OOC: Additionally, I was thinking we could have a peaceful tribe of frogs and toads, to kind of fill the role of the gorillas. Also, there could be a lizard tribe, a pig tribe, and possibly a kangaroo tribe.
OOC: I had plans for a kangaroo tribe, mind if I take it?
Typhoon comes out of the front gate on the shore with a sea turtle, a soft-shelled turtle, and 2 tortoises behind him. They are all dressed like entities of high importance within the tribe.
Typhoon: "Greetings, walrus! What brings you to the turtle kingdom?"
Wallace II: Greetings! Great turtle. My name is Wallace Polaris. I am one of many heirs to the Walrus throne, I have come to seek your assistance.
Typhoon: "Okay. I am Typhoon, steward of the turtles. Do you wish to speak with the king?"
IC: Guard: "I don't know. They must be crazy! I hope this chaos is over soon." *The guard continues waving people into the bunker. He then stands outside the bunker with weapon aimed at the entrance for any flygons.*
Joseph: "Aw, man! And I was just about to start my Trial!"
Now that peace has returned to the Koopa HQ, Joseph puts on his climbing gear and heads out for the mountain he's supposed to climb.
In the snow leopard castle, an observer (the observers are tasked with watching over the tribes below the mountains) speed-walks into a recreation room, where King Leonardo sits on a frosty chair, deeply engrossed in a chess game with a fellow snow leopard.
Observer: "Your highness, the flygons and snakes have been building many battle vehicles lately. Do you think they're planning to start a war?" Leonardo (holds up his paw): "I can't deal with that right now!" The king waves him off and resumes his chess game.
OOC: Wow, my last post with the snow leopards was a LONG time ago. I'm going to try to be more active with this tribe before I introduce the piranhas.
IC: After finishing his game, King Leonardo walks out into an icy courtyard of the castle, observing an Ice Chi storage unit as the frozen, blue and white orbs sparkle in the sunlight.
In the snow leopard castle, an observer (the observers are tasked with watching over the tribes below the mountains) speed-walks into a recreation room, where King Leonardo sits on a frosty chair, deeply engrossed in a chess game with a fellow snow leopard.
Observer: "Your highness, the flygons and snakes have been building many battle vehicles lately. Do you think they're planning to start a war?" Leonardo (holds up his paw): "I can't deal with that right now!" The king waves him off and resumes his chess game.
OOC: Wow, my last post with the snow leopards was a LONG time ago. I'm going to try to be more active with this tribe before I introduce the piranhas.
IC: After finishing his game, King Leonardo walks out into an icy courtyard of the castle, observing an Ice Chi storage unit as the frozen, blue and white orbs sparkle in the sunlight.
IC: He may notice Raul who is patrolling the ramparts and making sure everything is fine.
OOC: Ok, I'm guessing my posts clearly got not approved. But this is what is said:
*Woolus V arrives to the flygon tribe in a massive tank.*
Woolus V: I wish, to speak, with your leaders.
(OOC: Odd occurances, eh? )
-Guards notice the Walrus and whisper from eachother from the walls, noticing the tank from far away-
-A notable guard then adresses the minister from the high fifty story walls. His voice seemingly in angst-
Flygon Guard: “Eaqad ealaa hunak, musafr! Ma yajlib lak 'iilaa alharam alsahra' falijun!? Altahaduth alan 'aw 'an yakun shawid beyda ean easifat alsahra' alrb!” (Translation: “Hold on there, traveler! What brings you to the Flygon’s desert sanctuary!? Speak now or be shooed away from our Desert Storm Lord!“)
-A large sandstone gate opens up and out came a few speedors and a flygon technical truck (Its like a Ford Doublecab Pickup with a big HMG attached on the flatbed). Flygons insurgents in arabian robings, getting into a defensive formation, their assult rifles in their hands, ready for any distress to be put down, the Technical’s HMG gunner aiming at the tank. Looking at with feirce eyes.-
-Along came with them, the Desert Storm Lord himself, Flygarra Draconia. He’d signal his men to stand down and they did, still feeling hostile.- (you remember what flygarra looks like, yes? Just look around in the fanon rp topics to find his apperance. )
Flygarra Draconia: “Ah, another diplomat? Havent you read the signs in our Alkhitab language? Oh wait, you can’t read our language. We are isolationists... but... we are very fair in our desert alliance with the Snakes and Pygmy owls...” -he said, stroking his magnificent beard, the sands around them subtly blowing around them, creating this eerie feeling of the hostile enviroment he was in.-
-the mystic Pokémon leader turned around and gestured the insurgents on their speedors to go back insde the gates and they did, the Technical still there.-
Flygarra: “Mind meeting me in my government building, the Citadel? I mean, you cannot possibly miss it!” -he’d gesture above him, the Walrus looked up, seeing the very high tower, blanketed in sands and clouds, posing an ominous look to it-
Flygarra: “I as the great Desert Storm Lord, do commission thee as... a special guest, if you will.” -he said, winking at the Technical’s driver-
Flygarra: “But do be welcomed to stay, we have the finest of livingspaces for your humbling authority! I mean, this is very outlandish of us to let other peoples inside our doors, lest alone our holy desert! But if its some alliance or another thing like that, don’t bother us or my allies for them. We only want trade, money, and... other commodities...” -he said, his hand on his “Terrain Decimator” staff, trembling for the yearn to fight him but holding himself back-
-He’d then get inside the Technical, occupying the shotgun seat, gesturing the Walrus to leav his tank behind and come abord in the back of the truck-
OOC: Lol, Flygon language is actual Arabic, speaking of which do you speak Arabic?
Woolus V: *Enters the truck* I am here for business, and personal issue, you see I am aware of your isolationist conservative, policy's, and I have the exact same world view. What I wish to speak to you about is that you help me out, and I will help out.
IC: I am here to negotiate with your tribe on the utmost important of matters. Lets call it, an alliance offering of sorts.
OOC: Missing In Action
IC: "Ok, well our guild leader is here now." *Brian arrives with 2 Shady Sledge Bros.* Brian: "Hello there, welcome to The Koopa Forest." *They go to a lounge-looking room for meetings.* "So alliance or trade deal or something else?"
Maria I: Wow, right to the point, anyways. My name is Maria, I am one of several inheritors to the throne of the Walrus empire, as you may know, my father died, and their is much competition around, I have come here for an alliance, if you help me secure my position on the throne, I will declare war on the flygons and negotiate for favourable trade deals for you, us walrus have much oil, natural gas, grain and delicious drinks. Also one of your commanders Koopa Khan is residing in Walrus territory, if you help secure my claim and position on the throne, I will bring him back to Koopa lands.
-last edited on Oct 26, 2017 11:27:03 GMT by egorsmirnov
Post by egorsmirnov on Oct 26, 2017 11:22:58 GMT
*A replacement for the gorillas another super peaceful tribe, which will avoid war*
Kangaroo Tribe
Prologue/Origin Story: The kangaroo tribe. Also known as the Dominion of Kangaroo land (Also known as Land Down Under) were one of the later tribes to evolve, since they are fairly far away from Cavora, they evolved at around 728 BRP, after The turtle captain, Tutu, discovered the land, however the kangaroos already had a language, and the first kangaroo to learn the language of Captain Tutu, would later lead the Kangaroos, and teach them all the advancements made by the turtles, this great tutor would become the first King Of Kangaroo land, George I Perth. captain Tutu dubbed the area: The land down under. Their are 2 islands which comprise Kangaroo land, Australia and the tiny island of Tasmania. In total they cover a land mass of around 600,000 km^2 and consists of a population of 2.2 million kangaroos. (If this is too much please tell me because I don't know)
HQ layout: (The island looks kind of like Australia, except the south is way, more greener, also there are far more rivers) The Capital and HQ of the Kangaroo is located in Perth, which is a bustling city, with over 200 thousand kangaroos, inhabiting it. Its also the home of the Royal family, and the parliament. The city contains government buildings in the centre, north of centre, are massive apartment complexes, with large parks, and swimming pools around them, along with many shops being located inside the complexes. Towards the West and East of the centre lie the large expanses of industry, mostly petro chemical, although many metals are made. In the downtown regions of the capital, (South of the centre) There are many large tall buildings is where most of Perth's business are located.
Government type (Bonus): The country is a constitutional, parliamentary, monarchy, there are elections every 3 years, to elect the prime minister and the parliament. The parliament consist of 1 chamber, (50% of the delgates come from regions, and the other 50% from national votes) There are 2 major parties, constantly vying for control, known as: National (a centre-right party)and United (A centre left-party). The 2 parties are constantly vying for control in the parliament.
Leader, (Prime Minister):
Name: John "Jolly" Kurten
Species: Kangaroo
Gender: Male
Rank: Prime Minister
Age: 54
Political affiliation: National
Appearence: he is a light brown kangaroo, wearing a beige suit, he wears glasses, and a standard beige outback hat, he also has a bubble pipe. (Like a normal pipe, but it blows bubbles)
Weapons/gear: He has 2 chi revolvers on him at all times
Personality: He is rather calm and tempered, but when he gets angry he can be very trigger happy. Backstory: John was born in the City of Melbourne. To a stay at home mother and a father who was a miner. He had perfect grades, and always wanted a career in politics, by the age of 15 his father gave him 2 chi revolvers, as a gift, which he still keeps on him at all times. By the age of 18 he joined the Melbourne Communal Union (A union of people, who wish to build a better community, by helping each other out through projects and loans), by 20 he became a prominent and popular speaker, by 22 he became a union leader, and by 28, he ran and successfully became Mayor of Melbourne (largest city in kangaroo land), then after 3 successful terms, he ran for party leader, and won, when his party won the elections he became Prime Minister at the age of 37. He is now approaching the end of his 6th term.
-Guards notice the Walrus and whisper from eachother from the walls, noticing the tank from far away-
-A notable guard then adresses the minister from the high fifty story walls. His voice seemingly in angst-
Flygon Guard: “Eaqad ealaa hunak, musafr! Ma yajlib lak 'iilaa alharam alsahra' falijun!? Altahaduth alan 'aw 'an yakun shawid beyda ean easifat alsahra' alrb!” (Translation: “Hold on there, traveler! What brings you to the Flygon’s desert sanctuary!? Speak now or be shooed away from our Desert Storm Lord!“)
-A large sandstone gate opens up and out came a few speedors and a flygon technical truck (Its like a Ford Doublecab Pickup with a big HMG attached on the flatbed). Flygons insurgents in arabian robings, getting into a defensive formation, their assult rifles in their hands, ready for any distress to be put down, the Technical’s HMG gunner aiming at the tank. Looking at with feirce eyes.-
-Along came with them, the Desert Storm Lord himself, Flygarra Draconia. He’d signal his men to stand down and they did, still feeling hostile.- (you remember what flygarra looks like, yes? Just look around in the fanon rp topics to find his apperance. )
Flygarra Draconia: “Ah, another diplomat? Havent you read the signs in our Alkhitab language? Oh wait, you can’t read our language. We are isolationists... but... we are very fair in our desert alliance with the Snakes and Pygmy owls...” -he said, stroking his magnificent beard, the sands around them subtly blowing around them, creating this eerie feeling of the hostile enviroment he was in.-
-the mystic Pokémon leader turned around and gestured the insurgents on their speedors to go back insde the gates and they did, the Technical still there.-
Flygarra: “Mind meeting me in my government building, the Citadel? I mean, you cannot possibly miss it!” -he’d gesture above him, the Walrus looked up, seeing the very high tower, blanketed in sands and clouds, posing an ominous look to it-
Flygarra: “I as the great Desert Storm Lord, do commission thee as... a special guest, if you will.” -he said, winking at the Technical’s driver-
Flygarra: “But do be welcomed to stay, we have the finest of livingspaces for your humbling authority! I mean, this is very outlandish of us to let other peoples inside our doors, lest alone our holy desert! But if its some alliance or another thing like that, don’t bother us or my allies for them. We only want trade, money, and... other commodities...” -he said, his hand on his “Terrain Decimator” staff, trembling for the yearn to fight him but holding himself back-
-He’d then get inside the Technical, occupying the shotgun seat, gesturing the Walrus to leav his tank behind and come abord in the back of the truck-
OOC: Lol, Flygon language is actual Arabic, speaking of which do you speak Arabic?
Woolus V: *Enters the truck* I am here for business, and personal issue, you see I am aware of your isolationist conservative, policy's, and I have the exact same world view. What I wish to speak to you about is that you help me out, and I will help out.
(OOC: Yeah, it is, i call it “Alkhitab” which means “Grounded Language”. And no, im not from the Middle East, i use the dialect to make the Flygons more special. ) -The Technical then moves out of the front of the gate and trundles inside- Flygarra: “What do you mean about that? I need more information...” -he’d said, looking forward before looking away at something, the surroundings transferred from a Checkpoint to a an middle-eastern city with many buildings of sandstone, giving the minister a good look at the culture and society the Flygon Tribe has.-
Flygarra: “Like how comfortable our beautiful city looks my freind?” -he said, the heat beating down on the Walrus due to his non-desert ways, Flygarra was unphased from the heat of the desert town-
OOC: Lol, Flygon language is actual Arabic, speaking of which do you speak Arabic?
Woolus V: *Enters the truck* I am here for business, and personal issue, you see I am aware of your isolationist conservative, policy's, and I have the exact same world view. What I wish to speak to you about is that you help me out, and I will help out.
(OOC: Yeah, it is, i call it “Alkhitab” which means “Grounded Language”. And no, im not from the Middle East, i use the dialect to make the Flygons more special. ) -The Technical then moves out of the front of the gate and trundles inside- Flygarra: “What do you mean about that? I need more information...” -he’d said, looking forward before looking away at something, the surroundings transferred from a Checkpoint to a an middle-eastern city with many buildings of sandstone, giving the minister a good look at the culture and society the Flygon Tribe has.-
Flygarra: “Like how comfortable our beautiful city looks my freind?” -he said, the heat beating down on the Walrus due to his non-desert ways, Flygarra was unphased from the heat of the desert town-
IC Woolus V: *Places cold towel on and around his head* My father Walnut III is dead, and there are 3 contestants to the throne, me, my brother Wallace, and my sister Maria. Neither of us has enough of out right support to totally, take down and hold full legitimacy over the throne, I want the help of your army, to destroy their armies, and their potential allies, to allow me to secure the throne, for myself, I will repay you graciously. We have oil, we have gas, we have advanced technologies, a massive fleet, tonnes of grain, tonnes of potato, and more fish then you have ever seen, we have piles of gold, we have kitchens made of pure silver, we have so many gems, that you can fill a lake with them.
(OOC: Yeah, it is, i call it “Alkhitab” which means “Grounded Language”. And no, im not from the Middle East, i use the dialect to make the Flygons more special. ) -The Technical then moves out of the front of the gate and trundles inside- Flygarra: “What do you mean about that? I need more information...” -he’d said, looking forward before looking away at something, the surroundings transferred from a Checkpoint to a an middle-eastern city with many buildings of sandstone, giving the minister a good look at the culture and society the Flygon Tribe has.-
Flygarra: “Like how comfortable our beautiful city looks my freind?” -he said, the heat beating down on the Walrus due to his non-desert ways, Flygarra was unphased from the heat of the desert town-
IC Woolus V: *Places cold towel on and around his head* My father Walnut III is dead, and there are 3 contestants to the throne, me, my brother Wallace, and my sister Maria. Neither of us has enough of out right support to totally, take down and hold full legitimacy over the throne, I want the help of your army, to destroy their armies, and their potential allies, to allow me to secure the throne, for myself, I will repay you graciously. We have oil, we have gas, we have advanced technologies, a massive fleet, tonnes of grain, tonnes of potato, and more fish then you have ever seen, we have piles of gold, we have kitchens made of pure silver, we have so many gems, that you can fill a lake with them.
Flygarra: “Ooooh! That sounds intresting, i seen your oilfields, but they arent as vast and large as ours... no offence or to one-up you or anything.” -he chuckled... the driver then notified the Desert Storm Lord we had arrived at the Sandstone Pentagon (Which is based off the US pentagon.)
-the insurgents gotten out of the back of the truck, taking a break to stretch their bodies and exercise some mini-drills- -Flygarra helped Woolus V out of the truck-
Flygarra: “Come, if you want our help, then we will have your resources...” -he said, walking to an entrance of the Pentagon...-
-Meanwhile in the Snake’s city, there was a little disturbance going on.-
-A rogue snake was escaping law enforcement in an attempt to escape the main city, being tired of how Sa’Qhala would run the tribe, he’d only keep on running, jumping from rooftops to rooftops, acting seemingly like an Ninja. The Law Enforcers came prepared to capture the rogue, all armed with net luanches and other tools for capture and subduing the victim.-
-The snake was special and pretty different from the rest, being an outcast to all whom looked at him funny. He was armed with the Golden Scythe of Quakes, the exact same one from Ninjago, but it was treated as a sacred weapon for the Queen to one-day use. But it was stolen by this rogue. He was dressed up in the Black Ninja’s ZX Gi, and had the masking off of his face.-
-A barricades was set up on the rooftops of the city, waiting for the snake to arrive, but seemingly, he’d never show up. Only the desert winds howled, and the tribal guard were baffled-
-The Ninja Snake then landed on a nice alcove in a Snake Mosque, overlooking the grand Egyptian city, including the great snake pyramids, he’d sit down and sigh, waiting for the heat of the guards and law enforcement to cool off. The day was turning into this eerie twilight dusk, the snake flicked his tongue in and out to capture the send of the desert air, the Mosque was infront of a large artificial oasis. He’d enjoyed the smell of it and sighed-
???: “Well... its been a while... hasn’t it...? I’ve got what i came for... and now, i’m a fugitive. Guess Sa’Qhala will have my head if i get cuaght... but, i gotta a ways to go, this city is too big! But, there are alot of places to hide in plain sight!” -the snake said, chuckling... sighing...-
-he’d watch the desert sun set, reminding himself how he came into chima, not by birthright, but by dimensional travel-
IC Woolus V: *Places cold towel on and around his head* My father Walnut III is dead, and there are 3 contestants to the throne, me, my brother Wallace, and my sister Maria. Neither of us has enough of out right support to totally, take down and hold full legitimacy over the throne, I want the help of your army, to destroy their armies, and their potential allies, to allow me to secure the throne, for myself, I will repay you graciously. We have oil, we have gas, we have advanced technologies, a massive fleet, tonnes of grain, tonnes of potato, and more fish then you have ever seen, we have piles of gold, we have kitchens made of pure silver, we have so many gems, that you can fill a lake with them.
Flygarra: “Ooooh! That sounds intresting, i seen your oilfields, but they arent as vast and large as ours... no offence or to one-up you or anything.” -he chuckled... the driver then notified the Desert Storm Lord we had arrived at the Sandstone Pentagon (Which is based off the US pentagon.)
-the insurgents gotten out of the back of the truck, taking a break to stretch their bodies and exercise some mini-drills- -Flygarra helped Woolus V out of the truck-
Flygarra: “Come, if you want our help, then we will have your resources...” -he said, walking to an entrance of the Pentagon...-
Woolus V: *Follows* You must know this isn't all about the resources is it? Also you are correct our oil fields may not be as vast yours, but you are forgetting something, very important, shale oil, and oil rigs, our offshore reserves are massive, and relatively unknown, ofcourse setting up a rig is hard and requires lots of work, I mean its not as easy as placing a pipe in a desert like you do.
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I'm going to try to be more active with this tribe before I introduce the piranhas. 
I'm going to try to be more active with this tribe before I introduce the piranhas. 
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