NationStates Jolt Archive

***Special Intergalactic News Broadcast***

Just two days ago, Lord and Master Kalgar from the Great Forge of Gronde was married to Valsharess Kaymiril VII of the Lil Rinovdro Phreng ("Eternal Realm") of Kaymiril in a private ceremony. We do not currently possess information of events leading to this unforeseen occasion. Reporters attempted to gather information, but were barred or otherwise prevented from questioning the couple, who evaded members of the press a short time following the wedding. More coming soon on IG News.

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Ooc: *tag*

Ic: Does this matter concern us at all?

"No, it does not. But I like to have a grasp on every nation possible."

"Why would we do this then?"

A smile in the dim light of the room. "The same reason as always. Power. God-hood. Every one who wishes, say Yay, against, Nay."
"Yay."
Nay
"Yay"
"Yay"
"Nay"
"Nay"
"Yay"
"Nay"
"Yay"
"Nay"
"Yay"
"Nay"
All eyes came to rest on an wizened old man with a long white beard and a scythe sitting at the back of the room. The Decider. In case of a tie, he decided. He sighed and sat thinking for several minutes.
"Yay"
Several groans and sighs came from various points in the room.
"It is decided. Send the Nascent Vahlka to ally with them. Kaymiril has an extensive magical background, and we can use their artifacts."

Upon hearing the news of this joyous occasion, it was quickly decided by the couple that ruled Northrop-Grumman that a handwritten letter would be sent to the newlyweds. It was composed with the Chairwoman’s delicate touch that carefully manipulated the fine quill pen and the Chairman’s rather personable words that provided a general lightheartedness instead of the usual coldness that surrounded official letters.

Dear Anna and Kalgar,

Siri and I have just heard about your wedding today and wish to congratulate you on this joyous occasion. We hope that the wedding went off without a hitch for you two and that you will enjoy this bright new future that you have together just as much as we have our own. Marriage has to be one of the greatest things that can happen to a couple who are in love, but it can also create many great things in the future too.

Once again, on behalf of everyone over here in Northrop-Grumman, we wish to say congratulations and good luck on this new journey.

Sincerely,
Jack and Siri O’Neill

IC:

The message reached the Skaven Blight home system which was as always a hive of activity. This time however it wasn't contruction of simply war materials and other things related to it. this was ther econstruction of the devastation that had been inflicted by the civil-war recently. The newley created republic was busy at work reforging the Under-Empire into a new nation. The message was recieved and relayed to the current Board of Executives with a generally uplifting response. After composing a message in hast and returning to their daunting task of sorting the skaven quagmire, it was broadcasted back to the married couple.

The New Skaven Republic sends it's personal thanks and goodwill to the pair who are responsible for making our freedom possible. Without your direct intervention the Council of Thirteen and currently wanted Snikkit would be dictating our lives. We all pray that this union is ever-lasting, joyous, and fruitful as both your reigns should be.

Sincerly, Supreme-Executive, Snitch

Meanwhile in an unamed location within the Warp...

"WHAT!?"

Snikkit's remaining flesh quaked in anger. Kalgar had soiled his good name by marrying an..an...ELF!

Bellowing he started waving around a warplock pistol that caused his nearby subordinates to quiver in fear.

"MESSAGE!"

His communications officer uncurled slightly,

"Wh-what si-sir?"

"Tell them exactly as I say. Dear Kalgar and filthy, pointy-eared meat-bag. I hope this message finds you with a case of syphillis and severe diarhea. If your empires happen to be burning down, remember my mocking laughter. I hope you suffer miscarriages and that your hair falls out early. I hate you...hate hate hate hate...especially Lysander. Die. Painfully. And then send me video recorded messages of these deaths. Sincerly, Oversqueaker Snikkit."

The officer pressed the 'send' button and launched the communication. Shortly after the message was sent, Snikkit moved on before transferring to another vessel to avoid detection.

Dear Lord-and-Master-Kalgar and Valsharess of Kaymiril.

I hope this message finds you in good health and being. The union of your empires will undoubtely cause prosperity to rise in both, and I hope you know this makes me overjoyed. Should you have children, I wish them the best of luck during Lysander's training. If the, Horned Rat forbid, inevitable should happen, I'd gladly be their 'godfather'.

Sincerly, Oversqueaker Snikkit.