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OOC: Primarily because I'm bored and have been reading too much of the Vampire Counts Army book, I'm going to RP the distant past of Chronosia, long before it became a Communist State or the Imperium. This is OPEN

IC:

The Kronos mountain range, the centre of the Chronosian Empire, were great and terrible; an imposing geological formation, that howled with foul winds, and were tipped in eternal frost, imposing their dark, terrible and harsh shadow upon the kingdom that surrounded it, for in the foothills of these mountains; nestled amongst rock and dark wood; were the eternal halls of the Empire, and its current Master. Markus von Carstein had fought long and hard for this Empire; the ring about his finger served as testament to his power and his iron will, a will that had defied death, and may even serve to defy the second death...
He chuckled lightly, sipping the sweet red nectar of life itself from an ornamental goblet; gazing through the glass of the window, out across his night enshrouded kingdom, his Empire...
He almost felt his blood warm at the sight of it.

His masterful diplomacy, a shrewdness and cunning in his blood, had allowed him to bring others under the fold; Necrarch lords in their distant towers through the kingdom, had sworn at least a superficial allegience to his new order; and already delegates sought to bring the Lahmians and the martial power of the Blood Dragons into his court; yet, Markus did not have high hopes of little more than a barely unified front, and that was all that would be needed for now; all that he required as a unified force...

Yet deep within the depths of the dark forests, were frightened villagers buried their dead, deep and dark, bound and face down, to prevent their return...Something stirred; something dark and hideous, great and grotesque, it slunk amongst the graves, toying at the earth, as the creatures that came with it, dug; either for minions or for sustenance; it mattered not...Fresh meat...Cold meat....little difference; he paused, sniffing the air.
"Dig maggots, dig, you dig for Anubra, dig....We needs more." The Stirgoi whirled, looking about him. "Hurry hurry, we needs it, food, slaves...We's waiting...."

OOC: tag. Always nice to know about the past of my eternal foe!

"He has grown too big, he will lash out more once he gets the strength."

"He wouldn't dare.. or would he?"

"I do not know... send him a special message, limit his capabilities. Put a strangle hold on him, let him pay proper respect to us."

"I shall send a messenger right away."

The stocky man walked out quickly into the main hall of a massive stone castle. The walls were adorned with tapestries of gold and red, massive suits of pure silver shiney armor lined the hall. Every few feet there was a guard in red and gold robes, thier faces shrowded in mystery.

Several hours later a horse exited the man hall once again across a small bridge over a wide crystal clear moat. The horse and man rode for thirty hours straight, passing trees, rocks, hills, around a mountain and the occasional orc going lone wolf.

Finally as day turned to dusk, the horse rode up upon a castle and trotted up slowly towards the entrance. The man wore a dirty red cloak, with light leather armor underneath, the studs rusted and coppered.

The man dismounted and shouted, "Hail! I have a message from the empire!".

The doors were opened and a sickly looking servant strode forth, looking the new arrival up and down, sniffing at the air as he did, a sneer coming over his pale face as he tilted his head slightly, watching him.
"The Master..." He paused, smirking in superiority. "The Master has been expecting you; come...He will see you." And so the servant turned, beckoning the messenger through ancient and dank corridors to a great banquet room, where the Coutn sat, sipping at a dark red wine, or so it would appear, and watching, hiding his power, his evident undeath....
"Hail, you bring word of the Empire?"

The messenger walked in slowly. He kept one hand on his short sword sheathed on his hip, and the other hand holding the message, stamped in wax was the crest of the Empire.

He strode forward slowly and took in his surroundings, then stode forward more and set the letter down infront of the count.

"Word from the Empire, count."

He bowed respectfully and took a few steps back.

The message read as, 'Count. We have seen the growth of your mighty empire, and we shall reconize you as a power. Now all we ask is that you concede to the Empire. You are hereby ordered to affilate yourself with the Empire, relinquish all of your army and money to us when necesary, and follow our rule.'

Dark eyes skimmed the page, examining each word and syallable, his face visibly tightening, his wrath flaring in those dark eyes that now seemed to blaze.
"The door." He whispered, and the servant moved to close it. Markus rose, turning from the table and gazing out across the dark forests and moors of Chronosia. "Tell me, how vast is the Empire? How great its armies that it presumes to 'order' the House Von Carstein?" He turned again; was his skin more deathly pale than before; had his teeth grown? Was....Was that blood or merely rich wine?
"Your Empire...Shall never know my answer" It hissed, as he advanced upon the messenger. "But it shall know war; Chronosia is not a principality to be ordered!" He bellowed; the winds howling in concert with this being.
"I shall bow to no one! I shall concede to no one" His cold hands were around his throat, lifting him, before plunging those razor sharp teeth into his neck and drinking, feasting as never before, enjoying this dish tainted with fear and bearer of such glorious news...
War...There would be War.

Fergus Mac Dother was man amongst monster. Monster amongst man. Something so profound about him was his demeanor at all times. Cold, removed, and cunning. The Pictish Necronics had refused him membership. For they were afraid of him and his ability to rise through ranks easily. Fergus was rather fond of setting up massive lies that wove themselves in and out and ended in the destruction of his opponent. In a brilliant manuever at the Battle of Goidel he tricked over three hundred Kavanagh knights into attacking their own flank. Using his famous smoke and mirrors approach to command.
Now he found himself deep in Chronosia. Deep in a territory far removed from his own. His entire clan behind him. His vassals, knights, and farmers. His sons, daughters, and his wife. They were behind him. And his future was ahead of him. The jewel of the Mountains of Time themselves. And revenge on the Necronics of his own land. He would either make the Legions of Death tremble before him. Or command them himself. Those were his options...his only path. Fergus rode on a pure black steed. Javelins bounced in the saddle bags. He held the reigns to something other than his horse in his left hand though. Three Necronics chained and bound to him through their own rituals. He led them around like dogs. And he made them teach he and his clan their secrets and powers.
A scout raced back. "Vampiric manor up ahead. We should swerve around the village it overshadows though my lord. The graveyard is to massive." Fergus laughed and called up his knights. They conversed a moment before each nodded. The hunting horn was lifted as they raced towards the vampiric manor itself. The village would come later.

OOC Is this controling the whole nation? If So I bags High Elves!

OOC: Yup, you base your nation on an entire WH Fantasy Army :P

OOC: You mind if I roleplayed just a province of the empire? I'm a real-life empire player, I also play Orcs, but I'm partial to Averland Province. If it's cool...

OOC: Go right ahead :) YOur welcome to join in any way you wish; this is Chronosia's history tho', though it would seem similar to Sylvania :P

Kristof looked up at the manor as his horse approched. The Elector Count had sent him to arrange a treaty with the Carstiens.

"Greetings!" He called up. "Count Barr has sent me to speak with your leader."

tag. chronosia, you just gave me an Idea of opening a thread for the beginnings of the Galactic Empire of Huntaer....

"The Master will speak with you; come forth, messenger" A voice hissed from a window above.

The Everqueen sat apon the throne of wood, her long red hair flowing down to her feet. She looked at Korhil who was making the report.

"...Strange sightings of the Undead rising, and of an diplomat going into the building and never leaving. I think we have the work of Vampires here my Lady." He said in a droning voice.

"Vampires do not Trouble me Korhil, you know that" She sighed. "The Druchii work far to well, I can not risk a invasion while we are off getting rid of this Over Powerful Vampire Count." Her eyes turned hard. "I wish for Teclis to go and investigate, should HE find the situation worthy, then I shall do something about it."

Teclis sighed, wipeing the sweat from his eyes. He and his Aprentice had been moving around the Counts Empire for a week or more, and he had found nothing more then a Vampire Counts Realm. Now he was moving to the court of the thing itself. He sighed, wipeing the dust from his face and looking at the thing before him.

"Hail" Came his elequent voice. "I come to talk to your ruler!"

The Doors opened and a servant shambled forth.
"The Master is in council at the moment, however, we would be most happy to have you wait, in one of his dining halls."

High above, in his main throne room, Markus was deep in conversation with one of the Necrarch's with whom he had forged an alliance; one that he hoped would serve him well in these dark times...The Empire sniffing around, and now Elves at his very door, the Necrarch seemed distracted though; talks of the Stirgoi, of fine subjects and foul repurcussions.
"My dear friend," Markus paused, reassuring him, "There is nothing to truly fear; the Stirgoi are limited in their influence over the locals, and should they try their....decrepit hand; we shall deal with them; right now, however...I have business to attend to."

Teclis nodded and went inside, his thin form looking weak in the light. He was far from weak though, through him was magic greater then any other he had met. He shook his head and smiled, knowing on him rested the fate of an army of Elves. He shook his head, knowing that ment he needed to study the Count harder, this was his mission.

"Welcome" The voice rose from the shadow as Markus himself descended the great staircase, skin annointed in blood and ash to make it appear more human.
"Long has it been since the High Elves have chosen to visit these lands; come, sit" He smiled, watching them, wary, cautious. "Already we have diplomats from the Empire at our door; and now such esteemed guests.."

Teclis nodded, then bowed low from the waist. "We have lived this land a long time, we do not need to be flattered by those who meddle in powers that are just less then the four powers in darkness." He smiled. "I will be civil, but to be honest, I don't belive in what you do." His face then went hard. "I feel death in these halls, what exactly have you been doing?"

"Me? Why nothing; I merely do what my forefathers have always done' strove to be the power in these lands, rightfully ours; behold the portraits that adorn these walls; all the way down the bloodlines, traceable, my lineage is." he turned, walking past the Elf.
"These lands are not as some others, they are not rich, they are not beautiful; save their own dark beauty; and the dead do not rest easily; they rise; as though the land itself were cursed." He chuckled. "That is what you smell; that, or the crypts below; where my forefathers...rest."

His knights had easily taken the manor. Now they rested and drank what they could of the vampire's cellar. Fergus shrugged at the village and walked down there himself. Casting many things aflame he called forth a man. He summoned a horse and told the man to carry a message.

The message read as thus:
I Fergus Mac Dother have taken a vampiric manor. My clan and I shall reside in this part of your land and we shall grow in size. Warriors from our clan will serve you as mercenaries. Should we decide it so then warriors from our clan shall serve you faithfully. Take full heed of us now. We are Mac Dother. And we are offering you peace.

A servant met the horseman at the door and took the message; pondering over it; they had the other diplomat in another room, awaiting the Count; but he knew that he, along with this new news, could not wait too long. Still, with his Master meeting the High Elves, he knew not what he could truly do...
And so he waited; while his Master skillfully worked his art upon the other.

"The Master will speak with you; come forth, messenger" A voice hissed from a window above.

The messenger nodded and slid through the doors.

"Greetings. The Elector Count Barr of Averland sends his greeting and wishes to find you well. He asks the gift of visiting you."

OOC: I want my Elector Count to be made a Vampire, lol. That would rock!

"The Master will attend to you at his convenience; he apologises but the Elven delegation occupies his time. He shall be with you as soon as he can..."

OOC: I would like to play another land of High Elves, with the same units, but not the same special characters. I hope this is OK.

IC: tower of Escathar, Armillon, Caladonn
Archmage Aramil Holimion gazed out the spire of the Tower of Escathar, ancient residence of the rulers of Caladonn. Ever since he had become Archmage of the High Elven realm 200 years ago, he had proved an inspiring and intelligent leader. Recently, several events had been troubling him. It appeared that a new Vampire Count realm had been created under the leadership of one Markus von Carsthein. More vile foes for us to deal with, Aramil thought to himself. Another High Elf Realm and the Empire had already sent messengers to this new land. Aramil decided to send one of his own, to seek out the weaknesses of this new land. He turned, and talked to his Diplomatic Minister Quarion. "Quarion, you will teleport to this new land, and find out what you can about them. Of course I do not trust the undead one bit, but they can prove useful." Quarion nodded, and moved to an engraved circle and disappeared.

Outside of Markus' Castle, Chronosia
Quarion appeared in a puff of white smoke on the steps to the manor. He noticed two other humans also waiting. There are more than we knew of, He thought. He walked up to the door and eyed a sickly servant distastefully. Nonetheless, he began to speak. "I am Quarion, Senior Mage of the Diplomatic Ministry of Caladonn, and I come to speak with your leader." He drew back from the door and waited for a reply.

"More visitors" The servant cursed. "My master is currently busy; wait with the other and soon you shall have the grace of entering his presence; but as I have said, he must deal with one matter at a time..."

Teclis sighed, knowing the truth behind those words. He pulled himself up to full height, which would have proved more effective had he had the standing of his brother. But his body was thin and gaunt, and the move made him look like he could be pushed over with a stick.

"I request your leave to study the area, so my report to my mistress can be full, I would not wish to go to war." He spoke softly, his blue eyes watching.

Markus drank deeply of the goblet, smiling that dark sardonic smile.
"Nor would I, I would it were the world was free of war. Go, survey my lands all you wish; I have other matters to attend to, noble one, I trust you understand." He chuckled wryly "I am no servants of the Dark Powers, sir, I am merely a diplomat, making his way in this world...Nothing more, you have my leave and my humblest blessing...."

Now if only all Vampires where that nice He Teclis thought. He walked off, creating a magic net around him, feeling, probing. He could feel traces of Necromancy, as well as the power of the Ring the Vampire wore, but besides that, he could feel nothing he would fear. Still, he continued, never knowing where that last line might be.

The creatures moved through the graveyard, quick; cautious, yet growing bolder in the night. They mvoed through old Skaven tunnels below; gnawing at bones and flesh; Ghouls in the truest sense; dragging the new corpses to their dark Master, deep in the darkest tunnels, their taint seeping from twisted cold flesh.
"We brings the fresh ones; brings them here, nice and good; not like old bones; we do good; we do good" They bowed their heads, slinking into shadows, as the great throne creaked ansd the thing moved; this...King of Ghouls.
"Nice...We's almost ready; ready them, deep ones, old ones...Theres company at the Castle; and they come....Come they come they come..." He hissed, and snapped.
"We'll show them that the Stirgoi demand fear, respect, they wil learn!"

Teclis felt something, a kind of hatred of life coming from the depths of the castle. He sighed, so his report would not come back as good as he thought. He shook his head, finisihed off, grabed his aprentice and left. He had a three day ride before he and his Apprentice would leave the kingdom VIa Magic means. He shivered, knowing something bad was coming.

The Stirgoi attacked from the shadows, their fangs bared in dark anger; their eyes blazing with sanguine madness, as the living dead shambled after their ghoul Masters.

Markus chuckled slightly, high in his tower, looking out across the land, his powerful mind seeking others of his kind; the dark brothers of his will.

They were ready now...

Waves of dark promise seeped across the kingdom, the land itself withering as the necromantic energies were unleashed; the dead rising, the prepared armies of the Counts feeling life; the dark legions readying at his very command; his allies ready to march with him

"This Empire will last a thousand years; and it shall drink the world to its death" He hissed lightly. "Leave none alive; begin the culling of the peasants, enslave those who remain for blood...." He chuckled, his ring flowing with power, his entire being infused with longing.

His war would come swiftly.

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OOC: Wow! This came back to life! My representative is still waiting.

"Send in the Caladonnian delegate" Markus hissed softly, as he turned; his ever present slave waiting; bowing as he stepped out into the corridor.

"The Master, shall see you now, sir"

OOC: What are the fantasy races, I play 40k, but I'm not used to fantasy, I know empire, elves, chaos, and orcs, but that's it.

OOC: Well, I'm just using the Vampire Counts fantasy armies as a basis for Chronosia's dark history :P

OOC: Well, I'm just using the Vampire Counts fantasy armies as a basis for Chronosia's dark history :P

OOC: that wasn't much help, I can play orcs, but I prefer things like the Dark Eldar or Necrons from 40k, is there anything like that in fantasy?

OOC: All i'm saying is that not everyones history has to be WH Fantasy based.

Closest thing to Dark Eldar would obviously be Dark Elves; closest thing to Necrons, would be Tomb Kings.

http://uk.games-workshop.com/tombkings/who%2Dare/

http://uk.games-workshop.com/darkelves/who-are/

OOC: All i'm saying is that not everyones history has to be WH Fantasy based.

Closest thing to Dark Eldar would obviously be Dark Elves; closest thing to Necrons, would be Tomb Kings.

http://uk.games-workshop.com/tombkings/who%2Dare/

http://uk.games-workshop.com/darkelves/who-are/

OOC: I see your point, I'll stick to something I know, here come the slivers then.

Weeks before the meeting of Caladonn and Chronosia:

The queen was stirring deep in the mountains, something had disturbed the hive, Chaos was on the rise, an envoy must be sent, entreaties must be made, a warning had to be given, and only one of her minions was capable of giving this message. The second of the Hive was Kerrigan, a being that was once human, but had been changed by the magic of the Slivers until she resembled nothing that had ever been a mammal, they had saved her life, and she had become the queens right hand, the warleader of the hive, first of the overlords, and The Queen of Blades.

Kerrigan took a small escort, only ten slivers, 4 muscle, 1 mnemonic, 1 acidic, 1 plated, 1 crypt, and 2 guardians, massive beasts of armor and muscle and weapons, blades and steel had been merged with their flesh through the body-magic of the slivers, and they were more than just physical guardians, they had once been known as crystaline slivers, and their presence damped any magic that was turned against them or those near them, they were mental as well as physical guards, protecting mind and body from any who would do The Queen of Blades harm.

OOC: My guys are necromancers; not Chaos worshippers, just so you know in case you were referring to Chaos, in the religious sense :P

OOC: My guys are necromancers; not Chaos worshippers, just so you know in case you were referring to Chaos, in the religious sense :P

OOC: I'm referring to chaos as the power that corrupts, power is chaos, the more power, the more chaos, those who have the most power are often the most evil, but there are a few who remain strong against corruption and they are often stronger than the tools of chaos, now you understand, it's like my protoss, they are chaos, but they are good too, seeming paradox but in fact well reasoned philosophy.

OOC: Welcome Mini Miehm!

IC: Quarion entered the castle of the vampire lord, drinking from a rich red wine. He approached Markus. "Greetings. I am Quarion, Senior Mage of Caladonn and Diplomatic Minister. I bring word from Aramil, our Supreme Archmage. He is disturbed by your troop movements and slaughtering of innocent peasants. We certainly do not wish war with your empire, but recent events have not been in keeping with peaceful intentions."

Kerrigan and her group eneterd inhabited lands, they moved only by night now, hiding by day from the peasants who worked the land around them, even as they protected the unwitting farmers from orcs and other minor threats, the only evidence of their passing were the corpses of the slaughtered mionsters they left in their wake.

OOC: Hey Cal.

OOC: Welcome Mini Miehm!

IC: Quarion entered the castle of the vampire lord, drinking from a rich red wine. He approached Markus. "Greetings. I am Quarion, Senior Mage of Caladonn and Diplomatic Minister. I bring word from Aramil, our Supreme Archmage. He is disturbed by your troop movements and slaughtering of innocent peasants. We certainly do not wish war with your empire, but recent events have not been in keeping with peaceful intentions."

"Peasents to not last long here; famine, disease; occasioanl overworking. It is a terrible shame, yes...But as for troop movements; only the standing army has been on maneuvers. I hold sway over these dark lands, yes, but, I must admit, I am allowed to train my men, keep them sharp. Orks and warriors of Chaos often plague our borders; I must be ready...Is that not true"

He smiled eloquently, his charm oozing forth, subtle, yet decisive.

"I trust, there is no true need for such a war..."

Kerrigan and her group was having more and more trouble avoiding the populace, they could no longer move until well after dark, and had to stop hours before dawn, they continued to move though, killing all the monsters they found, and there were a surprising number of them this far into the Empire, the undead abounded, chaos was evident everywhere if you only had eyes to see it with, and orcs were nearly as thick, they could not make much distance with all of the corpses they left in trheir wake, and eventually someone would hear a battle between them and something(hint hint), and then they would have trouble.

OOC: Somebody post, I need a post before I can do anything else.

"Peasents to not last long here; famine, disease; occasioanl overworking. It is a terrible shame, yes...But as for troop movements; only the standing army has been on maneuvers. I hold sway over these dark lands, yes, but, I must admit, I am allowed to train my men, keep them sharp. Orks and warriors of Chaos often plague our borders; I must be ready...Is that not true"

He smiled eloquently, his charm oozing forth, subtle, yet decisive.

"I trust, there is no true need for such a war..."
"I see. Although your answers reek of lies, I agree with you in one way: There is not need for a war. Not yet, at least. However, be aware that the eye of Caladonn is upon you."

'Who are you to say I lie, elf, when your kind, long ago did not see the darkness in its own midsts, Malekith." he chuckled lightly as he rose, angered, yet seeming calm.
"You think I know nothing of elves or their history; but I know much, much more than you could truly fathom. Of long ago Khemri, and blackest Nagash. Of the Old Ones and the Gods of Chaos. These are things that men of reason, scholars know. History and record."

Kerrigan and her band were trapped in a cave, a shepherd and his flocks had occupied a nearby hillside, and if they left the cave they would be spotted, they simply had to outwait the shepherd, night was their ally, and soon they would be able to leave and continue their journey of warning.

OOC: Somebody spot Kerrigan, it's the best way to get her to the leadership.

'Who are you to say I lie, elf, when your kind, long ago did not see the darkness in its own midsts, Malekith." he chuckled lightly as he rose, angered, yet seeming calm.
"You think I know nothing of elves or their history; but I know much, much more than you could truly fathom. Of long ago Khemri, and blackest Nagash. Of the Old Ones and the Gods of Chaos. These are things that men of reason, scholars know. History and record."
"I am a mage of Caladonn. It is true, the elves of millenia ago made that mistake, but it has not happened since and will not happen.

Caladonn has never made the mistake of underestimating an enemy, and they certainly will not this day. We also know of our and others' history, things that would, and have, driven mere mortals insane."

"ah, but we know that mere mortals are often the weaker of our foils. To be Immortal, eternal, to hold such power and such knowledge. Some beings are so much more, is that not so, Mage of Caladonn?"

Night fell, Kerrigan and her band began to move out, avoiding the shepherd as best they could, but not certain they would be able to stay unnoticed for many more days, they must push on and gain audience with the rulers of the good nations of the world.

"ah, but we know that mere mortals are often the weaker of our foils. To be Immortal, eternal, to hold such power and such knowledge. Some beings are so much more, is that not so, Mage of Caladonn?"
"True, true, however those who are immortal and have that power, are looked on by others as protectors. Therefore, when one comes against them, the immortal ones band together to fight off the threat. Is that not also true, lord of Chronosia?"

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"True, true, however those who are immortal and have that power, are looked on by others as protectors. Therefore, when one comes against them, the immortal ones band together to fight off the threat. Is that not also true, lord of Chronosia?"

"i prefer to see the Immortals as superiors, guiding us through life with a comforting hand, and offering us that self-same power in return. I served my father, as he served his; and in return, I was gifted. I was granted the power..." Chuckling, he moved towards the window. "I shall fulfill his promise"

"i prefer to see the Immortals as superiors, guiding us through life with a comforting hand, and offering us that self-same power in return. I served my father, as he served his; and in return, I was gifted. I was granted the power..." Chuckling, he moved towards the window. "I shall fulfill his promise"
"What promise?"

Kerrigan and her band were close, they would reach their destination tonight, but they wre likely to have problems when they did, the guards were unlikely to take very kindly to something that looked inhuman, with inhuman escorts.

"He taught me the arts as a boy; magick. It fascinated me, but his pursuits were grander than my own. He learned much, achieved countles things. My grandfather took him, and gifted him; and in time, my father gifted me. He was the greatest of Chronosia's Counts; and I promised I would finish what he began. The process of making our nation great.."

Keriggan had arrived, she was at the castle, now she only had to get inside.

"I am Sara Kerrigan, child of the queen, I seek audience with your master, open the gates and let me pass!!" A voice like 1000 cicadas echoed from the darkness, Kerrigan had spoken, now to see if she was allowed entrance, or if the guards would die.

The servant had seen worse in the service of his master, chuckling softly as he stepped aside. Mildly amused.

"My Master has pressing business with other delegates; you shall have to wait." He bowed softly, turning and moving back into the darkness.
His Master would be done with the elves soon; so many visitors...Such an odd night.

The servant had seen worse in the service of his master, chuckling softly as he stepped aside. Mildly amused.

"My Master has pressing business with other delegates; you shall have to wait." He bowed softly, turning and moving back into the darkness.
His Master would be done with the elves soon; so many visitors...Such an odd night.

"Then I shall wait, take me to his antechamber, or whatever room he makes others to await his pleasure."

She was surprised, and also dismayed, there was something not right about this place, a sense of wrongness about the grounds, as if all was not as it seemed...

'very well; you may wait here, though I should warn you, the night grows long, and his countless guests vex him. He is a busy man; one cannot run a country on conversations alone; especially not with foreign dignitaries...Or things" He sniffed slightly, moving from her.

Reminds me of the Lizardmen of the North, or Orcs. Not right, I say...

'very well; you may wait here, though I should warn you, the night grows long, and his countless guests vex him. He is a busy man; one cannot run a country on conversations alone; especially not with foreign dignitaries...Or things" He sniffed slightly, moving from her.

Reminds me of the Lizardmen of the North, or Orcs. Not right, I say...


Kerrigan decides to scare the piss out of him, mantling her shell and revealing her blades to the pathetic worm.

"I am no thing, no more than you are... man."

"You know speech; and have come before us as, well, courtesiously as you could, thus you are permitted. But you are nothing to fear for me; nor for my Master. He has dealt with greater Daemons or Mutants than you. Such is the unfortunate way of life in Chronosia. This Kingdom is cursed; but we tame it."

"You know speech; and have come before us as, well, courtesiously as you could, thus you are permitted. But you are nothing to fear for me; nor for my Master. He has dealt with greater Daemons or Mutants than you. Such is the unfortunate way of life in Chronosia. This Kingdom is cursed; but we tame it."


"You will treat me as my rank deserves menial, and even if I am not human I am my Queens envoy, and you will act as such in my prescence, or I will not be bothered with your masters need for my warning, and I will tell him that his servants show a stunning lack of courtsey for "civilised humans"."

"But you are not human. Civilised you may be, as an ant builds a nest, or bees a hive, but you are not human. And, even if you were, this is not your land, this is my Master's land. You will act as befits a diplomat, nothing more. I have seen paupers sons sent to beg my master, I have seen the whores of the rich prostituted before him. It does not take high blood rank to courtsey and bow in anothers land. Such things, courtesy, begging, compromise, are things of sentience"

"But you are not human. Civilised you may be, as an ant builds a nest, or bees a hive, but you are not human. And, even if you were, this is not your land, this is my Master's land. You will act as befits a diplomat, nothing more. I have seen paupers sons sent to beg my master, I have seen the whores of the rich prostituted before him. It does not take high blood rank to courtsey and bow in anothers land. Such things, courtesy, begging, compromise, are things of sentience"


"But civilisation need not be limited to Humano-forms, could I not be just as sentient as you, and of just as high blood? I was much as you once, then the Queen saved my life, I owe her everything now, everything you say to me she hears, everything I say she knows, and everything I do she sanctions, but I digress, there is no time for compromise or begging, if I fail courtsey shall be a thing of the past, I rescind my statement of before, we can dispense with courtsey in a time as desperate as this."

"But you shall not dispense of patience. The Master has other affairs, as I have said, other delegates to welcome. Right now he speaks with High elves; I think they take more precedent than you. And of course, there is the mater of them arriving before you" He chuckled softly, as though having said something immensely funny, then stopped, his face returning to its bland indifference. "Now; wait."

"But you shall not dispense of patience. The Master has other affairs, as I have said, other delegates to welcome. Right now he speaks with High elves; I think they take more precedent than you. And of course, there is the mater of them arriving before you" He chuckled softly, as though having said something immensely funny, then stopped, his face returning to its bland indifference. "Now; wait."

"I plan to wait, but time is of the essence, and I hope that they conclude their business quickly."

"That all depends, does it not, on the matters which they are discussing. I must leave now. I hope this is not a waste of your time." the Servant bowed and left, leaving Kerrigan alone...

"That all depends, does it not, on the matters which they are discussing. I must leave now. I hope this is not a waste of your time." the Servant bowed and left, leaving Kerrigan alone...

"Indeed." She spoke to the servants back, but she didn't care if he answered, so long as he understood it was enough. She wandered about the area, examining the walls and the hangings on them.

"He taught me the arts as a boy; magick. It fascinated me, but his pursuits were grander than my own. He learned much, achieved countles things. My grandfather took him, and gifted him; and in time, my father gifted me. He was the greatest of Chronosia's Counts; and I promised I would finish what he began. The process of making our nation great.."
Well, I'm sure Caladonn and none of the good nations will object to your making your nation great, so long as you do not take evil means to justify your ends.

"A mans methods are his own; evil, is a point of view. One cannot say he is truly good or evil, because views differ, my friend. What is to say that something I would consider a supreme act of evil, would be a supreme gesture of good to you? Who is to say what is truly evil in these times? or to define what is truly good?"

Kerrigan paced the waiting area, what was taking so long to discuss that a dire warning could not be heard swiftly, she had important news to impart, and only the lords were powerful enough to act on the informaqtion she bore.

"A mans methods are his own; evil, is a point of view. One cannot say he is truly good or evil, because views differ, my friend. What is to say that something I would consider a supreme act of evil, would be a supreme gesture of good to you? Who is to say what is truly evil in these times? or to define what is truly good?"
"Who is to say? Not many, for sure. However, some are blessed with that power, among the Gods Isha is one that we can trust above all others."

Quarion looked down through a window outside, and seeing a person pacing, said, "I do not qish to keep you from other guests. It appears that another wishes an audience with you. I can wait until you are done with them."

Kerrigan paused in her pacing, she felt a change in the air, her warning would soon be too late.

OOC: Eventually there would be a great war, wherein Markus would be 'killed', defeated; and his remains entombed.

However, you can't keep a good Undead down and so....

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=437134

This is the eventual result :D

Also, BUMP

Zlatkai a slann of the second spawning stired from his contemplation, he could feel along the lines of power a change in the world, A change that was not a part of the Old Ones Plan. There were forces moving to war, against one another. The darker force, unplaned force was the more powerful moving in the direction of war. The younger races would not be able to correct this themselves. The Lizardmen servants of the Old Ones would intervine, and restore order to the world. He used the telepathic like he had with his skink servant. He woulds bring the greatest of the Saurs in the city to him.

"Very well." He bowed lightly to the Elf and then turned smirking softly; "Send in the...Inhuman delegation" He chuckled softly. A race came before him that was not human; was not natural. This could bode well or ill for him; but regardless; he knew it would not hinder the entirety of his eventual plans.

Too much was at stake now; too much at risk for anything to go wrong. He must be cautious and ruthless. As great and terrible as his ancestors; and yet subtle as a serpent.

"Very well." He bowed lightly to the Elf and then turned smirking softly; "Send in the...Inhuman delegation" He chuckled softly. A race came before him that was not human; was not natural. This could bode well or ill for him; but regardless; he knew it would not hinder the entirety of his eventual plans.

Too much was at stake now; too much at risk for anything to go wrong. He must be cautious and ruthless. As great and terrible as his ancestors; and yet subtle as a serpent.

Kerrigan entered the chamber, she greeted the lord within as politely as her temper allowed, "Hello, I come bearing a warning, though I fear I am too late, Darkness is on the rise, you must act to stop it, you are he last hope in this region, what will you do?"

"I shall do nothing. This is my land, and I do not need to accept the....questionable advice of others." He chuckled softly. "Long has my line been a source of power in these lands; long has our blood kept safe this great land! Long have we striven against all enemies. What would you say to that? Who are you; strangers; to dictate to me the will of my own people?"

"I shall do nothing. This is my land, and I do not need to accept the....questionable advice of others." He chuckled softly. "Long has my line been a source of power in these lands; long has our blood kept safe this great land! Long have we striven against all enemies. What would you say to that? Who are you; strangers; to dictate to me the will of my own people?"

"I warn you for your peoples sake, you will be safe, your people will suffer if you let Darkness take your land, Winter is coming, and with the cold comes the Dark, your land will suffer if you do not act."

"And with the cold and dark my armies swell. They will join it for food and warmth; or by hook, or by crook." He chuckled, reclining further, visibly not amused. "I shall act; but I shall not dance to your tune; no, I have my own waltz envisioned"

"And with the cold and dark my armies swell. They will join it for food and warmth; or by hook, or by crook." He chuckled, reclining further, visibly not amused. "I shall act; but I shall not dance to your tune; no, I have my own waltz envisioned"

"My warning is the only reason I have come, I shall take my leave of you now if you do not desire my advice."

"Go then little one. I need no advice; I have lifetimes of knowledge with which to bolster my rule" His eyes gleam. "I have the experience of centuries; ready to serve me. I am more my own man than any who has lived before..."

"Go then little one. I need no advice; I have lifetimes of knowledge with which to bolster my rule" His eyes gleam. "I have the experience of centuries; ready to serve me. I am more my own man than any who has lived before..."

"Goodbye little man, my Queen has the wisdom of milennia, do not take our advice lightly." Kerrigan turned and walked out, the Queen would marshal her Overlords to defend these peasants if their fool lord was too proud to do it himself.

What the arrogant fiends did not understand was that Markus had no intention of protecting the peasantry. They worshipped him; if they died, they would be bound to his iron will. If not; he would have a living army to bolster his undead one....

he chuckled softly, not caring about the strange being and her stranger ways. She was not human; and so could not know the affairs of humanity.

OOC: This thread really was only for WH Fantasy based nations; ergot; perhaps you should remain out of it from now on.

What the arrogant fiends did not understand was that Markus had no intention of protecting the peasantry. They worshipped him; if they died, they would be bound to his iron will. If not; he would have a living army to bolster his undead one....

he chuckled softly, not caring about the strange being and her stranger ways. She was not human; and so could not know the affairs of humanity.

OOC: This thread really was only for WH Fantasy based nations; ergot; perhaps you should remain out of it from now on.

OOC: I just felt like developing the ancient animosity between our peoples, I intend to remain out from here on in.

Bump

Loqgor was th eldest Saurs Warrior in the city and more impressive then that he rode a Carnosaur in battle. He was a cunning leader and led the Saurs Warriors of Tlaztlan against many an enemy, he was victroius in every encounter. He however did not have much use for diplomacy and politics. That was the job of Tzahuan, his skink counter part.

Tzahuan was a skink preist and a powerful one at that, he was still no match for a Slann. His job was to represent the city of Tlaztlan, and to serve as Diplomat and general voice of the Slann when the Saurs went to war.

They were leading 2000 Saurs, 4000 Skinks, 500 Saurs Cavalry, 250 Kroxigor and 3 Stegadons through a portal that ran along a line of power, they would arrive at the outside of the area the disturbance was centered about 100 leagues away. From there they were to gather the younger races and destroy this blight on the Old Ones Plan. The portal was apperaed to be a vortex, however it was stable an unchnaged by chaos, it would trnasport all of the lizardmen, they passedthrough the portal.