OOC: All young and old nations are requested to attend this conference for a first contact meeting and negotiations which will lead to future roleplays. I am very interested in interacting with the younger nations.
The planet Rouz was an odd world. Its human inhabitants kept to themselves and lived out what was considered the utmost example of an independent and neutral life. They were regarded by those that knew them as a hospitable and reconciliatory people focused upon peace, justice, and harmony. For this quality alone, Rouz had become renown for being the perfect meeting place for various interstellar societies that may be, or may have been at some point engaged in hostilities.
A world much like earth, it was home to temperate, desert and jungle regions across both hemispheres. But it was only upon one southern island where sentient life dwelt. Draste was a humble city, where most of the buildings were made from logs or natural stone, with the backdrop dominated by churches and in the centre a cathedral which stood like a mountain, stretching into the heavens above.
It was in there, in that building, that most conferences took place.
Invitations for this particular conference had been sent to almost every nation of significance throughout the galaxy based on the good reputation of the people of Rouz. It read in the traditional stately format, requesting that nations send dignitaries of some level to an event which would surely interest, if not benefit them in some way. Based on meetings past, everyone was very much aware that they rarely used such terminology flippantly.
Dates, times, landing pads, and rooms of residence had already been arranged for every single race invited. All they really had to do was land and attend what would be one of the most memorable gatherings in years. . .
