ImmacuNES III: Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy

[hbar]

OOC: Where exactly are the dark dwarves?

 

[Immaculate]

Diplo to Patria:

What would Kyrion of the Golden Hand consider an "appropriate Gift"?

On the Western Dwarves, we know little about them, but belive there "magic" may be fire-powder, an ancient tool and weapon from before the Scourge. If this is true, they maybe bery dangerus indeed.

From Patria to Kraz-ke-Meka

A suitable gift would be 10 gold and 10 trade goods paid over a 15 year term.



Missionaries of the white hand (the religion of the white elves in the far north) arrive with messages
To: the Tabba Ghutt
From: The Hand
The Missionaries of the White Hand stand independent from the Government of the Asgalfar. We seek only to do charitable work, to improve the lot of the poor and the weak. We ask leave to stand apart from your conflict with the white elves, to teach our word, and to help those in need of help.

To: The Baal
From: The Hand

We are pleased that another people successfully survived the horrors that were the past, but we fear that you may have been corrupted by the terrors. Our writings, our archives from the times before the scourge indicate that it was brought upon us by the Highest and most trusted Lieutenant of Agares himself, the great deceiver, the Lord of Despair. In the dark times, it is only natural that a people may fall to the worship of Despair, but now in this new, hopeful time, we hope that your people will see that the past is just the past, and that what worked well in the past no longer is necessary. The All Father, King of All and Father of All, is the epitome of worship, and will keep your people safe through the future everlasting and unchanging in it's glory.
We trust you will take no umbrage to our message of goodwill and good faith, and will allow our missionaries in to spread our knowledge.

 

[Immaculate]

OOC: Where exactly are the dark dwarves?

The nozkam legon city.

 

[Blackbard]

To: The Hand.
From: Undersecretary of High Priestess Feylhin of Baal

We hear your words. While we appreciate dedication to ones God, we fear that you actually believe the drivel that you spread to the unworthy. During our time of captivity Agares saved us and allowed us to thrive and drive back the Horrors. The same can not be said of your all father. Please note that any attempts by The Hand to enter the territories held by the followers of Agares shall be dealt with swiftly and severely.

May Agares bless us all, His will alone that we do not fall into The Great Torment.

 

[Blackbard]

To: Pilsetia
From: The Undersecretary of High Priestess Feylhin of Baal

We hear your words. Thanks are expressed for your good wishes. While we understand the desire to drown ones enemy in Despair and Torment, we have yet to decide where we stand on your issues with Queen Anabella. We will keep future paths of parley open for you.

To: Uld’ar
From: The Undersecretary of High Priestess Feylhin of Baal

We hear your words. Thanks are expressed for your good wishes. We acknowledge you for the compliments regarding diplomacy. We agree that any alliance is premature and not to be entered lightly. Therefore we wish to inform you that avenues for parley shall be open to you in the future

To: the Tabba Ghut
From: The Undersecretary of High Priestess Feylhin of Baal

We hear your words. Once our city is established we will open parley. We do not claim to have entered our Kaer as The Baal, but our rebirth under the gaze of Agares has seen us become The Baal.

To: the Kharkush
From: The Undersecretary of High Priestess Feylhin of Baal

We hear your words. We thank you for your welcome.

May Agares bless us all, His will alone that we do not fall into The Great Torment.

 

[Darksaber1]

To Kyrion of the Golden Hand:

Very well. Your turms are acceptable. Patria clearly knows more then we belived they do.

From, Mechzha-Chreska-Phavia, Herald of the Dragon.

 

[vruchten]

To Palitante
From Kharkush

There is a new danger in both our reach. Alien dwarves being send over the dark abyss. Being slaves and behaving like slavemasters. Normally we are not the first to judge such doing, but these are our premises. So where do you stand?
Will you allow some foreigners to trample around in your front yard?
Will you help us defending our premises?

May your daughters give birth to many strong sons!

 

[Seon]

To Palitante
From Kharkush

There is a new danger in both our reach. Alien dwarves being send over the dark abyss. Being slaves and behaving like slavemasters. Normally we are not the first to judge such doing, but these are our premises. So where do you stand?
Will you allow some foreigners to trample around in your front yard?
Will you help us defending our premises?

May your daughters give birth to many strong sons!

From Isidor
To Kharkush

I stand in Palisper, far from the reaches of the dwarves and even farther from your nation, but I see your point. Unfortunately we are too busy assisting the Kraz recover from Patrian raid these years. We may send assistance to the Nozkam Legon if the things go according to plan.

 

[Diamondeye]

To Uld'ar
From Princess Anabella of the Sjykalfar

Your recent... humbleness towards the Patrian course worries us, and we pray that you have not been decieved by the lies of our former enslavers. I write to you in hopes of finding, if not an ally then at least a friend and comrade. As you know, the Pilsetans have once again decided to bring war to our side of the continent, and our loyal allies, the nation of Throal, has once again proven their valour by lending us their support.

This support will have to pass through Uld'ar lands on a caravan - we trust that the cargo is not touched and the progress of these our allies not hindered by your people. We will consider it your responsibility that the goods pass safely through your lands, and direct your attention to the fact that we have detailed information on the amount of resources being sent, that the full shipment may arrive on time and untouched.

By disrupting this gifted aid, you would declare yourself an ally of Patria and an enemy of the free nations of Barsaïve. I trust your diplomatic skills go beyond such infantile acts.

With hopes of coorporation,
Princess Anabella of the Sjykalfar.

 

[Ekolite]

To the wiked witch of the east Princess Anabella:

Understand that Uld'ar's stance towards the Patrian issue is one of neutrality. I will not allow the state of Uld'ar to be drawn into conflict, with either the Patrians or the Throalians, both of whom we have great respect for. As such, Uld'ar is loath to allow its lands and facilities to be used by either parties for the purpose of war and supply lines, and so strict regulations must be adhered to.

Should this caravan endeavor to cross our lands, the government of Uld'ar will require a clear and accurate intinary of precisely what the caravan contains and all personelle present, and said caravan will have to go through the appropriate procedures with the Office of Immigration and Border Control before being admitted across our borders. Note that civilians accompanying the caravan will require visas which can be obtained from the afforementioned Office for a small cost. Armed forces present with the caravan will require this, and a special permit at an additional cost. The caravan will be required to follow a pre-arranged route through Uld'ari territory which can be discussed at a later time, and will be searched on entry and exit of Uld'ar borders to prevent smuggling and other illegal activities. Any unauthorised entry of Throalians or others, or unauthorised activities within our borders, or failure to comply with Uld'ar law, requirements and authority will be met with the standard procedures, immediate arrest and deportation. Failure to comply with arrest will be met with armed forces. Understand that the nation of Uld'ar cannot allow just anyone to come willy nilly across its lands.

- Intinary of Goods, Personelle and Supplies
- Visas and Weapon Permits
- Pre-arranged route
- Full Search on entry and exit

Should you desire an alternate route for your convoy, I suggest you negotiate with the Patrians for access across the Sea of Pilseta.

Uld'ar

 

[Northen Wolf]

To: the Tabba Ghutt
From: The Hand
The Missionaries of the White Hand stand independent from the Government of the Asgalfar. We seek only to do charitable work, to improve the lot of the poor and the weak. We ask leave to stand apart from your conflict with the white elves, to teach our word, and to help those in need of help.

You belong to the White Elves - same elves who attacked our colonists without warning, while they had chance to resolve this matter peacefully. You come from White Elves Isle, so we cannot trust you.

On hearing your words of "helping" the weak and the poor, I laughed as Tabba Ghut has no weak or poor - there are people who are strong and people who are not yet strong. Everyone will become strong if they follow Aeron and not some other gods. As you may have heard, it is forbidden to follow any other god than Aeron in Tabba Ghut lands. Of course we will not interfere with tourist and merchants religious acts but we forbid spreading teachings and knowledge of other gods.

Signed,
Mogag Ironwill,
Tabba Ghut Clan elder

To: Dark Elves

Who is your dark master?
Which god he serves?
Where do you come from?
And finally, why should we not accept challenge of fighting new enemy and submit to you?

Signed,
Mogag Ironwill,,
Tabba Ghut Clan elder

 

[Diamondeye]

To: Uld'ar
From: Princess Anabella of the Sjykalfar

I believe your terms are acceptable for the caravan in question as it will only carry food and a minor sum of gold to assist the civilians that may fall victim of any depravities that the cruel Pilsetans can think of. The few troops protecting the caravan should not be of any concern.

Of course, the final negotiation of this must happen between Throal and yourselves, and I will not interfere further.

We thank you for your coorporation and ensure that once the Sjykalfar have recuperated properly from this war, we will repay your friendly support with interest.

Sincerely,
Princess Anabella.

 

[Immaculate]

OOC: Where exactly are the dark dwarves?

The nozkam legon city.

Correction:
The ships are on the north shore of the land mass. They have yet to move anything inland to the Nozkam beyond some diplomats and thunder-staff armed bodyguards.

Sorry for the confusion; i forgot where the nozkam where on the map for a bit.

So, to reiterate, they are on the north shore of the continent, not the south.

 

[Ekolite]

To Throal

Understand that Uld'ar's stance towards the Patrian issue is one of neutrality. I will not allow the state of Uld'ar to be drawn into conflict, with either the Patrians or the Throalians, both of whom we have great respect for. As such, Uld'ar is loath to allow its lands and facilities to be used by either parties for the purpose of war and supply lines, and so strict regulations must be adhered to.

Should this caravan endeavor to cross our lands, the government of Uld'ar will require a clear and accurate intinary of precisely what the caravan contains and all personelle present, and said caravan will have to go through the appropriate procedures with the Office of Immigration and Border Control before being admitted across our borders. Note that civilians accompanying the caravan will require visas which can be obtained from the afforementioned Office for a small cost. Armed forces present with the caravan will require this, and a special permit at an additional cost. The caravan will be required to follow a pre-arranged route through Uld'ari territory which can be discussed at a later time, and will be searched on entry and exit of Uld'ar borders to prevent smuggling and other illegal activities. Any unauthorised entry of Throalians or others, or unauthorised activities within our borders, or failure to comply with Uld'ar law, requirements and authority will be met with the standard procedures, immediate arrest and deportation. Failure to comply with arrest will be met with armed forces. Understand that the nation of Uld'ar cannot allow just anyone to come willy nilly across its lands.

- Intinary of Goods, Personelle and Supplies
- Visas and Weapon Permits
- Pre-arranged route
- Full Search on entry and exit

Should you desire an alternate route for your convoy, I suggest you negotiate with the Patrians for access across the Sea of Pilseta.

Uld'ar

 

[hbar]

To the Dark Dwarves:

All who sail the Northern Seas do so at the mercy of Sjörå Bald'r, Prophet of Mul'kjrn and Avatar of the North Wind. You have no claim to these waters, and you have no place here among the free nations of Barsaive. Leave now or be destroyed.

 

[vruchten]

To the scions of twilight
from the kharkush

We are glad to see you are on the right side of this struggle. Them obviously have twisted vision upon what their place is on this continent!
They might be acceptable as visitors, but the time where the people of barsaive where controlled by alien nations should be long gone!
We in the west, and you in the north, do understand this not like some other nations in the east which seem to flirt with powers which a proud barsaivian should not flirt with!

To the haggard troll of the nozkam legon
from the mighty people of kharkush

Dear friend, your people had made dire sacrifices in the past. You struggled defeting the horrors within your kaer. We have help your people survive on the surface world. Together we have brought an end to the gibbering shadows.
And now once again a great danger arrives at our homelands. We will, once again, offer you protection. We will push them dark dwarves back into the deeps of the seas.
We will send our finest sons to liberate you.
Will their be support from your people?
Will their be support from your government?
Will their be a resitance helping our course?
United the people of the west shall stand, united the people of Majellan should be!

To the twisted dwarves from the farwest
from the free people of Majellan

Pitty beings, we as free people do know that you are not more than slaves! But still you do behave like slavemasters. We can not accept that. We are no slave to no one.
Your claims on our premises are a joke and a bad one. We can not accept such behaviour. Accept your place as visitors to Majellan or prepare your ships and sail home... or stay... and your extermination will become a service to our god Kharmulosh!

 

[Terrance888]

School Year leads to bannage from all internet except videotaped HW sessions. Sorry. bye.

Immaculate, I deserve the following chiding. I have been a bad NESer while in this NES. Sorry.

 

[Immaculate]

School Year leads to bannage from all internet except videotaped HW sessions. Sorry. bye.

Considering all the missing, late, incomplete or partial order sets i've had from you both in this game and in FFHNESII, and your relative inability to write clearly when submitting said orders, i can't say i am sorry to see you go.

Sorry if this sounds harsh but you your leaving without warning was just as harsh.

I'm sorry i said that but i won't edit it out 'cause i shouldn't do that.


Orange, want your peeps back?

 

[Kyzarc Fotjage]

everyone: sorry, been away from internet for a short while.
BB: welcome, I'll write an official message to the Priestess latter.
hm... (counts the number of nations worshipping evil gods versus neutral/good gods) uh-oh...

that training worked better then expected. woo!

edit: story too. Embellished version of Coward of the County.
Coward of the County

Spoiler :

Tommy is a young gnome, just leaving his tweens. Most people just called him “Yeller”, a coward. His uncle was the only one who knew different. He never knew his mother and he was raised by first his father and then his uncle. His dad was a shrot gnome with a shorter temper, he’d always be ready to fight anyone, anywhere. When his wife was killed, instead of waiting for the gestapos to find the murderer, he went to the person he thought did it and beat him to within an inch of his life until he confessed, then shoving him past that last inch. He was charged with murder and was thrown in jail. His health collapsed because of poor conditions, dying after three years, and leaving Tommy to his only brother, a kind and decent gnome. On his deathbed he was allowed to talk to his son one last time and told him “son my life is over, but yours has just begun. Promise me son, not to do the things I’ve done. Walk away from trouble if you can. It don’t mean you’re weak if you turn the other cheek, I hope you’re old enough to understand. Son you don’t have to fight to be a man.”

There’s someone for everyone, and Tommy’s love was Liz, a gnome woman a year younger then him. With her he didn’t have to prove he was a man. One day while he was out working the Granite boys, a nasty group of petty, dwarven thugs, came to Liz’s house to beat on Tommy. They found he was gone, but Liz was still there. Her screams were quickly muffled by a gag. They each took their turn, and there were three of them.

When Tommy came home he found his Liz unconscious on the floor. He could see what had happened instantly, the blood on the floor and her clothing ripped off and scattered. Calmly he carried her to their bed and he cleaned her best he could. Still calm, he went to the fireplace and pulled down his dad’s picture, ten years old but still in good condition. As tears fell onto his dad’s face he muttered to himself his dad’s final words to him “Promise me son, not to do the things I’ve done. Walk away from trouble if you can. It don’t mean you’re weak if you turn the other cheek, I hope you’re old enough to understand. Son you don’t have to fight to be a man.”

The Granite boys just laughed at him when he walked into the barroom, one of them got up and met him halfway cross the floor. Tommy turned around and the lead one crowed out raucously “Hey look, Old Yeller’s running!” You could have heard a pin drop as Tommy stopped and locked the door. Twenty years of crawling, years of pleasing others and forgiving what they would do to him, were bottled up inside him. The look on his face when he turned back to them caused them to step back and the lead one whispered “sweet Sirona”. He didn’t hold anything back. Just a few minutes later he screamed in the last one’s face “THIS ONE’S FOR LIZ” before dropping him to the floor, joining the battered, unconscious bodies of the other two. It was only after he left the barroom that the barkeep looked over the edge of the bar, eyes wide in astonishment as he looked at his bar. He fingered a half-inch dent in the aged oak bar, apparently made by something the shape of a dwarven skull. He looked at the groaning bodies on the floor, one with a bench broken over his head. He whistled softly and pulled out a broom.
When he got home again he picked up his father’s tear-stained picture again. “I promised you dad not to do the things you’ve done. I’ll walk away from trouble when I can. Now please don’t think I’m weak, I couldn’t turn the other cheek. Papa, I sure hope you understand. Sometimes you gotta fight if you’re a man.”

 

[Abaddon]

Imma, I'm guessing Charles nations is a mess? I'd consider taking his place...