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"I could tell you two had magical origins, your auras shine as bright as the sun on the first few planes. And Akragog says they are even brighter on the higher planes. You are not ones I would wish to cross paths with on the battlefield."
'You wouldn't want to cross a black cat on a battlefield!' Tufaar thought to himself, taking a swig from his hip flask.

Akragog took the keys and deposited them somewhere inside his suit. "Thank you, Mr. Blackhelm." After Akragog settled back into his seat, the imp John dispatched earlier returned. It carried a satchel full of some chalk, inscense, candles, rulers, protractors, compasses, a few bits of string, and a couple of old, leather bound books. John ordered it upstairs to perpare the room for the summoning. He also pulled a scrying glass from his caot pocket. He ordered the imp trapped inside to fetch Nubbin, a first-level djinni (Akragog is a fith-level Afrit [one class above Djinni]), and have him inspect the room. He then settled back in the booth and tried to enjoy his evening.

"I could tell you two had magical origins, your auras shine as bright as the sun on the first few planes. And Akragog says they are even brighter on the higher planes. You are not ones I would wish to cross paths with on the battlefield."

"Haha, well I;m sure if you worked hard at it, you can get yours to shine just as brightly too, even develop and expand your powers." Deuce said.

'Hmm. Should be just about time to be taking my medication." Tufaar mused, glancing at his watch.

The Consul stepped back into the club alone, his usual escort of guards had not come with him today. He had listened intently from the opposite side of the room to the new addition to the club as he described his powers and affinity for summoning. No one had probably seen him enter, because of the method he had used.

A plate of eggs and bacon sat in front of him as he gleefully ate, he hadn't eaten in quite some time with all the work he had been doing and the the usage of the third eye to travel tired him greatly, he thought grimly.

He had come back to talk to the congregation from Ri-an, but they were busy at the moment. He contented himself to sipping his coffee, gently putting in heat so it would stay at a desirable temperature.

"Haha, well I;m sure if you worked hard at it, you can get yours to shine just as brightly too, even develop and expand your powers." Deuce said.
There are certain instences where i could get it to grow. But i remind you that i alone have no real power. I rely on the demons to use their power on my behalf. They are the source of my magic.

"Then wouldn't you have had most of the planet trying to kill you?" Tufaar asked the prime minister, thinking of the large Christian and Muslim populations of his holdings on Earth.

There are certain instences where i could get it to grow. But i remind you that i alone have no real power. I rely on the demons to use their power on my behalf. They are the source of my magic.
Don't let that stop you. If I or my mother so chose, we could Change that, but only if you were willing, and only if you agreed to extensive training.

Don't let that stop you. If I or my mother so chose, we could Change that, but only if you were willing, and only if you agreed to extensive training.
"Mother?" Tufaar asked, bemused.

Lady Ri-an walked over.

"Yes, I am his mother." She said.

She took Tufaar's hands in her own.

"I am a World Spirit, a part of Creation itself, let me show you what it feels like to be me." She said.

She released his hands. She simply smiled, and spread her arms wide.

An overwhelming feeling of ecstatic Joy filled the room. it had no equal, and it felt everlasting, but all too quickly, it was gone.

"I am older than you can fathom, and I can do many things. I have many children, but by Blood, Deuce is my only son, and he was born a little over three years ago. Look at him now, I bet you would've sworn he was 26, and for all intents and purposes, he is." She said.

"Thank you for the kind and generous offer Duece. But i'm fine with relying on spirits." He said, hoping his refulsal would not offend them. Wow, big kid for three he thought to himself. When lady Ri-anraised her arms, John had the most wonderful sensation, almost forgeting himself. But, had one been looking, they would have seen Akragogs essence flicker like a broken lightbulb.

"as you wish. Though I wonder, are you one of the few that can summon Paladins, angels and other holy beings to your aid?" Deuce asked.

"Then wouldn't you have had most of the planet trying to kill you?" Tufaar asked the prime minister, thinking of the large Christian and Muslim populations of his holdings on Earth.
Yes. There may be many individuals or groups that dislike our methods, including the demons them selves; some masters tend to be cruel. But the demons powers are strong, strong enough to defend us from most any kind of physical weapon.

"as you wish. Though I wonder, are you one of the few that can summon Paladins, angels and other holy beings to your aid?" Deuce asked.
No. I'm afraid not. Our powers over the demons that live in the Other Place are constricted to those demons. Our art has no affiliation with God in any of his benevolent names or froms.

'The Abrahamic Union would have a field day here.' Tufaar thought to himself. 'Some of these people are even stranger than I am."

A small demon appeared next to John and wispered something in his ear. John turned to the people he was talking too and said "My room is ready, I shall be in my room for a bit. Excuse me." He got up and headed for the stairs. As he walked away Akragog disentegarted into a cloud of dust that seemed to follow John out of the room.

Strolling over to a fanaticle maid, Tufaar pointed to the cloud of dust. The maid began to snarl, and take chase.

Akragog heard the snarl and turned (well, as much as a cloud of dust can turn). A shadowy figure with bright yellow eyes appeared inside the cloud. Standing its ground, it easily batted the maid aside once it was within range. It turned to face it again, awaiting its next move.

OOC:By 'maid' do you mean hispanic women who cleans your house and does your laundry? (Excuse my stereotype)

Akragog heard the snarl and turned (well, as much as a cloud of dust can turn). A shadowy figure with bright yellow eyes appeared inside the cloud. Standing its ground, it easily batted the maid aside once it was within range. It turned to face it again, awaiting its next move.

OOC:By 'maid' do you mean hispanic women who cleans your house and does your laundry? (Excuse my stereotype)
OOC: I was thinking along the lines of 'Mrs. White'. This was the head maid, who originally helped drop the chandeliers on the Isans.

OOC: Okay, i gotcha. It's just a person okay.
Akragog didn't see the women move again so he satrted after John who had made it to the stairs.

"Security!" Tufaar called, seeing the near motionless maid.

OOC: You should rp th egaurds. I don't think blackhelm will be on anytime soon.

OOC: You should rp th egaurds. I don't think blackhelm will be on anytime soon.
OOC: Eh, I'm not the best with battle scenes. Instead, I create things like 'The Chandelier Incident'.

Ah, isee. What was the 'chandelear incident?'

OOC: I was thinking along the lines of 'Mrs. White'. This was the head maid, who originally helped drop the chandeliers on the Isans.
OOC that drop on no one as they had left ha.
tufaar likes to drop chandeliers on crowds

wolfs ask the barman for some old newspaper as he like to put it on the bar so he can clean his weapons and not put gun oil on the bar.
here you go sir said the barman.wolf turns to the gaurd standing next to him to keep a eye on him and says iam going to clean my weapons so you don't need to call for help as iam not going to start shooting the place up i did not last time iam not going to now.
yes sir ok said the gaurd.
one of the women turns to wolf we going to bed see you when you came up lover boy.
ok an stop calling me that said wolf an starts to clean his handgun.
the three get up an heads to the room.
barman said wolfs yes sir how can i help said barman
i like a pot of tea when you get time says wolf
yes sir i can do that said barman.

OOC that drop on no one as they had left ha.
tufaar likes to drop chandeliers on crowds
OOC: You are the first person I am going to, out-and-out, call a "newbie".

A guard approached Tufaar. "What the hell happened here?" he asked, pointing to the maid.

It was a strange weave that Lady Ri-an wove with the pleasure that the others seemed to bathe in, he recognized it as similar to the ones he used when he wanted information.

Closing his eyes so the others would not see the side effect of using the third eye, he blocked it off not wishing to have any unnatural sensation that may impair his mind.

He saw the unconsious maid on the floor and closed his eyes again. The woman's body weaves were in dissaray, he could see taints in their functions where the demon had swatted her, a rib was broken. She was in no real danger but he still wished to help, manipulating her body weaves in the precise way he corrected the damage.

He felt the bone knit together under the infulence of his weaves and corrected the taint of the touch. She would wake up feeling refreshed in about an hour he evaluated when he was finished. He went back to his coffee as a guard confronted Tufaar.

Hearing a slight commotion, John turned at the bottom of the stairs. A women was lying on the ground and Akragog was walking twoards him, unusually far behind. He heard Tufaar yell for a gaurd and started to walk twoards them as one ame over to him.

Lady Ri-an walked over to the poor maid. She picked her up, and embraced her in her arms. Her hair spilled over the maid, and she kissed the woman on the forhead, letting her healing energies pour through the maid, reviving her.

"Come, child, awaken." Lady Ri-an called as gently as a mother would call one of her own children.

To the Guard:

"A man from London Magicians, went upstairs to summon demons and commune with them. A demon made of dust knocked the poor woman out who was simply doing her duty and cleaning up after it, inadvertantly trying to clean it in the process." Lady Ri-an said.

sixs man all in black pay the fee to the guards at the door and not saying a word walk in.
they stop looked round the room one sees the person they are looking for an points wolf out to the others.
they move towards him.
wolf at the bar had finish cleaning his weapons an was drinking his tea when he buck to the left as a knife hits the bar.
OOC quote spirat sun
out-and-out and call a newbie you get that

Walking up behind the Lady, her back bent over the fallen maid he whispered delicately so as to avoid attention, "She is quite fine miss, however what I did to her requires a lot of energy on her part, I would not advise waking her up, her body will do that on her own."

He shifted a hand into his coat and revealed a four foot long saber belted at his waist. "A man that talks to demons in my country pays the penalty of death, no good can come of it." He paused as his fingers gently caressed the golden hilt of the blade and his tone turned sinister, "If he can converse with these demons what makes you think he cannot with those of greater purpose, of greater....let's just say capacity for violence."

He got turned his back to her and his tone brightened, "But you seem to know more about demons then I, so I will let you be the judge of his creed." He stood facing the other way eyes closed as he fully embraced the third eye searching the establishment for the man's aura as he awaited the answer.

Without any outward sign, Lady Ri-an's entire Spirit eveloped the man from Zamnitia, and took them to another plane.

This Plane had light everywhere. It was Celestia, the great plane of Positive energy. It was only the man from Zamnita, and Lady Ri-an.

Back at the club, it appeared that Lady Ri-an was still protecting the maid, and the man from Zamnitia was still as he was.

"Listen, this man from London Magicians worries me greatly. He consorts with Demons, as everyone knows, and I feel no good can come of it. For as much control as he has over the lessers, eventually a Major Demon is going to answer his calls, and is going to find away out of his control.

we cannot just outright kill the man, for it is not our country. Instead, Watch him as we will. When the emperor of The Black Lotus Society Returns, we will have many eyes, for I will have him call upon his Kami spirits, and his Ancestors, to watch this man who consorts with Demons." Lady Ri-an said.

Tyre looked around at where he was, recognizing it for one chilling moment he had been here before once to talk with Marius and the other to merge with his soul. He opened his eye lids to reveal nothing but white where their was once blue, his pupil and iris had entirely dissapeared into his eye.

"I have dealt with men of the same capabilities of him when I retook Zamnitia however I understand that this is out of our hands," his mind work quietly the weaves to take them here were delicate and treacherous she was either very experienced or extremely powerful to be able to take us here so easily, it might be both he thought.

"I understand the edicate of politicis though," he said letting a warm smile cross his face, "I will do my best to help you and your son in this endeavor, if you are tired miss I will take us both back." He appreciated how she didn't flinch at the sight of the third eye as he manipulated the correct weaves.

A guard approached Tufaar. "What the hell happened here?" he asked, pointing to the maid.

"No idea." Tufaar answered, taking the maids pulse. "She went to clean a pile of floating dust, and it attacked her."

OOC: I'll get what Imperial Isa? It's hard to understand you.

"Floating dust? Lets go pal" the guard said, grabbing his arm and pulling him away

[QUOTE=Zamnitia]~snip~QUOTE]

Lady Ri-an nodded, then chuckled a little.

"My good sir, I could do this hundreds of times over and more. You see, I am the Spirit of an entire world, a World Spirit if you will, and as such, and a part of the Mother Spirit of Creation itself, thus I have much power, and have had many many years to learn how to use them. My son, is a young Chaos God, minor, but still on the side of Good. Anyways, let us return, for eventually someone is going to want to talk to us, and if we don't respond, well, I don't want to find myself in a hospital again for no good reason." she said.

She brought them back to the club, and her spirit left Tyre.

She picked the maid up, and took her upstairs to her unused room, and laid the maid upon her bed to rest, and awaken when she was ready.

He wrapped shadow around his saber and hid it once more, the sword was very special and he didnt want to have to kill anyone to make sure he kept it.

Upon opening his eyes back at the bar they effect had passed, his blue eyes were back and he sat himself back down at his original table, finding that no time had passed, but hours had for his stomach. The waitress brought him some milanesa and a slight smile at his handsome features before hurrying off.

Take a lemon wedge and dripping its juice on the meat he smiled. "A minor god eh, these two get more and more interesting as time goes by," of course he thought he needed to guage their abilities more before showing off his own. The waitress came back with the wine he ordered, and this time he returned the smile and saw her blush, before taking an offered seat.

He needed a distraction right now he thought as he poured her some of the wine and spoke to her in the delicate language of Zamnite. The woman was exceptionally attractive with a great figure, no more than twenty. She blushed as she understood what he was saying to her, he expected that of an established place such as this. Besides he thought, I have some time to kill.

"Floating dust? Lets go pal" the guard said, grabbing his arm and pulling him away
"Go where, precisely?" Tufaar snapped, pulling his arm away from the 'guard'. "Let's see some I.D., pal."

"Your spending the night in a cell, you have been dropping chandeliers, and now you blame the maid attack on floating dust, you're coming with me" the guard said again, grabbing his forearm tightly.

"Your spending the night in a cell, you have been dropping chandeliers, and now you blame the maid attack on floating dust, you're coming with me" the guard said again, grabbing his forearm tightly.
"If you don't stop grabbing me, I'll call the Chancellor, the police, and the F.R.S.S.'s embassy!" Tufaar snarled. "Now where's your I.D.?"

The streamlined EB-180 Stargazer landed on the runway outside the building. As the aircraft came to a stop, the top hatch opened up.

From the open hatch, two soldiers dressed in army camo and kevlar body armor tossed down a rope ladder, which they quickly descended.

As they reached the ground, the two soldiers raised their AK-74U assault rifles and looked around the area for any trouble. They saw that there was none.

"It's all clear, General." a soldier said towards the open cockpit.

From the opening in the aircraft a man appeared. This man was dressed in a military uniform adorned with many stripes and medals. He also had a stern expression which seemed to be carved onto his face. This man was the General that the soldier had signaled to. However, he was not just any General. He was, in fact, the General of the Army of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough: Nicoli Trotsky.

The General surveyed the area himself, as if he was looking for anything that the soldier had missed. When he could find nothing wrong, he climbed out of the cockpit and descended slowly, but steadily down the ladder.

As soon as his black leather boots hit the ground, he looked up to the jet.

"We are ready for you, Your Majesty." he spoke in a thick Russian accent.

Then, a second man appeared at the edge of the cockpit. He was much younger than General Trotsky. He sported a black trenchcoat, under which was a black button-down shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of black leather boots that went up past his ankles.

His long hair, tied back in a ponytail, made him look like a rockstar. But this man was no rockstar, though he had heard such comparisons many times before. He was, in fact, the sovereign ruler of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough: Prince William Kennedy the First.

The Prince climbed down the rope ladder.

General Trotsky looked up at the tall building which housed the International Empire's Club. "This is most definately the place." he said.

Trotsky turned to the two soldiers who immediately stood at attention.

"You are to stay here and guard the jet." he said with a stern, but measured tone.

"Yes, sir!" replied the soldiers in unison. Quickly they moved to take positions around the aircraft.

Trotsky nodded to Prince William and the two of them began walking towards the enterance.

As soon as the soldiers were out of hearing range, Prince William spoke. "Tell me again why I agreed to come here?"

The General turned to the Prince and crossed his arms in annoyance. "Because, your majesty, as a royal, you are obligated to mingle with the fellow royalty which are your peers."

The Prince sighed. "Yes but I don't feel much like a royal. Despite being in power for 6 years, I still feel like the same middle class person that I was growing up."

"That's in the past. You now have obligations to your country, one of which is building alliences with other nations. This mingling with wealthy and powerful is not simply just a social event. There's a practical application to it as well. It's an opportunity for leaders to meet, forge alliences, and make deals, political and economic, which will mutually benefit the two sides."

The Prince rolled his eyes. "Yeah, all over a few drinks, and a game of polo. Jesus Christ, that's corrupt! Such things ought to be left up to government officials, not a bunch of well connected socialites rubbing shoulders with one other."

Trotsky shrugged. "Yes well, try to keep those feelings to yourself. You're here to make friends, so I wouldn't spout off these things at every leader and royal in sight."

"Are you nuts? Of course not! Seriously, what kind of person do you think I am?"

The General and Prince William finally arrived at the entrance to the building where the man at the door looked at them in shock. "Where the hell did you two come from? We didn't see you coming in on RADAR!"

General Trotsky laughed. "And you never will, at least, not in that jet." he replied in his Russian accent.

The Prince and the General paid the $1000 fee and strode briskly into the club.

"Good evening, newcomers!" Tufaar greeted, releasing his arm again. He extended his now free hand to the military man, "The radar's on the blink again, isn't it?"

The General of the Army smiled and gave the man a firm handshake. "Oh I'm sure that your RADAR is doing exactly what it was designed to do." He didn't bother to tell the man that the EB-180 Stargazer was designed with Radar-scattering technology.

They broke the handshake. "And who might you be?" Trotsky asked.

"I am Generalissimo Totrue Tufaar, of the Federated Republic of the Spiral Sun" Tufaar replied, wondering why those anti-aircraft guns hadn't kicked in. "The Chancellor is busy, so I'll be your welcome wagon, as you humans say."

"Well met, Generalissimo Tufaar. I am Nicoli Trotsky, General of the Army in the Principality of Wilhelmsborough." Trotsky turned to Prince William.

The Prince stepped forward. Well, it's time to take some initiative here. He thought.

"Good day to you, Generalissimo. I'm Prince William Kennedy the First, ruler of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough. The two shook hands.

'Another of those haaring monarchists.' Tufaar thought, inwardly scowling. Keeping a smile on he asked. "Isn't the 'the First' only used when a second comes around? Pardon my ignorance on the matter."

"Maybe it is, I'm not sure. But I've got plenty of time to work on a "second."" The Prince grinned.

As they walked into the building, the Prince spoke again. "What can I find on this floor, Generalissimo?"

On this floor they have a dining room, I think an indoor pool, a bar, a ball room, and the worlds largest collection of chandeliers." Tufaar said smiling.

Deuce simply smiled.

He walked over to the guard trying to arrest Tufaar.

"Yo, you know what I am, you know who I am, you at least have a concept of what this man can do. No I aint exactly tryin to rain on your parade, but you is bustin the wrong man yo, and I ain't down with that. What he says is true man, the maid really was beaten down by a Dust Demon, brought in by another Guest from London Magicians, more specificly, him." Deuce said while pointing at John.

Lady Ri-an had decended.

"Indeed, Justice is a Worthy pursuit, but it would bring much shame upon yourself, and your nation, if you arrested a Guest of the Chancellor who was actually innocent." Lady Ri-an said.

"I ain't touchin' that guy. He has a little devil creature with him. Ya mind helping me with that?" the guard said to Deuce and Lady Ri-an

The Chancellor walked happily over to Prince Wilhelm. "I am honoured to have you in my club my good man. I am Chancellor Blackhelm. I own this joint. If there is anything you need, please tell me."

OOC: Your story about a group of artists and such on their own island was the first thread I ever read on NS, and that along with Kravens invasion of Kahanistan both influenced me joining NS:)

"Where's the maid gone, anyway?" Tufaar asked the assembled. "She seemed to have a good pulse."

"Don't mind if I do." Deuce said.

Lady Ri-an held up a hand.

"Now Deuce, remember the proper steps. First, you Rob them of their powers. Like this." She said.

She cast an Anti-Magick Field on the Entire Club and surrounding areas, making all forms of magick flat out impossible.

"Second, you drive away their demons." She said.

For this, she riched beyond herself, became one with the mother Spirit of Creation. A sense of something, something so powerful it could not exactly be named filled the room. Anything Evil would be destroyed instantly, if it did not flee back to the depths of hell.

"Now you cuff them, and make sure they are well secured." She said.

Lady Ri-an removed the anti-magick Field from Deuce, who immediatly used Chaos to Warp and bend Reality.

An unused table ripped itself apart, transmuted itself to Steel, and assembled itself into a Cage around chris. for that extra touch, Deuce added Wheels, so the Guards could wheel it out at their leisure. He pulled the Key out of his pocket, and laid it on the bar.

"There ya go. Happy?" Deuce said.

Lady Ri-an removed the Anti-magick field from everyone but Chris, so he couldn't summon more demons.

"That...was cool" the guard said. He then went over to the cage and wheeled the man up to his room.

Tyre sipped his coffee watching the scene, his mind wandered to the woman, who sat next to him with a determined look in her green eyes. "I thought I told the Harbingers not to send anyone to watch me here."

Her face shed its determined look and adopted one of vulnerabilty that quickly faded, "You knew."

"For awhile now," he smiled as color lit up her face in remembrance of the conversation they had, "I wanted to see how far you would go in the act."

"My lord we can never be too cautious, I had no idea of the people that you were dealing with."

"Her workings, or at least this one is just a simple bend of reality my dear," Tyre said fully embraced with the third eye as he broke off the weaves lady Ri-an used to destroy a person's ability for magic. She calmy took in his new eyes, the Harbinger guard was used to this feature in him and the other wielders eyes.

"It makes the weaves and energy normally used for magic unattainable and untouchable, a simple spell really but it’s quick and powerful, and if the weaves touch you, you are at the mercy of the wielder."

He saw through the eye the outlines of every weave energized in the room, picking out the ones being manipulated by Deuce and his mother. Interpreted how they bent the elements.

"You need not fear them though, the third eye allows me to estimate to a good degree the power of each wielder, the woman there Lady Ri-an is my equal, her son is a question mark however gods powers are not defined by the third eye." He sipped his coffee slowly watching the man in the cage carted away.

“We will be watching you lord, the knife in the dark,” she said carefully slipping away.

“Yes yes,” he said under his breath as she walked away shedding her soldier attitude once more for that of a cheerful attendant. He did not care where the other one was. He placed his mug on the table as he walked to the center of the room releasing his embrace of the power letting his normal facial features return. He took long strides over the wooden floor seemingly dismissing the recent events as he made hsi way to the two newcomers. One he recognized imediately as a soldier, the other was obviously the politician by their looks.

“Welcome to the club President,” turning to the military man, “General Trotsky, you will find us to be quite an entertaining bunch I presume.” Offering his hand to the president in a handshake, “My name is Matthew Tyre, Consul of the up and coming nation of Zamnitia, would you care to have a drink. I am always interested in learning about new cultures.”

there is a smash of shelfs behind the bar as wolf is thrown into them by one of the assassins
the ladys came back and saw wolf fighting six helghan assassins two from each state that form the helghan empire.
those basteds have found him at last they took there time.

OOC sorry spiral sun i miss half a sentence that teach me to write in a hurry what i was saying is what are you on about i have no idea what your saying.

"I ain't touchin' that guy. He has a little devil creature with him. Ya mind helping me with that?" the guard said to Deuce and Lady Ri-an

The Chancellor walked happily over to Prince Wilhelm. "I am honoured to have you in my club my good man. I am Chancellor Blackhelm. I own this joint. If there is anything you need, please tell me."

OOC: Your story about a group of artists and such on their own island was the first thread I ever read on NS, and that along with Kravens invasion of Kahanistan both influenced me joining NS:)

OOC: :) I'm glad you enjoyed that story. Believe me, you'll be hearing from the Free Republic of Discordia again in the future.

IC:

Prince William smiled at the Chancellor and shook his hand heartily.

"Thank you very much for your help, Chancellor. Would you please show myself and the General the way to the bar?"

He took long strides over the wooden floor seemingly dismissing the recent events as he made his way to the two newcomers. One he recognized immediately as a soldier, the other was obviously the politician by their looks.

“Welcome to the club President,” turning to the military man, “General Trotsky, you will find us to be quite an entertaining bunch I presume.” Offering his hand to the president in a handshake, “My name is Matthew Tyre, Consul of the up and coming nation of Zamnitia, would you care to have a drink. I am always interested in learning about new cultures.”

Prince William smiled and shook Tyre's hand. "It's good to meet you, Consul Tyre. I'm Prince William Kennedy of Wilhelmsborough. It's a small, but decent-sized country, based out of the Crimean Peninsula on the Black Sea.

"These days I usually don't have the luxury of travel, or the ability to meet with fellow leaders. So I must say that this is quite a treat." The Prince grinned. "And yes, I would most definately like a drink. The General as well, I believe. We can talk more in the bar!"

"Excellent, I'm in a rather good mood today," he said with a smile, "So whatever you want, will be provided for you out of the immense generosity of the taxpayers of Zamnitia," he said with a grin.

Sitting down on the bar stools, "A glass of your finest Cognac, and whatever these two gentlemen want."

"I sympathesize with your dilemna, my nation has gone through similar things earlier in its history, namely the ousting of the former government, this is the first place I came when we opened our doors to the outside world, and I must say everything and everyone here is excellent, so tell me a bit about your country."

ooc: you write very well, I thank you for that lol

"Oh, hello." The Dictator watched the three men walk in. He recognised the Chancellor, but he had never met the other two. "Hello, who are you?

OOC: :) I'm glad you enjoyed that story. Believe me, you'll be hearing from the Free Republic of Discordia again in the future.

IC:

Prince William smiled at the Chancellor and shook his hand heartily.

"Thank you very much for your help, Chancellor. Would you please show myself and the General the way to the bar?"

"Of course, of course! Right this way!" the Chancellor said cheerily, leading the group to an old mahogany bar. "And here is the key to your room, just upstairs". The Chancellor reached into his jacket pocket, and withdrew a key, which he gave to the prince.

"I sympathesize with your dilemna, my nation has just quieted down from a recent ousting of the former government, this is the first place I came when we opened our doors to the outside world, and I must say everything and everyone here is excellent, so tell me a bit about your country."
"You suffered a military coup d'état, or a popular revolution?" Tufaar asked Trotsky, as he searched the radio. "Holy Salions!"

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The Prince took the key. "Thank you again for your hospitality, Chancellor." He placed the key into a pocket inside his treachcoat.

As the group consisting of Prince William, General Trotsky, Chancellor Blackhelm, and Consul Tyre approached the bar, a man who was already sitting down took notice of them.

Originally Posted by SkillCrossbones
"Oh, hello, who are you?" he asked.

"I am Prince William Kennedy of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough." the Prince replied, making sure not to add "the first" to that title.

"And this is my General of the Army, Nicoli Trotsky."

The General nodded his head in the man's General direction.

The group approached the bar.

Originally Posted by Zamnitia
"A glass of your finest Cognac, and whatever these two gentlemen want," Consul Tyre ordered.

The group took their seats at the bar.

Originally Posted by Zamnitia
"I sympathesize with your dilemna, my nation has just quieted down from a recent ousting of the former government, this is the first place I came when we opened our doors to the outside world, and I must say everything and everyone here is excellent, so tell me a bit about your country."

"First we order." said the Prince. "I'll have a Sam Adams Boston Lager."

"And I will have an Everclear." said General Trotsky. "Actually, just leave me the bottle and a glass."

"Don't mind if I do." Deuce said.

Lady Ri-an held up a hand.

"Now Deuce, remember the proper steps. First, you Rob them of their powers. Like this." She said.

She cast an Anti-Magick Field on the Entire Club and surrounding areas, making all forms of magick flat out impossible.

"Second, you drive away their demons." She said.

For this, she riched beyond herself, became one with the mother Spirit of Creation. A sense of something, something so powerful it could not exactly be named filled the room. Anything Evil would be destroyed instantly, if it did not flee back to the depths of hell.

"Now you cuff them, and make sure they are well secured." She said.

Lady Ri-an removed the anti-magick Field from Deuce, who immediatly used Chaos to Warp and bend Reality.

An unused table ripped itself apart, transmuted itself to Steel, and assembled itself into a Cage around chris. for that extra touch, Deuce added Wheels, so the Guards could wheel it out at their leisure. He pulled the Key out of his pocket, and laid it on the bar.

"There ya go. Happy?" Deuce said.

Lady Ri-an removed the Anti-magick field from everyone but Chris, so he couldn't summon more demons.

(His name's John, not Chris)
John was extremly surprised when he was attacked while heading over to apologize for Akragogs behavoir. He would have been punished severly, but his essence was scattered (John saw on the third plane) by one of his assailants. He was stuck in a cage now, sadly, it was nowhere near the pentacle his imp had drawn. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cellular phone. He dialed his own secratary and waited for her to pick up. He explained to her his situation, and awaited his rescue. Several minutes later a number of pigeons landed on the window sill. They spoke ancient egyptian too each other, speculating whether there were any traps on the window, and if the cage was iron or silver. They came up with no for both and the window pane promptly vanished. Three of them flew in, changing into humans on the way. They were all 9th level Afrits and resited any traces of magic coming from downstairs. One walked to the caged, smirked at his masters situation for just a moment, and then ripped a large whole in the side, as easily as if he had ripped a piece of paper. John stepped out, and motioned to one of the other demons. It came over, engulfed him in a cloud of shadow, and transported he straight to his office, where his secretary was waiting with a notepad so he could send the club a nasty letter. The demons all turned into pigeons again and flew off, making sure to leave a few 'presents' on the heads of the gaurds outside.

The Sultan walked over to Duece and lady Ri-an.
"Where did that 'Londons magicians' chap go? I was rather fond of whatching him and Tufaar argue, didn't seem half bad either." he commented while taking a large sip of his whiskey.

Tufaar banged away at the radio, trying to get it to shut up.
"Chancellia, and we can be certain... roles of members in... will soon come to... Information Head, Greyson Postman, announced... declined to issue a statement on the... or demons could be found, anywhere..."

The Prince took a drink of his beer. Setting down the glass he glanced over at General Trotsky.

His eyes went wide with shock as he saw the General down an entire pint of Everclear.

"Jesus Christ, Trotsky! That stuff's 95% alcohol!"

The General turned his head to the Prince who was further shocked to see that although Trotsky had a tinge of redness around his cheeks, no other affects of the beverage could be seen.

"I'm quite used to it." the Russian replied with not a slur in his voice. "In fact that was my second glass."

"Second gla..my God!" said the awed Prince.

The General grinned. "I've been drinking stuff like this before you were born, Prince. Why, I've been drinking stuff like this before I entered secondary school."

Prince William shook his head. "Jesus..." He turned to the other rulers already seated at the bar.

"Well now. I believe you wished to know about my country? Well then I'll tell you."

The Prince took another drink of Sam Adams and began.

"The Principality of Wilhelmsborough is originally based out of the Crimean Peninsula in the Black Sea. It's a relatively isolated place, but you could never find a more defensible location. Only a single waterway!

"We have however managed to acquire territories abroad. The first piece of land we took was the Jaluit Atoll in the Pacific. Soon afterword, we took the island of Tubuai in the South Pacific.

"Just recently however, the Principality made it's largest territorial acquisitions to date. The Azores islands in the Atlantic Ocean were acquired into our fold, and then, just four months ago, we annexed New Caledonia, and the surrounding Loyalty, Belep, and Huon islands.

"But don't be alarmed! We treat the people of these locations with the utmost dignity. After all, we don't want this to blow up in our faces. We're actually working to expand the economies of these islands."

The Prince paused to breathe before continuing his story. "Off the coast of the Crimean Peninsula, just south of Yalta actually, there is an artificial island. This artificial island is actually an independent nation: The Free Republic of Discordia. Perhaps some of you have heard of it."

"Nope. Chancellor, could you stop radio trasmissions for a few hours." Tufaar asked, dumping the destroyed radio behind a fern.

"You suffered a military coup d'état, or a popular revolution?" Tufaar asked Trotsky, as he searched the radio. "Holy Salions!"

-----


"A little of both I suppose, it is a rather long story so you will have to excuse me," Clearing his voice and staring into his brandy he began, "My family was the original rulers of an Eclycian empire, until my great grandfather went a bit mad in the head," he said tapping his own forehead to emphasize the point.

"His ill decisions caused the people to demand his ousting from office whilethe empire was almost broken by invaders from the east, anyway my grandfather, his son accepted an exile into the northern territories of Trye. We adopted our name there by the way." He took small sips of the brandy eyes staring ahead in thought.

"My father and my uncle brought our family back into importance transforming Tyre into a profitable area and became right hands of the emperor of the family that ousted us. I followed my uncle's footsteps and gave up my rights to Tyre to my younger brother to serve the empire in military endeavors." "I went east into Zamnitia a once great empire, on a campaign."

ooc (Ecly and Zamnitia is as Rome is to Greece)

"The current emperor hated our family and sent me to die with meager arms and provisions. Something happened in the east that he did not expect. I won. I swept through the north crushing armies, I treated the enemy captors well and kept my men on a tight leash." Tyre said this smiling.

"Outside of the capital the people of Zamnitia and their king laid his crown at my feet claiming their prophets declared me Marius, a god to our people, reborn once again in human form. The nation of Ecly had been steadily deteriorating since my leave, the only good news they had had was of my victories. The Emperor fearing an uprising tried to eliminate my family." Tyre said sighing and draining the remaining liquid.

Reaching for the crystal goblet he poured himself another glass, "My father and mother were killed by assassins, our home was brunt to the ground, and there was an attempt on my brother's life who managed to flee and send me word. I was able to avoid the assassins in my camp and marched west to deal justice on that man." His hand tightened on the glass.

"Zamnitia marched with me and my brother rallied the public in Tyre the only stable region in the empire. We laid siege to the Imperial capital, and the people opened the doors to our armies. He knew he was doomed and fled. We caught him crawling in the sewers," he stared in the shining red liquid, "He begged for death before I gave it to him." Pouring the rest of the potent liquid down his throat, he took a deep sigh and wiped the blank look on his face back to his usual receptive one.

"Anyway I hope that answers your question really it is the joint empires of Ecly and Zamnitia, but Ecly was once Zamnitian so I figured to combine the two once more."

"So your economy is probably pretty much unstable, eh?" Tufaar asked, a thought coming into his head. "Are any of your enemies still around?"

ooc, I wouldnt know where on the map to put my nation I kind of meant it as an Alternate earth if you will.

OOC: No worries, many regions have a map among themselves.

"So your economy is probably pretty much unstable, eh?" Tufaar asked, a thought coming into his head. "Are any of your enemies still around?"


"That paritcular happening was twenty years ago and our economy has never been better," he said, "probably one of the reasons I stayed Consul for so long. We are however always looking for new ports for our goods one of the reasons I came out here."

"As to enemies, they have either been absorbed, killed. or converted. We have our internal problems every once in awhile I had to deal with an upstart despot a couple of weeks ago, but he was killed by those loyal before any military action had to be taken."

"Despots most often control the military."

[QUOTE=Zamnitia]"Zamnitia marched with me and my brother rallied the public in Tyre the only stable region in the empire. We laid siege to the Imperial capital, and the people opened the doors to our armies. He knew he was doomed and fled. We caught him crawling in the sewers," he stared in the shining red liquid, "He begged for death before I gave it to him."QUOTE]

"Bartender, one Vodka Martini." The Dictator turned to the prince. "So you managed to rally enough support to stand up to the Imperial Army and lay seige to the capital? Interesting. Were there any remnant forces that remained loyal to the Emperor after his death?"

OOC: Most of the time I post here my post becomes the first on a new page. Weird. :confused:

"Bartender, one Vodka Martini." The Dictator turned to the prince. "So you managed to rally enough support to stand up to the Imperial Army and lay seige to the capital? Interesting. Were there any remnant forces that remained loyal to the Emperor after his death?"


"The empire has one strategic fall made during the invasion that my ancestors caused, the new Imperial Army was being pressed to the east and later to the south north and west. The new Emperor of the Servitus Family was desperate and he made a deal with the three most powerful factions, The Renii, Umbar, and us the dishonored Tyre. They gave us rights to commission new troops and govern our own territories if we stayed loyal and paid our taxes etc. So the total Imperial army was split into four parts, each part was able to successfully defend the land and saved the empire from collapse."

"The former emperor did the work for me," he said smiling grimly, "he alienated two of the major families, cutting off trade to Umbar, and trying genocide on Tyre. His army was weakened by this and subsequent fighting in the wintry Umbar." Drawing a crude map on a napkin, I crushed his army at Umbar, here," he gestured to the north of the map with the point of a knife,"and traded the Umbars food for weapons and men."

"The Zamnitian and Asenlai navies, both kingdoms loyal to me, blockcaded the capital, as we struck Tyre here," he said pointing again at the napkin, "The Imperial army was crushed between the Tyre army and those with me. Their fleet was forced to leave to deal with my attack on the capital so they had no escape route."

"We then moved south, by this time Zamnitia air and sea forces ripped apart Ecly's navy. We captured all major air bases around the capital. With no defenses the siege was no challenge. No one wanted to be associated with him after his attrocities and his embrassasing defeat, besides the populace was completely behind me and those that stayed loyal to him had no way of escaping the capital, they were known enemies and were rounded up and executed. The conflict ended the day I took his life."

ooc: sorry the despot was of a foreign country forgot to say that sorry for the mix up.

"What group is the genocide on?" Tufaar asked, remembering what the radio broadcast was on.

OOC: To see what I keep talking about, check out the link I posted, slightly earlier.

"The peoples of Tyre, when several families, close friends of my own, sheltered my brother, the Imperials used it as an excuse to invade, no prisoners were to be taken." He looked down into the small amount of cognac left in his glass.

"When Umbar spoke out against this they were also invaded, the Renii fearing retaliation laid their loyalities grudgingly to the Empire, and that is all I will talk about, it is a painful memory for me many people that I knew all my life, my mother, my father, my friends died and tens of thousands of innocents were put to the sword," he sighed and polished off his second glass filling it up again.

Tyre discusses his rise to power

"Wow!" said Prince William as Consul Tyre finished speaking. "What a life you've lived! And your rise to power! Incredible, dramatic even!"

The Prince took a drink from his Sam Adams, draining the glass. He signaled the bartender for another.

"I only wish my own rise to power could have been as spectacular. Actually, it was more like a complete accident, really."

"Incredible is the last word I would use in describing it," the Consul said sullenly. "I'm fifty four years old, yet I have only aged to half that and in all of my life as long as it may become I will never look on it without sadness."

"But I can see how others would think it to be incredible. I would like to hear about your rise in your country president," he said, "And Mr. Trotsky don't let him embellish or leave out anything," he gave a less than hearty chuckle but his smile was back.

Deuce walked oer to the bar.

"So what you fellas got to drink, anything strong?" Deuce asked.

"He went upstairs." Lady Ri-an said.

Prince William began. "Well, it was six years ago that Wilhelmsborough came into existance, and for those six years I have ruled. When I was 22, I graduated from a small Liberal Arts college in Western Massachusetts with a degree in International Studies.

"Following my graduation, I decided to take a year off and travel across Europe." The Prince grinned. "For after all, travel abroad is the last training of a well-rounded man."

"Or a well-rounded fool." interjected General Trotsky.

The Prince rounded on the General. "Shut up and drink your Everclear, Trotsky."

He turned back to Tyre. "Now anyway, I traveled across Europe from the west into the former Eastern Bloch. It was around August that I arrived in the Crimean Peninsula, at that time, still controlled by the Ukraine. I was looking forward to visiting Sevastapol and Yalta."

"That's when it happened." said General Trotsky.

Prince William nodded grimly. "Yes, that's when it happened. What happened was the Worldwide Revolution that completely redrew the Global political map. And while I was in Crimea-"

"You got caught up in it." finished the General.

"More like drafted into it. The Crimeans, they pulled me, a guy who had never held a gun in his life, into their army and made me fight with them."

The Prince took another drink. "When the people who were leading the revolt in Crimea found out that I had a college education, they had me work for them directly. As time went on, I learned the in's and out's of leadership. I rose steadily through the ranks, with reach level gaining more power, more resources and most importantly, more experience."

"We're all waiting to see when he'll put it to good use," said a noticably redder General Trotsky.

The Prince glared at him but said nothing. "Anyway Consul, I rose through the ranks of power, until I became the second in command to the leader of the rebellion. For the longest time, that's where I stayed, until an assassin's bullet, took his life, and left me in charge of the rebellion."

The Prince took a short drink of his beer. "Well, long story short, under my leadership, the Crimean Peninsula eventually became it's own country. Outsiders stopped trying to attack us and add us to their own lands. Peace settled across the land as the guns finally went silent."

"Soon afterwords, I established the new government of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough. I was made a Prince soon afterwards. And the rest? Oh, that's just history."

The Prince took another sip of his Sam Adams. "And that's my rise to power. I'm 28 now, and looking forward to many more years as leader of the Principality."

one of the ladys turn to a gaurd and said we going to need a doctor at the end of the figth.

"Well if I may say, you truly are a child of fortune," chuckling as he downed another glass of cognac. "But as I have always said, its not how you acquire power but what you do with it, and it seems that your people are better have to have you as their head, Cheers," he said pouring himself another glass and holding it up before draining it, wondering how many he had had so far.

Looking over he saw Deuce come up to the bar, "Deuce come join us," he said motioning to the empty seats at the bar.

"If you really want something hard try the Everclear that the general has there it will knock your head clean off, I don't care much for the taste though, the Cognac is excellent by far my preferred drink."

"Another flask of Cognac sir," the bartender asked his eyes motioning to a liter goblet devoid of any liquid. The Consul silently reminded himself to give his personal doctors a raise for his bio enhanced liver.

"No none for me thank you, just coffee now."

OOC some of you may have noticed that I said the revolution was recent and then changed it to twenty years ago, sorry about that it fit better though my bad.

The General turned to the man that Consul Tyre had referred to as Deuce.

He held out the bottle. "Give it a try. It'll make you a man!" the General laughed, his nose slightly tinged with red.

"Sure." Deuce said.

He took the bottle, and downed it all in a single gulp.

"Weak. Now if you want some real stuff, try Dwarven Ale, its 250% Alcohol, which seems impossible, but Dwarfs are magick creatures by nature, and so are their skills. Its hyper condensed Alcohol." He said.

He reached forward, but his arm disappeared.

He pulled it back, carrying a red faced stumpy man, who was in turn, carrying a heavy barrel.

"folks, meet Stumpy, the Dwarf. He owes me a favor. Stumpy, get back there and serve us up some Dwarven Ale." Deuce said.

"Argh, Ye always be interuptin me smithin now laddie. Remember, don't gulp, or ye'll die of alcohol poisoning." Stumpy the dwarf said as he went around the bar. He got two pints, and poured both deuce and the General a Pint.

He set them in front of them.

Deuce took a sip His checks and nose became as red as a drunkerd. If he got completly wasted, he would get up and sing Karyoke.

Magesha strolled back into the Club, Empress Kiku by his side. They had been gone for some time on their honeymoon, and thought they would come back for awhile. He strolled in, and sat beside the two new people at the bar.

"Greetings, I'm Emperor Magesha." He said bowing slightly.

Kiku sat on the otherside of Magesha. She simply sat their quietly. It still seemed strange to see her without her mask.

OOC: You all know the genie from Alladin, right? Blue in color, no legs (usually), great personality, unimaginable power, ect. That's basically who my character is, but i'm not sure if he has a name.

IC: A Blue blurr streaked past the gaurds at the front door and a thousand $1 bills flew everwhere. upon settling they arranged themselves into a neat stack for the gaurds to pick up. He zipped up to the group by the bar and shouted "HEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOO world leaders! Isn't this a simply wonderful place?" He said as his head swiveled 360 degrees to scope the club out, coming to rest at its original position. "What kind of place is this? Do you all sit around elegantly, smoking and dicussing politics?" he said as cigarettes on the end of holders appeared in the ladies hands and cigars in the mens. "Or do you sit in drunkem stupors trying to escape the world?" Whatever light already in the room diminished to naught but a flicker as the genie sunk in a booth a produced a bottle of liqeur wrapped in a brown paper bag. "Or better yet, do you enjoy wonderfull performances by traveling circuses?" At this the club was transformed into a bigtop with animals and tight-rope walkers everywhere. The club reverted back to its orignal state and the genie leand on the bar and asked "Well, which is it?"

OOC: Ok, I'm just going to ignore that last post. Read the stickies and get out, noob.

IC: The Prince turned around in his barstool to look at the man and woman sitting beside him. They were of Asian appearance, and wore clothes of Chinese dress, although it could have been Korean. They both looked very regal, as opposed to Prince William's nearly plainclothed appearance.

"It's good to meet you, Emperor Magesha." the Prince inclined his head in his direction. "I'm Prince William Kennedy of Wilhelmsborough. I just got here less than 30 minutes ago, but I must say that I am indeed impressed with the place. Oh yes, and this is my traveling companian, General Nicoli Trotsky."

"Good day to youu." the General said with but a slight slur in his voice. The Prince smiled at the General's remarkable tolorance for alcohol.

"Well, then. Now that we've been acquainted with one another, how about I buy you a drink?"

OOC: Ok, I'm just going to ignore that last post. Read the stickies and get out, noob.

IC: The Prince turned around in his barstool to look at the man and woman sitting beside him. They were of Asian appearance, and wore clothes of Chinese dress, although it could have been Korean. They both looked very regal, as opposed to Prince William's nearly plainclothed appearance.

"It's good to meet you, Emperor Magesha." the Prince inclined his head in his direction. "I'm Prince William Kennedy of Wilhelmsborough. I just got here less than 30 minutes ago, but I must say that I am indeed impressed with the place. Oh yes, and this is my traveling companian, General Nicoli Trotsky."

"Good day to youu." the General said with but a slight slur in his voice. The Prince smiled at the General's remarkable tolorance for alcohol.

"Well, then. Now that we've been acquainted with one another, how about I buy you a drink?"

"Don't mind if I do. Were is Wilhelmsborough" Magesha asked.

Kiku sat as delicetly as a China doll, Magesha sat as Royaly as any emperor might.

A tip for good role play: Use ignoring as a final tactic if nothing else works.
Wilhelmsborough, this is straight from the stickies. Mabey your the one who needs to read the stickies and get out.

Wilhelmsborough, this is straight from the stickies. Mabey your the one who needs to read the stickies and get out.

Yes, but I'm not the idiot who barged in and tried to fundamentally alter the atmosphere of the thread. Amature move, buddy.

"Don't mind if I do. Were is Wilhelmsborough" Magesha asked.

Kiku sat as delicetly as a China doll, Magesha sat as Royaly as any emperor might.

"Bartender! Get the Emperor some Saki. I myself will have a Guinness Cream Stout, and what about you Trotsky? Would you like another bottle of Everclear?"

The General, turned around in surprise. He was working a bit of buzz and had gotten distracted."

"Another?" he said tiredly. "No thank you, your majesty, I've had my fill of the hard stuff. Just get me some Stolichnaya vodka and tell the bartender to leave the bottle."

The Prince grinned. "No problem, General."

He turned back to Emperor Magesha and noticed the woman sitting beside him in silence.

He looked at the emperor. "What about your companion? Would she like something to drink as well?"

"Bartender! Get the Emperor some Saki. I myself will have a Guinness Cream Stout, and what about you Trotsky? Would you like another bottle of Everclear?"

The General, turned around in surprise. He was working a bit of buzz and had gotten distracted."

"Another?" he said tiredly. "No thank you, your majesty, I've had my fill of the hard stuff. Just get me some Stolichnaya vodka and tell the bartender to leave the bottle."

The Prince grinned. "No problem, General."

He turned back to Emperor Magesha and noticed the woman sitting beside him in silence.

He looked at the emperor. "What about your companion? Would she like something to drink as well?"

"Oh, I'll have what that dwarf's serving." she said noting the Dwarf Deuce had brought in, unaware that it was a rather potent brew.

Stumpy gave her a Tankerd. Deuce smiled.

She sniffed it, wrinkled her nose, and took a big sip, almost gagged, but swallowed it anyway.

"Give me a flask of some of that," the Consul said gesturing towards the barrel. "This may be something that is a bit too much for my abilities," he smiled taking a sip cheeks reddened. "Deuce I may have to get up and sing with you, you know any Jimmy Buffet?" He laughed taking another sip swearing he heard Robin Williams in the room not to long ago.

Prince William sipped his Guinness Stout and watched the scene in amazement.

"My goodness madem! You've got a smaller body volume than me, and you're drinking something that's claimed to be 250% alcohol?"

"What's a matter, Prince? Feeling left behind?"

"Shut up, Trotsky!"

"Smaller body, bigger thirst." She said.

"I will not be drank under the table by my own wife. Stumpy, pour me one too." Magesha said.

The Prince turned to Emperor Magesha. "Well anyway, to answer your question Emperor, the Principality of Wilhelmsborough is located on the Crimean Peninsula on the Black Sea. But we also have control over the Azores Islands as well as Tubuai, the Jaluit Atoll, and New Caledonia and the associated Loyalty, Belep, and Huon Islands. That's the extent of our territory."

The Prince took a pause to sip a drink of his Guinness. "What of the location of your lands, Emperor?"

Stumpy served them ther Dwarven Ale.

"Do I know Jimmy Buffet? Hah, I know him, and any other artist you can think of." He said.

The Prince turned to Emperor Magesha. "Well anyway, to answer your question Emperor, the Principality of Wilhelmsborough is located on the Crimean Peninsula on the Black Sea. But we also have control over the Azores Islands as well as Tubuai, the Jaluit Atoll, and New Caledonia and the associated Loyalty, Belep, and Huon Islands. That's the extent of our territory."

The Prince took a pause to sip a drink of his Guinness. "What of the location of your lands, Emperor?"


He thought, pointed in the direction of his world, and said

"Nearly 300 light years or so that way." he said.

Then he drank some of his ale.

The Sultan listened to all the stories, but did not have any of the strangee ale. He figured he had already had enough alcohol that night and turned down the bartenders offer to refill his glass.

"Now if you want some real stuff, try Dwarven Ale, its 250% Alcohol, which seems impossible, but Dwarfs are magick creatures by nature, and so are their skills. Its hyper condensed Alcohol." He said.

The Dictator took a glass & filled it with Dwarven Ale. He took a long drink and was shocked by the very strong taste. "How do they make this?" he asked while pouring the rest out into a nearby plant.

OOC: It happened again. Why always first post? Why? :confused:

The Dictator took a glass & filled it with Dwarven Ale. He took a long drink and was shocked by the very strong taste. "How do they make this?" he asked while pouring the rest out into a nearby plant.

OOC: It happened again. Why always first post? Why? :confused:
OOC: What do you mean, again?

IC: "That's a trade secret Laddie. Can't tell ya." Stumpy said

When the glass was around half empty he realized he had reached his limit, "Wasting away again in Margaritaville," he murmured calculating how long it would take to work it out of his system, he decided probably around an hour. He absent mindedly hummed the song, while taking more delicate sips so as to avoid worrying his guard.

Deuce was thourougly inevriated, and started singing in a genre he normally didn't sing in. Rap. Worse, he was Rapping in Iambic Pentameter.

He rapped about the events that had happened in the past hour.

Another Phenixican Shuttle lands.

This time a Women steps out. she is a Tall skinny build, brunette wearing and blue&Gold dress. The Emperor approaches the lady then takes her hand knells then kisses her hand "Hello my love" she pulls him up to stand with her

They hold hands as they Reenter the Club. "Leaders meet my Wife and Empress of the Phenixican Empire Tomoko".

A little girl follows behind she is 8 years old with Blonde hair.
"And my daughther Princess Larita of Phenixica".

OOC: What do you mean, again?

IC: "That's a trade secret Laddie. Can't tell ya." Stumpy said

IC: The Dictator moaned. "Look at the time," he said as he walked over to the nearest couch. "Nobody, nobody write on my face okay?" He fell back on the couch and passed out.

OOC: The last post I made was on the top of the page.

The Prince turned in his seat at the sound of the door opening. Into the room stroad a man, a woman, and a young girl."

Prince William turned back to Emperor Magesha. "Looks like this is turning into a family event."

While he was talking, General Trotsky had walked over to where the dictator had passed out. True to his request, the General did not write on the man's face. Instead he wrote on his hands.

On the left hand he wrote "Veritas" the Latin word for truth. On his right hand he wrote "Aequitas" the Latin word for equality. The buzzed General snickered to himself knowing that as this man was a dictator, he stood for none of these things.

Quickly he replaced the cap on the black marker and retook his seat.

The Consul snickered at the writing some of the drink in his mouth spilling down his chin. Swallowing the remaining drink in his mouth he grabbed the flask and brought it to his lips only to find it empty. "Wow..." he said getting up and walking to a leather recliner with only a slight stumble, "I want water," he said sitting down closing his eyes in a content smile. As he did this we embraced the source weaving power into his body and carefully neutralizing the alcohol in his body.

He was sure he looked asleep to the others, but the waitress carefully placed the water on the adajacent table and left. Good service he thought to himself before returning to his task, taking everything slowly considering his less than aware state.

Deuce pulls out a flask. Whatever's inside, its making the Flask shake in a dangerous manner. He pops it open, and drinks it all. Then he holds his head. Finally, he shakes his head.

"Damn, that has got to be the worst way to sober up." he said.

"No worries, leaders have a lot of stress." Tufaar insisted, getting a cup of coffee and ginger snaps. "Anyway, this just helps business." Tufaar was refering to his liquor empire, though failing to mention the well known act of his large consumption of alcohol.

OOC: This still open to new members?

OOC: I believe the Club is always open to new members, as long as you pay the fee, and make an entrance. But not like the Isans.

OOC: yes, if you enter like the isans (with 400 soldiers and 2 tanks in a tiny little club) i'm afraid DT will have to unleash a plague of rabits upon your nation. (rabits are the sworn enemy of our national animal, the coatimundi, and were always looking for ways to get rid of them).

OOC: yes, if you enter like the isans (with 400 soldiers and 2 tanks in a tiny little club) i'm afraid DT will have to unleash a plague of rabits upon your nation. (rabits are the sworn enemy of our national animal, the coatimundi, and were always looking for ways to get rid of them).
OOC: Aww shucks fellas, why do it the hard way? I'll just switch to the OTHER SIDE of my nation, and unmake them.

OOC: Aww shucks fellas, why do it the hard way? I'll just switch to the OTHER SIDE of my nation, and unmake them.

ooc
because its not near as satisfying as opening a Chasm of fire and death under their cities and suspending the leaders and all citizens in infinite crippling pain.

OOC hey that was all later go back and read whan i was fighting the gaurds the 400 troops and 2 tank came after hearing shoots and the tanks were outside

ooc
Crossbones will be happy that he did not have the first post...
but I would go look for it to support you but I am rather lazy and its rather late over here.

ooc
because its not near as satisfying as opening a Chasm of fire and death under their cities and suspending the leaders and all citizens in infinite crippling pain.
OOC if that happens nukes would be launch by my army but that not going to happen as we are all talking what would happen

ooc
your military are citizens correct?

ooc:
but anyway how did we get on this tangent?

In a trendy part of downtown Paradise City, a new lounge has opened, where leaders of the worlds great Empires can come and relax, talk about political matters, and keep out of the eye of the media. Chancellor Blackhelm welcomes all of you Empire builders to come and join.

This sounds like its going good. I am in. I will delete this if I am not able to join this or anything.

The Great Chief of Wellington Island, with one of his daughters followed by several guards came out of their transport and up to the club's guard who were given all neccesary fees and respect.

The Great Chief entered the room where the other esteemed leaders were and he and his party took their seats.

His daughter (not like the 8 year old but like 12 to 14) was allowed to come with the Great Chief. The Great Chief decided to take some snacks from a table and ate them, looking at the other leaders of what he knew would be great nations.

Wellington Island would be going on the international stage, this was one step in doing so.

The Consul smiled as a new person entered the room. He thought it extremely funny that he was coming into what was described as a respectable established and saw nearly every diplomat either passed out drunk or getting their way there.

He mentally shrugged, "You can't change a first impression," he gave a small chuckle at this and continued his weaves with his eyes closed. He had been successful in removing all the alocohol from his blood however now finally felt the exhaustion after many days with little or no rest. He had done this many times and was a treat he was sure many would enjoy, he laid power and vitality into his very being. Normally he used this to dramatically increase his agility and strength in battle but replenishing lost hours of sleep was a worthy cause as well.

He took this peace time to reflect, "A woman that seems to be part of the Father himself, her son a god, a couple from a far off empire, demons that crash the party every now and again, great glass fixtures falling from the sky, and a dicator with honorable terms on his hands." He chuckled repeating it in a tone so low, it barely qualified as breathing.

Where do I fill my niche here, he thought quietly letting dropping the source, and letting himself pleasantly drift on the cusp of sleep, sipping the water brought to him quietly. The icy chill of the liquid sharpened his senses and the hint of lemon livened his taste buds.

"I hope something happens soon," he sighed between sips.

with a snap of the neck wolf kills the last man that came to kill him but he was in a bad way he had a borken knife blade in his ribs between the frist and second ribs ,a knife in his leg and a big wound on his back
" i think i need a docter" said wolf and fell to the floor
all three ladys turn to the gaurd and yell for a docter

OOC can some rp the docter

The Consul smiled as a new person entered the room. He thought it extremely funny that he was coming into what was described as a respectable established and saw nearly every diplomat either passed out drunk or getting their way there.

He mentally shrugged, "You can't change a first impression," he gave a small chuckle at this and continued his weaves with his eyes closed. He had been successful in removing all the alocohol from his blood however now finally felt the exhaustion after many days with little or no rest. He had done this many times and was a treat he was sure many would enjoy, he laid power and vitality into his very being. Normally he used this to dramatically increase his agility and strength in battle but replenishing lost hours of sleep was a worthy cause as well.

He took this peace time to reflect, "A woman that seems to be part of the Father himself, her son a god, a couple from a far off empire, demons that crash the party every now and again, great glass fixtures falling from the sky, and a dicator with honorable terms on his hands." He chuckled repeating it in a tone so low, it barely qualified as breathing.

Where do I fill my niche here, he thought quietly letting dropping the source, and letting himself pleasantly drift on the cusp of sleep, sipping the water brought to him quietly. The icy chill of the liquid sharpened his senses and the hint of lemon livened his taste buds.

"I hope something happens soon," he sighed between sips.

They are drunk? Ah, did I miss a chugging contest? Just a joke.

The Great Chief looked around. ''It seems they had a party.'' he thought a bit jokingly. The Great Chief wanted to talk to someone so he went to the The Consul.

''Hello there. Mind if we talk together?'' The Great Chief asked respectfully, his daughter gone for a bit to look around.

The Great Chief wanted to talk to someone it seems, if everyone was drunk, then he may be lucky to find a non-drunk person.

Mind if the Consul and Great Chief talk together?

Three heavily modified Comanche HCGSs landed 50 yards from the Lounge. Twenty-four fully armed troopers alighted from the copters and formed equal lines of twelve on either side of the center ship. As they snapped to attention, a tall, muscular man clad in the same uniform as the troopers jumped down and began walking towards the building. As he passed each pair of troopers, they fell in behind him, automatic weapons at the ready.

His name was Dangoth. He was King of The Necropolis of GothReich. Veteran and survivor of many battles and wars, his scarred visage surveyed the grounds surrounding the Lounge. ' Easy place to capture', he thought. ' A handful of men is all it would take.'

As he mentally filed that info, he was approaching the door. Turning to his men, he said, " Seargeant, your'e with me. The rest of you fan out and take up defensive positions."

Dangoth and Sgt. Kiaha walked through the swinging doors of the bar and paused a moment for their eyes to get used to the artificial light. Dangoth motioned for the seargent to place himself at the end of the bar so he could be in constant surveillance of the room. Dangoth reached into a small pocket in his battle-vest and pulled out six ancient gold coins. He placed them on the bar, right in front of the bartender. " I trust this will cover the admission price as well as a few drinks?"

The bartender looked up at who it was who had spoken and saw a man who was at least 6 1/2 feet tall, weighed about 235 pounds, and had the rough look of a man who had spent many years fighting. His nose had obviously been broken more than once, and a scar ran from his hairline down over his eye, down his cheek, and along his jawline. His silvery-white hair was close-cropped save for the single long braid that fell from the left side of his head. Earrings of bone and gristle adorned his ears, and crude tattoos covered his scar-covered arms and shoulders. He carried only one pistol, a GR-MKIII 9mm, 14 in the clip and one in the chamber. His weapon of choice was a blade....and he had plenty of those.

His razor-edged katana was strung across his back, the hilt just above his left shoulder. A half-dozen 6-inch throwing knives were strapped across his chest, and three more battle knives of various lengths and widths were strategically placed on his battle-harness. A filthy sleeveless shirt could be seen under his tunic of shiny chainmail, and the black leather BDU pants were stuffed with all kind of explosives. His boots and the bottom three inches of the pants were stained a darker black, as if he had been wading ankle high in blood. He pulled on his long chin beard and asked, " What kind of food do you have here? My men and I are hungry."

The bartender continued staring at Dangoth for another few seconds, oblivious to the King's question. With speed as quick as a pouncing tiger, Dangoth grabbed the bartender by the front of his shirt and pulled him across the bar. " I asked you a question. And I'm not accustomed to waiting for an answer. So I'll ask you one more time. What kind of food do you have for 25 hungry warriors?"

The barkeep managed to stutter that he had pleanty of steaks and chops, and that he would be honored to cook for the King. Dangoth let go of his shirt, and the bartender slumped to the ground, grateful that he was still alive.

" Alright then. That's more like it. Cook me up three dozen of your best steaks and a coupe dozen chops. And make it quick!"

" Y-y-y-essir. Right away sir........"

OOC Wellington Island welcome to the club i would have someone came over but they are busy waiting for a docter

OOC Wellington Island welcome to the club i would have someone came over but they are busy waiting for a docter

Thank you for your welcome, Imperial Isa.

Three heavily modified Comanche HCGSs landed 50 yards from the Lounge. Twenty-four fully armed troopers alighted from the copters and formed equal lines of twelve on either side of the center ship. As they snapped to attention, a tall, muscular man clad in the same uniform as the troopers jumped down and began walking towards the building. As he passed each pair of troopers, they fell in behind him, automatic weapons at the ready.

His name was Dangoth. He was King of The Necropolis of GothReich. Veteran and survivor of many battles and wars, his scarred visage surveyed the grounds surrounding the Lounge. ' Easy place to capture', he thought. ' A handful of men is all it would take.'

As he mentally filed that info, he was approaching the door. Turning to his men, he said, " Seargeant, your'e with me. The rest of you fan out and take up defensive positions."

Dangoth and Sgt. Kiaha walked through the swinging doors of the bar and paused a moment for their eyes to get used to the artificial light. Dangoth motioned for the seargent to place himself at the end of the bar so he could be in constant surveillance of the room. Dangoth reached into a small pocket in his battle-vest and pulled out six ancient gold coins. He placed them on the bar, right in front of the bartender. " I trust this will cover the admission price as well as a few drinks?"

The bartender looked up at who it was who had spoken and saw a man who was at least 6 1/2 feet tall, weighed about 235 pounds, and had the rough look of a man who had spent many years fighting. His nose had obviously been broken more than once, and a scar ran from his hairline down over his eye, down his cheek, and along his jawline. His silvery-white hair was close-cropped save for the single long braid that fell from the left side of his head. Earrings of bone and gristle adorned his ears, and crude tattoos covered his scar-covered arms and shoulders. He carried only one pistol, a GR-MKIII 9mm, 14 in the clip and one in the chamber. His weapon of choice was a blade....and he had plenty of those.

His razor-edged katana was strung across his back, the hilt just above his left shoulder. A half-dozen 6-inch throwing knives were strapped across his chest, and three more battle knives of various lengths and widths were strategically placed on his battle-harness. A filthy sleeveless shirt could be seen under his tunic of shiny chainmail, and the black leather BDU pants were stuffed with all kind of explosives. His boots and the bottom three inches of the pants were stained a darker black, as if he had been wading ankle high in blood. He pulled on his long chin beard and asked, " What kind of food do you have here? My men and I are hungry."

The bartender continued staring at Dangoth for another few seconds, oblivious to the King's question. With speed as quick as a pouncing tiger, Dangoth grabbed the bartender by the front of his shirt and pulled him across the bar. " I asked you a question. And I'm not accustomed to waiting for an answer. So I'll ask you one more time. What kind of food do you have for 25 hungry warriors?"

The barkeep managed to stutter that he had pleanty of steaks and chops, and that he would be honored to cook for the King. Dangoth let go of his shirt, and the bartender slumped to the ground, grateful that he was still alive.

" Alright then. That's more like it. Cook me up three dozen of your best steaks and a coupe dozen chops. And make it quick!"

" Y-y-y-essir. Right away sir........"

GothReich, I hope you don't mind me doing this. Also, your guys are a bit...forceful eh? Also, he (the King) likes to eat, I see.

The daughter of the Great Chief was looking around when accidentally, he bumped into the King. She looked at him and apologized for bumping into him. The King of GothReich, if one observed him, was a forceful man, an example: The bartender.

The daughter of the Great Chief hoped the King would not be angry or anything with her for the bump, it was after all accidental.

What would the King do? He would not be as forceful with the girl as with the bartender, would he?

GothReich, I hope you don't mind me doing this. Also, your guys are a bit...forceful eh? Also, he (the King) likes to eat, I see.

The daughter of the Great Chief was looking around when accidentally, he bumped into the King. She looked at him and apologized for bumping into him. The King of GothReich, if one observed him, was a forceful man, an example: The bartender.

The daughter of the Great Chief hoped the King would not be angry or anything with her for the bump, it was after all accidental.

What would the King do? He would not be as forceful with the girl as with the bartender, would he?


Dangoth looked at the girl who had jostled him. " So, girl, what is it you are doing in a place like this?" ' Not bad looking', he thought, ' if a bit skinny.' " Would you care for a drink?"

Dangoth looked at the girl who had jostled him. " So, girl, what is it you are doing in a place like this?" ' Not bad looking', he thought, ' if a bit skinny.' " Would you care for a drink?"

The girl looked at him and said ''I'm the daughter of the Great Chief of Wellington Island. My father took me here.'' She took a seat and said ''I don't know if I want one at this moment.''

At least Dongoth did not do to her what he did to the bartender. Meanwhile, the W.I.G (Wellington Island Guards) noticed the girl with Dongoth and watched closely, it was their job to do so.

The Great Chief was still with the Consul.

The girl looked at him and said ''I'm the daughter of the Great Chief of Wellington Island. My father took me here.'' She took a seat and said ''I don't know if I want one at this moment.''

At least Dongoth did not do to her what he did to the bartender. Meanwhile, the W.I.G (Wellington Island Guards) noticed the girl with Dongoth and watched closely, it was their job to do so.

The Great Chief was still with the Consul.


Sgt. Kiaha was watching the exchange with a certain amount of trepidation. The King was hitting on a wench who happened to be the daughter of the ruler of Wellington Island, wherever the hell that was. He also noticed the Wellington guards watching the girl. Just in case, he slipped the safety off of his AK-48a1 and as casually as possible laid it on top of the bar.

Dangoth, having just downed his third shot of gin, grinned crookedly at the girl and said, " Aw c'mon, girly. Have a drink with me. I won't bite you."

Sgt. Kiaha was watching the exchange with a certain amount of trepidation. The King was hitting on a wench who happened to be the daughter of the ruler of Wellington Island, wherever the hell that was. He also noticed the Wellington guards watching the girl. Just in case, he slipped the safety off of his AK-48a1 and as casually as possible laid it on top of the bar.

Dangoth, having just downed his third shot of gin, grinned crookedly at the girl and said, " Aw c'mon, girly. Have a drink with me. I won't bite you."

The Wellington Guards had their weapons ready to, in case the issue sparked conflict. Harming the daughter of the Great Chief may not be that good. Let's see if anything will happen.

The girl looked at Dongoth and said ''I don't know if I want to.'' The girl was a bit nervous from the King's comment and the W.I.G could have overheard.

How would this issue play out? Would there be bloodshed?

Note-Could not think of what to have the girl say in reply, so I hope what I did have her say is acceptable.

The Wellington Guards had their weapons ready to, in case the issue sparked conflict. Harming the daughter of the Great Chief may not be that good. Let's see if anything will happen.

The girl looked at Dongoth and said ''I don't know if I want to.'' The girl was a bit nervous from the King's comment and the W.I.G could have overheard.

How would this issue play out? Would there be bloodshed?

Note-Could not think of what to have the girl say in reply, so I hope what I did have her say is acceptable.


Just then, the bartender informed the King that his order was ready. Dangoth promptly forgot about the girl and stuck one of his knives into a thick steak. " Sergeant, bring this plate out to the men and tell them that the beer will follow in a minute. No...hold on. I need you in here. Bartender! Get this plate out to my men. Move your ass! I don't want to say it twice!"

The fat bartender moved his ass........fast.

For the time being, the girl was forgotten as Dangoth devoured the steak, juices from the slab of meat running down his mouth into his beard. Sgt. Kiaha relaxed a bit.

Just then, the bartender informed the King that his order was ready. Dangoth promptly forgot about the girl and stuck one of his knives into a thick steak. " Sergeant, bring this plate out to the men and tell them that the beer will follow in a minute. No...hold on. I need you in here. Bartender! Get this plate out to my men. Move your ass! I don't want to say it twice!"

The fat bartender moved his ass........fast.

For the time being, the girl was forgotten as Dangoth devoured the steak, juices from the slab of meat running down his mouth into his beard. Sgt. Kiaha relaxed a bit.

The girl looked at Dangoth eat the steak, devouring it, thinking on how this man must eat his food, he was devouring that steak. The Wellington Guards still stood their ground, making sure the girl and her father were both okay.

The girl looked at the bartender running to fulfill Dangoth's demands. The girl looked at Dangoth for a bit before looking to see Sgt. Kiaha. She looked at him before going back to other things.

It seemed nothing would happen, at least for now.

' Easy place to capture', he thought. ' A handful of men is all it would take.'

As he mentally filed that info, he was approaching the door. Turning to his men, he said, " Seargeant, your'e with me. The rest of you fan out and take up defensive positions."

Just wondering but by this excerpt, are your King and the others planning a seizure of the club or something, GothReich?

' Easy place to capture', he thought. ' A handful of men is all it would take.'

As he mentally filed that info, he was approaching the door. Turning to his men, he said, " Seargeant, your'e with me. The rest of you fan out and take up defensive positions."

Just wondering but by this excerpt, are your King and the others planning a seizure of the club or something, GothReich?


ooc: never can tell........

ooc: never can tell........

Ah. Well, if he does, expect opposition.

The girl looked at Dangoth eat the steak, devouring it, thinking on how this man must eat his food, he was devouring that steak. The Wellington Guards still stood their ground, making sure the girl and her father were both okay.

The girl looked at the bartender running to fulfill Dangoth's demands. The girl looked at Dangoth for a bit before looking to see Sgt. Kiaha. She looked at him before going back to other things.

It seemed nothing would happen, at least for now.

GothReich, we can continue from here. I think I'm getting the hang of this.

Ah. Well, if he does, expect opposition.

ooc: from you? By the way, if your'e going to talk to me or anyone else out of the scenario, use "OOC" for "out of character" and then use "IC" when your'e back in character. Keeps it all from getting confusing.

ooc: from you? By the way, if your'e going to talk to me or anyone else out of the scenario, use "OOC" for "out of character" and then use "IC" when your'e back in character. Keeps it all from getting confusing.

From others. Also, thanks for the info on OOC and IC.

OOC: You can continue from where I quoted.

The girl looked at Dangoth eat the steak, devouring it, thinking on how this man must eat his food, he was devouring that steak. The Wellington Guards still stood their ground, making sure the girl and her father were both okay.

The girl looked at the bartender running to fulfill Dangoth's demands. The girl looked at Dangoth for a bit before looking to see Sgt. Kiaha. She looked at him before going back to other things.

It seemed nothing would happen, at least for now.

This would be IC, GothReich. You can continue the scenario from here.

This thread is good. I've read through it, sounds good.

This thread is good. I've read through it, sounds good.
OOC it is

The girl looked at Dangoth eat the steak, devouring it, thinking on how this man must eat his food, he was devouring that steak. The Wellington Guards still stood their ground, making sure the girl and her father were both okay.

The girl looked at the bartender running to fulfill Dangoth's demands. The girl looked at Dangoth for a bit before looking to see Sgt. Kiaha. She looked at him before going back to other things.

It seemed nothing would happen, at least for now.


Having finished the steak, Dangoth let out a loud belch, which drew a few looks of disgust from those nearby, but he didn't care. ' Now ', he thought, ' a nice piece of tail would round off the evening.' Looking around, he couldn't find the skinny wench who had bumped into him earlier, so he wandered over towards the Ladies Room and sat in a chair to wait for anything decent to come out.

Having finished the steak, Dangoth let out a loud belch, which drew a few looks of disgust from those nearby, but he didn't care. ' Now ', he thought, ' a nice piece of tail would round off the evening.' Looking around, he couldn't find the skinny wench who had bumped into him earlier, so he wandered over towards the Ladies Room and sat in a chair to wait for anything decent to come out.

OOC: The girl is still there, with Dangoth. She is not gone or anything.

The girl watched as Dangoth let out his loud belch, she sat right next to him. She watched him for a bit, thinking on things. The bartender was probably relieved that Dangoth was not harming him again.

The girl was dressed in attire from Wellington Island, as was her father, who was with the Consul.

And so, a day at the club was going into a night at the club.

OOC-The W.I girl is still there, GothReich.

OOC: The girl is still there, with Dangoth. She is not gone or anything.

The girl watched as Dangoth let out his loud belch, she sat right next to him. She watched him for a bit, thinking on things. The bartender was probably relieved that Dangoth was not harming him again.

The girl was dressed in attire from Wellington Island, as was her father, who was with the Consul.

And so, a day at the club was going into a night at the club.

OOC-The W.I girl is still there, GothReich.


As Dangoth was waiting for some bitch to come out of the toilet, he looked over and saw the skinny wench sitting near him. " Well hello again, my pretty. Wanna go for a walk? I got something to show you."

the docter came and went said all wolf need is now rest
'me rest ha i rest whan iam dead" siad wolf who sat back at the bar and order a glass of killing moon bandy black ladel
the three lady had left to go the rest rooms whan the docter came and saw wolf

As Dangoth was waiting for some bitch to come out of the toilet, he looked over and saw the skinny wench sitting near him. " Well hello again, my pretty. Wanna go for a walk? I got something to show you."

The girl looked at him and said ''I guess a walk would be ok.'' She thought of what he wanted to show her as she got up and went walking with him. What was the W.I.G thinking?

The girl from Wellington Island walked with Dangoth.

So how would we join your international empire?

So how would join your international empire?
OOC pay the fee to the gaurds at the door

The girl looked at him and said ''I guess a walk would be ok.'' She thought of what he wanted to show her as she got up and went walking with him. What was the W.I.G thinking?

The girl from Wellington Island walked with Dangoth.


Sgt. Kiaha followed the two out of a side door. He kept an eye on the Wellington guards who seemed not to know where their charge had gone. Nonetheless, he signalled to the other security team members and they immediately formed a cordon around their King. Dangoth glanced at them and wondered just what in hell they thought they were doing. All of a sudden, he sobered up, and realized that what he had in mind with this skinny bitch would probably start an international incident. " Sergeant, we need to get out of here. The High King awaits our report. Bring this scag back inside and leave her there. Make sure whoever it is that's in charge of her sees that we've done her no harm. Contact the chopper pilots and have them warm up the gunships. Have the gunners man their positions. I have a bad feeling all of a sudden, and we may have to fight our way out."

" Aye, majesty. Right away. " Turning to the troopers, he said, " OK, you slackers, move out! We're outta here in 10 minutes! MOVE IT!"

OOC: I think I will switch out nation sides. You've seen the good, now see the darkness.

IC: Lady Ri-an seemed to be fading. She was low on energy.

"Come Deuce, we must return home." She said.

They made their goodbyes and left the club.

About an hour later...

A diffrent man and woman entered the club.

The man, had white hair, and white skin. He was dressed, in black Velvet, and a great black cape. Underneath it was the Shilouette of a great and powerful sword.

With him, was a woman. Her hair was black, and her skin was white. She wore a crown of some strange metal in her hair. It had a blue sapphire in it. She had a pair of blue sapphire earrings. Her dress, was dark purple with three Sapphires in it.

Both had the same remarkable property about them.

Niether one existed, yet here they were. They could be physicly seen, and touched, even heard and smelt. However, to those with the gift of magick and other special senses, they just simply didn't exist. No air, no energy, nothing at all. It was as if the space they occupied and the area around it simply ceased to exist.

They pulled out the Ri-an membership card.

They walked up to the bar where king Dangoth sat, and sat on either end of the bar. They were dead silent. The noise from the entire club combined dropped by 10% as the energy in the air was weakened just by the man's presence alone.

He was obviously the stronger of the two. He seemed to absorb all of everything, which was natural, because he was Kajeenith, the God of The Infinite Nothing, and the woman was Jiralyn, his priestess, known far and wide, only as The Dark Priestess.

OOC: note, he isn't actually absorbing the club, it just seems like he is. Speciel effect of his presence.

Kajeenith:
http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i10/Rahegalhoff/Kajeenith.jpg

The Dark Priestess:
http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i10/Rahegalhoff/TheDarkPreistessofKajeenith.jpg

The black limosine pulled up outside of the club, 2 escort motorcylces stopping both ahead and behind of the car. One of the escort riders opened the passenger door, and out stepped a small, weedy man with thinning brown hair dressed in a sharp suit. Other men stepped out of the car, all wearing striking black uniforms with silver and white trim and a black peaked cap.
"Drivers stay with the vehicles", said the small man, "The rest of you, come with me." The guards formed a protective ring around the small man as he shuffled towards the entrance of the club, sniffling as went.

"Name?" asked the receptionist, clearly bored of dealing with these pretentious world leaders.
"Erich von Braunich of Skgorria" sniffed the small man from behind his large spectacle, "here is the fee" he said, placing an envelope containing cash onto the desk.
"Thankyou sir" beamed the receptionist in a highly practiced way, "enjoy yourselves"

The Skgorrians made their way to some leather sofas which were already occupied by a couple who were enjoying each other's company, but quickly fled when the menacing Skgorrians approached. Sitting down, Erich turned to the senior officer
"Get me a drink"
Nodding an assent, the Skgorrian officer went to the bar and ordered a triple Skgorrian vodka.
"I'm sorry sir, we don't have that" apologised the bartender
"WHAT?" snarled the Skgorrian, "Are Skgorrian drinks not good enough for you?"
Stammering, the barman tried to calm the enraged Skgorrian. "I'm sorry sir. We don't have any! Can I get you a replacement?"
The Skgorrian leaned across the bar, grabbed the barman by his jacket and growled "Filthy Bolshevik dog", then slammed the barma's facen into the bar, listening with satisfaction to the barman's nose go ker-ak as it broke. Vaulting over the bar, the Skgorrian grabbed a selection of bottles and made his way back to where Erich was sitting...

A small group of men and women in blue overalls strolled down the road, weapons held nonchalantly, ignoring the strange looks they were being given. As they reached the club's entrance, one spat in the general direction of the black-clad Skgorrians, muttering under her breath.

"Skgorrian running dog of capitalism!"
"Atopianan Bolshevik whore!" came the response from the closest Skgorrian.
"Leave them, comrade Frank," said the biggest militiaman, "we've got diplomatic immunity - and so do they."
"They're anti-revolutionary swine!"
"There'll be plenty of time for that later. Now come on!"
"Are you damn Yids?" yelled a second Skgorrian, his hand twitching to his empty holster in reflex.

The two doormen started forwards just as the militia pushed past them, leaving the Skgorrians gesticulating at their backs.

"Hey! No weapons," shouted a doorman, "and why aren't you paying?" he added.
"Weapons? These aren't weapons," said Brandt, gesturing to his AKS-74U, "they're toys, look!" With that, he slammed the butt into the doorman's gut. As he did so, Frank kicked the second in the groin, then stamped on his face.

"Besides, comrades, everything's free. Come on, I'm thirsty now," she said, throwing open the doors and striding into the interior...

Empress Kiku finished her Ale without incident.

"Men, they just don't know how to hold their liquer." she said, looking at Magesha who was passed out.

A freak thunderstorm opened up outside coming out of nowhere.

it went on for some time.

Kiku took a pill to clear her alcohol.

The door opened ever so slightly with a barely audible squeak, only an inch or two.

"Well come in, don't just stand out there in the weather." Kiku said without turning. She had highly refined hearing, though how she obtained it, she never told anyone.

Kiku turned slightly, only enough to look at the door.

Something told her to look. Something told her this was important, it would only happen once.

She went to the door, and found a miserable young girl huddled outside on the doorstep, seeking only shelter from the rain.

Kiku stopped for a second, seeing something on this girls face that shocked her, but then she bent over.

"Poor woman, come, let us take you inside." Kiku said.

She picked the young girl up, shuffled over to a booth, and sat her down in it.

She went to the bar, and got a hot cup of green Tea. She brought it over to the young girl.

"Come, drink this, it will help you feel better." Kiku said.

The young girls hair fell down over her blue and gold collored robes, which were of a similer style to Kiku and Magesha's robes. Could she be from the same country? but then, robes like theres were not hard to find either. Her hair covered her face, it had fallen down when Kiku picked her up.

She took the tea, and drank a sip.

"Thank you." Was all she said. Her voice was soft, and melodic. It had some of the same Qualities Enchantresses had when weaving enchantments on items.

Kajeenith smiled. It was the sort of smile many battle hardened warriors feared.

"Ah, such violence." He said noting the violence between Skgorrians and Atopianans and the broken nose of the barkeep.

"I'm so proud I could just bust." he said in a rather creepy manner.

He did something uncharacteristicly nice. He reached out and healed the Barkeep's broken nose.

Erich was busy staring down the bottom of the bottle of gin. Despite his status as Second to the Leader, he couldn't drink worth a damn and the Skgorrian soldiers were sniggering at him when he wasn't looking.
"Flishy Shionsht Shwinnne," bumbled Erich as swayed whilst sitting
"Of course sir," reassured one Skgorrian with a wink to his squadmates
"One of theese daysh, we will crush all of thoshe Bolshevik dogsh!"
"Yes sir, calm down" said the same Skgorrian. Erich threw his head around and glazily looked in the direction of the soldier who was talking to him.
"The leader ish lucky to have men like you in the Storm Squad" mumbled Erich as he collapsed, falling off the sofa and thudding to the floor.
"Fool," laughed Storm Leader Ianovich and the other Storm Squad soldiers laughed with him. "What are you staring at?" Ianovich demmanded of a Storm Sqaud soldier who was laughing, but was staring over to the other side of the bar.
"Atopianans sir," said the trooper and the laughter stopped.
"Dammit!" cursed Ianovich
"What now sir?" asked a Storm Squad trooper.
"Nothing, we're bound by false Zionist conventions of immunity. We can't touch them, but they can't touch us."
"Thus here they cannot prevent our final victory!" stated a Storm Squad trooper
Smiling, Ianovich nodded. "Exactly trooper, so let's have some fun whilst this idiot recovers." As if on cue, Erich moaned and rolled over, much to the amusement of the Storm Squad men.
"Drinks all round, fellow Skgorrians!" toasted Ianovich as the Storm Squad men seized whatever drinks they could find in their immediate vicinity.

"Right," said Solzenov, "who wants what?"
"Errr... vodka and vodka with added vodka for me please," said Frank.
"Water." A single, clipped word from the scarred man sitting in the darkest corner of their table - the sinister Comrade Chulain.
"Best bitter," chortled Brandt, his huge frame shaking as he tried to bat away Frank's hands, "so I can numb my nerves - stop it, it tickles!"
"Best Havana Club, neat," said the smallest of the group, the athletic Susanna, "with ice, comrade."
"I'll have what you're having, babes," said Solzenov's partner, grinning at him.
"Sure thing, Anya - and you two?"
"Leave them be, comrade, they're more interested in each other than the drinks - besides," laughed Frank, "they can get the next round."
"Fair enough. Back in a bit."

Strolling over to the bar, he began pouring the drinks, much to the bemusement of the bartender.

"Excuse me, sir," he began, "I'm afraid you can't do that."
"First off, it's not 'sir', comrade, it's 'comrade'. Secondly, I can, and I am. Everything is free and everyone is equal, comrade!"
"I really must ins-aaargh!" He rocked backwards, clutching at his nose, bouncing off the spirits, breaking a vodka bottle in the process.
"Lackey and running dog of oppressive capitalist bosses," mused Solzenov, turning back to the drinks, "when will you learn? You must free yourself!"

Headbutt over, Solzenov returned to the table bearing the drinks to mild applause from his comrades...

Kajeenith stood up.

He walked over to both the atopianans and Skgorrians at once. His voice was hideously evil. The sort no one could possibly ignore. Many of the clubs staff would wake up years later with fear just from hearing his voice alone.

"Now listen, Children, because that's what you both are acting like. None of us care in the slightest if the two of you hate each other and want each other dead. Politics is politics after all. However, you will stop abusing the staff who run the place, you will stop stealing drinks from the barman, and you will stop threatening everyone in this bar simply because things aren't going your way. You will either start at least acting civil while in this establishment, or I will throw you both out personally, no refunds." he said, his voice and entire demanor carried the quality of Death.

The militia blinked.

Then Chulain began to giggle.

"Go away, little man," he hissed, leaning forwards, "you are neither scary nor worth listening to. We all have diplomatic immunity from one another. Go and bother your mother."

He leant back, picking up his glass of water as he did so.

"To the memory of our Spanish comrades!"

Chulain found Kajeenith's hand around his throat.

"I am not that Child God to be bossed around, I am Kajeenith, I am the god that is beyond all things. I am far older than you, your entire empire, and the ages of everyone in it combined. Your Diplomatic immunity isn't going to save you now.." Kajeenith said.

He picked Chulain up and began to squeeze on his neck, choking him slowly to death.

"Now apologise and promise to behave and I might let you go. Or I might just take you home with me and inflict upon you tortures worse than anything your tiny little mind could possibly come up with. Either way your 'Diplomatic immunity' as you put it has thus far failed to stop me from squeezing you like the minor insect you are." he said.

The Dictator stirred. He slowly turned and sat up on the couch, clutching his forehead. He noticed something on his hands, but was more concerned with his splitting headache. He walked over to the Bar and requested "The best hangover cure he had." As he waited he turned around and looked at the newcomers to the club. He turned to the nearest man in overalls and started to say, "Hello, I," before glancing at his hand and muttered under his breath, "Veritas, Aqueitas." He started to chuckle. Overhearing the conversation the people in overalls were having, he decided not to talk to them. His hangover cure arrived, and he choked it down.

OOC: Almost got the first posts. Whew.

Prince William grinned at the sight of Kajeenith's hands around Chulain's throat.

"Some shit's about to go down, I can feel it." he whispered to the General.

"This could be mildly amusing." said a more sober General Trotski.

"That it could. Let's watch and see what happens." He turned his head towards the bar.

"Barkeep! Get me a Skittlebrau!"

Kiku and the girl were sitting there watching the entire exchange.

"not again. Please, not again." the young woman whispered to herself.

"What are you talking about?" Kiku asked.

"He thinks he's a god," sneered Frank, "he must be bloody delusional."

Chulain, meanwhile, simply smiled - and shot the man in the face with his AKSU. The hammering of the compact assault rifle shattered the silence and flung the idiot's body backwards across the room - releasing Chulain in the process.

The rest of the militia emptied their magazines into the figure, round after round tearing up the floor and thudding into the body, which jerked and twisted.

Then all was quiet.

"Well, we did warn him," smiled Stepanov, as he dropped the empty magazine to the floor."
"Nothing to see here," yelled Brandt, "just a little dispute over manners, is all."

The idiot Atopanian now had a full barage of bullets flying his way. Firing his weapon in the club? What was he thinking? And the doorman was an Honor Guard. Honor Guard to not take kingly to beatings. About 8 other Guards rushed in with batons, and began beating the Skygorrans and Atopanians, as others came in to support them. Guards began moving to cover leaders, and a fight was breaking out. As all this was happening, Chancellor Blackhelm just stood, in a drunken shock, taking in everything that was happening in the bar.

OOC: Who is the dictator with honorable terms.

"He thinks he's a god," sneered Frank, "he must be bloody delusional."

Chulain, meanwhile, simply smiled - and shot the man in the face with his AKSU. The hammering of the compact assault rifle shattered the silence and flung the idiot's body backwards across the room - releasing Chulain in the process.

The rest of the militia emptied their magazines into the figure, round after round tearing up the floor and thudding into the body, which jerked and twisted.

Then all was quiet.

"Well, we did warn him," smiled Stepanov, as he dropped the empty magazine to the floor."
"Nothing to see here," yelled Brandt, "just a little dispute over manners, is all."
Kajeenith simply laughed, the bullet ripping through his head. He drew his sword.

"I am the god of the infinite nothing. you think a simple bullet will stop me? Grow up this isn't school." Kajeenith said

He continued to choke Chulain tio death while the bullets simply ripped through him.

OOC: Don't ever post for me ever again.

Picking up another candlestick, Tufaar gleefully announces, "To the chandeliers!"

Picking up another candlestick, Tufaar gleefully announces, "To the chandeliers!"

OOC: Feel free to drop one on Kajeenith choking Chulain if need be.

"I feel supported." Tufaar said, rushing up the stairs, to wham at the supports of the Galaxy's Largest Collection of Chandeliers.

Sgt. Kiaha followed the two out of a side door. He kept an eye on the Wellington guards who seemed not to know where their charge had gone. Nonetheless, he signalled to the other security team members and they immediately formed a cordon around their King. Dangoth glanced at them and wondered just what in hell they thought they were doing. All of a sudden, he sobered up, and realized that what he had in mind with this skinny bitch would probably start an international incident. " Sergeant, we need to get out of here. The High King awaits our report. Bring this scag back inside and leave her there. Make sure whoever it is that's in charge of her sees that we've done her no harm. Contact the chopper pilots and have them warm up the gunships. Have the gunners man their positions. I have a bad feeling all of a sudden, and we may have to fight our way out."

" Aye, majesty. Right away. " Turning to the troopers, he said, " OK, you slackers, move out! We're outta here in 10 minutes! MOVE IT!"


Dangoth's hunch had some merit to it. As he and his troopers ran for their HCGSs, a bunch of the newer arrivals started going at it. A white-skinned, somewhat ethereal man had another in a death-grip, bullets were flying, people screaming their lives out. The bartender once again had been pulled over the bar, his nose smashed and bloody. Dangoth idly wondered about the skinny girl and her father. ' Hope they get out of there alright', he thought.

" M'lord, there's a squad-size group of soldiers that just came out of the bar, headed this way. Intentions unknown, but we should anticipate their being hostile. Orders?"

Dangoth looked around. They were 3/4 of the way to the gunships. " Sergeant, signal the gunners. We may need them to cover us." He pulled a couple of frag-grenades from his pocket. " Set the timer on these for 60 seconds. Place them 20 feet apart. If those assholes want trouble, they'll get it."

They were almost there. Another 50 feet and they'd be safely aboard the gunships and out of danger..........

ooc you will excuse me Chief I was gone and was not able to post it seems I got my wish though

IC
The Consul seemed to have fallen to deep in his trance and brought himself out with a start. The two guards the empire had sent to protect their Consul stood before him as human shields, the one he had not met had blood running down his shoulder.

"Pity," he said in a voice not his own. He looked over at two newcomers the cause he reasoned. Standing up he fully embraced the source, his eyes going completely white as power seemed to radiate off of him.

Pulling his sword out from his scabbard smiling as metal wrung in the air. "I have not had good exercise in some time." He released a burst of power and all combatants flew back from the concussion pinned against the wall as air caccooned itself around their body rendering them immobile. He laughed as he did so, before walking to the two figures at the center of the room. He quickly assessed their power, the pale man was quite abnormal, he pitied the fool that picked a fight with him. Sighing he lanced out weaves all around them and took them to the plane Lady Ri-an had been kind enough to show him.

"I want an explanation," he paused putting his blade to his side, "now," the Consul was seething but managed to keep his voice calm, he did not want to have to draw upon Marius's power to kill these two but if he must he would. He wove power into his body as he waited, his strength and agility had increased ten fold more if he pushed it.

ooc you will excuse me Chief I was gone and was not able to post it seems I got my wish though

IC
The Consul seemed to have fallen to deep in his trance and brought himself out with a start. The two guards the empire had sent to protect their Consul stood before him as human shields, the one he had not met had blood running down his shoulder.

"Pity," he said in a voice not his own. He looked over at two newcomers the cause he reasoned. Standing up he fully embraced the source, his eyes going completely white as power seemed to radiate off of him.

Pulling his sword out from his scabbard smiling as metal wrung in the air. "I have not had good exercise in some time." He released a burst of power and all combatants flew back from the concussion pinned against the wall as air caccooned itself around their body rendering them immobile. He laughed as he did so, before walking to the two figures at the center of the room. He quickly assessed their power, the pale man was quite abnormal, he pitied the fool that picked a fight with him. Sighing he lanced out weaves all around them and took them to the plane Lady Ri-an had been kind enough to show him.

"I want an explanation," he paused putting his blade to his side, "now," the Consul was seething but managed to keep his voice calm, he did not want to have to draw upon Marius's power to kill these two but if he must he would. He wove power into his body as he waited, his strength and agility would increase ten fold if he pushed it.
Kajeenith never once released his death grip on Chulain.

"Ahh, I see you've never gotten the chance to know me. I am Kajeenith, The God of The infinite nothing. I don't exist. Don't let the impossibility of me being here bother you though. There is a balance to all things, and to balance out Creation itself, I exist. Now, these morons came in busting up the club intimidating everyone and abusing the wait staff. They've been exchanging hostilities with another group of new foreigners. I asked them in the meanest Cruelst Voice I could possibly devise, and rather then take the hint and settle down, they chose to open fire on me, and this one was the instigator of their attacks on me, and insulted me personelly. Originally, I was just going to startle him after the insult, but after they opened fire on me, I decided to kill him. Slowly, paionfully. Then I'm going to take his soul to the nothing, and torture him until i grow weary of it. Then I'm going to tortue him some more for making me tired. Really its a losing situation for him. Unless he swears his life and soul to me as well as those of all his "Comrades"". Kajeenith said.

"Celestia is so beautiful." He said a minute later.

"Here it is." Tufaar told himself, finally breaking of the support of the chandelier above the strangler.

OOC: Who is the dictator with honorable terms.
OOC: That's me. The only Dictator in the club.

IC: The Dictator got up and walked away from the bar. He didn't want to get caught in a crossfire. He thought to hisself, "Glad I didn't talk to those guys." He drew his weapon and disengaged the safety.

The Consul laughed at him, "Kajeenith eh, the great god of nothingness. It strikes me as odd that someone could have dominion of such emptiness."

"Are you a lowly god then?" Tyre circled around him, "The man is an idiot yes and will be put to trial for his crimes, however you do not hold dominion over him." The Consul stated this matter of factly his expression growing cold, he drew power into himself. "If you do not release him I will kill you," Tyre growled his voice going through a significant change as he adopted more and more of the god Marius's power.

He held out the blade, the steel shone white, radiating with power as he did. "This sword has killed a god amongst demons and a demon amongst gods, do not think you are strong enough to allude its torments." He stood still again pupilless eyes locked on the god, "If you chose to press this I will unmake you, if you choose to walk away I will let you go, however take the man and you will live in the same pain you have forcasted for him." He smiled adding grimly, "Souls are my speciality, even gods have that essence in them."

"What?!? Why isn''t iit working?!" Tufaar shouted, jumping on the chandelier's support. It gave way, creating a hole in the floor, which Tufaar fell through.

The Doictator heard a crashing and looked up. :eek: He saw Tufaar riding a chandelier through the ceiling. "This is too much," the Dictator mumbled, his head pounding, but not wanting to miss anything, he stayed. The Consul just drew his sword and was talking to Kajeenith, and he concentratred on them. He had never seen a fight as interesting as this.

"I fear you misunderstand the level of my power. You cannot unmake something that does not already exist. Secondly, you mistake me for being as weak as Lady Ri-an. I am far stronger than anything your ever likely to to run accross, for It is my purpose to oppose Creation itself, and therefore its Creator. Hahahaha, a Chandelier was just dropped on my body. Enough games." he said. as he simply absorbed the Chandelier, material and all.

He put the General in a spot only he could access.

"He is mine, to punish as I please. if you think you have what it takes to kill me." He said. he removed all his armor, and the entirty of his top half of clothes. It was easy to see the wounds. Wounds that should have killed him.

He breathed in deeply, the wounds closed, and spat the bullets out.

"By all means try." He said.

OOC: Is everybody putting me in alternate dimensions?!?

OOC: Is everybody putting me in alternate dimensions?!?
OOC: i just absorbed the chandelier. Your still down in thole you made.

IC: The woman came over to the hole, knelt, and extended a hand.

"Need help up?" She asked.

OOC: If you say so, in the other RP, the people first called me General.

IC: "What a ride!" Tufaar said, crawling out of the hole which led into some sort of passageway.

The Consul smiled and gave a grim chuckle at the man, "You underestimate me," he smiled, "Its is fortunate then that I fight a fool," he held the blade high up in his left hand his arm glowing white, the sound of thunder filled the air as his right side erupted in a fountain of shadow. In his right hand formed a blade, blacker than night itself.

"Witness the power of the ultimate weapon fool deity," he laughed as he did, "The Kin-shi blades, the white will end any mortals life, or make any immortal, mortal," he smiled as he swung it down with a flourish, showing off his peerless skill with the blade, "and its counter part will steal the soul of any that it touches that is not its true master." He snickered at his opponent, who had not yet let the man go too wrung up in his false confidence.

A black aura enveloped the Consul as his eyes seemed to be the only light in the room, their piercing white cutting through the darkness. Weaves of illusion fell from him revealing armor. White plate that shone with the same magic in his eyes and in the original sword. "Two souls inhabit this body," he said laughing at the things reference to him being weak, "Yes Lady Ri-an is a peer of the Consul's but not of mine."

He gave a sadistic smile as the weaves of power radiating from him became visible. "He is a gifted man, but a man none the less, I am Marius, I am a son of the Father of creation." He pulled both blades together, sparking with magic as they came close to touching. "You won't be able to touch me. Last chance," he said his face contorting in a malevolent smile, "Leave or die."

ooc by the way you guys shouldn’t see us since we are in a separate plane of existence

Ianovich decided that now was the time to leave. "Storm Squad, move out. Bring that degenerate with us" he said as he gestured to von Braunich who was still unconscious on the floor. In swift Skgorrian precision the soldiers marched out, dragging von Braunich between them, ignoring the vast numbers of fools who were standing around with absurd delusions of god-hood. Let's go home and exterminate some racial filth thought Ianovich, and his mood brightened considerably.

"My son, i find you at last. I am the glorious father of all things, for all things came from nothing, and it is to nothing they shall return. You have been a naughty child." Kajeenith said with a cruel saddistic smile.

"You misunderstand Reality, and the reality is is that none of this is real, it never has been, it never will be. No amount of slicing or dicing you do is ever going to give the sweet joyful bliss of being uncreated. You wanna know why, Marius?" Kajeenith asked.

"You misunderstand the purpose of the blades," he laughed, "very well then," he said cotentedly relaxing into a normal stance. He struck, with the sound of thunder, the man in his hand fell limp.

"We are all just figments of the father's divine wish. Reality is in the soul, His soul is safe within me he said laughing. I can recreate his body when I am done with you." He stood watching for the man's reaction, like a cat with a mouse.

ooc I will be gone for the next hour or so, then I will try to get back on, wait for a bit before trying to kill me lol

With a sigh of relief, Dangoth realized that the emerging soldiers were simply headed to their own transport, and were doing so while dragging an man's unconscious body with them.

As he climbed into the Comanche, he made a mental note to revisit this place one day when there was not so much weirdness going on.

He waved to the pilot. " Lets get the hell outta here. We're going home."

"You misunderstand the purpose of the blades," he laughed, "very well then," he said cotentedly relaxing into a normal stance. He struck, with the sound of thunder, the man in his hand fell limp.

"We are all just figments of the father's divine wish. Reality is in the soul, His soul is safe within me he said laughing. I can recreate his body when I am done with you." He stood watching for the man's reaction, like a cat with a mouse.

"Ahh, but who is the father exactly? I've done much searching, accross many diffrent religions, and I've come to the understanding, that this Reality doesn't have any one ruler of it. It does not have any one single creator, except for the entity known as Max berry, but he never participates, and is a distant God indeed. I've run accross the likes of the avatars, the Q, Buddah, The Kami, Zeus, Jupitor, Odin, Gaia, even a diety that is only known as God, sometimes reffered to Jehovah. Man, woman, Creators take on many forms, and yet, surprisingly, each and every last one of them is Real. They couldn't of all made Creation, now could they? of course not, so what could the story be? What creator are you referring to, when you say your the son of The Creator? Which one? Pick one, any one. Its all the same to me really. Becasue the end result is the same.

Did you know, that despite all the Realities there are, there is only one Reality i have not been to. One Reality that is barred from anyone entering, or leaving. socks and other non-living items maybe, but not sentient beings. Its known as the Real World, and you know what, it is.

I have never been in there, but I was able to peek in, once. I wish i never had. I would have been far happier never knowing, than knowing and living with the truth. And the Truth of the matter is is that we're both Characters in a story, played by a couple million people with far too much time on their hands. That's why, no matter how much you slice through me with your swords, no matter what you may do you'll never really beat me. Because we both don't exist. Yes, your the son of the father, the son of the entity in the Real world who created the entire nation of Zamnita, just as i am the son of the entity that thought up Ri-an, warhaven, named a nation after me, and even now is directly controlling my actions, because for Characters, especially ones like us, there is no Free will, and no matter how much anyone tries to prove me wrong, they will prove me right.

I see in the OOC statements, your "father" is going to be gone an hour. Feels like seconds doesn't it? Because that's all it is to us. If you stand there for an hour, inevitably, I am going to kill you, before you father returns.
You cannot deny the truth of my words anymore than you can verify a lie." kajeenith said.

Meanwhile....

Kajeenith stopped staring at the orb, it would have been quite a fight with Marius if he had actually gone through with choking the general.

Instead he simply sat there, healed the barkeep, and waited for the inevitable. he but the orb of dreams and illusions away in his inner jacket.

A truth, his creator would never actually allow him to share with anyone. A dream of free will, never to be realised. All kajeenith really wanted, was Free will, or to really be uncreated. But never, would he get his wish.

OOC: Never rely on posts as absolute truth. The way things stand, the two groups are still being boisterous, and loud, and still need a good ass kicking. The whole Kajeenith interaction sequence never happened.

“Perhaps,” he said shrugging. "We are just those figments of our creators. Perhaps they, they who live in the real world themselves are chained to their identities, chained to paths of torments flitted with bliss. We are their salvation; the creators took great care in imagining us, giving us gifts to live out their wishes of free will. We are not chained to destiny as they are; we in essence are far greater than they, yet at the same time, nothing but insignificant thoughts."

He sighed letting go of his power, the General standing beside him with a new body, the same body he had before minus that thing's hand around his neck. "I have got what I came for," he said his voice once more returning to Tyre, the legendary sword returning to plain steel, its shadow twin disappearing entirely.

"In the end I do not think that either of our creators would let us die," he said exasperated. "I am in a way a slave to his will, not to my own. I have no wishes to engage in a test of attrition and futility to only be shown the extent of each of our puppeteers." He smiled pleasantly at the man now, "Good day to you sir," and stepped out of the plains, just as he did. Walking over to his fallen guard he bent over them and healed their bullet wounds.

"Even though this is just a creation of the masses, I still feel a certain responsibility to it," he said dazed as his guard returned to life. Taking the unconscious general and throwing him at the feet of his men. "Take him and leave, he will be in constant pain for the next day or so, he will be unable to move, or scream out, pain will be his life, give him no medicine otherwise he will die," he said adding menace to his voice, "This is the punishment I have issued for him." He did not wait for the now quieted soldiers to reply.

He walked over sat staring at the chandelier implanted in the ground. "That truly is unfortunate," he said stepping over the shards and looking to see if anyone else needed healing.

Sgt. Kiaha followed the two out of a side door. He kept an eye on the Wellington guards who seemed not to know where their charge had gone. Nonetheless, he signalled to the other security team members and they immediately formed a cordon around their King. Dangoth glanced at them and wondered just what in hell they thought they were doing. All of a sudden, he sobered up, and realized that what he had in mind with this skinny bitch would probably start an international incident. " Sergeant, we need to get out of here. The High King awaits our report. Bring this scag back inside and leave her there. Make sure whoever it is that's in charge of her sees that we've done her no harm. Contact the chopper pilots and have them warm up the gunships. Have the gunners man their positions. I have a bad feeling all of a sudden, and we may have to fight our way out."

" Aye, majesty. Right away. " Turning to the troopers, he said, " OK, you slackers, move out! We're outta here in 10 minutes! MOVE IT!"

OOC: Sorry I am late. Dang it, I missed some stuff I see. I'll try to get back in.

The girl went with Dangoth and later was sent back. Soon, apparently bullets were going about. The Great Chief and the girl were being covered by the Wellington Island Guards. The guards guarded the two and they tried to get a way out of the crossfire.

''Well, so much for this.''

''Yep, we will leave and go back to the state.''

The W.I.G helped the two out of the crossfire, ready to defend them if neccessary. They had their guns ready, in case the two were shot at. They went through and found safe ground.

''What in the name of the Earth is going on?''

OOC-I hope this post is ok, I want to get in this again.

OOC: I always miss all the fun :(

Each of the sodiers The Sultan was with dropped a flas=bang grenade somewhere in the room, and the whole establishment was flooded with a blinding light. After a moment it faded, revealing that most of the fighting partys had left already, and Tufaar had managed to drop another chandelier.
"Whats all this ruccus about" said The Sultan, "you've torn up this fine establishment, and one of the nations has scampered off." he added with a frown.
He walked twoards the group from Atopiana. "Your an awefully rowdy bunch, and you've forgotten to pay." he said with a frown, "And they really need the money now that you have destroyed everything. You should be ashamed of yourselfs. And don't even think about shooting me," he said as he noticed one of them raise his gun, "I don't know if you've heard about the plague of rabits thing, but it's worse than it sounds."

The young woman was shaking back and forth, not again. not again.
The fighting had seriously disturbed her.

"Come honey, sit at the bar and tell us all about it." Kiku said.

They walked to the bar. the young woman drew her hair out of her face. Now everyone could see what made Kiku pause. She looked almost EXACTlY like her.

"What's her problem?" Jiralyn asked indicating the woman Kiku brought in.

While The Sultan was waiting for a reply from the group he adressed, a tall man walked in, paying his fee at the door, and walked over to him.
"Excuse me" The Sultan said and walked away with the new arrival. They went too the bar and ordered two drinks, before sitting down on stools to talk.

"Quit crying you baby," Tyre scorned one of the guards who was shot through the foot. He put his hand over the wound and manipulated the body's weaves, he created new cell's stimulating them to regenerate. "There all better." He said smiling turning a concerned eye towards the Black Lotus representatives.

He looked at the little girl's face, something was terribly wrong he thought. Quickly scanning the room he saw that all of the fighting had ceased, and most of the wounded had been tended too.

Are you hurt lord

"No," he said remembering the comlink in his ear.

What happened

"We came to an understanding," he said shaking his head. Walking up to the bar he touched Kiku's shoulder and whispered his apologies, "If this child is in this condition because of the confrontation I am truly sorry, I never thought someone would have reacted that way, otherwise I would have let that thing kill that worthless General." His opinion about his justice had changed significantly after viewing the damage he had caused.

The Sultan looked up at the small throng. He didn't know what to do. he knew he couldn't just keep sitting there, talking to his Vizer about the happenings in DT, so he got up and akwardly stood behind the crowd, occasionally muttering incoherent sentences and glancing at his watch.

The Great Chief and the girl watched the events unfold. Why was all this happening? A peaceful day at a club marred by violence. At least things were calm now. They continued to watch, to see what was going on.

OOC-I did not want to leave this yet. I still want to be in this for some time, I suppose.

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"We came to an understanding," he said shaking his head. Walking up to the bar he touched Kiku's shoulder and whispered his apologies, "If your wife is in this condition because of the confrontation I am truly sorry, I never thought she would have reacted that way, otherwise I would have let that thing kill that worthless General." His opinion about his justice had changed significantly after viewing the damage he had caused.

Emperor Magesha awoke with a snort.


"Huh? Did I miss something?" he asked.

"Yes dear, a fight, and the entrance of this young woman." Kiku said.
Magesha froze.
The young woman had the same look insane maniacs had just before killing someone.

"Please sir, you must understand. I have only now escaped a cruel and terrible man. But at least I have my three favorite Dolls." She said.

She reached into a bundle in her robes.

"Meet edward, my knight protecter." She said. She took out a Doll in real steel armor, brandishing a real steel sword, as though he was going to jump up and get someone with it.

"Painted man, my mage advisor." She said. This one was even lovelier than the first, it resembled a black man, wearing black robes. His entire skin was painted.

"And finally, my bestest friend for life, Midor, the fairy man." She said, pulling out a doll that was so realistic, it might have well been a real fairy.

"I just hope this horrible man doesn't come in here to get me. He was strong, like you and that white man, only not so strong, except, he was, he was a very cruel man. I won't go back there again, not again, not again, not ever again." She said. Clearly, her past was a troubling one indeed. What monster had she escaped from, to mentally scar her in such a fashion?

"Come on, surely there's still some excitement to be had." Tufaar exclaimed, throwing the candlestick from earlier behind his, where it hit someone with a THUNK. "Sorry ma'am."

The girl reminded him of his daughter, hopefull safe back in the capital. "Well that is ok," he said giving her a reassuring smile. "Edward and I will make sure whatever it is doesnt come back to hurt you, but first things first, are you hungry?" He knew that this was an important child, and his gut told him that helping her would cause grave trouble, but he resolved to let himself die before letting anything happen to this little girl.


ooc sorry about the post mix up, I fixed everything to make it better, for some reason I always get Magesha and kiku mixed up

Can I get in this? If someone could include me in the conversations or something, that would be good.

mean while why the the shit was flying around wolf was sitting at the bar drinking his brendy
OOc who can i shoot at?

Deep in the bowels of the earth, the vibrations from automatic weapons and rockets had woken The Three. As they clawed their way out of the rotting caskets they had been placed in over a thousand years ago, they were aware of a hunger most terrible. Blood, fresh and warm was what they craved.

Breaking through the last layer of dirt and pulling themselves up to the surface, they looked around, then shook off as much dirt as possible. As one, they started walking towards the sound of voices. Six hours later, they crested a hill, and looked down on a mid-sized building that had people coming and going to and from it. Many people. Much blood and raw flesh was there.

They started down the hill....and came face to face with an armed human. The human hesitated a second too long. Before he could raise his weapon, he was laying face down on the now bloody ground, his throat torn out, his back a horrible mass of shredded flesh, flesh that was being consumed while he was yet alive. He couldn't scream, for his vocal chords had been eaten minutes ago.

The vampire grabbed the human's hair, twisted it up and back, and held the human's head in his hands. He held it up over his head, and drank deeply of the red blood that flowed from the ragged hole. When he was finished, he tied the head to his belt and signalled the others to follow him. He was Cyprocc, Prince of Osatael, dead these past thousand years, now resurrected...and still hungry.

The vampires continued down the hill towards the building........

The Great Chief and the girl looked around, watching to see if anything else would unfold. It seemed the bullets would stop flying, this was good. But would something else happen?

Deep in the bowels of the earth, the vibrations from automatic weapons and rockets had woken The Three. As they clawed their way out of the rotting caskets they had been placed in over a thousand years ago, they were aware of a hunger most terrible. Blood, fresh and warm was what they craved.

Breaking through the last layer of dirt and pulling themselves up to the surface, they looked around, then shook off as much dirt as possible. As one, they started walking towards the sound of voices. Six hours later, they crested a hill, and looked down on a mid-sized building that had people coming and going to and from it. Many people. Much blood and raw flesh was there.

They started down the hill....and came face to face with an armed human. The human hesitated a second too long. Before he could raise his weapon, he was laying face down on the now bloody ground, his throat torn out, his back a horrible mass of shredded flesh, flesh that was being consumed while he was yet alive. He couldn't scream, for his vocal chords had been eaten minutes ago.

The vampire grabbed the human's hair, twisted it up and back, and held the human's head in his hands. He held it up over his head, and drank deeply of the red blood that flowed from the ragged hole. When he was finished, he tied the head to his belt and signalled the others to follow him. He was Cyprocc, Prince of Osatael, dead these past thousand years, now resurrected...and still hungry.

The vampires continued down the hill towards the building........

OOC-Vampires? Well, welcome to the club, I suppose.

mean while why the the shit was flying around wolf was sitting at the bar drinking his brendy
OOc who can i shoot at?

OOC-Why do you want to shoot at some one?

Deep in the bowels of the earth, the vibrations from automatic weapons and rockets had woken The Three. As they clawed their way out of the rotting caskets they had been placed in over a thousand years ago, they were aware of a hunger most terrible. Blood, fresh and warm was what they craved.

Breaking through the last layer of dirt and pulling themselves up to the surface, they looked around, then shook off as much dirt as possible. As one, they started walking towards the sound of voices. Six hours later, they crested a hill, and looked down on a mid-sized building that had people coming and going to and from it. Many people. Much blood and raw flesh was there.

They started down the hill....and came face to face with an armed human. The human hesitated a second too long. Before he could raise his weapon, he was laying face down on the now bloody ground, his throat torn out, his back a horrible mass of shredded flesh, flesh that was being consumed while he was yet alive. He couldn't scream, for his vocal chords had been eaten minutes ago.

The vampire grabbed the human's hair, twisted it up and back, and held the human's head in his hands. He held it up over his head, and drank deeply of the red blood that flowed from the ragged hole. When he was finished, he tied the head to his belt and signalled the others to follow him. He was Cyprocc, Prince of Osatael, dead these past thousand years, now resurrected...and still hungry.

The vampires continued down the hill towards the building........

The ambassador to the club from the nation, Jean Verdoux and his daughter payed the fee and went on in. They looked around until the girl went off by herself.

Jean's daughter decided to go look around. She went around the club, looking around and seeing her surroundings. Then, she noticed the shadow of another figure. Was this a person who was looking around as well? It was a Osatael vampire (thought you and me could interact, Osatael).

The girl looked at the vampire, not seeing him before at the club. She walked back through the halls, in case this was a dangerous person. She then accidentally bumped into the vampire and stumbled onto the ground a bit.

She looked up to see the vampire looking down on her, although she did not know he was a vampire. Was this vampire the one with the head on his belt? The girl looked at the vampire still, wondering if he would say something.

If he was a vampire, she would try her best to run away, she did not want to have her blood sucked from her by a vampire.

How would the vampire respond?

Note- Never thought I'd see nations with vampires but I guess we can interact.

OOC VAMPIRES NO WAY IT BECAMING A ZOO OF NUT JOBS
wolf stops drink and sniff the air "vampires" said wolf
" vampire i fucking hate them" said wolf
"lady we got vamps came" said wolf to them as they came back foer the rest rooms

OOC-Why do you want to shoot at some one?
OOC yes but i got vamps to kill now

Cyprocc stood in the shadows of the Club, his senses still a bit dull. They had been buried for a thousand years, and needed a little more time to re-acclimate to their surroundings. A human female bumped into him, tripped and fell, then scurried away from him. He paid her no mind as he waved his men into position by the other entrances to the building.

As they entered, a couple of women screamed and fainted. All eyes turned to the trio, and conversation stopped. A short, chubby man dressed in an officer's uniform of some unknown country asked, " Welcome, gentlemen. Who have I the pleasure of addressing?"

Cyprocc looked at the man as if sizing up a meal. In a hissing voice, full of menace, he said, " I am Cyprocc, Prince of Osatael. My men are named Ethkar and Frinndsh. We are hungry."

They were a most fearsome sight. All stood between seven and eight feet in height, long, matted, filthy hair hung to their waists, all three spattered with blood and bits of flesh from their "meal" earlier in the day. They were all similarly clad in torn and rotted leather jackets and pants, their skin startlingly white. Their eyes were deep set, pupils a verticle slash of red in the pallid face.

Those closest to them noticed with horror the two-inch incisors protruding from their upper jaw, dried blood caked upon them.

They were armed with nothing but ancient curved swords, rusted in many places, and each had a pair of 8-inch knives strapped to their belts.

Cyprocc looked sharply to his left, and with lightning speed drew his knife and in one fluid motion impaled a dog on the large blade. The animal, eyes filled with terror, howled and squirmed until Ethkar grabbed it's head and twisted it off, sucking the blood from the bloody stump of it's neck and then digging his claws deep into the dog's skull, scooping out brains and bone marrow, which he ate with relish. Cyprocc tossed the carcass to Frinndsh, who promptly tore off it rear legs and began gnawing on them, snapping the femurs.

Cyprocc looked again at the fat man. " Are there any more of these creatures here? We are still hungry."

The ambassador to the club from the nation, Jean Verdoux and his daughter payed the fee and went on in. They looked around until the girl went off by herself.

Jean's daughter decided to go look around. She went around the club, looking around and seeing her surroundings. Then, she noticed the shadow of another figure. Was this a person who was looking around as well? It was a Osatael vampire (thought you and me could interact, Osatael).

The girl looked at the vampire, not seeing him before at the club. She walked back through the halls, in case this was a dangerous person. She then accidentally bumped into the vampire and stumbled onto the ground a bit.

She looked up to see the vampire looking down on her, although she did not know he was a vampire. Was this vampire the one with the head on his belt? The girl looked at the vampire still, wondering if he would say something.

If he was a vampire, she would try her best to run away, she did not want to have her blood sucked from her by a vampire.

How would the vampire respond?

Note- Never thought I'd see nations with vampires but I guess we can interact.


OOC: there have been vampire nations on NS for a long time. BTW, Osatael is a puppet of Xeraph. Just thought I'd let you know.

"Right," said Chulain, "now that freak's pissed off somewhere else, I propose we beat a hasty retreat."

Elbowing a Guardsman in the gut, Frank grinned, and nodded her assent. "Any opposition? No," she said, "thought not."

All hell's broken loose since that madman stood up again, thought Brandt, I've never seen the person that can take - what 240? yeh, 240 - rounds and get up again. Maybe there's something in his ranting. Or maybe not...

The Skgorrian SS had already broken free of the melee and abandoned the club - and the Atopian militia had certainly come off best against the Guardsmen fighting them. Krav Maga has its advantages.

"Comrades," yelled Stepanov, kicking out a passing bodyguard in the head, "to the fire escape!"

Covered by Stepanov and Frank, four of the eight broke off their hand-to hand combats and sprinted through the general melee to the Fire Escape; there they covered Stepanov and Frank.

The other two?

They were Dedication Division. For them, death in the cause of the international revolution was a glorious and fitting end - and as Stepanov slipped through the Fire Escape, they kissed one last time before detonating their backpacks.

100lbs of semtex and ball-bearings blasted through the Empire Club, scything down dignitaries, staff, and soldiers alike. The building shuddered, lights flickered, and debris was flung in all directions.

OOC: To the god-fellow: stop HURRING and I won't post for you. Besides, if you have a physical form, kinetic energy will affect you. It may not kill you, but it'll move you, which is essentially all I was doing. Gitwit.

Hearing the loud detonations, the SS men dropped to the floor, some shielding their charge. After the dust had settled, Ianovich stood up cautiously and yelled "Storm Squad, report!" All the men answered back that they had not taken any injuries, due to the fact that the SS men had already left the Club and were on their way back to the motorcade. The escort drivers came racing over and stood to attention. Storm Leader Ianovich took appraisal of the situation: he had one drunk, useless diplomat that the Leader did not really care for, yet was useful. After some quick thinking, he came to a decision.

"Drivers, take von Braunich back to the airfield where the rest of our group is. He must be kept safe."
"What of us sir?" inquired Storm Squadman Petersen, clearly nervous.
"We're going back in there, I bet you it was those Atopianans that caused those blasts. As examples of the New Man, it is our sacred mission to eradicate the foul Zionist concepts of Disorder and Chaos wherever we find them!" Ianovich's tone had taken on a passionate aspect, and his eyes glistened with fanaticism.
"HAIL VICTORY!" the SS men yelled, raising their right arms in the Salute.
"Hail victory indeed! Now, to the car!" The SS men marched over with the drivers to the assembled vehicles. Popping open the boot, the SS men withdrew their Stg-88 rifles and checked the underslung .50 launchers, then took spare magasines. The drivers threw von Braunich into the limousine, hopped on their black motorcycles and drove off.

Motioning for his squad to go into extended line, Ianovich's SS men entered the dust cloud that surrounded the entrance to the Club...

"Run!"

The suggestion was hardly needed. Sprinting down the road, the Atopianans passed a squad of troops hurrying towards the Club. Neither group gave the other a second glance.

Gunfire began to echo back and forth behind the blue-clad figures, who grinned wolfishly at each other as they ducked into a side ally, to be greeted by the anxious faces of their transport's crew.

"What the hell happened!?" barked one, a short, rather rotund man, with a permanently grease-stained skin.
"We heard the bombs," chipped in a teenaged girl, the BRDM-2s gunner, "I take it Clara and Ivan won't be coming back."
"No," said Chulain, "but they certainly sewed dischord and confusion amongst the oppressors of the international proletariat."
"They did that," sighed Stepanov, "although we really should get going."
"Agreed."

With that, they scrambled onto the BRDM-2, and accelerated towards the airport...

As the SS men advanced, weapons loaded in their shoulders and eyes alert for trouble, the dust began to clear.

The scene that unfolded before them was one of utter chaos and destruction. The once-magnificent establishment lay in ruins, and corpses were strewn around like ragdolls. A few small fires lay burning around the club, though the fire control system appeared to be not working as a result of the explosion.

"Fan out in pairs, stay alert" ordered Ianovich and the SS men advanced in pairs, their rifles leading their eyes. The screams of the wounded and dying were horrific and piercing, yet the faces of the SS men conveyed no emotion. In such environments will the New Man be forged many SS men thought, a Truth taught to many of them when they were young. SSman Petersen crouched down when he approached a man who had been horrifically wounded by the blast and was bleeding heavily. "Kill me!" the man begged and so Petersen's Stg-88 chattered, ending the shattered remmnants of the man's life. Other SS men were doing the same, but only to those who asked it.

2 SS men searched behind the burnt remains of the bar and found a couple of basic first aid kits. Using their rudimentary knowledge of first aid, the SS men began to treat what injuries they could. "How goes it men?" asked Ianovich as he approached with his partner.
The SS men did not look up as both were concentrating on stemming the blood flowing from a young woman.
"Badly sir," strained one of them, "this kit was meant for nothing more than glass cuts, and we're not exactly well-trained medics. We'll need help."
"Understood," confirmed Ianovich. Holding his rifle with one hand, he cupped his mouth with the other and yelled to his other men. "Find a working mobile phone!" Rumaging around through corpses and wreckage, one was found and rushed to the Storm Leader, who dialled in a number.
"Ianovich to base, we need medics and support at the Club NOW. Disorder and Chaos have taken root and we need assistance to crush it!"

No answer was given, but at the airfield where the Skgorrians had landed, hurried activity began to commence....

"ok who wants a fucking war " yell wolf who was now piss off with all of the shit that was going on

Cars and vans screeched out of the BRDM's way as it careened away from the chaos of the Club towards the airport. A police car tried to stop it, and got a short lesson in why armoured vehicles can ignore civilian ones.

"Woops!" cried Tubby, as the policemen shook their fists in his rear view mirror.
"Never mind, comrade, only a few more miles to the airport and then we can get the hell out of here," grinned Frank.
"True enough, but - bugger!"
"What?"
"Skgorrians up ahead."
"Ignore them, they've only got small arms."
"Done and done..."

The Skgorrians scattered as the armoured fighting vehicle roared past, blue-grey fumes boiling from its exhaust. Just another few minutes and they'd be back on their Ilyushin and away from the destruction they'd come here to orchestrate...

wolf start to shot at all but the people he knows and the gaurds of the club
" take this you mother fuckers" yelled wolf

Smashing through the fencing that surrounded the airport, the Atopian BRDM engaged the Skgorrian motorcade with its 76mm gun.

The first shell hit the armoured limousine square on, blowing it onto its back.

Laying smoke as he drove, Tubby gunned the engine and sped for the Atopian Ilyushin transport. Meanwhile, his gunner opened up with the 12.7mm DsHK MG, punching tracer and armour piercing rounds towards the Skgorrian SS men. Small-arms fire blasted from the gunports, adding to the confusion on the airfield.

Another 76mm shell missed the Skgorrians, hitting a light plane as it was being refuelled. The explosion blossomed into the sky, a mushroom cloud that boiled into a column of thick, black smoke within seconds.

The Skgorrians returned fire, the light weapons chattering and their rounds ping-ing off the speeding vehicle's armour.

Wolf's sudden fire cut down 2 SS men in a hail of bullets, their lifeless bloodied body making a sickening thud as they hit the floor. The other SS men scrambled for what availible cover there was as Wolf continued his fusilade. His fire had no direction, he seemed to be interested in hitting as many people as possible.

For the SS men, there were no warcries, no screams or fury.

They let their bullets do the talking for them.

The ten remaining SS men emptied their magazines into Wolf, turning the proud assasin into a bloody mess. Over a hundred high-velocity rounds hit Wolf, silencing him forever. Ianovich reloaded and approached Wolf's corpse then shot it with a 5-round burst to the face.
"Report!" he yelled
Petersen was checking the corpses of the two SS men who had been cut down.
"Both dead sir, we'll take their weapons and ammo" he said, unchambering the rounds lodged in the dead SS men's rifles and adding it his own ammo.
"Excellent, a shame that these men were betrayed by this Zionist, but the work of the Storm Squad shall continue."
"HAIL VICTORY!" saluted the squad.
At this, emergency services walked in and were appalled at the carnage wrought by the blast. They were even more appalled at the SS man who was literally hacking all of the limbs off of Wolf

OOC: Wolf, you are dead. Make an effort to properly RP or don't bother

wolf who was wearing body armour gets up and launch a grenades at them as bc troops came pouring long in with isan troop that came to help

"Drive us into the Ilyushin, Tubby," shouted Brandt over the noise of gunfire, "they should be taxiing out on Runway five B."
"Done and done, comrade!"

The vehicle roared off, past the SS men and their 747, and towards the bulk of the Ilyushin transport. Right enough, it had its rear cargo door open, and was slowly moving out onto the empty runway.

Tubby expertly guided the armoured vehicle up and into the big plane, whose loadmaster immediately began raising the ramp. At the same time, the pilot began to pull back on the stick, and the nose lifted.

Within moments, the Atopian Black Brigade strike team was away, mission accomplished...

wolf who was wearing body armour gets up and launch a grenades at them as bc troops came pouring long with isan troop that came to help

OOC: Did you even read what I posted? Can you even read? I shot you with over a hundred rounds, then shot you in the face, and hacked your limbs off. Your bloody torso can wiggle around if you want, but I'm ignoring you. Dumbass

IC: the SS men heard the shouts of confusion as other soldiers entered the Club, but quickly bolted through the door that the Atopianans had left through.
"Petersen, we need transport!" ordered Ianovich as the SS men ran towards the road.
"Jawohl!" With that Petersen ran over to a parked police van which appeared abandoned as the SWAT occupants had gone inside the Club. The driver was clearly astonished at having a squad of armed SS men charging towards her.
"Keys, now" demmanded Petersen menacingly. The driver paled and handed them over.
"Danke" and with that Petersen clubbed the driver in the face with his riflebutt, sending the woman sprawling. "All aboard for the airport!" and the SS men clambered into the police van. The van sped off from the Club.
"How do we get to the airport?" asked Petersen, and all the SS men groaned...

ooc i say go to hell i was here first

OOC: And now, you're dead. C'est la guerre, comrade. :D

i iasn gunship take aim at the van launchs a anti -tank missile at it

i iasn gunship take aim at the van launchs a anti -tank missile at it

The van exploded, killing all occupants


"By the Leader! That Zionist is mad!" swore Ianovich, "that gunship is targeting any vans he sees! Petersen, pull over" Petersen swung the van around and into a shop window. "Sorry sir, the brakes aren't too good." he apologised.
"Nevermind, all out!" and the SS men scrambled outside into the shop. The screams of locals were everywhere, and Ianovich swore he could hear fighters being scrambled. These Iasan fools are asking for war with Exponent he thought.

"Excuse me, miss" Petersen asked a shop clerk. "Which way to the airport?"
Confused by all that was, the clerk replied "Ah, go to the subway station inside this store..."
"You have a subway inside this store?" Asked Petersen, dumbstruck
"yes sir, this store is the biggest in the city. It was built around the subway stop."
Sounds awfully Zionist considered Ianovich, who was observing the conversation whilst the other SS men covered them.
"So go onto the subway, and it's 2 stops down the Main Line."
"Many thanks, miss" bowed Petersen and the SS man double-timed towards the Subway stop inside the shop.

It took a good 10 minutes for the soldiers to make their way to the Subway admist the screaming and panicking crowd, fearful of an Iasan invasion. Running down the steps, the men dived on the train.
"Petersen, this had better be the right direction" warned Ianovich.
"Why do I always get the blame for these things?" moaned Petersen, and despite the grim mood, or maybe because of it, the SS men laughed.
"How about a song?" asked one of the SS-men
"Good idea" beamed Ianovich, "all together now."
From Finland to the Black Sea
The Communists shall be crushed
Wherever the Iron Fist
Of Fascism finds them!
The SS men carried on singing as the train rattled down the line towards the airport...

OOC it not Exponent its now Blackhelm Confederacy and the gunship was out front of the club and the hole show of the van been taken

OOC it not Exponent its now Blackhelm Confederacy and the gunship was out front of the club and the hole show of the van been taken

OOC: I am sorry, but please could you try and use some punctuation. I have no idea what on earth you are saying. And how did the local air defense net let one of your gunships just fly around and park outside a club full of visiting dignitaries? And what does "hole show of the van been taken" mean? Oh, and my men left through the same exit as the Atopianans, which was at the back. So in other words, they left on the other side of the building from your gunship.

ooc sorry pc playing up say it saw the van been taken
my emperor was caming to marry wolf to the three lady he is with
i dont think there is a back door and there is four gunship outside so some one got to see whats going on

ooc sorry pc playing up say it saw the van been taken
my emperor was caming to marry wolf to the three lady he is with

OOC: So it saw through the Club? Wow, that's genius. Where can I get some of that kit? :rolleyes:

ooc i lost my pic

OOC: Hey, you saw a SWAT van being driven off - just not the right SWAT van.

Ah well. Looks like Wolf's marriage will have to wait until they can resurrect people from the dead! :D

OOC he is bless by gods some pages back so he is not dead

OOC: ...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

IC:

"Comrade-Commander Brandt, they kept talking about... gods?"
"Yes, Comrade-Chairman-Elect - however, Tubby and I are of the opinion that they were simply utilising highly advanced nano-tech. It's certain that they can be killed, you just need to be extremely, ahh, violent about it."

OOC i have got that to and nukes clone as well
i have not seen bc for some time he may came back an tell us to piss off

By some unknown force, everyone at the bar was unharmed, including the poor bartender. The Sultan turned around and watched the honor gaurd fight the Isans. The bombs had left much carnage and he noticed the three factions speeding off too the airport.
"Unleash the plauge of rabits on their nations" The Sultan shouted to his Vizor. Then he turned too the chancellor, "You might want to shut down your airport. Oh, and Vizor, get that girl a bunny." he said motioning to the girl at the bar.
"Tufaar!" The Sultan shouted, "to the chandeliers!"
The Vizor went off to make phone calls for the plauges, and retrieved a spare rabbit from his car. He wlked over and presented it to the girl. "Her you go, miss." he said with a smile.

By some unknown force, everyone at the bar was unharmed, including the poor bartender. The Sultan turned around and watched the honor gaurd fight the Isans. The bombs had left much carnage and he noticed the three factions speeding off too the airport.
"Unleash the plauge of rabits on their nations" The Sultan shouted to his Vizor. Then he turned too the chancellor, "You might want to shut down your airport. Oh, and Vizor, get that girl a bunny." he said motioning to the girl at the bar.
"Tufaar!" The Sultan shouted, "to the chandeliers!"
The Vizor went off to make phone calls for the plauges, and retrieved a spare rabbit from his car. He wlked over and presented it to the girl. "Her you go, miss." he said with a smile.
OOC HEY IAM HELPING TO GET THEM

OOC i have got that to and nukes clone as well
i have not seen bc for some time he may came back an tell us to piss off

OOC: You nuke clones? Seems like a waste of R&D to me, but carry on.

Also: Come on! a hundred pounds of semtex and ball-bearings in an enclosed space would kill or injure pretty much everyone in the room! :p

IC:

"At any rate, Comrade Brandt, you and your team did very well."
"Thanks, comrade - hope it was worth a DD deployment."
"Of course it was. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to water my garden."
"Certainly, comrade Cullen."

The two parted, and Brandt left, shaking his head at the insanity of world 'leaders'. Gods, indeed, he thought, next they'll be claiming they can perform magic...

Ooc Bloody Hell There Surpose To Be , There So It Goes As Nukes , Clones

QUOTE=Deserted Territories]By some unknown force, everyone at the bar was unharmed, including the poor bartender.[/QUOTE]

OOC: Oh come on, where's the fun in that? Don't tell me you're one of these godmodders as well...

IC: The SS men ceased their singing as they reached the airport stop. They left the train and were greeted by police.
"Halt! Identify yourself!"
Stepping forward, Ianovich drew himself up to attention.
"Storm Leader Ianovich of the Skgorrian Confederacy, 1st Company, 1st Platoon, 1st Batallion, 2nd SS Tank Division, Operating number.."
"Alright" waved the policeman in disgust, "what the hell is going on?"
"We are diplomatic representatives of Skgorria making our way back to our aircraft. This area is no longer safe."
As this exchange happened, Petersen took note that there were only 3 policemen, and none of them appeared to be armed. No-one else was immediatley visible, but the policemen looked very nervous and kept on glancing at the Skgorrian's weapons. However luckily for the policemen, the SS men were allowed to continue and made their way through the airport.

"There's our plane!" yelled one SS man as he spotted it on the far side of the tarmac, smashing his way through a glass window that seperated a departure lounge from the airfield, much to the suprise of the passengers and airport staff.
"Fool!" berated Ianovich, "we could have just gone through the door. Now run, security will be after us!" And lo and behold, there were several members of airport police running after the SS men, though none were opening fire. Dashing across the airfield, the SS men saw the proud colours of Skgorria on the 747, and massed ranks of SS men standing outside the aircraft. The police continued to chase, but slowed when they saw the huge numbers of soldiers (OOC: i packed the plane with troops :P) and stopped, realising that this was a lost cause. Falling in, the SS men marched up onto the plane, singing the Skgorrian national anthem and five minutes later, the plane took off.

Ianovich found his superior, Storm Section Leader Dubroners. "Sir, we took casualties."
Nodding, Dubroners answered "you did well nonetheless, Storm Squad Leader. Von Braunich died, as per the Leader's orders, so all has gone to plan. Now sit down and get some rest."
Collapsing into the comfortable seat on the aircraft, Ianovich watched an episode of Operation: Wolfenstein before settling into a dreamless sleep

OOC: Atopiana, you do realise the rabits will eat your garden right? :)

OOC: The rabbit is already exterminated in the Brzno region, thanks to Myxmatois-D1. :p

ooc what happen to the two wolf kill they are dead on the floor they not stand having a somke and a drink