NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Since my first thread has not come onto the forums, I will post this one.
I am future tech.

Empress Anne I recently passed away, leaving the title of Empress of Carcasonne Seven to her only child, the teenage Princess Anne, who despite her age showed many talents managing a nation among many in the galaxy. Anne was like her mother, quite pretty for her age. One person wrote a description of Anne II.

"Anne was a striking six feet tall presence with a slim buxom figure. She had large grey eyes set in a pleasing oval face, glossy chestnut-brown hair drawn back into a loose knot at the nape of her neck, and small pretty hands and feet."

Anne's head advisor was Patrick "Pat" Reed, the Governor of Darwin IV. Anne had trusted him, he had been her tutor, teaching her a variety of subjects including politics. Anne would not mind meeting with diplomats, even if she was a constitutional monarch, which she was.

The coronation took place at Salisbury Citadel on Darwin IV, which Anne considered her favorite part of the Empire. She was crowned with the Imperial Crown and given all powers of the monarchs before her. Anne II was only eighteen, but hopefully she would be a good monarch.

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Anne met with Prime Minister Hyde to discuss opening the Empire to diplomacy. A letter was soon written by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and sent to the various nations in the galaxy. It read:

"The Empire of Carcasonne Seven opens the gates for all diplomats to present themselves for meetings in which diplomatic relations shall be discussed. All nations who are interested in diplomacy should contact us for more information."

Prime Minister Hyde then prepared diplomats of Carcasonne Seven to go to other nations if they were required. Anne waited in Darwin IV to hear of any information about diplomatic relations.

To: The Empire of Carcassone Seven
From: The Republic

On behalf of the Senate and People of the Republic, hail to the people of Carcassone Seven. I, Decimus Marius Forentius, wish to travel to your Empire in hopes of meeting with your respectable government in hopes of establishing favorable relations. I have already boarded a transport and am currently en route to the co-ordinates given in your original message. I should arrive within a week.

Sincerely,

Decimus Marius Forentius
Ambassador of the Republic

To: The Empire of Carcassone Seven
From: The Republic

On behalf of the Senate and People of the Republic, hail to the people of Carcassone Seven. I, Decimus Marius Forentius, wish to travel to your Empire in hopes of meeting with your respectable government in hopes of establishing favorable relations. I have already boarded a transport and am currently en route to the co-ordinates given in your original message. I should arrive within a week.

Sincerely,

Decimus Marius Forentius
Ambassador of the Republic

To:The Republic
From: The Empire of Carcasonne Seven

The Empire would be pleased to discuss relations with the Republic, our leaders are prepared to convene a meeting with you in hopes of establishing favorable relations between us. We ask that you arrive as soon as possible, thank you for considering opening diplomacy with us.

Sincerely,
T.E.S

Occasionally the galaxy seemed like a very interesting place. There were countless races within its bounds, from wretched xenos races, to the scattered cousins of Mankind. Proud humanity, rightful heirs to the very stars, and here and there they cowered upon worlds, devoid of the wisdom and the might that was rightfully theirs.

From time to time, of course, space-faring civilisations would be found, proud and human, bringing their own touch to the stars, and the worlds that orbed them.

The Imperium was one such entity, sprawling across space, laying claim to worlds and stars in the name of their Gods, and their Emperor. Business prevented him from being upon the homeworld at the reception of the new signal, but his blessing was upon those who did reply.

We have recieved your signal. By the glory of the Master of Mankind, the glorious Emperor Remiel De Drakan, and the might of the Chronosian Imperium, we greet you.

We are heirs of great power, knowledge and technology. The liberators and redeemers of the galaxy, and of all Mankind. We bring the light of the Gods to all the worlds among the stars, and we bring our diplomatic tongues to you.

In the spirit of...Friendship and camraderie....We would know you.

Occasionally the galaxy seemed like a very interesting place. There were countless races within its bounds, from wretched xenos races, to the scattered cousins of Mankind. Proud humanity, rightful heirs to the very stars, and here and there they cowered upon worlds, devoid of the wisdom and the might that was rightfully theirs.

From time to time, of course, space-faring civilisations would be found, proud and human, bringing their own touch to the stars, and the worlds that orbed them.

The Imperium was one such entity, sprawling across space, laying claim to worlds and stars in the name of their Gods, and their Emperor. Business prevented him from being upon the homeworld at the reception of the new signal, but his blessing was upon those who did reply.

We have recieved your signal. By the glory of the Master of Mankind, the glorious Emperor Remiel De Drakan, and the might of the Chronosian Imperium, we greet you.

We are heirs of great power, knowledge and technology. The liberators and redeemers of the galaxy, and of all Mankind. We bring the light of the Gods to all the worlds among the stars, and we bring our diplomatic tongues to you.

In the spirit of...Friendship and camraderie....We would know you.

"We have recieved your signal, and would be most pleased to establish diplomatix relations with your nation. If you would like to visit our nation for a diplomatic meeting, please do not hesitate to contact us so that we may arrange a sutiable time and place for a meeting."

We would appreciate coordinates, that we might set course immediately. Our vessels shall transit through the Immaterium, the Warp, and so their emergence may be a strange phenomenon to you.

It is not to be feared. The Empyrean is the realm of the Gods, through which we travel with impunity. There are a many strange things that you shall see of our most glorious forces.

Unfortunately the Emperor, our Liege-Lord, is unavailable at this time due to matters of direst urgency. In his stead, Chronosian diplomats and representatives shall attend you, that you might be educated as to our glory. The Imperial Truth shall illuminate you, distant brothers.

We would appreciate coordinates, that we might set course immediately. Our vessels shall transit through the Immaterium, the Warp, and so their emergence may be a strange phenomenon to you.

It is not to be feared. The Empyrean is the realm of the Gods, through which we travel with impunity. There are a many strange things that you shall see of our most glorious forces.

Unfortunately the Emperor, our Liege-Lord, is unavailable at this time due to matters of direst urgency. In his stead, Chronosian diplomats and representatives shall attend you, that you might be educated as to our glory. The Imperial Truth shall illuminate you, distant brothers.

OOC: Your nation is quite interesting.

"You may arrive at Darwin IV, where we shall hold our meeting. Though the Empress is not an absolute monarch, it may be possible for you to meet her, alongside our diplomats of course.

We await the arrival of your vessels and hope that diplomatic relations between us can be constructed and endure future problems."

OOC: What makes you say that? :P

IC:

Then we shall make haste.

Time passed, slowly it would seem in reality but hardly anything by the reckoning of the warp, as the Chronosian message faded into the past. Not yet a memory, but perhaps an ever-present pondering by the people of Carcasonne Seven.

Sebastian Vergath stood upon the gleaming bridge of the Legacy of Damnation, great and gilded. Black steel was edged in gold and gems, hung with extravagant silks. Gleaming sigils blazed upon them, seeming to dance and writhe upon its surface. Servitors sat, slack-jawed and dead-eyed, wired into the very ship.

He pondered for a moment, this new civilisation. They were setting out to bring the light of the Emperor, the glory of the Gods to them. The warp crackled and danced beyond the vast windows of the bridge, a writhing realm of absolute energy. Runes blazed and shone upon the hull, even as the gellar field beyond them strained to hold back the might of the aethyr.

"What do we know about these people we are sent so casually to interact with?" He coughed lightly, raising a hand in a black leather glove to cover his mouth, pausing to reach for an intricate glass goblet filled with wine.

"Very little." A booming voice, rich and cultured, echoed about him as he turned. Long dark hair framed a strong patrician face, riven with pale scars. His armour was a lustrous deep red, marked with portions of black and white. He was Anton Gentyr, Second Captain of the Nero Angelus legion. He was a Space Marine, genetically enhanced and augmented beyond mere men. Almost 3 metres tall, taller than any mere man who stood upon the bridge, he gazed out at the glory of the Immaterium while his tongue flickered over his lips. "We shall merely have to wait and see. My men are at your disposal, diplomat."

"You have my deepest thanks, Brother-Captain." He smiled lightly. "It is an honor to be escorted by such proud warriors, such willing servants of the Gods. Your Lord, the Emperor beloved by all, is a scion of Chaos, the marked of Chaos Ascendant. But you and your men, do you still follow the path of the Prince of Excess?"

"Slaanesh is still our Master. We each fill the Emperor's Palace with wonders that can scarcely be matched, just as we fill our ships with gilded glory and sensation." He smirked cruelly. "We shall keep the truth of our devotions secret for now...But it all depends on how well this new culture recieves us."

"Indeed..." He paused, ready to give voice to another thought when a cold metallic voice boomed over the bridge

"Exiting the Immaterium, we are leaving the Warp."

He gazed out, the universe suddenly shuddering back into focus. The warp exploded outwards around them, pulsing with waves of roaring malice and undulating colour, the crackling gellar field of the ship dancing with residual energy.

"Well...Here we are." Sebastian let a smile crease his features, turning to find it mirrored in Anton's feral sneer. "Let's say hello, shall we?"

This is the Legacy of Damnation, representing the Chronosian Imperium. In the name of the Divine Emperor, True Master of Mankind, we greet you.

It was so pretty. A swirling whirlpool of dark blue and purple. A living painting that allowed faster than light travel, which in turn made civilisations able to communicate with each other beyond the borders of their native star systems. But the mosaic could never last, and the calming colors that danced around the diplomatic cruiser began to fade, the inky blackness of space beginning to take over once again.

Marius sighed. He was a diplomat, not a member of the navy, and so like most Taledonians who didn't spend much time amongst the stars he disliked the dullness of space, preferring the vibrant colors of planets more. Of course if one ever wanted to advance in influence, and pay, he would have to go abroad instead of staying at home.

"By the Gods!" shouted the science officer of the small craft.

Marius cocked an eyebrow at the middle-aged officer, wondering what would give him such distress in this distant system. "Did you forget your hat?" He asked ruefully.

The man looked back at the diplomat with a look of annoyance, concern still written all over his face regardless. "There's another vessel within the system. Chronosian."

Marius' eyes suddenly widened, a cold shiver running down his back. "Chro...Chronosian?" He gulped. "I'm in over my head."

"You can't back down now," came a harsh condescending voice, "You've been given this assignment by the Senate, and must see it through to the end, dear Marius. Besides, the Chronosians are an honorable people, and will respect your diplomatic immunity here. Besides, we're already en route to the surface, and it would be most annoying to turn around."

The small grey circular craft seemed to ignore the much larger Chronosian vessel, following their orders to descend to the planet's capital city directly. This small hiccup in the original plan would not change their intent.

Darwin IV, this is the Diplomatic Vessel Olive Branch. We have the aforementioned diplomatic officer representing the Republic onboard, and are requesting permission to land within or near the capital. Please respond.

Prime Minister Hyde recieved the news that the Taledonian and Chronosian diplomats had arrived, and he ordered that they be accomodated separately, so as to avoid confusion. He sent the diplomats for each group out to meet them.

The airport at Darwin IV had recieved communications from the Taledonians and Chronosians. They were told by higher powers to give them a response, and thus the two groups would recieve this message from the airport:

"The Olive Branch (Legacy of Damnation) is permitted to land at our airport. Please land when ready and on the specific area...." (coordinates provided).

The diplomats assigned to each group came to the airport and divided themselves into two groups, one for the Taledonians and one for the Chronosians. Both groups would meet at separate locations, where they would discuss diplomacy.

As soon as the foreigners landed, they could get these meetings started.

Coded Radio message

To The Empire of Carcasonne Seven
we of the The Shadow Empire of Imperial Isa have heard rumors of you for the past three days

The Emperor has made his mind up to see what you are all about
a Fleet with him and the Imperial Family be there once we have word that you got this message

Coded Radio message

To The Empire of Carcasonne Seven
we of the The Shadow Empire of Imperial Isa have heard rumors of you for the past three days

The Emperor has made his mind up to see what you are all about
a Fleet with him and the Imperial Family be there once we have word that you got this message

To: The Shadow Empire of Imperial Isa

We would be pleased to host a meeting between our diplomats and your monarch to discuss diplomatic relations. We await the arrival of your envoy to our nation.

OOC: My nation is a constitutional monarchy.

a Fleet of twenty Black Warships drop into noraml Space and go to code Red meaning scans would came back as odd showing no power or life signs on borad them

on the Flagships bridge a crew member turn and talks to someone

"sir dos zhaun vel'uss ph' ghil saph udos picked phor"
"indeed"said the person back to them

Imperial Isa, you can send your envoy to Darwin IV now if you would like.

the Emperor was on Planet with his Four Shadow Wolves sitting next to him
"huh"he said

OOC wolves size are three times RL Siberian Tigers size

the Emperor was on Planet with his Four Shadow Wolves sitting next to him
"huh"he said

OOC wolves size are three times RL Siberian Tigers size

A group of diplomats came to the Emperor, they were dressed as if they looked like they were from Tudor/Elizabethan England. They greeted the Emperor as they would any monarch and took him to Salisbury Citadel, where the meeting would be held.

When they arrived at the Citadel, they went through the several corridors and walked passed the several doors, including the immense doors of the Empress of Carcasonne.

They arrived at their destination, a small but comfortable room. The Emperor was given his seat and the diplomats took their seats around the round table. "What shall we discuss first, Your Majesty?"

A group of diplomats came to the Emperor, they were dressed as if they looked like they were from Tudor/Elizabethan England. They greeted the Emperor as they would any monarch and took him to Salisbury Citadel, where the meeting would be held.

When they arrived at the Citadel, they went through the several corridors and walked passed the several doors, including the immense doors of the Empress of Carcasonne.

They arrived at their destination, a small but comfortable room. The Emperor was given his seat and the diplomats took their seats around the round table. "What shall we discuss first, Your Majesty?"

"two things don't call me that call me Wolf second don't place me in a room with someone from Chronosian Imperium"said Wolf

OOC nothing against Chronosia just how i play it

"two things don't call me that call me Wolf second don't place me in a room with someone from Chronosian Imperium"said Wolf

OOC nothing against Chronosia just how i play it

The diplomats looked at Wolf and one of them began to speak.

"Wolf, we are in our own room, as the Chronosians are in another of the many rooms here at Salisbury." the diplomat said to Wolf.

"Wolf, what do you want to discuss first?" another diplomat said.

The diplomats looked at Wolf and one of them began to speak.

"Wolf, we are in our own room, as the Chronosians are in another of the many rooms here at Salisbury." the diplomat said to Wolf.

"Wolf, what do you want to discuss first?" another diplomat said.

"good as i find them odd and other things you would not under stand and i'm willing to trade ZPMs , Adamantium ore , Raw Ebony, Raw Glass and Frost Salts for thing that we may use"said Wolf

"good as i find them odd and other things you would not under stand and i'm willing to trade ZPMs , Adamantium ore , Raw Ebony, Raw Glass and Frost Salts for thing that we may use"said Wolf

"Wolf, it would be appreciated if you could give us some information on these things you are willing to trade."

"Wolf, it would be appreciated if you could give us some information on these things you are willing to trade."

" Zero Point Modules is a power source crystal, Adamantium ore is used to make ships plating for no combat ships, Raw Ebony use in Blade and watch making , Raw Glass is green and use in making house hold plates, drink cup and art and last Frost Salts is used in healing"said Wolf

" Zero Point Modules is a power source crystal, Adamantium ore is used to make ships plating for no combat ships, Raw Ebony use in Blade and watch making , Raw Glass is green and use in making house hold plates, drink cup and art and last Frost Salts is used in healing"said Wolf

After some discussion, the diplomats decide what to say in response to Wolf.

"We would be pleased to obtain those goods from your nation, Wolf."

After some discussion, the diplomats decide what to say in response to Wolf.

"We would be pleased to obtain those goods from your nation, Wolf."

"and what will you trade"said Wolf

"Other vessels have entered into the system." A red robed adept of the Mechanicum droned, his throat pulsing with vox implants. He leant forward, gleaming brass augmetics framing the pulsing optic sensors that had replaced his eyes. "Subjects match known Isan and Taledonian designs."

"How typical." Sebastian sighed, an almost melodramatic flair in his movements. "We are forced to share our endeavors with vermin. Especially the hated blood foe. The Emperor himself ought to have been here, to look down upon their weakness."

"Then think yourself lucky, that his sons walk with you." Anton had placed his helmet upon his head, hiding his face behind the gleaming visor and shining ceramite of the armour. He flexed one immense powerfist, turning it as he regarded the raw killing force which his enhanced body and integrated power armour allowed him. "You will be guarded at all times, Diplomat. We will not allow these Xeno filth to taint you."

"My thanks, Captain. Now, shall we go?"

The Thunderhawk gunship slid eagerly from the belly of the mighty warship, a gilded hammer sliding through the void. Gold and decoration covered its every surface, writhing murals and mosaics upon its every surface. Upon one, an immense figure in black and red armour smote countless foes with twin black blades. On another, the same figure cradled the galaxy, stars playing over his perfect flesh, his black hair whipping about his head.

The ship tore through the atmosphere, a blazing streak of light through these foreign skies, tearing a great keening wound in the world as it descended, eventually touching down on squat legs within the bounds they had been offered. Hydraulics hissed as the ramp descended, and Sebastian emerged.

He was clad in decadant robes, intertwined with golden thread. A golden braclet, flecked with onyx, glittered upon his wrist, and his gloved fingers were intricately jewelled with rings. His hand clenched a staff, not for support but as a symol. Upon it was a burning brazier, orbed with great golden eagle wings and marked with the eight pointed star, sigil and sign of Chaos.

At his side, came Anton, his armour polished to a glorious shine, painted in some parts with fresh bursts of new and riotous colour. A cloak of taut leather stretched down to his ankles, gleaming at the edges with the scales of some unknown beast. With him were another two warriors of the Astartes, dwarfing the diplomat who they were oath sworn to protect.

Anton felt his senses roar as he gazed about him, lifting his helmet to take in the rich scent of a new world. He felt blood pound in his veins as he smiled almost impishly, regarding the worlds beauty, turning to see if the Diplomat or his brethern were similarly affected.

"In the name of the Emperor, divine Master of Mankind and Scion of Chaos, I announce myself. I am Sebastian Vergath, blood-sworn as his representatives. With me are warriors of our Lords Legios Astartes, his Space Marines.

Fear them not! For though they are beyond mankind, they are the instruments by which the Emperor shall redeem the universe....And bring with him the light of truth"

"Other vessels have entered into the system." A red robed adept of the Mechanicum droned, his throat pulsing with vox implants. He leant forward, gleaming brass augmetics framing the pulsing optic sensors that had replaced his eyes. "Subjects match known Isan and Taledonian designs."

"How typical." Sebastian sighed, an almost melodramatic flair in his movements. "We are forced to share our endeavors with vermin. Especially the hated blood foe. The Emperor himself ought to have been here, to look down upon their weakness."

"Then think yourself lucky, that his sons walk with you." Anton had placed his helmet upon his head, hiding his face behind the gleaming visor and shining ceramite of the armour. He flexed one immense powerfist, turning it as he regarded the raw killing force which his enhanced body and integrated power armour allowed him. "You will be guarded at all times, Diplomat. We will not allow these Xeno filth to taint you."

"My thanks, Captain. Now, shall we go?"

The Thunderhawk gunship slid eagerly from the belly of the mighty warship, a gilded hammer sliding through the void. Gold and decoration covered its every surface, writhing murals and mosaics upon its every surface. Upon one, an immense figure in black and red armour smote countless foes with twin black blades. On another, the same figure cradled the galaxy, stars playing over his perfect flesh, his black hair whipping about his head.

The ship tore through the atmosphere, a blazing streak of light through these foreign skies, tearing a great keening wound in the world as it descended, eventually touching down on squat legs within the bounds they had been offered. Hydraulics hissed as the ramp descended, and Sebastian emerged.

He was clad in decadant robes, intertwined with golden thread. A golden braclet, flecked with onyx, glittered upon his wrist, and his gloved fingers were intricately jewelled with rings. His hand clenched a staff, not for support but as a symol. Upon it was a burning brazier, orbed with great golden eagle wings and marked with the eight pointed star, sigil and sign of Chaos.

At his side, came Anton, his armour polished to a glorious shine, painted in some parts with fresh bursts of new and riotous colour. A cloak of taut leather stretched down to his ankles, gleaming at the edges with the scales of some unknown beast. With him were another two warriors of the Astartes, dwarfing the diplomat who they were oath sworn to protect.

Anton felt his senses roar as he gazed about him, lifting his helmet to take in the rich scent of a new world. He felt blood pound in his veins as he smiled almost impishly, regarding the worlds beauty, turning to see if the Diplomat or his brethern were similarly affected.

"In the name of the Emperor, divine Master of Mankind and Scion of Chaos, I announce myself. I am Sebastian Vergath, blood-sworn as his representatives. With me are warriors of our Lords Legios Astartes, his Space Marines.

Fear them not! For though they are beyond mankind, they are the instruments by which the Emperor shall redeem the universe....And bring with him the light of truth"

The group of diplomats sent to meet the Chronosians arrived after some time, again dressed like they belonged in Elizabethan/Tudor England. They greeted Sebastian and his enovy and then escorted him to Salisbury Citadel, a massive structure which also served as one of the Empress' residences.

As they all searched for the room they were to meet in, they passed massive doors guarded by two heavily armed men. That was the Throne Room, where Empress Elizabeth was at the moment. This was, after all, one of her residences.

They arrived soon at their room, medium sized but comfortable. Sitting all around the Round Table, the leader of the diplomats of Carcasonne, who name was Alexander Wyndham, looked at the Chronosians and began to speak to them in an English accent.

"Our government is pleased to open diplomatic relations with Chronosia, we are hopeful that this meeting will be fruitful for both of us."

"And we are pleased to come here in the name of our Liege-Lord." Sebastian bowed his head, while the Astartes warriors stood impassively behind him, unmoving, unyielding, their superhuman forms aglow in ceramite plate. Power swords and bolters at their belts. They dwarved him in their might and glory, these warriors of the Dark Gods, warriors far beyond the mere men of the Imperial Guard. Enhanced and engineered, made so much more than they had once been...

Sebastian smiled, clasping his hands, letting his fingers close around each other, glowing in their finery.

"We are a great and revered human soceity, blessed by the gifts of the Gods and the leadership of the Emperor. We have conquered many worlds, colonised many others. There is much you could learn from us, and much which we could offer you." He chuckled softly, looking to the Astartes before turning back to regard the foreign diplomats.

"We would know more about you, and I'm sure you have many questions."

"and what will you trade"said Wolf

"What resources does your nation wish to obtain? Is there any resources you are in need of?"

"And we are pleased to come here in the name of our Liege-Lord." Sebastian bowed his head, while the Astartes warriors stood impassively behind him, unmoving, unyielding, their superhuman forms aglow in ceramite plate. Power swords and bolters at their belts. They dwarved him in their might and glory, these warriors of the Dark Gods, warriors far beyond the mere men of the Imperial Guard. Enhanced and engineered, made so much more than they had once been...

Sebastian smiled, clasping his hands, letting his fingers close around each other, glowing in their finery.

"We are a great and revered human soceity, blessed by the gifts of the Gods and the leadership of the Emperor. We have conquered many worlds, colonised many others. There is much you could learn from us, and much which we could offer you." He chuckled softly, looking to the Astartes before turning back to regard the foreign diplomats.

"We would know more about you, and I'm sure you have many questions."

The diplomats had escorted the Chronosians to the room they would be meeting in and they had all taken their places at the Round Table, as such tables were often used for diplomatic meetings. The leading diplomat began to speak to the Chronosians.

"Perhaps you could explain to us what you can offer us and what we can learn from you. Your nation is quite interesting to us and we would not mind taking some minutes to learn more about it."

The other diplomats nodded in agreement and turned their eyes towards the Chronosians, hoping soon for a response. As they waited, the leading diplomat talked to one of his nearby peers for a quick moment and then his eyes swiftly turned back to Sebastian.

"What resources does your nation wish to obtain? Is there any resources you are in need of?"

"none,what arts and crafts and well made clothing you have"ask Wolf

"none,what arts and crafts and well made clothing you have"ask Wolf

"We have Palladium, a special metal that can help vessels withstand attack. Also, we have Salisbury Silk, which is silk that is pretty strong and can be used to make well made clothes. These are two things we can offer."

"We have Palladium, a special metal that can help vessels withstand attack. Also, we have Salisbury Silk, which is silk that is pretty strong and can be used to make well made clothes. These are two things we can offer."

"no thank you we have our own way of making armour plating,the Silk on the other hand sound like something that be useful"said Wolf

Looking for future tech nations to open diplomacy with my nation.

The small cruiser touched down elegantly on the landing strip, steam being released in hissing blasts from the bottom vents, cooling the engines and bringing them back to neutral. The crewman flipped switches, pressed buttons, and powered down the ship, leaving only minor defences, communications and scanners online.

A platform began to lower from the grey hull, slowly making the four meter journey down to the ground, its cargo four men. Three stood in a perfect line, all dressed alike in the silvery armor of the Republican legions, their close-faced helmets making them look identicle in every way, and the blaster rifles they carried showed them ready, as well as the energy blade emmiters hanging from their utility belts. Standing at the fore was the Republican diplomat, dressed in a light blue tunic, with a pristine white toga wrapped around him; on his feet, elegant court sandles with bronze clasps and buckles. In his hands, a scepter of pure gold; a footlong cylinder with an eagle against a laurel wreath on the tip. It was this artifact that showed he spoke with the authority of the Senate.

The natives approached, their clothing of ancient style, already a sign that there were similarities in culture between the Republic and these people. They stopped about two meters away from the Taledonian party, and before they could utter one word, the Republican began his introduction.

"On behalf of the Senate and People of the Republic, I, Decimus Marius Forentius, greet your people. By the will of the Gods, I, a most humble diplomat, have been granted the authority to treat with your people, and negotiate anything that I judge benificial to our societies."

The diplomats had escorted the Chronosians to the room they would be meeting in and they had all taken their places at the Round Table, as such tables were often used for diplomatic meetings. The leading diplomat began to speak to the Chronosians.

"Perhaps you could explain to us what you can offer us and what we can learn from you. Your nation is quite interesting to us and we would not mind taking some minutes to learn more about it."

The other diplomats nodded in agreement and turned their eyes towards the Chronosians, hoping soon for a response. As they waited, the leading diplomat talked to one of his nearby peers for a quick moment and then his eyes swiftly turned back to Sebastian.

"There is much to learn from the chosen of the true Gods." Sebastian let his feral grin creep back into his features. "We specialise in many ornate and unique forms of weaponry, transport and communication. We have a large array of...Human traffic." He coughs lightly. "Slaves, servitors, psykers and other human resources.

We have access to arcane and archaic technologies, such as what makes my associates here so much more than mere men. But these are not things we would idly trade. Beautiful and durable metals, fabrics, woods...All of these are the spoils of association with the Imperium.

Not least in what you will learn of our culture and faith..."

"no thank you we have our own way of making armour plating,the Silk on the other hand sound like something that be useful"said Wolf

"The silk can be used to make some excellent clothing. It is a popular material used in our nation."

"There is much to learn from the chosen of the true Gods." Sebastian let his feral grin creep back into his features. "We specialise in many ornate and unique forms of weaponry, transport and communication. We have a large array of...Human traffic." He coughs lightly. "Slaves, servitors, psykers and other human resources.

We have access to arcane and archaic technologies, such as what makes my associates here so much more than mere men. But these are not things we would idly trade. Beautiful and durable metals, fabrics, woods...All of these are the spoils of association with the Imperium.

Not least in what you will learn of our culture and faith..."

The diplomats listened closely to what Sebastian said, there were a bit intrigued by the mentioning of technology and resources. The leading diplomat of Carcasonne began to speak after Sebastian finished his speech.

"We would like to know more about the metals, etc you offer, as well as technology, not specifically what makes your associates here "more than mere men", we mean other technologies. As for culture, are you suggesting one of those "cultural exchanges?"

"The silk can be used to make some excellent clothing. It is a popular material used in our nation."

"we use it in civil and a small amount in military and right now we had a bad Silk year"

"we use it in civil and a small amount in military and right now we had a bad Silk year"

"If you have had a bad silk year, we would not mind offering you some of our silk."

"We have many technologies. Most technology we possess is highly revered and ancient, tended to by the Mechanicus, Dark Priests of the Machine." He pauses for a moment, as though allowingf it to set in. "Many metals and materials, from adamantium, to ceramite. Plasteel and others. We also produce many weapons, from bolters which fire mass-reactive shells, to lasguns.

We have many immense vessels, and warmachines the likes of which are rarely seen. Titan Legions, millions of warriors, tanks, aircraft...And the Astartes." He gestures to his bodyguards. "The Space Marines, genetically and surgically enhanced. The finest armed and armoured troops in the Imperium.

As for our culture, we thrive upon conflict and industry, but also nurture trade. And we try, wherever we go, to introduce our...Faith"

"If you have had a bad silk year, we would not mind offering you some of our silk."

"that would do fine"

"We have many technologies. Most technology we possess is highly revered and ancient, tended to by the Mechanicus, Dark Priests of the Machine." He pauses for a moment, as though allowingf it to set in. "Many metals and materials, from adamantium, to ceramite. Plasteel and others. We also produce many weapons, from bolters which fire mass-reactive shells, to lasguns.

We have many immense vessels, and warmachines the likes of which are rarely seen. Titan Legions, millions of warriors, tanks, aircraft...And the Astartes." He gestures to his bodyguards. "The Space Marines, genetically and surgically enhanced. The finest armed and armoured troops in the Imperium.

As for our culture, we thrive upon conflict and industry, but also nurture trade. And we try, wherever we go, to introduce our...Faith"

"What is your faith about?" one of the diplomats of Carcasonne asked, curiousity filling his voice with every word.

"We are interested in your technology and resources, we would like to know if a deal can be arranged so that our nation may aquire some of your technology and resources." another diplomat began to say.

The other diplomats asked no other questions, as they became to be busy discussing things amongst themselves for a couple of minutes or so.

"that would do fine"

"How much would you like to have?"

"How much would you like to have?"

"fill Six of what ever the largest bulk carriers you have of it and i'll give four full of what i've said"

"M'ilord Artanis, have you heard?" Asked a Warlock, as he approached Seer Artanis. He stood in the luminescent garden that held many of the Craftworld's oldest and most beautiful plant life, all glowing a faint white or green light in the dark sky.

Artanis, most prominent, eldest and powerful Seer in the Craftworld was himself quite a specimen of physical and mental perfection. He was tall, lean but suitably muscular for an Eldar, despite the fact it had been many long centuries since had last seen combat. His silver hair stretched well past his shoulders, and his eyes were a deep ruby color.

"Yes, Hihalr I have. But tell me, why should I take any particular interest in yet another nation of disgusting Mon-keigh's desire to meet with yet more Mon-Keigh?" He asked with a sigh.

Hihalr simply smiled. "To my knowledge, Lord, their last Monarch passed away quite recently. Obviously, this is a...sensitive time for them. And a perfect time for us to insert some of our influence into their government."

Artanis thought about it for a moment, closing his eyes and coldly calculating. It was of course preferable that the Craftworld have allies, allies in which they could throw at any given enemy. One million Mon-Keigh deaths never had, nor would they ever surmount to the loss of just one Keigh in his races eyes.

"Very well. Send Tereah, and a small entourage of warlocks to meet with them. I do hope this won't be a mere waste of our time..."

And so, the following message was sent to them:

In the name of Kionash Ra-Ithen, we greet you, Carcassone Seven. We would be honored to meet with your people and discuss all manner of treaties, agreements and pacts that may benefit both of our peoples. If you would have us, we would be honored to send someone to represent us at this meeting.

A Cruiser pops into Carcasonne Seven space, escorted by two frigates. A message is sent down to the planet:
Greetings. We are the Xiscapians. We have recieved your message, and wish to open diplomatic ties with your fine nation. Please transmit coordinates as to where you would like us to land.

"M'ilord Artanis, have you heard?" Asked a Warlock, as he approached Seer Artanis. He stood in the luminescent garden that held many of the Craftworld's oldest and most beautiful plant life, all glowing a faint white or green light in the dark sky.

Artanis, most prominent, eldest and powerful Seer in the Craftworld was himself quite a specimen of physical and mental perfection. He was tall, lean but suitably muscular for an Eldar, despite the fact it had been many long centuries since had last seen combat. His silver hair stretched well past his shoulders, and his eyes were a deep ruby color.

"Yes, Hihalr I have. But tell me, why should I take any particular interest in yet another nation of disgusting Mon-keigh's desire to meet with yet more Mon-Keigh?" He asked with a sigh.

Hihalr simply smiled. "To my knowledge, Lord, their last Monarch passed away quite recently. Obviously, this is a...sensitive time for them. And a perfect time for us to insert some of our influence into their government."

Artanis thought about it for a moment, closing his eyes and coldly calculating. It was of course preferable that the Craftworld have allies, allies in which they could throw at any given enemy. One million Mon-Keigh deaths never had, nor would they ever surmount to the loss of just one Keigh in his races eyes.

"Very well. Send Tereah, and a small entourage of warlocks to meet with them. I do hope this won't be a mere waste of our time..."

And so, the following message was sent to them:

In the name of Kionash Ra-Ithen, we greet you, Carcassone Seven. We would be honored to meet with your people and discuss all manner of treaties, agreements and pacts that may benefit both of our peoples. If you would have us, we would be honored to send someone to represent us at this meeting.

A reply was sent sometime after the message was recieved:

"The Government of Carcasonne Seven is interested in establishing diplomatic relations with your nation, hoping that in a meeting we can discuss all sorts of things, such as establishing embassies. We hope that our meeting can be productive."

A reply was sent sometime after the message was recieved:

"The Government of Carcasonne Seven is interested in establishing diplomatic relations with your nation, hoping that in a meeting we can discuss all sorts of things, such as establishing embassies. We hope that our meeting can be productive."

Most excellent. Please, transmit coordinates as to where we are to land, and any other special instructions or rules we must obey while we are in your territory.

Greetings. We are the Xiscapians. We have recieved your message, and wish to open diplomatic ties with your fine nation. Please transmit coordinates as to where you would like us to land.

There is an airport that is near the area where the meeting shall be held. You may land there, here are the coordinates...."

Most excellent. Please, transmit coordinates as to where we are to land, and any other special instructions or rules we must obey while we are in your territory.

"There is an airport near the area where our meeting is to be held, this is where you can land. The coordinates shall be included in this message...."

A shuttle disembarks from the Cruiser and travels downward towards the planet's surface. On board is the Emperor named Foxfire, his wife, Jade, and four Black Guards, the Emperor's personal bodyguards. Xiscapians are humanoid, but with fox tails and ears, their "human" ears are pointed, they have yellow eyes, and sharp, pointy teeth. They are much faster and more graceful than any human. Now the shuttle lands at the airport. The Emperor and his wife and guards took a transport to the meeting place, where they entered the chambers which held the Carcasonne Sevens and the Chronosians. The Emperor sat down with his wife at the table, as two guards flanked their seats and the other two took up positions by the door. The Emperor bowed to those around the table. "Greetings, we are the Xiscapians. I do not mean to intterupt. Please continue."
OOC: This is my last post for tonight

And so, utmost haste was made in sending the Craftworld's own diplomatic party to meet with this new nation....

~~~~

Farseer Tereah sighed audibly as she glanced at her self. Where she expected to see a suit of Wraithbone armor covering her form from head to toe, which was her usual choice of attire, she now saw an elegant crimson and silver colored dress. To add insult to injury, her fiery red hair which she preferred to leave hang loose, was now pinned up in a sophisticated bun.

"Do remind me...why do I look like this?" Tereah asked rheortically as she stepped into the room where her entourage awaited. Four warlocks and two Guardians made up the small diplomatic group.

"Artanis instructed that we are too look as non-threatening as possible to their eyes. And I would say that you gallivanting through their capital in Wraithbone armor, armed to the teeth would be the opposite of that." One of the Warlocks remarked sarcastically. As much as Tereah wanted to throttle him for his tone of voice, she knew he was right.

"Yes, yes I know. But still..." Tereah felt uncomfortable being unarmed, especially when she was around Mon-Keigh. With their inferior intellects, who knew what they could try to do to her? With that in mind, she grabbed a Shuriken pistol from a near by rack and strapped it with a belt to her right leg, under her dress and thus concealing it. She looked to see some of the Warlocks had questioning looks on their faces.

"I like to keep one handy. For close encounters." She replied simply. Finally, she felt the small shuttle they were all being transported in depart the Cruiser that had carried it here, and felt the inertia of it's descent into the planets atmosphere. Within a few minutes, the shuttle landed at the airport, which the coordinates dictated.

With another sigh, Tereah began walking down the ramp and onto the landing pad, even before it had fully descended. Her entourage soon followed her and waited to be greeted by their hosts.

((OOC: Just FYI, Eldar basically look like Space Elves, in case you didn't know. :p ))

And so, utmost haste was made in sending the Craftworld's own diplomatic party to meet with this new nation....

~~~~

Farseer Tereah sighed audibly as she glanced at her self. Where she expected to see a suit of Wraithbone armor covering her form from head to toe, which was her usual choice of attire, she now saw an elegant crimson and silver colored dress. To add insult to injury, her fiery red hair which she preferred to leave hang loose, was now pinned up in a sophisticated bun.

"Do remind me...why do I look like this?" Tereah asked rheortically as she stepped into the room where her entourage awaited. Four warlocks and two Guardians made up the small diplomatic group.

"Artanis instructed that we are too look as non-threatening as possible to their eyes. And I would say that you gallivanting through their capital in Wraithbone armor, armed to the teeth would be the opposite of that." One of the Warlocks remarked sarcastically. As much as Tereah wanted to throttle him for his tone of voice, she knew he was right.

"Yes, yes I know. But still..." Tereah felt uncomfortable being unarmed, especially when she was around Mon-Keigh. With their inferior intellects, who knew what they could try to do to her? With that in mind, she grabbed a Shuriken pistol from a near by rack and strapped it with a belt to her right leg, under her dress and thus concealing it. She looked to see some of the Warlocks had questioning looks on their faces.

"I like to keep one handy. For close encounters." She replied simply. Finally, she felt the small shuttle they were all being transported in depart the Cruiser that had carried it here, and felt the inertia of it's descent into the planets atmosphere. Within a few minutes, the shuttle landed at the airport, which the coordinates dictated.

With another sigh, Tereah began walking down the ramp and onto the landing pad, even before it had fully descended. Her entourage soon followed her and waited to be greeted by their hosts.

((OOC: Just FYI, Eldar basically look like Space Elves, in case you didn't know. :p ))

When Tereah and her envoy arrived, Patrick Reed II, the son of the Governor of Darwin IV greeted her respectfully and with no intention of harming her in his voice at all. He was followed by some other diplomats and some guards.

"You must be Tereah? My name is Patrick Reed the Second, son of this planet's governor and the representative of my nation. Follow me to where we shall be holding our meeting."

Patrick led Tereah and her envoy to Salisbury Citadel, where they would be meeting. "There are other meetings going on at the moment here, but we have a room for us."

Patrick led them to a room which was medium sized and housed a round table. They took their seats and Patrick smiled at Tereah. "Shall we begin?" Patrick said in a calm tone.

A shuttle disembarks from the Cruiser and travels downward towards the planet's surface. On board is the Emperor named Foxfire, his wife, Jade, and four Black Guards, the Emperor's personal bodyguards. Xiscapians are humanoid, but with fox tails and ears, their "human" ears are pointed, they have yellow eyes, and sharp, pointy teeth. They are much faster and more graceful than any human. Now the shuttle lands at the airport. The Emperor and his wife and guards took a transport to the meeting place, where they entered the chambers which held the Carcasonne Sevens and the Chronosians. The Emperor sat down with his wife at the table, as two guards flanked their seats and the other two took up positions by the door. The Emperor bowed to those around the table. "Greetings, we are the Xiscapians. I do not mean to intterupt. Please continue."
OOC: This is my last post for tonight

The diplomats took the Xiscapians to another room, so they could talk without disturbing the ongoing meeting with the Chronosians. They all took their seats and the lead diplomat, Edward Harper began to speak.

"Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to discuss diplomacy with you. I would like to tell you that your wife, who I may say looks beautiful today, is free if she would like, to meet with Empress Anne, who I am sure would not mind having some time to discuss things with your wife."

Edward took some papers from another diplomat and placed them on the table. He began to speak again after looking through them.

"Your Majesty, our government would like to establish diplomatic relations between Xiscapia and Carcasonne Seven. First, we would like to know if we can exchange embassies between us."

Tereah cracked her knuckles and surveyed the room curiously for a few moments, making note of it's exits and entrances, as well as anything else important. Though she could not quite put her finger on it, she felt a strange presence in this building. She felt it the second she sat foot on this planet.

"What? Ah, excuse me. Yes. First though, our deepest sympathies in regards to the loss of your Monarch." Tereah's tone tried to remain polite, but she didn't really see the point in doing so to Mon-Keigh. "And yes...let us begin these discussions, Sir. Patrick. Hopefully they will be beneficial to Eldar, and Mon-Ke...I mean, human alike."

Tereah cracked her knuckles and surveyed the room curiously for a few moments, making note of it's exits and entrances, as well as anything else important. Though she could not quite put her finger on it, she felt a strange presence in this building. She felt it the second she sat foot on this planet.

"What? Ah, excuse me. Yes. First though, our deepest sympathies in regards to the loss of your Monarch." Tereah's tone tried to remain polite, but she didn't really see the point in doing so to Mon-Keigh. "And yes...let us begin these discussions, Sir. Patrick. Hopefully they will be beneficial to Eldar, and Mon-Ke...I mean, human alike."

"Your sympathies are appreciated." Patrick said. "You do not have to call me by my first name, Tereah, but yes let us begin our discussions, which hopefully will be beneficial to both of us."

Patrick began to discuss some things with one of the other diplomats and then turned back to Tereah. "Is your nation opening to exchanging embassies?" Patrick asked. "I think that would be an acceptable topic to discuss first."

(OOC: Hey, where's the response to my last post? Come on, I wanna be led into the palace for discussions too!)

(OOC: Hey, where's the response to my last post? Come on, I wanna be led into the palace for discussions too!)

OOC: I thought I did already lead you into the palace. Let me check.

"Your sympathies are appreciated." Patrick said. "You do not have to call me by my first name, Tereah, but yes let us begin our discussions, which hopefully will be beneficial to both of us."

Patrick began to discuss some things with one of the other diplomats and then turned back to Tereah. "Is your nation opening to exchanging embassies?" Patrick asked. "I think that would be an acceptable topic to discuss first."

Tereah thought for a moment. While any embassy located in the Craftworld would be unthinkable, they had conquered a series of sparsely populated world when they had returned to the galaxy, and used their cities as their local capitals. Surely an embassy located there would do no harm. "I would say yes, we are." She replied with a small smile.

Tereah thought for a moment. While any embassy located in the Craftworld would be unthinkable, they had conquered a series of sparsely populated world when they had returned to the galaxy, and used their cities as their local capitals. Surely an embassy located there would do no harm. "I would say yes, we are." She replied with a small smile.

"That is good news to hear." Patrick said in response. "Just tell us where we can build the embassy." After a couple of minutes, Patrick began to speak on the next topic of discussion. "Tereah, would your nation be open to trade between us?" Patrick said before going to look through his papers, waiting for his guest to make a response.

"That is good news to hear." Patrick said in response. "Just tell us where we can build the embassy." After a couple of minutes, Patrick began to speak on the next topic of discussion. "Tereah, would your nation be open to trade between us?" Patrick said before going to look through his papers, waiting for his guest to make a response.

"Hmm, just a moment." Tereah replied, trying to pinpoint the source of the disturbance in her psyche. It was much closer than she was comfortable with. Worse yet, she recognized what it was. It was Chaos! The vile servants of Chaos were in this very building. "I am wondering, would it be possible to meet the other representatives that have come after we conclude our own meeting?"

"Hmm, just a moment." Tereah replied, trying to pinpoint the source of the disturbance in her psyche. It was much closer than she was comfortable with. Worse yet, she recognized what it was. It was Chaos! The vile servants of Chaos were in this very building. "I am wondering, would it be possible to meet the other representatives that have come after we conclude our own meeting?"

"It would not be a problem, Tereah. However, let us continue with our meeting first." Patrick said. "I had asked you about trade between our nations. Would your nation be open to establishing trade between our two nations?" Patrick went back to looking at his papers, reading them while waiting for Tereah's reply.

"I would ask you what resources you have to offer us, first. What are your nations natural resources, and what would we be gaining from trading with you?" Tereah asked, trying to remain focused on the meeting at hand.

(OOC: Nope, you didn't.)

(OOC: Nope, you didn't.)

OOC: Sorry, I will post soon.

The small cruiser touched down elegantly on the landing strip, steam being released in hissing blasts from the bottom vents, cooling the engines and bringing them back to neutral. The crewman flipped switches, pressed buttons, and powered down the ship, leaving only minor defences, communications and scanners online.

A platform began to lower from the grey hull, slowly making the four meter journey down to the ground, its cargo four men. Three stood in a perfect line, all dressed alike in the silvery armor of the Republican legions, their close-faced helmets making them look identicle in every way, and the blaster rifles they carried showed them ready, as well as the energy blade emmiters hanging from their utility belts. Standing at the fore was the Republican diplomat, dressed in a light blue tunic, with a pristine white toga wrapped around him; on his feet, elegant court sandles with bronze clasps and buckles. In his hands, a scepter of pure gold; a footlong cylinder with an eagle against a laurel wreath on the tip. It was this artifact that showed he spoke with the authority of the Senate.

The natives approached, their clothing of ancient style, already a sign that there were similarities in culture between the Republic and these people. They stopped about two meters away from the Taledonian party, and before they could utter one word, the Republican began his introduction.

"On behalf of the Senate and People of the Republic, I, Decimus Marius Forentius, greet your people. By the will of the Gods, I, a most humble diplomat, have been granted the authority to treat with your people, and negotiate anything that I judge benificial to our societies."

The lead Carcasonne diplomat, Richard Smith greeted Decimus and his envoy as they landed. "On behalf of the Government and Nation, I, Richard Smith welcome you to our nation. I hope that we shall have a productive meeting."

Richard led Decimus and his group to Salisbury Citadel, where they would be holding their meeting. After finding a room, which was of medium sized and had a round table, they took their seats at the round table.

"Shall we begin our discussions? Perhaps we can begin by discussing the exchange of embassies between our nations." Richard said, taking out some papers and studying them for a moment.

"I would ask you what resources you have to offer us, first. What are your nations natural resources, and what would we be gaining from trading with you?" Tereah asked, trying to remain focused on the meeting at hand.

"Gold, oil, silk, metals, we have numerous resources. Are there any resources your nation is in need of, any your nation requires?" Patrick replied.

"Gold, oil, silk, metals, we have numerous resources. Are there any resources your nation is in need of, any your nation requires?" Patrick replied.

Tereah really couldn't think of any resource the Craftworld had a deficit of, but she decided to humor him for good measure. "Why, yes actually. All of the things you mentioned would be of great assistance to our nation." She replied warmly,trying to put the charm on.

Tereah really couldn't think of any resource the Craftworld had a deficit of, but she decided to humor him for good measure. "Why, yes actually. All of the things you mentioned would be of great assistance to our nation." She replied warmly,trying to put the charm on.

"We would like to know first what things you have a deficit of, after all we would not want to give another nation resources it does not need, now would we?" Patrick said, smiling a bit. "Is there anything you would like to discuss, Tereah?"

The lead Carcasonne diplomat, Richard Smith greeted Decimus and his envoy as they landed. "On behalf of the Government and Nation, I, Richard Smith welcome you to our nation. I hope that we shall have a productive meeting."

Richard led Decimus and his group to Salisbury Citadel, where they would be holding their meeting. After finding a room, which was of medium sized and had a round table, they took their seats at the round table.

"Shall we begin our discussions? Perhaps we can begin by discussing the exchange of embassies between our nations." Richard said, taking out some papers and studying them for a moment.

Marius took his seat at the table and began to mull over the idea of exchanging embassies.

"I believe that would be acceptable, as it is a common thing for nations to do. Although we do have some building codes, specifically that the embassy cannot be more than two stories high if it is on the ground. IN orbit you have free reign to build whatever you want, but good luck finding some room, the various spaceports and shipyards seem to clutter the entire area."

The diplomats took the Xiscapians to another room, so they could talk without disturbing the ongoing meeting with the Chronosians. They all took their seats and the lead diplomat, Edward Harper began to speak.

"Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to discuss diplomacy with you. I would like to tell you that your wife, who I may say looks beautiful today, is free if she would like, to meet with Empress Anne, who I am sure would not mind having some time to discuss things with your wife."

Edward took some papers from another diplomat and placed them on the table. He began to speak again after looking through them.

"Your Majesty, our government would like to establish diplomatic relations between Xiscapia and Carcasonne Seven. First, we would like to know if we can exchange embassies between us."
Jade nodded, her long ebony hair shifting slightly as she did so. "I would like that." she said softly. The Emperor spoke. "We too would like to establish diplomatic ties with you, as our trade and alliances are few and far in between, being as isolated and quiet as we are. It would easy to built a embassy in Rio Casa, our capitol, for your delegates. In return, of course, we would like to have an embassy here. We have many things to trade for as well. Gold, silver, power gems, timber, as well as finely crafted katana swords, some of the best in the galaxy. We'd also like to meet a few of the other delegates here."

"What is your faith about?" one of the diplomats of Carcasonne asked, curiousity filling his voice with every word.

"We are interested in your technology and resources, we would like to know if a deal can be arranged so that our nation may aquire some of your technology and resources." another diplomat began to say.

The other diplomats asked no other questions, as they became to be busy discussing things amongst themselves for a couple of minutes or so.

"Our faith is the faith of Chaos. The glorys of the Dark Gods! We worship the four; Khorne, the God of Blood. Tzeentch, architect of fate and lies, the master of magic and sorcery. Nurgle, the lord of Decay and death! Slaanesh, glorious Slaanesh, the Dark Prince of Excess! These are the names we revere, the names we honor." His face was twisted in almost zealous lust, a cackle upon his lips.

"A deal could be made for aspects of our technology and resources, assuming that you have that which you could offer in trade. We would be appeased only by gifts which match our own, which honor us and are offered in most glorious supplication.

There is much to be learned from us, much that the Imperium can gift to those willing to know its inner workings, to taste of its forbidden knowledges."

He turned, nodding to one of his Marines. The Noise Marine grinned like some feral beast, sniffing the air like a beast. He smirked, his senses alight with the feel of the place, with raw sensation from the air itself. There was a feeling in the air, as though something drew near, the presence of some ancient enemy sending a shudder through his very frame. Everything was alight...

Outside, one of the Black Guards sniffed the air. Humans. But with a dark, evil stench about them. Somewhere around here... The Guard shifted uneasily and stroked his blaster rifle. He didn't like this one bit...

"We would like to know first what things you have a deficit of, after all we would not want to give another nation resources it does not need, now would we?" Patrick said, smiling a bit. "Is there anything you would like to discuss, Tereah?"

"I suppose we do have shortage of gold to be specific..." Tereah replied with a shrug, naming the first thing that came to mind. "Yes, gold it is then. What is it that you would like in return, though?"

bump?

((OOC: Yeah...I think he's gone. A shame too...I was really looking forward to that little showdown.))

OOC: Uh...did this thing just die?

OOC: Uh...did this thing just die?

yup they fell off the face of II

Damn. This thing could have been good! :(