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Welcome to the island of Tezcatlipocca

EDIT: NEW PICTURE
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Located in the Beautiful West in Indies, in the eastern Caribbean lies The island this gem has recently been discovered by the Surailian Imperial Navy. And Is on its Way to Colonization and Civilisation

The climate in Tezcatlipocca is tropical, with hot and humid weather, although higher inland regions have a more temperate climate. Some regions on the south coast are relatively dry rain-shadow areas.

Area:243 Km

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The island was settled last year by People from the Kingdom of Vichy (south east Surailia) and has opened its doors to the rest of the world.

here are photos of the islands beauty:

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AND THE JOINT ISLAND
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Karabi's stomach hurt. He had become ill from eating too much of the tribe's kill last night, a huge Palm-Elk. Hopefully, the witch doctor would give him a cure.

He rolled out of his hut, nothing mroe than a well-designed tent of palm leaves and dried cassava propped up by wood, and walked the dirt streets of the village.

Karabi's village was named Moruga, one of nineteen similar communities on the island. None of the villages had more than 200 people, but there were a few shifting farmers and fishermen that lived in little camps in the jungle or on the coast. Karabi's people, and the other villagers, preffered to stay in the interior, safe from attack.

赵云 (Zhao Yun), one of the settlers living along the coast to the north, returned home after a long day of hauling tuna from the ocean. His wife and two children awaited for him in his small wooden hut, and they ate their dinner in silence.

His village, named 海南, or Hainan, was situated on a small knob in the northern section of the island. The name of the village literally meant "Ocean south", and relied primarily on fishing for a living. A total of seventy two villagers dwelled in the quaint hamlet.

From his Palace In Port du Roi the Capital of the new island of Surailian claim, Governor Jean-Bertrand Wearisome surveyed the new port, feeling like an adventuror of the old ages he sat back down at his desk and began to write useing an ancient quill pen.

My dearest king Tutoiliapotec,

I hope we haven't perturbed you too much in our building and i will come and visit you soon to discuss our land claims.

Your dearest Friend and Ally Lord Jean-Bertrand Wearisome

Ps: we welcome your son to our recently built hospital

Kartloa (a native from the same village as Karabi) on her late morning walk to fetch some fish for her mother noticed crowd of 20 or so people crowding around the Well. She decided to investigate this strange happening and pushed her way into the crowd. As she got to the center of the circle of people she saw a poster nailed to the town well.


(this poster has been translated for your convenience)
NOTICE!

In my efforts to keep order on this island we the Surailian lords of Tezcalipocca have decided to give you the Natives of Tezcalipocca a territory of your own on this island you are free to leave it if you wish and your chiefs may govern that area in a lawful and right fashion we expect that the native leaders come visit the Island Capital Port du Roi to parlee with His Excellency The Right Honorable Jean-Bertrand Wearisome Governor-general of Tezcalipocca and Regent of His Imperial Majesty Chairman of the Imperial Council Adam Gaultier

This message has been approved by our most benevolent Govenor
Governor Jean-Bertrand Wearisome

Kartloa ran back to the village. Soon, the other villagers and the elders convened in the centre of the jungle settlement.

Cheif Harto (Chiefs are kind of like the executive branch, Elders are the legislators.) sent two warriors to retrieve the notice that the Surailian newcomers had posted by the well.

"We must not let the Offlanders presume to govern us!" shouted Temulpec, an elite warrior.

"Fool!" replied Zanten, a fisherman, "They do govern us! They have magical weapons! We have only earthyl defences! We must do as they command!"

The only thing that could be agreed upon that day was that the village would send a represenatative to Port du Roi to parley. The same was decided in most villages across Tezcatlipocca.

ooc this whole RP takes place in the year 2008 by our calender

IC: the village elders came into Port Du Roi and were surprised by the strange ratio of Natvies to whites in the port. There were almost as many natives in Port du Roi as there were Surailians (whose population has reached more than 50 million [NS standards] by this time)

as they walked along the Newly paved street (there were only a few in the Capital) they couldn't help but stare at the new buildings being constructed.

"What is this Tutoiliapotec" asked a bewildered cheif

"i don't know when i last came here to visit the Guv-an-ur it there was nothing here but a few huts and a big mountain like fort"

"I don't like this they rise mountains from the earth like nothing and bring huge metal monsters with fire for eyes to dig through the hardest of earth!"

"Tutoiliapotec looked at his friends family and fellow chieftains "dont worry my brothers if we cannot defeat or even find peace with these men as we have with the Canotiloans or the Loliputians then it is true and the Great Jaguar has left our people"

From the back a voice

"I told you so Tutoiliapotec the Jaguar left us a long time ago when we left our Aztec and Mayan brothers to come here"

Tutoiliapotec turned to his great uncle " Tutoiliatechna You may be Respected in your village But i am King here I AM THE GREAT JAGUAR"

"you young boys think that your titles are just placed upon you like the Jaguar Crown you wear now You are no Warrior Tutoiliapotec The Guv-an-ur is the Only Great chief i see anymore!"

"Shut your mouth old man...please forgive me this is a time of great turbulence and....." He knew he couldn't show the other chiefs that he was unsure he WAS the jaguar gods son he was divinity on earth he cant show fear "we are here"


The Governor's Mansion:

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The King came to the gate and was greeted by a Surailian Guard in full attire

ooc this whole RP takes place in the year 2008 by our calender

IC: the village elders came into Port Du Roi and were surprised by the strange ratio of Natvies to whites in the port. There were almost as many natives in Port du Roi as there were Surailians (whose population has reached more than 50 million [NS standards] by this time)

as they walked along the Newly paved street (there were only a few in the Capital) they couldn't help but stare at the new buildings being constructed.

"What is this Tutoiliapotec" asked a bewildered cheif

"i don't know when i last came here to visit the Guv-an-ur it there was nothing here but a few huts and a big mountain like fort"

"I don't like this they rise mountains from the earth like nothing and bring huge metal monsters with fire for eyes to dig through the hardest of earth!"

"Tutoiliapotec looked at his friends family and fellow chieftains "dont worry my brothers if we cannot defeat or even find peace with these men as we have with the Canotiloans or the Loliputians then it is true and the Great Jaguar has left our people"

From the back a voice

"I told you so Tutoiliapotec the Jaguar left us a long time ago when we left our Aztec and Mayan brothers to come here"

Tutoiliapotec turned to his great uncle " Tutoiliatechna You may be Respected in your village But i am King here I AM THE GREAT JAGUAR"

"you young boys think that your titles are just placed upon you like the Jaguar Crown you wear now You are no Warrior Tutoiliapotec The Guv-an-ur is the Only Great chief i see anymore!"

"Shut your mouth old man...please forgive me this is a time of great turbulence and....." He knew he couldn't show the other chiefs that he was unsure he WAS the jaguar gods son he was divinity on earth he cant show fear "we are here"


The Governor's Mansion:

http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff165/Adamus4414/govenorsmansion.jpg

The King came to the gate and was greeted by a Surailian Guard in full attire

OOC: Don't RP the natives, that's my job. Otherwise, good post. I like how you explained your NS Standards reasoning with your population. It is often acceptable to do so, but most multiplayer colony threads operate on an RL scale. There are exceptions of course, like 15 million immigrants colonising Jarod's Island in New Brittonia, and such.

IC:

Chicheza was disgusted by the seemingly garish splendour of the Surailians. And of the natives that had joined them. What a strange tribe they were.

Chicheza walked cautiously behind Cheif Harto, as it was his duty to protect him. They walked up to the gate of Guv-ah-nur's hut. As the gate opened, Harto exclaimed, "They have fences that move! Are they gods?".

OOC: Well its obvious that we cant have 50 million people on an island slightly larger than Jamaica. also i just wanted you to get a feel for the culture on tezcatlipocca

A man Smartly dressed in A Formal naval Uniform and wearing white kid gloves
walked out from The Mansion's Heavy Wooden doorway. He was escorted by many other smartly dressed (slightly sinister looking) individuals.

"Ah ha ha you would believe us to be gods wouldn't you you poor dumb bastards! -Oh Impotec leave the bastard part out..." The Native Dressed in a Suralian Fashioned (Armani) Suit, his hair slicked back into a pony tail. Rolled his Eyes "Ti Toma li Opotu Kari maktu tami"

"But we are not gods our "Tribe" Has mastered The sky's power " He was speaking loudly and slowly so that the Natives could Hear every word clearly even though the Transalor was translating for him as he spoke "Its ELECTRICITY....Lightning....BOOM!!"

Impotec sighed and continued to translate....leaving out the boom

Cheif Harto stared at the white men's cheif. He must have been insane. Maybe bad spirits had seeped into his head. Time for skull drilling, perhaps?

"They say they have powers from the Sky Gods, Cheif."

"Oh! Then it is!"

"Then it's what?"

"Huitzitomo, the Sky Virgin, would not give her power to any tribe. But one tribe spoke to her through the Oracle. She heard of their plight, and took with them, and thus gained her powers. But before she took with them, she warned them that the spell would reverse itself if they did not use it to save us from our plight, us being the people of this island."

Chicheza's eyes grew wide, "The chosen Tribe!"

Jean-Bertrand began to shift about nervously.

" Impotec ....you useless.... What are they saying"

"They think the Surailans are the Chosen tribe"

"Ahh....This could be useful.....Invite them in! We the governors must hear more about this Chosen tribe idea"

After recieving the invitation, the two natives reverently entered the Hallowed Lodge of the Chosen Tribe.

The Governor walked in to a large room

"this is the Salon have a seat would you like something to drink? let me get you something and you can tell me about your cultures and where you got this idea that we lead some sort of 'chosen tribe'"

OOC: why r there only 2 this is a summit for ALL the natives