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[FactionRP] The United Foenum Council [Neutral]
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As mentioned earlier, I'm going to put this little story here in its own thread once I'm done here, with a prologue to provide context.
Also: a war. You know, nothin' big
Now that borking is done, and progress made, have some more if thus tickles your fancy (Also, please pardon the double post):
The Battle Of Unruliness
Part Thirteen:
The Face of The Enemy
Part Thirteen:
The Face of The Enemy
If there was one thing that happened more often then it should, it was underestimating the Cattlekind. That's not to say anything less about the sheeple, or even their for-hire goat allies, but for one reason or another the cattlekind never quite got the respect they were due. At least one was inclined to feel that way if one's profession was war. However, the Cattlekind possessed a tenacity and durability that An Hongse had not foreseen and, admittedly, admired. Indeed, while the giraffe knew how to fight, they clearly did not know how to effectively take down a cow. At times, he was almost tempted to think that they might be as durable as Longma. But that was impossible. Though, with proper training…
He cleared his mind as he surveyed the battle from his vantage point high above the Soldiers of Shadow. Now that the cattlekind were able to flow much easier into the camp, their numbers and tenacity were doing a great deal to overwhelm the giraffe. Though, if they had been by themselves, he doubted that they would be fairing as well as they currently were. Between the barrages of dark magic, the unrelenting push of the cattle, sheepdog strike squads, and his new sheep-to-sheep communication network, they were making fine progress indeed. Each tactic the giraffe tried to counter them with failed as the army pressed forward. The siege weapons that they had brought out had been taken out by sheepdogs. The giraffe had tried to erect barricades to funnel the cattle into chokepoints, but failed when goats had easily scaled them and destroyed them from within. They had even tried a smokescreen to blind and disrupt communications, but the sheep proved to be surprisingly resilient to such distractions.
On the far end, he saw that his troops had fought the giraffe to a stalemate. While that was far from ideal, it did force the giraffe to split their attention. After all, a distracted enemy, is a defeated enemy.
Yes. Everything was going according to pla-
He blinked as several dozen cows were suddenly flung high into the air. A moment later, the same thing happened again. The reports of unbridled panic came flooding in not a moment later.
“A monster!” one sheep messenger cried.
“It's MASSIVE!” another shouted.
“What should we do?!”
“Should we panic?”
“Did somesheep just say picnic?”
“EVERBODY PICNIC!”
“CALM DOWN!” An shouted, his fire suddenly flaring brightly, as another dozen or so cows were sent flying. The sheep froze and stared at him with large eyes. “Give me a situation report! What's going on?” the sheep stared at him dumbly for a moment. “NOW!” he shouted, causing the sheep to jump slightly. They carried the message to the front with no hesitation. A moment later, the answer came back.
“Sir!” the sheep who reported to him saluted (her name was Grisilda, she's such a trooper), “It would appear that a giraffe of importance has appeared on the field. He is rallying his troops and leading them forward. In addition to this, he is accompanied by several personal guards. Combined, they are plowing through our ranks like butter! He himself is able to take down two or three of the Cattlekind at a time! What are your orders, Sir?”
He paused for just a moment, allowing the gears in his head to turn. “Where are the Rambassador and the Lynx?” he asked.
“Unknown, sir.” Grisilda answered.
“I see. Tell the line to hold, but be ready to split down the center. Tell the Cattlekind to try and direct him to the center of their ranks.” An ordered, and turned to face the source of the dark artillery that barraged the battle. “Solders of Shadow!” he shouted, gaining their attention. “Gather your power into one shot, and alert me the moment you can't hold it anymore!” The 22 of them looked up at him, then at each other. They nodded to one another, then turned to face the battle once more, and began channeling their power into a massive ball above their heads. An turned once more to look at the UFC forces. It was clear that who ever it was that had arrived, was turning the tide of the battle singlehooved.
“It's ready!” a longma shouted.
“Good. Fire on my command!” he looked down at the sheep, then nodded.
Grisilda nodded back, and turned to the sheep next to her, “SPLIT!”
The message flew down the line of sheep with breakneck speed as An raised a hoof into the air. The Cattlekind stirred a bit, then began separating.
“FIRE!” he cried.
The blast flew past him and down the clearing path of Cattlekind. He smiled ever so slightly. When the blast hit this new problem, the battle would be theirs. He presumed that whoever this Giraffe was, removing them would crush enemy morale, and thus win the day.
The ball traveled faster and faster, missing the Cattlekind as they scrambled away from it, until it finally reached the front itself.
Sadly, there was no important Giraffe waiting at the end of the line. Rather, the blast plowed through several unsuspecting Giraffe, and vanished into the dark of the night. An cursed himself, for he had forgotten to give the Cattlekind time to move his target into the center. The very target that now appeared in the very empty line that was supposed to trap it.
It was a huge giraffe. It stood no taller then any other, but its body was clearly built for war. Even with its impressive armor on, he could tell that this giraffe was mighty indeed. Heavy legs, bulked body, overwhelmingly commanding presence, plus smooth and fluid movement told An everything he needed to know about this foe. This foe was the one in charge. And it was this foe that now charged, full speed, down the cleared path towards An.
“CLOSE THE GAP! DARK ONES, FIRE! FIRE!” An shouted. His troops however, didn't obey.
“H-hey! Wait a moment! If we do that, we'll hit our allies!” a Soldier objected.
“Yeah!” Grisilda agreed.
An looked furiously between them. “FINE! CLOSE THE GAP!” he cried. Grisilda saluted, and turned to shout the command, but was knocked to the side before the words could come out.
“You are too late, longma leader of a pathetic army.” a deep voice said to An. Looking away from the sheep who had been sent flying, he looked directly into the face of his foe. It was easy to do, for An was hovering in the air making his face level with his foe's.
The giraffe's face was deeply scarred and carried a steely gaze that shot straight to the heart. If An had not been trained to withstand something like this, he might have broken under it. As it was, he held his postion. “And you are a fool.” he said back. “FIRE AT WIL-”
“I am here to discuss your surrender.” he said with a level voice.
“Excuse me?” For a moment, An was unsure if he had heard him correctly.
“I am here to discuss your surrender.” he repeated, apparently unbothered by the fact that he had to repeat himself.
“You are in the middle of enemy lines, alone, and faced with 275 sheep, and 22 users of dark magic, many of whom are skilled in close combat. Upon what grounds do you have the right to make me surrender?” An crossed his hooves, and stared at the large giraffe. Foolish or no, the fact that the giraffe was completely unphased and completely certain of himself did impress him.
“I lead the most powerful and effective military force in all of Foenum. I have been taken prisoner numerous times, and my army can operate without me just as well as with me. Even if you take me hostage, they will continue to move forward and will eventually break through. However, if you surrender now, and withdraw everyone but the Cattlekind, then we will not pursue you.” he replied, almost matter-of-fact.
“I will not yield. We will push you and your invading army out of here, and you will know that you are wrong about your army being the most powerful.” An said calmly.
“Then so be it. We will crush each and every one of you.” he said, his eyes flashing briefly with both excitement and anger. He took a step back, and flung his head forward at An. His strike, however, never hit the mark, for it stopped just shy of him.
You see, it was right at that moment when the entire camp suddenly glowed blood-red. An saw several hundred symbols of the hunrters fly into the air and gather into the air above it. They danced around each other, moving and molding and shifting, until they all formed a giant outline in the air just above the camp.
It was an outline of a massive door.
The whole battlefield was suddenly flooded with powerful, evil magic. An, as well as the general, looked up as the giant door began to open, and from within, poured out hundreds and hundreds of shadowy predators.
~
“So, this is how you wage a war, is it?” he asked, turning to face the longma before him. What was once anticipation, and even excitement, was now nothing more than disgust and hatred. “This is the face of Longma pride and honor? You draw me out, only to force me to watch as my own army is devoured by the very darkness our ancestors fought to seal? You are despicable. Even if you claim this day, your honor will forever be marred and tainted by the very evil you have sought to bring upon our heads! You filth!” he lost his composure as rage began to fill him. He spat, hitting the longma's mane, causing it to fizzle for a moment.
“We have been betrayed...” the longma said, his voice distant. The Grand General paused, and looked at his eyes. Not once had the longma looked at him while he was talking. Rather, his eyes had grown more and more distant, void, and empty. The Grand General turned around and looked back at his fort.
The figures that fell from the sky were the creatures of nightmares. Shadowy, wispy, and with eyes as red as burning coals. Many of them were four-legged, with terrible claws and teeth. Terrible birds, half the size of the longma themselves, also poured forth from the gaping maw that filled the air above his people.
“This … this was not you, was it?” he asked, recalling the elk's words as he turned his head to face the longma.
“I will destroy them. I will destroy every last one of them!” The longma cried, his mane and tail flaring with fire.
“An! What's going on?!” a voice cried from nearby. The General looked down from his foe, and saw not far behind him the strangest gathering of creatures he had ever seen.
The longma, apparently named An, turned to face them: “The Hunters have betrayed us! They must be stopped! You have new orders: You are to charge into the camp and destroy as many of the shadow monsters as you can find. And if you should find any of those Hunters...” he trailed off.
“Destroy them?” The General finished.
An turned to look at him with an appraising look. “Nothing would make me happier to say that, but we are all under strict orders to only incapacitate.”
The General took a step back. “You mean to tell me that your entire army has been doing nothing but knocking my troops out?”
“As inefficient as it is, yes.” he said, nodding.
“Why?”
“Because that was the order of the Council. They felt that as fellow ungulates, you were worthy of the highest respect and thus should only be subdued.” He said, giving a small nod of respect.
“But, what about the dark magic?” he asked, looking past An. While he may not know exactly what that motley group of creatures were, he knew dark magic when he saw it.
“Teleportation spells! We found a nice deep ravine to dump your troops into.” one of the creatures smiled.
“We don't have time for this!” An shouted. “While we may not have been interested in causing real wounds, those monsters are!” He pointed a hoof at the general, turned to the ones behind him, and opened his mouth.
“Join with us, and let us cast these evil ones out!” The General said, catching An by surprise.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“We have a common foe! Let us put our might together to banish it! Like our ancestors of old!” he said, lifting his head high and proud. He lifted a hoof high into the air, offering it to seal the impromptu alliance.
An paused for just a moment, before presenting his own hoof. “Very well. I and my troops will take care of the birds.”
“Can your magic users seal the portal?” The General asked.
“Hey! We have a name, thank you! We're the Soldiers of Shadow, and we belong to: The Dark Side!” one shouted, with the rest joining in at the last. “And yeah, we should be able to. We just need to get close enough.”
The two leaders looked at each other and nodded. They both knew what that meant.
“I'll cover them on the ground.” The General said.
“And I'll cover them in the air.” An said. He then turned to the Soldiers of Shadow. “Follow his commands until further notice!” the longma commanded, then flew off into the fray.
The General looked down at the motley crew, who looked back at him with raised eyebrows. “Follow me! I'll take you directly to the center. That will be good enough, yes?” they looked at him for a moment, then nodded. “Good, now CHARGE!”
He cleared his mind as he surveyed the battle from his vantage point high above the Soldiers of Shadow. Now that the cattlekind were able to flow much easier into the camp, their numbers and tenacity were doing a great deal to overwhelm the giraffe. Though, if they had been by themselves, he doubted that they would be fairing as well as they currently were. Between the barrages of dark magic, the unrelenting push of the cattle, sheepdog strike squads, and his new sheep-to-sheep communication network, they were making fine progress indeed. Each tactic the giraffe tried to counter them with failed as the army pressed forward. The siege weapons that they had brought out had been taken out by sheepdogs. The giraffe had tried to erect barricades to funnel the cattle into chokepoints, but failed when goats had easily scaled them and destroyed them from within. They had even tried a smokescreen to blind and disrupt communications, but the sheep proved to be surprisingly resilient to such distractions.
On the far end, he saw that his troops had fought the giraffe to a stalemate. While that was far from ideal, it did force the giraffe to split their attention. After all, a distracted enemy, is a defeated enemy.
Yes. Everything was going according to pla-
He blinked as several dozen cows were suddenly flung high into the air. A moment later, the same thing happened again. The reports of unbridled panic came flooding in not a moment later.
“A monster!” one sheep messenger cried.
“It's MASSIVE!” another shouted.
“What should we do?!”
“Should we panic?”
“Did somesheep just say picnic?”
“EVERBODY PICNIC!”
“CALM DOWN!” An shouted, his fire suddenly flaring brightly, as another dozen or so cows were sent flying. The sheep froze and stared at him with large eyes. “Give me a situation report! What's going on?” the sheep stared at him dumbly for a moment. “NOW!” he shouted, causing the sheep to jump slightly. They carried the message to the front with no hesitation. A moment later, the answer came back.
“Sir!” the sheep who reported to him saluted (her name was Grisilda, she's such a trooper), “It would appear that a giraffe of importance has appeared on the field. He is rallying his troops and leading them forward. In addition to this, he is accompanied by several personal guards. Combined, they are plowing through our ranks like butter! He himself is able to take down two or three of the Cattlekind at a time! What are your orders, Sir?”
He paused for just a moment, allowing the gears in his head to turn. “Where are the Rambassador and the Lynx?” he asked.
“Unknown, sir.” Grisilda answered.
“I see. Tell the line to hold, but be ready to split down the center. Tell the Cattlekind to try and direct him to the center of their ranks.” An ordered, and turned to face the source of the dark artillery that barraged the battle. “Solders of Shadow!” he shouted, gaining their attention. “Gather your power into one shot, and alert me the moment you can't hold it anymore!” The 22 of them looked up at him, then at each other. They nodded to one another, then turned to face the battle once more, and began channeling their power into a massive ball above their heads. An turned once more to look at the UFC forces. It was clear that who ever it was that had arrived, was turning the tide of the battle singlehooved.
“It's ready!” a longma shouted.
“Good. Fire on my command!” he looked down at the sheep, then nodded.
Grisilda nodded back, and turned to the sheep next to her, “SPLIT!”
The message flew down the line of sheep with breakneck speed as An raised a hoof into the air. The Cattlekind stirred a bit, then began separating.
“FIRE!” he cried.
The blast flew past him and down the clearing path of Cattlekind. He smiled ever so slightly. When the blast hit this new problem, the battle would be theirs. He presumed that whoever this Giraffe was, removing them would crush enemy morale, and thus win the day.
The ball traveled faster and faster, missing the Cattlekind as they scrambled away from it, until it finally reached the front itself.
Sadly, there was no important Giraffe waiting at the end of the line. Rather, the blast plowed through several unsuspecting Giraffe, and vanished into the dark of the night. An cursed himself, for he had forgotten to give the Cattlekind time to move his target into the center. The very target that now appeared in the very empty line that was supposed to trap it.
It was a huge giraffe. It stood no taller then any other, but its body was clearly built for war. Even with its impressive armor on, he could tell that this giraffe was mighty indeed. Heavy legs, bulked body, overwhelmingly commanding presence, plus smooth and fluid movement told An everything he needed to know about this foe. This foe was the one in charge. And it was this foe that now charged, full speed, down the cleared path towards An.
“CLOSE THE GAP! DARK ONES, FIRE! FIRE!” An shouted. His troops however, didn't obey.
“H-hey! Wait a moment! If we do that, we'll hit our allies!” a Soldier objected.
“Yeah!” Grisilda agreed.
An looked furiously between them. “FINE! CLOSE THE GAP!” he cried. Grisilda saluted, and turned to shout the command, but was knocked to the side before the words could come out.
“You are too late, longma leader of a pathetic army.” a deep voice said to An. Looking away from the sheep who had been sent flying, he looked directly into the face of his foe. It was easy to do, for An was hovering in the air making his face level with his foe's.
The giraffe's face was deeply scarred and carried a steely gaze that shot straight to the heart. If An had not been trained to withstand something like this, he might have broken under it. As it was, he held his postion. “And you are a fool.” he said back. “FIRE AT WIL-”
“I am here to discuss your surrender.” he said with a level voice.
“Excuse me?” For a moment, An was unsure if he had heard him correctly.
“I am here to discuss your surrender.” he repeated, apparently unbothered by the fact that he had to repeat himself.
“You are in the middle of enemy lines, alone, and faced with 275 sheep, and 22 users of dark magic, many of whom are skilled in close combat. Upon what grounds do you have the right to make me surrender?” An crossed his hooves, and stared at the large giraffe. Foolish or no, the fact that the giraffe was completely unphased and completely certain of himself did impress him.
“I lead the most powerful and effective military force in all of Foenum. I have been taken prisoner numerous times, and my army can operate without me just as well as with me. Even if you take me hostage, they will continue to move forward and will eventually break through. However, if you surrender now, and withdraw everyone but the Cattlekind, then we will not pursue you.” he replied, almost matter-of-fact.
“I will not yield. We will push you and your invading army out of here, and you will know that you are wrong about your army being the most powerful.” An said calmly.
“Then so be it. We will crush each and every one of you.” he said, his eyes flashing briefly with both excitement and anger. He took a step back, and flung his head forward at An. His strike, however, never hit the mark, for it stopped just shy of him.
You see, it was right at that moment when the entire camp suddenly glowed blood-red. An saw several hundred symbols of the hunrters fly into the air and gather into the air above it. They danced around each other, moving and molding and shifting, until they all formed a giant outline in the air just above the camp.
It was an outline of a massive door.
The whole battlefield was suddenly flooded with powerful, evil magic. An, as well as the general, looked up as the giant door began to open, and from within, poured out hundreds and hundreds of shadowy predators.
~
“So, this is how you wage a war, is it?” he asked, turning to face the longma before him. What was once anticipation, and even excitement, was now nothing more than disgust and hatred. “This is the face of Longma pride and honor? You draw me out, only to force me to watch as my own army is devoured by the very darkness our ancestors fought to seal? You are despicable. Even if you claim this day, your honor will forever be marred and tainted by the very evil you have sought to bring upon our heads! You filth!” he lost his composure as rage began to fill him. He spat, hitting the longma's mane, causing it to fizzle for a moment.
“We have been betrayed...” the longma said, his voice distant. The Grand General paused, and looked at his eyes. Not once had the longma looked at him while he was talking. Rather, his eyes had grown more and more distant, void, and empty. The Grand General turned around and looked back at his fort.
The figures that fell from the sky were the creatures of nightmares. Shadowy, wispy, and with eyes as red as burning coals. Many of them were four-legged, with terrible claws and teeth. Terrible birds, half the size of the longma themselves, also poured forth from the gaping maw that filled the air above his people.
“This … this was not you, was it?” he asked, recalling the elk's words as he turned his head to face the longma.
“I will destroy them. I will destroy every last one of them!” The longma cried, his mane and tail flaring with fire.
“An! What's going on?!” a voice cried from nearby. The General looked down from his foe, and saw not far behind him the strangest gathering of creatures he had ever seen.
The longma, apparently named An, turned to face them: “The Hunters have betrayed us! They must be stopped! You have new orders: You are to charge into the camp and destroy as many of the shadow monsters as you can find. And if you should find any of those Hunters...” he trailed off.
“Destroy them?” The General finished.
An turned to look at him with an appraising look. “Nothing would make me happier to say that, but we are all under strict orders to only incapacitate.”
The General took a step back. “You mean to tell me that your entire army has been doing nothing but knocking my troops out?”
“As inefficient as it is, yes.” he said, nodding.
“Why?”
“Because that was the order of the Council. They felt that as fellow ungulates, you were worthy of the highest respect and thus should only be subdued.” He said, giving a small nod of respect.
“But, what about the dark magic?” he asked, looking past An. While he may not know exactly what that motley group of creatures were, he knew dark magic when he saw it.
“Teleportation spells! We found a nice deep ravine to dump your troops into.” one of the creatures smiled.
“We don't have time for this!” An shouted. “While we may not have been interested in causing real wounds, those monsters are!” He pointed a hoof at the general, turned to the ones behind him, and opened his mouth.
“Join with us, and let us cast these evil ones out!” The General said, catching An by surprise.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“We have a common foe! Let us put our might together to banish it! Like our ancestors of old!” he said, lifting his head high and proud. He lifted a hoof high into the air, offering it to seal the impromptu alliance.
An paused for just a moment, before presenting his own hoof. “Very well. I and my troops will take care of the birds.”
“Can your magic users seal the portal?” The General asked.
“Hey! We have a name, thank you! We're the Soldiers of Shadow, and we belong to: The Dark Side!” one shouted, with the rest joining in at the last. “And yeah, we should be able to. We just need to get close enough.”
The two leaders looked at each other and nodded. They both knew what that meant.
“I'll cover them on the ground.” The General said.
“And I'll cover them in the air.” An said. He then turned to the Soldiers of Shadow. “Follow his commands until further notice!” the longma commanded, then flew off into the fray.
The General looked down at the motley crew, who looked back at him with raised eyebrows. “Follow me! I'll take you directly to the center. That will be good enough, yes?” they looked at him for a moment, then nodded. “Good, now CHARGE!”
I think we discuss the future of the people of this land, I think? Or we fight about who is best unglued
I don't think we have the same defenition of fun
HOW DARE YOU SIR!? That is a respected voice of the council you are insulting! Sort of. Well okay, not really, he's not even technically on the council. But there's no cause to harp on his features! That face may not be perfect but I for one happen to find it...um...well... okay it is rather abominable, but... 'shudders at face' What was I saying, again?
How can you defend him??? he wants to eat us and wants the predators to take over our land, HE SHOULD BE BANNED FROM THIS COURT
True, and be cast out to the tender mercy of the winter, where he can die a slow and painful death contemplating his crimes until the crows feast on his frozen corpse....but that's no excuse to bash his fash! It's all in how you own it. I'm calling it now, the bashed-in-baboon-face look is going to be all the rage next season, I'm telling you!
Technically, we want our Masters to do both. You know, eat and take land. Though the latter is more of the cherry on top.
THE PROPHET SPEAKS THE TRUTH
*Looks at the messages behind this one*
Ohhh, right. Basically this! Okay, I think I've got it, thanks for the reminder guys.
Ohhh, right. Basically this! Okay, I think I've got it, thanks for the reminder guys.
Fluffy walks in:
Did someone say someone need to be (pause) removed (and smiles creepily while pulling out multiple knifes)
Did someone say someone need to be (pause) removed (and smiles creepily while pulling out multiple knifes)
Ziege, I think that may have been a warning... But fluffy, you aren't on the council, if you won't behave, leave. Zack, please make sure she doesn't do anything... like.. 'her'. *shivers*
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Mighty, take a letter!
Dear Mr.Ungualte, STOP! We of the United Foenum Council, STOP! would like to send you a formal invitation to the first Annual UFC Gala, STOP! Included is your invitation, the time and date, and an extra invifor your +1, should you find a suitable partner, STOP! Please write back should you be unable to attend, STOP!
Hugs and Kisses,
0Zero100
Did you get all that Mighty!? Good! Now read it back to me.0Zero100
Come, come now. Isn't this supposed to be a place where ungulates of all kinds are free to mingle? And why not allow the friendly one? After all, we still haunt these halls...
Zack: Its fine we were just going on a golden oats raid. Other reindeers aren't too found of sharing. Pulse its not like they are using all the oats they have.
Fluffy: My offer still stands.
Zack: (while pulling Fluffy out of the council) We'll see you back at base Mighty.
Fluffy: (waves exotically Yelling) BYEEE!!
(The whole steeling Golden Oats so Fluffy can still use her ice powers makes sense to me and seems like something that she would do, I've just been to lazy to post an updated backstory)
Did someone ask for the crows to step in? (emerges from a shadow portal that forms from a nearby wall, as a fierce chorus of hundreds of thousands of ravenous, hungry birds screech all around the council room in a deafening, eardrum-splitting chorus) It can be arranged, you know. Though I'd hate to get involved with this sort of thing when there is so much territory to move around in a practical manner. With the Giraffes off the table, we're currently looking into ways to turn the desert area that they lived close by back into grassland so trees can grow normally so my kind can start raising nests and flocks.
As the crows enter you can hear Fluffy call in the distance.
Fluffy's Exterminators, It's still an option.
Fluffy's Exterminators, It's still an option.
UGH! Please take away these birds from the councilroom, i don't want DM to comeback and find this place with bird poop everywhere.
*at this point Fluffy and Zack are too far gone so if you want Fluffy to come I'm pretty sure Mighty still has ways of contacting they if that's what you were asking.*
Do you want me to help you? You could write an outline and I could help brush it up like last time.
A Gala!? Now this is the first intelligent idea I have heard here in ages!
Too true! I'd hate to have to set my sprites to such a lowly task as cleaning up bird droppings or the remains of bloody Hunter carcasses....
Oh, you poor deer! You have only to ask you know, the Overdeer is generous and understanding of the needs of the, ahh, how to put it? Less fortunate factions out there. Come for a visit sometime, we would love to a have long conversation about a few things... Bring your little friend too, we have gifts for the both of you...
I do hope your 'gifts' aren't of the same varieties as Fluffy's... That still kinda freaks me out... Mainly that I don't know who I came from...
So, at first, this was a joke, but how would everyone feel about qn ACTUAL Council Gala? DM, your thoughts?
So, what do you DO at a United Foenum Council anyway?
Well.... we bake cookies and exchange a lot of death threats, the other day we exterminated the Giraffes...... Oh and we are having this simply fabulous Gala!
Hmm? The birds, aka my comrades, aren't inside the room. (waves wing as the portal closes, cutting off the noise completely) That's better. Quite frankly, I was expecting a high level Unicorn Spell to be surrounding the building that would repel this sort of thing.
*Sorry I wasn't planning on writing a story on this, Fluffy is just offering to kill things if need be.
But can you help me with writing more detail into my backstory, I will probably write it after Finals are done for me, after next week.(Unless I decide to be lazy)
The council figured that my faction would rather keep the ability to teleport in so that way it doesn't take nearly as long to go between our base and the council. I occasionally do so myself
Personally, I've learned a LOT from keeping Paprika in one place. One such thing being the ability to phase out of existence going in one direction and phasing into existence going another direction. Saves time and hassle.
I HIGHLY doubt that... the only person rumored to be able to do that was the first leader of the Pom patrol, and even then I didn't believe that, as that'd require magic!
Also it's not like the council members are pushovers, any invading force trying to invade through a portal would have a bad time. And even if they were victorious all the other factions would join forces against the invader because attacking in neutral ground is a big no no.
So Foenum does exist, I was wondering if there was nothing but the void beyond my walls...
First of all, at the risk of repeating myself, the hunters do, in fact, deserve a place at this council. Such is the price of being Neutral. Right, wrong and morality must take second place to their right to speak. Whether or not we listen to their voice is dependent on how they interact with you, but they do have the right to speak.
So, a Gala...hm...it would certainly help to keep peace, I'd wager, a large celebration for unity and harmony and all that. It would even be a wonderful way to show that we aren't simply a maniacal war machine. Very well, I shall put this forward as our next order of business.
First of all, at the risk of repeating myself, the hunters do, in fact, deserve a place at this council. Such is the price of being Neutral. Right, wrong and morality must take second place to their right to speak. Whether or not we listen to their voice is dependent on how they interact with you, but they do have the right to speak.
So, a Gala...hm...it would certainly help to keep peace, I'd wager, a large celebration for unity and harmony and all that. It would even be a wonderful way to show that we aren't simply a maniacal war machine. Very well, I shall put this forward as our next order of business.