Dungeons and Aliens (IC)
Valcia... A world of many beauties, many creatures... many wars...
This land is home to many tribes of beings, all vying for dominant power.
On the west coast is where the Klingon Empire makes it's home. A large race of some of the fiercest warriors Valcia has ever known. The Klingons fleet of warships is unmatched by any other known fleet. To the east, the Eldar defend what is theres. With their vast magical force, the Klingons and Eldar have been at war for quite some time, although an uneasy peace is currently in place. High above the great dividing lake, the Protoss preside, although the magic that keeps their city airborne is not theirs, though they will never allow anyone to know that the city was discovered when they lost their home from across the seas. The city belongs to a race known as The Vorlons... A race that many no longer believe even existed.
The great planes to the north is bandit country, the nomadic Twi-Lek defend their lands from the Eldar and Klingons that attempt to colonize it. For the last 300 years, they have attempted, then retreated, now they have given up and left it to them.
Then we come to the woodfolk, the Wookiee's as they call them. Wherever you find woodlands, you find Wookiees. They are a friendly enough race, but attempts to subjugate them have been... Catastrophic... The Eldar attempted to make them into slaves, and though their magic allowed them to fight them, the Wookiees pure size, strength and knowledge of the woodlands allowed the Eldar to be outwhitted and thwarted at every turn. The Klingons, finding enemies of their enemies, that are similarly a race of warriors, found allies in the great beasts. They have agreed to a non-aggression treaty with them. The Klingons leave the Wookiees to their forests, and the Wookiees kill any Eldar that enter their lands.
Our quest begins in the middle of the great planes to the north. A lowly tavern where a Klingon drinks his hearty wine and awaits the arrival of those he has summoned, beings from all walks of life, to come together to take on a great quest. They have received summons from him via courier.
Korrag took one final giant swig and emptied his flaggon. Several Twi-Leks were passed out around him, but rose their voices as he began to sing.
"'ej HumtaH 'ej DechtaH 'Iw
'ej Doq SoDtaH ghoSpa' Sqral bIQtIq
'e' pa' jaj law' mo' jaj puS
jaj qeylIS molar mIgh HoHchu'qu'"
Korrag laughed heartily as he finished. "You are all lightweights..." he said. "I have consumed double what each of you have, and yet i am the only one of us still sober." He struck his fist on the table, causing one of the Twi-Lek's to onto the floor, giggling uncontrolablly. "WENCH!!! MORE BLOOD WINE!!!" he roared. "By Molok, where are they? I sent them the summons, meet at the Sleeping Rancor inn, on the 12th moon of daggerfall. Why dost they delay?"
Astaroth was walking through the plains, where he found the tavern he had been commissioned to meet at. He heard an ungodly row in the building, as he opened the tavern door, with a Klingon shouting for more blood-wine, at a table with completely drunken Twi-lek. He looked at the fools with a wry smile, as he remembered the Klingons as one of the most boisterous races known on this continent. He went over to a table near the center and sat down, putting his boots up, and waiting.
He had been in the tavern for quite some time actually, though through his drunken stupor the Klingon would never notice him as he sat in the corner, wrapped in a make shift disguise which was more of a shoddy robe to conceal his double jointed legs and slim waist. Truth was a rare thing, and what was rarer were those who see it. He had learnt that lesson long ago, and your not likely to forget the reason why you were exiled from your home, thrown to the wind for crimes you were not guilty of. An elder entered the tavern, looking up as he tracked him around the room, his supposed hirer bursting into song. Lets just see who else is going to be braught along...
Ardana couldn't help giggling. The Klingon was idiotic enough to actually think she was drunk. She had in fact, been pretending to drink, while pouring her drinks into the glass of the twi'lek on the floor. She hoped the giggling was mistaken for drunkeness, and to reinforce this, she drank from her glass-her first drink of the evening. She had worked too hard this afternoon and evening to have it all for nought, so she would take one little risk. Soon, she thought, it would all be worth it.