-The Duke Siblings watch this boring meeting, wanting to get back to their car and have another joyride in it-
Vamprah spots them and glares at them, sending a chill up each of their spines. He makes rapid hand gestures. Why are these children here, in my throne room? The members of the ruling council and the high-ranking army leaders (egorsmirnov ) turn towards the siblings.
Vuke Duke: “Hey! We aint children!”
Vo Duke: “Respect us, why dont ya?!”
Vaisy Duke: “Sure they have a point, buuuuut... whatever...”
-The Duke Siblings watch this boring meeting, wanting to get back to their car and have another joyride in it-
Vamprah spots them and glares at them, sending a chill up each of their spines. He makes rapid hand gestures. Why are these children here, in my throne room? The members of the ruling council and the high-ranking army leaders (egorsmirnov ) turn towards the siblings.
Vamprah spots them and glares at them, sending a chill up each of their spines. He makes rapid hand gestures. Why are these children here, in my throne room? The members of the ruling council and the high-ranking army leaders (egorsmirnov ) turn towards the siblings.
Vezon: Who are you? What do you want?
The siblings in unisor: “Arent we all 2IC? Something gave us this rank, ya know...”
Lord Vamprah sits on his throne of ice down in the center of the base below the Talon Towers. He makes a sound that amounts to a rumbling growl and gesticulates his hands in sign language before his vulture "brothers" gathered around him. When will the curse be broken? I had a dream a few months ago that it would happen, but the curse that confines us here still stands. A vulture steps forward: "My lord, it is bound to be broken soon. No curse can truly last forever." Vamprah stands, small shards of ice falling from his ice-coated pants, and makes more hand gestures. Can it? It certainly seems to be lasting forever. Another vulture: "My lord, as long as the Valley of Balance exists, the curse will remain unbroken. So I agree with you, my liege." Another vulture: "Well, no, not necessarily. We were informed that there could be alternative ways to break the curse, remember?" Vamprah sinks back into his throne, gesturing more before putting his "chin" (the edge of his lower beak) on his right hand. We shall see...we shall see.
An envoy of Mammoths approach, seeking audience with Vamprah. In their midst is the fierce Princess Maulisa, her infamous buzz-saw shield lazily affixed to her back. Her black fur glistens, her golden eyes gleaming.
Lord Vamprah sits on his throne of ice down in the center of the base below the Talon Towers. He makes a sound that amounts to a rumbling growl and gesticulates his hands in sign language before his vulture "brothers" gathered around him. When will the curse be broken? I had a dream a few months ago that it would happen, but the curse that confines us here still stands. A vulture steps forward: "My lord, it is bound to be broken soon. No curse can truly last forever." Vamprah stands, small shards of ice falling from his ice-coated pants, and makes more hand gestures. Can it? It certainly seems to be lasting forever. Another vulture: "My lord, as long as the Valley of Balance exists, the curse will remain unbroken. So I agree with you, my liege." Another vulture: "Well, no, not necessarily. We were informed that there could be alternative ways to break the curse, remember?" Vamprah sinks back into his throne, gesturing more before putting his "chin" (the edge of his lower beak) on his right hand. We shall see...we shall see.
An envoy of Mammoths approach, seeking audience with Vamprah. In their midst is the fierce Princess Maulisa, her infamous buzz-saw shield lazily affixed to her back. Her black fur glistens, her golden eyes gleaming.
Vultures fly out of the Towers and lower base and fly in circles above the envoy as Vamprah flies down to the snow, a line of blue energy coming out of his cybernetic wing's rocket booster. He lands in front of the mammoths, accompanied by guards. He signs a greeting. Welcome, Mammoth Princess.
The siblings in unisor: “Arent we all 2IC? Something gave us this rank, ya know...”
OOC: No, no. They're too young and inexperienced to be on the ruling council. They can be high-ranking soldiers or something.
(OOC: Are you seriously saying i cant have my character’s positions since they are “too young”? Your not to accept my character’s positions and let someone else take over? No, i DEMAND they be 2IC, weather they are experienced or not. )
OOC: No, no. They're too young and inexperienced to be on the ruling council. They can be high-ranking soldiers or something.
(OOC: Are you seriously saying i cant have my character’s positions since they are “too young”? Your not to accept my character’s positions and let someone else take over? No, i DEMAND they be 2IC, weather they are experienced or not. )
OOC: No, they will not be on the Council of Advisors. That would be like putting a teenager or young adult in a high position in the White House, that makes little sense. They can be 2ic if you change their ages to hundreds or thousands of years.
An envoy of Mammoths approach, seeking audience with Vamprah. In their midst is the fierce Princess Maulisa, her infamous buzz-saw shield lazily affixed to her back. Her black fur glistens, her golden eyes gleaming.
Vultures fly out of the Towers and lower base and fly in circles above the envoy as Vamprah flies down to the snow, a line of blue energy coming out of his cybernetic wing's rocket booster. He lands in front of the mammoths, accompanied by guards. He signs a greeting. Welcome, Mammoth Princess.
Maulisa signs back a greeting.
Hello, Vamprah. As was previously discussed, the Mammoths seek to ally with the Ice Hunters.
(OOC: Are you seriously saying i cant have my character’s positions since they are “too young”? Your not to accept my character’s positions and let someone else take over? No, i DEMAND they be 2IC, weather they are experienced or not. )
OOC: No, they will not be on the Council of Advisors. That would be like putting a teenager or young adult in a high position in the White House, that makes little sense. They can be 2ic if you change their ages to hundreds or thousands of years.
(OOC: Im sorry i dont belive that MILLENNIALS AND CENTURIONS are required. )
(OOC: Are you seriously saying i cant have my character’s positions since they are “too young”? Your not to accept my character’s positions and let someone else take over? No, i DEMAND they be 2IC, weather they are experienced or not. )
OOC: No, they will not be on the Council of Advisors. That would be like putting a teenager or young adult in a high position in the White House, that makes little sense. They can be 2ic if you change their ages to hundreds or thousands of years.
Vultures fly out of the Towers and lower base and fly in circles above the envoy as Vamprah flies down to the snow, a line of blue energy coming out of his cybernetic wing's rocket booster. He lands in front of the mammoths, accompanied by guards. He signs a greeting. Welcome, Mammoth Princess.
Maulisa signs back a greeting.
Hello, Vamprah. As was previously discussed, the Mammoths seek to ally with the Ice Hunters.
OOC: Vamprah does understand languages, he just doesn't talk.
IC: Vamprah nods. Perhaps an alliance would be beneficial.
OOC: No, they will not be on the Council of Advisors. That would be like putting a teenager or young adult in a high position in the White House, that makes little sense. They can be 2ic if you change their ages to hundreds or thousands of years.
(OOC: Im sorry i dont belive that MILLENNIALS AND CENTURIONS are required. )