Deepest dive

Drbeansguy

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Zyxey

[This RP thread is from Kytangia]

A frazzled royal messenger rushes into the throne room of Amourouge Palace, quickly taking a knee before the holy Empress of the Kytang people.
"Your Depths", said the messenger, "There appears to be a foreign ship in our territorial waters. It does not look like a Kyldigardian ship or a Choslowian ship, or any other ship we have encountered before."

The Empress stood up, striking fear into the hearts of all her subjects within the royal throne room. "I demand that the ship and its contents be drug into the sea and its inhabitants brought before me!" she said in fury.

Another loyal subject spoke up, "Why not just kill them on the spot? They're foreign scum, that is what we have always done..." he cowered in fear after speaking out so bravely.

The Empress calmed down for a minute and sat back on her throne, crossing her titanic tail across her legs. "You ask a good question, but why kill the foreigners now when we can bring them in to assess their species and understand their society? If this truly is a new contact, we might as well understand them more before any conflict is to break out Now fetch me that ship. Use magic to make sure they do not drown in the water just yet. Go now."

A little while later, you see a shadow below the ship, as a Kytang person swims to the surface, hand outstretched ahead of them. The ship is rocked by impact, causing further internal damage as the titantic Kytang royal servant grips the relatively miniscule ship in their fingertips, projecting a magical aura on the people of the ship and beginning to drag it underwater.

[Your Depths is a Kytangite way of saying "your highness", translated into the common tongue.]

Drbeansguy

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Zyxey

The Teprorian crew was ushered into a vast, gigantic prismarine city under the sea, through a deep ocean garden of coral reefs and undersea plants, and into a massive, hexagonal palace the size of most normal-sized organisms' cities.

The interior was extravagantly lavish, and on a throne the size of skyscrapers sat a pompous Empress Roral II. The tiny ship was brought forward into her view, and with a booming voice she inquired, "Who are you foreign invaders and why have you trespassed on rightful Kytangite sea? You have limited time to explain your bold yet stupid actions."

The small ship's crew was surrounded by Kytang knights, bearing futuristic arms and looking threateningly at the tiny Teprorian pests.

"...Explain."

Drbeansguy

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Zyxey

"Who are we?" The Empress stood up, and immediately the knights in by her throne knelt and saluted in her direction. The Empress smiled.

"We are the Kytang people of the Enlightened Kingdom of Kytangia, worshippers of the Great Serpent. Our goal as a nation, to reclaim our domain of Pelia, and thereforth all Sparkalia, from the degeneracy of heathenish faiths and to destroy the corrupt, foreign ideals of equality and progressivism." As per Kytangite tradition, the Empress would never introduce herself, leaving the job to her left-hand knight.

"Her Depths, Empress Roral II of the Enlightened Kingdom of Kitantis, may her reign be eternal", elaborated the servant knight in introduction, rather bluntly and ritualistically.

The Empress continued to speak, nodding toward the knight, seemingly in confirmation. Everyone continued to kneel. "You are the ones who entered the sovereign waters of Kytangia, we were simply defending ourselves from foreign biological invaders." Roral pointed her massive, jeweled staff towards the skimtari guests. "I have heard of Tepror, according to the ancient legends of our former oppressors, it is a sickly, smoggy, mythical land of the dead on the other side of the world." The Empress paused for a moment, sitting back in her throne seat, allowing for the knights to stand back up. She crossed her tail over her legs and leaned on the armrest of her throne, seemingly thinking. She slammed her staff on the ground, ordering a servant into the room. The servant swam in, kneeling and offering a bunch of what seemed to be large fruit to the Empress, who promptly ate them as she sat there, pondering what to say.

Finally, she spoke up again. "What business would the land of the dead have in our great Kingdom? We have never seeked out foreign biologicals, only slayed them. What would make you so bold as to approach my throne completely intentionally?" The Empress seemed irked yet curious.

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Zyxey

"So it's true, you are of the dead lands of Tepror..." the Empress pondered for a moment, "If that is so, unfortunately for us there is not much we can do in terms of...consuming you, as we do to other invaders... You would simply continue to exist, as your kind cannot die...that leaves us in a peculiar position." The Empress shifted her waist, crossing her legs in the other direction on her massive turquoise throne. "Your idea that your so-called "species", if a dead thing can even be called that, could be equal with Kytang might is absurd, but nevertheless I will humor your request to speak to me on the condition that you do not take too long. I have a gladiator fight to spectate before moonrise."

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Zyxey

The Empress's council discussed for a little while and turned to the tiny Teprorians. "You wish to...supply our great nation? What sort of "relations" and "supplies" are you referring to?" questioned the Empress. It was clear she seemed more interested than before but was still cautious of the undead beings before her.

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Zyxey

The Empress and her council talked for a bit, although it really was just formality as the titanic empress had total say as to what the foreign policy of the nation would be. As she stood up to shook the Teprorians' hand, she suddenly hesitated and withdrew her hand, realizing that it would likely squish them. "I desire involvement in your nation's economy and military affairs in such way that you call an 'alliance', then." said the Empress. Murmurs arose among her attendants before she rose up a hand to silence them. The new Empress was young but she still was an iron fist ruler and every Kytang knew that very well. It was also very clear that the Teprorians were not living, however, so at the very least the movement was controversial, rather than outright heretical.
Plus, they all worshipped the Great Serpent, so technically it's not like they hadn't worked with other intelligent species before...
The Empress and the Teprorian delegates talked for a while, agreeing or disagreeing on certain points of the alliance and trade agreement between the two of their nations.

Eventually the Empress sat back down on her throne and the Teprorians were escorted out of the building towards a very large coliseum. A nervous Kytang guide pointed to its east wing, where a much smaller (yet still comparatively massive) unused embassy building was. "Th-this is where we will refurbish and establish a permanent external affairs center for our relationship as national powers." stuttered the guide. "You need not fear us if the Empress has not ordered your deaths, I assume. I'm new to all of this. Oh, by the way, the Empress has invited you to observe a gladiator fight. We just brought in an ideological defector for them to fight, so tensions are really high and everyone is hoping that they will win." It didn't seem to occur to the guide that whoever "they" were wasn't someone that a foreigner would be familiar with, but nevertheless the Teprorians were ushered into the coliseum room, magic keeping them from drowning; the invitation was clearly non-negotiable. You could see the Empress in her booth up top from a while away, each seat being jaw-droppingly large, so large that your tiny crew had to sit on the back rests of the chairs rather than on their building-sized seats.

Many peasants were slaving away in the seats as upper-class citizens began to take seats in preparation for the duel. A very short, scrawny, 160-foot-ish boy, probably an adolescent around the age of 24, stood trying to pick up a sword the size of a house, clearly looking petrified, and clearly also branded with some kind of icon, although it was difficult to see, it looked like some sort of black triangle. † His tail was also nicked, with blood dripping out of it before the fight even began. This clearly would be less of a fair fight and more of a slaughter.
As the gladiator prepared in their training room, there was a moment of time in which the Teprorians had time to talk amongst themselves about their experiences so far, as none of the Kytang bothered trying to talk with the tiny beings next to them.

† The black triangle is a branding mark associated with "ideological defectors" in Kitantis. Ideological beliefs are highly repressed in Kytangia, with state and monarchial beliefs legally mandated.

Drbeansguy

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Zyxey

The fight was a slaughter, the poor dissident boy being torn limb from limb and butchered with a massive sword by a gladiator nearly double his size. Surprisingly, however, the quick defeat did not dissuade the rambuctious crowd from cheering for the gladiator brute, and at the end of the bloodfest she raised an arm in a familiar salute, after which the rest of the stadium followed.

She spoke in an unfamiliar tongue, running around the stadium and high-fiving the raving spectators.

From the commotion, you could tell that she was a veteran, and a long-time one at that. She took her sword and etched another nick in one of her two bulging arms, which already had hundreds all over them, probably from her defeated foes. After the quick fight and celebration, the stadium organizers surprised the gladiator with a swarm of "tiny" sharks swimming out of the opening from whence she entered the ring. Surprised but not off her guard, she deflected the paranha-like giant fish like baseballs with the back of her sword, slashing and smashing them until the water was stained with fish blood. She took a big bite out of one of them and grinned to the rambunctious audience.

Up next, a much more formidible foe was released, in the form of an adult, clearly some sort of prisoner or something of the like. He wielded a large anchor like a mace, probably a prop since no ships that big existed. He flung the anchor at her face, which she caught in her teeth and broke with a bite, shattering the metal in front of a stunned opponent. She then took out her sword and cut through the chain, yanking it towards her and gruesomely biting out the prisoner's throat, and then slashing the gills on his sides with a swift sword motion. Once again, the rowdy stadium cheered for the gladiator woman, and after about an hour of theatrics, the fight came to a close and guards started ushering out the now-murmuring spectators from the stadium booths.