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OoC Although i had an invite thread up for a very long time, you are welcome to come w/o RSVPing. Fro more info the sign up thread is Invite thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=437656&page=1&pp=15)

As you arrive you notice a large white banner with crimson writing: Celebrate the Ultimate Truth; even heroes must die! There are people milling about everywhere. People in White and Crimson are all over, brother's and sisters, priests, shaman, bishops, archboshops, and the Hierophant is here also. Although the sevurity at the High Ziggurat is intense they are all very friendly with all the guests. There is a large table at the entrance with a large number of "Hello, my name is _______" stickers on it. many of them have already been filled out. Premier Hareb, James Miran, Victor Pleon, Sara LeFlan, Wolfstein Beber, Jorge Io, Janis Mirium, General James Aaron, Aaron III, John Tio, General Ovessa Melprom, Potentate Duvira Uth'Mal, Jeff Si, Alex Gq, Joan Hoi, Quincy Ki, Poliu Rel, Lord Erikson are all amongst the names. Although there is no food available, there are several places to be served water, jasmine tea, and a holy warmed red wine. The dance has begun which is exquisitely choreographed with centuries of perfection. Everyone is chattering and talking amongst themselves, and no one seems to realize the problems of the outside world. In about 8 hours the dance floors will open up to all the guests and the damcers will instruct the guests on how to preform the sacred dance of the great Gilgamesh. Oh and word has reached you that there is a hot-dog vender three blocks down working under the cover of darkness, breaking no less than 37 laws, just to smuggle hot-dogs with everything, or his singnature chilli cheese dog to the delegates not used to fasting.

OoC: there will be more to come, and be sure to interact with each other, this is a party!

James, Victor and Sara were among the first guests to arrive. After picking up thier ID cards, and pining them to the appropriate areas, they spread out.

Sara took a glass of the red wine, Victor took a cup of the jasmine tea, while James took a glass of water.


ooc: Sara http://www.jeannienitro.com/tf74cu.jpg
James http://www.tuxedosonline.com/images/forml1shall.JPG
Victor http://www.tecom.usmc.mil/mcub/library/images/URFigs/Fig2-3.gif

President Jeff Si, Alex Gq, Joah Hoi, High Colonel Quincy Ki, and Foreign Minister Poliu Rel have arrived. Out of respect for their host, the Gibraltarland delegates will fast. They each look happy to be invited to this celibration and seem freindly, totally ignoring the chaos of the outside world.

"Greetings president Si, it is wonderful to see you" Hierophant Kugler said as he handed him a glass of the sacrosanct wine. "The Earth-Mother has blessed us with a wonderful day, hasn't she?" The Hierophant asked with great enthusiasm, but before Si had a chance to answer, the Hierophant continued "Have you seen the great river from the top of the Ziggurat? No, of course you havn't you've onlyjust arrived, please come with me" They walk toward an elvator that will take them up the 17 levels to the top level of the Ziggurat. They then continue up a flight of stairs to the golden roof-top of the Great Ziggurat. From the top of the holy building, they see for miles and miles. in the distance they can see a great flowing river. The river was bludging out of its banks in anticipation of the great flood. "Isn't she beautiful? The bringer of chaos, she is. She brings death and destruction, but she also brings life and peace. Chaos is the natural order of the unbiverse you know. Well look at the time, I must get ready for the perfromance. Come i shall show you abck to the party."

"Salutations, your excellency" Archbishop Franz Von Carstein said as he approached the diplomat from Theao. "I am so glad that you decided to come. It brings you great plessure to extend my hand in friendship" the Archbishop extend his hand to shake the diplomats...

James shook the man's hand, "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, you know my name, but I'm unaware of your's." James said

Three men dressed in radient crimson silk shirts, with a touch of blue, characteristic of the Commonwealth, escorted their stunning female accomplices under a large banner towards a beautiful array of festive yet reverent undertakings. -It was the RNC delegation, ready to be enlightened.

"Forgive my rudeness, your excellency, my name is Archbishop Franz Von Carstein, I suppose you could call me "Vice President" of Ninhursag. I suppose you have heard of the ceremony surrounding this great event, the flooding of the Ulaja. I must ask, are you planning on taing part in the Great Cleansing?"

After receiving an invite to the party. The President, his lieutenants, and security guard arrive in their Aston Martin V12 Vanquishes. They got out of the cars and let the valet take care of it. They adjusted their ties and roses on their military jacket pocket when the started walking up the stairs. When they arrive at the desk, They all explained that they are wearing their military uniforms and their names are already there. The President then ordered his security to check in their guns at the counter.

When all of that was done, they walked into the beautiful looking party.

"Forgive my rudeness, your excellency, my name is Archbishop Franz Von Carstein, I suppose you could call me "Vice President" of Ninhursag. I suppose you have heard of the ceremony surrounding this great event, the flooding of the Ulaja. I must ask, are you planning on taing part in the Great Cleansing?"
"I will not be, for religious reasons, thought the military liason will be taking part in the ceremony." James replied

"Well hello, exhalted members of the Commonwealth! My name is General Kimoto, and my I be the first to say welcome." The general continues to make small talk for about 3 minutes and then excuses himself. As he walks away he thinks to himselfWhat is the Hierophant thinking? This many naitonal leaders in one room for three days. If something fowl happens, we are so screwed. Better go make sure all the patrols are going well.

"I will not be, for religious reasons, thought the military liason will be taking part in the ceremony." James replied

"Excellent, many say it is a very sensual experience, I however, just between you and me, find it detestable, but I am a holyman and it would be blasphemous if i didn't take part." The Archbishop said to the diplomat. "Well I do hope you enjoy your stay in our nation, I do not want to take up much of your time, there are many to speak with, and I do hope of opening relations with you nation." The Archbishop than excused himself and went to prepare for his part in the performance.

James said bye to the churchman and began watching the other guests, something Victor and Sara had been doing as well.

A very young man, no more than a year out of the Scarlet monestary, approaches the members of the Roman Republic. "Hello, and may the Earth-Mother bless you all. My name is Uriel Loki, and I am a Shaman. I must inquire as to whether or not you plan on taking part in the Great Cleansing?"

so the big pimp of dantesque walks in...or rather "rolls in" with his hummer h2 sitting on 24's...starts grinding with some hos...goes to the bar and gets crunk...beats the shit out of the cuban bartended who was acting a fool...groups some hos and heads back to the crib

so the big pimp of dantesque walks in...or rather "rolls in" with his hummer h2 sitting on 24's...starts grinding with some hos...goes to the bar and gets crunk...beats the shit out of the cuban bartended who was acting a fool...groups some hos and heads back to the crib
May the Earth Mother curse you. May her glorious face always frown upon you, and we shall never speak of this again.

And the head of the Commonwealth delegation remarks to the others, "Get a load of that n00b from Dantesque!"

"Oh!, I know he's a real flamer."

They quietly moved on to chatter with some more diginified guests.

"Thank you, Mr. Loki and Mr. Serman" replyed the President. "What do you mean by Great Clensing?"

The President was confused by the two gentlemen's comment. The only Clensing the President participated was the genocide of the Extremist Catholics. The President just kept quiet.

The Lieutenants left and headed to the food counter to grabbed something to eat. A few security guards left to talk to the other guests.

Loki began to speak, "Well basically, in simplistic terms, you are tied to the Ziggurat we are standing in, and a large number of sterilized needles are pierced into the skin, thus allieviating much pressure, and stress. It is a wonderful experience, and it can lead to having wonderful spiritual dreams, and can even cure medical alliments, I recommend you try it. However if you are uncomfprtbale with heights or needles, I suggest you just sit back and watch. So how many can I sign you up for?"

General Kimoto decided to go check the security cameras to be sure there are no problems. "Nothing, I am just being paranoid" he thought to himself. But I am in charge of this security, and if something happens i will never live it down. he felt down to his side, yes it was still there. His silenced 9mm pistol was still at this side. Although the Hierophant had protested he had finally submitted to letting anyone higher in rank that Lieutenant carry his weapon. He made one more check of the cameras and decided to return to the party.

Loki broke the uncomfortable silence, "Well it need not be extreme, like His Holiness who has 36 needles implanted per square inch of flesh, Archbishop Von Carstein only has one implanted per square inch (thats 2.54 square cm) if you prefer a smaller, but if you are uncomfortable feel free to pass."

A figure clad all in black appeared out of the shadows, several blocks from the party. A long black cloak nearly dragged on the ground behind as the figure walked towards the front desk. A large black cat followed the figure as they headed closer and closer to the party. The figure stopped at the front desk and held it's head, so the cloaks hood obscured their face.

"Greetings!" Said the very, very happy sister at the front desk. "May the Earth-Mother Bless you, my name is Sister Fran, how may I help you? Did you RSVP?"

Inside the cloak the figure cringed at the cheery voice of the person.

"I've been told to......... come to the party, to improve relations with other nations. And no, I have no RSVP."

The figure let off an aura of hatred and murderous intent, but for now nothing was to happen.

so the big pimp rolls back into the party...with his crew...also known as the d-unit...the bass is pumping the hos are screaming caps are poppin and fools are falling...and so he rolls out :mp5:

"Well than we need to know your name, the nation you represent, proof that you are who you say you are, and a real quick confirmation call that you are meant to be here. This will tka ejust a moment if you would just tell me your name" the very happy sister looked at the strange man. Not clade for a party, hmm oh well i'll let security deal with him. "And may i add that this is a wonderful place to improve relations" She smiled at the dark man, even though she dobted it would lighten the mood.

"Kiley Nessa," she said as she reached a scarred arm out of her cloaks sleeve, and into her neck area. She pulled out a set of dogtags that were taped together, and held them out for the lady to see. The hood on her cloak fell back to reveal she had scarring on her face and was missing an eye. "I represent the Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune."

so the pimp rolls back for the soul purpose of sharing a very unique piece of art with the other guests...by the great lil' jon...get crunk
Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk

[Chorus:]
What, What [in background]
Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

[Chorus]

I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'

[Chorus]

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my thugs

Sister Fran types a few moments and awaits a reply. "You'll love the party, in fact it looks like you would enjoy the Great Cleansing, I suggest you inquire about it, Uriel Loki has the signup sheet." The computer bings "Oh here we go, ummm lets see, yup your ok, just go up the steps give this to security, they will check you in. If you have any weapons you can check them in, in there, and be sure to get yourself a nametag!" As the mysterious, and by all means creepy, lady walked away Sister Fran realized that this woman reminded her an awful lot of Archbishop Von Carstein and Sister Fran would bet all her blessings that the two of them would get along very well.

Kiley pulled her hood back on over her face and started heading towards security. She started walking through the metal detector, then stopped, and remembered she had been warned about this sort of thing. She stepped back and turned to an officer. She handed him the paper, and removed her cloak. Under it was a G36 tightly slung around her body, and many throwing knives attached to a tactical vest. The Tshirt she was wearing revealed that the scars on her body ran all the way up her arms, and under her shirt. The scars on her face and neck did the same thing. From her belt she unattached a Colt M1911A1 and it's holster and handed it over. She reached into the cargo pockets of her pants and pulled out several clips for the assault rifle and pistol. She looked at the guard as she pulled her cloak back on and before heading into the main party.

Archbishop Franz Von Carstein had just managed to work his way out of the performance he dreaded, and loathed. As he made his way out of a back stage area, he noticed the most radiant woman enter the main hall. She had a very dark, very mysterious, and very dangerous aura about her. He was intrigued immedietly and was determined to find out more about this woman. He grabs two glasses of the sacrosanct wine and begins to approach her, wondering what he will say when he gets there.

OoC: For info about Archbishop Franz Von Carstein go to: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=435605&page=3&pp=15 got about 3/4 way down and look for somthing from the "Sacred Desk of Ninhursag"

"Well hello. My name is Archbishop Franz Von Carstein. And who might you be, milady? As he offers her a glass of wine, and bows to take and kiss her hand. The Archbishop attempted to cover his nerves, the closer he got to this woman the more exhilerated he became, there was jsut something about here, that was so, so...evil and yet very alluring.

Kiley walked into the main party area, and looked around, her cloak was covering partially obscuring her face. She looked around at the crowd and wanted out, she hated social interactions, and why they chose her to go was beyond comprehension, but she was here and would make the best of it. She was suddenly greeted by a man named Franz Von Carstein. As he reached down to kiss her hand, she did nothing.

"Hello, My name is Kiley. I am a representative of The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune."

She could sense he was getting jittery over all of this, but she held back her first sense, wich would been to kill him, or at least cause him much pain. She thought back to the last time somebody hit on her, she had nearly relocated his adams apple, and would have if his friend hadn't come to save him.

"Well i am pleased to make your acquaintence. I do not believe I had seen The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune on the RSVP list, have you just decided to sent represtatives? Ah, it matters not what is important is that you are here, and ready to experience the celebration of mortality. Which brings up another good question, do you plan on taking part in the Great Cleansing?" The Archbishop could see her dislike of being hit on, but this would not stop him, he would just have to try and be more subtle, perhaps she was self-conscious about her scare...but that couldn't be it, the scar only accented her beauty. "Ah well, he told himself, i WILL thaw the ice around her heart...or whatever is there in its place."

((OOC: and in place of her heart is a time bomb! Boom Everyone dies! And jsut so you know, she's pretty young, probably around 25. If you think this isn't possible, You need a much better look into NoF. I have a feeling you might like some of the RPs I host that are based on the interior workings of my nation.))

"We did not RSVP, most contact outside of business dealings is hard to do. I have only previously heard of this Great Cleansing once, about five minutes ago, no details were brought up." Darby eyed the newcomer suspiciously, but did nothing without an approving glance of his caretaker.

"Well basically, in simplistic terms, you are tied to the Ziggurat we are standing in, and a large number of sterilized needles are pierced into the skin, thus allieviating much pressure, and stress. It is a wonderful experience, and it can lead to having wonderful spiritual dreams, and can even cure medical alliments. Or atleast thats what they tell everyone. I feel it is simply a way of spreading dogma, but I have to go along with it."

OoC: Well actually I was thinking early thirties, but whose counting!? Oh, I can beleive it, but i recommend that you do not underestimate the Archbishop, what he lacks in youth he makes up for in experience. Also you seem like a very good RPer i may drop in on anything i see hoseted by you. Also when Von Carstein plans his Cout, when we get to about 500mill, I'll be sure to drop u a tele. Just for a lil' fun side fact as an incentice Von Carstein is nuclear capable, the theocracy of Ninhursag is not, and never will be ;) But all jokes aside its 4am, i am going to bed. I will return tommorow to post more things.

((OOC: well thank you, I'll let you know if I have anything coming up. Although I'm a bit busy at the moment, I will see if I can my RP partner in crime to help me get another one started when we get out of the several we are in.))

"It sounds......... unpleasant. I will partake in it, under the assumption that certain parts of my body are to remain..... untouched."

She placed her hand so that her finger was resting at the top of one of the scars on her face, where upon she flicked a strand of black hair away.

The door opened to reveal only one figure from the Moses Land delegation.

"I'm James Tomis, the new Prime Minister. I'm sorry the others couldn't be here, but theres a state of emergancy going on at home. I'm here to gather support for my country." He had written himself his own name tag.

"Oh, no allergies" the Prime Minister smiled.

Wolfstein Beber arrived sheepishly, wonderingf if he was late. The slightly round man with a balding head, and a thick, long, black mustache jumped out of his helicopted and walked into building. He informed the people there as he received his nametag, that the only thing he was allergic to was bullsh*t (not in the literal term of course.

Then as he made his way into the great hall he began enjoying the party by sipping a taste of jazmine tea. Interesting. Then he turned his and snorted in disgust as he watched the pimp of dantesque showing off his stuff. "Arrogant bastard!" he huffed under his breath, pretty sure he wasn't heard.

Then he looked around in wonder at the great hall around him, wondering what all would happen next...

"Of course" the Archbishop waved over a very young man, who was talking to some other guests. The younger man excused himself and said he would return shortly and came over to the Archbishop and the uh, ummm, gruesome guest he was speaking with.
"How may I help you Archbishop" the young man said, trying to avoid the gaze of the woman standing next to him.
"Miss Kiley Nessa, it is Miss is it not? Would like to sign up for the Great cleansing.
"Oh, wonderful. My name is Uriel Loki and I am in charge of sign ups, now all i need to know is how many pins you would like per square in. It can range from 1-36 however if it is your first time i recommend no more than 10." The young man said trying not to make eyecontact. He was hoping the woman would answer quickly so that he could return to more...plesant guests.

"Alright Master Tomis, you're all set and ready to go, however if you have any weapons please check them upstairs, and the guards will check them for you. Also although this it not supposed to be politcally oriented I suggest you speak to Archbishop Von Carstein, or His Holiness, the Hierophant, about support." the very cheery woman was glad this guest was more pleasant than the last.

"Greetings master Beber, my name is General Kimoto, Hirohito Kimoto. It is a pleasure to see you at the celebration."The general extended his hand to greet the new comer. The general thought to himself"the party is really starting to get rolling. Fuck, I am getting to old for this kind of shit. After i finish these pleasantries I have to go do a check on that psycho looking woman that Von Carstein is talking to..."

"I would prefer as many as possible without touching any of my scars, my neck, face, or spinal chord. Somethings are not meant to be trifled with, and I assure you, if that is broken, it will not be pretty for anyone at this party except me."

Wolfstein returned the man's extended hand with a strong grip and a hard shake. "Greetings general, this is an enjoyable party indeed," he said with a gruff voice. The tall boiserous man smiled enthusiastically and cordially at the general. "Thank you for having me." he said.

"Of course I understand, in fact i will administer your needles myself to make sure that there are no mistakes." The young man smiled at the woman, and cringed at the thouhgt of having to preform the Great Cleansing on her. "I have other guests to attend to, excuse me" I'll leave her to him, he doesn't seem to mind her.

"I do hope you enjoiy the celebrations please this way, let us get you a cup of jasmine tee." As they make there way over to the table with the tea Kimoto surveys the room. Is he still talking to her, what on earth could they be talking about. O-well. "here you are master Beber, if it is to bitter for you there is the sacrosant wine over there. But if you would excuse me I have other things to attend too. Enjoy your stay" Kimoto walks off to his back office to make a few calls about a certain guest.

"So Miss Nessa, how long have you been in the employment of your government? You appear to have had many experiences, and yet you are so very young." The archbishop asked hoping to find out a little bit more about the woman standing in front of him. A man younger than the Archbishop is approaching him, and the Archbishop thinks to himself "oh great the Hierophant is coming over, what does that moron want here undoubtably to bitch that i got our of that stupid performance, or perhaps he just wants to annoy me?"

"I have been working for the government for about twenty two years, and I have had many encounters, everybody that is a true NoF "citizen" will have had many encounters by my age."

"You're nation seems like a very interesting one, and perhaps one that we should like to exchange observers with."The archbishop said just as another man joined them. The other man was in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, we was a large man about 6'4" and his build was impossible to tell in his many layers of flowing crimson and white silk robes. He had a pleasant face with a happy demenor, and his dark brown eyes were sparkling with joy. Many other features are hidden under his robes and the large hat he is wearing with the symbol of the Earth-Mother on it.
"Well hello, milady, my name is Hierophant Kugler, and you are Miss Nessa, i believe, from The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune, yes there is quite a buzz going around, about you. I would like to welcome you to the Holy theocracy of Ninhursag. If you do not mind I would like to speak to the Archbishop alone for a moment." He spoke in a pleasant and soothing tone, and seemed unaffected from what many thought was the womans ghastly apperance.

"As you wish, I do not mind being alone," she said as she started walking away from the achbishop, Darby at her heels. She walked through the crowd, which seemed to make room for her. SHe bumped into one man, who seemed to not notice her, his name tag read Wolfenstien. She wasn't wearing a name tag.

OoC:I have to go for awhile but i shall return later, and be sure to interact with each other some, i've never been to a party where only the host talks to people, have you? anyway i shall see you all later!

Tomis walked over to one of the Nation of Fortune delegates. After introducing himself Tomis asked "Is your nation as beatiful as the postcards show? I'd like to visit it if it is."

She glared at Tomis through the darkness of the hood with her single eye. "Their should be no postcards of the Nation of Fortune. The land itself is very beautiful, although if you visit, I suggest you get clearance from the Higherups, and a Nofian bodyguard. The forests may be beautiful, but they are deadly. Many trainees have died in those forests." She said this in a monotone voice.

OoC: is Darby a dog, or a cat, or a monkey? or something else completely?

Tomis told the Nation of Fortuner " Maybe I'll visit when my countrey isn't on the brink of civil war."

Minister Skolnick arrived in an armored car. He was dressed in an exceedingly expensive looking tuxedo and was preoccupied talking on his cell phone.

"Look. I am sure this is not a 'third world country'... You're not listening, Xytras!... I don't care!... Look, look, just listen to me for a second. I'm sure the security is fine... Why?... Why do you think? I promised thats why... Maybe the Council of Defense doesn't have to worry about public image with yoru blasted Code of Secrecy, but the Council of Foreign Affairs does. And as long as I'm its head, I will do what I feel is best... Besides the High Preacher is with me... Fine. Goodbye, Xytras... Well thanks Xytras, thats a very pleasant sentiment. I'll keep that in mind, you old bastard."

He hung closed his cell with a exasperated fury, but then quickly put on an amicable expression and a warm grin as he first saw the attendants. Skolnick appeared to be in his mid-twenites and very deceptively charismatic in that strange diplomatic charm that secured him his job--Minister of Foreign Affairs. Skolnick entered triumphantly and began greeting everyone he met with exaggerated delight.

The person who followed was a stark contrast to the first. This was undoubtedly High Preacher Hoglan. He was hunched over and monkish in his demeanor, walking slowly, without any set goal or objective with an unnatural sternnes in his eyes. Oddly enough, Hoglan was not much older than Skolnick, but it was as though the Preacher bore an unthinkable burden for almost all the years of his life and it wore him down to the old man he looked to be now. He seemed ill fitted in his expensive tuxedo and was obviously uncomfortable in being seen in such a gawdy display of wealth. He entered the Ziggurat, barely concealing his disapproval of the Ninhursagian people, the guests, the guards, the security, the architecture, the hall--indeed, everything.

Two men appraoched the delegates from Moses Land, and the nation of fortune, these men are the Hierophant, and Archbishop Von Carstein.
"I believe we have much to discuss Tomis, I have heard nothing but ill news of your nation as of late and this greaves me greatly. Come we have much to discuss. Oh and Franz there is delegationf from Amerigo, be sure to go greet them, now. Excuse us yet again, milady." The Hierophant said as he lead away the delegate from Moses Land.
"My apologies milady, business before pleasure. Haha. I will speak with you later." The archbishop said as he began to move towards the delegates from Amerigo, the nation he must respect, but also a nation that was going to be his home, and that he did not appreciate. He grabbed a tray of jasmine tea, sacrosanct wine and water, and approached the delegates from Amerigo. "Hail High Preacher Hoglan, and the delegates from Amerigo. I am Archbishop Franz Von Carstein, and I would like to welcome you to out humble nation. May I interest anyone in a drink?" The Archbishop offers the delegates on of the various drinks from the tray he is holding, and when they take there choice, he hands it to the nearest lower ranking priest.

Tomis was led away by The Hierophant.

"There has been trouble in Moses Land. We fought an oversees war recently that left 1500 dead. And now half the military is turning on the other half to try to overthrow our democracy. Is that what you have been hearing?"

The High Preacher regarded the Archbishop with an air of thinly veiled suspicion, but after a brief moment of unnatural scrutiny replied,

"I am High Preacher Hoglan, the Twelvth Bearer of the Arc, and above all Devout Servant of the Lord God. I greet you. What is this... ceremony supposed to be?" he asked skeptically.

"Pardon, his lack of pleasantries," Skolnick laughed nervously, "We are honored to be here. I am the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Amerigo, Alexander Skolnick. I trust you are the observer that will honor us with your present back in the Empire?"

"All sorts of rumors have reached my ears, the eyes of the Great Ziggurat go far, my friend. And as for those 1500 dead, may the Earth-Mother bless their souls. In fact if I am not mistaken, PM Tio, had been attempting to filibuster. However the truth would be much appreciated straight from the head of the nation" The Hierophant looks directly into the eyes of this delegate as though to stare into his very soul.

"I am indead that observer" The Archbishop said. "And to answer your question this is a celebration of death, and mortality. We are celebrating the flooding of the great River Ulaja. She will bring life and death, destruction and peace, chaos and order. This also is the aniversary of the death of the Great hero Gilgamesh. Very rarely, in fact only once before in recorded history have they occured within the same week. We are celebrating this great event as it surely is a good omen from the Earth-Mother." The Archbishop continued, "and i must inquire as to whether or not wither of you are taking part in the Great Cleansing?"

PM Tomis looked back, trying to remain stone faced. It wasan't easy. There was something about The Hierophant...

"Well, he was. He was in conflict on interferring in a war with 10790. He fillibusted to stall, but he got infected and died. We soon were at war in Kanarra and dismissed the 10790 crisis. Fredrick Holim was acting PM for a time, until Tios death where Parliment voted me in power. Now Mr. Holim is believed to have connections with the Communist revolutionaries that seek to destroy our democracy. Does that answer your questions?"

The President felt some kind of conspiracy when Loki mention that someone gets tied down and the monks place needles. He replyed by saying

"No thank you, I hope one day I may join on my free time."

As the President was taling to Loki. A woman from Nations of Fortune walked into the party. He has a feeling that she might stir a problem, because she had her hood on. He told one of his Marine Guards to keep an eye onher, but don't create an ounce of suspicion.

After talking to Loki. The President, along with his security walked around to greet the other guests and talk about anything that the group were talking about.

"Indeed, however it also raises more. I assume since they are revolutionaries, they follow Marx to an extreme seeking to kill all the bougasie(sp)? Well we cannot have that my friend, I will support your government in any way I can. And as a small token of friendship please take this." The Hierophant reaches into his pocket and removes a small charm with the symbol of the Earth-Mother stamped on one side and on the other "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori". "May that bring you godd fortune and success. Is there anything else that I should be aware of?" The Hierophant said this remaining in constant eye contact, never looking away for a moment, his gaze only broken by the occasional blink.

The Preacher had managed to control his revulsion, so it wasn't as apparent as before. To the question, he replied,

"I am aware of what this Great Cleansing consits of. But, tell me, how did it come to be? And why do you do it?"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs had already slipped away and began mingling. He approached the President of the Roman Republic.

"How do you do? I don't believe we've met. I'm Alexander Skolnick Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Glorious Socialistic Empire of Amerigo... and you are?"

OOC: Darby is a Black Panther. will work on post when I have time

As the President was walking around, he was surprised by the man from Amerigo.

"You surprised me...It's good to meet you." The President pulled out his hand from his jacket pocket, "My name is Bhavan Patel, I represent the people of the Fatherland. I too never saw you. I hope we could become create a friendship with each other's country."

"Are you enjoying the party...What brings you here?"

"The great cleansing is something that dates back almost as far back as the worship of the Earth-Mother herself. Early tribal shaman, would intentionaly casue themselves massive amounts of pain which would then casue a euphoric feeling. We know this nowasdays to be endorphines and the gateway theory of pain, however they did not know that centuries ago. They then would slip into a dream-like state and see visions. It had been done ever sense in times of turmoil or times of great religious importance." The archbishop took a sip of wine and continued" This then in turn lead to it being passed down from generation to generation. It was then finally refined 750 years ago by Archbishop Helmut Von Carstein, who had a large amount of dealings with far off nations, and he came back with what he called a perfected technique, and this has been the same since then. It is a great tradition that we have not done in almost 360 years, so we are looking forward to it." the Archbishop could feel the distaste of the High Preacher, and wished to be back talking to that amazing woman, but there would be time enough for that later.

James Tomis was about to to say there was nothing else The Hierophant needed to be aware of when a runner came in.

"Mr. Prime Minister! They've gone and done it!"

Tomis needed no clarification. "O'll tell our host."

Tomis turned to The Hierophant. "I apoligize but I have to leave. The rebels have attacked! I'll send Holi Tio to represent us here."

OOC: The Moses Land Civil War thread is open to all.

PM Tomis looked back, trying to remain stone faced. It wasan't easy. There was something about The Hierophant...

"Well, he was. He was in conflict on interferring in a war with 10790. He fillibusted to stall, but he got infected and died. We soon were at war in Kanarra and dismissed the 10790 crisis. Fredrick Holim was acting PM for a time, until Tios death where Parliment voted me in power. Now Mr. Holim is believed to have connections with the Communist revolutionaries that seek to destroy our democracy. Does that answer your questions?""Democracy, if you give them that then theyll take the whole thing." said Big Brother as he walked in, "The masses are naturally greedy and not smart enough to run on their own, they must be ruled with an iron fist so theyll be happy with their surroundings and bend to your will".

OoC: Big Brother did you get my bottle of bourbon? if not check your aniversary thread. ALso i will be leaving in a minute or two, but shalll return in like an hour and a half.

With the coming of such grievous news, the Hierophant has moved to his office along with General Kimoto. Otherwise the party will continue as planned.

Kiley noticed she was being loosely trailed by a man. She had been trained in close combat, and could easily kill anyone here without any of her weapons. Even though she was never very good at it, they had trained her how to trail someone. She always stood out too much to be very good at it. Although this training had proven useful in picking up on if she was being followed. She decided to ignore the marine for the time being, although if he tried anything he could kiss his ass goodbye. She decided to go to a less traversed portion of the party, where she could be semi alone.

In this loosy traversed area of the celebration there is a man standing in the shadows and all anyone can see is the glow of a cigarette, and his eyes havn't left the strange woman from the nation of fortune as soon as she entered.

OoC: Going to bed, good luck to all!

The Marine Guard pause for a second and grabbed something from the waiter. He knew the woman dected him. So he radioed to the president that the woman has gone into the shadows.

The President understood what the Marine Guard said. He radioed to his lieutenants and the rest of the Marine Guard to prepare to leave. The President knew something was going down, since many of his people tried to conspire using very sophisicated tactics. The President walked over to the Party's security, to tell them that the woman with the hood over her head might commit something. He told security what possible tatics she or anyone might do like, place chemical weapons in the vents, someone might be a ticking bomb, place bombs somewhere in the building, or kill someone. He told security to keep an eye out and check all the cars and look through out he building for explosives.

OOC Wow, Mr. paranoid Whoever said she was going to do anything. Hell she's taking all of her will not to do something. She hates crowds, peace, and religion. But then again since she is a mercenary from practically birth she knows war. Oh, and don't think you would know what tactics she would use, she's not a terrorist. She is a trained killer. That and she's genetically modefied, a surprise that our shadowy friend with the cigarrette might find out if he's lucky.

"Sir" the security guard speaking with the Roman Republic began, "I assure you that security is tight and that we have everything under control. If the Archbishop does not find her a threat, than she is surely not up to any ill intentions. She is porbably here to find work for the Mercenary Nation she comes from. Please go back and enjoy the party, oh and from what I saw it looks like you were trailing her not vise-versa. But if you choose to leave, so be it." The guard then returned to his post, and radioed on the wakkie-talkkie. That the President of the Roman Republic was preparing to depart.

Meanwhile Wolfstein stood idly sipping at his tea, the taste was a bit strong but he rather enjoyed it. He hummed silently to himself as he stood around awkwardly, now he remembered why he hated parties like this, the huge crowds made him very nervous. Still he stood with a false appearance of calm all over him, and wondered what would happen next. He wandered around the place aimlessly, curiously admiring his surroundings, and examining the beautiful art and architecture of these people. He was somewhat impressed and intrigued, although still terribly bored. Is there anything to eat, he wondered.

Kiley leaned against a wall and tried to ignore the man. After several seconds she failed utterly and hissed, "Out, now." her outstreched arm was nearly shaking, and her scars were changing color.

"The great cleansing is something that dates back almost as far back as the worship of the Earth-Mother herself. Early tribal shaman, would intentionaly casue themselves massive amounts of pain which would then casue a euphoric feeling. We know this nowasdays to be endorphines and the gateway theory of pain, however they did not know that centuries ago. They then would slip into a dream-like state and see visions. It had been done ever sense in times of turmoil or times of great religious importance." The archbishop took a sip of wine and continued" This then in turn lead to it being passed down from generation to generation. It was then finally refined 750 years ago by Archbishop Helmut Von Carstein, who had a large amount of dealings with far off nations, and he came back with what he called a perfected technique, and this has been the same since then. It is a great tradition that we have not done in almost 360 years, so we are looking forward to it." the Archbishop could feel the distaste of the High Preacher, and wished to be back talking to that amazing woman, but there would be time enough for that later.

"Indeed?" asked the High Preacher somewhat intrigued, "Perhaps I misjudged your nation... You are on the right path. 'Through suffering, can one achieve the Great Schism' The Teachings of the Prophet Yang 27:348:567. The Great Schism is the break of the mind from the body. It is a necessary step on the One Holy Path. When the mind realizes the futility of the body, only then do we move closer to the Divine. When the mind grasps that pain, emotion, suffering is but a product of the body--neural synapses translating to pain, endorphins and hormones translating to an emotion... when that realization the mind can intercept that translation and see all stimuli in their true form and they become insginificant. Only thought remains. At that point we are a step closer to the Divine."

The Preacher paused and seemed to think for a brief moment, "I will participate in your 'Cleansing' then, if only to help further your... people's faith in the right direction."

As the President was walking around, he was surprised by the man from Amerigo.

"You surprised me...It's good to meet you." The President pulled out his hand from his jacket pocket, "My name is Bhavan Patel, I represent the people of the Fatherland. I too never saw you. I hope we could become create a friendship with each other's country."

"Are you enjoying the party...What brings you here?"
"Well met," Skolnick shook the outstretched hand, "And to answer your question... You see Amerigo and Ninhursag have agreed on an exchange of neutral observers, in hopes of furthering the spirit of openness among the international community. And what brings you here?"

Premier Hareb arrives with two aides/bodyguards. He walks in smiling and shaking hands everywhere, complimenting everyone. He takes a glass of Jasmine tea and stolls about the party.

President Si walked about the room looking for his host. He wanted to read the holy books of Ninhursag but no one in Gibraltland seemed to have them. It would be a great idea to bring them with me he thought.

OoC: Big Brother did you get my bottle of bourbon? if not check your aniversary thread. ALso i will be leaving in a minute or two, but shalll return in like an hour and a half."Yes I did, thankyou; it became very handy during the honeymoon, Leon was so satisfied that he wanted me to give you his thanks. I especially want to think Moses Land for giving me the rubers^_^".

The Hireophant and General Kimoto walked back out of the elevator talking and then parted ways, the general was off to speak to the mysterious woman from the nation of fortune, and the Hierophant headed straight towards the Amerigan president and the president of the Roman Republic. "Well meet good masters! I am glad to see the two of you are enjoying the party!" The jovial expression of the Hierophant although sincere seemed to be hiding something greater..."Are you two gentalmen taking place in the Great Cleansing? It is a wonderful experience, I suggest you do so"

"Indeed?" asked the High Preacher somewhat intrigued, "Perhaps I misjudged your nation... You are on the right path. 'Through suffering, can one achieve the Great Schism' The Teachings of the Prophet Yang 27:348:567. The Great Schism is the break of the mind from the body. It is a necessary step on the One Holy Path. When the mind realizes the futility of the body, only then do we move closer to the Divine. When the mind grasps that pain, emotion, suffering is but a product of the body--neural synapses translating to pain, endorphins and hormones translating to an emotion... when that realization the mind can intercept that translation and see all stimuli in their true form and they become insginificant. Only thought remains. At that point we are a step closer to the Divine."

The Preacher paused and seemed to think for a brief moment, "I will participate in your 'Cleansing' then, if only to help further your... people's faith in the right direction."

"Wonderful!" the archbishop excused himself briefly and brought back a much younger man, barely out of the monastary he was. "This is Uriel Loki, he is in charge of the sign up, he can answer any furthur questions you have, and can explain all of the processes and any other questions you have, I have other buisiness to attend. It was wonderful meeting you," the Archbishop shoke the mans hand, "and I do hopre you enjoy the cleansing"

"I assume that Archbishop Von Carstein, explained the experience? Well how many needles would you like per square inch(2.54cm) of skin? We can do up to thiry. I also will be glad to answer any other questions you may have."

Kiley leaned against a wall and tried to ignore the man. After several seconds she failed utterly and hissed, "Out, now." her outstreched arm was nearly shaking, and her scars were changing color.

The man took one more long drag on his cigarette, and threw it on the floor and stomped it out. As his foot moved it hit the light, it was a well dressed leg in a snow white suit, with crimson sued shoes. "Do you address me?" The man had a very deep voice that was both strong and very willful. "Better yet Miss Nessa, why don't you come here and join me in the shadows, I am sure you would be much more comfortable here." The man laughed a little and awaited the mercenaries response.

"Wonderful!" the archbishop excused himself briefly and brought back a much younger man, barely out of the monastary he was. "This is Uriel Loki, he is in charge of the sign up, he can answer any furthur questions you have, and can explain all of the processes and any other questions you have, I have other buisiness to attend. It was wonderful meeting you," the Archbishop shoke the mans hand, "and I do hopre you enjoy the cleansing"

"I assume that Archbishop Von Carstein, explained the experience? Well how many needles would you like per square inch(2.54cm) of skin? We can do up to thiry. I also will be glad to answer any other questions you may have."
"Is it possible to do more?" the High Preacher asked, but didn't pause long enough to allow the young man to answer, "You see, although you have come close to the Great Schism with such rituals, the body and mind remain linked. You do not allow for a sufficient period time of pain to allow for the Self Epiphany. 'To 'know thyself', one must know every biological process that occurs within one's body.' The Teachings of the Prophet Yang 25:231:931. Through extend periods of self-inflicted pain, ever increasing, can one begin to come to the Great Schism."

He stopped in his rather confusing ramblings suddenly and looked as if he was awaiting an answer--as if his dogmatic sermon was part of the original question.

The Hireophant and General Kimoto walked back out of the elevator talking and then parted ways, the general was off to speak to the mysterious woman from the nation of fortune, and the Hierophant headed straight towards the Amerigan president and the president of the Roman Republic. "Well meet good masters! I am glad to see the two of you are enjoying the party!" The jovial expression of the Hierophant although sincere seemed to be hiding something greater..."Are you two gentalmen taking place in the Great Cleansing? It is a wonderful experience, I suggest you do so"

"My deepest apologies, but I will not," answered Skonick with a slight bow of his head, "Indeed, this is a wonderful party and I am grateful for the priviledge of being here."

"Is it possible to do more?" the High Preacher asked, but didn't pause long enough to allow the young man to answer, "You see, although you have come close to the Great Schism with such rituals, the body and mind remain linked. You do not allow for a sufficient period time of pain to allow for the Self Epiphany. 'To 'know thyself', one must know every biological process that occurs within one's body.' The Teachings of the Prophet Yang 25:231:931. Through extend periods of self-inflicted pain, ever increasing, can one begin to come to the Great Schism."

He stopped in his rather confusing ramblings suddenly and looked as if he was awaiting an answer--as if his dogmatic sermon was part of the original question.

"Well, err, I suppose, we just didn't want anyone who is not used to such pain to have any difficulty, however yes you can have more than thirty, the Hierophant has 36 placed into his skin, however if you wish to do more, I will inform the Hierophant and I am sure he will gladly do as many as you, he is very interested in expanding religious tolerance and I am sure he will want to expreince this "great schism" the young monk continues to ramble and feels as though he sufficiently answered the question.

"Unless you are attempting to make a business offer, I would much rather be alone. Right now it's taking everything I have not to kill someone. I despise crowds, especially when the majority of them haven't seen half the things I have. This is my punishment for fucking up my last mission, I get to spend my time in lala land. So for the time being, I would much rather be alone."

She stood firm, her scars continued to change color so they were getting a blue tint to them.

"My deepest apologies, but I will not," answered Skonick with a slight bow of his head, "Indeed, this is a wonderful party and I am grateful for the priviledge of being here."

"'Tis a shame, but I understand. So how are things going in Amerigo? Many nations have found themselves in great parrel in these times, it isn't as it once was, now even countrymen cannot trust on another." The Hierophant continued to drink from his glass of the sacrosanct wine, he appeared ot be enjoying it more than he should be...

"Unless you are attempting to make a business offer, I would much rather be alone. Right now it's taking everything I have not to kill someone. I despise crowds, especially when the majority of them haven't seen half the things I have. This is my punishment for fucking up my last mission, I get to spend my time in lala land. So for the time being, I would much rather be alone."

She stood firm, her scars continued to change color so they were getting a blue tint to them.

"Those are some scars you have there. I am impressed. I understand completely how you feel, I also dislike crowds, but perhaps you could be of some assistance, that is of course if you don't fuck up this mission, if you are interested go in the elevator behind me in 3min and go to floor 12. I will await in the lounge there" The man backed up into the elevator and the doors closed and it went up.

As soon as he said the words 'fuck up' she reached for where one of her throwing knives, but realized it wasn't there, and stopped. She waited the three minutes and entered the elevator as it came back down, she held the door for Darby to enter first and then entered herself. She pressed the button for floor twelve. She found her way to the lounge and sought out the man.

"The man sat in a chair in the very dark lounge, he was sitting directly infront of a large fish tank, allowing his silhouette to be given, but no distinguishing features. "Ah, I am glad you decided to follow me. Please take a seat, I assure you we are alone, and I am unarmed, however i doubt either of us need our weapons to inflict grievous wounds. Allow me to start my name is Archbishop Cassius Rosenburn, and I require your assistance.

"Well, err, I suppose, we just didn't want anyone who is not used to such pain to have any difficulty, however yes you can have more than thirty, the Hierophant has 36 placed into his skin, however if you wish to do more, I will inform the Hierophant and I am sure he will gladly do as many as you, he is very interested in expanding religious tolerance and I am sure he will want to expreince this "great schism" the young monk continues to ramble and feels as though he sufficiently answered the question.
"Excellent! Now I have never seen what your needles look like, so tell me what is probably the maximum of those needles one can fit on a square inch of flesh. This 'Cleansing" will certainly not be the electrically-induced-paroxycal-consciousness-stasis..." Seeing the young man's obviously questioning look, the preacher explained, "Imagine electrical shocks aimed at every nerve in your body slowly increasing in intesity, finally reaching a maximum non-lethal intensity, lasting for hours, days, sometimes weeks. However, these needles may suffice for certain persons. Hopefully, by my and the Hierophant's example, we will be able to persuade the people of this nation to look for the One Truth."

The once stoically, grim monk looked downright excited at the prospect.

"First I require details, then I require funds. I assure you, it will not be cheap for someone as trained as I am. I may have fucked up a mission, but the gang all died and all by my lone hands. I just so happened to lose a soldier that was with me. The idiot should have watched where he was running. A knife to the head seems to kill you pretty fast," she sat down while Darby stood net to the chair.

"'Tis a shame, but I understand. So how are things going in Amerigo? Many nations have found themselves in great parrel in these times, it isn't as it once was, now even countrymen cannot trust on another." The Hierophant continued to drink from his glass of the sacrosanct wine, he appeared ot be enjoying it more than he should be...
"Indeed," pitched in Skolnick, "Nothing is sacred anymore. However, Amerigo is getting along fine, it's people loyal to the country and zealous to the faith. What of this country? How go things?"

"Excellent! Now I have never seen what your needles look like, so tell me what is probably the maximum of those needles one can fit on a square inch of flesh. This 'Cleansing" will certainly not be the electrically-induced-paroxycal-consciousness-stasis..." Seeing the young man's obviously questioning look, the preacher explained, "Imagine electrical shocks aimed at every nerve in your body slowly increasing in intesity, finally reaching a maximum non-lethal intensity, lasting for hours, days, sometimes weeks. However, these needles may suffice for certain persons. Hopefully, by my and the Hierophant's example, we will be able to persuade the people of this nation to look for the One Truth."

The once stoically, grim monk looked downright excited at the prospect.

"I suppose 50 would be the maximum that we can fit in a square inch." The man was frantically writing things downa nd making measurments on the his notebook. "Well I am glad to have had this exchange of ideas with you, but I have much to arrange. It was wonderful speaking to you High Preacher." The man walked over, with a spring in his step, to the Hierophant. He whispered something in his ear and trotted off. The Hierophant than waved to the High Preacher and went on speaking to the guests in front of him.

"First I require details, then I require funds. I assure you, it will not be cheap for someone as trained as I am. I may have fucked up a mission, but the gang all died and all by my lone hands. I just so happened to lose a soldier that was with me. The idiot should have watched where he was running. A knife to the head seems to kill you pretty fast," she sat down while Darby stood net to the chair.

"Well it should be simple for one as trained as you. I need proof that Archbishop Von Carstein is the low-down scum that he is. I know he is involved in all sorts of...dealings, many not very legal. However i do not want him killed, I want proof of his treachery. But it should not be very difficult, however i require someone outside country, and the Earth-mother to trail him. And he seems to like you, so it should be easy for you to gain access to him. What do you say?

"Indeed," pitched in Skolnick, "Nothing is sacred anymore. However, Amerigo is getting along fine, it's people loyal to the country and zealous to the faith. What of this country? How go things?"

"Things, things are wondeful! It is a time of celebration here, a day not seen in years, has come to bless us, surely the Earth-mother blesses us with a wonderful omen (or terrible one, he thought to himself). Excuse me" As the Heirophant walked away he appeared to have something very heavy on his conscious.

"How do you expect me to get proof? I'm sure my word would hold nothing. If your hiring me, then then its either legal, or he could just use that as a defense, and screw you over. Besides I am much more successfull in missions that involve the death of somebody. And if you try to attach something electrical to me, I assure you, you will never see it working again."

"I suppose 50 would be the maximum that we can fit in a square inch." The man was frantically writing things downa nd making measurments on the his notebook. "Well I am glad to have had this exchange of ideas with you, but I have much to arrange. It was wonderful speaking to you High Preacher." The man walked over, with a spring in his step, to the Hierophant. He whispered something in his ear and trotted off. The Hierophant than waved to the High Preacher and went on speaking to the guests in front of him.

The High Preacher spotting the Hierophant quickly scurried over in his monkish sort of walk.

"I assume you are the Hierophant? The very same Hierophant who will accompany me with 50 needles for the Great Cleansing. This will be a historic event! Your people will inadvertedly begin to realize the importance of the Great Schism--a mind disjointed from the wretched sinful body."

The High Preacher seemed oblivious to all others around him and his attention was focused upon the Hierophant. Minister Skolnick seemed a bit vexed by the fact that the High Preacher didn't so much as greet the President.

"This is the High Preacher Hoglan," Skolnick nervously said to the President and the Hierophant.

"How do you expect me to get proof? I'm sure my word would hold nothing. If your hiring me, then then its either legal, or he could just use that as a defense, and screw you over. Besides I am much more successfull in missions that involve the death of somebody. And if you try to attach something electrical to me, I assure you, you will never see it working again."

"Documents, bank statements, photos, anything, I just need proof, that that bastard is scum!" As he said this he slammed his fist on the arm of the chair. The wood frame could be heard cracking. "My apologies for the outburst of emotion. However if you do not think you are the person for this mission, I will find someone else"

The Hieropahnt turned around as the High Preacher came about, "surely it will be, and I do look forward to it, however I have some matters to attend to, I will catch up with you later. Oh, and thank you again for comming, all of you." With this the Hierophant walked away, still in deep contemplation about the burden about him.

"I'll take the job. Not like I have anything better to do."

"I'll take the job. Not like I have anything better to do."

"Excellent, right this way to room number 12-655, it will have things that you require." The man sttod up and lead the woman down several hallways and opened the door, to a small janitors closet. He then pulled a mop, and kicked a bucket, and the sound of gears could be heard. The wall fell back and the room expanded into a large work ara. Bulletin boards, a desk, lights, and everything else she could need except weaponry. For the First time she could see Archbishop Cassius Rosenburn. He was approximatly 40 years, old and about 6'5". He had dark skin and was in a white silk suit, with a velvet crimosn vest and tie. He had a scar running from his brow down the left side of his face all the way to his check rendering his left eye useless. He was wearing 4 rings two on each hand, the right hand was mssing the ring and pinky fingers. He had shaved his head and several scars could be seen running across his scalp."Here this should be a reasonable down payment. The man handed her a wad of money, thats 10K USD, and there is more when the job is done. Fell free to work out of this room, or somehwere else. Here is my private and secure cell: ***-XXX-*X*X, contact me if you must. I have to return to the party now, you amy also if you wish. Goodbye, Miss Nessa."The man smiled at her and let himself out.

Wolfstein, completely bored out of his wits made his way to the great ziggurat. "I wonder if it is too late for me to change my mind and participate in the cleansing ritual..." he wondered outloud as he walked. "Maybe it wouldn't be so bad." though he cringed at the thought of all those needles in his skin...

"That wouldn't be a problem sir!" Said a very happy voice from a young man with a large notebook. "My name is Uriel Loki and I am in charge of the Great Cleansing, if you would like to sign up, i can take care of everything.!"

Attention all guests!

"Your rooms are ready, and in one hour the four hour sleep period will begin before prayers are renewed tommorow. If you look at the bottom of your nametag, there is a small number, that is your room number in the Hotel across the street. There are no other guests, and it is vaccent except for a staff of 250MP. Any questions about your rooms, please dial 0 on the phone in your room. Thank you for coming, and Earth Mother Bless you!"

(OOC:Sorry my characters/representatives are so late for this. School started this week, and work is a little hectic.)

(After this little intro, my posts will come from either Duvira's and/or Ovessa's POV. It'll be posted which)

General Ovessa Melprom entered with Potentate Duvira Uth'Mal. The two women picked up their name tags. They walked together for a moment, before splitting apart to mingle with the collected guests.

General Ovessa is a short woman, standing only 5'1". She has long black hair and black, almond shaped eyes. She is a lithe woman, but at first glance can be mistaken for a girl around age fourteen. She is wearing a full body dress. It is white with a yellow band, and a purple skirt.

The Potentate has silky black hair that is curled, framing her face. She is
taller than Ovessa by a few inches. She is wearing a low cut, silk dress. It is cut off at the midriff, connected only by small pieces of fabric on the sides. The dress is a vibrant red.

******Ovessa******
Ovessa threw back her hair and went around the people gathered to a space where she'd be overlooked. Why'd the MHEB pick me for this? Surely there were better candidates. I attack people, leave it to someone else to make friends.

She put the name tag on, and debated whether or not she should get something to drink

******Duvira*******
Duvira immediately went and procured a glass of wine. She looked at the name tag for a moment, and realized she had no place to put it on with what she was wearing, so she crumpled it up. She looked around the room, and wondered who she should grace with her presence first.

(OoC: thats quite alright, I am sure my Rping, will go down when school starts on wednesday, especially with all my fucking AP classes. :confused: )

The Hierophant continued to mull about and within the last hour has had WAY to much of the sacrosanct wine."But hey who was he kidding, he doesn't deserve this position. They only placed me here after the revolution becasue I am a pretty, charismatic, guy trained at the scarlet monastary. O-Well, maybe with this much alcohol in my system the Great CLeansing will kill me", he thouight to himself. "Oh more guests have arrived. I suppose i might as well go say hi." He walked toward Ovessa.

******Ovessa******
Ovessa noticed an official, but quite drunk looking man making his way toward her. Mentally, she debated whether or not she should pretend she didn't see him, and walk away, but decided it would be rude.

(OOC:Ovessa a little bit anti-social, lol)

OoC: thats ok the Hieropahnt is a little drunk. ;)

"How are you, on this...lovely..hic...night? My name is Hierophant Kugler...Hic...I am pleased to meet you...hic."

The hierophant took another glass of wine in hopes of drowning his sorrow, and offered the full one in his other hand to Ovessa.

"I came to this party to have a good time and create a small friendship", The President replyed to the Mr. Skolnick. "That's very good that you should create friendships with others."

As the Roman President was continuing his talk, General Hierophant walked in to their discusion.

"I hope one day, to come to you relaxing Great Clensing.", He replyed to the General's question.

"I came to this party to have a good time and create a small friendship", The President replyed to the Mr. Skolnick. "That's very good that you should create friendships with others."

As the Roman President was continuing his talk, General Hierophant walked in to their discusion.

"I hope one day, to come to you relaxing Great Clensing.", He replyed to the General's question.

The Hierophant, Hierophant(like Pope) Kugler, is the leader of my nation, not a general. I believe the only general i've mentioned is General Kimoto. They arn't related, but sorry for any confusion!

The Hierophant, Hierophant(like Pope) Kugler, is the leader of my nation, not a general. I believe the only general i've mentioned is General Kimoto. They arn't related, but sorry for any confusion!

OCC: Now I understand. Thanks for clearing that.

OoC: all of my characters are occupied, I need the rest of you to do stuff before this thread can move on.

Wolfstein nodded and gulped. "Yes...I changed my mind, I will be participating in the great cleansing ceremony..." he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Though it scares me to death, I am curious of what happens...so uh...yes!" he said sheepishly. "I will participate..." he mumbled more to himself than the man before. Then he heard the announcement. "I guess we should hurry up and get me signed up so i can go off to sleep."

Wolfstein nodded and gulped. "Yes...I changed my mind, I will be participating in the great cleansing ceremony..." he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Though it scares me to death, I am curious of what happens...so uh...yes!" he said sheepishly. "I will participate..." he mumbled more to himself than the man before. Then he heard the announcement. "I guess we should hurry up and get me signed up so i can go off to sleep."

"Don't worry sir, everything will be fine. All I need to know is how many needles you would like per square inch of skin. Hierophant Kugler, and High Preacher Hoglan are having 50, however that is an insane number and i seriously recomend no more than 20." The young man put a reasuring hand on Wolfstein's shoulder. (awaits reply) "goodnight sir, I hope you sleep well, and if you need anything call the office by pressing 0. My name, again, is Uriel, if you need anything feel free to ask."

OoC: in case u didn't pic up on it, Uriel is hitting on him.

OoC: in case u didn't pic up on it, Uriel is hitting on him.

(ooc: lol, I tohught your people were just really friendly ;) how...interesting)

Wolfstein flinched when the young man put the hand on his shoulder. What friendly people here, he reasoned, just friendly. "Uh yes twenty will fine..." he said, nodding and bidding the man good night. "Tell me," he asked before leaving and going to his room for the night. "Is there a phone here to make international calls? Tommorrow morning I want to call my wife and let her know I got here ok..."

Tommorrow morning I want to call my wife and let her know I got here ok..."

With a slight look of distaste Uriel responded, "of course, just dial 413* on your phone in your room. I believe your country code is 559. Goodnight, Mister Beber." With that Uriel made himself scarce, looking to see if there were any other guests he might assist .

OoC: thats ok the Hieropahnt is a little drunk. ;)

"How are you, on this...lovely..hic...night? My name is Hierophant Kugler...Hic...I am pleased to meet you...hic."

The hierophant took another glass of wine in hopes of drowning his sorrow, and offered the full one in his other hand to Ovessa.

******Ovessa******
Ovessa graciously accepted the glass from the inebriated man.

"Thank you very much, Heirophant, both for asking, and for the wine. I am General Melprom, and how may I ask are you this evening?" she smiled at him. Besides drunk, of course. And probably stressed. she added mentally.

******Duvira******
Duvira drank a little of her wine, and continued her immobile search for someone to "mingle" with. She hoped she wouldn't have to intrude upon Ovessa and the man she was now talking to.

"I...hic...am just fine. Although I...hic...think i may have...hic...had a little too...sigh...much...hic...wine." The Heirophant thought to himslef. What a nice lady..."I do hope...hic...you enjoy yourself...hic...are you plan...hic...ing on taking part in the Great...Cleansing?" The Hierophant's eyes are...wandering

******Duvira******
Duvira drank a little of her wine, and continued her immobile search for someone to "mingle" with. She hoped she wouldn't have to intrude upon Ovessa and the man she was now talking to.

"Greetings, I hope you are enjoying the party." A voice said from behind. It was General Kimoto who had returned to the party. "My name is General Kimoto, I would like to graciously welcome you to Ninhursag." **** the message about the hotel plays*** "O, well it would appear there is only an hour left, I must no delay, would you care to dance?" The man bows down and extends a gloved hand.

"I...hic...am just fine. Although I...hic...think i may have...hic...had a little too...sigh...much...hic...wine." The Heirophant thought to himslef. What a nice lady..."I do hope...hic...you enjoy yourself...hic...are you plan...hic...ing on taking part in the Great...Cleansing?" The Hierophant's eyes are...wandering

The Heirophant's slurred speech and hiccups made him extremely hard to understand, and she was suddenly glad her dress revealed nothing.

"Thank you again, sir. Yes I do plan on taking part in the Great Cleansing, thank you for inviting us. Do you take part in the actual ceremony, like I will be doing, or will you officiate?"

(OOC:He's kinda...sloppy for a holy man, lol)

The Heirophant's slurred speech and hiccups made him extremely hard to understand, and she was suddenly glad her dress revealed nothing.

"Thank you again, sir. Yes I do plan on taking part in the Great Cleansing, thank you for inviting us. Do you take part in the actual ceremony, like I will be doing, or will you officiate?"

(OOC:He's kinda...sloppy for a holy man, lol)

"I will indeed...be participating, myself and a guest of ours...High Preacher Hoglan...from Amerigo..hic...will have 50needles per square inch of flesh...I seriously reccomend less...for someone not experienced...hic...in the pain. I must appologize for the...hiccups..hic...I have been...under..a.l..o..t of stree lately. I believe I may have overindulged in..the wine." The Hierophant is struggling to keep his hiccups under control.

OoC: he is under a lot of stress, with a foreing war, and things worse yet, you must understand. and he Is wasted

Kiley exited the room and made her way to the main throng of the party. She entered the crowd and searched for the Archbishop.

"Greetings, I hope you are enjoying the party." A voice said from behind. It was General Kimoto who had returned to the party. "My name is General Kimoto, I would like to graciously welcome you to Ninhursag." **** the message about the hotel plays*** "O, well it would appear there is only an hour left, I must no delay, would you care to dance?" The man bows down and extends a gloved hand.

Duvira gracefully accepted the General's hand.

"I am enjoying myself immensely...now. I am Duvira Uth'Mal, General Kimoto, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Arriving in a Teal green Volkswagon Phaeton. the Chauffer lets him out.
Wearing semi-formal garb and a Fez, he greets his way into the building amid a flurry of camera flashes and Microphones. His body guard leaves the emissary at the door and Lord Bakka Of Ratorz makes his way into the true party.
"Bakka-Et-Halleluja to you all!"

"I will indeed...be participating, myself and a guest of ours...High Preacher Hoglan...from Amerigo..hic...will have 50needles per square inch of flesh...I seriously reccomend less...for someone not experienced...hic...in the pain. I must appologize for the...hiccups..hic...I have been...under..a.l..o..t of stree lately. I believe I may have overindulged in..the wine." The Hierophant is struggling to keep his hiccups under control.

OoC: he is under a lot of stress, with a foreing war, and things worse yet, you must understand. and he Is wasted

******Ovessa******
"Oh, it's quite alright, Heirophant, I myself have done the same thing for stress from time to time."

"You'd be quite suprised at my ability to withstand pain. But, I will admit 50 per square inch is a bit much, even for me."

The party was beginning to die down a little, as some of the delegates made there way over to the hotel. Also some of the priests were retiring in preperation for the sermon that will be given tomorrow morning. Archbishop Franz VOn Carstein was no where ot be seen, but he certainly will be present at the sermon in the morning.

The party was beginning to die down a little, as some of the delegates made there way over to the hotel. Also some of the priests were retiring in preperation for the sermon that will be given tomorrow morning. Archbishop Franz VOn Carstein was no where ot be seen, but he certainly will be present at the sermon in the morning.
"damnit!" He swore under his breath
"Ratorz is always the last to the party"

"You'd be quite suprised at my ability to withstand pain. But, I will admit 50 per square inch is a bit much, even for me."

"Many find that between 10 and...20, is a suitable number. This may be a mistake in my...current condition, but would you like to dance?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

For a general, general Kimoto is very light on his feet. He is quite the accomplished ballroom dancer, and has learned a lot or dance steps, although he would never admit it, from Uriel.

"damnit!" He swore under his breath
"Ratorz is always the last to the party"

"Hello, may I help you?" A young shaman came up and addressed the delegate from Ratorz. "My name is Uriel Loki, and we havn' much time before this part of the party ends, so I will be breif. Do you plan on taking part in the great cleansing?"

OoC: Thats it for me tonight, I have to go, school starts tommorow, and I havn't finished writing my paper yet. Only 4 pages to go, lol :)

"Many find that between 10 and...20, is a suitable number. This may be a mistake in my...current condition, but would you like to dance?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

For a general, general Kimoto is very light on his feet. He is quite the accomplished ballroom dancer, and has learned a lot or dance steps, although he would never admit it, from Uriel.

******Ovessa******
"I'd love to." Ovessa agreed to dance with the Heirophant, despite her being a very bad dancer, "even though, it may be a mistake, given my lacking in that particular area of skill."

******Duvira*******
"General, you dance divinely. How did a man of your position ever learn to dance so well? Obviously, you don't spend all your time going over army reports, strategizing, and inspecting troops." Duvira laughed as they danced across the ballroom.

(OOC: Duvira is a bit of a party animal...she's not taking part in the Great Cleansing, so she could be down in the ballroom, until you basically have to throw her out.)

******Duvira*******
"General, you dance divinely. How did a man of your position ever learn to dance so well? Obviously, you don't spend all your time going over army reports, strategizing, and inspecting troops." Duvira laughed as they danced across the ballroom.

(OOC: Duvira is a bit of a party animal...she's not taking part in the Great Cleansing, so she could be down in the ballroom, until you basically have to throw her out.)

"I actually learned to help my military career. One of the paladins I was training was superbly graceful, more than i had ever seen. I asked how did you learn to be so graceful and he said, it was from dancing. I didn't beleive him and scoffed at him, but he challenged me that if after 3weeks I wasn't more grafeful he would run 25miles eveyday for week, extra. How could i pass that up? But i ate my words, it did indeed help" The general said with a mischevious smurk. This of course was close to the truth.

******Ovessa******
"I'd love to." Ovessa agreed to dance with the Heirophant, despite her being a very bad dancer, "even though, it may be a mistake, given my lacking in that particular area of skill."

The two of them sloppily managed to pull themselves together and not embarrass themselves too badly. Although some of the better dancers were mocking them, they seemed to be enjoying themselves, perhaops even more so than the good dancers.

(Barlibgil, if you would like to continue RPing this let me know, but I must move on)

All of the delegates were awoken after a mere three hours of sleep, somehting that many, most certainly are not used to. After about an hour of waking up, and fetting ready all of the delegates make there way downstairs, and into the lobby of the hotel. The delegates were sent brought over in groups of five to make for easiers sitting, in the golden hall. This was a part of the Great Ziggurat that was off limits during the party. It was a very lartge room, able to encompass atleast 50,000. The room had a white marble floor, with crimson carpets running from each of the 4 doorways to the ceter making a large red-cross on the floor. The delegates were given front row seating for the special event. The center of the room was slightly elevated to allow people to see better in the ampitheater like back of the hall. There were 5 people up on the stage, the Hierophant and his 4 Archbishops.

(OoC: more to come later.)

OoC: If school didn't start and, if I hadn;t sooooo much to do, I would write out this huge thing about whatt he Hierophant says, but for the most part its not that important.

"...Earth-mother helps, all...eveyone should help each other, whenever possible...yata-yata-yata...earthmother bless all! Please let us bow our heads for two hours of prayer before the Great Cleansing begins." The Heirophan bows his head, as do the Archbishops, and they begin to pray in a Foreign Tongue."Meine mutter hof mein Seele ab, bitte. Absichen unseren gegen die schlechten manner...

OoC: The foreign tongue isn't actually Germna, thats just the only Foreign tongue I know, lol)

After a "short" nap during the sermon, you awake to see that the prayer time is over, and the great cleansing is about to begin. SO you move tot he appropiate area, setup, or the observation deck. The Hierophant and High Preacher Hoglan, are already being preped since they have to have such a large number of needles inserted into their flesh, and the MP's are patrolling about to make sure no one takes advantage of the situation.

OoC: More to come later.

Wolfstein felt bad for pushing Uriel off the way he did, especially lying about having a wife as a single man...but other than that he slept soundly. He was at peace when he woke up in his bed until he suddenly realized that the great cleansing was about to begin, and nervously made his way to the Ziggurat...he gulped nervously...here went nothing.

OoC: damn, I finally have a chance to sit down and type this out. I have been sooo busy, sorry for any inconvience.

IC:

The morning is young and fresh. Many of the foreign delegates are hungry and a little cranky from the sleep deprivation. Any one from Ninhursag, however, are buzzing about with great anticipation. All of the guests have been moved to a large observation deck where they can be seen from the entire city, and where they can see not only the entire city, but the face of the Great Ziggurat where certain people will be hanging all morning. The Hierphant and High Preacher Hoglan, from Amerigo, were dicussing a few last minute things about the prophet Yang, and similarites to the disciples of Gilgamesh. "Greetings, and good morrow, my bretheren." the Hierophant began what seemed like it was going to be another long winded speech."I am so very glad to be able to host such a wonderful event. I would like to thank everyone who has descided to participate in the great cleansing. Before we begin I will offer a brief prayer to the Earth-Mother. Your wisdom and art have led you astray so that you say in your heart, 'I and no one else!' But now you will have misfortune which you will not know how to conjure away! Would those partaking please follow me, and the rest of you please make yourself comfortable.

The Hierophant, High Preacher Hoglan, Kiley Nessa, Wolfstein Beber, and anyone else partaking in the greatcleasing are moved to another room. Here they are being prepared for the Cleansing. Everyone was stripped down to nothing but the proper undergarments for the cermony. Each participant had a monk, shaman, or sister, measuring them, and preping the skin for the acupuncture. Uriel Loki, the head of the celebration, had finished preping Miss Nessa rather quickly and went over to help the very old man working on Wolfstein. The old man was glad to have the help from someone who could move without arthritus flaring up. "How is your wife?" Uriel asked, Beber, half measuring and applying the sacred lotion, half feeling him up...
After the preperationare over the participants are moved to the small deck on the front face of the Great Ziggurat. facing the River Ulaja. The monks finished tying everyone to the Ziggurat, and were waiting for the signal to apply the first needle. And with the flooding of the first gate, as the river began to flood, the first needle is put in place.

((OoC:Sorry 'bout the lack of posting, I was in North Carolina for a week visiting my grandparents, and we didn't have internet until a few days before I left.))

Kiley stalked amongst the crowd. Many times had she gone forty-eight, or even seventy-two hours with out sleep, and on occasion had gone without sleep for five days.

After she was moved into the room, she waited for whatever it was that was due next. When they were ordered to strip, she assuredly did so. Her bare body revealed that indeed her scars ran all over her body, and were most profound in her abdomen area. Darby stayed near her at all times, keeping a suspicious eye on whomever was closest to her.

OoC: is anyone reading/ plannig on participating furthur? if so say something and i will continue, if not, I have HW to do.

OoC: is anyone reading/ plannig on participating furthur? if so say something and i will continue, if not, I have HW to do.
OOC:Um, I am. I went away for a little bit, thought I told you that.

OOC:Um, I am. I went away for a little bit, thought I told you that.

OoC: u did and i thank you, however as you can see you and I are the only people with a mildly long attention span.

OoC: u did and i thank you, however as you can see you and I are the only people with a mildly long attention span.
OOC: so, do you really need them to participate in it?