NationStates Jolt Archive

Outside the cold stone wall surrounding Persepolis Palace with golden domes and spires of the palace reflecting the light of the Iranian sun onto the oasis of beauty within the walls. Clear water pools with manicured rows of hedges and fountains spewing forth water back into the lakes gave a sense of paradise to a semi arid area. From the corner of one's eye, a golden Faravahar sitting atop the Shah's fire temple glistened as the Dasturs tended the sacred flame within. Groves of trees lined the road leading up to the gate of iron which sealed the palace from the outside world. Outside these walls, Laborers toiled under the sun in the hot Persian sun. A fence of what looked like barbed wire was being prepared, covering an area of a square mile. Around them, horse trailers sat under shaded pavillions, their contents giving a sound of what seemed like moaning. Within, it was not horses, it was hundreds of Shoobooshaaban slaves, packed together like cattle. There would indeed be horses, but they would come from the Shah's stable.

A message was being sent to all interested nations:

Greetings, I, Shah Khosru III, Brother to the Sun and Moon, King of Kings, Beloved by Ahura Mazda hereby send thee an invitation to an event once held only for my people, the children of Cyrus. We offer to you, fine leaders of the world the oppurtunity to enjoy a Parthian Hunt. A Parthian Hunt is a noble Persian sport where a man mounted on a horse and armed with a bow and arrows hunts down animals in a large enclosed space. In the past Shahs have hunted lions, leopards, gazelle, and other exotic beasts. Now, we offer to you, all of that plus a new beast. I offer you a chance to hunt Shoobooshaaban slaves, people so inferior that they are essentially beasts. Any of my allies are more than welcome to attend and enjoy the festivities, and other heads of state are more than welcome to come and join, just ask for approval first. All guests will stay in Persepolis palace, which boasts 400 Guest bedrooms, of which 55 of the finest will be used. Entertainment will be grandiose and lavish, feasts will be excessive, numbers of harem women for your pleasure will be staggering. Enjoy our Persian hospitality and live like a Shah every night after hunting down your prey.

-Shah Khosru III

Greetings.

Holy Empire of Bodastan may come, our "representatives" will be Bodarien colonel Kranos Khalil and diplomat Lao Dareth, if we may come to the event.

In good diplomatic relations, and for them,

Ambassador Uren Preth

OOC:. The Parthians, don't you find it ironic that Alexander the Great was first introduced to the Persian Empire in a hunt such as this? You might want to watch out for any young men who wish to enjoy such a nice offer! :p

IC: The Xenonian Protectorate expresses and intrest in involving ourselves in such a hunt. However, to do so, we need a timeline as to when this will happen. could you please provide one?

Ambassador Kolov Ret.

Greetings.

Holy Empire of Bodastan may come, our "representatives" will be Bodarien colonel Kranos Khalil and diplomat Lao Dareth, if we may come to the event.

In good diplomatic relations, and for them,

Ambassador Uren Preth

Greetings,

We have officially approved your desire to attend this event. It will last for three days ( 1 RL day) with one massive hunt of hundreds of animals per day. Events begin tomorrow if interested.

-Shah Khosru III

OOC:. The Parthians, don't you find it ironic that Alexander the Great was first introduced to the Persian Empire in a hunt such as this? You might want to watch out for any young men who wish to enjoy such a nice offer! :p

IC: The Xenonian Protectorate expresses and intrest in involving ourselves in such a hunt. However, to do so, we need a timeline as to when this will happen. could you please provide one?

Ambassador Kolov Ret.

OOC: Highly ironic, and hopefully history doesn't repeat itself.

Ic

The hunts will last for three days beginning in one week (tomorrow).

May Generalissimo J.L. attend?

President Gordon Lew would like to attend. If possible, he would like to bring his personal customized Martini-Henry and Martini-Enfield rifles, and maybe a Remington 870.

May Generalissimo J.L. attend?

I would be honored to have my good friend and ally J.L. attend. Please, come and enjoy the festivities.

-Shah Khosru III

I would be honored to have my good friend and ally J.L. attend. Please, come and enjoy the festivities.

-Shah Khosru III

Thank you, your Majesty. It will be an honor to attend.

-Generalissimo J.L.

President Gordon Lew would like to attend. If possible, he would like to bring his personal customized Martini-Henry and Martini-Enfield rifles, and maybe a Remington 870.

I am sorry if I have not stated the mode of this hunt, but it is done on horseback using a bow and arrow. However, if you desire to use firearms, please do so.

-Shah Khosru III

Very well, a bow and arrow will suffice.

Gordon Lew
President
Rep of Upper Xen

Can we use commies as targets?

-Generalissimo J.L.

Can we use commies as targets?

-Generalissimo J.L.

We will have Shoobans, Communist Dissidents, Social Democrats, and other dregs of society for your hunting pleasure.

-Shah Khosru III

We will have Shoobans, Communist Dissidents, Social Democrats, and other dregs of society for your hunting pleasure.

-Shah Khosru III

Thanks! It sounds like a blast!

-Generalissimo J.L.

What about environmentalists, hippies, and feminists?

-Generalissimo J.L.

What about environmentalists, hippies, and feminists?

-Generalissimo J.L.

You bet!

-Shah Khosru III

Emperor Antonius himself would most like to attend this great spectacle, and partake in the noble sport.

-Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

Emperor Antonius himself would most like to attend this great spectacle, and partake in the noble sport.

-Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

My friend Antonius is always welcome in Parthia. Please come and expect Human Rights Confrence IV. In Parthia, cigars are so plentiful they could grow from trees, harem girls abound, and liqour flows from fountains.

-Shah Khosru III

How could the royal gathering in Parthia be complete without the presence of neighbouring Indians? The President of Shonar Bangla himself, Habibul Bashar, would take a break from the tedious doings of everyday administration and coalition management, to relax and enjoy in the luxurious Parthia, of course with the Shah's permission.

"That might be alright." colonel Kranos Khalil said.

How could the royal gathering in Parthia be complete without the presence of neighbouring Indians? The President of Shonar Bangla himself, Habibul Bashar, would take a break from the tedious doings of everyday administration and coalition management, to relax and enjoy in the luxurious Parthia, of course with the Shah's permission.

Permission granted, you are more than welcome to enjoy the luxuries of the Parthian court.

-Shah Khosru III

Emperor Helldawg would like to attend the festivities.

Emperor Helldawg would like to attend the festivities.

The Emperor of doomingsland is always welcome in Parthia. Hospitality to allies never ends here.

-Shah Khosru III

"So, when will we start?"

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"So, when will we start?"

OOC: Now

Shah Khosru gave out the message to all nations, the Parthian hunt was beginning.

In the fenced off area, political prisoners and slaves were being kept in cages under shaded pavillions to prevent overheating. Through the barbed wire, they could see the horses being prepared for a crowd of people. In air conditioned tents, bows, arrows, cavalry spears, and other weapons were being cleaned.

Generalissimo J.L. rubbed his hands together so quickly the friction nearly caused a combustion. He eagerly licked his lips in anticipation. What could be better? He was enjoying the hospitality of one of his best friends, in a nation that was not only one of his favorite allies but also a damned great place to visit, and soon he would be doing what he had enjoyed doing all his life: reducing the world's pinko population. He walked into the tent to ask if they would like help cleaning.

"JL, cleaning is for the hired help, said the Shah. As he walked forward, the ornate armor chainmail legs and sleeves. On his chest, his armor was made of many scales, each shining in the sunlight. Upon his head, he wore a helmet with a disc of gold upon the top and decorated with gems and gold inlay. "IT is good to see you again, though I ask why you are not inside the palace where the reception is being held. Please, come with me.

"JL, cleaning is for the hired help, said the Shah. As he walked forward, the ornate armor chainmail legs and sleeves. On his chest, his armor was made of many scales, each shining in the sunlight. Upon his head, he wore a helmet with a disc of gold upon the top and decorated with gems and gold inlay. "IT is good to see you again, though I ask why you are not inside the palace where the reception is being held. Please, come with me.

"Yes, sir," J.L. said, smiling, and followed the Shah.

Gordon Lew stepped in, dressed in desert digital camo and wearing a slouch hat, carrying a composite bow with a sight in a suitcase.

He then said, "Am I late?"

"JL, cleaning is for the hired help, said the Shah.

OOC: "Hired help?" Isn't that what slaves are for? ;)

"Yes, sir," J.L. said, smiling, and followed the Shah.

"It is a long walk from the hunting ground to the Palace, we are outside the walls at the moment and the palace complex is huge. Please, hop in the limo here and the Immortal will drive us." Shah Khosru stepped in followed by JL, and the limo began to drive into the palace grounds as soon as the massive gate of iron covering the entrance moved. Inside, it was a garden of eden, plants sat around lakes with spouting fountains. The golden domes and spires of the great palace reflected into the lake. To the sides, trees grew alongside the stone road as they drew closer to the palace. Soon enough, they arrived at the palace and the Shah exited the vehicle.

Persepolis Palace:

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"It is a long walk from the hunting ground to the Palace, we are outside the walls at the moment and the palace complex is huge. Please, hop in the limo here and the Immortal will drive us." Shah Khosru stepped in followed by JL, and the limo began to drive into the palace grounds as soon as the massive gate of iron covering the entrance moved. Inside, it was a garden of eden, plants sat around lakes with spouting fountains. The golden domes and spires of the great palace reflected into the lake. To the sides, trees grew alongside the stone road as they drew closer to the palace. Soon enough, they arrived at the palace and the Shah exited the vehicle.

J.L. gaped in astonishment and incredulity as his eyes beheld the magnitude of the palace's size and pulchritude. Other than his wife, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Colonel Kranos Khalil comes in, smiling, saying 'ahh alright'.

J.L. gaped in astonishment and incredulity as his eyes beheld the magnitude of the palace's size and pulchritude. Other than his wife, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The Shah smiled, "You like the palace? Let me tell you, the interior is even better." Walking past a line of saluting Immortals in blue and gold dress uniforms, blue berets, and high black boots, the palace doors opened into the main room. Crowds of Parthian nobles dressed like the Shah except for the ornate helmet all kneeled on the ground as the Shah entered the room

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The Shah spoke, rise my friends, for today we are blessed with the presence of my friend, my ally, Generallissimo JL. Please, show my allies some Persian hospitality. Several waitresses went around with trays of caviar and other delacacies. One walked up towards JL and began to speak. "Perhaps you would like some caviar, or something else I could get you?"

Colonel Kranos Khalil comes in, smiling, saying 'ahh alright'.

The Shah walked over to meet him, "Hello my friend, welcome to my home." Perhaps you would like something? I'll have a waitress get right over."

The Shah smiled, "You like the palace? Let me tell you, the interior is even better." Walking past a line of saluting Immortals in blue and gold dress uniforms, blue berets, and high black boots, the palace doors opened into the main room. Crowds of Parthian nobles dressed like the Shah except for the ornate helmet all kneeled on the ground as the Shah entered the room

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The Shah spoke, rise my friends, for today we are blessed with the presence of my friend, my ally, Generallissimo JL. Please, show my allies some Persian hospitality. Several waitresses went around with trays of caviar and other delacacies. One walked up towards JL and began to speak. "Perhaps you would like some caviar, or something else I could get you?"

J.L. looked down, feeling morose and guilty. He did not particularly care for caviar, but he didn't want to offend the Shah. "I'm, uh, not that hungry, thanks," he said. "May I have a glass of root beer?"

J.L. looked down, feeling morose and guilty. He did not particularly care for caviar, but he didn't want to offend the Shah. "I'm, uh, not that hungry, thanks," he said. "May I have a glass of root beer?"

"Most certainly, though if now or later, you want something to eat just ask." Said the waitress.

"Most certainly, though if now or later, you want something to eat just ask." Said the waitress.

"Actually...is linguini alfredo available?" J.L. asked. "If possible, might I have shrimp and chunks of lobster and crab meat added to it?"

Gordon Lew stepped in, dressed in desert digital camo and wearing a slouch hat, carrying a composite bow with a sight in his suitcase.

He then said, "Am I late?"

OOC: Needs a response...

"Actually...is linguini alfredo available?" J.L. asked. "If possible, might I have shrimp and chunks of lobster and crab meat added to it?"

"Yes it is, we have a chef from Italy hired for the express purpose of making Italian food. I'll be right back with the food Genrallissimo." Said the waitress.

The Shah smiled, "I take it you don't like caviar much. I only provide the stuff because I want my nobles to think I'm ruling an opulent court. Though, I personally love the stuff." Said the Shah before devouring a water cracker covered in a spread of beluga.

OOC: Needs a response...


"Welcome to my humble abode, said the Shah. Please, I'll have a few camberlains show you to your room where you can put your suitcase down."

"Welcome to my humble abode, said the Shah. Please, I'll have a few camberlains show you to your room where you can put your suitcase down."

Gordon said, "Thanks."

He followed the chamberlains to his room, where after sitting down, he put down his suitcase.

OOC: I'm gonna be gone for an hour or two. I'll be back soon.

"Yes it is, we have a chef from Italy hired for the express purpose of making Italian food. I'll be right back with the food Genrallissimo." Said the waitress.

The Shah smiled, "I take it you don't like caviar much. I only provide the stuff because I want my nobles to think I'm ruling an opulent court. Though, I personally love the stuff." Said the Shah before devouring a water cracker covered in a spread of beluga.

"Thank you," J.L. said.

"Thank you, sir," Colonel Khalil said, bowing before Shah and saluting, and then told the waitress, that he doesn't need anything at the moment.

All of a sudden, Emperor Helldawg came from out of nowhere. He was wearing his ceremonial armor and had his mace at his side.

"Hello, Shah, I trust your investagation of those who tried to kill you is going well?"

All of a sudden, Emperor Helldawg came from out of nowhere. He was wearing his ceremonial armor and had his mace at his side.

"Hello, Shah, I trust your investagation of those who tried to kill you is going well?"

"Good day my friend. Yes, we have discovered the conspiracy is quite deep, but most of the guilty lie in a mass grave, so there are no more major problems."

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Gordon Lew then walked outside, and walked up to the Shah. He then bowed, and said, "So, when do the festivities begin?"

Gordon Lew then walked outside, and walked up to the Shah. He then bowed, and said, "So, when do the festivities begin?"

"The festivities begin now, please follow me." The Shah motioned to his other guests who followed him outside. There, many horses of the Shahs stable were being led by the reigns up near the entrance one for each foreign guest the Shah had. They were white all over, and all were very stong. The Shah spoke, "After I mount my horse I ask the foreign guests to be next, then my beloved nobles, you shall join as well." A Shoobooshaban slave got down on all fours next to the Shah's horse and then, the Shah stepped on his back before throwing his legs into the stirrups and mounting the horse. Carrying his bow in one hand and his quiver and spear on his back, we waited for the foreign dignitaries to do the same.

Generalissimo J.L. mounted his horse and waited for the festival to start.

With the other dignitaries ready for the event, the Shah galloped his horse down the road lined by the trees leading to the gate, already opened by Immortals standing there on duty. As a foreign ruler passed, they bowed in respect. Just outside the palace, the enclosure had been set up and the slaves were being let out of their cages. A few were armed with pointy wooden sticks, but the majority were too fearful to carry anything and were huddled together in a group. As the dignitaries arrived the Shah spoke, "Once this gate is open, use your spear and bow to kill anything not hunting." The Immortals then began to push open the barbed wire gate and then, as the gate opened, the Shah pulled back on his bowstring with an arrow in place. The fine Persian horseman's bow pulled back with more ease and fired with more force than a regular bow. As the sun hit the golden orb on the Shah's helmet and upon the armor scales of his breastplate, the light reflected off into the Shoobans making it look like Mithra, god of light himself was about to smite them with the polished bow. Then, he loosed off the arrow, flying stright into a Shooban man's head. The hunt had begun.

J.L. aimed the bow directly at a pinko's jugular, pulled back on the bowstring, and released, sending an arrow gliding through the air. It pricked the pinko's neck and spurted blood everywhere, killing it instantly.

Gordon mounted his horse, and proceeded to join the others. His composite bow, with a scope, was really way too high tech for this.

Finding a gazelle, he aimed, zeroing its head in his sights. Years spent on the range and hunting buffalo had led to this moment.

He let the arrow fly, and the gazelle went down in one shot.

Gordon went, "Score!"

OOC: You have gazelles? If not, I'll just go after Shoobooshans.

J.L.'s aim was normally abysmal. However, his love of killing commies was so profound it completely eliminated his inaccuracy. Every shot was a direct hit. The blood of pinkoes permeated the air. Dozens upon dozens of them collapsed to the ground like a ton of bricks, as gore drenched the landscape.

The success at taking down the gazelle emboldened Gordon. Normally very reserved in public, he yelled "Yee-hah!" and began charging after the herds of gazelle, taking down every one with a single shot. The landscape soon littered the landscape.

He was doing very well today, normally he usuallly didn't bowhunt, he wasn't that good.

He then said, "How you like me now!" gloating over the gazelles.

The emperor had brought his own steed, a great white horse with black armor, and the only one in the country worthy enough for him to mount. He donned his sinister looking armor, and mounted his mighty horse. He drew his great mace, and went off with the others. His first victom was a fleeing communist dissedent. He didn't feel like a ranged attack, so he quickly closed with his prey, and swung his mighty battle mace, catching the poor man in the back of the head. His skull was completely shattered, and his head went flying 20 feets. The emperor watched with glee as more huntees fled from the group. He then drew a throwing axe, and flung it at his opponent, the axe achieving a velocity of 90 mph as it stuck in the back of a Shooban's head, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Gordon mounted his horse, and proceeded to join the others. His composite bow, with a scope, was really way too high tech for this.

Finding a gazelle, he aimed, zeroing its head in his sights. Years spent on the range and hunting buffalo had led to this moment.

He let the arrow fly, and the gazelle went down in one shot.

Gordon went, "Score!"

OOC: You have gazelles? If not, I'll just go after Shoobooshans.

OOC: SOme gazelles, mostly Shoobooshaabans though.

IC: The Shah monted yet another arrow into his bow, and then as the Shoobans armed with stakes closed in he turned around at a full gallop. Pivoting his body around and using his feet to control the horse, he then took the arrow and loosed it at the pitiful Shooban (this trick is called a Parthian shot in RL), sticking a sharp arrow into his chest. Then, with the group stopped and formed into a tight formation to resist a charge, he turned around to face them and then rode around them loosing arrows. Whenever one came too close, he galloped away and fired a Parthian shot. As he rode away from the remainder of the slaves, he came upon a hippie child of eight or nine. As the child ran away, the Shah placed his bow in a holder mounted on his saddle, and then removed his spear, which had been held by a strap on his back. Grasping the metal shaft with two hands on the right side of his steed, he forced the horse to charge faster and faster until, he broguht his speak to bear on the child, impaling him. With the child stuck on his spear, he then using the massive strength of his arms whipped the spear backwards and sent the body flying into the air.

J.L. laughed at the Shah's action and felt elation and glee. Hippies, too, huh? he thought. Even better.

He reached into his quiver for another arrow.

The emperor continued flying through the ranks of hippies and Shoobans, indiscriminately sending people soaring through the air from his mace, and occasionaly chucking a throwing axe at someone out of reach. Finnaly, he became bored with that, and drew his bow.

He notched an arrow, and looked in front. There was a Shooban 500 meters in front of him, hiding. No one else saw the man, he was in a tree. He raised his bow, and adjusted his aim according to wind current. He let fly an arrow, which flew through the air, apparently dissapearing. A minute later, a body fell from the tree, an arrow apparently lodged in the skull.

"That's a kill!"

A crane outside the fenced area sprang to life as grounds crews attached a large metal cage and then sent the package into the enclosure. With the push of a remote, it opened and released three starving leopards which ran directly towards the Shoobooshaabans. Within parts of a second, the Shoobans unlucky enough to be attacked were tackled by the powerful cats and torn to shreds. The Shah saw the beautiful animal, and knew he had to kill one. He placed his arrow onto the bow and drew back until his hands began to shake before loosing the arrow directly at the giant cat, sending it toppling onto the ground within a second.

(OOC: Doom and Parthians, please check your TGs)

A crane outside the fenced area sprang to life as grounds crews attached a large metal cage and then sent the package into the enclosure. With the push of a remote, it opened and released three starving leopards which ran directly towards the Shoobooshaabans. Within parts of a second, the Shoobans unlucky enough to be attacked were tackled by the powerful cats and torn to shreds. The Shah saw the beautiful animal, and knew he had to kill one. He placed his arrow onto the bow and drew back until his hands began to shake before loosing the arrow directly at the giant cat, sending it toppling onto the ground within a second.

Gordon turned, and saw the leopards. Aiming his bow at one, he fired, killing one.

He then pumped his fist, and said, "F**K Yeah! I oughta bowhunt more often."

The emperor looked at the leopards and smiled. Well, I'm not one of those animal rights nutjobs, but one of those would make a kickass pet!

"Here, kitty kitty." he said, clicking his toungue. The surviving leopard walked over, showing its teeth and growling. He ripped the arm off of a nearby corpse, and tossed it to the massive cat, which, in turn, used it as a chew toy. The emperor then approached, stroking it. "Hmmm, what should I name 'em?"

J.L. raised his hand. "Are bazookas allowed?"

Helldawg pointed to an RPG-7V on his horse,

"I think so."

Helldawg pointed to an RPG-7V on his horse,

"I think so."

"Cool, thanks."

J.L. hoisted a bazooka over his shoulder, aimed at a long-haired, filth-covered, pot-smoking hippie, and fired.

Gordon then moved closer to the Shoobooshans. He was a bit reluctant to do so, but still, if he didn't, people would think he was a.......coward, to be polite.

He raised his bow. He then said, "Lord, forgive me."

He let the arrow fly, and the Shoobooshan fell dead, an arrow through the head.

He then said, "Well, when in Rome....."

Shah Khosru laughed at the explosion from JL's RPG and then rode up to him and spoke, "hahah, you certainly nailed him, but I bet I can kill more with the traditional weapons."

Shah Khosru laughed at the explosion from JL's RPG and then rode up to him and spoke, "hahah, you certainly nailed him, but I bet I can kill more with the traditional weapons."

Gordon rode up to the group and said, "Holy cow!" upon seeing the RPG blast.

He then said, "Anybody up for using a Holland and Holland gun? Or perhaps a Springfield?"