(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.-
{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."
*Bismarck is also there (I think) and he supports the Kaiser on his idea*
{JAMMERS! -FelipeDutra- ONLY!} Bismarck: There is a fine balance between peace and war, war must be important if its good for the Fatherland.
Il Dutch: *Now rather angry* What the Quack? You must be Quacking kidding me. Gr... Quack! *He cools down a little* So no war, just yet... hmmm... Ill just try and fight together with the Desert tribes, and then break off the alliance.
{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."
*Bismarck is also there (I think) and he supports the Kaiser on his idea*
{JAMMERS! -FelipeDutra- ONLY!} Bismarck: There is a fine balance between peace and war, war must be important if its good for the Fatherland.
Il Dutch: *Now rather angry* What the Quack? You must be Quacking kidding me. Gr... Quack! *He cools down a little* So no war, just yet... hmmm... Ill just try and fight together with the Desert tribes, and then break off the alliance.
"If you so wish, my friend. I daresay, that I had the same spirit you possess, but it came to bite me back after a few years of rule."
-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.
OOC: Why do you not like sense? Also Otto is the steward like Lion second in command is.
IC: *Otto is with the Advisors.*
(OOC: Got it. Also, Sense cannot be made, it must be sensed. )
(OOC: anyways lets continue. ) -The Owl advisors and Ottowere lead first into the meeting hall, which looked very royal. Courts of all three desert tribes sat as a jury to oversee and vote on things the three leaders will give. The room is full of low-volume chatter and murmurs, all the gossip on the desert tribers being whispered.-
-alongside these pygmy owl advisors were snake advisors too, on the opposite end of the room. The snake Queen was among them, and the snakes in the crowds hissed for her as she bowed to other dignitaries that were arriving into the meeting room as well. Owlina arrived in time and the owls in the crowds hooted for her-
-the only one left was the Flygon King, and the Flygons in the crowds murmurs with worry-
In the foggy Northern seas, a lone fishing boat wanders, hunting for seafood. As the engine drags the boat along the coastline, populated by wind mills and turbines, a string of bright yellow buoys, stretching beyond the horizon, is seen.
"Mein Kapitän! some signals up ahead," yells the watchman.
The old sailor pokes his head out of the bridge's deck, then scratches his beard.
"Hum, it must be the blockade they put around the Bay. We should turn back."
As the small ship struggles to turn and head towards its harbour, a large container ship, filled with construction materials and cranes emerges from the surrounding fog. It passes through the cordon, displaying the flag of the Aquilan Navy.
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.
(OOC: Okay? )
OOC: So the rock didn't blow up, is what I'm saying.
We are the turtle tribe, the guardians of land and sea.
Prologue/Origin Story:
2,000 years ago, we migrated to Chima from across the ocean after our continent crumbled underwater due to an earthquake. We later discovered that this earthquake was the same one that unleashed magical energies from beneath the earth up into the sky. A lot of turtles stayed on the shores of Chima and became sea turtles, while many others migrated onto the land itself and evolved into tortoises, as well as other inland-dwelling turtles. After we had been here for 1,000 years, the aforementioned energies fell from the sky, returning to the land. However, instead of going back into the ground, the magic energies fused with the ocean water, creating chi. After the sea turtles drank the chi and were evolved, our front legs/fins turned into hands; we used our hands to dig canals in the earth from the sea, and the chi water flowed into the mainland. The land animals drank chi from the rivers we created, and they too were evolved. All the evolved turtles and tortoises from across Chima united with the sea turtles at the shores of the sea as one single tribe. We constructed a towering castle and city to live in and keep watch over our fellow animals, both on land and in sea. There we lived for 1,000 years, and we continue to live here today.....
(HQ layout coming next post. )
Tribe Ranks: 1ic: King—1 position open 2ic: Steward—1 position open 3ic: Sureme Commander (ground military)—1 position open 4ic: Grand Admiral (Naval)—2 positions open 5ic: Admiral (naval)—6 positions open Soldier (ground and sea)—infinite positions open Of course, you don't have to be a soldier. Many turtles are scholars, like librarians and scientists. There is an infinite amount of these positions.
There are about 318 species of turtles and tortoises, and all of them are welcome here! To make a turtle character, simply provide its name, gender, species of turtle/tortoise, and the usual stuff. Example:
Name: Tyron Species: Hawksbill Sea Turtle Gender: Male Rank: Turtle King/1ic. Appearence: Like other hawksbill sea turtles, Tyron has a beak-like mouth and a beautiful shell. As the turtle king, his shell is decorated with gold jewelry, and he wears golden shoulderpads, a golden chi harness, and golden robes decorated with green symbols. The lower part of his robe can be removed when Tyron is in battle, revealing green pants covering his lower body. His shoulderpads can fit inside his shell when his minifigure-shaped body goes inside. Weapons/gear: 2 golden swords, a green staff with an emerald embedded in the top, and a green shield with a brown, shell-like pattern on it. Personality: Tyron is wise and kind. He is over 2,000 years old, but that is considered young in Chimian years. He is very helpful, and assists anyone he can. Backstory: Tyron migrated to Chima with the other turtles 2,000 years ago. 1,000 years ago, after being evolved, Tyron was the one who United all the turtles and tortoises into one tribe, and was crowned king.
(OOC: Say, would you accept turtle/tortoise-like pokemon? Say the Blastiose line (Blastoise, Wartortle, Squirtle), the Carracosta line (Carracosta, Tirtouga) and the Torterra Line (Torterra, Grotle, Turtwig) as part of your tribe or as like some sorta like related tribe that isnt very seperate or so? Feel free to look up the pokemon i mentioned. )
(OOC: Got it. Also, Sense cannot be made, it must be sensed. )
(OOC: anyways lets continue. ) -The Owl advisors and Ottowere lead first into the meeting hall, which looked very royal. Courts of all three desert tribes sat as a jury to oversee and vote on things the three leaders will give. The room is full of low-volume chatter and murmurs, all the gossip on the desert tribers being whispered.-
-alongside these pygmy owl advisors were snake advisors too, on the opposite end of the room. The snake Queen was among them, and the snakes in the crowds hissed for her as she bowed to other dignitaries that were arriving into the meeting room as well. Owlina arrived in time and the owls in the crowds hooted for her-
-the only one left was the Flygon King, and the Flygons in the crowds murmurs with worry-
In the foggy Northern seas, a lone fishing boat wanders, hunting for seafood. As the engine drags the boat along the coastline, populated by wind mills and turbines, a string of bright yellow buoys, stretching beyond the horizon, is seen.
"Mein Kapitän! some signals up ahead," yells the watchman.
The old sailor pokes his head out of the bridge's deck, then scratches his beard.
"Hum, it must be the blockade they put around the Bay. We should turn back."
As the small ship struggles to turn and head towards its harbour, a large container ship, filled with construction materials and cranes emerges from the surrounding fog. It passes through the cordon, displaying the flag of the Aquilan Navy.
"I wonder, what are they building there..."
A knock is heard on the door, and an officer enters the spacious room, decorated with wood and Aquillan symbols. He timidly walks to the back wall, where a man behind a great wooden desk gazes out into the distance, overlooking the parks, fountains and houses of Adlerstadt. Gathering strength, the young soldier clears his throat.
"Feldmarschall! Excuse my intrusion, but I bring urgent news! Here."
As Feldmarschall Raubvögel of Hindenburg turns around, the officer lays a cut out newspaper article. It is dominated by a large picture of a massive construction site on top of the sea.
"The nature of the Nordsee Exclusion Zone has been revealed," reads Raubvögel, "Photographs of what seems to be a new project from the Aquilan Army have been leaked by unknown sources. Speculations run wild, from artificial islands to megaships, to a simple naval base. Ah, won't they leave us alone? Mischievous reporters!"
"These have been all over the nation, sir. We suspect that they were taking using advanced telescopic devices. They are being printed in papers, shown in television, and running throughout the internet. Should we abandon the project?"
"No, the Anemoi project must continue! We have poured many resources into it already, and we shall not stop. Widen the exclusion zone and get interceptors ready 24/7. We must finish this. "
At this point, several checkpoints have been placed along the coastline, and aerial patrols can be seen daily in the region. Several train convoys filled with aluminium, rubber, and other building materials as well as machine components are seen converging from the countryside into the exclusion zone.
(OOC: anyways lets continue. ) -The Owl advisors and Ottowere lead first into the meeting hall, which looked very royal. Courts of all three desert tribes sat as a jury to oversee and vote on things the three leaders will give. The room is full of low-volume chatter and murmurs, all the gossip on the desert tribers being whispered.-
-alongside these pygmy owl advisors were snake advisors too, on the opposite end of the room. The snake Queen was among them, and the snakes in the crowds hissed for her as she bowed to other dignitaries that were arriving into the meeting room as well. Owlina arrived in time and the owls in the crowds hooted for her-
-the only one left was the Flygon King, and the Flygons in the crowds murmurs with worry-
We are the turtle tribe, the guardians of land and sea.
Prologue/Origin Story:
2,000 years ago, we migrated to Chima from across the ocean after our continent crumbled underwater due to an earthquake. We later discovered that this earthquake was the same one that unleashed magical energies from beneath the earth up into the sky. A lot of turtles stayed on the shores of Chima and became sea turtles, while many others migrated onto the land itself and evolved into tortoises, as well as other inland-dwelling turtles. After we had been here for 1,000 years, the aforementioned energies fell from the sky, returning to the land. However, instead of going back into the ground, the magic energies fused with the ocean water, creating chi. After the sea turtles drank the chi and were evolved, our front legs/fins turned into hands; we used our hands to dig canals in the earth from the sea, and the chi water flowed into the mainland. The land animals drank chi from the rivers we created, and they too were evolved. All the evolved turtles and tortoises from across Chima united with the sea turtles at the shores of the sea as one single tribe. We constructed a towering castle and city to live in and keep watch over our fellow animals, both on land and in sea. There we lived for 1,000 years, and we continue to live here today.....
(HQ layout coming next post. )
Tribe Ranks: 1ic: King—1 position open 2ic: Steward—1 position open 3ic: Sureme Commander (ground military)—1 position open 4ic: Grand Admiral (Naval)—2 positions open 5ic: Admiral (naval)—6 positions open Soldier (ground and sea)—infinite positions open Of course, you don't have to be a soldier. Many turtles are scholars, like librarians and scientists. There is an infinite amount of these positions.
There are about 318 species of turtles and tortoises, and all of them are welcome here! To make a turtle character, simply provide its name, gender, species of turtle/tortoise, and the usual stuff. Example:
Name: Tyron Species: Hawksbill Sea Turtle Gender: Male Rank: Turtle King/1ic. Appearence: Like other hawksbill sea turtles, Tyron has a beak-like mouth and a beautiful shell. As the turtle king, his shell is decorated with gold jewelry, and he wears golden shoulderpads, a golden chi harness, and golden robes decorated with green symbols. The lower part of his robe can be removed when Tyron is in battle, revealing green pants covering his lower body. His shoulderpads can fit inside his shell when his minifigure-shaped body goes inside. Weapons/gear: 2 golden swords, a green staff with an emerald embedded in the top, and a green shield with a brown, shell-like pattern on it. Personality: Tyron is wise and kind. He is over 2,000 years old, but that is considered young in Chimian years. He is very helpful, and assists anyone he can. Backstory: Tyron migrated to Chima with the other turtles 2,000 years ago. 1,000 years ago, after being evolved, Tyron was the one who United all the turtles and tortoises into one tribe, and was crowned king.
(OOC: Say, would you accept turtle/tortoise-like pokemon? Say the Blastiose line (Blastoise, Wartortle, Squirtle), the Carracosta line (Carracosta, Tirtouga) and the Torterra Line (Torterra, Grotle, Turtwig) as part of your tribe or as like some sorta like related tribe that isnt very seperate or so? Feel free to look up the pokemon i mentioned. )
(OOC: anyways lets continue. ) -The Owl advisors and Ottowere lead first into the meeting hall, which looked very royal. Courts of all three desert tribes sat as a jury to oversee and vote on things the three leaders will give. The room is full of low-volume chatter and murmurs, all the gossip on the desert tribers being whispered.-
-alongside these pygmy owl advisors were snake advisors too, on the opposite end of the room. The snake Queen was among them, and the snakes in the crowds hissed for her as she bowed to other dignitaries that were arriving into the meeting room as well. Owlina arrived in time and the owls in the crowds hooted for her-
-the only one left was the Flygon King, and the Flygons in the crowds murmurs with worry-
(OOC: Got it. Also, Sense cannot be made, it must be sensed. )
(OOC: anyways lets continue. ) -The Owl advisors and Ottowere lead first into the meeting hall, which looked very royal. Courts of all three desert tribes sat as a jury to oversee and vote on things the three leaders will give. The room is full of low-volume chatter and murmurs, all the gossip on the desert tribers being whispered.-
-alongside these pygmy owl advisors were snake advisors too, on the opposite end of the room. The snake Queen was among them, and the snakes in the crowds hissed for her as she bowed to other dignitaries that were arriving into the meeting room as well. Owlina arrived in time and the owls in the crowds hooted for her-
-the only one left was the Flygon King, and the Flygons in the crowds murmurs with worry-
-it has been a few hours, and the jurys were getting restless, the Flygon King hasnt showed, and it prompted such tensions and worrys still-
“Where is the Desert Storm Lord!?” “Where is out Unifying benefactor?!” “The king and demi-god of the desert! Has he forsaken us?!” -cries from the jurys rang out and the two Queens worry-
Owlina: “This is despicable. Where is Flygarra, what makes him do such things as to wait for his bri-err... ‘allied queens’ to do negotiations?!”
Sa’Qhala: “Sure we are all waiting, but what makes the King do this to us?!” -the snake queen hissed out in angst-
-Owlina was tense, but trying to keep her cool.-
Owlina: “Otto, please, go serve your queen and bring the Flygon King here!” -she said in a grouchy tone-
(OOC: Say, would you accept turtle/tortoise-like pokemon? Say the Blastiose line (Blastoise, Wartortle, Squirtle), the Carracosta line (Carracosta, Tirtouga) and the Torterra Line (Torterra, Grotle, Turtwig) as part of your tribe or as like some sorta like related tribe that isnt very seperate or so? Feel free to look up the pokemon i mentioned. )
OOC: Sure.
(OOC: Ah! Don’t forget Turtonator’s line. Anyways, imma just do random civilian actions until i can forge a right character. )
-Local tributarys and water plants in the Turtle kingdom were ran by Carracosta and Blastoise. All the workers carefully checked water supplys and storage systems, treatment plants and such for anything wrong. The workers are fine and happy working.-
-on farming side of things, Torterra work lands via their Ground and Grass-type moves for crops to grow, waterwheels ran by local farm-hands and adolescent Grotles and Wartortles help their families with work. All seems fine here-
-local waste and landfills are handled by Turtonators, burning garbage and sorting out recyclables as a waste management teams. Incinerators were just small buildings and shacks with a large smokestack next to them, the smell of burning garbage gives them more strength and pride in their works, to help further and ease turtle tribe life.-
(OOC: I feel like im missing more turtle pokemon. Ciblast, gurnechnaz, help me out here. )
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Feel free to look up the pokemon i mentioned. 
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