Il Dutch: Herr Wilhelm, I have come here to negotiate a treaty with you, a military cooperation treaty, and a free trade zone between us.
"It would be rather beneficial for our nations... We could reduce taxes on products traded by our nations, perhaps have a few military exercises together..."
{JAMMERS! -The Kaiser- ONLY!} We will invade the weak and defenceless Poland, Chickens and split their land, I also propose making an alliance with the desert peoples, such as the flygons, and pygmy owls.
Wallace II: I have the deal here, lets sign it. *Signs the deal* Whenever you wish to your majesty you can come and visit me in my icy palace, you will enjoy it up north.
Tyron: "Alright" *signs the deal and hands him a map* "Here are the directions to Snow Leopard kingdom, in case you ever want to earn Ice Chi for your tribe."
Wallace II: Thank you, shall we conduct military exercises and if so, where?
OOC: I know, but it would make more sense to have an owl king and queen...
IC: *They arrive at the citadel after a few more hours. Otto lowers the gangplank to the dock.*
(OOC: can we stip focusing on this and just drop it? You two have the RIGHT to ignore it for my sake of sanity! )
-The Airship is welcomed with open arms and wings, as the diplomats disembarked, they were met with alot of paparazzi and “fans”. Owl and Flygon guards simply shooed them away to get the Owl diplomats out of this frenzy.-
(OOC: Flippydoodah and Egor are ignoring it, you two should do what they are doing, ignore it. They are exercising their rights, and you should follow them too. )
-The Advisors (can i include Otto into the rank?) and the Queen of the owls soon walked in a very lavish, European-style waiting room which looked straight out of the enlightenment.-
-Flygon servants answered to the Queen’s every whim to a comical extent.-
Owlina: “Such interesting creatures they are, right dear Otto?” -she said whilst receiving some nice royal food fit for a king.-
-then, two robed Flygons walk into the room, their garments cover their faces and only show their shelled eyes. Both advisors to the Desert Storm Lord.-
(OOC: Touche... touche... i will try... your opening a pandoras box of epic proportions... ) -Although the Flygon was handed him the piece of the meteorite, he felt something odd has happened to it. But it came to him as he was remembering another thing of equal importance-
The Robed One: “Sorry... i have to go, something else draws me forth... something similar to this, possibly even the same... i must take off for some... preparations...” -he said vaguely, before encasing himself in a cloud of sand, not stopping for any more questions and once the sand disappeared and dissipated, he seemingly and mysteriously teleported out of the turtle mining compounds, and it left a gritty mess behind, much to the dismay of the head miner, and head geologist, whom wanted a clean work environment-
-after that event, another sandstorm kicked up near turtle territory, but it was heading away from turtle lands and in the direction of the deserts of the fanon chima, and at an alarming rate.-
-after a while, the flygon arrived back at the flygon city. He’s undress his robings and quickly put back on the clothes of the Desert Storm Lord-
Flygarra: “Turtles... too slow to witness such events. No matter how many tricks they can pull, i can always prevail, my targets of war were not the shelled beasts anyways... “ -he said with a grin of evil, and the doors of the large desert city opened and the king was let inside post-haste.-
-Then, a few advisors for the flygon king walked up to him with looks of niceness- Flygon Advisor #1: “Baladay Easifat Alsahra' Alrab. Waqad wasal alzaeiman alsihrawian alakharan 'iilaa huna li'iijra' mufawadatin.” (Translation: “My Desert Storm Lord. The two other desert leaders have arrived here for negotiations.” )
Flygon Advisor #2: “Wahadha altahaluf alqibliu sayakun quat harb rayiysiat fi tashyma. Qad amalana takun qawiatun. Walsalam maeahum.” (Translation: “This tribal alliance would be a major war power in Chima. May our hopes be strong. and peace be with them.” )
Flygarra: “Good... good... i have what we need. The need, being releasing a powerful foe onto the other tribes... The Dragons of olde will be revived. With the power of this meteorite. Our direct targets aren’t certain tribes anymore... the Dragon Ascension Cannon’s power will be used to revive them... but first, all we need to do is just reverse engineer this rock... not to harm Snakes, Pygmy Owls, our own kin... and those olde dragons whom rampaged a thousand years ago...” -he said with an evil grin. His intentions clear and prime.-
Flygon Advisor #1: “I suspect some ‘external forces’ to hinder our progress... something otherworldly. We will ignore those forces no matter how much they will deny, block, and detest for thus, he and others has no control over us.” -he said vaguely, and Flygarra nodded-
Flygarra: “Try and stop us, and they will get bad consequences as a result... how thoughtful.” -he said, walking away with his advisors. They were heading to a meeting hall, which was lavishly decorated and royally ready for the Snake and Pygmy Owl Queens.-
(OOC: I think the Voice Actor of Lord Garmadon would be the perfect voice for Flygarra. Well, if he can perfect a arabian acent well. )
-the advisors and Flygarra reach a lab or similar sorts to the turtles. Although the Flygons were more Ground than Rock-type, they still held a vast knowledge of geology, geography, and other studys of ground and rocks.-
Flygarra: “I have this feeling that the Turtles bugged the meteorite, should’ve preformed a ole desert handshake to swipe a non-bugged sample of it...”
Advisor #1: “Is this bug going to sabotage the power of Rayqyaza’s meteorite?” -he said, his wings twitching in concern-
Flygarra: “I dunno... maybe its some sort of resistance technology? I don’t know, at least our top geologists are studying the rock. And they will notify me if there are any bugs on the meteorite. And if so, we’ll reverse engineer them to work with us, if they somehow self-destruct, which i think someone had did, at least we’ll have knowledge of said technology.”
Advisor #2: “And use it against-“ -he was interrupted by a quick swat to the head-
Flygarra: “No you numbskull! The shelled ones are no longer a problem to us, they are just too peaceful from what i seen. Didn’t you remember what i said back a few minutes ago?!” -he growled-
Advisor #2: “Y-yes my Desert Storm Lord...” -he whimpers.-
-Then, a Flygon geologist comes back with news-
Flygon Geologist: “Um, sir! The rock seems have exploded in our faces! We did see a bug on it before it poofed up in smoke and broke the rock into peices! Said bug seemed to be a DNA recognition device. It came from a tiny seal that was just ever so slightly discolored. There was also a turtle’s signature engraved on its circuitry. Whoever this man is, he has pulled a fast one on us!” -he said-
Flygarra: “An fool that person is to defy this king’s acquisition of power! I guess he never noticed me taking a larger sample with the good ole desert handshake... there were numerous samples of the meteorite and they all looked the same.” -he said with a grin, as he pulled out a larger sample, a few centimeters larger than the one that was bugged. It was the same, Apperance-wise with the same blue look and symbol-
Flygarra: “Its a same sample of the meteorite, and i guess bigger is better right? More power for the Dragon Ascension Cannon. And we will use that DNA Tech to make ourselves, snakes and owls too, impervious to it’s power, so such a weapon, cannot back fire on us... never underestimate my skills of thievery of a raven...” -he said with an grin of evil, carefully rubbing his hands on the meteorite he had, and quickly walked away off to tend to political matters. Scientists noting work on to copy the Turtle DNA recognizer technology.-
Tyron: "Alright" *signs the deal and hands him a map* "Here are the directions to Snow Leopard kingdom, in case you ever want to earn Ice Chi for your tribe."
Wallace II: Thank you, shall we conduct military exercises and if so, where?
Tyron: "Perhaps on the northwest shores of the sea, for that is a point between our three tribes' territory."
(OOC: can we stip focusing on this and just drop it? You two have the RIGHT to ignore it for my sake of sanity! )
-The Airship is welcomed with open arms and wings, as the diplomats disembarked, they were met with alot of paparazzi and “fans”. Owl and Flygon guards simply shooed them away to get the Owl diplomats out of this frenzy.-
(OOC: Flippydoodah and Egor are ignoring it, you two should do what they are doing, ignore it. They are exercising their rights, and you should follow them too. )
-The Advisors (can i include Otto into the rank?) and the Queen of the owls soon walked in a very lavish, European-style waiting room which looked straight out of the enlightenment.-
-Flygon servants answered to the Queen’s every whim to a comical extent.-
Owlina: “Such interesting creatures they are, right dear Otto?” -she said whilst receiving some nice royal food fit for a king.-
-then, two robed Flygons walk into the room, their garments cover their faces and only show their shelled eyes. Both advisors to the Desert Storm Lord.-
(OOC: Touche... touche... i will try... your opening a pandoras box of epic proportions... ) -Although the Flygon was handed him the piece of the meteorite, he felt something odd has happened to it. But it came to him as he was remembering another thing of equal importance-
The Robed One: “Sorry... i have to go, something else draws me forth... something similar to this, possibly even the same... i must take off for some... preparations...” -he said vaguely, before encasing himself in a cloud of sand, not stopping for any more questions and once the sand disappeared and dissipated, he seemingly and mysteriously teleported out of the turtle mining compounds, and it left a gritty mess behind, much to the dismay of the head miner, and head geologist, whom wanted a clean work environment-
-after that event, another sandstorm kicked up near turtle territory, but it was heading away from turtle lands and in the direction of the deserts of the fanon chima, and at an alarming rate.-
-after a while, the flygon arrived back at the flygon city. He’s undress his robings and quickly put back on the clothes of the Desert Storm Lord-
Flygarra: “Turtles... too slow to witness such events. No matter how many tricks they can pull, i can always prevail, my targets of war were not the shelled beasts anyways... “ -he said with a grin of evil, and the doors of the large desert city opened and the king was let inside post-haste.-
-Then, a few advisors for the flygon king walked up to him with looks of niceness- Flygon Advisor #1: “Baladay Easifat Alsahra' Alrab. Waqad wasal alzaeiman alsihrawian alakharan 'iilaa huna li'iijra' mufawadatin.” (Translation: “My Desert Storm Lord. The two other desert leaders have arrived here for negotiations.” )
Flygon Advisor #2: “Wahadha altahaluf alqibliu sayakun quat harb rayiysiat fi tashyma. Qad amalana takun qawiatun. Walsalam maeahum.” (Translation: “This tribal alliance would be a major war power in Chima. May our hopes be strong. and peace be with them.” )
Flygarra: “Good... good... i have what we need. The need, being releasing a powerful foe onto the other tribes... The Dragons of olde will be revived. With the power of this meteorite. Our direct targets aren’t certain tribes anymore... the Dragon Ascension Cannon’s power will be used to revive them... but first, all we need to do is just reverse engineer this rock... not to harm Snakes, Pygmy Owls, our own kin... and those olde dragons whom rampaged a thousand years ago...” -he said with an evil grin. His intentions clear and prime.-
Flygon Advisor #1: “I suspect some ‘external forces’ to hinder our progress... something otherworldly. We will ignore those forces no matter how much they will deny, block, and detest for thus, he and others has no control over us.” -he said vaguely, and Flygarra nodded-
Flygarra: “Try and stop us, and they will get bad consequences as a result... how thoughtful.” -he said, walking away with his advisors. They were heading to a meeting hall, which was lavishly decorated and royally ready for the Snake and Pygmy Owl Queens.-
(OOC: I think the Voice Actor of Lord Garmadon would be the perfect voice for Flygarra. Well, if he can perfect a arabian acent well. )
-after a while, the flygon arrived back at the flygon city. He’s undress his robings and quickly put back on the clothes of the Desert Storm Lord-
Flygarra: “Turtles... too slow to witness such events. No matter how many tricks they can pull, i can always prevail, my targets of war were not the shelled beasts anyways... “ -he said with a grin of evil, and the doors of the large desert city opened and the king was let inside post-haste.-
-Then, a few advisors for the flygon king walked up to him with looks of niceness- Flygon Advisor #1: “Baladay Easifat Alsahra' Alrab. Waqad wasal alzaeiman alsihrawian alakharan 'iilaa huna li'iijra' mufawadatin.” (Translation: “My Desert Storm Lord. The two other desert leaders have arrived here for negotiations.” )
Flygon Advisor #2: “Wahadha altahaluf alqibliu sayakun quat harb rayiysiat fi tashyma. Qad amalana takun qawiatun. Walsalam maeahum.” (Translation: “This tribal alliance would be a major war power in Chima. May our hopes be strong. and peace be with them.” )
Flygarra: “Good... good... i have what we need. The need, being releasing a powerful foe onto the other tribes... The Dragons of olde will be revived. With the power of this meteorite. Our direct targets aren’t certain tribes anymore... the Dragon Ascension Cannon’s power will be used to revive them... but first, all we need to do is just reverse engineer this rock... not to harm Snakes, Pygmy Owls, our own kin... and those olde dragons whom rampaged a thousand years ago...” -he said with an evil grin. His intentions clear and prime.-
Flygon Advisor #1: “I suspect some ‘external forces’ to hinder our progress... something otherworldly. We will ignore those forces no matter how much they will deny, block, and detest for thus, he and others has no control over us.” -he said vaguely, and Flygarra nodded-
Flygarra: “Try and stop us, and they will get bad consequences as a result... how thoughtful.” -he said, walking away with his advisors. They were heading to a meeting hall, which was lavishly decorated and royally ready for the Snake and Pygmy Owl Queens.-
(OOC: I think the Voice Actor of Lord Garmadon would be the perfect voice for Flygarra. Well, if he can perfect a arabian acent well. )
-the advisors and Flygarra reach a lab or similar sorts to the turtles. Although the Flygons were more Ground than Rock-type, they still held a vast knowledge of geology, geography, and other studys of ground and rocks.-
Flygarra: “I have this feeling that the Turtles bugged the meteorite, should’ve preformed a ole desert handshake to swipe a non-bugged sample of it...”
Advisor #1: “Is this bug going to sabotage the power of Rayqyaza’s meteorite?” -he said, his wings twitching in concern-
Flygarra: “I dunno... maybe its some sort of resistance technology? I don’t know, at least our top geologists are studying the rock. And they will notify me if there are any bugs on the meteorite. And if so, we’ll reverse engineer them to work with us, if they somehow self-destruct, which i think someone had did, at least we’ll have knowledge of said technology.”
Advisor #2: “And use it against-“ -he was interrupted by a quick swat to the head-
Flygarra: “No you numbskull! The shelled ones are no longer a problem to us, they are just too peaceful from what i seen. Didn’t you remember what i said back a few minutes ago?!” -he growled-
Advisor #2: “Y-yes my Desert Storm Lord...” -he whimpers.-
-Then, a Flygon geologist comes back with news-
Flygon Geologist: “Um, sir! The rock seems have exploded in our faces! We did see a bug on it before it poofed up in smoke and broke the rock into peices! Said bug seemed to be a DNA recognition device. It came from a tiny seal that was just ever so slightly discolored. There was also a turtle’s signature engraved on its circuitry. Whoever this man is, he has pulled a fast one on us!” -he said-
Flygarra: “An fool that person is to defy this king’s acquisition of power! I guess he never noticed me taking a larger sample with the good ole desert handshake... there were numerous samples of the meteorite and they all looked the same.” -he said with a grin, as he pulled out a larger sample, a few centimeters larger than the one that was bugged. It was the same, Apperance-wise with the same blue look and symbol-
Flygarra: “Its a same sample of the meteorite, and i guess bigger is better right? More power for the Dragon Ascension Cannon. And we will use that DNA Tech to make ourselves, snakes and owls too, impervious to it’s power, so such a weapon, cannot back fire on us... never underestimate my skills of thievery of a raven...” -he said with an grin of evil, carefully rubbing his hands on the meteorite he had, and quickly walked away off to tend to political matters. Scientists noting work on to copy the Turtle DNA recognizer technology.-
OOC: Actually, the device wasn't created to do harm to the rock itself, just to keep it from working on the turtles. So it wouldn't blow up the rock if they found it.
"It would be rather beneficial for our nations... We could reduce taxes on products traded by our nations, perhaps have a few military exercises together..."
{JAMMERS! -The Kaiser- ONLY!} We will invade the weak and defenceless Poland, Chickens and split their land, I also propose making an alliance with the desert peoples, such as the flygons, and pygmy owls.
{Jammers, Dutch only.} "Dutch, you are a nice fellow with interesting ideas, but I must refrain from such aggression so soon. We still need to whip the Heer (Army) into shape, they are weary from all the fighting in the past century. As for the Desert Tribes, I was quite fond of them, but now they are too recklessly aggressive for my tastes, I just don't trust them nowadays."
OOC: Yes, with the Kaiser's family.
IC:
Wilhelm turns towards his wife and children and kindly makes a request:
"Victoria, please take the children to see the jets, I fear this might get a little heated and sensible."
The empress does so, and leaves the room. The young Kaiser's sympathetic smile changes to a more serious expression.
{JAMMERS! -username- ONLY!} "Dutch, you are a nice fellow with interesting ideas, but I must refrain from such aggression now. I still need to shape the military, they are quite weary from the last century. As for the Desert Tribes, I was quite fond of them, but now I think they're getting recklessly aggressive, and I just don't trust them nowadays."
(OOC: can we stip focusing on this and just drop it? You two have the RIGHT to ignore it for my sake of sanity! )
-The Airship is welcomed with open arms and wings, as the diplomats disembarked, they were met with alot of paparazzi and “fans”. Owl and Flygon guards simply shooed them away to get the Owl diplomats out of this frenzy.-
(OOC: Flippydoodah and Egor are ignoring it, you two should do what they are doing, ignore it. They are exercising their rights, and you should follow them too. )
-The Advisors (can i include Otto into the rank?) and the Queen of the owls soon walked in a very lavish, European-style waiting room which looked straight out of the enlightenment.-
-Flygon servants answered to the Queen’s every whim to a comical extent.-
Owlina: “Such interesting creatures they are, right dear Otto?” -she said whilst receiving some nice royal food fit for a king.-
-then, two robed Flygons walk into the room, their garments cover their faces and only show their shelled eyes. Both advisors to the Desert Storm Lord.-
(OOC: Flippydoodah and Egor are ignoring it, you two should do what they are doing, ignore it. They are exercising their rights, and you should follow them too. )
-The Advisors (can i include Otto into the rank?) and the Queen of the owls soon walked in a very lavish, European-style waiting room which looked straight out of the enlightenment.-
-Flygon servants answered to the Queen’s every whim to a comical extent.-
Owlina: “Such interesting creatures they are, right dear Otto?” -she said whilst receiving some nice royal food fit for a king.-
-then, two robed Flygons walk into the room, their garments cover their faces and only show their shelled eyes. Both advisors to the Desert Storm Lord.-
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