[EMPIRE] Getting to Gebui

[SamBurke]

The diplomats did their best to find the remnants of the people of Gebui, to figure out where and when they had disappeared. Rumor was that Montoyon had surrendered to METAL, and was no more.

Yet they had clear orders, and thus, they were making their way through, posing as merchant wagon-drivers, with just another shipment of magnetite. Their passports checked out, their wagons were indeed filled with a small shipment of the metal. However at every town, they looked for a sign of the retinue of the man, any possible chance to find him. Was their errand in vain?

[QuintonBeck]

The diplomats did their best to find the remnants of the people of Gebui, to figure out where and when they had disappeared. Rumor was that Montoyon had surrendered to METAL, and was no more.

Yet they had clear orders, and thus, they were making their way through, posing as merchant wagon-drivers, with just another shipment of magnetite. Their passports checked out, their wagons were indeed filled with a small shipment of the metal. However at every town, they looked for a sign of the retinue of the man, any possible chance to find him. Was their errand in vain?

The streets of Eliziar, now known as Warkil under the occupation of METAL was a rather quiet and somber town at the edge of Saroc/Monto territory. Guilderene merchants never traveled very far into the interior of Alliance lands and so had missed the changes that had been fermenting beyond the border but now even here it was obvious. The once proud Monto people were no longer proud. As a matter of course, they were no longer there much at all. Saroc instead dominated the streets and the Monto scuttled about nervously every time a Saroc Kha walked by.

The Guilderene merchants arrived at their normal unloading zone from which point they would be unable to continue further. Saroc armed guards stood around but Monto still ran the merchant guild here and approached the Guilderenes.

"Ah, a shipment of the magenet tite, yes?" the merchant lead said, examining the contents of the wagon, his voice thickly accented but having inflections of Guilderene to his common.

"So the Doje of Guilder say yes to Stormskull? Keepa shippin the goods even if no more shipping from Monto, or Alliance I mean, yes? This is sad, but good for people who like fine Guilder product, yes? Sad that Guilder fall like great Gebui, but no dwell, yes?"

[SamBurke]

The streets of Eliziar, now known as Warkil under the occupation of METAL was a rather quiet and somber town at the edge of Saroc/Monto territory. Guilderene merchants never traveled very far into the interior of Alliance lands and so had missed the changes that had been fermenting beyond the border but now even here it was obvious. The once proud Monto people were no longer proud. As a matter of course, they were no longer there much at all. Saroc instead dominated the streets and the Monto scuttled about nervously every time a Saroc Kha walked by.

The Guilderene merchants arrived at their normal unloading zone from which point they would be unable to continue further. Saroc armed guards stood around but Monto still ran the merchant guild here and approached the Guilderenes.

"Ah, a shipment of the magenet tite, yes?" the merchant lead said, examining the contents of the wagon, his voice thickly accented but having inflections of Guilderene to his common.

"So the Doje of Guilder say yes to Stormskull? Keepa shippin the goods even if no more shipping from Monto, or Alliance I mean, yes? This is sad, but good for people who like fine Guilder product, yes? Sad that Guilder fall like great Gebui, but no dwell, yes?"The merchants nod. "It is indeed quite sad... I mean, Guilder has more than enough fight left in it to stand up to Stormskull, but Wesley was unsure about whether the Monto would stand with them..."

He glanced around, making sure the orc guards were busy unloading, and not listening. "Is there any chance that some of the Monto would like to throw off Orc rule? They may be powerful, but, very soon, they shall not be... There is to be a battle far to the North that will decide against them."

[QuintonBeck]

The merchants nod. "It is indeed quite sad... I mean, Guilder has more than enough fight left in it to stand up to Stormskull, but Wesley was unsure about whether the Monto would stand with them..."

He glanced around, making sure the orc guards were busy unloading, and not listening. "Is there any chance that some of the Monto would like to throw off Orc rule? They may be powerful, but, very soon, they shall not be... There is to be a battle far to the North that will decide against them."

"We had thought you had joined with them, yes? When they came into our towns with armor and upon the saurs of Guilder we knew it was over, yes?" the merchant said, "But now you fight them, yes? They extort from you your prizes of technology but turned now to destroy them instead, yes? We of Monto try the same. Great Gebui try and make peace with Saroc, was attacked, just as Guilder, yes?"

"We are not fighting no more though, no. Not after Megadeth soul-eat Gebui.Very bad business. We no like Saroc, but Saroc kill and soul-eat Monto if we fight and Guilder already being attacked, not seeing any Guilder troops here, yes? Only you carrying tribute, yes? Monto might fight, but not if all we promises is death without end, yes? No profit," he said, pronouncing the word as if foreign and looking to see if he used it correctly, "Show Monto Guilder comes and strong to rescue, then we fight, yes? No Guilder, no fight, yes?"