Post by nakarak on Apr 25, 2007 22:03:35 GMT -5
(OOC: This invitation is open to any nation who wishes to come. No more than three or four, though. I don't want it to get too complicated.)
Nakar Kor rose from his throne and walked forward onto the altar to survey the throngs in the courtyard below. He was in his thirties, with the black hair and silvery blue eyes of a native of Nakarak. He stood a head higher than his bodyguards and radiated an aura of supreme authority. A black cloak made of shimmerskin adourned his figure, and atop his head sat the regal bone crown of the Nakar, showing him to be the Will of the Gods and leader of all of Nakarak.
Nakar Kor lifted his arms, and the crowd instantly fell silent. They gazed at him with the adoration and fanatic devotion of those willing to die for their beliefs. His voice echoed across the courtyard of the Grand Palace as he spoke.
"People of Nakarak, the time to reveal ourselves to the world has come!" Cheers burst from the crowd, and Nakar Kor paused while they fell silent. "The leaders of the nations of the outside world shall soon arrive, and we will show them the glory that the gods have wrought! The city is to be prepared to accomodate the outsiders. No one is to harm them unless I command otherwise. They are our guests. Let it be so!" He left the courtyard and returned to his private audience chamber to begin the preparations.
Nakar Kor signaled a Dumaka aid outside his chamber, who came forward and bowed before him. He addressed the aid, "You are to compose a message to the leaders of every nation within a thousand klickits of Nakarak. It shall read thus: 'The Kingdom of Nakarak humbly requests your presence at a diplomatic conference one week from today. You are permitted two bodyguards for yourself and an aid to send messages if necessary, but bring no one else. Your presence would be a great honor to our people. So says Nakar Kor, leader of the Kingdom of Nakarak.' Have the message sent out by nightfall."
The aid bowed his head low and replied, "Your will be done." He scurried off to the relay station.
Nakar Kor smiled to himself as he entered his audience chamber and sat upon his mighty throne, carved from ebony and bone. And so it begins.
Nakar Kor rose from his throne and walked forward onto the altar to survey the throngs in the courtyard below. He was in his thirties, with the black hair and silvery blue eyes of a native of Nakarak. He stood a head higher than his bodyguards and radiated an aura of supreme authority. A black cloak made of shimmerskin adourned his figure, and atop his head sat the regal bone crown of the Nakar, showing him to be the Will of the Gods and leader of all of Nakarak.
Nakar Kor lifted his arms, and the crowd instantly fell silent. They gazed at him with the adoration and fanatic devotion of those willing to die for their beliefs. His voice echoed across the courtyard of the Grand Palace as he spoke.
"People of Nakarak, the time to reveal ourselves to the world has come!" Cheers burst from the crowd, and Nakar Kor paused while they fell silent. "The leaders of the nations of the outside world shall soon arrive, and we will show them the glory that the gods have wrought! The city is to be prepared to accomodate the outsiders. No one is to harm them unless I command otherwise. They are our guests. Let it be so!" He left the courtyard and returned to his private audience chamber to begin the preparations.
Nakar Kor signaled a Dumaka aid outside his chamber, who came forward and bowed before him. He addressed the aid, "You are to compose a message to the leaders of every nation within a thousand klickits of Nakarak. It shall read thus: 'The Kingdom of Nakarak humbly requests your presence at a diplomatic conference one week from today. You are permitted two bodyguards for yourself and an aid to send messages if necessary, but bring no one else. Your presence would be a great honor to our people. So says Nakar Kor, leader of the Kingdom of Nakarak.' Have the message sent out by nightfall."
The aid bowed his head low and replied, "Your will be done." He scurried off to the relay station.
Nakar Kor smiled to himself as he entered his audience chamber and sat upon his mighty throne, carved from ebony and bone. And so it begins.
