, "I hope your journey was a pleasant one, our mages have been doing a very job in keeping our nation calm in the elements. "

(OOC One request, can you use black font, and after each paragraph, and ou space it out like I have? Just makes it more readable. Thanks.)

The clouds danced before Petrov's eyes as he peered out the plane's window. Upon receiving confirmation of Velmora's location, he had immediately been hustled on to yet another flying boat. This one, however, was able to make actual landings on the earth.

He had just awoken from a nap a few moments prior and was still in somewhat of a daze. After taking a few more seconds to remember where he was and what he was doing, Petrov noticed the book sprawled across his lap--I Am Legend by Richard Matheson. No wonder he had dozed off; that type of book was something he did not care to read. Only a good biography on Napoleon or Rommel would have kept him awake.

Petrov began to laugh as he remembered the story he had read so far. A vampiric plague, the last man on earth, and a soundproof house. "Why am I reading this? Am I hoping it'll tell me something about my host?," he thought uncomfortably. He was not used to going into a situation without much knowledge; the thought of it made him anxious.

"Well, it was between this and Dracula for my "inelligence' sources," he laughed to make himself feel better. The only mention of vampires in Shanagolia being of ancient legends and modern cheap horror films did not provide much information.

At that moment, the pilot came across the speakers. " Mr. Petrov, we are over Velmorian airspace and preparing for our descent. From what we were infromed, this is not going to be your typically landing. Therefore, I advise you to fasten yourself in."

"I wish I was still asleep,' Petrov mumbled as the plane charged towards the runic strip.

"Greetings to you too," Lukin muttered "Lieutenant Colonel Dmitri Lukin, 1st Serb infantry division. Only infantry division in fact."

These two... men... disconcerted Lukin. One of them was simply staring at him, his eyes seeming to look past his face and read his thoughts. Lukin tried to smile to cover his nerves, and reached over to shake Kains hand.
"Pleased to meet you." He shivered and looked up at the surrounding buildings. The architecture was unfamilier and the air clear as the deepest countryside.

Lukin turned to the other man...thing... And extended his gloved hand.
"Pleased to meet you." He lied. The thing spoke in human tongue, but It looked more like a lizard. The hand felt very strange, too hard, too pointed, and he withdrew his own quickly. Whatever this creature was, Lukin wasn't enjoying having to touch it.
"Sorry, this may seem rude, but... uh... What species are you? I mean, we don't often get... lizard... people... back in Serbia." He felt himself blush under his beard, and looked away from Ragna's reptillian gaze.

"Goddamn, but this is awkward." Thought Lukin.

"I take no offence at all, and I hardly reflect the Velmorian people. I am half human, half gold dragon, a rare breed I am sure you will agree. When you look as I do, and I know that Kain experiances this also, that you often recieve questions about one's appearance and lineage. So, do not be alarmed to ask questions." The strange being said, that metalic face of his so very odd to gaze upon. The red sun which was glowing warmly illuminated his golden scales, a most magnificant and royal being, one which knew over ten languages and was well learned within all things to do with literature, if poem or novel, fiction or history, theory or philosphy, for the most part, Ragnarathon knew of it. Such was the advantage of having loving dragon parents, who catered for his every need.

"Indeed", commented Kain, "Questions are welcomed and encouraged. Velmora is a strange land, with strange people and strange customs. Feel free to be curious and explore our ways, but do not wander from us. The populance of Velmora is far from dangerous, but Velmora as a whole has been relatively isolated. The foriegner is a new concept which some people have yet to come to terms with." Kain said, with slightly hint of concern, but his smile still shone through.

Kain noticed the plane within the sky, and hoped that they could follow the instructions that he and Yeom had provided. The bronze arcane disc would essentially cushion the craft and utterly stop it's fall by providing a opposing force slowly. It worked like a great magnetic pull, which would bring the planes down to the disc slowly and safetly. In times of war, Kain supposed, sucha device could be used to draw in planes to make them crash into the cliffs, bring them towards anti-air in some way. Kain did not like thinking of war, Velmora was recovering from civil war still.

Where the frell was Shar, Kain wondered.

The plane came downwards, being drawn steadily and calmly as he expected it would. The runic circle began to glow a light blue in the appropriate places, leveling the plane and drawing it further in. It took a steady twenty seconds for the plane to land completely.

Kain was rather pleased with that.

He spoke to Lukin, saying, "My apologies, I must attend my other guests. If you have any concerns, please speak with anyone here.", meaning the guards or Ragnarathon.

Kain walked over slowly and calmly, making sure that he did not appear as if he was in a hurry to get away from the man.

(OOC Just something I can ask, thanks for providing me with dress everyone, can I have hair colour etc? It does help me tremendously. And Euroslavia, I need a character description from you. Thanks. You see, I make a data file, with all the character descriptions in them. So I copy and paste your descriptions into the word document, so when I look at this thread, I know exactly who my characters are dealing with, and the mental picture is summoned better in my head. Thanks again.)

The ship stopped off the coast of Velmora and a smaller boat was lowered into the waters. The human rowers manned the oars of the small boat, pulling in to the ladder at the base of the small dock. One of the humans tied the boat off, helping Marian to the ladder.

Marian climbed slowly, her long obsidian gown swaying gently in the coastal breeze. She smiled lightly as she stepped onto the dock, her beautiful face seeming to light up as she looked over the dock, dark eyes searching for Kain Shentavo. One soft hand idly smoothed her gown as she tossed her raven hair ever so faintly.

As the plane finally made contact with the earth, Petrov let out a sigh of relief. He had been on countless flights before, including many in the heat of battle, but this was the worst yet. He was not accustomed to having the plane land as if invisible hands were guiding it.

Once he was sure that they were truly stopped, he quickly undid his seatbelt and leapt to his feet. The pilot emerged from the cockpit and beamed excitedly at him. "Quite a landing there, sir. I wouldn't mind having a few of these back home"

"Indeed...," Petrov began before being interrupted by the pilot. "You know it was like zoom! and then I was like..."

"STOP! We are here for other things than childish chit-chat," Petrov responded while pulling on his graying hair. "I would normally not mind, comrade. However, I need to get ready."

"Sorry, sir. I'm just very excited," the pilot replied and turned around to head to the cockpit.

"I wish I was," Petrov said anxiously as he straightened his officer's jacket. "Show time," he said as he headed towards the plane's exit.

Kain saw the boat as it came into land as he walked over to the plane which had just landed upon the great bronze disc. He saw the guest which was inside, and wished he could have greeted her first before this guest. Not making favorites with anyone, but Kain certainly prefered speaking to a female dressed in that attire than speaking to a male dressed in full military uniform. He had dealt with the latter many a time, and he wanted to speak to her first. But alas, that would look very bad to those watching. Ragnarathon would have to greet them, Kain thought.

It was important to note, that Kain was not a lustful creature. Indeed, the vampire noted female and male beauty, and appreciated what some men might feel towards the curves of a woman. But Kain was almost illustrous now, and Kain did not miss it too much. Sure, he could have sex if that was his desire, but it was rare indeed.

The vampire, dressed in his black suit which seemed to hug his body as if it had a mind of it's own, the matieral being almost organic in it's movements and shapes, shone very slightly in the sun. His great mane of white hair appeared to be a rain of quicksilver, the threads of shining wonderousness was Kain's pride. Kain did love his hair, and let it grow with reckless abandon. His hair went slightly beyond his waist, and it grew in a V shape from his forehead. It was most strange indeed, and most difficult for scholars to describe.

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Upon his left ear was a ring, which one would guess was supposed to be upon his finger. But, seeing as his hands had now three talons instead of fingers, such rings were impossible to wear now. It was a dark green metal which shone strangely in the sunlight, and had many runes ingraved into it's surface.

Kain gave Petrov chance to get off the plane, and get his bearings for a few seconds, before walking over and greeting him.

"Petrov I believe? From Shanagolia? Welcome to Velmora, a pleasure to meet a representative of such as yourself. I am Kain Brightblade Shentavo, ruler of this humble nation. You can simply call me Kain, that is what I prefer to long titles and honours."

Kain extended his three pronged hand with a pleasent and warming smile, which was safetly encased in a soft velvet and a leather intererior. Kain had made sure these gloves would allow him to shake hands easily, and with absolutely no risk of people being cut by his intensely sharp talons.

Ragnarathon had taken up his cue to greet the newcomers from the newly arrived boat. He walked over steadily, his red heavy cloak upon his back swayed very slightly with his graceful movements. His purple clothing was tight, and revealed his scales most wonderfully.

Ragnarathon thought that perhaps he should not have been the one greeting these people, seeing as he hardly reflected the population. But when he thought it, he tossed it aside. Kain hardly reflected what the people looked like, and Shar certainly did not. What they were as people, yes. And with that logical deduction, the half dragon proceeded to greet and help the Countess down.

"Countess Mailie I believe." Ragnarathon began, his royal and old manners flowing into affect once more. He bowed before her deeply in respect, and in the way that he believed he should.

"A pleasure to have you upon our Velmorian shores. I am Ragnarathon, Kain's personal advisor. He will greet you in a moment better than I could, he is greeting our more recent guests. I sincerely hope your journey was a pleasant and easy one, our mage's have been wokring hard to ensure safe weathers, as this place is often a place of extreme weather as of late." Ragnarathon said pleasantly, his smile showing no sign of ill intent or deception. He regarded this woman with interest, but a slightly guarded one. But the half gold dragon did not let his thoughts be shown in any way.

He realised that he was saying "our" instead of passing over ownership to others. This was not his land of origin, but....somehow it felt right that he would identity with it. After all, he was living here now.


In the distance and most strange humanoide could be seen, of metal, wood and glowing blue eyes. It was Shar, was she was walking rather hurriedly upwards, in the most strange attire. As she got nearer and nearer to the bronze disc, she came more into view. She was wearing a very light robe, which seemed to have no wieght at all, and ultra thin nature. It glew every couple of seconds, and upon it's dark blue surface were sprinkled light blue sparks, which always remained bright. It was similar to a night's sky, the stars glowing. It was a strange magical item, which Shar had been busy preparing, and the reason she was late. She suddenly realised after Kain left, that if she showed herself as she normally did, she would be very silly indeed. And that would not do, she would show Kain up if she just came in wearing pretty much nothing. As a Construct, she did not need clothes, and she hardly had any reproductive organs, although she supposed did have breasts of a sort. But, nothing that people would be offended by.

Shar was dressed amazingly now, and most strikingly. Although Kain was still occupied with his new guests, Ragnarathon noticed her coming and was glad. Perhaps Shar would speak than he could, he thought.

Lukin glared at the hosts back as he walked the the newest arrival. A lady, no less. It was an irational anger, he knew, but he felt shabby next to the elegant creatures that strode away from him. His uniform was dark green, stained, and similar to that of a privates uniform, apart from the two small stars on his wings that denoted rank. He fiddled with a button, which came off in his hand.
"Damn." He muttered. Something told him that his appearance would make uncomfortable today.

He also dissaproved of Kains long hair, as he'd always done. There was something about it that irritated him, along with the vivid colour of it. His own had once been a dark brown, but had greyed five years ago. He prefered the new hue.

Strolling over to one of the guards, he coughed to attract its attention.
"Yes, sir?" It said, in a civil enough tone.
"Are we allowed to take weapons to this thing? Or will they be confiscated?"

OOC:

I'd like to participate, but my head of diplomacy is currently tied up in an secret meeting.

Would it be okay if my head of diplomacy arrived late or something?

Petrov was amazed at the sight of his host; he didn't look anything like Dracula or Nosferatu. "Well, of course, he doesn't. This isn't a movie," Petrov thought almost laughing.

He extended his hand towards Kain's open and waiting hand with slight apprehension. After all, he had heard that Speaker Benjamin Debs (Shanagolia's leader), currently at another conference, had had his hand literally crushed by the host's handshake. He put his hand into Kain's and began to shake. The handshake was surprisingly powerful but gentle, a good sign.

Petrov withdrew his hand after a few moments and stood staring in the distance. The many strange buildings had caught his eye. He continued to stare at them for a moment before realizing that Kain was still standing there.

"I apologize for that. I was just taken by the sights," he said. He began to feel uncomfortable standing there. The jacket on his chest began to feel increasingly tight. He had been advised to wear soemthing more dignified, but his pride wouldn't let him. After all, this outfit signified his life's greatest achievement.

He squirmed a little under the jacket, trying to hide his discomfort from his host. "It is an honor to be the first Shanagolian to visit your land. I'm sorry that I'm a little short of words; it was a long flight."

He looked across the landing area and saw two of the other guests. He cast a warm smile at Kain and said, "I don't want to hold you up from the other guests. As a foreign minister, I know the necessity of meeting everyone."

The Countess smiles ever so lightly. "Countess Maile ni Ailil, yes." Shadows seem to pool about her as she offers the half-dragon a hand, palm down. Her expression conveys genuine pleasure as she contemplates this interesting being before her. "I think you gave me a splendid greeting, sir."

(OOC Sharina, you are more than welcome to join. There is no need for a letter to be sent, I will simply say you have asked for permission. What I would ask is that in your introduction post, that you do give me a short character description. As I have said before, it does help me no end as I can simply refer to my own documents to make myself aware of the small details cattered into each and every post you make. Thanks.)

The guard, a female Psi who had a rather strange aura to her, replied in a smooth and delicate way, "You shall keep your weapons, only we shall place a rune upon thier surface. A tempory method of preventing you to attack others, but not preventing you from defending yourself from the assailant. So if someone say drew thier sword against you, with the intent of attacking you, the rune upon your own weapon would allow you to attack that individual." The guard explained, her silver staff within her right hand, and her left hand gesturing in explaination. Her purple hair was cut short to her neck, and her purple eyes seemed to hold kindess and a certain sort of mystery to her.

"But, if you tried attacking another who is not involved, the weapon would fail to function, or act in a way which would prevent combat. The rune is highly intellegent and flexible, and one we have perfected. So, if you had a sword within your scabbard, you would not be able to draw it, or a gun if you aimed it at a non-combaticant, would cease to allow you to pull the trigger." The Psi explained with a certain degree of pride. She shifted her feet slightly for better posture, making her chain mail clink slighly in a melodic way.

"Kain has made sure you are safe." She said with another smile.

And indeed he had. He had ensured to explain to his people who these people were, and what they were doing here. Kain had tried to ensure that everyone would not be silent and gauping towards them, even hurl abuse towards him. Kain certainly hoped people did not become elitist or something, towards non-magic using people.

"Do not worry, these lands are strange, and our ways often to alien to the person used to the motorcar and the television. Trust me, I felt the same when I first placed my foot upon a nation where you originate. Most strange indeed, I thought I was going to be swallowed by some thing of metal!" Kain said, with a cheering smile and a chuckle. He knew from perception this man was uncomfortable, and that he felt slightly awkuad. Hopefully, this might break the ice.

When Petrov allowed him to account to other guests, he felt grateful. Now he could meet that woman who had just come upon his shores.

"My thanks Petrov. Please, if you have any concern or question, please speak with a guard or indeed any individual nearby." Kain said, and as he turned he saw Shar with that deep blue cloak around her, glowing like something directly from a fantasy book. Kain thought it looked stunning, although it might make people extremely off guard, seeing a metal and wood humanoide thing, powered by magic which had a robe which glowed and hummed. But nevermind, thought Kain. Velmora was a strange place, and this was the whole point of this.

He walked over to meet Marian, seeing that Ragnarathon and her were exchanging pleasantries.

Shar made her way over to Petrov, wondering how to introduce herself. She was far from the social type, prefering to keep with what few freinds and allies she had, and her thoughts to herself. Ah well, it was an interesting situation to adept to, she thought.

Her shining metal form walked over slowly towards Petrov. With her duel echoy voice, which was musical and arcane in it's nature, she spoke softly to Petrov.

"Hello there. My name is Shar. Don't be alarmed, I am erm, quite safe." Shar said awkwardly, considering her words. She felt slightly embarressed, but gave little indication of it, apart from her humming voice. Shar was attempting to explain what exactly she was, but she feared that she was failing.

"I am known as a Construct, and I am the only one of my kind. Kain...Kain can speak better than I can, and will, explain what and who I am. I am sorry, I am not used to...speaking to foreigners, you see and I..." Shar said, rather apologeticly. She tugged at her lumanous cloak slightly with her three digit metal hands, and looked slightly abashed with those glowing blue eyes, which were powered by magic and will.

I am messing this up, so badly, thought Shar miserably.

The Countess smiles ever so lightly. "Countess Maile ni Ailil, yes." Shadows seem to pool about her as she offers the half-dragon a hand, palm down. Her expression conveys genuine pleasure as she contemplates this interesting being before her. "I think you gave me a splendid greeting, sir."

"I try my best Countess." Ragnarathon continued, and noted that the host was making his way towards Malie himself. He thought silently that this was what Kain wanted, and she wanted, so decided to leave them to it.

"Ah, I see our host does approach. I shall leave you in his company, and I hope to speak with you again." The half-dragon said again, bowed once more, and slowly and with no haste, made his way into the center of the bronze circle once more, to look for future planes. Ragnarathon did all of this with the grace of no other, his every movement deliberate and timed to perfection. It was if all of his movements were planned in advance.

Kain approached, with a slightly more faster pace which was driven by enthusiasm, not nervousness. His smile was pleasing, yet not too broad, and signified a sincere and utmost pleasure in seeing this guest.

"Countess Maile ni Ailil, I am most pleasured and honoured to greet you. I have no doubt you have guessed who I am, but I am Kain Brightblade Shentavo, leader of this humble nation of the Psi. I trust that you have found us with little difficulty?" Kain asked.

Kain had found the public speaker in him again, his speech bettering Ragnarathon's own. Kain did not bow, and it was extremely rare that he did. When Kain Shentavo bowed, it meant a huge amount. He had only bowed to around five individuals, and one of those was his sire, Ravelyn Shentavo, the angelic vampire who was indeed a Seraphim, and a legend in her own glorious right.

The vampire extended his gloved hand in a polite and forthcoming manner.

Petrov was taken aback by the sight of Shar. He was not frightened though as her mannerisms and speech belied a gentle nature. He was simply amazed at the sight of such a being.

Realizing that he was just standing there in amazement, he immediately set about trying to ease the mood.

"Don't worry about it. Shanagolians, by their nature are shy beings. I can't be though because I'm the foreign minister, but even our leader is not known for his fine words," he said sympathetically followed by a light chuckle.

He then peered into her eyes trying to tell if this had eased her mind a little. Not knowing, he attempted to say something more, "I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Alexander Petrov. As you can probably tell from my former statement, I'm from Shanagolia."

He hesitated a few moments to gauge her response before continuing, "Quite an amazing country you have here, at least what I can tell so far."

Shar smiled appreciatively and chuckled herself, her metal face was almost organic and flowing in the way it moved. It reformed and reshaped in strange and fantastic ways, which allowed intense emotion to be conveyed. Those blue eyes of hers changes hue, shade and intensity to reflect her mood. They were currently a slightly light blue, which was not as bright as usual.

Her light chuckle was music to the ears, her almost melancholy and quiet voice like a whispering angel of magic had floated down and granted it's female voice to the surrounding beings.

"Indeed, this nation is rather varied and wonderous. Few have come here to splendor and learn from our vast knowledge and rich culture of magic, but many have fallen to protect it. Including Kain himself." Shar said, looking over at Kain. Her words seemed to tumble out carelessly, she was not used to watching her words.

It was obvious that Shar harboured some feelings towards Kain. Hero worship? Admiration? Loyality? Love? Who knew? Maybe all of them.

Shar looked down at her metal feet and quickly spoke again, correcting herself almost.

"Perhaps I should not have said that and confused you. But, essentially, Kain became a vampire due to his love of this nation, and has and still does, endure much for that which he loves. His people, his magic, his clan...his nation. And for that, the Psi love him and rever him as a hero. He has done much for Velmora, so much...", Shar said in quiet admirable reflection. Her eyes seemed to brighten a little when she talked about Kain in such a way.

The Countess curtsies with absolutely flaweless grace, easily the match of any other being. She arches a brow ever so faintly at his outthrust hand, though she does graciously slide hers into it, palm down. "It is an honor to meet you, Kain Shentavo. I have heard much."

She pauses, considering the man. He was more informal than any other vampire that she'd met. Most sidhe would have said rude. Still, there was a sense of gentleness, of consideration about him that could only be called charming. "It was not difficult. The weather gave us no trouble."

((Reserved for character desc.))

The Lancer, a luxury craft designed for private ventures through space, began it's descent into the atmosphere of Velmora.

"This is Lancer 00218, requesting permission to land at designated coordinates to deliver a representative at the party."

"Lancer 00218, this is Velmora Central, permission granted."
The Lancer

The craft continued until it touched down, the door swiftly slid open, and Freya stepped out, her coat was still wet from the journey through Burmecia City to reach the Spaceport. Walking into the chamber, the guard checked her weapon, and allowed her to pass.
Walking up to Kain, she saluted, hand to chest, palm down. The dragon knight's salute to a superior.
"Please forgive my tardiness, I was delayed in a presentation." she said.

OOC: Sorry, I took a bit of liscence in the landing, since I don't know how your landing procedures work. Tell me if I need to change something. Sorry for my lateness too, I had to finish a christmas present for ESUS.

Kain was found her grace utterly compelling, and it reminded him of his own sire, an individual who had a strange and potent blood flowing within her pale body, that of an angel and a vampire, her movements deliberate and flowing.

"All good reputation I hope, but I doubt those who speak of me are hardly the individuals who like to spread truth with too much zeal." Kain said, relaxing slightly in her presance. There was an odd sense of nostalga to this, Kain thought, that he had been here before and this person he had known in other names and forms. Ravelyn....Daniella? Kain did not know, but she seemed familar for some reason.

Kain noted that a new guest arrived. He decided to wait a moment, to actuall greet this guest correctly and properly. Ragnarathon would greet the rat woman, Kain thought. He did not know her species name, and had forgotten if he had been told. He needed to not dash around greeting everyone, but rather get to know slightly more about everyone.

"So, what made you respond to my invitation? To learn about Velmora itself? Or it's people?" Kain asked curiously and calmly, his manner composed yet relaxed.


(OOC Siesatia, I will make you greet Ragnarathon, the half dragon advisor to Kain, as Kain is busy. Ragnarathon would approach you first in any case, as he is not busy. I will assume you said something similar.)

Ragnarathon approached Freya, and replied.

"Do not worry, you are hardly tardy are you put it. In fact, you are rather on time, and the fact that you were held up by some matter is a testament to your own punctual nature." The half dragon said pleasantly, and reassuringly.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Ragnarathon," swiftly bowing as he had done so with all the other guests. When risen, he continued. "I am the personal advisor to Kain, who will greet you better than I could. Forgive me for asking my lady, but what is your name? I believe it is Freya, no?" The half dragon asked politely and with all the former ettiqute of the old civilisations of fairy tales.

His mannerisms were hardly that of the Psi people, who tended to be blunt and honest in most matters. Kain, had changed slightly due to his exploits with foriegners abroad, and his exilation from both Velmora and the Shentavo, the first being his own forced choice, the latter a result of a loving choice.

"I see. Thank you."
He glanced at the weapons most of the guards held, and turned again to the Women to whom he had adressed his previous question.
"I apologise for monopolising your time, but I have one more question. These weapons you carry... I don't mean to offend, but surely they offer little protection or use when faced with a line of rifles. Of course, from what I have seen so far, they likely contain some sort of device that makes them even more effective than a bullet," He permitted himself a small smile "I was just wondering if you could elaborate."

He found himself more comfortable in the presence of this guard, and could feel the paralisis he faced whenever small talk was forced upon him fading. Something about aristocrats made him socially inept. He prefered to speak with his men, and he supposed he was feeling more easy-going when in the presence of a fighter, despite the differance in race.

"You are hardly monopolising my time, I am more than glad to help. Our weapons are enhanced so they can channel arcane energies which we may summon, and enbue them with elemental and physical properties according to our situation. For example, if I were to wield a spear, and I was facing a water elemental, I could charge my weapon with the element of lighting with a...how can I put it? Arcane word, or sentance. Of course, weapons provide no defence against such weapons, but each and every Psi warrior has a foundation of magic. So that if we faced a platoon of rifleman as you call them, a platoon of spearman could raise a barrier and march forward protected. Of course, those who specialise in using a spear will not be able to raise particulary good combat spells." The female solider explained in detail.

"That is why our platoons are varied, with in essance mages,warriors, and supportive clerics. It is a rather complex affair, which I am sure Kain will explain in the tour. But in essance, every warrior can handle almost aby situation with thier knowledge of magic, within limits. A platoon which has to charge towards thier foes with arcane shields in front of them, will be drained and less able to fight. That is why we have supportive magic users, assisting where required, from the backlines, although we can certain fight in close combat when required." The Psi explained with a degree of pride.

Lukin nodded. This army, if unusual, would certainly be very efficient. He looked with new respect at the landscape around him, with its bizarre architechture and archane technologies. He looked appreciateively at the spear the guard held.
"A fearsome weapon indeed, then. Well, this is very interesting... Thank you for your time." He turned away from the guard and strolled over to the waterside.

As he watched the waves lap at the quay, he drew his butterfly knife from his belt. Fingering the blade, he smiled to think that he would be unable to draw it when it had been doctored. He used it to cut the end off a cigar, which he proceeded to light and take a puff on.
"Oh, shit.." He muttered. Turning, he once again approached the guard.
"Sorry about this, but these streets seem very clean. I was wondering if you object to smoking? I ask because your nation seems very pollution-aware..."

"Smoking is something which absolutely no one does here, and I would advise you do not. But, for this once, you should be fine. Kain himself smokes cigars, but not the convential type. Blood cigars, of his own brand, creation, and in fact, idea. Instead of tobacco, somehow, Kain manages to make cigars which actually has powdered blood within them. Apparently, for a vampire, they are exquisite." The guard said, with a slight concern as to the cigar. But it was good spirited, and hardly a crime to smoke.

"I see. Well, thanks. I'll finish it off and that'll be that." Lukin smiled "And don't stare it that way. At my age, you can afford to enjoy one every now and then."

Clenching the offending cigar between his teeth, he strolled off towards the landing pad.
"Blood, eh? Certainly not conventional.. but another thing to get used to." He thought.

Petrov could sense that Shar had some type of feelings for Kain, but it didn't concern him. He wasn't good at judging people's emotions let alone appreciating them.

"Sounds like Kain has done a lot for his country. My people consider me a national hero, but I only did something that any other decent person would have," he told her. "From what I've seen so far, Kain does seem to put a lot of work in for his nation."

He looked into her face and smiled faintly. He struggled to say more, but nothing came to his mind. He began to feel rather awkward before finally saying, "It was nice to meet you, Shar. I should go and meet some of the other delegates now. I hope to see you later."

He smiled warmly at her as he began to walk towards the Serbian delegate. "I sure hope I didn't offend her. Boy, war is easier than this."

"He most certainly does, more than anyone will know." Shar said quietly in reply.

"Well, it was nice talking to you. Goodbye..." Shar said, wrapped her lumanous robe around herself tighter.

He looked over towards Kain and his conversations, and knew that he and this half dragon were far better conversationists than she could ever be. Well, at least without telepathy. Being a entity which had recently been a free spirit within the other realms, and by Kain's side within a Cloak, Shar never spoke to any other but her assigned person to protect. Hell, she did not even have a name before hand. She was just called Cloak.

The Construct sighed, hoping that this would soon be all over.

Lukin saw the Shanagolian delegate walking towards him. He attempted to smooth his creased and faded uniform, but to no avail.
"Damn." He said, half-heartedly. He looked up again, and began to walk forward himself, extending a hand towards him.

Lets hope this goes better than Kain did...

To learn about you. she thinks. Of course, that's hardly what she says. "I came to establish relations with you nation in the spirit of peace and friendship, of course. I am led to believe that we have a great deal in common."

Again she smiles that radiant smile that seems to shine all the brighter for the shadows which surround it. "The invitation did surprise me greatly. In the past, we have found Velmora a private land, a charming and magical secret. It is rather enchanting, isn't it?"

The Countess makes something of a show of looking around, taking in all the strange wonders. "It is very different than home, but likely more similar than you would guess."

Petrov looked the Serbian delegate up and down. "Hmm, a military man. Maybe this will be more interesting," he thought with a grin.

As he approached the delegate, he extended his hand and made contact with the Serbian's hand. He made sure to give it a nice, strong handshake. As their hands parted, he introduced himself. "Greetings, my name is Alexander Petrov of Shanagolia. I can see that you are, likewise, a soldier."

"Indeed I am. Lieutenant-Colonel Dmitri Lukin of Socialist Serbia. Its an honour to meet you, sir." Lukin smiled. Finally, a comfortable conversation! "Bit strange around here, isn't it? I've been talking with one of the guards, they've got some very interesting military concepts... D'you smoke?" The last sentance was puncuated with Lukin offering Petrov a cigar from the packet in his pocket. "Its frowned upon here, though, so be careful not to smoke it around Kain or his friends."

"Hell yeah, I smoke!," Petrov replied with a smile. "Thanks, Lieutenant. I really needed one."

Petrov took the offered cigar and prepared to light it. Once it was lit and pursed between his lips, he continued, "Yeah, its a little strange here. I just got done talking with some sort of wood lady. In all my years of experience, I can safely say that that has never happened before."

He peered over at the guards that Lukin had mentioned. "They don't seem very powerful. But I suppose, they have some surprises. Boy the way, this is one of the finest cigars I've ever had"

"Yes, they're some of my best..." Lukin nodded towards the guards. "Seriously, those spears... If they do everything they claim they do, it'd be a fearsome weapon. All this magic stuff gives me the creeps."
He paused to take another puff "So whats your military like? We're still using those old Gewehr bolt-action rifles. Reliable, but they lack the rate of fire these modern weapons can achieve..."

"Well then your army could whip ours," Petrov said bitterly. "Its supposed to be a secret, but our military is pathetic. Everyone has become a bunch of pacifists since the Revolution. So, naturally they make the military survive on peanuts."

He puffed on his cigar for a few moments before continuing, "That's why I retired. I may try to get elected as Shanagolia's leader that way I can rebuild our army. Let's just hope both our nations don't get invaded anytime soon."

"Velmora has been a rather secluded place, that has been half of it's allure. Not many places you get deep green trees and glowing purple trees is it?" Kain said with a smile, reflecting on how strange his nation was in comparison to some of the "normal" places he had been to.

"What is so similar to it?" Kain asked curiously.

"Really? Thats terrible, nothing worse than a Government that won't support its military." He dropped the Cigars stub into the water. "Serbia always needs more military funding. You should see our armour. Its a joke! Lets face it, a T-26 just can't compete with these new designs..." He sighed. "Well, lets hope you get to power in your homeland. You're right, if we were invaded it would be a slaughter."

He took off his peaked cap and wiped the moisture off his forehead.
"Well, I won't spread it around. We're trying to keep our military failings hidden too."

"Well, deep green and glowing purple trees for one thing, though only in a few isolated places." She answers simply. She smirks ever so faintly, looking the man over. "So what is so different about it?"

OOC: Sorry, very busy day today.

Freya looked at the half-dragon, what was his name... Ragnarathon.
"Yes, I assume my govenment sent full details? This is a very interesting country. Almost no pollution I assume? Much like my own home, only the weather here is not as nice." She looked around at the few guests.

"Well, deep green and glowing purple trees for one thing, though only in a few isolated places." She answers simply. She smirks ever so faintly, looking the man over. "So what is so different about it?"

"Well, that magic is incorperated into every element and aspect of our lives, and the society which we have. To those accustomed to magic and the races of it's heritage, this is not such a radical place. But, to those born within the cradle of technology, this place can be daunting indeed, so I hear." Kain explained. The wind picked up from the east, a slightly colder air which made Kain's silver hair pick up slightly. The vampire felt no cold, his greens skin was impervous to the elements now. Such was one of the many advantages of being a vampire.

Kain asked himself if everyone was here. He guessed not, recalling who was here. Should be around two more he thought. Best to grant them more time to arrive, before this will begin, he decided.

He had the journey decided, the path up the the Throne room would be a rather easy one. It would pass some of the ruins of Velmora, then going into the farmlands, the entrance to the second level to Velmora, and then most of the newer urban areas. A view of the Library would be in clearer sight then, and then through another district, then to the Throne room. It sounded a considerable deal, when in actual fact it was not.


Ragnarathon smiled at the Berman, "Well, our weather is not always this pleasant. Our mages are currently affecting the weather so that people who might come to our island will not be swept away by the elements. I believe you nation is always under a rain storm? At least, that is what I have read."

Being a man of sophistication and knowledge, the academic knew many things which normal folk would not know. Although not well read on Freya's home land, he did know simple things about it, and he was always willing to learn more about foriegn nations. That was the reason he had decided to serve Kain for a time, to learn of his subject for his new book, although Kain did not realise it. He needed to find out about Kain more, be around him and his nation. Ragnarathon had already learned a fair deal about Kain, and being around him and observing him, gave him more matieral than he could have wished for.

He was going to attempt to write the history of Kain Brightblade Shentavo, a legend which few people knew the truth about. An extremely daunting task. But seeing as the half-dragon now had access to psi literature, a thing which was not too deep in the historical kind, but fascinating to the magic user, the scholar's task was made easier.

But it was still a task which would require much time.

Luckily, Ragnarathon had that time.

OOC: Velmora, do you plan for a tour? Maybe a military/magic demonstration?

(OOC I certainly do. What we are going to do, is walk together through some of Velmora to the Throne Room, relax, enjoy some entertainment, be refreshed. Then, we will see some demonstrations on how the lower half of Velmora (the underground) is faring, with various things being shown, like how our economy works, and yes, a demonstration from our military.)

OCC: Wonderful, I look forward to it. How long will the reception continue before we move on?

(OOC Not too long. A little bit more conversation, then we shall get a move on. I will introduce another one of my supporting characters to signal that everyone is ready etc. Don't worry, it is all in hand.)

OOC:Great. Im a liitle stuck until Shanagolia comes back on. (Hence all the OOC)

Freya nodded. "Yes, I am surprised you would know so much, the Gaia system is pretty remote, not many people traverse our way. Heck, extra ESUS trading is almost non excistant, because of our location in the, 'badlands'"

She adjusted her spear.

"We do have a trading convoy that travels to a colony in the Sol System once a month though."

Maile nods a little. "That is most fascinating and most wonderous. We are ever struggling to help magic gain a stronger place in the modern world." She has a lot in common with the people of this place, as do her people. Hopefully, they can be friend. Hopefully. "I would like to hear more, if I am not keeping you from more important guests than my humble self."

OOC: Sorry about the wait. I've been on the go all day. Tuesdays are my hell day.

"Perhaps our two nations could someday work more closely together," Petrov said as he took one final puff on his cigar beofre rubbing it out. He placed the leftover bit into his jacket's pocket to avoid insulting the host.

"Well it was nice talking to you, Lieutenant," he said with casual nod of his head. "But I suppose we had better mingle with the other guests. We don't want to look like we're plotting something."

"You shall hear more, in all due time, for now begins our journey into Velmora's heart." Kain said, and bid Maile politely farewell. Kain walked into the center of the bronze disc, his white hair rising and falling with the wind's childish play.


Ragnarathon saw that the host was about to draw attention to himself, and bring about the first step into the tour. He was glad in many respects, as this would get things progressing.

"My knowledge is wide and great, if I do say so myself Lady Irontail, for my books have made me learned of the world's details and my experiances more wise in them. The reason I am here in fact." The half-dragon stated.

"We best attend Kain, for he is about to bring us to the begining of our tour. He will greet you in the center. My apologies, time has run slightly over." Ragnarathon said, and walked gracefully towards Kain, who stood within the center. Shar made her own way towards Kain's side, so that Kain's right had the image of the strange Construct, and on his left side was the half-dragon's golden form. A highly odd trio indeed to look upon.

"May I have your attention please, guests of Velmora.", Kain said grandly to everyone, his voice eminating through the slightly cold air. It was getting more chilly, quite possibly due to the mages responble for the weather realising that all the guests had arrived safetly. Now normal weather would resume, and it looked very much like snow was on the way.

"Firstly, I apologise to Freya here for not introducing myself to you. I am Kain Brightblade Shentavo, leader of Velmora. To some of you who may have already been introduced, on my right is Shar, a Construct. Shar is one of my good personal freinds, and one of the main parts to play within Velmorian goverment concerning research into Constructs, which we shall learn of later on. And Ragnarathon on my left, is a half-dragon, who is also my person advisor."

The half-dragon bowed again when mentioned, whereas Shar simply smiled awkuadly. She felt slightly better now being called a close personal freind of Kains.

"Before we begin, I must ask what weapons each every one of you carries. Can you please place them upon the floor here. As said within the invitiations, we shall be placing a rune upon the weapons to prevent you intitating an attack on someone, but not prevent you from defending against assault." Kain explained, and gestured to the bronze floor around him. The guards were ready to enchant the weapons.

"If any of you have a problem with this, please say, although by coming here I would have thought it clear that you agreed to this." Kain stated.

(OOC Bump?)

OOC: Start the tour, we can't say anything

OOC: Start the tour, we can't say anything

(OOC I am asking for your weapons! Kain has just asked that you present what weapons you have, and put them on the bronze floor of the huge landing disc, so that the guards can place a rune upon them!)

Freya layed her weapon on the disk. Slightly concerned, as the weapon was very old. She waited for the guards.

(OOC Siesatia, I don't mean to nag or anything, but can you put more detail and vibrance into your posts? I will understand if it is lack of time to do it, but I did say at the begining of this roleplay, that I did expect high quality posts here. Otherwise this won't be enjoyable.)

Petrov reached to his side and pulled a pistol from a small holster in his belt. He carried this gun with him everywhere, an old habit from the many battle he had seen. That gun had helped save his life on several occasions; he hoped the rune wouldn't damage it.

It was an old, outdated model that was quite rare in the world. It was very similar to the old Luger model that the German army had used during World War II, but possessed its own unique characteristics. It almost appeared hand-crafted but was difficult to tell for sure.

He placed it at the ground and took a few steps back. henodded at Kain and said, "That's all the weapons I have. I only brought that with me out of an old soldier's habit."

It was difficult to acquire guns in Shanagolia ever since the flurry of anti-gun legislation in the past year. "I hope I won't have to find a new one, " he thought as he stared at the pistol on the ground.

Reluctantly, Lukin placed his butterfly knife and glock on the disk. He stood back, nodded to the guards, and smiled slightly.

"Should be interesting..." he thought.

(OOC Siesatia, I don't mean to nag or anything, but can you put more detail and vibrance into your posts? I will understand if it is lack of time to do it, but I did say at the begining of this roleplay, that I did expect high quality posts here. Otherwise this won't be enjoyable.)

Simplistic action = Simplistic post.

((OOC: I don't have any weapons))

(OOC Then roleplay it then, if you have no weapons, then say "I don't have any weapons to give to you" or something.

And Siesatia, as long as you do give high quality posts, I am cool.

I will post soon, I am a tad busy right now. Don't want to feed you crap posts, when I can do better.)

OOC: I just wanted to mention something that has come up. I'm leaving in about a day for the holidays, and I won't have much access to the internet during that time. So I probably won't be posting much over the next two weeks, but I will try to get on a few times to respond. Sorry about that.

Also Velmora, you write pretty damn well. Its really hard to try and match your posts. :)

We deserve a bump

The guards viewed the weapons before them with an impassive look, it was all the same. Perhaps they were expecting alien equipment of some sort, a weapon design which challenged the imagination to a duel and win. A guard went to each of the weapons, and placed thier weapons away, those with sword eminating a mental command to thier arcane blades to deactivate, leaving the organic handle.

Kain spoke as the guards prepared, explaining the process which was occouring. He spoke as a teacher, someone who know this rite of passage any foriegn weapon required to go through if it was held by a stranger. "Each guard will now place a sympathetic rune upon the weapon, which will still allow you to use the weapon if attacked, but will cause the user to be unable to initiate the first attack, meerly reaction to an action. It is more accurate to call the runes we use, rune structures, as they are multiple runes combined in a specific way to make the infinate possibilities of the universe come into existance. You will hear the runic language of our people in the spell, which we can understand, and it raises vivid mental pictures."

The guards made slow meaningful gestures with thier hands, practiced movements which were commited to memory and brought into affect flawlessly and the effort of absent minded breathing. They began to chant, words flowing into the air, making the senses question thier ability to percieve the world. For the world's reality was being being interwoven with new possible realities, subtle changes which would do what the mage's wished. The words were hard to descern, they seemed to crash into one another with great zeal, and excitement of being said. It was a chorus of the arcane quoir, the religon of magic being practiced before the strangers to this alien isle.

"KUoh-see-baeae-de-raeay-lu nee-haah feeay-de-ra seeeay-haoon eay-ha-fumah-lu-deeayoo-ha deoo oo-fu-fuah-ha-kueay-jaeah baeoo-ku-kueay-peeaymeay-deoh"

Energy snaked around thier bodies, in a warm blue hue around thier robed and armoured legs, growing a more electrical nature to it as it spiraled upwards. It flowed, intensfying. It evolved, the energies gaining a new colour woven into it, as the words grew harsher, more commanding. A warm orange, with a strange glow of red was intergrated with the energy. The two different energies remained seperate, but were brothers in this river of possibilities.

The energies flowed into the spell caster's hands, and then, the hands moved into the air, creating the same rune in the air. One which had the calming shade of blue overwhelming the barely visible oranges and reds which crept into the rune. The rune formed a few inches away from the spell caster's hands, and floated rather eeriely, being shaped and made correctly. This entire process only took a few short yet intense seconds, but to the foriegn viewers who were not used to the ways of magic, it seemed like hours as reality was rewritten.

The runes floated above the weapons, and began to sink...changing it's size as it did so, so that fitted perfectly and rather artistically upon the weapon.

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The tempory rune structure were planted into the weapon, and remained there rather comfortably. They did not hum with arcane energy, but they did feel slightly warm to the touch, as if it was alive. And in some ways it was. It was aware of the user's mental patterns, through the advanced magic used.

Kain understood what was just said in the runic language, seeing the three runes which had been formed into the positions it had been placed in, and understanding the alterations each mage made to make them stable. Casting spells were more of an art, Kain knew.

The guards stepped away from the weapons, and went to thier original positions, reclaiming thier passive stance once more.

Kain stood with a slight smile on his face, and addressed his guests once more.

"Now, we the tour shall begin shortly, when Magnus arrives from his current duties. I believe something has held him up, which is rare for him. Magnus is the head of our Arcane department of goverment, a rather huge and dominating part of our goverment, seeing as magic is our lifestyle. In the mean time, are there any questions about the runes upon your weapons?" Kain asked, hoping that Magnus would arrive soon.

Freya looked on with little interest in the spell, but more as to think if it would have any lasting effect on the ancient weapon... The society here seemed to embrace the magics, much as the black mages had in the history books.
She picked up the weapon, and walked back into the group. Thinking back to the Black Mages, and the Mist Wars, which had almost brought her people to total anihilation.
Waiting in the group, she wondered what she might see on the tour, were these people's technlology and lifestyle similar to Siesatia, or would it be different?
She looked around for Ragnarathon, too ask about the magic form they used.

OOC: Is Ragnarathon still around?

(Ragnarathon is still around, as is Shar. I will tell you if a character makes an exit, or enterance etc. I just won't continously remind you of thier presance. And also, you can ask Kain these questions if you wanted. But Ragnarathon is there.)

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