Hyperspatial Travel
17-09-2006, 10:00
The scene was a grisly one. Even Tya'dorans were subject to greed, once outside of the bonds of the hivemind. Over five hundred insectoid forms lay dead upon the ground, near a massive crystal formation. Crystal was an integral part of Tya'doran culture, used to construct the great artworks, which pleased the Greater Tya'dorans.
The soldiers of the First and Second Hives had skirmished - when Tya'dorans were away from the protective hive minds, they found it hard to restrain their desires. A single, wounded soldier scrambled towards the crystal, and dropped to the ground. It only had three legs left, and one of those was half-removed. Ichor leaked out of its stumps, as it collapsed onto the ground.
Indeed, the scene was grisly. But that was not to say valuable. As the dead insectoids were lying in pools of their own ichor, the sound of thrumming feet came. Or not exactly feet. Hundreds of Tya'dorians burst through bushes, their keen pincers slashing what needed to be removed, and picking up the crystal. They lifted the mammoth structure, strands of goo surrounding it, as they managed to lift it onto the collective backs. And then they began running again, back they way they'd come. The First Hive had emerged victorious.
However, the Second Hive needed crystal. And so, painstakingly, a single scribe etched out the human letters onto a hundred sheets of parchment, meaningless to the scribe itself, but communicating quite a clear message otherwise.
We need crystal. Quartz, black, all is good. We will give soldiers and workers, silk and gold. Tya'dora, Secondhive. We will trade wood, and the lives of those who serve the hive
A brief map of the region, followed by a vague sketch of the continent, would show those who needed it the way to find the Second Hive. All around the hivemind, echoes of permissiveness to traders came, a strange echo in the mind, one that reached all within it. And then, the loyal Speakers carried them off. Speakers were the few Tya'dorans who could speak human tongues, and so were escorted by a pair of the larger, beetlelike soldiers. They would find their way to many nations, speeding off, faster than horses, running without stop.
Those nations they knew to be further away were taken the letter by flyer - to many nations, to many cities, the letters went.. now, all there was to wait was the crystal, or the reply...
OOC: You can RP the fate of the letter, whether it comes to your palace doorstep, or a iterant merchant finds it on the side of the road.. crystal is needed by the Tya'doran Realm, and we're willing to trade everything from wood, gold, and even the lives of our soldiers and workers to get it..
The soldiers of the First and Second Hives had skirmished - when Tya'dorans were away from the protective hive minds, they found it hard to restrain their desires. A single, wounded soldier scrambled towards the crystal, and dropped to the ground. It only had three legs left, and one of those was half-removed. Ichor leaked out of its stumps, as it collapsed onto the ground.
Indeed, the scene was grisly. But that was not to say valuable. As the dead insectoids were lying in pools of their own ichor, the sound of thrumming feet came. Or not exactly feet. Hundreds of Tya'dorians burst through bushes, their keen pincers slashing what needed to be removed, and picking up the crystal. They lifted the mammoth structure, strands of goo surrounding it, as they managed to lift it onto the collective backs. And then they began running again, back they way they'd come. The First Hive had emerged victorious.
However, the Second Hive needed crystal. And so, painstakingly, a single scribe etched out the human letters onto a hundred sheets of parchment, meaningless to the scribe itself, but communicating quite a clear message otherwise.
We need crystal. Quartz, black, all is good. We will give soldiers and workers, silk and gold. Tya'dora, Secondhive. We will trade wood, and the lives of those who serve the hive
A brief map of the region, followed by a vague sketch of the continent, would show those who needed it the way to find the Second Hive. All around the hivemind, echoes of permissiveness to traders came, a strange echo in the mind, one that reached all within it. And then, the loyal Speakers carried them off. Speakers were the few Tya'dorans who could speak human tongues, and so were escorted by a pair of the larger, beetlelike soldiers. They would find their way to many nations, speeding off, faster than horses, running without stop.
Those nations they knew to be further away were taken the letter by flyer - to many nations, to many cities, the letters went.. now, all there was to wait was the crystal, or the reply...
OOC: You can RP the fate of the letter, whether it comes to your palace doorstep, or a iterant merchant finds it on the side of the road.. crystal is needed by the Tya'doran Realm, and we're willing to trade everything from wood, gold, and even the lives of our soldiers and workers to get it..