NationStates Jolt Archive

Four many years the Blood Elfs of New Xoroth a world named after the world that was home of the Dreadlords had been in isolation. Illidan had left the broken world of outland behind in hopes of finding a more useful world and he did. The system held three worlds that they held Xoroth,Ash,and Mictum. Now things were going to change

" My prince our long range communcations array is online and test show will be able to reach far outside our system." A red haired female blood elf said

Prince Kael'thas turned to her setting down the book he had been studying as of late to learn more about creating large portals. " Very good the master will be pleased but i doubt he will forgive the delays we have suffered on this project in the past. If thise dose not work you will be in great trouble lucy."

Lucy looked up her eyes showed her anger " If YOU had given me the funding i asked for in the start we would have been done over ten years ago!"

" Why you rude little wench!" Prince Kael'thas said raseing his hand to slap lucy

" ENOUGH!" a voice boomed

" My Lord!" both said and kneeled togather

The figure who came out from the door was none other then Illidan himself the former Demon Hunter whow as once Night Elf now was the help of a powerful demonic object a very powerful demon lord.

" Your fighting will get us no where. I blame you both for not being able to get along for this project being so late." Illidan said turning and walking over to the communcations console.

" So to send any message into the depths of the dark void i just need to make it here?" he said

" Yes my lord" Lucy said

" I still dont see why we end our isolation now my lord" Kael'thas said

" It's simple we need to start to form alliances that suite our needs and gather anything useful we can from them as we forge our new empire. But you will be the one who makes the message my young prince. I would rather be kept in the shadows. I would rather no one know i am even alive unless need be. As far as whoever answers the call will know you are the leader here. Now i think you have a message to wright and as for you Lucy. Since you have done this task i asked you for i will grant you the use of my information on all things relateing the magic to aid in your studys on the Eternal Circle you are so fond of." Illidan said with a smile

They both bowed as he left the room and Kael'thas set to work as Lucy guided him on how to work the communcations array

Attention peoples of the dark void. We send this message to your worlds in friendship. We are known as Blood Elfs and i Prince Kael'thas the leader of The Blood Elf and Naga Holy Empire wish to invite your leadership to our nation. We will except only royal members of your nations or high leadership to come to our nation as we will not be insulted with petty diplomates and ofcourse this should be a given if you dont have the means to trace this communcation back to us then we have no wish to meet with you anyway.

"Rather stuck up wasnt it?" Lucy said with a slight laugh

" I wouldnt expect a peasent like you to understand. Now leave me girl and go to your studys. And maybe one day your magic will even be good enough to be called real magic" Kael'thas said with a hardy laugh dismissing Lucy to her studys and work on her pet projects for master Illidan

the emepeoers own warship the doombringer droped out of trans warp taical what is it snaped the empeeor a new ft race sire


the emepeor thought i want 50 batle brothers and the dropship ready ys to acomapny me im going to meet these peopele aye sire

an hour later a medium sized drop ship left the 5.5km warships fighter bay on board the emepeor and 50 battle brothers coms to local race emeprioth sephrioth and the royil gaurd coming down

"Wow man, come look at this message."

The soldier-on-deck glanced at the signal the volunteer had picked up.

"Hell, that is stuck up on a new level. I especially liked the dark void bit."

"Think they could've been making fun of the fact we're almost entirely black?"

"Naw....could it have? And what hell is Naga, aren't those some sort of snake?"

"I think it means snake."

"So they're a bunch of stuck up, racist, snake lovers?"

"Appears so sir. Also, what's a blood elf?"

"A really embarrased midget, hell if I know. Send it through though. Have some of the higher ups look at this garbage."

"Yes sir, sir."

So the message wound its way through the Sternsland Intelligence Services, clerks and generals alike looked at it and made their own additions to the original thoughts and report on this message from some strange snake lovers who happened to be racist and highly embarassed midgets.

Eventually it landed on the desk of the King. He looked at it. Promptly picked up his phone and told someone important somewhere to send a telegram back asking as to the time and place of the important meeting.

Tag for interest, will post later.

((OC- Hmm... ))

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Mere hours from the beginning of the Great Counterattack, and the official enactment of the Fourth Great Expansion, the smallest of details manages to cross the streams of data across the Hikari Network, as Lady Peorth is given notice of a new communicae, pinged off a Comm-Orb monitoring other communications in the Milky Way Core Galaxy.

A holoscreen emerged over her desk on this late evening. the moon shining through the spiderglass and crystal windows and through the open Overlook into the darkened chamber.

Her muse over the moonlight from the twin moons above, glinted off the planetary ring of the Homeworld to give a good glow, making the attention of the work at hand hard to pay attention too.

She silently walked over to the wordless display and read....

:: ~ Attention peoples of the dark void. We send this message to your worlds in friendship. We are known as Blood Elfs and i Prince Kael'thas the leader of The Blood Elf and Naga Holy Empire wish to invite your leadership to our nation. We will except only royal members of your nations or high leadership to come to our nation as we will not be insulted with petty diplomates and ofcourse this should be a given if you dont have the means to trace this communcation back to us then we have no wish to meet with you anyway. ~ ::

Peorth smirked.

"Nice to know the universe gains one more among the stars." ..she then files it away, so she believes, until after the timultuous events pass.

...if they ever did...

The world of New Xoroth busy as always as ships came and went from the space ports in orbit of the planet. Trade between the three worlds in the system was as busy as ever when....

" Sir unknown ship has been picked up useing a lightspeed drive of some sort. Its not ours for sure." a man said to Grand Marshall Febronia.

" Ah the first off hopefully many guest has arrived it seems. Send a message up to them then make it a bit more welcomeing then the Princes.

Unknown ship we welcome you the New Xoroth please identify yourself so that we may know the names of our guest.

this is imperial war ship the doombringer

OOC: Bump

OOC: Sorry i have been away bumping

Dark blood dripped from the edge of a flashing steel curved sword. Her long golden brown hair was matted and tangled with sweat. The fairness of her complexion, covered with blood and gore. Brilliance of golden armor was now masked by dirt and grime and blood. A dark green cape danced lightly on the wind. Bodies lay strewn across the blood slick foot of the mountain where the few remaining orcs and goblins had been struck down. Few had escaped and were most likely returning to their holes in the ground. They would be appropriatly dealt with at a later date. Looking out across the field, Alurial could see a mixture of dwarves, men, and elves thrown in with the dead bodies of the foul. Banners flapped in the breeze, still caught in the cold death grip of fallen banner carriers.

Tents had been setup as makeshift barracks and aid stations. Wounds had to be treated, rest needed to be taken, and Alurial desperatly desired a bath. One large tent had been setup in the center as the Elder's personal quarters while away from home. A large oaken chair had been setup and two male elven servants awaited her arrival with silver pitchers filled with warm water. The elf eased down into the chair with a long sigh and nodded that she was ready. Water flowed from the pitchers to the top of her hair. Clear warm water cascaded over her hair, face, and armor; washing away the sweat, dirt, and blood. More water was brought in and the cleansing continued until Alurial felt somewhat relieved. She leaned back and closed her eyes, dismissing the servants. Her sword would need cleaning but it was something that could wait until she had rested.

Alurial silently drifted into the darkness of sleep only to have it disturbed a short while later. A page stood outside the tent flap and called. "Elder Alurial?"

The elf slowly opened her eyes and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She adjusted her golden breastplate and shin plates before allowing the man to enter. Judas walked in with a parchment in his hand and bowed to the elf. "Forgive my intrusion Elder, but I believe you should see this."

Judas handed over the parchment scroll and Alurial delicatly unrolled it. Her green eyes panned over the page, reading over the other world message. Once finished, she rolled it back up and handed it back to Judas. "Prepare a Wraith. I will attend to this myself but do not inform the dwarf to what is happening. We'll keep this as quiet as possible."

Judas bowed his head and backed up. "Of course, Elder."

Once again alone, Alurial leaned back into her chair. I guess I'll sleep on the ship ride over.

The blood elf capital city was readying for the comeing vistors. Highlord Morgan would attend the meeting with the Prince and Lady Lady Vashj. He was a Bloodmage of legendary power he had killed over 1000 undead in hand to hand combat once turning them to ash such was the speed and power of his attacks. He was incharge of all mages,warlocks,and troops who used magic or magical weapons for the blood elfs. He indeed would want to take part of the meeting to learn as much as possible about other magics he might not know of.

A small flotilla of Dreadnought-class ships (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Dreadnought-class_battlecruisers) dropped out of warp into the New Xoroth. The ships were opening hailing frequencies.

There is a realm through which all data flows. Its master, and sapient mind, the closest thing to omniscient there is. The first line of communication, into which signals that passed billions upon billions of receivers, a countless number, were fed, listened and processed and quashed countless computer infestations with effortless ease.

Invitations like this were sent through identification cycles, and then briefly surveyed by the sapient mind of the place; the Voyeur, and decided upon. For once it passed the impudent message up the chain to the Elenaran himself, and his staff. Its sender’s species was identified as one (relatively minor) that dwelt within the empire, which gave it undue precedence. The mind of that place also attached an insulting little note to it, regarding what it thought of the impudence these persons had.

A response came soon enough:

To: Prince Kael’thas
From: Elash Mîraglariel, Adjutant of the Elenaran, The Eternal Necrontyr Empire of the C’tan
Subject: Your invitation.

Could you please define what constitutes a high official and what constitutes a ‘petty diplomate’? We are somewhat confused on this point; if you actually wish the Elenaran to visit you, it may be arranged, but one wonders what we are liable to gain by this, aside from the appearance of bowing to a self-aggrandising demand from a nation no one’s ever heard of before, of course…

Kael’thas was in the middle of his studys in his persional keep when a knock came at the door informing him the ship in orbit that wished to speak with them aswell as the message from The Empire of the C’tan. He responded to the message first

From: Prince Kael’thas

We do not wish to bother with those who do not have the power to make agreements on their own. We are too busy to bother with those who must have matters agreeded apone by a another group or leader who will be unable to do so at that moment.And do not mistake us as a young race. We have been around far longer then most. We only took the path of magic and not science.

He then turned his attention to the ship in orbit

To the ship in orbit we welcome you. We ask you identify yourself and who will represent you at the meeting.

Stars of the galaxies shimmered in the backdrop over the planet of New Xoroth as a Wraith (http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j289/Mythrandir_NS/lokirrim-patrolship-ff.jpg) materialized. It was smaller than most and would hardly draw the attention of one befitting of Elder from Mythrandir. For this reason alone, Alurial had chosen a Wraith as her vessel of choice. No one would notice one Wraith missing in the Star Forge fleet.

Still donning her battle armor and sword, the elf cut an imposing figure on her throne chair. All blood had been washed away, the gold in the armor polished to perfection, her curved blade resharpened, and her hair was brushed and straightened. The once deathly beauty had a more royaly figure now all cleaned. "We have arrived at the designated coordinants transmitted by the Blood Elfs, Elder."

Alurial gripped the arms of her chair and nodded her approval. "Very good. Alert them of my arrival."

"Yes Elder."

This is the Bones of Mythrandir. On board we bear the representative of all elf clans of Mythrandir, Elder Alurial. The Elder is requesting permission to speak with your Prince Kael'thas face-to-face.

Very well we doubt his highness will be pleased to meet with another elf clan but none the less the meeting will be allowed please come down to the capital city when you are ready we will send the location to you.

Indeed the Blood Elfs had very little love for other elfs do to their past but none the less Master Illidan wished for even them to be allowed to take part in the meeting

Royal blood was a rather amusing concept within the Scourge, being world-spanning psychically linked Undead organisms bound together around the singular conciousness of Ner'zhul. More amusing still was the similarities evident between those denizens of this new world, and those who had suffered the demise of Quel'thelas, now crown jewel of research and development within the burgeoning empire of the Scourge.

It was, after all, there that the Wellwater had been discovered and its power used in increasingly reckless amounts to lay low those inferior to the Scourge, to pave new gateways to other worlds and to facilitate the movement of the immense Tombship constructs through the void, by way of Netherdrive technology.

The signal was, as the Blood Elves had surmised, easy enough to trace and so the first of many expeditionary fleets had been dispatched, bearing the symbols and banners of the Scourge.

The first to burst from the Nether upon the howling winds of magic itself was a Nerubian Hiveship. The collossal constructs were honeycombed with countless passages and tunnels, monolithic architecture gleaming upon its surface, like an entire of ancient Azjol'Nerub brought forth into space. Along side it came two Greater Necropolis class mobile Battle Fortresses, each bristling with ancient and ponderous weaponry, gleaming with barely legible script.

The final vessel was a sleek black ship most different from the gothic architecture of the scourge, adorned as they were with skulls and seemings of death. This ship was smooth and black, almost invisible against the night, studded with ancient Eredun script, binding and warding spells.

Within the vessel, the Dreadlord Xaxrathar watched as the proceedings unfolded, flexing his wings. It was not he who was to speak with these whelps, merely to accompany the delegation. He despised being so enslaved to these foolish Scourge, but realised that, despite their crudeness, they would have use.

Still...Something here stank of Demonancy...Something besides himself.

The voice that spoke belonged to Astratha Sunspeaker, a former Elf of Quel'thelas now a mockery of his former form.

Hail to thee, sons of the Sunstrider. I am Astratha Sunspeaker, gloriously remade as a servant of the most beneficent and mighty Lich King. His is the power beyond powers, the light beyond lights. We exist merely to serve as shadows of his glory.

You have asked for contact, and we have come. The Scourge has come to satisfy its curiosity.

Curious was what came to mind when Alurial read over the message returned to their ship. Indeed most elves of Mythrandir viewed themselves superior above all others, having more redeeming qualities than say dwarves and humans that gave themselves over to their passions and short lives. Still, this was a meeting that could prove useful to Alurial and so the time would soon come when she would stand among foreigners of her own kind and listen to what they may have to say.

"Shall I prepare a shuttle for you m'Lady?" The young officer turned around with a questioning stare while Alurial sat in meditation.

Biege lips pulled back in a slight smile. "No need. I will deal with transportation myself. Just please inform them that we are ready and are requesting the location of their capital city."

"As you wish m'Lady."

Elder Alurial understands your concerns and will take these words into consideration. She stands ready and awaits the location of your capital city and looks forward to the meeting.

OOC: Bump? This still alive?