Asfaltum
29-12-2008, 16:18
OOC: Since my return to the NS forums, and the FT galaxies in particular, I have only started or participated in a limited amount of threads, mostly in the form of my sometimes a bit arrogant Technoton Clerics. This does not do justice to my nation as a whole, and so I'm seeking to introduce my nation in it's entirety to the FT forums, hopefully giving a glimpse into how I invision it to be, and paving the way for future RPs of a more interesting and in-depth nature. This thread is open to anyone; friend, foe, neutral, good, evil, light, or dark side, as long as you follow the rules: no fleets jumping in and blowing things up, at least not without my explicit permission. This will be a meeting on neutral ground, but since there will be officials from opposing sides present, I'm sure that there will be one or two arguments, and to spice things up, I will allow these disputes to be settled by a challenge/duel, should the tension be unsurpassable. However, aside from this, the thread is mainly a place for people to get to know each other better. So if you have any questions, here is the place to ask...
IC:
The planet's atmosphere was found to be quite breathable for human life, and along with it's unclaimed yet quite central location in the (StarWars-) galaxy, it was decidedly one of the more favourable locations for the festivities to come. The local fauna and flora had been rather limited, but with the arrival of the large stone buildings otherwise known as the "Academy of Magical Arts" that had all changed rather abruptly, at least in the immediate continental vicinity, which was now filled with snowclad mountains, lush forrests, and quite a few rivers and lakes. The academy buildings had not been chosen to fill their current purpose because of their large spires or ancient origins, impressive as they were, but only for the more mundane reason of being one of the very few large building complexes that could be moved between galaxies on such short notice and with relative ease.
The academy was currently a buzz of activity as last minute preparations were underway; a few mages occupied themselves with the task of bringing the gardens to life by utilizing various assorted and extremely purposeful spells, while a large horde of mechanized clockwork goblins enthusiastically went about the task of setting up varioous decorations, under the watchful supervision of their sentient makers (an association of goblin techies commonly referred to as "the Loose Cannons" for various more or less obvious circumstantial reasons).
Above one of the many courtyards where similar scenes were taking place, a greyhaired figure could be seen peering through one of the many trefoil-arched windows. The figure was that of Muriel Winters, Rector Magnificus of the Chancellery of Martial Magic, who was currently surveying the nearly completed preparations. Behind him stood a massive wooden desk, which quite effectively matched the various other furnishings and elaborate carpets that filled his study (not to mention the fireplace) and which gave the room a rather rustic and oldfashioned, if not ancient, touch (a pattern which was in fact shared by the entire academy). The only noise to be heard in the room was the incessant ticking of a watch, along with the scraping sounds of a feather writing on a sheet of parchment, all by itself, as if guided by an invisible hand. The feather paused, the parchment lifted itself into the air and unto a nearby stack of papers, while the feather continued it's furious scribbling on the next sheet.
The old man plucked absentmindedly at his long white beard for a while, before turning to face the desk with a half-expectant glance. First the short ring of a bell sounded, and then the hologram of a rather muscular Satyr appeared in front of the desk, his thick brown furr mostly concealed by the darkgreen body armour, his tail flicking about impatiently. "The commander of the Rogue Legion has arrived sir, along with the royal ambassador and the representative of the Guild of Brewer Monks. Also, the Technoton Omnimaster, Valerius Marshall, wishes to inspect our security... arrangements." Muriel raised an eyebrow, but decided that jurisdiction issues were the last thing he needed right now. "By all means, accommodate his wishes Thad, and thank you for the update." he replied at the vanishing hologram of Thaddeus Thorne, chief of security.
Sitting down, he adjusted his wire-rimmed spectacles, and read through the invitation message which had been spread throughout the galaxy and undoubtedly had found it's way to countless civilizations, new, old, good, evil, near, and far. He was rather sceptic as to how many foreign dignitaries would actually show up, but that remained to be seen... it was about time they started dropping in...
To whom it may concern, greetings and salutations!
The Royal Technocratic Dominion of Asfaltum would hereby like to invite foreign dignitaries, ranking as ambassador or higher, to participate in the annual celebration of magic, held throughout the Asfaltum realm during three consecutive days. This years celebrations will offer an opportunity for new and old aquaintances to re-establish contacts with our realm, after the rather brutal exile that took place so many years ago. It will also be a neutral ground for officials of all possible nationalites to meet each other on, and discuss recent happenings in this galaxy. Due to the fact that our realm no longer extends itself into this galaxy in terms of planets under our control, we have taken the liberty to set up a temporary location for this meeting, at the coordinates that follow this message. We would also like to point out that our neutrality will be thoroughly enforced, and that absolutely anyone is welcome to join. Should there ensue a dispute of honour, we will of course allow this to be resolved in a duel, but apart from such a deplorable incident taking place, we would like to think of this as a peaceful and neutral meeting, and we hope that you decide to join the festivities. Once again, greetings and salutations.
IC:
The planet's atmosphere was found to be quite breathable for human life, and along with it's unclaimed yet quite central location in the (StarWars-) galaxy, it was decidedly one of the more favourable locations for the festivities to come. The local fauna and flora had been rather limited, but with the arrival of the large stone buildings otherwise known as the "Academy of Magical Arts" that had all changed rather abruptly, at least in the immediate continental vicinity, which was now filled with snowclad mountains, lush forrests, and quite a few rivers and lakes. The academy buildings had not been chosen to fill their current purpose because of their large spires or ancient origins, impressive as they were, but only for the more mundane reason of being one of the very few large building complexes that could be moved between galaxies on such short notice and with relative ease.
The academy was currently a buzz of activity as last minute preparations were underway; a few mages occupied themselves with the task of bringing the gardens to life by utilizing various assorted and extremely purposeful spells, while a large horde of mechanized clockwork goblins enthusiastically went about the task of setting up varioous decorations, under the watchful supervision of their sentient makers (an association of goblin techies commonly referred to as "the Loose Cannons" for various more or less obvious circumstantial reasons).
Above one of the many courtyards where similar scenes were taking place, a greyhaired figure could be seen peering through one of the many trefoil-arched windows. The figure was that of Muriel Winters, Rector Magnificus of the Chancellery of Martial Magic, who was currently surveying the nearly completed preparations. Behind him stood a massive wooden desk, which quite effectively matched the various other furnishings and elaborate carpets that filled his study (not to mention the fireplace) and which gave the room a rather rustic and oldfashioned, if not ancient, touch (a pattern which was in fact shared by the entire academy). The only noise to be heard in the room was the incessant ticking of a watch, along with the scraping sounds of a feather writing on a sheet of parchment, all by itself, as if guided by an invisible hand. The feather paused, the parchment lifted itself into the air and unto a nearby stack of papers, while the feather continued it's furious scribbling on the next sheet.
The old man plucked absentmindedly at his long white beard for a while, before turning to face the desk with a half-expectant glance. First the short ring of a bell sounded, and then the hologram of a rather muscular Satyr appeared in front of the desk, his thick brown furr mostly concealed by the darkgreen body armour, his tail flicking about impatiently. "The commander of the Rogue Legion has arrived sir, along with the royal ambassador and the representative of the Guild of Brewer Monks. Also, the Technoton Omnimaster, Valerius Marshall, wishes to inspect our security... arrangements." Muriel raised an eyebrow, but decided that jurisdiction issues were the last thing he needed right now. "By all means, accommodate his wishes Thad, and thank you for the update." he replied at the vanishing hologram of Thaddeus Thorne, chief of security.
Sitting down, he adjusted his wire-rimmed spectacles, and read through the invitation message which had been spread throughout the galaxy and undoubtedly had found it's way to countless civilizations, new, old, good, evil, near, and far. He was rather sceptic as to how many foreign dignitaries would actually show up, but that remained to be seen... it was about time they started dropping in...
To whom it may concern, greetings and salutations!
The Royal Technocratic Dominion of Asfaltum would hereby like to invite foreign dignitaries, ranking as ambassador or higher, to participate in the annual celebration of magic, held throughout the Asfaltum realm during three consecutive days. This years celebrations will offer an opportunity for new and old aquaintances to re-establish contacts with our realm, after the rather brutal exile that took place so many years ago. It will also be a neutral ground for officials of all possible nationalites to meet each other on, and discuss recent happenings in this galaxy. Due to the fact that our realm no longer extends itself into this galaxy in terms of planets under our control, we have taken the liberty to set up a temporary location for this meeting, at the coordinates that follow this message. We would also like to point out that our neutrality will be thoroughly enforced, and that absolutely anyone is welcome to join. Should there ensue a dispute of honour, we will of course allow this to be resolved in a duel, but apart from such a deplorable incident taking place, we would like to think of this as a peaceful and neutral meeting, and we hope that you decide to join the festivities. Once again, greetings and salutations.