Post by NPCmod on Jul 16, 2009 1:55:09 GMT -5
OOC: First bit is completely optional, but offers a lot of info that might be nice to know for understanding a bit of the thread. If you don't feel like reading, skip to the unitalicized part.
Let me tell you a story…
Listen and learn my kittens. Listen and I will tell you of a time of plenty, a time of peace, of hope, of dreams. Nibuncia were once treasured as bringers of life and hope. We calmed the floods and guided Remoorian ships during storms. We lived alongside humans as partners, as protectors, as friends, closer than family. Some even worshipped us as goddesses. We treasured our humans; we brought light and joy into each other’s life.
Our kits splashed in the streams side by side with human children; our elders slept by their fires. Each clan had their own territory; we were divided, that is true, but each clan had its home, its people, and its family. All our coats were pale blue, except, of course, for the legendary white-furred ones who were born once in a blue moon. They were treasured beyond compare for their ethereal ghost white appearance. Our spiral markings represented eternal life, the never-ending journey of life, death, and rebirth.
Kitcia seemingly outnumbered the stars in the sky as they splashed through the rivers and streams of Remoor. Nekuncia did not wander endlessly. They instead tried their strength against the glittering waterfalls and raging surf, striving to become stronger for the pure joy of testing their strength against the raging torrents of nature. We Nibuncia were the Bringers of Hope, Protectors and Helpers to the Remoorian people.
It was a time when we were treasured instead of feared, worshipped of goddesses instead of hunted like vermin, bringers of hope instead of bringers of vengeance.
Gather and I will tell you a story of when our lives were good. Let me tell you of a time when there was no war, no treachery; we did not want, we did not need, we did not fear, we did not kill, we did not hate.
Let me tell you of the First Betrayal, of the Retreat, of the Cycle of Learning. Let me teach you of Thema and Kepi and Sanura and Ebio and Salama the Calm, each leaders of a turn of the Cycle. Let me tell you of the great twins Mesi and Moswen, of the Finder Ode. Let me tell you of the First Queen Bastet. Let me tell you of the one whose name is cursed and blessed, our Savior, our Destroyer, also called the Condemner and Shadow-Queen, the last of the old and the first of the new, the Mother Nepthys.
Mosie peered out from between the branches, light blue fur and steely spirals glinting in the light filtering through the branches, tails whipping irritably behind him. The Nekuncia was not happy about this. Bringing a human to the Lake…it hadn’t been done for years, decades-generations of humans. Even the renewal of the contract with the Professor of Barkwish whenever a new Queen was chosen was carried out through emissaries.
But Seshafi had brought word directly from Queen Umm. Mosie could remember it like it was yesterday, even though it had been over a week. A lean, elegant Nibuncia had seemingly just appeared out of the mist one morning while Mosie was lazing about in his favorite hot spring. Why Queen Umm had chosen him, Mosie hadn’t a clue, but he suspected it was because he was going to be the last to the Gathering as it was. Mosie didn’t like to move quickly; he liked to take in the sights, watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the stars, watch people walking by, bat lazily at a Dia or two, and of course, just snooze while he floated around in a pond or something. The wanderlust that infected Nekuncia had not sunk its claws very deeply into Mosie’s mind.
Seshafi had appeared, a dark shape in the mists, growled out her message and then disappeared as swiftly as she came. Mosie had just stood there, stunned, not quite believing what had happened. He had almost gone back to his nap, but then a paw had come out of nowhere and cuffed him on the ear, and a growly voice told him that in no uncertain terms would he ‘forget’ about his mission. He would guide the Ranger delegate to the Gathering, or face Queen Umm’s wrath.
So here he was, about to stride out and start guiding this…boy to the most important Gathering of his life. He didn’t look like much. Why hadn’t the Rangers sent a more…impressive delegate to speak to the Queen? Mosie knew exactly why he was the guide. He was personable, and moved at a speed more to a human’s liking instead of an average Nekuncia’s endless journey until they dropped. He was also a male, more expendable than the females, and not even that strong.
But Mosie was glad to serve his Queen in whatever way he could.
The Nekuncia summoned his courage and gave himself a shake, his short back fish rustling against the leaves slightly. One deep breath, and he trotted to the boy with quite a bit more confidence than he actually felt. He thought it was a boy. Sometimes with humans it was a bit difficult to tell and this one looked like it could use a few more feedings.
As soon as the boy realized he was there, words spilled out as Mosie introduced himself “You are the delegate I take it? My name is Ahmose, son of Grandmother Masika” oh yes, another reason he was chosen. He was the son of the previous Queen, the one who had kept the previous contract with the Professor of Barkwish. Grandmother Masika-deceased Queens were referred as Grandmother of course, as the current Queen took on the title of Mother-had kept very good relations with humans throughout her reign, moreso than most of the previous Queens. Some had whispered that this closeness, bordering on friendship, had spelled her downfall. Masika had been killed during the war, protecting humans. The current Queen had yet to truly reveal her stance with humans, but the mere offering to negotiate with humans was far diverged from the normal politics of Nibuncia.
Mosie shook himself from his thoughts. Getting lost in daydreams was another habit of his; something he could not afford to do in the presence of a human. He focused his whole attention on the girl, sea-green eyes boring into hers, trying to figure out her motives.
Hmmm…a plus for the human. Mosie could smell the scent of a Kitcia. Well, maybe it wasn’t a plus. Some of the Elders did not take kindly to any of their kits being raised by humans. True, there were more kits nowadays than could be raised by Nibuncia, but some of the Elders held their prejudices. A kit certainly couldn’t learn the culture from being raised by humans. Mosie would have to try and remedy that on the journey. Yet another thing to add to his to-do list, along with get the human to the Gathering in one piece.
“You ready to go? Hope you can keep up because I cannot afford to wait for you” Mosie began walking down a path without waiting for an introduction or reply. He could talk while they moved. They were already late to the start of the Gathering.
OOC:
Calista: your goal is to find some strategy to follow the Ranger. Either go undercover, or just follow them.
You have been loaned a Pokemon for the duration of this mission:
Name: Clefable
Gender: Male
Species: Clefable
Age: 10
Level: 50
Ability: Cute Charm
Personality: Trained to act bright, sunny, and friendly. Obeys ANY orders without question with a smile on his face. Specializes in disabling/restraining/capturing multiple opponents.
Attacks:
Drake: The scenario-you were suddenly awoken extremely early this morning by a messenger who gave you a very short brief about the mission. The Breeder who was supposed to go on the mission had been stung by one of the Skorupi. She would be ok, but was unable to go on the mission. Drake was the best remaining choice because of his Kitcia.
Your goal-to ‘make friends’ with the Nibuncia Queen and other key figures in their politics in hopes of forming an alliance. The Rangers would like some more Kitcia to give to their recruits. As a bonus, see if you can get them to form a solid alliance against Pravus. Nibuncia dislike humans as a whole, so have been wary of forming pacts with humans even though they hate Pravus a LOT.
Let me tell you a story…
Listen and learn my kittens. Listen and I will tell you of a time of plenty, a time of peace, of hope, of dreams. Nibuncia were once treasured as bringers of life and hope. We calmed the floods and guided Remoorian ships during storms. We lived alongside humans as partners, as protectors, as friends, closer than family. Some even worshipped us as goddesses. We treasured our humans; we brought light and joy into each other’s life.
Our kits splashed in the streams side by side with human children; our elders slept by their fires. Each clan had their own territory; we were divided, that is true, but each clan had its home, its people, and its family. All our coats were pale blue, except, of course, for the legendary white-furred ones who were born once in a blue moon. They were treasured beyond compare for their ethereal ghost white appearance. Our spiral markings represented eternal life, the never-ending journey of life, death, and rebirth.
Kitcia seemingly outnumbered the stars in the sky as they splashed through the rivers and streams of Remoor. Nekuncia did not wander endlessly. They instead tried their strength against the glittering waterfalls and raging surf, striving to become stronger for the pure joy of testing their strength against the raging torrents of nature. We Nibuncia were the Bringers of Hope, Protectors and Helpers to the Remoorian people.
It was a time when we were treasured instead of feared, worshipped of goddesses instead of hunted like vermin, bringers of hope instead of bringers of vengeance.
Gather and I will tell you a story of when our lives were good. Let me tell you of a time when there was no war, no treachery; we did not want, we did not need, we did not fear, we did not kill, we did not hate.
Let me tell you of the First Betrayal, of the Retreat, of the Cycle of Learning. Let me teach you of Thema and Kepi and Sanura and Ebio and Salama the Calm, each leaders of a turn of the Cycle. Let me tell you of the great twins Mesi and Moswen, of the Finder Ode. Let me tell you of the First Queen Bastet. Let me tell you of the one whose name is cursed and blessed, our Savior, our Destroyer, also called the Condemner and Shadow-Queen, the last of the old and the first of the new, the Mother Nepthys.
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Mosie peered out from between the branches, light blue fur and steely spirals glinting in the light filtering through the branches, tails whipping irritably behind him. The Nekuncia was not happy about this. Bringing a human to the Lake…it hadn’t been done for years, decades-generations of humans. Even the renewal of the contract with the Professor of Barkwish whenever a new Queen was chosen was carried out through emissaries.
But Seshafi had brought word directly from Queen Umm. Mosie could remember it like it was yesterday, even though it had been over a week. A lean, elegant Nibuncia had seemingly just appeared out of the mist one morning while Mosie was lazing about in his favorite hot spring. Why Queen Umm had chosen him, Mosie hadn’t a clue, but he suspected it was because he was going to be the last to the Gathering as it was. Mosie didn’t like to move quickly; he liked to take in the sights, watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the stars, watch people walking by, bat lazily at a Dia or two, and of course, just snooze while he floated around in a pond or something. The wanderlust that infected Nekuncia had not sunk its claws very deeply into Mosie’s mind.
Seshafi had appeared, a dark shape in the mists, growled out her message and then disappeared as swiftly as she came. Mosie had just stood there, stunned, not quite believing what had happened. He had almost gone back to his nap, but then a paw had come out of nowhere and cuffed him on the ear, and a growly voice told him that in no uncertain terms would he ‘forget’ about his mission. He would guide the Ranger delegate to the Gathering, or face Queen Umm’s wrath.
So here he was, about to stride out and start guiding this…boy to the most important Gathering of his life. He didn’t look like much. Why hadn’t the Rangers sent a more…impressive delegate to speak to the Queen? Mosie knew exactly why he was the guide. He was personable, and moved at a speed more to a human’s liking instead of an average Nekuncia’s endless journey until they dropped. He was also a male, more expendable than the females, and not even that strong.
But Mosie was glad to serve his Queen in whatever way he could.
The Nekuncia summoned his courage and gave himself a shake, his short back fish rustling against the leaves slightly. One deep breath, and he trotted to the boy with quite a bit more confidence than he actually felt. He thought it was a boy. Sometimes with humans it was a bit difficult to tell and this one looked like it could use a few more feedings.
As soon as the boy realized he was there, words spilled out as Mosie introduced himself “You are the delegate I take it? My name is Ahmose, son of Grandmother Masika” oh yes, another reason he was chosen. He was the son of the previous Queen, the one who had kept the previous contract with the Professor of Barkwish. Grandmother Masika-deceased Queens were referred as Grandmother of course, as the current Queen took on the title of Mother-had kept very good relations with humans throughout her reign, moreso than most of the previous Queens. Some had whispered that this closeness, bordering on friendship, had spelled her downfall. Masika had been killed during the war, protecting humans. The current Queen had yet to truly reveal her stance with humans, but the mere offering to negotiate with humans was far diverged from the normal politics of Nibuncia.
Mosie shook himself from his thoughts. Getting lost in daydreams was another habit of his; something he could not afford to do in the presence of a human. He focused his whole attention on the girl, sea-green eyes boring into hers, trying to figure out her motives.
Hmmm…a plus for the human. Mosie could smell the scent of a Kitcia. Well, maybe it wasn’t a plus. Some of the Elders did not take kindly to any of their kits being raised by humans. True, there were more kits nowadays than could be raised by Nibuncia, but some of the Elders held their prejudices. A kit certainly couldn’t learn the culture from being raised by humans. Mosie would have to try and remedy that on the journey. Yet another thing to add to his to-do list, along with get the human to the Gathering in one piece.
“You ready to go? Hope you can keep up because I cannot afford to wait for you” Mosie began walking down a path without waiting for an introduction or reply. He could talk while they moved. They were already late to the start of the Gathering.
OOC:
Calista: your goal is to find some strategy to follow the Ranger. Either go undercover, or just follow them.
You have been loaned a Pokemon for the duration of this mission:
Name: Clefable
Gender: Male
Species: Clefable
Age: 10
Level: 50
Ability: Cute Charm
Personality: Trained to act bright, sunny, and friendly. Obeys ANY orders without question with a smile on his face. Specializes in disabling/restraining/capturing multiple opponents.
Attacks:
- Magical Leaf
- Charm
- Sweet Kiss
- Sing
- Moonlight
- Toxic
- Shock Wave
- Thunder Wave
Drake: The scenario-you were suddenly awoken extremely early this morning by a messenger who gave you a very short brief about the mission. The Breeder who was supposed to go on the mission had been stung by one of the Skorupi. She would be ok, but was unable to go on the mission. Drake was the best remaining choice because of his Kitcia.
Your goal-to ‘make friends’ with the Nibuncia Queen and other key figures in their politics in hopes of forming an alliance. The Rangers would like some more Kitcia to give to their recruits. As a bonus, see if you can get them to form a solid alliance against Pravus. Nibuncia dislike humans as a whole, so have been wary of forming pacts with humans even though they hate Pravus a LOT.
