(IR) The 5th IR - 3rd OOC Thread (OPEN)

[Edena_of_Neith]

Eclavdra blinks as Jade disappears, then relaxes and smiles, and sips her darkwine.
She continues conversationally with the other diplomats at the table, awaiting Jade's (or whoever comes) return.

When the Sikari return, if they teleport right into the hall, Eclavdra raises an eyebrow, and tsks, and says bemusedly:

Dropping in via teleport to the Queen's hall without notice?

Then, she giggles, tucks her hair back behind her ears, and beckons them to sit. Then she speaks, her voice soft, gentle, and amused:

Be wary of doing so in the Halls of Rel Mord, Rel Astra, Chendl, or Molag. People of the Flanaess are not accustomed to your ways yet. Allow them time to learn the ways of the honorable Sikari of the West.

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If the Sikari teleport to outside the High Palace, the guards bow in silent respect, and usher them in at once, as they did before.
Once they enter the audience hall, Eclavdra stands and curtsies, bowing her head to the Sikari, then beckons them to sit at the table once more.

 

[Melkor Lord Of ALL!]

Public Post, all can read!

Radiant!

Your messangers reach the city of Shavarash, escorted by a patrol of Skeletons led by an arrogant Vampire Noble. You see the eccentric Palaces of Nosferatu Lords, with huge towers of silver, crimson, black and purple illuminated by faint magical lights. Shapes of some citadels resemble Demonic Beasts, while others are similar to surface architecture, either flamboyant or ascethic. This magnificent city could surpass the beauty of Erelhei-Cinhu, Drowish capital, if it had a more unified style.

On the streets you see thousands of humanoid slaves, few of them even humans or elves, wearing expressions of apathy, sometimes terror and despair, they clearly abandmomed all thoughts of opposing their cruel Masters. There are also some living non-slaves too, mostly Duergar, Drow and Kuo-Toa merchants, though they also seem to feel uneasy in this place. You also see Skeleton and Zombie patrols, some created from minotaurs, Ogres, Trolls and even Giants, all marching in perfect order and sinister silence. Finally there are Vampires, riding giant lizards, they look at other beings as a one would look at vermins.

After the gloomy journey you reach the biggest palace, simple black dome with crimson towers, statues of Vampires brutally slaughtering their enemies presented in the courtyard. Here you are greeted by a beautiful Vampire, female half-Drow wearing silver dress and jevelry. Only the spark of hatred and greed in her eyes spoils this charming presence.

"Welcome, I am Princess Lanfear, i will bring you before my father!"- She smiles like a she-tiger, showing her impressing fangs, and leads you to the giant chamber, where ceiling resembles the night sky of Oerth, every star and constellation visible. Here you see a figure sitting on the throne, a very handsome, regally looking man, dressed in black armor and crimson robes, with long raven black hair. You can feel a terrible aura of dread around this being, implying great power and evil.

"Greetings, I am Gallador, you have interrupted my meditations, it is hard even for a strong and pure mind to fully understand recent events. What can the Claw offer me? What do you seek on Oerth, what are your origins?"

 

[Melkor Lord Of ALL!]

William Ronald!

[sblock]A Duergar embassy seeks an audience with Al`Akbar, led by Prince Rothgar Darksteel, son of the Duergar King. They claim to bring gifts on behalf of the entire Gallador`s Concord. There seem to be no Undeath among them.[/sblock]

 

[Darkness]

We could use a little more Darkness in the IR . Join us.

Yes, Darkness, Join Us. Just think what it will do for your post-count

Hehe. I'm spending too much time in front of the computer as is. If I start playing in an IR, I won't get anything done.

 

[Bugbear]

Public Post (feel free to read)

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Queen Eclavdra nods solemnly, then speaks to King Rhynnon again through the Magic Mirror:

Your Majesty, the drow appreciate the wreckage and ruin of the Greyhawk Wars, and acknowledge your claims for redress: however, we cannot control those on the surface, or speak for them. Much less, be responsible for them.
If those on the surface would allow the Whispered One ((Vecna)) and his legions to whelm them, because they had weakened each other in war, they would find his rule very ... unpleasant. Iuz knows this ... and I am assuming he is making all efforts to ready for the Whispered One's coming.
If we are not attacked, and thus have the military strength at hand, we will send great force to the aid of Nyrond and all who stand against the Whispered One, when he appears. If others will leave us in peace, we intend to bring peace to the Celestial Imperium, which has collasped with the passing of the Gods. In this, we intend to work with the Sikari.
We sincerely hope Iuz in his wisdom sees our point of view, and turns his eye to the north: to the Solistarim, who are silent, and kill all emissaries sent to talk to them, and who have made common cause with Acererak ... and is he not a suel kindred to the Whispered One?
We hope Iuz and Aerdi will perceive the real threat. All our lives are forfeit if the Whispered One triumphs. Al'Akbar and the Baklunish Empire have agreed to mutual defense with us when the threat appears.
A garden? Hmmm ... a bed of weeds, filled with vermin. (she smiles wryly) Quite a job, for any gardener. I hoe the earth, clear the weeds, and shoot the vermin. Such is my calling.
There is an expression among your people: 'mad dogs.' We appreciate the surface elves think of us, the drow, as 'mad dogs.' I do not hope to ameliorate this hatred: I am not a diety that I could do the impossible.
Yet I do hope to prevent the Whispered One from inflicting a fate horrific beyond imagination to our surface brethren.
(she smiles wryly)
We may be 'mad dogs' to the elves, but we are not so mad we would deal with the devils, and accept their gifts. However, the Whispered One will, as will others. Oerth, including Oerth Below, is threatened with annihilation. (she shakes her head) May Lolth save us all.

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At the mention of the name Vecna, all color drains from Rhynnon’s face, though his expression does not change. Vecna,! He thinks, It cannot be. But the crown would tell me if she was lying, or even distorting the truth for advantage.

“My lady, are you saying that the maimed one is returning to Oreth? How can you know this? Surely the Grey Seer would have… Forgive Lady Eclavdra, but I must speak with my advisors immediately. I am certain we will speak again soon.” With this King Rhynnon ends the communication.
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A short time later, Rhynnon is standing in the west tower, home of the Grey Seer, Royal Diviner and advisor to the last three kings of Nyrond. The circular room is filled to bursting with books, maps, and scrolls. Strange devices and hunks of crystal quartz are scattered about in seeming disorder, and in the center of the chamber, hunched over a book filled with complex equations and diagrams sat the Grey Seer.

“what do you mean, it makes sense?”, Said Rhynnon impatiently.

The Seer looks up from his work and smiles, “Well, Seth, consider what I told you, There is something major happening in the planes. The Gods have stopped speaking to their clerics, stopped granting spells. With the recent return of Al'Akbar to the material plane, and now the possible return of Vecna… Lets just say that certain deities lack the strength to survive long without worshipers. The minor deities are making there way to the material plane in order to ensure their own existence.” The old man pauses, seeming to forget the presence of his king.
“Something terrible must be happening out there for the gods to seek refuge here. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ye’Cind or Zagyig put in an appearance soon.” He mused as he began hunting through the mound of papers on his desk.

“What does this mean for us then?”

The Seer, startled to hear rhynnon’s voice knocks over a tower of books, and as he bends down to clean up the mess he says, "I shall consult the runes and check the stars, but in my opinion, it doesn’t bode well for the mortal races of Oreth, not well at all...


Edena, Check you E-mail Please

 

[Album Cover X]

I’m not promising much… just enough to get the “egyptian” flavor to come thru… Those who are knowledgeable about Egypt... please note I’m fully aware that I’ve taken certain concepts and… twisted them. I’m not aiming for accuracy

This is just a start... I'll post more here soon...

PC: Pharaoh Duamutef. Rumored to be a son of the one of the Lost Gods of Ta Neteru. He is often depicted as a gnoll or a gnoll-headed man. One of four brothers. (class levels in progress… some cleric… some wizard… maybe the pharaoh template from Hamunaptra d20)

Artifacts:
The Peshent (the crown of the Pharaoh)
The Amduat (a book of spells, many concerning themes of death or the dead)

Powers
Ta Neteru
Races:

• human: comprise a large majority of the population
• gnoll: maybe 10% of the population… once hunted and feared, the gnoll community has enjoyed renewed status inside Ta Neteru’s borders… many served in a military capacity
• sphinx: represents a small fraction… serve as advisors for Duamutef. Still critical and cautious of this man who would be ruler. The jury is still out but Duamutef makes progress with them everyday.
• leonals: very small in number… they speak of Zep Tepi, the First Time… also represents a few lions of various types (dire, celestial, awakened, etc.)

Organizations:

• The Udjat: (spies of the Pharaoh… work in progress)

Tribes of Ellaves
Suhfang

From the writings of Semyol Sellon, a traveling scholar from the Flanaess…

I have been fortunate now to have spent nearly a month here in Ta Neteru. The Land of the Gods. Here under the sun. Here among the relics of a lost age. Here where the sand meets the sky.

It is been quite an experience. I have questioned many of the ideas former scholars have put forth about this region. But the one fact I am sure of is everything begins and ends the Ta Neteru’s pharaoh.

Many believe he is a god returned from the heavens in the form of a man. To lead his people back to an age of glory. Even the surrounding lands, once filled with skeptics now fall in line – eager to obey this icon. Thus the Rekyht – those who worship the Pharaoh - grows daily. In turn, the Pharaoh seems to grow in power and magnificence; a cycle that is a sight to behold.

Ta Neteru was not always the united nation I now sit upon. Formerly called Sekhem, the land was divided into two. The Pharaoh wearing the Peshent united the lands in a swift campaign. Diplomacy and reason, it seems, were used as much if not more than sword and magic.

Duamutef has instilled a sense of destiny into his people. Many nations and rules speak of these notions. Maybe some do it as to not offend their respective religions. Some do it as to help morale and promote self-worth. But Duamutef and his Rekyht seem very different to this scribe.

 

[Anabstercorian]

To Radiant (A public post):

[sblock]Eli Tomorast is an imposing figure - tall, bold, magically and supernaturally active beyond most reasonable limits. Easily a match for most Sikari. He evaluates your proposal quietly, caressing his long beard, before responding.
"Your offer is intriguing," he says simply. "I do think your people and mine could work well together indeed. Please, do come here."
He stands, and with a gesture raises a great map of his little corner of Oerth - the Greyhawk Isthmus, which connects the League of Athyr and Greater Nyrond, which locks the Nyr Dyv from the Sea of Gearnat.
"This is the expanse of my power - and by 'my', I of course include by honorable companions Rary and Robilar," he says firmly. "Observe to the left the vast expanse of the League of Athyr, noble, proud, and utterly overwhelming to the face of our feeble military power. Observe to the right Greater Nyrond, who holds that our city Seltaren is unlawfully stolen from them and holds no love for us. Observer to the north the dread Iuz, one of the last living gods, whose ambition is limitless and borders the north shore of the Nyr Dyv."
"These are the game pieces that concern me, and your presence could make things easier for me, and for you."
"We desire your contract with us as a deterrent force. In exchange for your public committment to defend the Triumvirate Rebellious and our territories from aggression by foreign powers - you would certainly have no obligation to aid us in any fits of imperial ambition on our part - we would support the Celestial Imperium with our counterinsurgency expertise and with favorable tribute in goods and wealth. Does this appeal to you?"[/sblock]

 

[Edena_of_Neith]

Ok Album. I'll put this information in your roster ASAP.
Welcome to the 5th IR!

EDIT: I've put in the information from your post above, Album X. Check your template.

 

[Edena_of_Neith]

Rats. My fiendish plan to get Darkness sucked into yet another IR has failed.

Hey Darkness, tell Gez we need him. Creamsteak is the only illithid player. The poor illithid. They need more representation!

 

[Creamsteak]

Nah, I'll conquer the rest of them. Just give me some time.