[EMPIRE] The Centennial Gala (Year 499)

[Gengy]

This is an EMPIRE event. If you are interested in EMPIRE, please feel free to visit the current OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?326407-EMPIRE!-A-World-Building-Game-of-People-amp-Discovery).

THE CENTENNIAL GALA
Location: The Sea of Glass (Region 130)
https://donachyblog.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/going-out-resurrection-bay.jpgYear: 499, the last day before Year 500
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The Sea of Glass appears on most maps of Telluris. That is about the extent most people know of the island nation. Sailors along the Sea of the Golden Sun and the Western Ocean know of the massive whale-like Pono al a Ono, who make their homes there. A select few traders acknowledge its nitrate and adamantium trade. So when the Seaborne Confederation chose to hold the Centenial Gala there, it was puzzling; intriguing even. Still, the Islanders were known for their parties, and no one could recall any deaths coming from them. More than a few births, sure, but no deaths.

Your well-informed captain brings you into the Central Gate. It is a mile-wide expanse of deep channel between two looming sea-mounts of black granite and obsidian. Along each shore has sprouted cities of barges and ships permanently moored. Northgate and Southgate, they were the trading points for the Nitrate and Adamantium trade. But they were not to be the destination for this event.

A resplendent Seaborne Confederation battle cruiser is waiting to greet you. Flying a diplomatic flag, its onagers and scorpions are clearly stowed. Its massive paddlewheels maneuver the ship easily, keeping it in the center of the channel. Aeromancers ensure the winds fail sailing ships, and aerial creatures find it difficult to maneuver. Still, the peaceful intent is clear. Sound amplifiers of thundersheet plant broadcast a friendly greeting to each approaching delegation, asking politely if they might send over a guide.

This skilled guide take your ship(s) along the Southern shore, winds gently pushing the ships precisely where they need to go. The glittering sea mounts and jagged shoals point out the accuracy of the region’s name. It was a sea of glittering, dark glass, rising from the ocean. Their destination was a small island some distance off the coast of another larger sea mount. As they approach, they realize the island itself was in the process of being carved into a giant complex of some kind. Numerous docks dotted the island, and in many places vast ramps descended from the building to the sea.


The Docks
Resplendent in size, the Docks take up most of the east side of the island; some look to have been more recently constructed in order to fit the number of ships expected to arrive. Here, ships are guided into port, and anchored and welcomed by the locals with offerings of flowers and celebratory drinks. A little further down the coast is a large, well lit path, and a beach where several people are already swimming or relaxing.

The Path from the Docks is a wide, level path of rounded and compressed granite. It sloped gently up from the shore and the docks, and branched into two paths, one to the stage and one to the massive museum. At the fork stood two giant chairs. The chairs were placed inside stone archways. It is an odd sort of artwork, with very little ornamentation. Your guide is non-committal as to its purpose or artistic message. He or she simply guides you wherever you wish to go. At the end of the path, attendants await, offering schedules of tonight's events for those who desire it.

The Shore Stage
Along the western shore of the island, an amphitheater has been carved. The left and right flanks of the theater are carved in wide platforms, suitable for the Pono to relcline upon. In the middle, shorter, wider steps provide ample space for human sized guests. A wide flat oval floor provides space for performance art. To the west, overlooking the sea, lay a narrower, lower, platform. The kind often used for an orchestra. At the moment it was occupied by a large podium, shaped like a huge wave and painted deep blue. The wave crest of the podium was magnificently crafted, and it hit upon two stylized rocks on either side of the podium. Atop it, there was what appeared to be another thundersheet microphone. Looking closely, there was something unusual about the podium as a whole... but it was hard to pin down exactly what. The stage acts currently available vary, from spoken-word human comedy to goblin musicians to Pono al Ono acapella.

The Grand Gala
Inside the massive amphitheater, a wide ramp circles about a central atrium. Along the walls of the ramp are displayed artworks from many lands alongside native Pono works in metal and stone. Tapestries and woven fabrics feature heavily in the artwork. The Pono al a Ono have long been fascinated by them, trading heavily with Nyroth for silk. Tables have been set up along the inner rail, overlooking the central atrium. Each group of tables is reserved for one attending group, carefully placed to minimize diplomatic tension. The Pono al a Ono delegation occupied the lowest seating area. A half dozen of the massive beasts and their translators awaited any who wished to speak with them.

The central atrium was a vertical garden of rare plants, standing on pillars and hanging from chains. It was very reminiscent of a coral reef, with brightly colored, flowing plants at the top, and thicker, darker ones at the bottom. Kestuek light crystals hung from chandeliers, giving the place a flickering quality.
Along the outer wall of the vast curving ramp, tables with a huge variety of foods and drinks were available. Attentive wait staff also walked around with sample trays.

The Art Museum
A central part of the island within the Sea of Glass, this is a fantastic display of culture and curios from the Seaborne Confederation. It also offers many areas that one could quietly converse, if one so desired.

Beautiful as the place was, it was even more so now that there were the decorations all over for the theme: Under the Sea. The walls and buildings were bedecked in sea-blues and greens, and even though it is only midday, the torches were lit and made to look like pieces of colorfully burning coral. Soft oceanic music, reminiscent of the ocean breeze, played in the background while the guests were arriving.

With thanks to lt_Murgen for hosting, and assisting in writing up the location. If you are an EMPIRE player, please feel free to attend. Remember, the Invitations (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18685274&postcount=932) limit each person to 5 attendants (so, six people, total, including your primary dignitary).


IMPORTANT REMINDER
Out of Character knowledge: The Makgrull will show up in a few IRL days.
In Character knowledge: This is a Gala supported by the Seaborne Confederation.

Current Time: 2pm
Dusk: 6:13pm
New Century: Midnight

[Kitsanth]

As the last mooring rope was tied off a basket lift began to descend from the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia's Royal Airship. The lift disgorges five persons onto the dock before swiftly returning to the vessel.

Leading the group was Niskovia's Grand Prince. On this day he had evidently decided that informal wear was required. A sheer blue shirt drew ones attention towards the Grand Prince's sharp blue eyes and the sapphires braided through his long hair were an obvious sign of the House Nisakovich's wealth. A flowing skirt coupled with a matching grey traditional Niskan coat finished the outfit off.

Walking hand in hand with Jehan was Princess Tansyn. The Jarrland native was a stunning picture of beauty and clearly more used to the climate than her husband.

Accompanying the Royal couple was their eldest son, Jowan. And shadowing him were a pair of nondescript guards.

"I trust it is not an issue that the Feran delegation arrived with us?" Jehan enquired of the guide awaiting them as the lift descended once more.

The lift arrived, depositing seven curious individuals onto the dock. One was obviously Niskan and his fiery red hair marked him as a member of House Nisakovich. With him are Mendev and Elyx, a pair of Masked Ones who are reasonably well known thanks to their tendency to travel extensively. Despite the climate both were wearing the typical all-concealing raiment of their people. And behind them -

"My thankss Grand Prince, sso glad you could esscort us to thiss gala," began Gulth.

Jehan smiled stiffly, "It was my honour to accommodate you, no thanks are necessary. I trust that the crew did not disturb you during your seclusion?"

"It was-"

The Kaiser's attempted reply was cut short when Aipiskaupus bustled forward, "Let us dispense with these platitudes, so pointless when we have all been travelling aboard the same vessel for days. The Eorl paused, casting about for a local guide, "Come now, this is a celebration yes? You have local drinks of course, let us see how they compare with absinthe."

He and his partner bustled off, Aipiskaupus with flask in hand, barely waiting for a guide to accompany them.

Merjan hovered hesitantly behind his father, the tension between his father and cousin was obvious even to those unfamiliar with Haljan body language.

At some point during the encounter, Mendev and Elyx had seemingly disappeared.

Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian of House Nisakovich [48]
Princess Tansyn of Jarrland [44]
Kazimir Nisakovich [58]
Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich [23]

+ a pair of guards, Talivnma & Alklyr
Gulth Thuidans Elder Shaman Kaiser [133]
Aipiskaupus Thuidans Talzjands Shaman Leikeis Eorl [157]
Aipiskaupus' partner
Merjan Thuidans [29]
Mendev, a Masked One [age unknown]
Elyx, a Masked One [age unknown]

[Rain Dragon]

"I would, If the Aes Calon permit, wish your 'sea sickness' to never make a return; triumphant or otherwise." Ceannin Llyeth held a steadying arm out for Enendil.
"I would wish so as well, Llyeth. Alas..." Though it wasn't likely the land was rocking, it certainly felt so for Enendil. It was certainly difficult for Enendil to thank the ones who provided them with the means to arrive at the Seaborne Confederacy's Centennial Gala throughout the journey; a task which one would think would be easier on dry land. Nonetheless, there was no doubt the sea sickness was less than it was before.
"...and that is how the crew ran out of ale long before we reached our destination. I... humbly apologise, Aithyn my love. You see..." The tips of Ceárnu's ears flushed a bright red.
"It isn't as though anyone blames you, though it means we have less home made ale of our own for the Gala." Aithyn reassured Ceárnu, "None had sailed with an antlered being before, as far as I could gather. Certainly none with antlers as large as yours."
Indeed, Ceárnu's antlers were larger than any of the other Cervidh's present by a fair margin. Though he moved with the utmost of care, it was difficult for any of the Cervidh to avoid catching their antlers on things, as other beings lack such things and therefore do not design many things with antlers in mind. The Cervidh did not have much difficulty balancing on the ship however, thanks to their excellent balance. Nonetheless, it was certainly a relief to have both hooves on firm ground once more! Though, it was certainly an experience.

Ceannin Llyeth quickly checked all the An Náduri were present and the Cervidh had donned their long skirts. There appeared to only be five present, though thankfully it included all four Cervidh and the Elven representative, Malynel Thanduil.
"Malynel Thanduil, friend. Do you remember how they said we could spot the people from the Sovereign Principality of Nistomia? Err, Nissona, rather. The Nistans."
Malynel shook her head slightly and looked vaguely in the direction the guide had said the Grand Gala would be.

-OOC NOTE- ((I'll describe people more indepth when someone snatches me away for RP. :) I wanted to keep things brief... ish))

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Ceannin Llyeth (Cervidh, 173)
Llyeth's partner, Enendil (Cervidh, 169)
Na Saoithe Cutheos - Ceárnu (Cervidh, 138)
Na Saoithe Cutheos - Aithyn (Cervidh, 144)
Malynel Thanduil (Liusti/Glacier Elf, 76)
Ainiveous Elysius (Kardiloss, 120)

[Kitsanth]

Ceannin Llyeth quickly checked all the An Náduri were present and the Cervidh had donned their long skirts. There appeared to only be five present, though thankfully it included all four Cervidh and the Elven representative, Malynel Thanduil.
"Malynel Thanduil, friend. Do you remember how they said we could spot the people from the Sovereign Principality of Nistomia? Err, Nissona, rather. The Nistans."
Malynel shook her head slightly and looked vaguely in the direction the guide had said the Grand Gala would be.

Kazimir Nisakovich slipped mostly unnoticed through the crowd, helped by his height of just 5'7. He had made his escape during the altercation between the Haljan cousins, for despite his late aunt's best efforts Kazimir had never mastered the art of diplomacy and right now he did not envy his cousin in his likely task of having to appease the Kaiser.

Still his flaming red hair, distinctive scar and Niskan fashion sense - he had worn a brilliant yellow shirt - would act as a beacon should Jehan truly wish to track him down, thus Kazimir knew he would need to seem busy and an overheard line of conversation seemed to provide the perfect opportunity.

"Kazimir Nisakovich," he said with a slight bow as he introduced himself, "I could not help but overhear the end of your conversation. You were seeking the people of Niskovia?"

If anyone was wondering Jehan de Sebastian and Kazimir Nisakovich are second cousins

[XIII]

The Tuvaak are not accustomed to grand structures, or even traveling by water. As stoic as they try to remain, they are in awe of the sights they see. Each sight a new wonder to behold and story to tell the people upon their return. Tan'Gerrliq offers a word of caution to his comrades, "Remember that although such structures are, beyond a doubt, wonders to behold, they root a people to one location and cause them to become stagnant and corrupt. Remember why we wander the world, giving thanks and reverence to mother earth instead of draining one spot of it's life." The rest of the party looks as if they were children scolded by their parent. Uyarak addresses the old elf, "Of course, your words of wisdom are welcome, we must not be distracted by such things..."

Even after this, the group was not done admiring the architecture and wondering at the different cultures, clothes, and foods they saw. It was all new, almost overwhelming to the tribal people. They all wore varying necklaces, earings, and other piercings, as well as tattoos. Uyarak, a large and well muscled orc, was heavily adorned with hides, bones, horns, fangs, claws, scales, and leathers from his hunts; his cloak was made from a blue dragon's wings. The older elf, Tan'Gerrliq, wore simpler clothing and leathers with markings of nature burned into them; he was heavily tattooed. A Half-Orc woman followed Uyarak closely. She was also adorned with trophies from the hunt and wore a combination of hide and leather that accentuated her feminine form. Her skin was covered in ritual scarification. A female Kobold wearing a green cloak followed behind them, admiring the sights and nature around her. She wore simple leathers but was decorated with pressed flowers, leaves, claws, and fangs. A savage-looking human followed as well. He was heavily adorned with bones, claws, and fangs. Only a leather kilt otherwise clothed him. His face was covered with a mask of bones and horns. And lastlym another Orc dressed simply with few adornments on his person followed the rest with casks of drink on his back.

The group didn't stray too far from one another, they felt out of place in this new world and looked to each other for peace of mind.

Uyarak Suluk-Tukutkaa – Orc, Harbinger of the Tuvaak people
Tan'Gerrliq Nalupkinaktuk – Elf, Legendary hunter among the Tuvaak, old - even for an elf, former Harbinger
Naviagigaa Kini-yunak-tuk – Half-Orc, Proud Shepherd of the Slayer Clan, mated to Uyarak
Silam Inua – Kobold, Prestigious Druid of peace and balance
Anjatkugnak – Human, Infamous Blood Shaman
Taannakti – Orc, Naniitchuk brewmaster

[Rain Dragon]

Kazimir Nisakovich slipped mostly unnoticed through the crowd, helped by his height of just 5'7. He had made his escape during the altercation between the Haljan cousins, for despite his late aunt's best efforts Kazimir had never mastered the art of diplomacy and right now he did not envy his cousin in his likely task of having to appease the Kaiser.

Still his flaming red hair, distinctive scar and Niskan fashion sense - he had worn a brilliant yellow shirt - would act as a beacon should Jehan truly wish to track him down, thus Kazimir knew he would need to seem busy and an overheard line of conversation seemed to provide the perfect opportunity.

"Kazimir Nisakovich," he said with a slight bow as he introduced himself, "I could not help but overhear the end of your conversation. You were seeking the people of Niskovia?"

If anyone was wondering Jehan de Sebastian and Kazimir Nisakovich are second cousins

Ceannin Llyeth did not return the bow even when Malynel uncertainly did.
"I see you. My name is Llyeth. As it happens, yes. I do not wish to presume, however I remember hearing the Nisakovich family is a noble one. My questions are for any Nistans and I would imagine you to be quite busy doing whatever it is you nobles do." Llyeth spoke calmly and respectfully. A petal of one of the flowers woven into Llyeth's deep brown dreadlocks flew away in the sudden breeze unnoticed as Llyeth's brilliant green gaze curiously watched the newcomer. The sunlight shone upon lightly browned skin which was not covered in the tattoos which decorated the Ceannin's three cervidh companions. Even Malynel bore a brown tattoo of a vine encircling his bow arm.

Malynel saw Enendil still seemed ill, so he quietly excused himself to go find the Cervidh a place to sit; hopefully somewhere nearby a market so he could finally rid himself of the ridiculously uncomfortable clothes his new wife had gifted him.

Ceárnu and Aithyn seemed curious to meet the foreigner who reminded them of their missing party member, but instead kept to themselves speaking in hushed voices and glancing toward the docks.

[Kitsanth]

Ceannin Llyeth did not return the bow even when Malynel uncertainly did.
"I see you. My name is Llyeth. As it happens, yes. I do not wish to presume, however I remember hearing the Nisakovich family is a noble one. My questions are for any Nistans and I would imagine you to be quite busy doing whatever it is you nobles do." Llyeth spoke calmly and respectfully. A petal of one of the flowers woven into Llyeth's deep brown dreadlocks flew away in the sudden breeze unnoticed as Llyeth's brilliant green gaze curiously watched the newcomer. The sunlight shone upon lightly browned skin which was not covered in the tattoos which decorated the Ceannin's three cervidh companions. Even Malynel bore a brown tattoo of a vine encircling his bow arm.

Malynel saw Enendil still seemed ill, so he quietly excused himself to go find the Cervidh a place to sit; hopefully somewhere nearby a market so he could finally rid himself of the ridiculously uncomfortable clothes his new wife had gifted him.

Ceárnu and Aithyn seemed curious to meet the foreigner who reminded them of their missing party member, but instead kept to themselves speaking in hushed voices and glancing toward the docks.

"The presumption is mine, I was the one who approached you after all," Kazimir said with a smile, "you have heard correctly, my own cousin is High Prince of all Niskans, I myself am merely one of his many cousins. I admit that I had not expected to meet any in the Imperium's lands who had barely heard of my people. As for duties well, at a celebration of the cycle's end, there is no higher duty for any of my kin than to celebrate it's rebirth with dance, drink and new companions."

Kazimir did he best to seem welcoming, hoping that these intriguing people would take him up on his unspoken offer. There was something odd about them that Kazimir couldn't quite figure out, it was almost as if they had stepped from ancient legends into the present day...

**Meanwhile**

Somehow Aipiskaupus had rapidly disappeared into the crowd, though one would have thought that a pair of Haljans would stand out more. The awkward silence he had left behind him seemed almost palpable.

"Kaiser, I-" Jehan began, intending to apologise for the Eorl's slight.

Gulth however cut the Grand Prince off before he had even started. "No, the actionss of my cousin are hiss own. You are not at fault here."

"Aipiskaupus has always been-" An agitated click cut Jehan's second attempt short.

"That iss of no consequence here. I have imposed on your hospitality long enough, I sshall make my own way from here. the Kaiser proclaimed before disappearing into the crowd.

Looking about Jehan realised that his son Jowan and Merjan had also disappeared as he and the Kaiser had been 'talking'.

'That went well,' thought Jehan to himself.

[Rain Dragon]

"The presumption is mine, I was the one who approached you after all," Kazimir said with a smile, "you have heard correctly, my own cousin is High Prince of all Niskans, I myself am merely one of his many cousins. I admit that I had not expected to meet any in the Imperium's lands who had barely heard of my people. As for duties well, at a celebration of the cycle's end, there is no higher duty for any of my kin than to celebrate it's rebirth with dance, drink and new companions."

Kazimir did he best to seem welcoming, hoping that these intriguing people would take him up on his unspoken offer. There was something odd about them that Kazimir couldn't quite figure out, it was almost as if they had stepped from ancient legends into the present day...

"Dance and drink are one of our people’s specialties! We have travelled a fair way across land and sea to come to learn more of the people around us. Well, aside from the celebration of the new century of your calendar. We know relatively little of the seaborne Confederacy, so it only makes sense we come to learn more ourselves." Llyeth gestured with a small brown claw, "Ceárnu! Aithyn! This is Kazimir Nisakovich."
Ceárnu and Aithyn did not seem to mind being interrupted so suddenly. Ceárnu pushed his straight light brown hair out of his face, "I see you. So, you are from the lands the Autumn One described? The Niskovian Steppe? " Ceárnu settled his suspicious purple gaze on the Nisakovich.
Aithyn crossed her arms over her small bosom and ignored the warning glance from Llyeth, "Are your people truly so important everyone here will have heard of you?" Her long green braids framed a delicate face which gave little away. The more experienced diplomat might have noted a hint of apprehension in the way she spoke. For a split second it seemed even the small bird skull on Ceárnu's headdress stared at Kazimir.
He does not appear to be pure elf, though he did say he was cousin to the 'Prince of all Niskans'... Perhaps he tells only a half truth or perhaps the Western Fae Empire changed for the better. Llyeth theorised but made no move to interfere.

[Kitsanth]

"Dance and drink are one of our people’s specialties! We have travelled a fair way across land and sea to come to learn more of the people around us. Well, aside from the celebration of the new century of your calendar. We know relatively little of the seaborne Confederacy, so it only makes sense we come to learn more ourselves." Llyeth gestured with a small brown claw, "Ceárnu! Aithyn! This is Kazimir Nisakovich."
Ceárnu and Aithyn did not seem to mind being interrupted so suddenly. Ceárnu pushed his straight light brown hair out of his face, "I see you. So, you are from the lands the Autumn One described? The Niskovian Steppe? " Ceárnu settled his suspicious purple gaze on the Nisakovich.
Aithyn crossed her arms over her small bosom and ignored the warning glance from Llyeth, "Are your people truly so important everyone here will have heard of you?" Her long green braids framed a delicate face which gave little away. The more experienced diplomat might have noted a hint of apprehension in the way she spoke. For a split second it seemed even the small bird skull on Ceárnu's headdress stared at Kazimir.
He does not appear to be pure elf, though he did say he was cousin to the 'Prince of all Niskans'... Perhaps he tells only a half truth or perhaps the Western Fae Empire changed for the better. Llyeth theorised but made no move to interfere.

"It may be the eve of a new year by this calendar but Year's End will not come until midwinter in Niskovia." stated Kazimir, sketching a sign of greeting towards Llyeth's companions.

"I am yes," he said in reply to Ceárnu, wondering who this Autumn One was. His pondering was cut short by the next question. "House Nisakovich is well known throughout the Imperium, that and Niskans tend to stand out somewhat in a crowd. When we're tall enough to be seen anyway."

Hopefully some humour would lighten the mood, if not Kazimir knew he could always offer some vodka to his new acquaintances.


**Meanwhile**


Anyone passing through the art gallery would happen upon a curious sight, a half-Niskan and a young Haljan, both peering quizzically at the arrayed artworks whilst a pair of guards did their best to blend into the background.

"What do you suppose this piece means?" the Niskan asked his companion somewhat absent-mindedly.

His Haljan companion twitched an antennae, "Are you sure the Grand Prince will not mind our disappearance?"

"You worry too much Merjan, besides, I have got those two following me everywhere." A vague handwave drew any observers attention towards the two guards once more. ""It's not like anyone could possibly be audacious enough to assault an event like this."

"Jowan-"

"It would be sacrilegious to disturb such an important celebration of the cycle." Jowan said reassuringly, "now, what mood do you think this sculptor was attempting to invoke here?"

[Rain Dragon]

"It may be the eve of a new year by this calendar but Year's End will not come until midwinter in Niskovia." stated Kazimir, sketching a sign of greeting towards Llyeth's companions.

"I am yes," he said in reply to Ceárnu, wondering who this Autumn One was. His pondering was cut short by the next question. "House Nisakovich is well known throughout the Imperium, that and Niskans tend to stand out somewhat in a crowd. When we're tall enough to be seen anyway."

Hopefully some humour would lighten the mood, if not Kazimir knew he could always offer some vodka to his new acquaintances.

"Ours is also midwinter. Specifically, the start of the day after the longest night of the year. The tradition of staying awake the night before and welcoming the light is very important to us. It is said we used to celebrate it on the opposite end of the year, for the lands we roamed then are not the same as those we do now." Ceannin Llyeth looked questioningly at Kazimir's strange hand gestures.

Aithyn and Ceárnu did not seem impressed by Kazimir's attempts at humour. Aithyn patiently spoke but she did not uncross her arms and warmth did not return to her face, "We travelled from the far south and have yet to familiarise ourselves with such things as nations' nobles. We have heard many tales since coming here, including those of the Silver Lady, the war to the North, concerns of whether there will be enough food for the winter, even the massacre of the Lis. The most we have heard of your nation until very recently is for the supplies which help support the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea. The Na Saoithe", Aithyn gestured toward Ceárnu, Llyeth and herself, "have been occupied with other matters. Perhaps our people have heard tell of the Nisakoviches, but before the strange fellow from the North came we have had little reason to take note compared to other matters."
Ceárnu decided to try to diffuse the situation, though the Na Saoithe Cutheos were not known for such skills. Wrapping an arm around Aithyn's shoulders and gently uncrossing her arms, Ceárnu asked, "Maybe a learned person such as yourself has heard of our people? We have only recently come to lands which are so well interconnected, but word travels very quickly."

--EDIT - OOC note --
Enendil the Cervidh and Malynel the Elf. They should both be together somewhere.

[Gengy]

The Art Museum

Within the halls of the Art Museum, there are many fine works of art that have been gathered up by the Seaborne Confederation. Paintings, statues, artifacts, and many other pieces of curious curios are placed within it's halls. The Art Museum also did not manage to escape the notice of the small army of party planners, and many of the objects and displays have deep sea blue themes and backgrounds related to being Under the Sea.

Some objects are even from ships that were rumored to have been wrecked and lost within the past century, yet here they are on display. Most notable are things like a piece of the mainsail from The Fine Equine. According to the curio's plaque, this ship went down in the Sea of the Golden Sun on 482 due to storms. The story accompanying the piece states that though they were far from land, all the sailors awoke up on shore, and were able to make it back home safely. None of the sailors know why.

To the left of the mainsail is the anchor from Alydaxian's Hope, which the plaque details as having been part of the attempt to cross the Sea of the Golden Sun during the Moonshroud Wars. Famously sunk by the Heartlands navy, the anchor should have gone to the bottom of the sea.

A pair of pirate cutlasses was encased in glass near the anchor, and was said to be from an unnamed ship that the art gallery suspects was part of the AQUA Civil War that happened almost 100 years ago. The cutlasses look old and rusted enough for this to be true, yet how they were recovered for this exhibit is not said.

The prize of the Art Museum - or at least, one of the items that appears to be the most well displayed and touted by many signs and accompanied by a guard - is the Centennial Tapestry. Created for the last Centennial party, it was quietly shipped here with the greatest of care. It wasn't one image...but a quilting of images. Images of events that occurred throughout the century from all over the world, during the previous century. Such sights on the quilt included the completion of the Ranekki Stadium, The Emerald City, the founding of a school in Ashenia, and many such events. Artistic patterns of other images were seen as well, like irrigation systems being placed, ships sailing and birds flying, medicines and plants, and even depictions of the unifications of nations, all swirling in artistic patterns.

Perhaps most curious of all was the very obvious blank spot on the wall next to the Tapestry.

And it was here that Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich and Merjan Thuidans found a short, thin bespectacled human in a fancy suit, dithering away with worry, and muttering to himself. "Where is it? Where is it? Ohhhhhhh, I never should have just accepted the excuse that it would be here on time!"

Cleaning his spectacles with a cloth, the man turns to hoist them towards a lamp and see through them. His dark brown hair is beginning to bald, and beads of sweat are forming on his brow, as he places his glasses back on and wipes his forehead, then twirling the tips of his large mustache in an obvious personal tick of concern. On his chest is a pin that reads, in the common script, 'Pathos Dunlop, Curator'.


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Current Time: 3:30pm
Dusk: 6:13pm
New Century: Midnight

[WaylanderX]

Hurosha

Having Aeromancers of its own, the Marius' Pride did not have that much trouble with the winds. Nevertheless, the massive vessel descended to let a guide on board. Hovering over the port, eventually 5 people, excluding the guide, descended, lowered by a large lift.

"Hahaoya, look! What a massive fleet! So many sea-bound ships. I never saw so many before. Still prefering the Pride though. What good is a ship when it is seabound? Far too wobly too."

A Cloudiz boy, looking around 16-17 years old, stared at the ships below him with wide eyes. Ryena, standing next to the boy, gently put him down on the ground again and replied:

"Sanell, when we get down, you call me mother, is that understood? We have to be on our best behavour. There are people down there that might disagree with your enthusiasm for knowledge."

"Fine, fine, "Mother"."

"Good boy."

Magnus, taking up almost half of the lift space, rumbled amusedly.

"Aahh... Adolescence. For some reason I'm glad my kind does not experience such a strange phenomenon."

"Y'Know, my stony friend, there is a very good explanation for adolescence. It balances out the elements in ones body, preparing them for adulthood. Not that a Menhirin would need that though. Rock all through."

Peering through binoculars, Eljak Jakson peered down to the happenings on the ground, busily penning down pieces of information on pieces of parchment.

"Humpf, just imagine adolescence when you have bretheren, especially two wicked sisters."

Rove, leaning on one of the lift walls, looked vigilantly at the galleons and guards below.

"Be prepared, my Empress, for when Pryra has reached this age."

This was the first major outing of the future heir of the Hurosha Empire. During the War of Escalation, as the war between the Concordat and the Empire of Dawn was known in Hurosha, Ryena had been afraid to expose them to the outside world. In fear of assasination, she has kept them in the relative safety of the Huroshan heartlands.
She hoped that everything would go well today. No Ridovo, no explosions, no pains in the ass. However, it was out of her control. She could only hope that the day went well.

Touching down on the ground, the group made their way to the rendezvous point with the Alzer-jin and perhaps the Watcher, if everything went as planned. Meanwhile, the Pride retracted the lift, silently hovering over the harbor casting its massive shadow partly over the bay.

Empress Ryena Fireguard (Cloudiz, 84, appearence 23) Married
Prince Sanell Fireguard (Cloudiz, 17, appearance 17) Free for engagement
Ambassador Magnus (Menhirin, 3457) Free for engagement?
Ambassador Eljak Jakson (Bucka, 47) Married
Arch Rove Earthguard (Cloudiz Blooded Human (2 features), 90, appearance 35) Free for engagement


Alzeroth Collective


W.I.P.

[lt_murgen]

The invitation said only five people , yet the Seaborne Confederation managed to unofficially invite many others. A scheduled Charter review was being held in a lecture hall in another wing of the museum. That brought most of the Imperial Senators of the Confederation and the Confederation Congresspeople to the island. Associated hanger-on, pages, spies, and assistants populated the ranks of the service people providing food and drinks. Still, Percy had made it clear- they were to stay out of the way unless he needed them.

Percy himself was too busy coordinating details to mingle much. He left that to his wife, Li Meishan Magnes Fireguard. With her was Eli Grant, the elder son of Philip Grant, Percy’s chief of staff. Running errands for the pair were Eli’s sister, Elizabeth.
Swimming about the harbor were a pair of the massive Pono al a Ono. They were nearly as long as some of the vessels people were arriving in. Riding along with them were Meishan’s youngest son, acting as translator.

Percy Grant-Tremblor Fitzrion, (b.449). Half Celerese, half Tzalteclan.
Li Meishan Magnes, (b. 451). A full blooded Cloudiz.
Li Bolin, M, (b.480) He has far more cloudiz resembelence, with wings, gills, and a mermaid tail.
Li Bedwyr, M, (b.483). He balances between the two, looking more like his father, but with wings, gills, and a stubby tail.
Eli Grant M, (b. 469) Full blooded Islander
Elizabeth Grant F, (b. 472) Full blooded Islander

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The group didn't stray too far from one another, they felt out of place in this new world and looked to each other for peace of mind.


The group that approached them didn’t ease their concern. The human wore barely any clothing at all, just breeches and boots, a vest, and a large hat. The woman, well, she was something to behold with her delicate features and a blend of insect, bird, and fish attributes.
“Greetings!” She said. “Welcome to our event. Please feel free to look around.”
The man checked a metal tablet and then spoke. "Uyarak Suluk-Tukutkaa. Your people are welcome. I think you will find your wandering spirits have kin amongst our people who sail the seas."



Hurosha
This was the first major outing of the future heir of the Hurosha Empire. During the War of Escalation, as the war between the Concordat and the Empire of Dawn was known in Hurosha, Ryena had been afraid to expose them to the outside world. In fear of assasination, she has kept them in the relative safety of the Huroshan heartlands.
She hoped that everything would go well today. No Ridovo, no explosions, no pains in the ass. However, it was out of her control. She could only hope that the day went well.


Meishan greeted the Hurosha delegation when the arrived with great happiness. "Greetings, Empress! You honor us by your attendance." Whether she was happier for the prestige it brought to the event or having other of her same species around was hard to distinguish.

[Reggiejam]

The Faedas delegation had pursued a rather complicated journey to get to the Sea of Glass, but it was necessitated given the current political situation surrounding the Freehold. They had traveled through Hurosha and Calorum lands, passing through Celero where they got a ship to take them to Tar, the roads no longer connecting to the now floating Crima. Once in the Holy Land they'd been able to acquire passage on a Quill ship already making a trip to the Confederation's southern holdings who had been happy enough to transport the official delegation of Faedas to the Gala.

Heading the delegation was the recently appointed Regent of the Freehold, filling the position left vacant by the murder of Huanle, Meztli Tayanya. She had been asked by the Queen to take the position shortly after the grieving for Huanle was officially at and end, noting that with the war still boiling under the surface it would be necessary to keep succession in the Freehold clear. Meztli had asked time to consider which the Queen had granted and her mother, Countess Katava convinced her to follow her paternal blood inclination and seize the power presented to her. The next morning she had accepted and the Queen had recognized her before the entirety of the Court. Since accepting her Tzaltec heritage had begun to show more clearly, pink-red scales brightening and small bumbs of the beginning of horns ridging her head. Her hair was a rich metallic black and her eyes were golden, the only immediate identification of her maternal heritage being her pointed ears that were accented by her elaborate hairdo. She was dressed in a well made Kinu Kuroth dress and adorned with fine Heartwaste Gem rings, Opal earrings, and a golden necklace. She also carried a satchel containing a few important documents for which she had specific instructions from the Queen.

Accompanying the Regent was her friend, and rumored lover though such rumors had little evidence despite their insistent nature, Prince Artur of Keldagrim. The Dwarf was dressed in ceremonial armor that offered far more style than substance and wore his beard braided with flecks of gold and opal giving him an almost ethereal quality. His long hair was pulled back in a braid and given similar treatment to his beard. Upon his breastplate was the stylized herald of house Grimhammer, and he wore a sword at his side though the gold and gem encrusted handle bespoke it as an accent piece rather than a true weapon. To the surprise of few he traveled without his wife, but surprising many more he did travel with only one Bucka servant, a loyal and respectful fellow known as Gump who tended to Artur constantly but with respect.

Acting as the catalyst for many of the wilder things that happened on the journey and no doubt would provoke at the Ball were the twins Badorya and Jonah, daughter and son of the Countess Bakanya and Chosen Robson. The half Quill, half Fae young trouble causers were formally sent to monitor the activities of the Gala for the Children back in Faedas but throughout the trip had spent a majority of it drinking from hidden flasks and laughing at the events around them. They were devoted Children, but they were still young and youth bred brashness as did being out from under the thumb of their overbearing parents. They were both quite attractive, bearing similar looks but carrying them well on their two different forms. Their features were high, sharp, and fine and their skin was a pleasant mix between dark Quill and pale fae. Their eyes were strange, a marked point at their birth, possessing each one green eye on their right and one brown on the left. They had traveled dressed in Heartwastian garb until they'd reached the Cities upon which they'd abandoned their clothes in favor of Quill styled outfits and large hats of the Islander variety. The rest of the delegation had only quietly shaken their heads at their insistence it was appropriate and now they appeared to be matching their heritage to their style, a mishmash of Confederate and Freehold.

Marking a more dignified pair among the group was Arwynn Jarrow and her husband Walei Vel'Xorrith. The Jarrow cadet line heir-presumptive to the Principality of Eyrecradia and her Eyrecradian husband. The couple wore the Eyrecradian colors of gold and black, with Arwynn reserving purples and reds for accents as an homage to her Carmine heritage. Both were finely elven featured and possessed coal black skin and dark eyes, though Walei's was slightly darker than his wife's. They wore ornamentation and Walei, like Artur, wore a ceremonial scabbard and sword at his hip, a tradition he had adopted from his wife's line. The two had been quiet but cordial throughout the trip, Arwynn eager to see her family from Carmine and her sister Varwynn if the Confederacy elected to send her and her husband to this Gala which she hoped they would. Arwynn had asked about her sister when the delegation had arrived in the Islands but hadn't had time to find any proper information before they were once more departing.

Rounding out the delegation was Vasili of Guilder, odd for the delegation due to his human heritage. Yet, he was no simple human Guilderene, he was a member of the Queen's Brood and a well feared and respected one at that. He was dressed in elaborate fineries in the style of a Guilderene Merchant Prince though bearing no official crest to mark himself as one to avoid insult, though in every other way he seemed to compare himself as equals to the richest of the Expanse if not the very Doge. Many at the Court and even among the Brood had doubted his ability and loyalty as the war had begun, but after Sympolemou none doubted where his loyalties lay and where his anger stemmed. In circles he was known as the Pauper Prince, and that none had been killed for the naming seemed to many to indicate the Guilderene embraced it or at least tolerated it. He was bedecked in a gold trimmed robe at the arrival of the ship at the Sea of Glass and wore a fine velvet and silk hat that danced the line nearest a princely crown. His fingers were adorned with great jewels and about his neck hung a finely crafted necklace of some obvious value. His boots were the finest Anvale leather made of Void Beast hide, a terrible vexation to have shipped from the Kingdom of Ashenia, notably during the war, but done so at his request and his expense. Vasili had remained somewhat secluded during the sea voyage as the sun was bright and a constant trouble for his newly sensitive skin but now with a servant holding a great umbrella for him he stood upon the bow of the ship looking for all the world to be some great Doge or foreign financer looking out for wealth and glory.

The ship arrived at the docks and was led into Port by the Aeromancers and the ship's crew. The gangplank dropped down and the delegation disgorged, making their way deeper into the celebration after receiving their flowers and drinks from the greeting party. Meztli and Artur moved off to find the delegations of the other Concordat members, Meztli specifically for the Tzaltec. Badorya and Jonah made off wildly aiming for the most exciting event appearing to be occurring, already drunk on cheap sailor's rum. Arwynn and her husband made their dignified way through the crowds, looking for the Carmine delegation, but happily greeting and speaking with any who wished to speak with them. Vasili, for all his great gaudy bluster seemed content to let others approach him and moved slowly through the grounds as though stalking through unseen despite his clear demand for attention.



Lady Meztli Tayanya (24) - Designated Regent of Faedas, Heir to the County of Tayanya, Half-Fae/Half-Dragon Blooded Tzaltec, Single
Prince Artur Grimhammer (79) - Prince of Keldagrim, Full Dwarf, Married
Badorya Yunizar & Jonah Robson (20) - Twin daughter & son of Countess Bakanya and Chosen John F.X. Robson, Half Fae/Half Quill, Single
Arwynn Jarrow & her husband Walei Vel'Xorrith (53 & 49) - Heir to the Principality of Eyrecradia & Her Consort, Half Eyrecradia/Half Human & Heartwastian Fae, Married (Obviously :smalltongue:)
Vasili of Guilder - Member of the Queen's Brood, Human, Single (And probably not looking)

[Kitsanth]

"Ours is also midwinter. Specifically, the start of the day after the longest night of the year. The tradition of staying awake the night before and welcoming the light is very important to us. It is said we used to celebrate it on the opposite end of the year, for the lands we roamed then are not the same as those we do now." Ceannin Llyeth looked questioningly at Kazimir's strange hand gestures.

Aithyn and Ceárnu did not seem impressed by Kazimir's attempts at humour. Aithyn patiently spoke but she did not uncross her arms and warmth did not return to her face, "We travelled from the far south and have yet to familiarise ourselves with such things as nations' nobles. We have heard many tales since coming here, including those of the Silver Lady, the war to the North, concerns of whether there will be enough food for the winter, even the massacre of the Lis. The most we have heard of your nation until very recently is for the supplies which help support the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea. The Na Saoithe", Aithyn gestured toward Ceárnu, Llyeth and herself, "have been occupied with other matters. Perhaps our people have heard tell of the Nisakoviches, but before the strange fellow from the North came we have had little reason to take note compared to other matters."
Ceárnu decided to try to diffuse the situation, though the Na Saoithe Cutheos were not known for such skills. Wrapping an arm around Aithyn's shoulders and gently uncrossing her arms, Ceárnu asked, "Maybe a learned person such as yourself has heard of our people? We have only recently come to lands which are so well interconnected, but word travels very quickly."

'Who are these people that they can mention the loss of my distant kin so casually?' Kazimir wondered somewhat incredulously to himself, 'and then this Northerner they call strange, perhaps another term for the Autumn One who had told them of Niskovia?'

Kazimir was slowly coming to realise that he had said or done something to offend these strangers he had hoped to befriend, still he would make another attempt as there was something about these people that intrigued him. The one called Ceárnu seemed to be making an effort and so Kazimir decided to answer his question.

"Princess Tansyn keeps regular contact with her family in Jarrland, so yes word reached us even in Niskovia of a people who had wandered out of the far south..." he paused contemplatively, "so you are these Naduir then?"


The Art Museum

The prize of the Art Museum - or at least, one of the items that appears to be the most well displayed and touted by many signs and accompanied by a guard - is the Centennial Tapestry. Created for the last Centennial party, it was quietly shipped here with the greatest of care. It wasn't one image...but a quilting of images. Images of events that occurred throughout the century from all over the world, during the previous century. Such sights on the quilt included the completion of the Ranekki Stadium, The Emerald City, the founding of a school in Ashenia, and many such events. Artistic patterns of other images were seen as well, like irrigation systems being placed, ships sailing and birds flying, medicines and plants, and even depictions of the unifications of nations, all swirling in artistic patterns.

Perhaps most curious of all was the very obvious blank spot on the wall next to the Tapestry.

And it was here that Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich and Merjan Thuidans found a short, thin bespectacled human in a fancy suit, dithering away with worry, and muttering to himself. "Where is it? Where is it? Ohhhhhhh, I never should have just accepted the excuse that it would be here on time!"

Cleaning his spectacles with a cloth, the man turns to hoist them towards a lamp and see through them. His dark brown hair is beginning to bald, and beads of sweat are forming on his brow, as he places his glasses back on and wipes his forehead, then twirling the tips of his large mustache in an obvious personal tick of concern. On his chest is a pin that reads, in the common script, 'Pathos Dunlop, Curator'.

The two youths had just come upon the central display.

"The tapestry presented by the Lord of Lyradis, outshining even the gifts given by King Shenath that day, I hadn't though that I would ever see it." remarked Jowan, eyeing the piece critically.

Merjan raised an eyebrow, "Is this one work that well known?"

"It was briefly mentioned during my history lessons as an example of one of the few times the Toranath's were overshadowed," replied Jowan. "Ambassador Yuli told father that with the Crima Disaster it's unlikely that a representative of the Ashenite Crown will show... they're quite known for their ostentatious gifts and I was looking forward to finding out if they would attempt to top the Selyran's masterpiece."

Merjan, having rarely met any humans before today, was eyeing the curator curiously.

"He seems... odd," Merjan stated, now speaking in the Niskan tongue, "Are all humans like that?"

Jowan glanced at the curator, then decided to enlighten his friend, taking care to respond in Niskan as well, "He seems somewhat distressed," he paused, looking about for a likely reason, "they must be intending to reveal a complimentary work but it doesn't seem to be here yet. Most humans are much more emotive than Haljans, and Niskan nobles are generally more reserved than this man seems to be."

Glad to have taught his new friend something of humans, Jowan fell silent, to better appreciate the century old piece.

[DoomHat]

Once more, the arrival of the Cree was heralded by song. This time however, there was no joy in it. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGJ_y4W2d3U)

The main arm of the Tyrannic Fleet arrived in full force to escort The Laughing Agony to the Central Gate.

Aboard it was the Good Tyrant Khoonbish, her five selected guests, and a full orchestra of Cree musicians playing an angry dirge. Their performance was passionate, full of a deep sense of mourning and outrage. It was as though they were playing for a murdered friend. Those familiar with the Cree language might recognize the lyrics as a modified version of the oath Cree soldiers chant before being sanctified to go to war.


“What is left for me to fear? My enemy has already killed me. I am the hungry dead. My soul will wander in torment until my enemy is made to drown in their own tears and the blood of all who once loved them. The only thing I can ever fear now, is that my enemy might escape my wrath.”

The Laughing Agony was painted in striking reds and yellows. It was waving similarly colored banners illuminated by lantern light, causing them to reflect strongly across the water. Its smokestack vomited black clouds behind it. From a short distance away, the over all effect created a compelling illusion that the ship was perpetually on fire.

When the Seaborne Confederation guide came aboard he was greeted by a congenial and good spirited woman wearing beautifully decorative Cree style armor. That woman's affectionate charm was unnervingly discordant with the emotionally wounded bristling of the rest of the crew, and proximity to the darkly stoic Good Tyrant.

When the ship churned and clacked into its assigned dock, the Cree's hatefully beautiful opera performance reached it's crescendo, merging the noise of the steam engine and paddle wheels into its grim melody. The final note was punctuated by the violent clatter of the ships loading ramp pounding into place as though ready to disgorge a raiding force.

The first off the ship was the Seaborne Confederation navigator, shaking and pale. After him, the Cree delegation, moving with reverent slowness.


Good Tyrant Khoonbish
Far from the slinking and skittering thing of her youth, the Good Tyrant Khoonbish did not appear to have aged at all physically, but carried herself with the maturity of a harsh and relentlessly scrupulous matron. Her ornate robes of office were flared and spiked with stylish menace. It seemed likely that they might conceal armor, and the keen of eye could see that the straps and seams were designed in such a way that the extraneous cloth and decorative elements might be discarded at a moment's notice.

Her eyes shown brightly in sickly dark sockets, never blinking or honoring anything but the path ahead of her with a glance. She marched with an air of absolute authority and confidence that no one and nothing would have the temerity to obstruct her.


The Heart of the Inquisition, Genbu
She was a large woman, made to look larger by her heavy black plate armor. Thick disks of mythirl were affixed to the backs of her gauntlets, acting as large bucklers that looked as though they could also function as formidable weapons.

She was a figure of pure dread. Her eyes darted around her surroundings, taking in every detail with razor sharp precision. Many would later claim that they could almost feel her eyes piercing into them, examining their flesh, bones, and perhaps even the very contents of their souls. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18720500&postcount=246)

There could be no doubt that she'd spring into violent action the instant any one or thing might pose a serious threat to her Tyrant.


Shaman of Earth and Sky Cheongnyong
A practitioner of the the Cree's ancient animistic practices, Cheong was by far the most eccentrically attired among the delegation. He wore a headdress adorned with horns and feathers that obscured his eyes from easy view with colorful beads. A wide variety of trinkets, tokens, medallions, and prayer strips were draped around his neck and tied to every limb.

His mouth was set in a fierce scowl. Here was a man who had tasted of life's fruits and found them incredibly sour. He turned his head this way and that, as though searching for something to bully or abuse. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18720500&postcount=246) Worse then that was the smell of him.

It wasn't necessarily an unpleasant smell. It couldn't be described as a “stink” in any traditional sense. It was the bitter smell of potent medicines, like a doctor who had just moments ago been reluctantly forced to leave his pharmacy.


Professor of Mechanical Studies, Gereltuulegny Baekho
He was short for a Cree, but hugely and broadly muscled. His face was squarish and leathery, with the heavy lines of a long suffering soul, and a beard that made him loosely resemble a lion. He moved with the determination of one who has survived beyond the need for hope or the promise of happiness.

On his back he carried a strange bundle of cloth and metal rods that looked to be nearly equal to the weight and volume of his own body. When the delegation arrived at their assigned table he swiftly unfurled them into a large and lavish tent. It obscured the entire table and was decorated with a vivid scene of pegasi soaring majestically over a crashing and roiling sea.

The Good Tyrant entered her private office along with Genbu and the strange old woman who'd followed the delegation to this point. The rest stood sentry around it, with Jujak attending the door.


Foreign Affairs Minister, Bloodknight Jujak
Jujak was beautiful. She did not possess mere physical beauty, but overflowed with an almost tangible generosity of spirit. Her sad smile communicated an earnest apology to all who looked upon her. For all the fury of her compatriots, her presence was a reassuring one. Her gentle character made an unspoken promise to everyone in attendance...

“We are angry, and we are here to take action, but not against you. We are here only to see justice done.”

When one of the locals found the courage to approach the fearsome delegation, offering flowers, Jujak stopped her softly. With deft fingers she swiftly tucked one of the flowers behind her own ear, then reached into the local girl's ear. From it she appeared to pull a sheet of paper! With lightning grace Jujak twisted and folded the paper, and suddenly it was in the shape of a frolicking pony!

The other greeters oohed and awed at the display as Jujak gifted the little paper figurine to the girl. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18720500&postcount=246) She then put a finger to her mouth and shushed them with a slow goodhearted wariness. The Cree meant no harm, but were sadly here only on a solemn errand.


A strange old woman
The color and intensity of the Cree delegation was such that one might be easily forgiven for failing to notice the plain old woman trailing behind them. She walked with the aid of an unadorned wooden staff, and looked about her with an air of mild curiosity and casual amusement. She looked for all the world to be an elderly peasant stowaway, making her all the more invisible to the rich and powerful lords and ladies in attendance.

---
Once the Cree had settled in to their little camp in the central atrium, Bloodknight Jujak issued a polite request to the event managers that the Cree might please be allowed some prime time on the Shore Stage once most of the delegates had arrived. The Cree had a number of important announcements they were most eager to publicly deliver.

[Rain Dragon]

'Who are these people that they can mention the loss of my distant kin so casually?' Kazimir wondered somewhat incredulously to himself, 'and then this Northerner they call strange, perhaps another term for the Autumn One who had told them of Niskovia?'

Kazimir was slowly coming to realise that he had said or done something to offend these strangers he had hoped to befriend, still he would make another attempt as there was something about these people that intrigued him. The one called Ceárnu seemed to be making an effort and so Kazimir decided to answer his question.

"Princess Tansyn keeps regular contact with her family in Jarrland, so yes word reached us even in Niskovia of a people who had wandered out of the far south..." he paused contemplatively, "so you are these Naduir then?"

"Um, what did you call us?" Ceárnu's grip on Aithyn's shoulder tightened, causing her to wince. Ceárnu quickly and quietly apologised to Aithyn in the Cervidh language, "Sorry, Aithyn! Are you alright?" Aithyn nodded slightly and whispered back in Cervidh, "Yes, of course. Perhaps we should calm, else we shall learn nothing from him. If there is anything worth learning, that is..." Smiling slightly Ceannin Llyeth responded, "We are the Cervidh of An Nádur, and we indeed have come from the far south. 'Naduir' is something else entirely, I'm afraid..." Llyeth glanced at Ceárnu and Aithyn. It was unusual for them to be so uptight. "If you would not mind, you and I have much to speak of. My friends Ceárnu and Aithyn are surely exhausted from the trip." Aithyn shot Ceannin Llyeth a look, but said no more. Kazimir had done little to convince her they should be associating with the Nisakoviches at all despite having barely met.

Ceannin Llyeth gestured in the direction their guide had mentioned the Grand Gala was to be held, "As interesting as our surroundings may be, I do not intend to stand upon the Docks the entire afternoon. Would you accompany me to the Gala? Or perhaps to the Museum? The Stage? We can talk on the way."

Enendil and Malynel
Aithyn and Ceárnu

[lt_murgen]

The Heart of the Inquisition, Genbu

The Cree were politely shown to their proper location, rather than camping in the central atrium. The Confederation planners had taken great pains to select a spot that appealed to their concerns for security. Their tables were near the top of the spiral ramp, positioned in such a way that a large portion of the spiral could be seen. Their balcony gave them unobstructed views of the lower floor and the entry door. A service door leading to an emergency stair was tucked away behind a display at the back of their area. Overall, they had a secure, elevated position with ample exits and good fields of view.

A beregenian woman awaited an opportunity to talk to Genbu about any other security needs she might have. She wore a fine vestment of mithirl and leather, and a coiled weighted bracelet on one wrist. He name was Talia.

[Gengy]

The Grand Gala

A band is beginning to play on the Shore Stage, though several of the band members appear frustrated that they must not move the podium. Still, they work around it, and soon, music is playing for the Shore Stage and the Grand Gala amphitheater. A few guests begin to dance in the open areas. Servants - each seemingly trained for specific delegations to further reduce the chances of political awkwardness - weave in and out of the tables along the inner rail, providing drinks and appetizers.


Foreign Affairs Minister, Bloodknight Jujak
Hearing of the Cree's polite request, one of the event coordinators makes their way towards the Cree delegation's area within the Grand Gala. Dressed in a demure blue dress, wearing a seashell necklace, the woman with red hair approaches carefully, curtsying low before walking even more slowly towards the friendly looking Bloodknight Jujak.

"Forgive me for the interruption, Minister. I have been told that New Crima would like time upon the Shore Stage. My name is Delliah, and I'm an event coordinator. I would be happy to accommodate you. Let us look at the schedule."

Unrolling a scroll that was tied to her waist, Delliah holds it up so that she and Bloodknight Jujak might have a better look at it. It details the plans for the evening, and is quite like the schedules being passed out at the end of the Path from the Docks. With one minor change... Delliah's schedule is filled with red marks and arrows, and looks to have been tampered with frequently. Mostly, it appears to be little things. This band plays then instead of now, or guest speakers that were on the list, but have been crossed out. It is to one of these that Delliah points.

"We had an entertainer - a comedian - whom was supposed to make an appearance on stage at five this evening, but we were sent word this morning that he was dreadfully ill. Something about travelling via ship didn't agree with him, I'm afraid. I was going to let one of the later night bands have an earlier show, but I see no reason that - if the Good Tyrant wills it and the Skipper General does not mind - we could not have you give your - discussion? - at that time. If that is amenable to New Crima, I would go about informing the Skipper General personally. Normally, I would not bother, but as you see, we do have our official greeting scheduled for 5:45pm, and I'm afraid that cannot be changed. Which... hmmm... now that I think about it, means that there would be a time constraint on your discussion. Oh dear."

Delliah, for her pretty dress and bright red hair, looks momentarily concerned. She seems like she wants to say something, and instead sighs, and visibly opts for something different. "Forgive me, Minister. I'm rather in the dark on what is planned for tonight's main entertainment, at six. It seems like only the Skipper General and my supervisor know, and both of them are keeping quite quiet. I am under orders that nothing - absolutely nothing - can change about the schedule between 5:45 and 7:00pm. And the most frustrating of orders that everything may change after seven."

"So, I can offer you time before the main event, but it would be in..." Delliah takes a peek at the sun in the sky, and guesses at the time, "...a very short time. Or I can offer you time after the main event, but as I have no idea what it is, I cannot guarantee that something might not change after 7:00pm."


1pm: Guests Arrive
The beach will open, the music will begin to play, and the Centennial Gala is now officially, after ten years, under way!

2pm: Appetizers
Entertainment we have, but food is a must as well! Try both out, we hope you find them swell!

3pm: Art Museum Opens
There is much to behold for Under the Sea, art, artifacts, curios, and several things of pure mystery!

4pm: Early Day Dancing
Within the amphitheater, the music will flow, and we encourage all guests to dance and mingle!

5pm: The Great Giacamo
Laugh, smile, chortle, and be surprised, he's a comedian that will amuse your eyes! (Rescheduled, due to sickness)

5:45pm: Official Greeting
All guests are asked to be in the Grand Gala, overlooking the Shore Stage.

6pm: Main Entertainment
As promised, regardless of war, this will be something you - and few others - have ever seen before!

7pm: Dinner
Providing you with fine dining and a great dish, we highly recommend that you try the fish!

8pm to 12pm: Dancing and Mingling
Close out the century with old friends, or make some new ones before the year ends!

12pm: The New Century Begins
The Gala officially ends, though you're welcome to remain for a time. All guests are welcomed to depart peacefully, before noon tomorrow.

5:42am: The Dawn of the New Century
Though not an event officially supported, those who are still here will see the new sunrise at this time.

The Art Museum

Pathos Dunlop, Curator, stops wringing his hands with worry long enough to overhear Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich and Merjan Thuidans speaking with each other. His head visibly perked up when Jowan was describing the Tapestry, but became a little despondent once again when being described as 'depressed' and 'emotive'. Unfortunately for Jowan and Merjan, Pathos Dunlop - Curator - had not gotten to his position by allowing his worries to prevent him from talking about art. And so, without so much as a 'by your leave', he walked over to them, and joined their conversation.

"Quite impressive, quite impressive. I didn't think that many were still talking about the Great Tapestry of Lyradis these days. Your teachers are to be commended. It was quite the piece to find and my honor to hang it here." A little more confident now, the Curator seemed to be warming up to a lengthy speech as he began to wave his arm grandly towards the tapestry in question... only to once again see the blank space next to it. Whatever airs were beginning to be put on, the blank spot seemed to knock the wind right out of his sails. That didn't seem to stop him from talking, though. "But yes! Yes, there is supposed to be a twin, for this century. I ask and I ask after it, because to a curator, a blank spot is an insult. And can I just move the current Tapestry over, I ask? No! No, that would be an insult to those who are making the tapestry this century, I'm told. So here we are. Dithering, and worried, because someone is supposed to arrive with a piece of art that I have never seen, and I'm just supposed to allow it in my museum, no questions asked. On the one hand, it makes me feel like an orc being told that he's getting a new super weapon... but on the other, no one is explaining to me how that super weapon will work. Very frustrating, you see?"


Current Time: 4pm
Dusk: 6:13pm
New Century: Midnight

Gengy is assuming that, as the host, he has temporary GM privileges. If that is the case, here are the results of the rolls made by New Crima.

Inquisitor Genbu is suspicious of everything. Nothing, and absolutely nothing, escapes the Inquisitor's gaze or hearing. The Inquisitor may find it disturbing that only the Skipper General and the supervising party coordinator know of what is tonight's main entertainment. The rumor and speculation is heavy within the crowd, but everyone seems confident that it will be interesting... and nothing that the Inquisitor's trained senses warn Genbu of any danger. As far as the Inquisitor knows - which is much - this event is exactly as it is being advertised; a peaceful party, to celebrate the new century.

Bloodknight Jujak is relentlessly friendly in spite of her countrymen. This shows immediately, as even the servants within the Grand Gala, trained to deal with the delegation they are assigned to, are shying away from everyone else in the New Crima area. Bloodknight Jujak, however, they always seem to approach first, and are pleased to be able to deal with her, rather then the other members of the delegation.

Cheongnyong the Shaman always has a touch of Fruxtkorp'r in his veins. The shaman's gaze is piercing in it's own way, but it detects nothing beyond the veil at this time. If anything, things seem... friendly. There is an air of curiosity and overall good cheer.

[XIII]

The group that approached them didn’t ease their concern. The human wore barely any clothing at all, just breeches and boots, a vest, and a large hat. The woman, well, she was something to behold with her delicate features and a blend of insect, bird, and fish attributes.
“Greetings!” She said. “Welcome to our event. Please feel free to look around.”
The man checked a metal tablet and then spoke. "Uyarak Suluk-Tukutkaa. Your people are welcome. I think you will find your wandering spirits have kin amongst our people who sail the seas."

The group halts and takes in the two greeters. The human didn't put them off at all, after all, their own shaman was wearing only a breechcloth and death mask. To be honest, they didn't seem to have a problem with exposed flesh. Although they were adorned with bones, fangs, claws, horns, leathers, and hides; they left much flesh revealed covered with scarification and tattoos. As for the woman, she got a few stares from the tribals. Uyarak greets each one by laying his right hand on their shoulder and then over his heart; the heavily-muscled Harbinger speaks, "We are greeted well. Our people are unaccustomed to the ocean and its wonders, we appreciate the opportunity to observe it's wonders. We bring a gift." Uyarak calls the other orc to him, "Our traditional drink, for the enjoyment of all. There is more to be unloaded from our vessel."

[Kitsanth]

"Um, what did you call us?" Ceárnu's grip on Aithyn's shoulder tightened, causing her to wince. Ceárnu quickly and quietly apologised to Aithyn in the Cervidh language, "Sorry, Aithyn! Are you alright?" Aithyn nodded slightly and whispered back in Cervidh, "Yes, of course. Perhaps we should calm, else we shall learn nothing from him. If there is anything worth learning, that is..." Smiling slightly Ceannin Llyeth responded, "We are the Cervidh of An Nádur, and we indeed have come from the far south. 'Naduir' is something else entirely, I'm afraid..." Llyeth glanced at Ceárnu and Aithyn. It was unusual for them to be so uptight. "If you would not mind, you and I have much to speak of. My friends Ceárnu and Aithyn are surely exhausted from the trip." Aithyn shot Ceannin Llyeth a look, but said no more. Kazimir had done little to convince her they should be associating with the Nisakoviches at all despite having barely met.

Ceannin Llyeth gestured in the direction their guide had mentioned the Grand Gala was to be held, "As interesting as our surroundings may be, I do not intend to stand upon the Docks the entire afternoon. Would you accompany me to the Gala? Or perhaps to the Museum? The Stage? We can talk on the way."

Wondering what exactly a Naduir was, Kazimir hastily apologised, "My apologies, though I speak some six languages, it seems that I have botched yours quite badly on my first attempt."

Given their reactions to the term, Kazimir decided he would definitely not be asking what it meant any time soon and instead resolved to fix the inflections of the actual terminology into his memory.

"Of course, how thoughtless of me to have held you up all this time. The Islanders do know how to party, today is sure to be an experience. Please lead on." he said with a bow.

At least once they got moving through the crowd he would be able to slip away in the event that he really insulted them.


The Art Museum

Pathos Dunlop, Curator, stops wringing his hands with worry long enough to overhear Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich and Merjan Thuidans speaking with each other. His head visibly perked up when Jowan was describing the Tapestry, but became a little despondent once again when being described as 'depressed' and 'emotive'. Unfortunately for Jowan and Merjan, Pathos Dunlop - Curator - had not gotten to his position by allowing his worries to prevent him from talking about art. And so, without so much as a 'by your leave', he walked over to them, and joined their conversation.

"Quite impressive, quite impressive. I didn't think that many were still talking about the Great Tapestry of Lyradis these days. Your teachers are to be commended. It was quite the piece to find and my honor to hang it here." A little more confident now, the Curator seemed to be warming up to a lengthy speech as he began to wave his arm grandly towards the tapestry in question... only to once again see the blank space next to it. Whatever airs were beginning to be put on, the blank spot seemed to knock the wind right out of his sails. That didn't seem to stop him from talking, though. "But yes! Yes, there is supposed to be a twin, for this century. I ask and I ask after it, because to a curator, a blank spot is an insult. And can I just move the current Tapestry over, I ask? No! No, that would be an insult to those who are making the tapestry this century, I'm told. So here we are. Dithering, and worried, because someone is supposed to arrive with a piece of art that I have never seen, and I'm just supposed to allow it in my museum, no questions asked. On the one hand, it makes me feel like an orc being told that he's getting a new super weapon... but on the other, no one is explaining to me how that super weapon will work. Very frustrating, you see?"

Surprised at being approached, Jowan answered the question, "My great-great-grandfather, the Grand Prince Vanya, was present during it's unveiling. That and the lavish gifts given by the various Kings of Ashenia are legendary in Niskovia, that someone could overshadow them was often talked about..."

Jowan trailed off, distracted by the curator's speech. Somehow he had forgotten that human specialists could get so passionate about their work. He was undecided on whether to commiserate with the curator's position or not... except, Haljans knew art right?

"Merjan was just telling me his impressions of the tapestry."

An agitated pincer click followed Jowan's statement. It seemed he would have to beware of eventual payback.

"Yes, it is the colours," Merjan began haltingly, "they are too light for Haljans to see right, a lot of it is just grey shapes to me."


**Elsewhere**


Mendev and Elyx had found their way to the Shore Stage. It was hard for onlookers to make out exactly what they were up to, given their concealing garments and such but it seemed they were having a rather subdued discussion of sorts. Perhaps they were critiquing the music?

[lt_murgen]

"We are greeted well. Our people are unaccustomed to the ocean and its wonders, we appreciate the opportunity to observe it's wonders. We bring a gift." Uyarak calls the other orc to him, "Our traditional drink, for the enjoyment of all. There is more to be unloaded from our vessel."

Percy thanked him graciously. "There will be many here who are eager to sample your gift. Brewing fine drinks is an art form. Please indulge in the other offerings as well, heartwine from Raaneka, whiskies and brandys from other regions. The Jeweled Cities makes a particularly potent drink from rice." He pointed them in the general direction of the buffet tables.

The woman spoke to thier guide, "Please show them to their seating area, so they can get comfortable." To the group she said, "From there, you are free to indulge yourself."



**Elsewhere**
Mendev and Elyx had found their way to the Shore Stage. It was hard for onlookers to make out exactly what they were up to, given their concealing garments and such but it seemed they were having a rather subdued discussion of sorts. Perhaps they were critiquing the music?

A male Komola seemed to appear out of nowhere, stepping out from behind a shaded recess behind a pillar supporting the roof. His appearance leaned more to the human than bunnyman. Still, his whiskers, teeth, and observant eyes were unmistakable. He was dressed simply in mithril and chain rainments, a coiled, weighted bracelet on one arm. Without pausing, he moved down a few rows from the Nameless duo and towards some cables. In a few moments the awnings around the area were properly adjusted, providing more shade to that area. The duo lost track of him as he moved into another shaded alcove.

[WaylanderX]

Hurosha Empire


Meishan greeted the Hurosha delegation when the arrived with great happiness. "Greetings, Empress! You honor us by your attendance." Whether she was happier for the prestige it brought to the event or having other of her same species around was hard to distinguish.

Ryena smiled warmly at Meishan.

"May Prowess light your way, Meishan Fireguard. Unfortunately, I could not bring your father or mother. The participation limit prevented it. However, I do got a letter from them."

Ryena hovered forward, giving Meishan a letter stamped with both her father's and mother's heraldry. The letter itself was a scroll made of Zargrim parchment. Ryena continued:

"How are things as a Cloudiz in AQUA? I can imagine it must be hard sometimes. If you please, walk with us while we talk. We are expecting some more companions from the West to join us."

While walking, the Empress brought her son forward. His scales, shining with the same reddish hue that his mother possessed, were in sharp contrast with the boy's green eyes. He wore a long garb made of orange Kinu Kiroth and Kasumori cotton, his mother's heraldry stitched on the front of his clothing. A kusarigama hung at his side, and on his back he carried a small ornate shield.

"I think you've met all the Ambassadors and Arches here, but I don't think you two have met yet. Li Meishan Magnes, this is Sanell Fireguard, my son. Sanell, this is one of your far aunts."

Sanell bowed with practised motion.

"Greetings, it is a pleasure to meet you." He spoke fluently and without hesitation.

Ryena nodded appreciatively. It was clear she was rather proud of her son.

To Li Meishan Magnes Fireguard,

We hope you are in good health. Since the Killings, we were very worried about your safety. We prayed to Ashmar and the Silver Lady as much as we could, just to keep you save. When news reached us that you were to marry nobility of AQUA, our hearts jumped. Jumped because we know you are safer now. Now that the seas are relatively safe once again and the war is subsiding, we managed to get this letter to you.

Aimi, Kaori and Daichi are all doing fine here, all three nearing graduating from the Academy. They do wish to see their sister though, as it has been too long. Perhaps you could visit sometimes? When you do, we will welcome you warmly.

May Ashmar hold you safe in his embrace,

Rin Fireguard
Li Yin Huo


Alzeroth Collective

A long trip it had been, the journey from Alzeroth to the Sea of Glass. Even with the help of Huroshan zeppelins, only recently acquired, it still took the best part of two weeks to reach their destination. But eventually, the harbors were in sight. Inside, Kialdo Visontas, Grand Minister of Alzeroth, He Who Defied Death, read through the latest reports partaining to Kemuliaan's recent incursions into Alzerite lands. They did not respond to any of their messengers, didn't stop, kept stealing their precious resources. Another force that tried to bring Alzeroth down. But now, Alzeroth was prepared. Alzeroth wasn't alone in this struggle. A fact that the Red Pharaoh would soon discover if he did not yield to common sense.

The door to his cabin creaked open, revealing two light blue stone coloms connected to a bigger stone, the rest hidden from sight.

"Grand Minister Kialdo, we HAVE *ahem* arrived, sir...... IT.. is time...."

The Grand Minister got up from his seat.

"Excellent, get the crew in motion, Minister Grïend. Is Mariato also informed?"

"Yes, indeed, my lord."

Kialdo nodded, slowely standing up.

"Let's face the world then. Alzeroth is ready."

When the zeppelin had landed, five people stepped out. A quite remarkable bunch, to be sure. Kialdo Visontas, the Grand Minister himself, was clad in orange and green robes made of Kasumori cotton. Because of his age, he walked with the help of a walking staff, but he walked straight and with dignity. He emitted an aura of fearlesness, kindness and pride.

Behind him walked General Mariato Polarsis, Major General of the Grand Army. Eyes scanning for every spec of danger, his hand always on the longsword strapped to his belt. He carried a heavy steel shield on his back. He was clad in fine chainmail, on top of which he wore a tunic with the collors of Alzeroth finely embroired in it. A fine pair of cotton trousers finished his attire. Following right behind was Mariato's second in command, Orianis Wasantos, clad in the same sort of finery, but only armed with a sword.

One of Kialdo's ministers, chosen from the people that proven themselves loyal to Alzeroth, was Minister Kiaras Pirines. Although quite young, she had proven herself invaluable to restoring Alzeroth to its former glory, acting to perserve the happiness of the people during Kialdo absence in secret. She was clad in a fine dress made of silk, wearing jewery around her neck and stomach region.

Last but not least, a familiar figure appeared. Measuring 5 meters high, made of lightblue quartz, Grïend stepped out of the zeppelin. Clad in his Shintouite black bracers, he let the ground tremble where he thread.

Alzeroth had arrived.

[DurkBlanston]

The Caercian Consortium had been quite busy in recent years with the war and the preparations for the Golden Guru's ceremony coming about a year following the Gala. As such the Consortium had almost not sent a delegation at all but it had been decided that to refuse the invitation would be disrespectful to the Confederation, a fellow vassal of the Imperium, and a missed opportunity to speak with the other attendant nations. Still, the domestic events demanded the attention of the majority of the upper level lords of the realm and so the Caercian Delegation consisted primarily of the young members of the royal and protectorate families looking for adventure and a good time. Only Eduard Gilbartsan possessed more decades than he had arms but he was hardly a man known for his restraint in attending parties.

The Delegation sailed in on Melzin ships, a sight different than the Sterk ships normall used by Caercian dignitaries sailing the open sea if for no other reason than their outstanding quality, rivaling those made by the Jeweled Cities and Qarimos in their craftsmanship. The ship bore the Caercian ensign waving proudly in the wind and as the ship came to rest a plethora of young nobles spilled forth and made footfall on the beaches of the Sea of Glass, eager to see what all the event had to offer.



Eduard Gilbartsan (33) - Unmarried, Second-Son of the Count of Exbur, Legatus Sterkelv
Francis Caercia (18) - Unmarried, Heir to the Protectorate of Sterkelv
Jonas Caercia (18) - Unmarried, First Son of the Lord Lieutenant Vitus Caercia and Lady Martina Grant-Tremblor Fitzrion
Ambria and Sonia Caercia (23) - Unmarried, Twin First Daughters of the Lord Lieutenant Vitus Caercia and Lady Martina Grant-Tremblor Fitzrion
Hanna Caercia (17) - Unmarried, First Daughter of the Protectorate of Sterkelv






To the left of the mainsail is the anchor from Alydaxian's Hope, which the plaque details as having been part of the attempt to cross the Sea of the Golden Sun during the Moonshroud Wars. Famously sunk by the Heartlands navy, the anchor should have gone to the bottom of the sea.


Eduard and his nephews Francis and Jonas had been enjoying with some disregard the drinks made available to them and the Cana they'd brought along when they wound up in the Art Museum. After regaining their balance somewhat they'd begun to read the plaques and laugh among themselves at the crude jokes they shared about pieces of the art displays. Then they happened to stumble upon the plaque for the anchor from Alydaxian's Hope.

"What is the meaning of this!?" Eduard shouted as he finished the last line, "I won't stand for it! It won't stand!"

Francis who had just finished reading it himself also seemed to grow angered, "This is unacceptable! Where is the curator!? Who's in charge here!?"

Jonas who seemed to be the more sober of the three read the plaque himself and sunk his face into his hand. He hoped the curator would arrive soon before his two compatriots did something even more rash.

[Gengy]

"Merjan was just telling me his impressions of the tapestry."

An agitated pincer click followed Jowan's statement. It seemed he would have to beware of eventual payback.

"Yes, it is the colours," Merjan began haltingly, "they are too light for Haljans to see right, a lot of it is just grey shapes to me."

The Art Museum

"That's a pity. The colors of the weave are part of the skill of this..." It would appear Dunlop would say more, but there is a large bit of shouting nearby.


"What is the meaning of this!?" Eduard shouted as he finished the last line, "I won't stand for it! It won't stand!"

Francis who had just finished reading it himself also seemed to grow angered, "This is unacceptable! Where is the curator!? Who's in charge here!?"

"Excuse me, sirs." Pathos Dunlop smiled politely at Jowan and Merjan, before extracting himself to walk over to the display of recovered artifacts from the seafloor.

Approaching the delegation from the Caercian Consortium, the curator drew himself up to his full height of five feet, four inches, and approached like a man who knew he was in charge... of a museum... and nothing else. "May I help you, honored guests? I am the curator here. Ah. I see you are viewing the recovered anchor of the Alydaxian's Hope. Honestly, how we were able to have it here is still a bit of a mystery to me, but I am pleased to see that it has not rusted too terribly. I particularly like the pattern of algea that seems to have grown around the left part of the bottom of the anchor. It is almost artistic in it's natural state, is it not?"


Current Time: 4:04pm
Dusk: 6:13pm
New Century: Midnight

[Kasanip]

The Docks

Dressed in swimwear and jackets with the colors of Free Knights and sword belt worn around waist, three representatives of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities arrive on a loaned ship from Hospitalers.
"Wow, it's really so big!" Passiflora of Rubia exclaimed as the Seaborne Confederation battle cruiser approached.
"You've said that ten-thousand times, already." Solana of Fernbrake chided, her arms crossed as usual to her rainy mood.
"But it is! Really the world is a big place, isn't it? I suppose we have to show our best! You're only upset because of the clothing."
"That's right." Solana scowled, tugging at the costume. "I would prefer to wear armor."
"But it's a beach party! The Seaborne Confederation islanders suggested this sort of apparel for an event." Passiflora protested, an evil grin appearing. "Besides, even rain is troublesome for armor. Do you want to swim in the ocean? It's supposed to be very salty."
Solana scowled. "That's not it! I can move fine in armor."
"You can move fine without armor, too." Euco of Verbena interrupted with a smile. The two bickering knights turned to her. Passiflora had a triumphant expression, but Solana still looked unhappy.
"It's not about moving."
"Oh-ho. I see! You can't swim?" Passiflora guessed. Solana glared.
"Of course I can swim! Who has ever heard of a Free Knight who can't swim?"
"...You're afraid of monsters in the water, right?" Passiflora covered her smile with a hand.
"No! Just you have to be on your guard! I wouldn't expect a hospitaler from Rubia to understand what we know in the Fernbrake." Passiflora put her hands on her hips and leaned forward.
"Wait a minute!"
"Knights, we're here. Passiflora, Solana." Euco announced. The two girls snapped to attention.
"As new top class graduates you have earned the opportunity to travel to this important event. Probably your destiny may become Grand-Master or even Steward of our country someday. So you must hold to your chivalric standards. Most importantly, watch out for Raaneka people. I heard a story from my mother about the Tellurian Games. Apparently there were some cultural differences. Don't do anything stupid."
"Yes, my Lady!" The two knights responded.
The three disembarked onto the island.


Euco of Verbena (30) - The former Steward of Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. Recently she has caused a lot of troublesome chaos by resigning position and marrying Wang Pak Heyeon. She came as a special ambassador because of position as former Steward and new Queen of Zuiguo.

(Wang Pak Heyeon probably came as well, but I don't know if he is control by QuintonBeck for this round's events.)

Passiflora of Rubia (15) - The top class graduate from Rubia. The Prestigious Heroic Academies of Free Knights sent two graduates as [junior ambassadors] to the event, to show importance of new century and youth's future. Passiflora is a Hospitaler Free Knight. Many think she is a possible new Steward for her political ability.

Solana of Fernbrake (15) - The top class graduate from Fernbrake. The Prestigious Heroic Academies of Free Knights sent two graduates as [junior ambassadors] to the event, to show importance of new century and youth's future. Solana is a Free Knight with experience fighting monsters of Fernbrake. Many think she is a possible new Grand-Master for her similarity of style to Commelina.

[Lord_Burch]

Three mostly nondescript ships sail towards the docks of the gala. Their only distinguishing marks are the silver sails that fly from their masts, as well as the unfamiliar black shapes protruding from their sides. Those present at the battle with Dreadlove would recognize these as the fearsome cannons mounted on his ships. Most of those present on the ships were soldiers; many still regarded the Imperium and it's vassals as enemy territory. As such, Miranda personally ensured that her son and heir would go with adequate military protection, despite Alexander's protests.

Leaving two of the ships to anchor offshore within sight of the Gala, the lead ship continues on, accepting its guide as it sweeps in. Upon docking, eight, not including the guide provided by their hosts, disembark. Lord Dauphin Alexander Bordeux steps off first, wearing a long, silver coat and black clothing, followed closely by two guards. Both carry swords at their hips, and wear the now-signature animal masks of the Imperial Guard- one a tiger, the other a bear. Curiously, the first of the two also wears a strange gauntlet on his left hand adorned with claws. Following them are man and a woman, strikingly similar, both with dark hair and green eyes. Finally, a young elven man followed by two giants, one in ornate, gold armor, the other in more plain iron, disembark from the ship- carefully, considering the great weight of the giants. Without a word, the young elf and the giant in iron depart towards the market area. The other six, accompanied by the guide, head further in. Men wielding Arquebi remained stationed on the guard rails of the ship, while two more Faceless remain guarding the gangplank leading up.

Lord Alexander Bordeux, 42, Married
Two unnamed Faceless
Isabelle Cerise, 22, unmarried.
Jules Cerise, 22, unmarried.
Baronet Selethen Toros, 19, unmarried.
Marelle Cernik-Vudice, 345, married.
Dominik Cernik-Novácek, 97, unmarried.



--Market--

The young elf and the relatively young giant wander through the markets, searching for goods. Mostly, they're looking for mundane supplies for their ships journey back, although the Lord Bordeux had a few special requests for luxury goods included in their list.

Bah. My first time abroad, and I'm spending it in a market, of all places. And, no doubt, the river-brats will be rubbing it in my face the second we next see them. So superior abiut how they're from Bordeux... he says, a tad sulkily.

Come, now, Selethen. There's some much you can find in a market! All you need to is open your eyes a bit. Besides, why do you think those two knuckleheads are here in the first place? All they are is a pretty face. , Dominik chides his friend.

Cracking a rare smile, True, true. Hopefully, they won't be making the return journey with us. Say... You're taller than me, do you happen to see another elf over there? I've heard other exist, of course, but I've never seen any., pointing off to their left.

I believe I do. Care to introduce yourself? , he sardonically mutters.

I do! And I take issue with your tone, good sir. Passing through the crowds- a giant is certainly helpful in that respect- he approaches the elder elf. Many greetings to you, distant kin. May I ask your name? , he bows, while Dominik stands a bit behind him, rolling his eyes.

RD: I don't actually know what the age range for Glacier Elves is, so I may have messed up a bit there. :P Feel free to correct me if Malynel is not as old as I've called her.

Durk & Gengy: do you guys mind if I but in on your conversation? I can't write it up right now, but I'll try to later if you don't mind.

[HalfTangible]

Marvella at this point in her reign was pretty well-known for small, humble processions. At most, she might bring along 6 personal guards.

This time she'd brought 12, Knights of Fabula all. Such was the paranoia brought on by war.

They came to the Centennial Gala on the backs of Sycia's famous pegasi, flanking three others in a protective circle. The knights wore full plate armor and face-concealing helms, each bearing a shield. Half of the knights also bore lances, while the other half bore swords. Their armor bore the insignia of Sycia, and their helmets had the spread wings of a pegasus on either side.

Marvella herself rode at the front of the three protected on a pegasus stallion as white as snow. Unlike her normal attire of a simple chemise, she wore mithril armor that was only partially ceremonial. Eirlys rode on her right, dressed well as a diplomat should be, and managing to look fairly regal despite her advanced age. On Marvella's left rode a Salterri man in a fur coat and a hood. He wore no weapons, but beneath his hood one could see a chainmail shirt. The procession landed and quietly made its way into the Gala.

There was supposed to be a peace conference here, but Sycia came prepared for a fight, it seemed.

[DoomHat]

OOC: In the interest of getting it posted, I've skipped the set up for now, I'll edit it in a little later.
This is time bubbled for when most everyone has arrived, and as listed on the Event scheduled established in an earlier post. The Cree accepted the slot formerly filled by the comedian.

The Scene: Tyrant Khoonbish is sitting on the stage on an elevated portable foldout throne which is made to look large and sturdy by its thick and colorful cloth banners. She is motionless and glaring out into the middle distance. Bloodknight Jujak is standing in front of her, delivering the following speech.


Friends! Friends, we thank you all for having come here, to this place, in a spirit of peace. It pains us that we can not share in the festive atmosphere of the day. These are dark times for the world, and the Cree do not sit idly in dark times.

Things of evil now stir from their shadows, and they grow bolder by the day. The Tyranny of the Cree has for too long been consumed by our own troubles, but we have survived the catastrophe that long loomed over us. Now we look to what has happened, indeed what IS happening, outside our boarders. We look upon these things and we recoil in horror.

This is a most momentous day for us all to be gathered. The last decade has been one of darkness and confusion. If we do not act now, if we do not take our first steps forward here, the next century promises to be an Age of Blood.

We will now sight a number of concerns that the Tyranny hopes to address, carefully itemized. When we are done, we wish to utalize any remaining time to respond to any questions the audience wishes addressed immediately and publicly.

Please remember that the Cree are claiming no authority to demand action on any of the following points, however, in our estimation they are urgent and almost certainly requir international attention.
---

Item #1: The Outlaw Terbishy Stuyvesant
It is only fair we begin with an apology for our own crimes. It was our funding and training that created this monster, and we have so far been unable to clean up the mess.

I am sure you have all read reports of strange happenings in the Bloomenwald Isles, Carmine, and beyond. Poor and underclass residents of your various nation's have been disappearing. Criminal acts conducted by rogues and bandits possessing supernatural physical abilities. We know the cause.

Stuyvesant was tasked with designing a weapon for us. Something that would allow mortal kind to compete fairly in a increasingly unstable phenomenal world. But he defied the limits we set on his research. He has created an abomination.

It is our estimation that within the next five years, “Doctor” Stuyvesant will have gathered sufficient sway within the criminal underworld to become another Dreadlove in terms of his level of threat. He is uncanny in his cunning and trained in our Inquisitorial Methods. He knows us all too keenly.

Good Tyrant Khoonbish has increased the bounty upon him. If any government can offer proof of the death of Terbishy Stuyvesant and the destruction of all his works, the Cree offer a gift of two shipments of Stone and one shipment of Horses for no less then 25 years to a region or regions of your choice as well as the existing monetary reward.

Do not attempt to approach him or those that have made themselves his pawns with anything less then a fully equipped military force.


Item #2: New Crima Advent Post Disaster Coordination.
We must first publicly give our thanks to Celero. The land they set aside for our citizens to enjoy while recuperating from the stress of the Advent was most appreciated. Most brought their own food, water, and yerts with them, so as not to overtax Celerese resources.

The damage to our infrastructure was comparatively minimal, which is to say our casualties were in the hundreds rather then the tens of hundreds. But this was not a disaster that effected us alone, though, indeed, we ourselves are still suffering. We are totally cut off from normal land and sea trade. We are utilizing the full extent of our airforce to maintain normal contact with the ground. This is an untenable situation.

We reach out to our neighbors, and indeed all lands beyond to aid in preparing for what may come next. The seas may potentially be violently upset within the coming years, and significant quake damage was inflicted on the boarders of our neigbors. There is some fear New Crima itself may begin drifting from its current possition in the sky. Before that happens it may be possible to anchor us where we are. And if we do not drift, it would be most beneficial if we establish some degree of cable cars, or a grand bridge.


Item #3: The Ongoing Jaaku-na Threat.
Praise be to Miranda Bordeux! Without her decisive and comprehensive deployment of military resources, one of our world's most important wonders would now be lost! Her dedication to the eradication of this threat is to be admired, and indeed shames us all!
Praise Be to Miranda of Bordeux!

It is here again the Cree hang our heads in shame! So caught up were we in a war of vengeance and preoccupation with the coming of the Advent, we only committed two legions to that effort. Two legions of cowards! Where other soldiers died, they still stand. They fought and killed, but gave no heed to protecting the lives of their foreign allies! For this they have been punished.

When a Cree goes to war, they renounce the world of the living. Only when their task is done may they be legally and publicly restored to life. Those men shall remain ghosts until nothing remains of Dreadlove's fleet. For those ships yet remain!

Headless, the serpent still crawls! The Dreadfleet has broken itself into uncounted smaller ones, each of which now plagues uncounted shores and sea lanes! Our task is not finished. The Dreadfleet is only one of Thirteen Blights we have too long ignored. We the Tyranny of the Cree call for a summit of world powers to coordinate the final extermination of the Jaaku-na, so that we may never see this kind of outrage ever again!


Item #4: The Modern Triumvirate
It has come to our attention that the Triumvirate now possesses exclusive control of the Grand Canal. This would normally be of minimal concern to us. Our friendship with the Triumvirate is so deep that they are the only nation to have been allowed to maintain a sovereign embassy on our soil, and moreover within our second greatest city!.

However, their behavior following the dissolution of their democracy has made us most uneasy. We wish to court a meeting, ideally an open meeting to explain their actions. We do not wish to issue any accusations, we are perhaps mistaken in our perspective, but we believe we have observed the following Alarming Actions...
Refusal to aid in the protection of the Grand Canal: The Triumvirate sent legions in massive numbers to fight in battles taking place on another continent. They did so leaving not a single trained soldier at home, knowing that The Most Important Wonder Yet Built By Mortal Hands was meanwhile at risk of desolation.
Refusal to aid in the protection of one's own people: Perhaps the loss of their functioning democracy has left the Triumvirate deaf to the anguished screams of their own people? Dreadlove was driven away, but not before thousands of warriors and uncounted civilians fell to cannon fire and dark magic. Had the Triumvirate done its basic moral duty, the Dreadfleet would almost certainly have been broken routed far more cleanly.
Active Obstruction of Aid to Anti-Dreadlove Forces: At this we are enraged! The Tyrant confesses to having heard outcries from her Parliament demanding immediate military action for this vile insult. However, the Tyrant and her inner council are convinced there must be some misunderstanding. Perhaps some form of internal sabotage or terrorist infiltrators are responsible for willfully turning away the aid of the Free Cities Hospitalers. In such case, we offer the aid of our Inquisition in finding and flaying alive the responsible parties.
Sending Troops to Assault a Sovereign Nation without a Declaration of War: At the beginning of the so called 'Sunset War', the Triumvirate sent military forces to assault Sympol for reasons yet unknown to the Tyranny of the Cree. No official declaration of war was issued. Legally, this could be constituted as an unprovoked act of terrorism. The Good Tyrant is most eager to understand the motive, as well as legal and moral basis, of this action, and so invites a Triumval representative to please explain it to her in a public setting.




Item #5: Discuss The Health of Ashenia's Treaties with the Tyranny of the Cree
Ashenia is one of the Cree's oldest allies. They were a good and generous liege in the dark days when the Hated Khaliphate forced the Cree to forget their hearts and kneel... kneel as we never shall again...

…

Ashenia is one of our oldest allies. And so it is that we are quite unnerved by the unseemly appearance of their recent actions as well. We are not the only ones confused by this mysterious behavour.

I have here a missive sent to us from a significant foreign official, who shall remain nameless.
It reads thus...

"Ashenia has intervened in a war against the head of a religion to which they've just converted, on the side of the head of a religion they've always vocally held in contempt (and a governmental system likewise), against many of their former friends, allegedly on the basis of a document they've previously renounced, and which in general seems to have no direct impact upon them."

Naturally, the Cree wish to take the word of our longtime allies at their face value. King Kellan, Third of his Name, has repeatedly declared his extreme reluctance to involve himself in the Sunset war. However, he was evidently also compelled against personal desires and better judgment to attempt to unseat Queen of Faedas Kyria Varinel. This is due, in his words, to the Pax Varinel having been “broken in spirit”.

The Cree have long held the view that all things contain ethereal spirits that define their natures in subtle, barely tangible, ways. However, we did not realize that the mystic connection the Ashenian government shares with its legal documents was so strong they could sense that some unwritten, seemingly unintended, portion of the document has been violated!

The Tyranny wishes very much to continue our good relations with Ashenia, but this is only possible if we can consistently interpret the desires and taboos of her King and People. As such, we wish to open a dialog with them as soon as possible to discern the nature of the unwritten parts of our agreements with them. The parts contained only in its 'Spirit'.

In the meantime, we've bundled our current treaties with Ashenia, as signed by Holy Oluska, First Good Tyrant, in a box constructed of sacred substances. We've then wrapped it in holy wards, and an ordained priest of The Old Ways prays to it with devotional incense three times a day. So hopefully its capricious Ashenian Document Spirit will not magically compel King Kellan, Third of his Name, to declare war on us for reasons we can not predict or understand.

...as a personal aside, when I was first given this to read, I assumed it was some kind of mean spirited jest... but Cheongnyong is glaring at me right now with the box in his hands. He conducted a convoluted prayer ritual infront of it on the boat this morning, then again just before we arrived, and I imagine he'll do it again this evening...

...so make of that what you will. Our Good Tyrant Khoonbish can be somewhat literal minded.


Item #6 The Planinfrag Investigation
We have brought several copies of The Official Results of Our Planinfrag Investigation. Each is an exact copy of the full report, with citations of both testimony and physical evidence available to all.

We encourage our fellow leaders to make of these findings what they will, and they are free to contribute to, or follow up on our work. There is only one conclusion the Cree have reached definitively from this available evidence.

The evidence overwhelmingly points to our friend and ally Guilder as being responsible for the invasion of Planinfrag by orcish forces. The orcs were supplied with Guilderene armor and diplomatic incentives. When pressed, the orc's first response was to reach out to Guilder for additional military aid, which was provided immediately and without apparent hesitation.

The Tyranny would be very interested to see evidence that contradicts this position. However, a warning, please to not think to insult us. Any claim that we are misinterpreting this self evident information, or that we do not have a sufficiently tall mountain of data to reach a conclusion, will henceforth be recognized as slander.

Please do not think to have the temerity to tell us that the sun is cold or that eating regular amounts of food is unhealthy. If you must lie, please at least try to be respectful.

That is all... We'll now be taking questions if anyone has them.

[DurkBlanston]

[B]
[COLOR="#FF8C00"]"Excuse me, sirs." Pathos Dunlop smiled politely at Jowan and Merjan, before extracting himself to walk over to the display of recovered artifacts from the seafloor.

Approaching the delegation from the Caercian Consortium, the curator drew himself up to his full height of five feet, four inches, and approached like a man who knew he was in charge... of a museum... and nothing else. "May I help you, honored guests? I am the curator here. Ah. I see you are viewing the recovered anchor of the Alydaxian's Hope. Honestly, how we were able to have it here is still a bit of a mystery to me, but I am pleased to see that it has not rusted too terribly. I particularly like the pattern of algea that seems to have grown around the left part of the bottom of the anchor. It is almost artistic in it's natural state, is it not?"


"This plaque here," Eduard said gesturing towards it, "There's no mention of the Sterk Navy, that's what sunk the Hope in truth of it. She of Silver surely guided our liege to put that ship under but there ain't no way they coulda done it without the Sterks keeping Silver Moon from coming in and reinforcing! Your plaque needs updating sir! Your plaque needs a whole new paragraph! Go find the many anchors of the Moon and put one of them on display why don't you!" the man was waving around erratically.

Francis seemed to be getting swept up in the rhetoric while Jonas tried his best to keep things from getting out of hand.

"I'm sorry Curator, we'll be moving along," Jonas said, putting a hand each on the arms of Francis and Eduard.

"You needa change this plaque!" Francis said, clearly not hearing his cousin's words.




RD: I don't actually know what the age range for Glacier Elves is, so I may have messed up a bit there. :P Feel free to correct me if Malynel is not as old as I've called her.

Durk & Gengy: do you guys mind if I but in on your conversation? I can't write it up right now, but I'll try to later if you don't mind.


Fine by me :smalltongue:

[Gengy]

The Art Museum


"This plaque here," Eduard said gesturing towards it, "There's no mention of the Sterk Navy, that's what sunk the Hope in truth of it. She of Silver surely guided our liege to put that ship under but there ain't no way they coulda done it without the Sterks keeping Silver Moon from coming in and reinforcing! Your plaque needs updating sir! Your plaque needs a whole new paragraph! Go find the many anchors of the Moon and put one of them on display why don't you!" the man was waving around erratically.

"I'm sorry Curator, we'll be moving along," Jonas said.

"You needa change this plaque!" Francis said.

The Curator, at first wringing his hands while he listened, suddenly paused. Clearly, this was not what he was expecting. As he listened, he was becoming visibly upset. His hankerchief was once again in his hand, and he dabbed at his brow. His hands were fists, and were not letting go of anything, the retort on his lips starting as barely a whisper.

"This. Is. An outrage! I pride myself on all of my pieces having accurate information. I consulted books of ancient texts, and history professors from all over the world - including Dr. Diogorno Fiassa, PhD in World Histories - and made it my mission to ensure that each plaque was accurate and well written!"

Curator Pathos moved with some purpose ever closer to Eduard and Francis, and began pointing his index finger at both of them, "And you. YOU. Walk in here and tell me it's... wrong? That I made a... mistake?"

Looking over at Jonas, Pathos Dunlop's eyes squinted behind his glasses. "I realize these gentlemen have been drinking, but honestly... honestly! TO BE SHAMED LIKE THIS?!?"

The Curator was suddenly grabbing both Francis and Eduard, one in each of his small arms, and if someone was just now looking in, surely they would be concerned. But for Francis and Eduard, it became much more clear. "Thank you. Thank you."

Tears rolling down his face, the Curator looked up again, now clearly in a hug with the Caercians. "If not for you, this mistake may have been laughed about - I would have been laughed about - for ages to come. My reputation. My museum. My job. All saved. I'm honored to have met you, sirs. I will have this... this... disgrace of a plaque removed and ensure that further fact checking will be done on objects such as this in the future. May I help such wonderful guests to find themselves something more to drink? And perhaps I could interest you in looking around the museum with me?"

It is hard to tell if Curator Pathos actually is an emotional ship in a wave crashing storm, with his ups and downs so hard to predict... or if he is just an amazing actor and handler of people. From the look he gives to Jonas, and the wink that neither Eduard or Francis can see, it is likely the latter.


Current Time: 4:07pm
Dusk: 6:13pm
New Century: Midnight

[Lord_Burch]

"This plaque here," Eduard said gesturing towards it, "There's no mention of the Sterk Navy, that's what sunk the Hope in truth of it. She of Silver surely guided our liege to put that ship under but there ain't no way they coulda done it without the Sterks keeping Silver Moon from coming in and reinforcing! Your plaque needs updating sir! Your plaque needs a whole new paragraph! Go find the many anchors of the Moon and put one of them on display why don't you!" the man was waving around erratically.

Francis seemed to be getting swept up in the rhetoric while Jonas tried his best to keep things from getting out of hand.

"I'm sorry Curator, we'll be moving along," Jonas said, putting a hand each on the arms of Francis and Eduard.

"You needa change this plaque!" Francis said, clearly not hearing his cousin's words.




I have to agree with the man, Curator. Though not for the same reasons, of course. They've got it all wrong, don't they, Jules? , speaks Isabelle Cerise, sashaying up to the conversation while looking fabulous, with her brother in tow.

Indeed. I seem to remember the Sterk navy getting cut off somewhere in the Golden Sea- by none other than the Valterran navy. In fact as I recall, the Sterks did nothing in halting the virtuous Alydaxan navy- it was the Imperial Heartlands that slaughtered the Alydaxan navy at sea.

And, in doing so, ensuring the downfall of the righteous Priory- brave men standing giants tyranny and oppression. jumps in Isabelle again.

[DurkBlanston]

The Art Museum



The Curator, at first wringing his hands while he listened, suddenly paused. Clearly, this was not what he was expecting. As he listened, he was becoming visibly upset. His hankerchief was once again in his hand, and he dabbed at his brow. His hands were fists, and were not letting go of anything, the retort on his lips starting as barely a whisper.

"This. Is. An outrage! I pride myself on all of my pieces having accurate information. I consulted books of ancient texts, and history professors from all over the world - including Dr. Diogorno Fiassa, PhD in World Histories - and made it my mission to ensure that each plaque was accurate and well written!"

Curator Pathos moved with some purpose ever closer to Eduard and Francis, and began pointing his index finger at both of them, "And you. YOU. Walk in here and tell me it's... wrong? That I made a... mistake?"

Looking over at Jonas, Pathos Dunlop's eyes squinted behind his glasses. "I realize these gentlemen have been drinking, but honestly... honestly! TO BE SHAMED LIKE THIS?!?"

The Curator was suddenly grabbing both Francis and Eduard, one in each of his small arms, and if someone was just now looking in, surely they would be concerned. But for Francis and Eduard, it became much more clear. "Thank you. Thank you."

Tears rolling down his face, the Curator looked up again, now clearly in a hug with the Caercians. "If not for you, this mistake may have been laughed about - I would have been laughed about - for ages to come. My reputation. My museum. My job. All saved. I'm honored to have met you, sirs. I will have this... this... disgrace of a plaque removed and ensure that further fact checking will be done on objects such as this in the future. May I help such wonderful guests to find themselves something more to drink? And perhaps I could interest you in looking around the museum with me?"

It is hard to tell if Curator Pathos actually is an emotional ship in a wave crashing storm, with his ups and downs so hard to predict... or if he is just an amazing actor and handler of people. From the look he gives to Jonas, and the wink that neither Eduard or Francis can see, it is likely the latter.


The men seemed taken aback and then calmed, and then filled with energy once more though this time of the more jovial variety. Jonas breathed a sigh of relief, mouthing a silent thank you to the Curator when the sound of approaching men disrupted the deescalation.




I have to agree with the man, Curator. Though not for the same reasons, of course. They've got it all wrong, don't they, Jules? , speaks Isabelle Cerise, sashaying up to the conversation while looking fabulous, with her brother in tow.

Indeed. I seem to remember the Sterk navy getting cut off somewhere in the Golden Sea- by none other than the Valterran navy. In fact as I recall, the Sterks did nothing in halting the virtuous Alydaxan navy- it was the Imperial Heartlands that slaughtered the Alydaxan navy at sea.

And, in doing so, ensuring the downfall of the righteous Priory- brave men standing giants tyranny and oppression. jumps in Isabelle again.

And like that Jonas' hope this would end well crashed.

RIGHTEOUS PRIORY!" Eduard said, wheeling about violently hand already at his sword, "THOSE RIGHTEOUS PRIORY ***** AND THEIR FALSE QZARE'S BASTARDS ARE STILL KILLING THE CHILDREN OF OUR QZARE AND YOU DARE DEFEND THEM!? HERE, ON IMPERIUM SOIL NO LESS!? I SHOULD HAVE YOUR HEAD!"

Francis too looked ready to fight alongside his uncle and Jonas moved to intervene, taking a page from the Curator.

"Uncle, Cousin, I'm sure their ignorance is not intentional, please, let us not ruin the Museum of this fine man whose attention to your words is so great."

"Jonas is right Uncle," Francis said, "If we're spilling Silver blood we should take it outside," the look in his eyes as he looked upon the Silver Moon delegation betrayed his serious intent.

[lt_murgen]

"How are things as a Cloudiz in AQUA? I can imagine it must be hard sometimes. If you please, walk with us while we talk. We are expecting some more companions from the West to join us." [/COLOR]
"Percy and I traveled widely for the last decade. I loved life aboard ship. Life as the Skipper's wife, however is a bit trying." They walked a bit more and she added, "But the reefs and deeps are beautiful, and swimming is a true joy."



"Greetings, it is a pleasure to meet you." He spoke fluently and without hesitation.

Meishan gave the young man a hug. "Nephew, welcome! It is so good to meet you." Her wings fluttered happily and she nearly lifted the pair off the ground before she caught herself. Turning to the Queen, she apologized. "Sorry, the Islander's physical affections have worn off on me"



Three mostly nondescript ships sail towards the docks of the gala. Their only distinguishing marks are the silver sails that fly from their masts, as well as the unfamiliar black shapes protruding from their sides. Those present at the battle with Dreadlove would recognize these as the fearsome cannons mounted on his ships. Most of those present on the ships were soldiers; many still regarded the Imperium and it's vassals as enemy territory. As such, Miranda personally ensured that her son and heir would go with adequate military protection, despite Alexander's protests.
The Pono al a Ono acting as harbor-master swam up, breeching the water a respectable distance away and swimming slowly towards the ship on the dock. A cloudiz man with wings, gills and a long tail hailed them as they approached, clearly signally his friendly intent.

When the Pono got within shouting distance, its true size could be seen. The whale-man was nearly 70 feet long. He burbled and grumbled in a voice that one felt in the chest as much as heard. The Cloudiz man translated. "Harbormaster Fozzie requests that all ship-mounted weapons be stowed while at his docks. You are welcome to have your guards on patrol on board your own vessels, of course. Safety of all participants is our main concern." the whale man let out a low, keening call. At a respectable distance outside of the harbor, a dozen other creatures breached for a moment, sending large sprays of water into the air before disappearing below the surface again.





--Market--
The market, just for reference, are a few Seaborne Confederation vessels tied up along the docks. Beyond that, the island is all museum, on a vast scale. Still, there were booths and stalls selling most of the goods sailors find necesary.


OOC- halftangible, how in the world did you get all the way out to the middle of the Western sea on Pegasi? The Seaborne Confederation would graciously offer you a ride on one of their aerial carriers, if you wanted.


*SNIP*

At some point later in the evening, the elderly chief of staff for the Seaborne Confederation will request a private audience between the Tyrant Koonbish and the Skipper General.



Approaching the delegation from the Caercian Consortium, the curator drew himself up to his full height of five feet, four inches, and approached like a man who knew he was in charge... of a museum... and nothing else. "May I help you, honored guests? I am the curator here. Ah. I see you are viewing the recovered anchor of the Alydaxian's Hope. Honestly, how we were able to have it here is still a bit of a mystery to me, but I am pleased to see that it has not rusted too terribly. I particularly like the pattern of algea that seems to have grown around the left part of the bottom of the anchor. It is almost artistic in it's natural state, is it not?"


A Quill woman appeared out of an alcove nearby, carefully watching events. She too was clad in mithril and leather, with the ever-present ruemel-cloth on her wrist.

"Jonas is right Uncle," Francis said, "If we're spilling Silver blood we should take it outside," the look in his eyes as he looked upon the Silver Moon delegation betrayed his serious intent.

At this point, the Quill woman steps over. Her voice is rough, like sandpaper over glass. "Ladies, gentlemen. There will be no spilling of blood here. If there is a difference in historical interpretation, we can adjourn to a conference hall to discuss it."

[Lord_Burch]

And like that Jonas' hope this would end well crashed.

RIGHTEOUS PRIORY!" Eduard said, wheeling about violently hand already at his sword, "THOSE RIGHTEOUS PRIORY ***** AND THEIR FALSE QZARE'S BASTARDS ARE STILL KILLING THE CHILDREN OF OUR QZARE AND YOU DARE DEFEND THEM!? HERE, ON IMPERIUM SOIL NO LESS!? I SHOULD HAVE YOUR HEAD!"

Francis too looked ready to fight alongside his uncle and Jonas moved to intervene, taking a page from the Curator.

"Uncle, Cousin, I'm sure their ignorance is not intentional, please, let us not ruin the Museum of this fine man whose attention to your words is so great."

"Jonas is right Uncle," Francis said, "If we're spilling Silver blood we should take it outside," the look in his eyes as he looked upon the Silver Moon delegation betrayed his serious intent.

Oh, please, huffs Jules, rolling his eyes. Qzare this, Qzare that. Why can't any of you Imperials think for yourselves sometimes?

Besides- like you would actually try to kill us. We're the children of one of the most important men in Bordeux- you wouldn't dare try anything. Isabelle snipes, not noticing the murderous intent in their eyes nor the hand upon the sword at Eduard's hip.

[DoomHat]

At some point later in the evening, the elderly chief of staff for the Seaborne Confederation will request a private audience between the Tyrant Koonbish and the Skipper General.

The meeting was swiftly arranged. The Skipper General was allowed into her makeshift office with flourish kind manors.

Inside Khoonbish sat behind a thin portable desk. She set aside what she'd been reading (complaints and suggestions from parliament) before greeting as warmly as she was able, which was equal parts pathetic and a little alarming. It was like a massive battle scarred wolf or tiger doing its best to be inoffensive and inviting.

Her Heart of the Inquisition loomed large in the shadows, averting her gaze, but clearly ready to intercept anything.

Also an old woman idly making patterns with string between her fingers off to the side.

[Aedilred]

Travelling on the same ship with the An Nádur came the delegation from the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea; indeed, the Greater Kingdom, in a rare usage of its full formal title, for there were folk from the Isles here as well as the mainland. A furious debate had raged over whether it was acceptable to allow delegates to visit without the full number of attendants and, in particular, military protection and bodyguards, given events at previous such occasions. As such a formidable armed force travelled aboard the ship, ready for deployment at a moment's notice. This was still Imperial soil, and there was no reason to expect harm, but equally, it would be foolish to be unprepared.

The atheling led the party, clad in his usual white and gold, with a cloak in the royal colours. At his side was a young man who some might remember as Prince Elwyn, the king's nephew, champion of the Fourth Tellurian Games, his features sharp, elfin, and black as pitch, the golden blade Night's End strapped at his hip. The others were representatives from elsewhere in the kingdom, and the limit on the number of allowed delegates had meant some of the kingdom's provinces would miss out on a representative. Eventually it had been agreed that Prince Elwyn could represent both Trinacria and Tuhiland, thus allowing all to appear at least in principle.

Yuli, earl of Jatham, representing Vennland, followed the senior royals, the title formerly accorded to his distinguished and recently-deceased uncle fitting somewhat uneasily on his young shoulders. Shorter than his cousins, and, while hardly pale, with a rather fairer complexion, he appeared to be trying to look anywhere other than at the bare-breasted ladies among the An Nádur. A man with the disctinctive features of the western Salterri, apparently a descendant of the original colonists from the west, represented Discordia, although his darker complexion suggested his bloodline might have intermingled with the Discordian natives more than he would like to admit. A hugely overdressed goblin represented Farridon, while bringing up the rear was a young sylphid woman, who almost immediately wandered away from the rest of the party on arrival.

Also with them were the Queen and King of the Isles, each of them standing over seven feet tall and followed by three further spriggans who appeared to be priests of some description. Bringing up the rear of their party was a huge white-furred creature with great claws and, on further inspection by those brave enough to investigate further, teeth to match.

Behind all of them, largely unnoticed in the commotion of the three delegations, were a further small group: a young man, perhaps in his late teens, a young woman carrying a small child, and a stern-looking fellow in full military dress in red, white and gold, including medals and decorations, with sun insignia prominent. Those from the north - or knowing Jarrland well - would likely recognise him as a senior officer of the Burning Legion.


Obviously this is more than six characters, but technically they're all from separate delegations. Present:

KCS delegates
Malyn, the atheling, faeblood human (47, married)
Elwyn, the king's nephew, very elven (36, married)
Lord Yang, from Discordia, human (45, married)
Yuli, Earl of Jatham, the Duke's son, faeblood human (18, unmarried)
Eliora, an ireiarchon of Tempestia, sylphid (19)
The Aotrou a Reter of the Kornandon, a goblin (??)

Isles delegates
Queen Areta, spriggan (31, married)
King Sallon, spriggan (29, married)
Three Rism priests
A Blood Drinker of the Coldwell.

The Burning Legion
Brethar Divinorum, human (16)
Legate Quintus, faeblood human (59)
Combulyn Divinorum, Brethar's son, (<1)
Combulyn's wet-nurse and nanny

Open to trade with anyone. Resources available: Breathing Peat, Mithril-Willow, Birds, Fish, Skywhales, Star Nectar, Rustwind, Giant Bear-Dogs, Silk, Fallen Stars, Vallotake, Whale Ivory, Shipwrights, Discordian Rock

[Rain Dragon]

Wondering what exactly a Naduir was, Kazimir hastily apologised, "My apologies, though I speak some six languages, it seems that I have botched yours quite badly on my first attempt."

Given their reactions to the term, Kazimir decided he would definitely not be asking what it meant any time soon and instead resolved to fix the inflections of the actual terminology into his memory.

"Of course, how thoughtless of me to have held you up all this time. The Islanders do know how to party, today is sure to be an experience. Please lead on." he said with a bow.

At least once they got moving through the crowd he would be able to slip away in the event that he really insulted them.

The Path to the Gala Ceannin Llyeth

Ceárnu and Aithyn begin to move away in the direction of the Arts Museum. Ceannin Llyeth smiled broadly and gestured toward the path, "It's fine. 'Naduir' is not even one of our own words, but one which snow trolls decided to call us before declaring they would eat our eyes were we to set foot in 'their' lands. Their aggression forced us into the far South, but it didn't end there for they followed us. It seems they had a problem with 'little elveses with horns'. Horns indeed!" Ceannin Llyeth retrieved a bottle from a belt pouch which seemed at first glance too small to have held the item, "We dealt with the matter, but 'Naduir' remains an insult remembered by our people. The Nisakoviches don't happen to have any friends among trolls, do they?"
Llyeth uncorked the bottle and offered it to Kazimir. The sweet smell of a foreign wine floated toward Kazimir. "Six languages is no mean feat. It doesn't sound as though our languages bear many similarities, if names and accents are a fair way to judge such."

Llyeth paused for a moment before continuing awkwardly, "Sorry to ask this of you, as I am sure it may be disrespectful, but would you mind not bowing to me? It seems rather strange and I'd much rather not be reminded that foreigners may not speak with me as equals. I wear no crown and stand upon no dais."



--Market--

The young elf and the relatively young giant wander through the markets, searching for goods. Mostly, they're looking for mundane supplies for their ships journey back, although the Lord Bordeux had a few special requests for luxury goods included in their list.

Bah. My first time abroad, and I'm spending it in a market, of all places. And, no doubt, the river-brats will be rubbing it in my face the second we next see them. So superior abiut how they're from Bordeux... he says, a tad sulkily.

Come, now, Selethen. There's some much you can find in a market! All you need to is open your eyes a bit. Besides, why do you think those two knuckleheads are here in the first place? All they are is a pretty face. , Dominik chides his friend.

Cracking a rare smile, True, true. Hopefully, they won't be making the return journey with us. Say... You're taller than me, do you happen to see another elf over there? I've heard other exist, of course, but I've never seen any., pointing off to their left.

I believe I do. Care to introduce yourself? , he sardonically mutters.

I do! And I take issue with your tone, good sir. Passing through the crowds- a giant is certainly helpful in that respect- he approaches the elder elf. Many greetings to you, distant kin. May I ask your name? , he bows, while Dominik stands a bit behind him, rolling his eyes.

RD: I don't actually know what the age range for Glacier Elves is, so I may have messed up a bit there. :P Feel free to correct me if Malynel is not as old as I've called her.

Malynel had found himself some loose fitting white trousers and had stored away the tights and cotton shirt in a small fringed bag slung over one shoulder. A black tattoo of a vine in flower ran from shoulder to wrist of his right arm and stood out against his pale blue-tinged skin. The end of the tattoo was hidden under a plain white leather vembrace. The wide cloth belt he wore was in the traditional An Náduri style, embroidered blue branches against a white background. His pastel blue hair was worn loose and hung past his shoulders. His ice grey eyes watched those around him carefully, but his longbow lay unstrung at his side and knife remained peace bonded in his belt. At his side was a strange looking person drinking from a wooden cup. Her large eyes watched the strangers approach from her youthful face. Long pointed ears and a pair of light brown antlers poked out from her wild red hair. The strip of hair running from wrist to elbow was the same orange-brown shade as the fur which covered small deer hooves which poked out from beneath a long dark green skirt. A piece of brown cloth embroidered leafy textures sat in her lap and seemed attached to the front of her wide black cloth belt. Brown vine-like tattoos covered her bare upper body. Tapping small brown claws against the wooden cup she watches the strange pair approach Malynel curiously.

Malynel awkwardly bows slightly while seated. His voice is soft and lightly accented though he spoke fluently, "I see you." Malynel greets the pair in the An Náduri fashion, "You may, but only if I may ask of yours."

((Apparently well over 100 for pure blooded elves, so she's not terribly old yet I figure, but not youthful either. You know I wouldn't hesitate to correct you, if the need arises. :P It wasn't mentioned by the characters, so it's no problem at all.

Besides which, I accidentally called Malynel a she, though he's a he. Sorry!))


((Ainiveous made sure they specifically requested a table somewhere in a corner more or less out of sight, but which could see a good portion of the room. That said, An Nádur is a new nation who are made of rather friendly peoples and before the year 496, 497 or so (haven't figured out yet) would not have expressed a preference for seating so if you end up putting them somewhere else, please let me know. Thanks in advance.))

1PM - The Centennial Gala Ainiveous Elysius
Toward the shade he rushed, harder to see than a shadow, harder to hear than a thought.

Ainiveous Elysius averted his gaze in disgust* from the hauntingly familiar Ketsuek Crystals. He sat at the table set aside for An Nádur with only two strange crescent shaped blades for company. Both were a strange deep black metal with ornate gold and red metals delicately entwined to give the appearance of thorned vines growing from the handguard at the centre of the weapon. Dimly glowing red crystals set in the blades spelled the words 'Night' and 'Song' in an ornate script few would recognise and even fewer could attempt to decipher. The wicked edge of the blades would have gleamed gold had they not been carefully wrapped in black silk and peace bonded. Not that it mattered to Ainiveous.

Ainiveous examined his long black claws as he waited for the sun to fall far enough below the horizon that he could explore the island. Though he made sure it appeared he did not wish to be disturbed, Ainiveous knew it was useless to try to remain unnoticed. A few braids adorned straight hair the shade of fresh blood which would have reached his knees were he to stand up. His simple circlet made of a black metal resembled a trio of vines with thorns so wicked one would wonder why he was wearing such a thing. Set in an angular face above high cheekbones were large red eyes flecked with gold. Beneath a long pointy nose were thin deep red lips which contrasted sharply against extremely light purple skin. His high-collared black capelet elegantly embroidered with oranges and reds was worn over a plain black ankle-length cape. His simple black silk shirt was well cut and tucked into a black leather belt decorated with golden vines and red berries. Aizium and copper autumn leaves hung from his belt. The belt clasp was large and round and seemed to be made of some cedar coloured metal. Upon it, orange vines delicately danced around a red eye. Hanging from the belt were two pieces of deep brown cloth decorated with black thorned vine embroidery, one on the front which reached to his knees and a wider piece on the back the same length. His wide black silk trousers almost entirely covered his currently bare feet. Heavy black boots embroidered with gold vines and flowers sat beside Night and Song.

Perhaps Ainiveous would have remained largely unnoticed were it not for his Hanseiyoku which he was tired of concealing. Glowing a dim red the colour of his hair, his Hanseiyoku were a myriad of floating crystals and a fine dust gave the illusion of bat like wings running from his elbow to shoulder.

Perhaps I should re-re-re-read this book... Ainiveous looked disinterestedly at the heavy tome sitting on Ceannin Llyeth's seat.


*Though it is unlikely any would recognise it as such for his kind are legendary for showing emotion very rarely, if at all.

The Cree Announcement - The Centennial Gala Ainiveous Elysius

Ainiveous Elysius swiftly produced a raven feather quill, an inkpot and a piece of parchment from the small pack at his feet. In the midst of taking notes Ainiveous thinks to himself, 'Concerning news, but little of it new to me. Nonetheless, Ceannin Llyeth should know this and this though that would likely only require a brief mention. The line about the 'Ashenian' Document Spirits may amuse him...' He remained calm throughout the speech and seemed relatively detached almost to the point of disinterest. When the time came for questions, Ainiveous remained silent and simply sprinkled a small amount of sand on the freshly inked parchment before gently rolling it up and placing it in an engraved black scroll case. Gathering up his things, Ainiveous left quietly in search of the Ceannin.

[Tychris1]

As the small folk talked and enjoyed exchanging pleasantries, ships docked one by one to unload more attendees and honored guests. The sun rose high to cast its radiant glory onto the Sea of Glass, its rays fracturing upon impact to create a scintillating display that quite clearly helped to give the sea its name. A lone fisherman sat upon his tiny raft, a dwarf sitting next to giants in the political world, yet he payed them no mind, his back hunched over eternally watching over the waters awaiting a fish to arrive. And so it went, his green speckled eyes rolling about this way and that to scan these clear waters he had known for so long.

This fishermen was Richard Stowe, and if the cracked furrow engraved upon his forehead meant anything, it was that he had known nothing but the fishing life for quite some time. It had been that way for his whole bloodline, for his father was a fisher, and his father was a fisher, and his father was a fisher. So it went, passed down from generation to generation, a tradition unbroken over the years. It hadn't always been that way, in his youth Richard aspired to be a navy men, to live a life of high adventure on the open seas, free and unchained by the burdens of responsibility. During his more rebellious periods he even fantasized about being a dread pirate, plundering loot and raiding the supplies of hardworking fishermen like his very own father. Yet old age and childbirth beat the joy and youth out of Richard, and cyclical fate once more sunk its fangs into the Stowe family to claim another.

So ingrained was this lifestyle implanted into Richard's mind, that he knew the currents and flow of these waters like the back of his hand. Where the fish catched easiest, where the fish were most nervous, and where the freak storm would throw the fish onland to be collected by the barrel. Nothing surprised Richard anymore these days when he was on his raft, nothing except for perhaps what he was seeing now. A dead fish floated up to the surface of the water, and Richard payed it no mind. Fish weren't exactly intelligent, sometimes they ate debris they shouldn't have and it kills them, or they just pick a wrong fight and never seim away from it. All it meant was that Richard had an easy catch for the day, assuming the meat wasn't poisoned by a different fish. But then another fish rose to the surface, it's body flopping madly for a brief second before succumbing to deaths embrace. Quickly it was followed by another, and another, and soon a stream of fish began to surface dead.

Richard wasn't sure whether he should have been nervous or elated by the sight of so many readily available dead fish. Was it a blessing from the gods? Or perhaps an omen sent to warn him? As he reached out to grab one of the dead fish, he instantly recoiled, and learned why so many fish were coming forth dead.

The water was boiling hot.

Bubbles and steam began to surface more then fish cadavers as suddenly the water was filled with an overwhelming shadowy presence. Grabbing his paddle, Richard desperately tried to start rowing back to the beach, but his attempts were ultimately futile as the shadowy object began to surface underneath his raft.

It was massive, its head lifting up him and his raft with ease. Steam rose from the beasts body like it was a mobile geyser nearly choking Richard in its overpowering sulfur tainted aroma. Even thoigh it was completely doused by ocean water it paid that fact no mind, and with a quick shake of its body began to ignite back into a roaring inferno. As Richard soared through the air helplessly tossed by the monsters shaking, he began to reevaluate his life goals and realized he really should have been a pirate instead.

Fel Malengorious scratched his head slightly as he heard a fleshling scream before something heavy hit the water, but he didn't pay it any attention. He was far too fascinated by this new little wooden toy he found on his head. It would serve as an excellent cup for holding food, or maybe to scoop up treasures with. It wasn't of the highest quality, but Malengorious never did care much for the craftsmanship of cups. Trudging his way through the water, his claws began to rise further and further out of the sand as he walked closer inland. Flanked on either side by Garün and Bregün, Fel Malengorious motioned for them to pick up the pace and surface already. His efforts were met by the sight of a massive stone block rising from the water, followed behind by a bulky Dünfel warrior clad in crude makeshift armor slightly encrusted with barnacle. Soon after her was another Dünfel warrior, this one bore nothing but a crude bow formed from bone, sinew, drenched rope, and fragments of metal hodgepodged together. His face was brutally scarred, with lacerations and cuts darting across its length and width, as a crude facewrap sagged slightly on his face, but managed to cover most of the scarring.

In a few moments they made landfall, their powerful and long strides carrying them aloft with greater haste then their size would bely. Rising past the boarding area where the small folk would gather and disembark from their transports, the Dünfel delegation chose to instead climb one by one onto the far more stable mainland, save for Bregün who stopped to stare at the incoming Delegations for a second before joining her brother.


Fel Malengorious (Titles Redacted to save space) (Old, Interested?)
Bregün (Old, Not Interested)
Garün (Old, Also Not Interested)

[TheDarkDM]

Tzalteclan Arrives (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FY1fVrI2NFQ)

In years to come it would be said that the Tzaltec arrival at the Centennial was subtler than most had expected. No vast wings cast shadows over the rocky isle, no primal roar split the air. Indeed, their coming was a slow, deliberate thing, a trio of long airships moving in a delta formation. Yet a telltale crimson light shone from the windows of the lead ship, and the welcome parties could only stare on with mounting dread as the airships plunged heedlessly into the gusts of the aeromancers, cutting a path of livefire sparks towards the Centennial Island.

The airships floated to land with a dour silence that cast a pall over the festivities on the coast. Though the eyes of the visitors may have been accustomed to Tzaltec theatrics, the locals could not help but gaze on as the fanged dragon prows opened wide, disgorging a black sea onto the landing area. Upon each wave of that black sea rested a red mask, and in moments a cordon of dozens of Unmarked encircled the disembarking Tzaltec royalty. First came the Teotlkan Senusret, resplendent in black and crimson, his robes more militant than ever, his sash hanging with trophies of his recent victories in the Clanships. On his horned brow rested the crown of the Teotlkan, while his black hair was oiled into a long braid that fell down the blood red scales of his shoulders. At his arm, his daughter Khensa, heir presumptive to the empire. Though approaching forty, she still appeared not a day over twenty, the purple-black scales of her body accentuated by a golden gown in uncharacteristically severe style. A twining diadem depicting four dragons rested upon her brow, her long midnight hair woven through it in an elaborate tapestry. Behind them followed an unlikely pair. One was immediately recognizable as Wesley, the Doge of Guilder, despite the muted blacks and reds of his decidedly Tzaltec garb. On his wrists were clasped golden bracers that almost seemed manacles, an impression only enhanced by the very real golden collar and chain being held by the woman standing beside him. She was Senseneb, another of Senusret's daughters, herself wearing a daring gown of black and gold scales. Rounding out the procession was the Xiuhtlatec Nezetkhamun, his pitch black robe billowing behind him, gleaming with the red light that seeped from beneath his black scales.

As the royals made their way towards the Grand Gala, the Unmarked dispersed and organized into shadowing groups. Nezetkhamun needed no protection, of course, but a quartet of the fanatics attended him while each other member of the procession drew eight bodyguards. Those protecting the collared Doge seemed particularly attentive, though whether that was directed against revolutionaries or an escape attempt, none could say.


Xiuhtlatec Nezetkhamun, 133
Teotlkan Senusret, 113
Tlapepentli Khensa, 37
Senseneb, 33

[HalfTangible]

[The Priestess and the Acolyte]

Marvella's immediate reaction upon realizing that the Tzaltec had arrived was to make her way towards them. She had split off from Eirlys earlier (Eirlys had made an excuse about chatting up with some dignitary the High Priestess had never heard of) but she wasn't tossing aside Eero any time soon. As the airships set down and the zealots filed out, a frown grew on her face. It only deepened on seeing the state Wesley was being kept in. He looked healthy, but that didn't stop her concern.

"Eero, guardsmen, I will return shortly."

She calmly made her way forward towards the Doge. She pressed her way through the guards and unmarked, moving like water through cracks in a stone. It would later be said by those in the procession that the eerie silence of the Tzaltec arrival was matched only by Marvella's seeming ability to flow through the crowd of dragon cultists untouched.

She stopped when she reached the son of Vizini, and her frown remained fixed on her face. Her expression softened after a moment. "Wesley. You've been doing well, I hope?"

[Kitsanth]

The Art Museum

Merjan watched the curator, trying to remember if he had ever seen a Haljan that obviously enthusiastic about their work. Jowan however was looking elsewhere.

"We should leave."

Merjan raised a querying brow. Rather than explaining his reasoning, Jowan indicated the approaching Bordeusi.

"I see."

The pair scurried off, leaving just as the argument began, the nondescript guards following after.


The Path to the Gala Ceannin Llyeth

Ceárnu and Aithyn begin to move away in the direction of the Arts Museum. Ceannin Llyeth smiled broadly and gestured toward the path, "It's fine. 'Naduir' is not even one of our own words, but one which snow trolls decided to call us before declaring they would eat our eyes were we to set foot in 'their' lands. Their aggression forced us into the far South, but it didn't end there for they followed us. It seems they had a problem with 'little elveses with horns'. Horns indeed!" Ceannin Llyeth retrieved a bottle from a belt pouch which seemed at first glance too small to have held the item, "We dealt with the matter, but 'Naduir' remains an insult remembered by our people. The Nisakoviches don't happen to have any friends among trolls, do they?"
Llyeth uncorked the bottle and offered it to Kazimir. The sweet smell of a foreign wine floated toward Kazimir. "Six languages is no mean feat. It doesn't sound as though our languages bear many similarities, if names and accents are a fair way to judge such."

Llyeth paused for a moment before continuing awkwardly, "Sorry to ask this of you, as I am sure it may be disrespectful, but would you mind not bowing to me? It seems rather strange and I'd much rather not be reminded that foreigners may not speak with me as equals. I wear no crown and stand upon no dais."

With his inadvertent slight now explained, Kazimir decided not to mention it again and instead answered Llyeth's next question.

"No, too my knowledge there are no trolls in the north. Lizardfolk are common enough, though the frozen north has never been completely charted so who can say for sure?" Kazimir mused philosophically.

Unable to think of a polite way to refuse given the earlier misunderstandings, Kazimir accepted a sip of the wine. It was... flowery... and somehow sweeter than those sugary cordials the Ashenites would insist on drinking. "I trained as a diplomat, though I gave it up over 30 years ago. My aunt was not impressed by my decision."

Surprised by the request, he merely said "I understand and shall do my best to refrain."


"I assume that you have not yet tried any Niskovian Vodka?" Kazimir asked, fishing a little for neutral conversation topics.

[Rain Dragon]

The Docks

Dressed in swimwear and jackets with the colors of Free Knights and sword belt worn around waist, three representatives of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities arrive on a loaned ship from Hospitalers.
"Wow, it's really so big!" Passiflora of Rubia exclaimed as the Seaborne Confederation battle cruiser approached.
"You've said that ten-thousand times, already." Solana of Fernbrake chided, her arms crossed as usual to her rainy mood.
"But it is! Really the world is a big place, isn't it? I suppose we have to show our best! You're only upset because of the clothing."
"That's right." Solana scowled, tugging at the costume. "I would prefer to wear armor."
"But it's a beach party! The Seaborne Confederation islanders suggested this sort of apparel for an event." Passiflora protested, an evil grin appearing. "Besides, even rain is troublesome for armor. Do you want to swim in the ocean? It's supposed to be very salty."
Solana scowled. "That's not it! I can move fine in armor."
"You can move fine without armor, too." Euco of Verbena interrupted with a smile. The two bickering knights turned to her. Passiflora had a triumphant expression, but Solana still looked unhappy.
"It's not about moving."
"Oh-ho. I see! You can't swim?" Passiflora guessed. Solana glared.
"Of course I can swim! Who has ever heard of a Free Knight who can't swim?"
"...You're afraid of monsters in the water, right?" Passiflora covered her smile with a hand.
"No! Just you have to be on your guard! I wouldn't expect a hospitaler from Rubia to understand what we know in the Fernbrake." Passiflora put her hands on her hips and leaned forward.
"Wait a minute!"
"Knights, we're here. Passiflora, Solana." Euco announced. The two girls snapped to attention.
"As new top class graduates you have earned the opportunity to travel to this important event. Probably your destiny may become Grand-Master or even Steward of our country someday. So you must hold to your chivalric standards. Most importantly, watch out for Raaneka people. I heard a story from my mother about the Tellurian Games. Apparently there were some cultural differences. Don't do anything stupid."
"Yes, my Lady!" The two knights responded.
The three disembarked onto the island.


Euco of Verbena (30) - The former Steward of Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. Recently she has caused a lot of troublesome chaos by resigning position and marrying Wang Pak Heyeon. She came as a special ambassador because of position as former Steward and new Queen of Zuiguo.

(Wang Pak Heyeon probably came as well, but I don't know if he is control by QuintonBeck for this round's events.)

Passiflora of Rubia (15) - The top class graduate from Rubia. The Prestigious Heroic Academies of Free Knights sent two graduates as [junior ambassadors] to the event, to show importance of new century and youth's future. Passiflora is a Hospitaler Free Knight. Many think she is a possible new Steward for her political ability.

Solana of Fernbrake (15) - The top class graduate from Fernbrake. The Prestigious Heroic Academies of Free Knights sent two graduates as [junior ambassadors] to the event, to show importance of new century and youth's future. Solana is a Free Knight with experience fighting monsters of Fernbrake. Many think she is a possible new Grand-Master for her similarity of style to Commelina.

The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn

Shortly after deciding to go to the arts museum, Ceárnu and Aithyn are distracted by the arrival of the people of the Free Cities. Or at least, people who matched their description.
Ceárnu tapped Aithyn's shoulder, "Hey Aithyn, there are the Knights of the country who created the Treaty we heard of. If the Ceannin is to have a chance to sign it, now seems a good time to quickly arrange it."
"We came to a decision and I swear we sent a message ahead." Aithyn mused, "But it doesn't hurt to make sure. I don't know if it would seem like we were bothering them. The least we could do is say hello..."

The pair of Cervidh wandered over to the strangers. They wore only a long black skirt each held at the waist by wide cloth belts. Hanging from the front and back of their cloth belts was a piece of embroidered cloth, dark green with black embroidery for Aithyn and white with emerald embroidery for Ceárnu. Tattoos of leaves, birds and constellations adorned much of their naked torsos. Her youthful face with large eyes strongly resembled that of an elf's. Framing Aithyn's face was wild green waist-length hair. Her fringe was braided back beneath her antlers and above long, pointy ears. The strip of silky hair running from her wrist to elbow matched the dark brown fur visible on her deer-like feet. Ceárnu's straight light brown hair seemed plain beside his companion's leafy green though his antlers were more than twice the size of hers. Both Cervidh stood around the same height as the Knights, though Ceárnu was noticeably taller than Aithyn. Unlike Aithyn, Ceárnu's body hair matched the hair on his head.

"Hello! I see you. I am Aithyn." Aithyn smiled at the Knights.
Ceárnu softly added, "And I am Ceárnu. Hi."



With his inadvertent slight now explained, Kazimir decided not to mention it again and instead answered Llyeth's next question.

"No, to my knowledge there are no trolls in the north. Lizardfolk are common enough, though the frozen north has never been completely charted so who can say for sure?" Kazimir mused philosophically.

Unable to think of a polite way to refuse given the earlier misunderstandings, Kazimir accepted a sip of the wine. It was... flowery... and somehow sweeter than those sugary cordials the Ashenites would insist on drinking. "I trained as a diplomat, though I gave it up over 30 years ago. My aunt was not impressed by my decision."

Surprised by the request, he merely said "I understand and shall do my best to refrain."


"I assume that you have not yet tried any Niskovian Vodka?" Kazimir asked, fishing a little for neutral conversation topics.

The Path to the Gala Ceannin Llyeth

Ceannin Llyeth speculated, "It is difficult to know all. How much of the Northern Lands do your people claim to be their own?"

Taking a sip of the wine himself before replacing it in its pouch, Llyeth replied, "One's calling in life is not always what one would expect early in life."


"You may be correct in this assumption. Who knows?" Ceannin Llyeth laughs lightly, "I have not tried Niskovian Vodka that I know of. Perhaps you could tell me more of the lands in which it is made?"

[WaylanderX]

Hurosha and Alzeroth

Standing at the water's edge, the representatives of Hurosha and Alzeroth met. Firm hand-shakes and even hugs were exchanged, for the friendship that ran between their two peoples ran deep. Rove and Mariato exchanged firm handshakes, the two men having heard of eachother's exploits. Two skilled warriors with a deep love for their country. Magnus and Grïend silently spoke with eachother in the Stonespeak language of the Menhîrin, unhearable for those whose bodies were made of flesh. Ryena and Kiaras gave eachother an earnest hug, for the two women worked closely together in restoring Alzeroth to its current state. An air of friendliness and fondness hung over the two delegations.

When the pleasantries were out of the way, the groups mingled and split up. Grïend and Magnus went together, heading to the Art museum. Ryena, Sanell and Kialdo walked towards the newly arrived delegations, searching for those of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. Rove, Mariato and Orianis strolled to the main stage, searching for entertainment. Eljak and Kiaras strayed further into the festivities, searching for something that picked the interest of their intelectual minds.

Grand Minister Kialdo Visontas (73, unavailable for marriage)
Major General Mariato Polarsis (50, married)
Marshal at Field Orianis Wasantos (40, unmarried)
Minister Kiaras Pirines (25, taken)
Minister Grïend (4579, unmarried....heh, you can try)



"Percy and I traveled widely for the last decade. I loved life aboard ship. Life as the Skipper's wife, however is a bit trying." They walked a bit more and she added, "But the reefs and deeps are beautiful, and swimming is a true joy."

Meishan gave the young man a hug. "Nephew, welcome! It is so good to meet you." Her wings fluttered happily and she nearly lifted the pair off the ground before she caught herself. Turning to the Queen, she apologized. "Sorry, the Islander's physical affections have worn off on me"

"Hhhmm, yes. Now that Cuan and Corriach are a part of Hurosha, many Cloudiz choose to live their or take a break once in a while. The ocean attracts us greatly. The dephs, the vast blue. It's beauty is unparaleled according to some. The Academy has expanded a local lake to provide housing and swimming opportunities for those who wish for that aswell. It has turned out quite wonderfull, I have to admit."

During the hug, Sanell tried to say something, but it was drowned out by Meishan's bust.

Ryena laughed cheerfully, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. "No matter cousin. We are used to those kinds of affection."

She winked. "After all, I AM married to a Raaneki."


*Snip*


*Somewhat later on the day*

Having spotted the Free Cities delegation, Ryena and Kialdo respectfully approached them.

"May Prowess be forever gifted to you." Ryena began. "You are from the Free Cities, correct?"

"My name is Ryena Fireguard, Empress of the Hurosha Empire. Me and my companion have something to discuss, if you can find the time."


*Snip*

Eljak looked up to the approaching trio of air-ships. He wasn't impressed. Each ship was off a too low quality, the craftmenship severely lacking. Too crude, too much vanity. In comparison to the Marius' Pride, they did not even deserve to be called air-ships.

Having seen the expression on Eljak's face, Kiaris tapped him on the shoulder.

"Not easily impressed, are we, Ambassador?"

"Of course not, dear Minister. newt-jin craftmanship, if you can even call it that, is too crude to be impressed about. They rely on theatrics to impress their foes and the unknowning."

Kiaris looked at the Bucka with a curiousity.

"Why does Hurosha hate the Tzaltecs?"

Slightly taken aback by the question, Eljak thought for a second.

"How to best explain.... You are familiar with Ashmar's tennets, are you not?"

The Alzerite minister nodded.

"Then you know that Ashmar values individual Prowess above all else. And everybody should get a chance to let his Prowess flourish. However, the newt-jin break any promise of Prowess in those they call slaves. Any potential in those slaves, gone. Forever. They doom their slaves to an eternity of torment, even after death. That cannot be forgiven."

Eljak looked up to the sky.

"The entirety of my race was once in service of the dwarves. Not entirely slavery, our minds were not broken, but we did not get the chance to cultivate our potential. Until the war, in which more than 75% of my people were able to break free of their chains. Afterwards, when Hurosha and Keldagrim merged, the Shin- and Eienguards did everything to get rid of the semi-slavery system. Alas, it wasn't ment to be. Faedas reinstated the system when they took over the dwarven kingdom. For my people, the filth of Tzalteclan is even worse."

Eljak smiled a sad smile, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away."

Kiaris bow her head in apology. "It is I who should apologise, Ambassador. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"Heh, it is good to remember things once in a while, Minister Kiaris. Keeps your resolve strong. Lets continue to the museum."


Meanwhile, near the stage...

Rove Earthguard, Mariato Polarsis and Orianis Wasantos wandered around near the stage, taking in their surroundings and checking the general safety while enjoying the festivities taking place on stage.

"What do you think of the aerial forces we send you, general?" asked Rove, casually sipping from his mug of ale. "Trained some of those men myself. Quite a capable bunch, if I say so myself."

"Aye, I could see that." Mariato replied with a grin. "Quite a strange experience for a bunch of earthwalkers like us. The wind roaring, touching the clouds. I already had to reprimand some soldiers for getting addicted to flying."

"Hehe, I can imagine." Rove said. Taking a sip from his mug he watched the dancing people. All kinds of races dancing with one another. In this world, truth was stranger than fiction at times.

Mariato's face grew more serieus when he continued.
"We've also deployed your Mushi Heishi to keep tabs on the nation of Kemuliaan. They keep intruding on Alzerite territory, even despite our many warnings. Will Hurosha be able to help us when the time to reteliate is upon us?"

"Hhhmm, again huh? I've heard rumours about Kemuliaan and the one that calls himself the Red Pharaoh. Once human, now immortal. I don't buy it. They are trying to frighten the outside world into leaving them alone. Yet they insists on commiting acts of war. Know this, Mariato. If Kemuliaan does not regain its common sense soon enough, or they threaten you directly, Hurosha will stand at Alzeroth's side. They will feel the fists of Hurosha caving in their mumified skulls."

The conversation was cut short, the dancers leaving the dancing area, making way for the Cree. The three commanders listened with great curiousity.

[Kitsanth]

The Path to the Gala Ceannin Llyeth

Ceannin Llyeth speculated, "It is difficult to know all. How much of the Northern Lands do your people claim to be their own?"

Taking a sip of the wine himself before replacing it in its pouch, Llyeth replied, "One's calling in life is not always what one would expect early in life."


"You may be correct in this assumption. Who knows?" Ceannin Llyeth laughs lightly, "I have not tried Niskovian Vodka that I know of. Perhaps you could tell me more of the lands in which it is made?"

"The Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is just one of many nations and we claim dominion of a mere seven provinces. Fera is a sovereign protectorate of the Niskovian crown." Kazimir smiles bitterly, "anyone who claims otherwise would be taking advantage of your inexperience in international affairs. Still our lands are quite vast, easily the equal of any of the Northern Empires, though we have a much smaller population."

At last, a subject Kazimir felt comfortable discussing at length - vodka was a subject he knew well after all. "I would be glad to," he replied with restrained enthusiasm, "House Korosec, my mothers family, is well known for their quality distilleries. They have extensive holdings throughout northern Karintiya. It is a land of gently rolling hills and sparse woodland, home to the Karranan people. Their matriarchs don't entirely approve but as a strict meritocracy they cannot deny the wealth that the vodka trade brings them."


**Elsewheres**



Item #5: Discuss The Health of Ashenia's Treaties with the Tyranny of the Cree
Ashenia is one of the Cree's oldest allies. They were a good and generous liege in the dark days when the Hated Khaliphate forced the Cree to forget their hearts and kneel... kneel as we never shall again...

…

Ashenia is one of our oldest allies. And so it is that we are quite unnerved by the unseemly appearance of their recent actions as well. We are not the only ones confused by this mysterious behavour.

I have here a missive sent to us from a significant foreign official, who shall remain nameless.
It reads thus...

"Ashenia has intervened in a war against the head of a religion to which they've just converted, on the side of the head of a religion they've always vocally held in contempt (and a governmental system likewise), against many of their former friends, allegedly on the basis of a document they've previously renounced, and which in general seems to have no direct impact upon them."

Naturally, the Cree wish to take the word of our longtime allies at their face value. King Kellan, Third of his Name, has repeatedly declared his extreme reluctance to involve himself in the Sunset war. However, he was evidently also compelled against personal desires and better judgment to attempt to unseat Queen of Faedas Kyria Varinel. This is due, in his words, to the Pax Varinel having been “broken in spirit”.

The Cree have long held the view that all things contain ethereal spirits that define their natures in subtle, barely tangible, ways. However, we did not realize that the mystic connection the Ashenian government shares with its legal documents was so strong they could sense that some unwritten, seemingly unintended, portion of the document has been violated!

The Tyranny wishes very much to continue our good relations with Ashenia, but this is only possible if we can consistently interpret the desires and taboos of her King and People. As such, we wish to open a dialog with them as soon as possible to discern the nature of the unwritten parts of our agreements with them. The parts contained only in its 'Spirit'.

In the meantime, we've bundled our current treaties with Ashenia, as signed by Holy Oluska, First Good Tyrant, in a box constructed of sacred substances. We've then wrapped it in holy wards, and an ordained priest of The Old Ways prays to it with devotional incense three times a day. So hopefully its capricious Ashenian Document Spirit will not magically compel King Kellan, Third of his Name, to declare war on us for reasons we can not predict or understand.

...as a personal aside, when I was first given this to read, I assumed it was some kind of mean spirited jest... but Cheongnyong is glaring at me right now with the box in his hands. He conducted a convoluted prayer ritual infront of it on the boat this morning, then again just before we arrived, and I imagine he'll do it again this evening...

...so make of that what you will. Our Good Tyrant Khoonbish can be somewhat literal minded.

Jehan and Tansyn had been enjoying the local music and dancing. Thus the royals were in the perfect place to listen when the Cree began their address.

"The Ashenites are capable of those magicks?" Jehan muttered, somewhat awed by the revelation, "I'll have to get cousin Rolan to review our legal documents once we return home."

[lt_murgen]

The meeting was swiftly arranged. The Skipper General was allowed into her makeshift office with flourish kind manors.

Inside Khoonbish sat behind a thin portable desk. She set aside what she'd been reading (complaints and suggestions from parliament) before greeting as warmly as she was able, which was equal parts pathetic and a little alarming. It was like a massive battle scarred wolf or tiger doing its best to be inoffensive and inviting.

"If you are uncomfortable, Great Tyrant, we can move to a smaller lecture hall for this discussion." Percy stated inoffensively. "Not to say that anything could cause you discomfort. I mean.." He sighed. "Apologies. It has been a long day."

"I wanted to respond privately to your concerns. You are a close neighbor and we've always been on good terms. So first, “Doctor” Stuyvesant. I will not call for the Congress to set aside monies to pursue him. My opinion- your people are extraordinarily capable and need no help. But I will pay for your investigator's passage on any Confederation mercantile ship- inlcuding a generous bribe for the crew to keep silent. That is the best I can do.

"Second. If there is anything your people need to recover, let me know. Tar is more than willing to provide staging bases for provisions. Long term, perhaps we can even help you anchor your lands permanently. "

"Third. I formally apologize for my father. In his failing years he was so focused on uniting our lands he let Dreadlove terrorize the seas. The Children of Kina have a petition to build a religious fleet to hunt him down. They believe thier views oppose his, and will be his downfall. I am going to approve it."

"Fourth, the Grand Canal. Trade is our lifeblood. It sickens me to see a major artery become a pawn in the game of Empires. I am pushing the Salterri Imperium hard to get Grizzland and Grmanhill as independent nations, protected by treaty from all sides. I don't know how much luck I will have. " He finished slightly out of breath, and sounding downcast."



**SNIP**
Every effort has been made to accommodate specific seating request in the main gallery. Seating in the arena during announcements and events is an attempt to keep warring parties on opposite sides of the main stage.[/quote]


**Snip**
ooc: were they invited? If so, then the Pono al a Ono would merely have shadowed their swim past the the Gates and to the Island. A couple of dozen seventy-foot whale-men are patrolling the waters.




**SNIP**
"Teotlkan Senusret. Welcome." Meishan fluttered just off the ground, her legs tired from standing.
Eli Grant seemed a bit concerned. "Oh, we did not realize you were bringing a...." he gazed at the manacles on Wesley. "guest. Does your guest require a private room?" He asked diplomatically.




Hurosha and Alzeroth
She winked. "After all, I AM married to a Raaneki."

Meishan laughed, releasing the poor boy. "Of course. I had forgotten. Philip is far better with bloodlines and genealogies than me." She looked at Sanell. "You and your parents simply MUST come for a visit to our summer home in Pearl."

[Gengy]

The Art Museum

Pathos Dunlop looked on as the historical... differences of opinion began in earnest. He was visibly pleased that a guard was nearby, to deal with the issue before it got out of hand. Another guard approached him, leaning down to whisper into the curator's ear, as Pathos absently removed the plaque in front of the anchor.

"What? It's here?! AT LAST." The guard continued to whisper. "Oh. I see. I shall handle it."

The guard stepped away, and Curator Dunlop stepped over to a panel on the corner of an otherwise empty wall. Pushing on a square design - curiously not labeled - part of the wall opened, and the Curator reached into the compartment for a thundersheet microphone.

"Excuse me, honored guests," The Curator's voice echoed through the halls of the museum. "We appreciate that you are so interested in our museum, and would like to encourage you to return, but for now, everyone is asked to make their way to the Grand Gala tables or seats at the Shore Stage. I am told that currently on stage is the New Crima delegation, speaking about their concerns of recent years; following them, though, will be an announcement from the Seaborne Confederation, then tonight's mysterious main entertainment. In deference to the Skipper-General and the near-decade of party planning for the entertainment, the museum will be temporarily closing it's doors. We will open again after dinner has been served."


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The Docks and The Path from the Docks (also the Market)


Dünfel
While most of the locals and a few guests began to stare and gape as the Dünfel arrived, one red-headed woman in a blue dress quietly pulled out a Thundersheet Microphone, and spoke into it. "Honored Security, your arrival has been much anticipated. I am Delliah, from the party coordinators. But oh. We were... only told that two of you would be here. Of course, more are welcome, but I am afraid that we only have two chairs for your delegation."

Those close enough would see Delliah wave her arms towards the Path from the Docks, where the two giant chairs at the fork in the road - and the stone archway between them - now made more sense. These were for the Dünfel. Once seated, it would be easy for the gigantic Dünfel to turn their heads and view the Docks, the Path from the Docks, the Gala itself, and the Shore Stage.

"Our apologies for the inconvenience, but would you choose the two who will be seated at this time? We will need a moment to make a spot for the third." Even now, servants were scurrying to make room, closer to the path from the Gala to the Museum. A small army of party planners and strong men were clearing away a small hilltop cliff high above the west shore that had before been the place of a dance floor. The hilltop overlooked the Gala, and while not as ideal as the location of the chairs on the path, would offer enough space for a Dünfel to sit or stand, once it was all cleared away.

"For all of our guests," Delliah continued, her voice projecting along the Docks and repeated by guides for those who needed it, "At this time, we'd like to invite you to the Grand Gala tables and the Shore Stage for tonight's exciting Main Entertainment. Even I don't know what it is, so please look forward to it!"


Tzaltec
The Tzaltec Delegation is met with a personal guide who bows very low, and makes it his job of politely run off any of the locals who get too close while not being respectful. The guide, his head still bowed down to expose his neck, says, "This unworthy one is called Gareth. Your arrival is, as expected, right on time. As you may have heard, an announcement was just made that all should begin moving towards the Grand Gala and the Shore Stage, in part so that the Skipper-General might make an official greeting. If you would deign to follow me?"


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The Shore Stage and The Grand Gala

The amphitheater and the tables arranged around it see a large man in grand suit of deep sea blue, bedecked with large seashells on both shoulders, like some kind of general with his epaulettes. Walking up onto the stage as the band that was there before cleared away, the large man stepped up onto the podium and leaned down to the microphone that was connected to several speakers throughout the area, to allow all the guests to hear easily.

Servants were setting up a portable throne to one side of the podium for New Crima to make it's concerns known after the large man spoke. He began, "Greetings, guests from around the world! I am Bartemeas Conch, head of the party coordination for this event. I hope you are all enjoying yourselves? You will see on your schedule that up next would have been the Great Giacamo; alas, even comedians can apparently get sick of their own jokes."

"In place of the scheduled performance, New Crima has imparted that they have something very serious to say. I am honored to be here to listen, and I encourage all of you to stay near. When they have finished, either myself or our own Skipper-General will return to the stage to offer an official greeting before tonight's main entertainment begins. Thank you once again for showing up, and let any staff member know if there is any way we can make your visit to the Sea of Glass more enjoyable." Conch smiled wide, and then waved one arm towards Bloodknight Jujak and the Good Tyrant, now seated on the throne nearby. "With that, I invite the New Crima Foreign Affairs Minister, Bloodknight Jujak, to start when the Good Tyrant deems it a good time to begin."

New Crima's Concerns (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=18730467&postcount=29)


Current Time: 5:00 pm
Dusk: 6:13pm
New Century: Midnight

All Guests Are Being Encouraged to Move Towards the Grand Gala and the Shore Stage


@lt_murgen: You are welcome to post an official greeting; I realize that we didn't talk about it before hand, but it kinda developed in my head over the past few days. If you don't get to it before I post next, time-bubble it -- or PM me, and we'll ignore it.

@Everyone: Time-bubbles begin. If you want to continue conversations, you may do so... but if you want out of conversations, or wish to save them for 'later', it is easily conceivable that the event staff may come up to politely ask you to make your way to the Gala. Do not let me stop you from having important conversations (or just having fun!).

[Morph Bark]

The Heartlands' arrival was not bombastic or ornate, but unlike the many more subtle arrivals, it was ostentatious in comparison. Nineteen ships, the largest reaching a length of fifty tai*, had sailed in on the east wind. The silver wyrm on a purple field denoted a member of the House of Li was on board, a second flag flying red and white colours with a red eagle denoting more precisely that it was Li Aarne Krii Valkoinen, fourth son of the Qzare, and one in line for the Silver Throne. A third flag, black with a winged silver wyrm, was flown at the bottom.

A smaller ship sailing by the flagship's side came into port and after a contingent of guardsmen had set themselves up under leadership of Captain Wang Sheng, Aarne set foot ashore, followed by his wife and daughter. They were dressed in reds and whites, stitched with the silver wyrm and the red eagle, Aarne in a tunic, the others in modest dresses. His clothes in many ways matched his pale skin. Aarne had a short fur-lined purple cape draped over his shoulders held together with a ruby brooch. After them came the second Imperial Prince of the delegation, Li Dragoweitezca. His garb was thick against the wind, matched from various kinds of furs. His hard-lined face showed scarring along the jawline near the corner of his lip. His neck and hands showed patchy scales in dull colours, fingers and brow black as if charred. He wore his hair bound in thick locks, like many warriors did.

The half-dragon called out for someone else still on the ship, and a young woman hurried off the plank as if dressed for a game of no-armour moopsball in Raaneka. Her garb was loose and sporty, bound around her ankles but tight across her chest. Her right arm bore tattoos of red dragons and a black goat skull. Dragoweitezca turned up his nose at her, but stayed any disparaging comments as another woman followed after her, dressed in furs. Her dark hair was put into thick braids with strings of beads dangling from each. The three walked alongside one another after the others.

They made their way to the assembled peoples. "As ever, we arrive right on time," Aarne mused with approval.


Heartlands
Imperial Prince Li Aarne Krii Valkoinen, male, 40
Li Regina, female, 27
Li Kyllikki, female, 8
Li Shuxian, female, 17 (available)
2 guards

Niemida
Vice-Gouvernor Pita Túmaris, female, 26
Captain Wang Sheng, male, 52
4 guards

Nanguang
Imperial Prince Li Dragoweitezca, male, 25 (available)
Machi Aylen, female, 24 (available)
4 guards
*one tai = 6 feet.

[lt_murgen]

AVAILABLE
Bloomenwald Isles: 3 Grape-Lotus, 1 thundersheet plant; 1 trading post (one promised to New Crima)
Galomyr: 2 aloe vera, 2 bananas, 5 sages, 1 trading post
Novrania: 2 trading posts, 1 medicinal herbs, 1 fish, 1 wood
Sea of Glass: 1 Stack nitrates, 3 stacks adamantine, 2 trading posts
Tar: 1 stack wood, 1trading post.
Jeweled Cities: 1 stack gemstoens, 2 stacks kelp-olive oil, 2 stacks ships, 1 stack tropical fruit; no trading posts.

Desired
Lighter than air gas for Zepplins, so I can build permanent transports to my neighbors floating in New Crima

[Gengy]

Current Time: 6:00pm
Dusk: 6:13pm
New Century: Midnight

What happened next, after everyone arrived, is still talked about frequently. The bards, storytellers, and even the world newspapers would all later embellish the facts. The tale that everyone across the world would hear was:


After a polite hello from the Seaborne Confederation, there was a reiteration that tonight's entertainment would be unique and special. As soon as the Seaborne Confederation had left the podium and the stage, the entertainment showed up. The promise was that it would be something that few had ever seen before, and the promise delivered.

From the ocean, directly behind the wave-crest podium, many great spurts of water suddenly spewed upwards, all in unison. Dolphin head after dolphin head popped up playfully, all in neat, organized rows, and began to chirp and chatter happily. If one listened carefully, you could hear the sounds begin to make a sort of music.

The rows of what one could have only assumed were Dolphins began to move in unison, creating grand patterns, with no help or instruction from any sort of tamer than anyone on land could see. The assembled crowd - those whom were starting to be suspicious - were looking around, trying to find some sort of new technology that was allowing the Seaborne Confederation to do this. Others were trying to see if a Pono or two were in the waters, giving instructions. The light of the afternoon sun had darkened the surface of the ocean, and it was impossible to see inside the sea.

The Dolphins continued to dance and move, creating a large square with their heads, their chirping and chattering clearly a type of music now. And then, in the center of that square, some very large squid popped up, each the size of sheep. The squid wiggled and waggled their arms, following the movements of a new Dolphin that also appeared in the center with them. The Dolphin head led them back and forth, almost hypnotically, until finally, a break in the music. With a loud squeak, the Dolphin in the center began to move in a slowly increasing circle, and squid after squid pulled out of the ball they had created, all following in a line.

Soon, the square of Dolphin heads was just the visual diamond to outline the spiral of squid that continued to dance and move. Each Dolphin began to dip under water, only to come back up a second later with another blast of water from their backs. It began with just one, and quickly went around the square. When it reached the lead Dolphin again, down into the water it went - at the exact same time the Dolphin fully opposite did the same - and they both came up and spurted water. The squid, at that point, were all in a circle, moving just on the inside of the box, in the opposite direction that the water spouts were traveling.

And then, as the music started up once more, the water in the center of the diamond of Dolphins and the circle of Squid began to glow, as though a ray of sunlight were shining from below. Six large whales burst from the ocean depths in gigantic displays of water spouts and jumps, one disappearing and not reappearing again after its own jump. The remaining five sat, subdued, on the surface of the seas. Their heads soon dipped below the water, and their tails were raised high above the ocean's edge. The diamond of Dolphins became a square again, the circle of squid stopped moving, and the whale tails spread out further from the center, creating their own pentagon inside the circle.

The strange glow of not-sunlight appeared again, and the whale that had shown up before but disappeared was back once more, jumping high into the air, higher than any other jump seen before. While this was impressive, and a fitting sight to see for the Seaborne Confederation's unusual entertainment, it was not what caught the crowd's attention. What really had people pointing were the three silhouettes of figures riding atop the whale that was, only just now, reaching the high point of its jump. It was so high into the air, it was like it touched the slowly setting sun itself. The three figures on its back were bathed in sunlight.

They too jumped, all three in unison, but where the whale fell back into the sea, the three silhouettes landed upon the platform that only moments before, the Seaborne Confederation was thanking everyone for attending; though after watching such magnificence, it felt like it had been ages. The sunlight washed away from them, and the music from the sea died down as the murmuring of the crowd began.

The figures were not human. They were not certainly not Pono. They were something else. Thinner, sleeker, and with shinier grey skin, the female on the right smiled and revealed the round, dolphin like teeth that matched her short, bottle nosed, dolphin-like head. She held several tablets, like the ones that had been the invitations to the Gala. The bulky male on the left had similar features, but his were bigger, and he had darker, rougher looking skin. In his bulging arms was a massive closed treasure chest. Their feet were odd; the larger toes were on the outside, not the inside.

It was the one in the center, though, that was getting the most attention. Taller than either of the other two, with pale white skin and pink eyes, his gaze stared out into the crowd and it alone quieted the beginnings of murmurs from the crowd. Those who paid heed to such things recognized it for what it was: Power. Authority.

And before anyone could speak, or begin to ask questions, everyone noticed the tails of the whales slam down into the sea, sending up a splash of ocean into the air. The squid dipped into the sea, and the Dolphins moved back into neatly organized rows... and began to move to the shore.

One after the other, what everyone had thought were Dolphins soon turned out to be more and more of the strange guests that had jumped to the stage. In total, there were 31 of them, including the three on the stage.

They chirped and chattered, and the music, which had been thought to have been over, suddenly was full of speed and energy as it reached it's - for sure this time - final crescendo, as all the unusual beings reached the shore, and knelt down, their heads turned towards the stage.

As suddenly as it began, the whole entertainment stopped. The white skinned figure atop the stage raised his head high, and proclaimed:

"We are the Makgrull!"

For the Makgrull, this embellishment is probably for the best. While there was dancing, and entertainment appropriate to the theme of Under the Sea, what the crowd actually saw did not involve six whales. Only one. It was perhaps no less impressive, because when pressed, the Makgrull would later admit that getting a whale to do what they wanted - rather than try and eat them - was very difficult.

The setting sunlight bathing the white skinned figure - Sanctus Makgrull B'tman himself - was also an embellishment. He did jump from the whale's back, but his two associates came up from the water's edge to catch him. Only then did they pick up the things they had brought with them, and quickly hop up onto the stage. The Sanctus stepped up onto the wave-crested podium, and then waited for the whale to be subdued again. After the rest of the Makgrull walked up to the shore, and did in fact kneel with their heads turned towards him, the Sanctus spoke.

"Oy, you landlubbers. We're the Makgrull, we are! I'm sure you have questions. Well, belay your bellyaching for a bit, and I'll explain. First, something I gotta do." Though his speech sounded like that of a sailor, his mannerisms and movements were refined and dignified, as though he had been practicing for a while to get this just right.

"Would our mates from th' Seaborne Confederation step up?" Awaiting them to come to the stage, the white-skinned Makgrull leader bows politely when they arrive; an odd dichotomy to his unusual, almost pirate-like speech. "Ye been good to us, keeping the Makgrull secret for all these years. If it hadn't been for the Pono, we probably still be down in the depths of Javey Dones, thinking we was all alone in the Mother Sea.

As leader of the Makgrull, I, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman, do be having a gift for ye." With a wave of his hand, the darker skinned Makgrull on the left came forth, and opened the chest he was holding for all to see. The sunlight - with no embellishment needed from any tellers of tales - hit the contents of the chest with a shine that glimmered and glinted. The diamonds inside were of a strange mix of sea-blue and orange, and though they were uncut gems, they still held a certain amount of perfection that enraptured many of the nearby guests.

"This be but a small token of our desire to cement our friendship with those of different waters. A thank you, for allowing us to hold such a grand party on your shores, and working with us as mates to get it all planned out and proper like.

The Makgrull be happy to provide any of our friends that which we be able to, so long as there nary be a scurvy dog what tries to..." Here, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman paused, and clicked something in his own tongue to the female Makgrull beside him. Their conversation was brief, no more than a few seconds of chattering chirps. Then the Sanctus was speaking again, "Forgive me. If'n ye cannot tell, we learned our words from sailors, so there be some foul-ups here and again. As I t'were saying, we're happy to trade with any new friends. We're not looking to cross no one, just trying to learn more about that which is not from our own depths."

"We are the Makgrull, we are. And we're here." Sanctus Makgrull B'tman bowed his head in a small dip of respect, but for those paying attention, he did not actually take his eyes off the crowd. It was just the right height for someone acknowledging assembled persons of such stature, like that which was here, without actually acknowledging anyone as a better. It was a bold statement, said in a single gesture, for those who understood. We do not answer to anyone, but see all as equal.

"Don't let no one tell you different, aye?" With that, the Sanctus Makgrull politely accepted the stone tablets that the female had been holding, and carried them with him.

As he got off the podium, a resounding affirmation from the other Makgrull answered his question, "AYE-AYE, Sanctus!"

They then began to clap. Makgrull were not used to clapping. They found the lack of water resistance fun, and the sounds that they made even more fun. It helped that soon, other members of various dignitary parties were politely clapping as well.

It was clear now, from the way the Sanctus took up a position on the ornate ocean-themed throne - the podium's unusual design now became clear, as it allowed him to use it as a carefully crafted seat - that this was his party.

And it was just getting started.


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The Interests of each Makgrull become pretty clear after speaking with them, though some are more talkative than others.




Name

Position

Party Area

Interest

Quirk
Gender

Eligibility


B'tman
Sanctus Makgrull
Shore Stage
Bringing Makgrull to the World
White skin, pink eyes
Male
Betrothed to C'gnin


Y'grin
Praestes
Shore Stage
???
Dark skin, stocky frame
Male
Available


C'gnin
Chief Explorer
Shore Stage
???
Thin, sleek, shiny grey skin
Female
Betrothed to B'tman


P'tgap
Praemonstrator
Shore Stage
???
Old looking eyes, large teeth
Female
Married


T'lley
Praemonstrator
The Path
???
Missing fin on her left arm
Female
Available


R'bbin
Adjutus Explorer
The Path
???
Pale grey skin, dark spots around eyes
Male
Available


K'vfin
Praestes
The Path
Praemonstrator T'lly
Scar along his chest
Male
Available


H'gtor
Praemonstrator
The Path
The Dünfel
Coral Shaped Tattoos
Male
Available


A'dlin
Adjutus Orator
Grand Gala
???
Dark shiny skin
Female
Married


D'gjin
Orator
Grand Gala
???
Large belly
Female
Married


U'thur
Chief Praestes
Grand Gala
???
Large muscles, sharp dorsal fin
Male
Married


G'gjin
Adjutus Orator
Art Museum
???
Young looking, still growing
Male
Available


T'chep
Chief Orator
Art Museum
???
Short nose, smart eyes
Male
Married


D'pfol
Adjutus Praestes
Art Museum
???
Black skin, white spots around eyes
Male
Available


G'rdon
Adjutus Praestes
Art Museum
???
Exceptionally powerful looking legs
Male
Betrothed


B'bwin
Explorer
The Docks
???
Friendly smile
Female
Married


D'bwin
Praestes
The Docks
???
Spotted grey skin
Male
Married


H'tman
Orator
The Docks
Different Races of Telluris
Tattoed Spear of Praeclarus
Male
Available


D'tgap
Orator
Wandering
???
Sharp clawed fingers
Male
Married


N'bbin
Orator
Wandering
???
Sharper teeth than other Makgrull
Male
Available


F'lley
Orator
Wandering
???
Seaweed circle around neck
Female
Married


R'tgap
Orator
Wandering
???
Constantly squinting
Female
Betrothed


P'ngan
Orator
Wandering
???
Loud, chittering laugh
Male
Married


U'pfol
Orator
Wandering
???
Seaweed circle around arm
Female
Available


A'vfin
Orator
Wandering
???
Not very talkative for an Orator
Female
Available


G'gnin
Orator
Wandering
???
Large, stocky frame, but looks old
Male
Married


S'gtor
Orator
Wandering
???
Old looking eyes, walking with a cane
Male
Available


N'tman
Orator
Wandering
???
White skinned arms and legs
Female
Married


K'vhar
Orator
Wandering
???
Walks around with eyes closed
Male
Available


G'ndar
Orator
Wandering
???
Tall and skinny
Male
Married


R'ndar
Orator
Wandering
???
Short and thick bodied
Female
Available



Trade-able Items:
Whales (x2)
Squid Ink (x2)
Diamonds (x4)

[Lord_Burch]

Malynel had found himself some loose fitting white trousers and had stored away the tights and cotton shirt in a small fringed bag slung over one shoulder. A black tattoo of a vine in flower ran from shoulder to wrist of his right arm and stood out against his pale blue-tinged skin. The end of the tattoo was hidden under a plain white leather vembrace. The wide cloth belt he wore was in the traditional An Náduri style, embroidered blue branches against a white background. His pastel blue hair was worn loose and hung past his shoulders. His ice grey eyes watched those around him carefully, but his longbow lay unstrung at his side and knife remained peace bonded in his belt. At his side was a strange looking person drinking from a wooden cup. Her large eyes watched the strangers approach from her youthful face. Long pointed ears and a pair of light brown antlers poked out from her wild red hair. The strip of hair running from wrist to elbow was the same orange-brown shade as the fur which covered small deer hooves which poked out from beneath a long dark green skirt. A piece of brown cloth embroidered leafy textures sat in her lap and seemed attached to the front of her wide black cloth belt. Brown vine-like tattoos covered her bare upper body. Tapping small brown claws against the wooden cup she watches the strange pair approach Malynel curiously.

Malynel awkwardly bows slightly while seated. His voice is soft and lightly accented though he spoke fluently, "I see you." Malynel greets the pair in the An Náduri fashion, "You may, but only if I may ask of yours."




Straightening from his bow, Selethen smiles at them both, ruby eyes lingering on Malynel's companion for a moment. Remembering himself, he looks back to Malynel as he spoke. Of course! I am Selethen Toros, of Valterre. And my large, silent friend is Dominik, of the Errelosian clan Monlení. A particularly brutish breed, if you ask me. Dominik raises an eyebrow at the description of him and his clan, though he does nothing to dispute it. But enough about us. What are your names?


-Cree Announcement-

Lord Alexander steps forward to address the public, though his words are directed specifically towards the Cree.

Firstly: I promise that I will dedicate efforts to the apprehension of this criminal of yours, as well as any associates of his that may be hidden within my nation. As to the third, I will not be able to dedicate my navy to the continued effort of hunting of the remains of Dreadlove's fleet, unfortunately. With the death of their leader, I consider the hunt over. Furthermore, my men are weary and wish to return to their homes. Unless these remains threaten our shores, or gather together to form nan other cohesive threat, I will not be acting.

To the fifth: as the oldest ally to Ashenia, I am personally disturbed and insulted by your words. Not the words themselves- they are valid concerns, and by all means, you have a right to them. What concerns me is your need to bring it up in public, your mocking tone, and the slander against the good name of Ashenia. Perhaps this could be excused in a court setting, but this is a festival. I doubt many of us assembled wish to hear this.

[TheDarkDM]

The Cree Announcement

As Lord Alexander protested the grievances of the Cree, one of the figures from the Tzaltec knot standing near the back of the amphitheater stepped forwards. It was Khensa, and her golden eyes glittered in malicious glee as her voice rose.

"I fear you are incorrect, Lord of Bordeux. Perhaps in your long association you have grown accustomed to Ashenian whimsy, but we of Tzalteclan would be most interested in an accounting from a king who professes neutrality in one breath then with another orders thousands of his soldiers into war. You say the Cree slander Ashenia's good name? I say you overestimate Ashenia's worth."

[DoomHat]

'Tlapepentli Khensa of the Tzaltec, the Good Tyrant thanks you for defending her statements, however we wish to keep the following discussion civil, and indeed, we truly meant no slander to Ashenia or her King!

We worked very hard to insure our statements here in regard to Ashenia contained no accusations or direct insult to their character. We truly wish to maintain good relations with King Kellan III, and we must assume the best of his motives, but in truth we honestly can not understand what we've seen. If Ashenia is offended, we shall discuss paying reparations for the insult with them along with our other concerns.

We are sorry if the Bordeux delegation was offended by our cry of alarm. For that is what the whole of our statements here are. The Cree worry that we smell smoke, and do not see the wisdom in whispering of a spreading fire.

As to the hunt for Rogues, we regret that our Inquisition is concluding an extensive internal restructuring, in the light of massively increased Tyrannic funds allocated to them. So we cannot yet begin any new investigations. Meanwhile, our navy will aid our Cursed Fleet in the continued eradication the remaining Dreadfleet, as they still represent a significant threat to civilian lives throughout international seas.

We understand if your government can not commit additional forces at this time, however, these remaining renegades are still equipped with cannons. Would Bordeux consider trading what they know of the weapons they recovered to those of us able to continue the fight?"

[Lord_Burch]

The Cree Announcement

As Lord Alexander protested the grievances of the Cree, one of the figures from the Tzaltec knot standing near the back of the amphitheater stepped forwards. It was Khensa, and her golden eyes glittered in malicious glee as her voice rose.

"I fear you are incorrect, Lord of Bordeux. Perhaps in your long association you have grown accustomed to Ashenian whimsy, but we of Tzalteclan would be most interested in an accounting from a king who professes neutrality in one breath then with another orders thousands of his soldiers into war. You say the Cree slander Ashenia's good name? I say you overestimate Ashenia's worth."

Perhaps, then, you would like to hear from Ashenia? Ashenia's actions have no bearing on our celebration here. Nor, one would hope, we would allow the political rivalries resulting from the present war to taint our revelries. Bringing forth Ashenia doings, wrong or no, has no place here- and certainly not one where no Ashenian is present to defend themselves. If you have grievances with Ashenia, bring them to Ashenia- there is no value nor courage in slandering someone who is not present to defend themselves.


EDIT (In response to Doom): A trade could be arranged, yes; that is best discussed in private after our main event. Perhaps I can arrange a demonstration upon one of my ships later?


-Makgrull-
Lord Alexander and Marelle stand near the back of the crowd in front of the stage, upon a bit of a rise granting sight of the proceedings. The two Faceless stood a respectful distance away, though still close enough to rush to their Lord's aid. While not present, the two Cerises are, presumably, making fools of themselves somewhere.

Sea-men, Mar. In the Bay of Solus, no less. How did we not know about this? How did Sandril not catch it, more like.

Well, the Alydaxan navy isn't too big. Then of course, there's the deployments against Dreadlove. Any naval patrols would have been stretched thin or removed entirely during that time. It's an easy mistake to make.

I suppose. Still, Sandril and I need to take once we arrive home. What do you make of this? You're older and far wiser than me. What would my ancestors have done?

****ing his head at the question, Marelle answers slowly. Cedrik would've had nothing to do with them. Alice would have asked them over for tea and biscuits. Miranda would have burnt their homes, if only she could've figured out how to do so. None of these are good options. You must find your own path, if you wish to thrive.

Shaking his head, Alexander replies, Not much of an answer, is it? Sounds like I at least need to go say hello, right? Leaving no time for his friend to respond, Alexander grabs his wine glass and heads towards one of the Makgrull- a female, he thought, with grey skin (C'gnin). Thrusting his hand out, a warm smile upon his lips, Greetings. I am Alexander Borduex, of the Silver Moon. May I ask your name?

[DurkBlanston]

Oh, please, huffs Jules, rolling his eyes. Qzare this, Qzare that. Why can't any of you Imperials think for yourselves sometimes?

Besides- like you would actually try to kill us. We're the children of one of the most important men in Bordeux- you wouldn't dare try anything. Isabelle snipes, not noticing the murderous intent in their eyes nor the hand upon the sword at Eduard's hip.

"You stupid little cu-" Eduard began, his sword lifting from it's scabbard.



"Excuse me, honored guests," The Curator's voice echoed through the halls of the museum. "We appreciate that you are so interested in our museum, and would like to encourage you to return, but for now, everyone is asked to make their way to the Grand Gala tables or seats at the Shore Stage. I am told that currently on stage is the New Crima delegation, speaking about their concerns of recent years; following them, though, will be an announcement from the Seaborne Confederation, then tonight's mysterious main entertainment. In deference to the Skipper-General and the near-decade of party planning for the entertainment, the museum will be temporarily closing it's doors. We will open again after dinner has been served."


"Uncle! Cousin! We must honor our fellow Imperials in the Confederation and their announcement! Now, quickly before we miss it," Jonas pressed a bean of Cana into each of their palms and put a firm hand on his two companions' shoulders and tried to move them towards the exit as quickly as he could.

"If I see you again your dead, Silver Bloods!" Francis shouted as he was led out of the Museum, "Dead!"


-Makgrull-

Ambria, Sonia, and Hanna all stood in awe as the Makgrull made their debut. Quite a flashy entrance and a pleasant surprise for the event to boot, much finer a thing than the surprises previous events had held. Ambria and Sonia approached the Seaborne delegates who stood near the Makgrull present while Hanna wandered in to directly view and examine the strange creatures and speak with those that spoke the common tongue.

[Kasanip]

An Nádur


The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn

Shortly after deciding to go to the arts museum, Ceárnu and Aithyn are distracted by the arrival of the people of the Free Cities. Or at least, people who matched their description.
Ceárnu tapped Aithyn's shoulder, "Hey Aithyn, there are the Knights of the country who created the Treaty we heard of. If the Ceannin is to have a chance to sign it, now seems a good time to quickly arrange it."
"We came to a decision and I swear we sent a message ahead." Aithyn mused, "But it doesn't hurt to make sure. I don't know if it would seem like we were bothering them. The least we could do is say hello..."

The pair of Cervidh wandered over to the strangers. They wore only a long black skirt each held at the waist by wide cloth belts. Hanging from the front and back of their cloth belts was a piece of embroidered cloth, dark green with black embroidery for Aithyn and white with emerald embroidery for Ceárnu. Tattoos of leaves, birds and constellations adorned much of their naked torsos. Her youthful face with large eyes strongly resembled that of an elf's. Framing Aithyn's face was wild green waist-length hair. Her fringe was braided back beneath her antlers and above long, pointy ears. The strip of silky hair running from her wrist to elbow matched the dark brown fur visible on her deer-like feet. Ceárnu's straight light brown hair seemed plain beside his companion's leafy green though his antlers were more than twice the size of hers. Both Cervidh stood around the same height as the Knights, though Ceárnu was noticeably taller than Aithyn. Unlike Aithyn, Ceárnu's body hair matched the hair on his head.

"Hello! I see you. I am Aithyn." Aithyn smiled at the Knights.
Ceárnu softly added, "And I am Ceárnu. Hi."
Immediately recognizable as Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities, Passiflora of Rubia's royal blue hair matched the confident smile on her face. She was wearing a fibrous flame coat in a style that was popular among Free Knights of the Free Valley Cities. The heavy purple matched her eyes, and announced the white and red Hospitaler armband she wore over her coat sleeve. Under the coat was a swimsuit. Her belt was adjusted tightly to fit, and she wore strong leather boots. Despite the short height of all Free Knights, she had lithe and noble figure, her dainty steps showed strong agility and balance.

She wore a smile easily, while her green-hair companion Solana of Fernbrake seemed to be a serious type. Solana wore a heavy purple cloak to match such a delegation's regulation. However, she had seen the many clothing types of the delegation, and quickly had put a shirt on over her bathing suit. Despite appearing cautious, she walked with deliberate pace.
Somehow Euco had disappeared with Wang Pak Heyeon, leaving the two free knights alone.

It was impossible to miss Cervidh delegation approaching. Passiflora looked very surprised, but covered her mouth properly.
"Oh, hello!" She responded. Solana looked stunned by the appearance of Cervidh, but recovered while Passiflora spoke.
"It's nice to meet you. Aithyn? Ceárnu? I am Passiflora of Rubia."
"I am Solana of Fernbrake. Nice to meet you." Solana said, seeming to have recovered, but averting eyes.
"It is our first time to come to such an event. It is very impressive." Passiflora said diplomatically. "You are Cervidh? I only know a little about your people. Did you travel far? It is nice to find someone of proper height here."

Hurosha and Alzeroth


Hurosha and Alzeroth

*Somewhat later on the day*

Having spotted the Free Cities delegation, Ryena and Kialdo respectfully approached them.

"May Prowess be forever gifted to you." Ryena began. "You are from the Free Cities, correct?"

"My name is Ryena Fireguard, Empress of the Hurosha Empire. Me and my companion have something to discuss, if you can find the time."
Immediately recognizable as Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities, Passiflora of Rubia's royal blue hair matched the confident smile on her face. She was wearing a fibrous flame coat in a style that was popular among Free Knights of the Free Valley Cities. The heavy purple matched her eyes, and announced the white and red Hospitaler armband she wore over her coat sleeve. Under the coat was a swimsuit. Her belt was adjusted tightly to fit, and she wore strong leather boots. Despite the short height of all Free Knights, she had lithe and noble figure, her dainty steps showed strong agility and balance.

She wore a smile easily, while her green-hair companion Solana of Fernbrake seemed to be a serious type. Solana wore a heavy purple cloak to match such a delegation's regulation. However, she had seen the many clothing types of the delegation, and quickly had put a shirt on over her bathing suit. Despite appearing cautious, she walked with deliberate pace.
Somehow Euco had disappeared with Wang Pak Heyeon, leaving two free knights alone.

They looked curiously at the approach of Ryena and Kialdo, but both Free Knights touched hand to heart in a salute when Ryena Fireguard introduced herself.
"It's an honor to meet you! I am Passiflora of Rubia."
"I am Solana of Fernbrake. May prowess be forever gifted to you, too."
"Of course we would be delighted to discuss with you." Passiflora said with a diplomatic smile. "In fact, Solana was hoping to meet a Hurosha member to swordplay someday." Her compliment at companion's expense was missed however.
Solana ignored such a comment. "You are Kialdo Visontas, of the Alzeroth Collective?" She looked with sharply curious eyes. The blunt question seemed to startle Passiflora. However, she put a hand on Solana's shoulder. Her diplomatic smile strained.
"We would be happy to talk here, or at an appropriate place."


OOC: Sorry, I will write response to DoomHat and Gengy and Tychris1 next.

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[Gengy]

The Shore Stage


*snip*
Alexander grabs his wine glass and heads towards one of the Makgrull- a female, he thought, with grey skin (C'gnin). Thrusting his hand out, a warm smile upon his lips, Greetings. I am Alexander Borduex, of the Silver Moon. May I ask your name?

"Ahoy there! Alexander... Bor... do?" The female in question smiles politely, and tries the name out herself. "I do be called C'gnin, Betrothed o' the Sanctus, and Chief Explorer o' the Makgrull. Is this... Silver Moon near any **click**ing edge of Mother Sea? And who be ye chock-a-blocked with?"


*snip*
Hanna wandered in to directly view and examine the strange creatures and speak with those that spoke the common tongue.

Watching carefully, Hanna Caercia, First Daughter of the Protectorate of Sterkelv, soon learns that all of the Makgrull are speaking the common tongue, though some do so with more exuberance than others. And their dialect seems to be a mismatch of sailor slang, squeaks, clicks, and misconceptions. Regardless, they are very friendly, and soon Hanna finds herself approached by a younger looking Makgrull with sharper than average teeth. Though telling the age of Makgrull is difficult at first glance, Hanna is making guesses that the older ones are those with the hunched backs, the larger eyes, and the one walking with the cane. The one that approaches her is none of these, and smiles. It's a very toothy grin, if you ignore the fact that some of the back canines have a bit more bite to them then the other Makgrull she sees. Still, he seems friendly.

"Ahoy there, missy. I'm Orator N'bbin. Yer **squeak**ing pretty enough to be a day-blink, ye are. What do they call ye, and what brought ye to this here **chirp**ing Gam?"


The Centennial Gala

Except for the Sanctus Makgrull, his betrothed C'gnin, an aging Makgrull that was acting as an adviser of some type, and the dark skinned Makgrull that had carried the treasure chest, all the other Makgrull began to spread out among the Gala and the surrounding areas. Several delegations were approached by individual Makgrull, that introduced themselves as Orators. This seemed to be some type of speaker, or diplomat, or a combination of both.


New CrimaOne of the first to receive such an Orator was Bloodknight Jujak. A female Makgrull, with white skinned legs and arms, approached the New Crima delegation, and dipped her head once, before the Foreign Affairs Minister. She did not look at any other member of the delegation. "Ahoy, New Crima. We see you. I am Orator N'tman. If'n the Good... Tyr... ant? Good Ty... rant... Yes. Good Tyrant. If'n the Good Tyrant would do us the honor, the Sanctus Makgrull would be having a **click**ing parley with ye, personal like. Tis' concerning some o' the things what were said before, and maybe a **squeak**ing tramper or two."


TzaltecThe Tzaltec delegation was also approached. An older Makgrull, judging from the large eyes and cane made of coral and rock, walked over, making a considerable effort to bow, before pushing up with even greater effort. "Ahoy to the Tzaltec. Ye are far from our waters, but aye, we have heard of ye."

The older Makgrull suddenly coughed, and chittered something in his own tongue for a bit, apparently to himself. "Forgive me, not used ta the **chirp**ing surface tongue. Catches in my throat, it does. As I 'twere sayin'. If ye find the time, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman has taken a right big interest in ye. He'd like a parley, he would. Oh, and if that's the Guilder man what ye becalmed, we've words fer him too."


Salterri HeartlandsThe delegation from the Heartlands soon was seeing a large, stocky, male Makgrull approaching. He moved deliberately, and came to a stop near Imperial Prince Li Aarne. The Makgrull said nothing, but waited, instead, to be talked to first.


Current Time: 6:45 pm
The fading light of the sun is replaced by flickering lights from torches.
New Century: Midnight

[DoomHat]

-We are most gracious for the offer of aid our Inquisition, but I fear that by the time they can mobilize he will become a threat that will require the commitment of a full military response. We shall keep the offer in mind should we have underestimated him.

-We are a relentless people, and we were well prepared for the Advent, or at least most contingencies of how it might manifest. We're still attempting to measure the full extend of the damage.

-There's no telling how much of that 30,000 remains organized. We pray it has at least split into thirds. I suggest our fleets work in concert lets we risk them being overwhelmed by unexpected numbers.
{OCC: Which of us has the higher military score? Khoonbish has 5 this turn, and I'm dropping all 4 units of navy on the cleanup.}

-We are of like minds on the solution to the Grand Canal issue. We have already begun drafting a proposition for an International Trade Council. However, I believe there is no profit in pushing the Salterri Imperium for [I]anything. They are fully equipped and willing to simply take control of the Canal for themselves.

We should press the Triumvirate instead. They're in a position of desperation. They've mortally offended the Concordat and Salterri, so it is in their interest to make such a sweeping display of egalitarianism. If the Triumvirate willfully surrenders the Grand Canal to The World, then the Salterri must fight The World to claim it.


A trade could be arranged, yes; that is best discussed in private after our main event. Perhaps I can arrange a demonstration upon one of my ships later?
-Lord Alexander
Perhaps our most nobles hosts might be able to set aside time and space for such a display?
The Good Tyrant is of course most pleased to meet privately with all delegates heads today who find themselves available!

[Kasanip]

Dünfel Arrival

Among the crowds of people who can see the arrival of the Dünfel, two Free Knights were running with swords drawn.
"Passiflora! Help the injured man!" Solana shouted as she swiftly ran along the railing towards the giant fire monsters.
"Yes! Excuse me! Clear a path! Hospitaler coming through!" The ordering voice of course was Passiflora's as she showed the armband like a shield. Passiflora's smile was gone as she dutifully ran toward the injured Richard Stowe.

Solana wasn't certain how to face these monsters. But the steam and fire was a challenge. Certainly it was larger than the usual Fernbrake monster. Usual tactic must be the same. Most important, however was courage. A Free Knight doesn't give up! Solana slid to a stop on the beach between the crowd and monster. However, two more monsters were appearing from ocean.

"You, fiery giant monsters!" Solana called out. "Stop your disruption-" She began to yell. However, at such a time, the guide Delliah appeared. Suddenly the situation was very complicated.

"He's ok!" Passiflora announced from beach, wrapping injured Richard's head with bandages.
"No way!" Solana disagreed with disbelief. She looked between the guide and the Dünfel. Slowly her sword was lowered. "What's going on, here?" She demanded the explanation.



Makgrull

The performance of dolphins was watched with amazement by Passiflora and Solana. Solana always kept her hand on sword, however.
"Wow, they can dance and sing very well!"
"Ha-." Solana's unconvinced reply.
"They don't look very dangerous."
"They probably eat meat."
"But they don't eat ships?"
"That's not the problem! Honestly, do you valley types always act such a way? You should be on your guard!"
"I was earlier. However, such a Dünfel security probably can be handled. I have to watch for injured people, you know. I am confident you can protect me from these fish people."
"Start acting like a knight! You hospitaler types..." Solana's exasperation was clear.
"Stop worrying about monsters! Your battle aura will disrupt this event." Passiflora chided. She grabbed Solana's hand and pulled her protesting companion towards one of the Makgrull.
"Let's meet them first, ok? If it's dangerous, you can make a delicacy for us."
"Wait!" Solana started to protest.

Passiflora approached one of the Makgrull with a diplomatic smile.
"Hello!" She greeted.
(They are large!)
(I told you!)
"Fair skies as clear after rain!" She continued. "We are Free Knights of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. I am Passiflora of Rubia." She nudged Solana.
"I am Solana of Fernbrake."
"I was impressed by your show!" Passiflora continued. "Was preparation time difficult?"


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[Rain Dragon]

"The Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is just one of many nations and we claim dominion of a mere seven provinces. Fera is a sovereign protectorate of the Niskovian crown." Kazimir smiles bitterly, "anyone who claims otherwise would be taking advantage of your inexperience in international affairs. Still our lands are quite vast, easily the equal of any of the Northern Empires, though we have a much smaller population."

At last, a subject Kazimir felt comfortable discussing at length - vodka was a subject he knew well after all. "I would be glad to," he replied with restrained enthusiasm, "House Korosec, my mothers family, is well known for their quality distilleries. They have extensive holdings throughout northern Karintiya. It is a land of gently rolling hills and sparse woodland, home to the Karranan people. Their matriarchs don't entirely approve but as a strict meritocracy they cannot deny the wealth that the vodka trade brings them."

Before the Main Event - The Path Ceannin Llyeth

"I'm certain you misestimated my 'inexperience', Nisakovich. Hmm..." Ceannin Llyeth looks toward the sun hanging heavy in the sky, "What sort of people live in Fera? Perhaps more importantly... What sort of people live in Greater Niskovia and who are the royal family?" Llyeth pauses along the path to watch ominous shapes steadily making their way through the sky. They seemed... dangerous. We placed our trust in the Seaborne Confederacy. Nonetheless, I am uncertain of those umm... airships.

Distracted momentarily from the dark objects in the sky, Ceannin Llyeth listens with interest to Kazimir's vodka discussion. "This all certainly sounds impressive, though it tells me little of the lands in which the Vodka is made." Llyeth laughs softly, "Our priorities are certainly different. Perhaps you could tell me more of the Karranan? Hm, wait a moment." Llyeth takes a piece of powdery looking red rock from a belt pouch and gestures for Kazimir to follow him to a smooth piece of nearby rock. On the rock he sketches a strange map. The coastline is slightly different and there is no sign of the Blue Horizon Sea to be found, however it roughly shows a large area around the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia. Tracing a large irregular shape where part of the Blue Horizon Sea should be and covering a large stretch of land to the south west of it, Llyeth points to the shape and asks, "Who lives there currently?"


Straightening from his bow, Selethen smiles at them both, ruby eyes lingering on Malynel's companion for a moment. Remembering himself, he looks back to Malynel as he spoke. Of course! I am Selethen Toros, of Valterre. And my large, silent friend is Dominik, of the Errelosian clan Monlení. A particularly brutish breed, if you ask me. Dominik raises an eyebrow at the description of him and his clan, though he does nothing to dispute it. But enough about us. What are your names?

Before the Main Event - The 'Markets' Malynel and Enendil

Malynel was the only one who seemed bothered by Selethen's lingering eyes, however he did not say anything of it. Before Malynel could respond, Enendil scolded Selethen, "What a way to describe a friend's clan, Selethen Toros of Valterre. My name is Enendil. It is good to meet you, Dominik and Selethen." Enendil smiled to the pair.
"My name is Malynel. One of the Liusti of the Kathuan Tribes and the Elfin representative for An Nádur for today. It is a pleasure to meet you." Malynel watches the Tzaltec delegation's arrival from the corner of his eyes. It is a good thing they seem to be headed elsewhere for now, though I believe Llyeth was going that way... Malynel thought to himself. Enendil seemed suddenly all too interested in focussing on the strangers who had approached Malynel. I get the awful feeling the human in the collar is there as a display of power. And not a display of power everyone is going to appreciate, either.


An NádurImmediately recognizable as Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities, Passiflora of Rubia's royal blue hair matched the confident smile on her face. She was wearing a fibrous flame coat in a style that was popular among Free Knights of the Free Valley Cities. The heavy purple matched her eyes, and announced the white and red Hospitaler armband she wore over her coat sleeve. Under the coat was a swimsuit. Her belt was adjusted tightly to fit, and she wore strong leather boots. Despite the short height of all Free Knights, she had lithe and noble figure, her dainty steps showed strong agility and balance.

She wore a smile easily, while her green-hair companion Solana of Fernbrake seemed to be a serious type. Solana wore a heavy purple cloak to match such a delegation's regulation. However, she had seen the many clothing types of the delegation, and quickly had put a shirt on over her bathing suit. Despite appearing cautious, she walked with deliberate pace.
Somehow Euco had disappeared with Wang Pak Heyeon, leaving the two free knights alone.

It was impossible to miss Cervidh delegation approaching. Passiflora looked very surprised, but covered her mouth properly.
"Oh, hello!" She responded. Solana looked stunned by the appearance of Cervidh, but recovered while Passiflora spoke.
"It's nice to meet you. Aithyn? Ceárnu? I am Passiflora of Rubia."
"I am Solana of Fernbrake. Nice to meet you." Solana said, seeming to have recovered, but averting eyes.
"It is our first time to come to such an event. It is very impressive." Passiflora said diplomatically. "You are Cervidh? I only know a little about your people. Did you travel far? It is nice to find someone of proper height here."


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Before the Main Event - The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn

Ceárnu momentarily looked confused at the way Solana averted her eyes from them. Hmm, many foreigners have been doing the same. In particular around our women... Perhaps this is another way of showing deference, as with the bowing? Or perhaps they are embarrassed by our attire somehow... Ceárnu thinks to himself.
"It's nice to meet you as well, Passiflora of Rubia and Solana of Fernbrake." Aithyn smiled, "The event is rather impressive so far."
Ceárnu pushed his hair out of his face again, "We have heard little of the Free Knights as well, though we did recently hear of the International Humanitarian Law your people proposed. Ceannin Llyeth would be interested in officially signing it on behalf of An Nádur. Ceárnu whispered to Aithyn, Did I say that correctly? Aithyn nodded back subtly.
"We travelled from the snow-covered south through the umm... Grand Canal of the Triumvirate and... No, just the Triumvirate now I suppose. It took many days, nay weeks to traverse the vast oceans North of the Salterri Imperium. We saw many things on the way. There was even this hilarious ale mishap..." Aithyn looked to Ceárnu.
Ceárnu seemed disinterested in elaborating on the hilarious ale mishap, however, "Yes, on average the Younger Races are rather tall, aren't they? Though even the Elves are slightly taller than us..."

Before the Main Event - The Path Ceárnu and Aithyn

Having just been informed of the schedule, Ceárnu and Aithyn decided it would be for the best if they went to visit the Art Museum before making their way to the Centennial Gala itself. Well, that was the plan before the sound of steam could be heard from the shoreline. Amazed and disturbed, the pair of Cervidh froze as they watched massive rocks pierce the waves. No... not rocks, but the head and shoulders of the stuff of nightmares. When the Dünfel ignited, the Cervidh sprinted as fast as they could (which is pretty darn fast) toward the closest safe haven. On second thought, however, Ceárnu and Aithyn knew the Art Museum would do nothing for them if those... those creatures decided to flatten it.

"They have the entire place to their mercy. I am not impressed by the Seab..." Aithyn is interrupted by the announcement by the Seaborne Confederacy. The Cervidh looked at each other and knew it did little to quell either's doubts. After all, if this is the security, then who or what exactly are the threats?

Arrival of the Makgrull - The Centennial Gala Ainiveous Elysius and Ceannin Llyeth

Ainiveous' sharp gaze followed the display carefully. In all his years, he'd never seen anything quite like it; indeed he almost felt a sense of wonder at the proceedings. Ceannin Llyeth meanwhile, was standing on the table for a better view. Dainty hooves drummed to the rhythm of the music as Llyeth watched, completely captured by the event. Ainiveous would not let himself be so distracted, however; indeed it would seem there were some strange auras coming from the water... The light made it too difficult to see properly.

"I hope the others made their way to the stage." Ceannin Llyeth noted as the Seaborne Confederacy thanked the audience for attending, "I would f..."
"Look!" Ainiveous shaded his eyes against the glow, pointing a long black claw at the three silhouettes who had landed on the platform. Ceannin Llyeth stared in amazement.
Fish who walk the earth! Ceannin Llyeth thought, Makgrull, rather. I have never seen the like!
Ainiveous glanced at the Ceannin, tapping one hoof with his claw, "There are those who would think poorly of you for standing on the table..."

[Kitsanth]

Before the Main Event - The Path Ceannin Llyeth

"I'm certain you misestimated my 'inexperience', Nisakovich. Hmm..." Ceannin Llyeth looks toward the sun hanging heavy in the sky, "What sort of people live in Fera? Perhaps more importantly... What sort of people live in Greater Niskovia and who are the royal family?" Llyeth pauses along the path to watch ominous shapes steadily making their way through the sky. They seemed... dangerous. We placed our trust in the Seaborne Confederacy. Nonetheless, I am uncertain of those umm... airships.

Distracted momentarily from the dark objects in the sky, Ceannin Llyeth listens with interest to Kazimir's vodka discussion. "This all certainly sounds impressive, though it tells me little of the lands in which the Vodka is made." Llyeth laughs softly, "Our priorities are certainly different. Perhaps you could tell me more of the Karranan? Hm, wait a moment." Llyeth takes a piece of powdery looking red rock from a belt pouch and gestures for Kazimir to follow him to a smooth piece of nearby rock. On the rock he sketches a strange map. The coastline is slightly different and there is no sign of the Blue Horizon Sea to be found, however it roughly shows a large area around the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia. Tracing a large irregular shape where part of the Blue Horizon Sea should be and covering a large stretch of land to the south west of it, Llyeth points to the shape and asks, "Who lives there currently?"

Kazimir had followed Llyeth, curious about where this was going. With the sketch revealed, he couldn't help but feel that there was something familiar about it... it was almost like one of the ancient maps locked in the Vault.

"If I may," Kazimir takes the chalk with his left hand, "I should be able to answer your questions as I draw..." a few swift strokes fill in a rough approximation of major geographical features and national borders, "the Blue Horizon Sea is missing entirely. Charts of the coastline are incomplete so much of this western shore is an approximation," he says, indicating the features as he mentions them, "and these are provinces of Fera, home to Haljans and Yslynd. And this is the Ash-Kingdom, the Maurani are an interesting people to say the least. Most of this coastline is held by either the Empire of the Silver Moon or the Imperium. As for the rest, it is mostly unaffiliated city states, though the United Free Cities are a developing power with great promise." Kazimir eyes the map he has sketched out pensively, then draws a decisive line, "And to the best of my knowledge none have been farther west than this point in centuries."

He pauses in contemplation, having come to a realisation of sorts during his explanation. "And now I know what you've really been after."

"I guess it was much too unlikely that my ancestors would be the only ones to have escaped the fall of the Empire." He drops the chalk. His eyes darken and his voice chills. "You want to know if we are Bezdushnyy. You have no idea how close you come to insulting me, I would be well within my rights to duel you this instant." And Kazimir would probably do it, at this moment he was aware of every single blade secreted about his person and his grandfather's sword felt especially weighty. "But I will not because you do not know. And because you do not know I will tell you."

Somehow Kazimir's voice became even more chilling than it already was. "We are not. We are the descendants of those who followed Nissa to a new land during the chaos of the Empire's fall. And so my House is Nisakovich, my people are Niskan and our land is Niskovia. We bound our magic and shall never again bow to any who call themselves emperor."


AVAILABLE
Bloomenwald Isles: 3 Grape-Lotus, 1 thundersheet plant; 1 trading post (one promised to New Crima)
Galomyr: 2 aloe vera, 2 bananas, 5 sages, 1 trading post
Novrania: 2 trading posts, 1 medicinal herbs, 1 fish, 1 wood
Sea of Glass: 1 Stack nitrates, 3 stacks adamantine, 2 trading posts
Tar: 1 stack wood, 1trading post.
Jeweled Cities: 1 stack gemstoens, 2 stacks kelp-olive oil, 2 stacks ships, 1 stack tropical fruit; no trading posts.

Desired
Lighter than air gas for Zepplins, so I can build permanent transports to my neighbors floating in New Crima

iirc, the SC already imports light than air gas from Niskovia. Also regarding Sages, I was getting those when the region belonged to Celero do I need to renegotiate at all?

[lt_murgen]

iirc, the SC already imports light than air gas from Niskovia. Also regarding Sages, I was getting those when the region belonged to Celero do I need to renegotiate at all?


You are correct. Niskovia is getting sages (I have it as a Great resource, so I have more. I also missed the Geily vapor in my imports trades, so I am good with lighter than air gas. Thanks for the updates



OCC: Which of us has the higher military score? Khoonbish has 5 this turn, and I'm dropping all 4 units of navy on the cleanup.

I have a 4, but am not going to lead the attack personally. With my Privateer agents, I get a +2 when my leader is not in charge. So 1/2 of his 4, +2, is the same as a military of 4 anyway. Not certain how many units I can commit yet- waiting on Imperium politics to decide if they need me for anything.

[Rain Dragon]

Kazimir had followed Llyeth, curious about where this was going. With the sketch revealed, he couldn't help but feel that there was something familiar about it... it was almost like one of the ancient maps locked in the Vault.

"If I may," Kazimir takes the chalk with his left hand, "I should be able to answer your questions as I draw..." a few swift strokes fill in a rough approximation of major geographical features and national borders, "the Blue Horizon Sea is missing entirely. Charts of the coastline are incomplete so much of this western shore is an approximation," he says, indicating the features as he mentions them, "and these are provinces of Fera, home to Haljans and Yslynd. And this is the Ash-Kingdom, the Maurani are an interesting people to say the least. Most of this coastline is held by either the Empire of the Silver Moon or the Imperium. As for the rest, it is mostly unaffiliated city states, though the United Free Cities are a developing power with great promise." Kazimir eyes the map he has sketched out pensively, then draws a decisive line, "And to the best of my knowledge none have been farther west than this point in centuries."

He pauses in contemplation, having come to a realisation of sorts during his explanation. "And now I know what you've really been after."

"I guess it was much too unlikely that my ancestors would be the only ones to have escaped the fall of the Empire." He drops the chalk. His eyes darken and his voice chills. "You want to know if we are Bezdushnyy. You have no idea how close you come to insulting me, I would be well within my rights to duel you this instant." And Kazimir would probably do it, at this moment he was aware of every single blade secreted about his person and his grandfather's sword felt especially weighty. "But I will not because you do not know. And because you do not know I will tell you."

Somehow Kazimir's voice became even more chilling than it already was. "We are not. We are the descendants of those who followed Nissa to a new land during the chaos of the Empire's fall. And so my House is Nisakovich, my people are Niskan and our land is Niskovia. We bound our magic and shall never again bow to any who call themselves emperor."

Before the Main Event - The Path Ceannin Llyeth

Ceannin Llyeth proffers the piece of rock without hesitation and pays careful attention to the new nations of the North which were materialising before his eyes. It became more evident as Kazimir goes on that the Western Fae Empire was no more. Llyeth felt a strange mixture of emotions. Relief, for the Northern Lands was no longer plagued by the Empire. Sorrow, as it would not have been an Empire in which An Nádur spent much time were it not for those who lived there. Frustration, awoken once more for those who caused such a thing to have happened to begin. There were many more emotions, but they were faint for Ceannin Llyeth had never lived the legends of the Sixth Age; no Cervidh had for a few generations.

Ceannin Llyeth was about to reply when Kazimir spoke once more. "And now I know what you've really been after. I guess it was much too unlikely that my ancestors would be the only ones to have escaped the fall of the Empire."
We did not escape, we simply moved on. But...

Llyeth locked eyes with Kazimir as he spoke his piece coldly. This was perhaps not a good idea, but I swear this Elf is beginning to frustrate me. Llyeth frowned lightly as Kazimir spoke of the Empire's fall. The Ceannin's hand fell upon the long knife which was hanging from the wide cloth belt as Kazimir spoke of his right to fight Llyeth and took a step back into a readied fighting stance. "My question was not intended to insult you and you should have thought of this, Not-Diplomat Kazimir of House Nisakovich of the Land Niskovia. A vast land including the rolling hills and sparse woodlands of Karintiya. You speak of my inexperiences freely, yet you did not think of your own. How were we to know the Empire fell? I see you, Niskan, but I feel you do not see me. Ceannin Llyeth of An Nádur, currently consisting only of the Kathuan Tribes and a few remnant clans. You know not what we are after and you know nothing of me if you believe I know what a 'Bezdushnyy' is let alone desired to come close to insulting you with the concept; I would not bother being subtle if I truly did wish to insult you. I know, however, you cannot be pureblooded Elf and trusted you. Now you threaten me and claim to have shunned magyk." Ceannin Llyeth slowly eased backward, "We have not and will never shun that which is part of our very being, though much of it was torn away so very long ago." Llyeth knew better than to intimidate Kazimir with narrowed eyes and instead bared the pointed canines of a Cervidh, "If you calm yourself, I can leave if necessary and we may speak again. Or not. It is up to you."

The Docks Ceárnu and Malynel

"Though the sea is not for us, it's a beautiful and intriguing part of the world... Malynel?" Ceárnu turned to find the Elf had become distracted by something nearby. Following his gaze, Ceárnu saw that Malynel had found one of the Makgrull beings with an impressive collection of tattoos. "Malynel," Ceárnu called, "You coming?"
Malynel whipped his head around to face Ceárnu; he hadn't realised he'd been staring. "Ah, indeed. Where to? I hadn't realised we were going anywhere in particular."
Ceárnu chuckled, "We are now! Right by that which caught your eye for a closer look." Ceárnu raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I was considering my next tattoo." Malynel responded casually as they continued their walk now in the vague direction of the tattooed Makgrull, "Besides which, this is the first I have heard of the Makgrull."
"Me too. Though I did hear rumours of sapient life under the sea. I honestly thought most were sailor's tales. Maidens with fish tales and large moving boulders beneath the sea. I've even heard a story about a mind-altering huge One who wants..." Ceárnu scowled lightly, "...well, the stories vary too much to say really."
"You forget of the Pono al a Ono." Malynel reminded the Cervidh who was supposedly an expert on flora and fauna.
Ceárnu raised a claw playfully, "I was getting there young un! There are many stories of those who live beneath the sea. I'd never imagined dolphins would walk the land, let alone that I would meet one. It is nice to be reminded you don't know everything, even at my age!"

[DurkBlanston]

Watching carefully, Hanna Caercia, First Daughter of the Protectorate of Sterkelv, soon learns that all of the Makgrull are speaking the common tongue, though some do so with more exuberance than others. And their dialect seems to be a mismatch of sailor slang, squeaks, clicks, and misconceptions. Regardless, they are very friendly, and soon Hanna finds herself approached by a younger looking Makgrull with sharper than average teeth. Though telling the age of Makgrull is difficult at first glance, Hanna is making guesses that the older ones are those with the hunched backs, the larger eyes, and the one walking with the cane. The one that approaches her is none of these, and smiles. It's a very toothy grin, if you ignore the fact that some of the back canines have a bit more bite to them then the other Makgrull she sees. Still, he seems friendly.

"Ahoy there, missy. I'm Orator N'bbin. Yer **squeak**ing pretty enough to be a day-blink, ye are. What do they call ye, and what brought ye to this here **chirp**ing Gam?"


"I'm sorry?" Hanna asked, a little taken aback at the speaking creature, "Oh, my name? I am Hanna Caercia, I'm the daughter of the Protector of Sterkelv. I came here to appreciate the efforts of the Confederacy. I hadn't expected, I mean, who would have known? Creatures beneath the waves, and so near the Heartlands. How long have you been out there?"

[Gengy]

The Grand Gala


Makgrull
Passiflora approached one of the Makgrull with a diplomatic smile.
"Hello!" She greeted.
(They are large!)
(I told you!)
"Fair skies as clear after rain!" She continued. "We are Free Knights of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. I am Passiflora of Rubia." She nudged Solana.
"I am Solana of Fernbrake."
"I was impressed by your show!" Passiflora continued. "Was preparation time difficult?"

The large male Makgrull that Passiflora and Solana approached looked down at them, twisting his head and crossing his arms to cover a large scar on his chest from an old wound. He looks uncomfortable being here, but is making an effort. He does not seem to speak as well as the other Makgrull, though he does try. "Ahoy. I **click**ing see you. I am Praestes K'vfin. I guard."

He points one thumb over at a smaller, female Makgrull. Being trained knights, Passiflora and Solana both noticed that where other Makgrull have a small fin on their arms, the female does not; not on her left arm. In it's place is a nasty looking scar. It looks to be about as old as the one on Praestes K'vfin's scar is, judging by the coloring. In fact, based on the unusual shape of both scars, it is almost as if they came from some similar sources.

"She be Praemonstrator T'lly. I watch. I keep her safe. Had to learn **squeak**ing surface tongue to keep doing it." Looking even more uncomfortable, K'vfin moved one hand to scratch the back of his head. "Had to learn **chirp**ing dance too. Took long time. Chief Orator T'chep very tough to please, aye. Insisted we practice for **click**ing ever! Is not easy, keeping just head above water. And do not ask about whale. Whale... dumb. Very dumb."

With a glance over at Praemonstrator T'lly, Praestes K'vfin could not help suppress a grin. The Praemonstrator was talking to some other guests nearby, and she was all smiles and laughter. The laughter of Makgrull was high pitched, but not unpleasant. It was like a soft bell. Almost as a whisper, K'vfin said aloud, "Worth it, though."

After a few seconds of staring, K'vfin shook his head, and visibly tried to relax. Remembering that there were other people here, he nodded at the Free Knights. "What are... Knights? Are they like **squeak**ing Sailors?"

Makgrull are only slightly taller - on average - than the average human. The shortest one here is 170 centimeters (roughly 5 foot 6 inches), and the tallest is about 215 centimeters (roughly 7 feet tall). K'vfin is closer to that end at 200 centimeters tall. Still, he is very bulky in muscle mass, so it can make him look big when up close.

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The Docks


"Though the sea is not for us, it's a beautiful and intriguing part of the world... Malynel?" Ceárnu turned to find the Elf had become distracted by something nearby. Following his gaze, Ceárnu saw that Malynel had found one of the Makgrull beings with an impressive collection of tattoos. "Malynel," Ceárnu called, "You coming?"
Malynel whipped his head around to face Ceárnu; he hadn't realised he'd been staring. "Ah, indeed. Where to? I hadn't realised we were going anywhere in particular."
Ceárnu chuckled, "We are now! Right by that which caught your eye for a closer look." Ceárnu raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I was considering my next tattoo." Malynel responded casually as they continued their walk now in the vague direction of the tattooed Makgrull, "Besides which, this is the first I have heard of the Makgrull."
"Me too. Though I did hear rumours of sapient life under the sea. I honestly thought most were sailor's tales. Maidens with fish tales and large moving boulders beneath the sea. I've even heard a story about a mind-altering huge One who wants..." Ceárnu scowled lightly, "...well, the stories vary too much to say really."
"You forget of the Pono al a Ono." Malynel reminded the Cervidh who was supposedly an expert on flora and fauna.
Ceárnu raised a claw playfully, "I was getting there young un! There are many stories of those who live beneath the sea. I'd never imagined dolphins would walk the land, let alone that I would meet one. It is nice to be reminded you don't know everything, even at my age!"

Makgrull, it would seem, are not much for clothing. Some of them do have ornamentation, such as seaweed necklaces, bracelets, or canes for some of the older ones. However, a few Makgrull here and there do have tattoos. Ceárnu and Malynel quickly catch up to one of the more peculiarly tattooed Makgrull. The design goes along his entire arms, and a larger matching symbol is on his chest.

It looks like two dolphins jumping away from each other over intricately designed wave like symbols are across his chest. The arms have a different symbol; a rotating, swirling upside down spear, as though it has just been tossed away. When he notices the Cervidh and the Elf looking at him, he stops and smiles. "Ahoy there! I see ye! I be Orator H'tman. And what manner of creature be ye, with such pointy fins near yer heads? Don't most **chirp**ing surface creatures have **click**ing round head fins?"


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The Shore Stage


"I'm sorry?" Hanna asked, a little taken aback at the speaking creature, "Oh, my name? I am Hanna Caercia, I'm the daughter of the Protector of Sterkelv. I came here to appreciate the efforts of the Confederacy. I hadn't expected, I mean, who would have known? Creatures beneath the waves, and so near the Heartlands. How long have you been out there?"

"Fer a long time, lass. A long time." Orator N'bbin lifted up his fingers, showing the almost translucent webbing that was in between them. On each pointy finger, he began counting off names. "Sanctus Makgrull Praeclar himself. Sanctus Makgrull P'rclir. Sanctus Makgrull R'clan. Sanctus Makgrull C'bnam. Sanctus Makgrull B'ntan. And now **squeak**ing Sanctus Makgrull B'tman 'imself."

"I'm sure I'm forgetting a few. But most of 'em live long lives. Can't think o' one that has died by natural means till after he t'were at least 80 or so. Many step down, later in thar **chirp**ing lives, what fer their bosun to take charge. As ta who woulda known?" N'bbin closed his fingers, except for one, and waggled it in a way he'd seen a sailor do before whispering. "Ye answered your own question. Our shipmates o' the Seaborne Confederation - the Pono al o Ono - they found us during B'ntan's time. Sanctus Makgrull B'ntan was a wily one, though. He knew what was up, and that we weren't ready. Been training our good Sanctus B'tman fer the job, see? And now we're here!"

"Tell me, Hanna-lass... are all surface ladies as pretty as ye are?"


Current Time: 6:50pm
The Makgrull have now spread out throughout the party. Dinner will be served shortly, to those still at the Grand Gala.
New Century: Midnight

[DoomHat]

Makgrull

One of the first to receive such an Orator was Bloodknight Jujak. A female Makgrull, with white skinned legs and arms, approached the New Crima delegation, and dipped her head once, before the Foreign Affairs Minister. She did not look at any other member of the delegation."Ahoy, New Crima. We see you. I am Orator N'tman. If'n the Good... Tyr... ant? Good Ty... rant... Yes. Good Tyrant. If'n the Good Tyrant would do us the honor, the Sanctus Makgrull would be having a **click**ing parley with ye, personal like. Tis' concerning some o' the things what were said before, and maybe a **squeak**ing tramper or two."

Why of course! We can begin the conversation any time you like. However, it will of course require a space where our great sovereigns might sit as equals, and away from the eats of the unworthy. Otherwise, I, as Foreign Affairs Mister, have been ordained to speak on her behalf as 'Tyrant's Voice'.



Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities Delegation

Some time late in the evening Jujak approached the trio of Free Knights. Her grace was carefully refined by a lifetime of training.
“Greetings to you, Heroes of the Chivalric Republic. I hope you are enjoying the festivities! Please forgive us for spoiling the mood with our anger earlier. However, our Good Tyrant felt that this gathering was the best chance we would have to be heard by the world.

As you may have heard, the Tyranny of the Cree is most outraged by the Triumvirate’s sabotage of our combined efforts to defend them. The insult against you has endeared you to us.

I must confess that there was much distaste in our homeland for your Hospitalers. We feel that protecting the lives of soldiers on both sides of a battlefield is an immoral act, as it only encourages wars to go on longer. War is an act of mass murder, and thus there should be no mercy in it.

However! We are pleased by your efforts to protect lifes against natural disasters, and protect those who would fight against unnatural fiends such as Dreadlove. For this reason, Good Tyrant Khoonbish has decided to reward your nation.

The Cree shall change our practices in war, so that we will not be forced to slaughter you if we meet on the battlefield. I am sorry to say that the Good Tyrant will not sign the Uran Convention, because she can not agree to all of it's principles as it is written. She has instead written a sworn oath, that I shall give to you now."

She held out a document in both hands and bowed to Euco of Verbena, as though presenting a gift.

This is what it said...


[The Cree Pledge to The International Hospitalers]

In a time of War, the Cree do hereby seek to conduct themselves by the following principles...
1) Noncombatants and refugees will be spared from injury and death.
2) Surrendered warriors and prisoners are to be considered 'Noncombatants' if they surrender or are captured before a battle begins.
3) The food and medical needs of Noncombatants must be met. Philanthropic aid must not be impeded.
4) The international symbol White Shield and Red [H] must be respected as sign of protection.
The organization are free knights and volunteers who serve in disaster and war areas for philanthropic purpose. They should have free access to the territories of the Cree and nations who sign the [Uran Convention].
5) The above principles shall be considered void against any nation that attempts to exploit them. Combatants who attempt to hide themselves among Noncombatants, or abuse the above sign of protection, doom their nation. War shall continue in that region until their land is despoiled nearly beyond use and the living are made to envy the dead.

--[I]Signed with the Blood of Khoonbish the Inhuman,
Second Tyrant of the Cree
Winter, 499cc
May Oluska's Holy Spirit Forever Guide Us

“In addition to this oath, we are granting other gifts! Beginning immediately, we shall begin exporting Pegasi to the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. Along with them, we shall also send our best instructors to teach your knights the proper means of riding them.

It is our hope that the power to move through the sky will improve your ability to protect the lives of the innocent!

These are our gifts to you, and they are given freely.
We do not ask or demand anything in exchange. However, the region of Vantalaan has been much damaged by our actions. If you can spare it, we beg you please help that region by sending them food.”

[Reggiejam]

Tzalteclan Arrives (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FY1fVrI2NFQ)

In years to come it would be said that the Tzaltec arrival at the Centennial was subtler than most had expected. No vast wings cast shadows over the rocky isle, no primal roar split the air. Indeed, their coming was a slow, deliberate thing, a trio of long airships moving in a delta formation. Yet a telltale crimson light shone from the windows of the lead ship, and the welcome parties could only stare on with mounting dread as the airships plunged heedlessly into the gusts of the aeromancers, cutting a path of livefire sparks towards the Centennial Island.

The airships floated to land with a dour silence that cast a pall over the festivities on the coast. Though the eyes of the visitors may have been accustomed to Tzaltec theatrics, the locals could not help but gaze on as the fanged dragon prows opened wide, disgorging a black sea onto the landing area. Upon each wave of that black sea rested a red mask, and in moments a cordon of dozens of Unmarked encircled the disembarking Tzaltec royalty. First came the Teotlkan Senusret, resplendent in black and crimson, his robes more militant than ever, his sash hanging with trophies of his recent victories in the Clanships. On his horned brow rested the crown of the Teotlkan, while his black hair was oiled into a long braid that fell down the blood red scales of his shoulders. At his arm, his daughter Khensa, heir presumptive to the empire. Though approaching forty, she still appeared not a day over twenty, the purple-black scales of her body accentuated by a golden gown in uncharacteristically severe style. A twining diadem depicting four dragons rested upon her brow, her long midnight hair woven through it in an elaborate tapestry. Behind them followed an unlikely pair. One was immediately recognizable as Wesley, the Doge of Guilder, despite the muted blacks and reds of his decidedly Tzaltec garb. On his wrists were clasped golden bracers that almost seemed manacles, an impression only enhanced by the very real golden collar and chain being held by the woman standing beside him. She was Senseneb, another of Senusret's daughters, herself wearing a daring gown of black and gold scales. Rounding out the procession was the Xiuhtlatec Nezetkhamun, his pitch black robe billowing behind him, gleaming with the red light that seeped from beneath his black scales.

As the royals made their way towards the Grand Gala, the Unmarked dispersed and organized into shadowing groups. Nezetkhamun needed no protection, of course, but a quartet of the fanatics attended him while each other member of the procession drew eight bodyguards. Those protecting the collared Doge seemed particularly attentive, though whether that was directed against revolutionaries or an escape attempt, none could say.

Xiuhtlatec Nezetkhamun, 133
Teotlkan Senusret, 113
Tlapepentli Khensa, 37
Senseneb, 33



The Regent Meztli and Prince Artur of Keldagrim had resigned themselves to partaking in the delicacies provided by the Confederacy and exchanging pointed barbs between one another in regards to the other guests as they awaited the Tzaltec arrival all the while putting off an air of disinterest in interactions with the current guests. They had been on a particularly funny, if cruel, roll regarding the Novranian Imperial Senator when the Tzaltec airships had been spotted. The pair of Faedas representatives had moved to arrive at the docking platform that they might be the first to greet the delegation after they disembarked.

Seeing Senusret Meztli approached, accompanied by Artur, "Greetings Father," the young woman said with a warm smile and open arms.

"Sisters," she added after an embrace, her tone more reserved.

"Grandfather!" her tone was alight again as she looked upon Nezetkhamun and her face glowed. She still remembered the gifts he'd sent her as a child and his visits to the Ice Palace all throughout her childhood. There were many people who decried him, but Meztli knew her grandfather was a caring man, a family man who held his blood above all, and that was not monstrous in Meztli's eyes.

"I see you've brought a guest," her eyes fell on the Doge, "But I forget to introduce my own. May I introduce Prince Artur Grimhammer of Keldagrim. He is a good friend of mine at the Court of Faedas."

The Dwarf knelt before the Tzaltec procession, his armor prohibiting a bow, "An honor to finally meet you all, Meztli speaks of you often. It is good to at last have a face to the names."


I put a trade of Platinum for Potatoes in my actions.

[DurkBlanston]

"Fer a long time, lass. A long time." Orator H'tman lifted up his fingers, showing the almost translucent webbing that was in between them. On each pointy finger, he began counting off names. "Sanctus Makgrull Praeclar himself. Sanctus Makgrull P'rclir. Sanctus Makgrull R'clan. Sanctus Makgrull C'bnam. Sanctus Makgrull B'ntan. And now **squeak**ing Sanctus Makgrull B'tman 'imself."

"I'm sure I'm forgetting a few. But most of 'em live long lives. Can't think o' one that has died by natural means till after he t'were at least 80 or so. Many step down, later in thar **chirp**ing lives, what fer their bosun to take charge. As ta who woulda known?" H'tman closed his fingers, except for one, and waggled it in a way he'd seen a sailor do before whispering. "Ye answered your own question. Our shipmates o' the Seaborne Confederation - the Pono al o Ono - they found us during B'ntan's time. Sanctus Makgrull B'ntan was a wily one, though. He knew what was up, and that we weren't ready. Been training our good Sanctus B'tman fer the job, see? And now we're here!"

"Tell me, Hanna-lass... are all surface ladies as pretty as ye are?"


Hanna swallowed and shuffled her feet uncomfortably, "I'm afraid I don't know sir. I wouldn't know how your people viewed beauty."

It was highly irregular and uncomfortably awkward for such a drastic non-human to be so forward with a member of the royal line. The Minotines were always very respectful and generally rather quiet, the elves and dwarves were sufficiently human that few in the Consortium even considered them highly irregular, but this fish, dolphin, thing was something else entirely. Most of the royal line had been made accustomed to the various races, but this was something completely unknown and the line of questioning, well Hanna was half-Ashenian.

[WaylanderX]

Meishan laughed, releasing the poor boy. "Of course. I had forgotten. Philip is far better with bloodlines and genealogies than me." She looked at Sanell. "You and your parents simply MUST come for a visit to our summer home in Pearl."

Sanell looked at his mother, the question clear in his eyes.
Ryena shook her head.
"We will when time allows, Meishan. When Telluris has calmed down again, we will certainly visit."

Sanell cheered and promptly barraged Meishan with question:

"So, what is your home like? It is warm? Why is it called Pearl? Is the food nice there?"


*Snip*

The Makgrull were approached by Eljak and Kiaris (A Zargrim goblin and a Alzerite human). The two scholars observed the seafolk for a while before approaching them (One that seems to be at least semi important). Eljak took out a stoppered pitcher of Sublime Scotch when approaching.

"Hail oceandweller. This Gala keeps giving surprises! My name is Eljak Jakson, a Bucka from Zargrim. And this fine lady is Kiaris, a colleague of mine. Quite the reveal you guys did there!"

The Bucka Ambassador offered the pitcher to the Makgrull.

"Care for a sip. We are most interested in hearing any stories from your homelands. Of course, we'll share some ourselves. Got a fair lot of ocean dwellers in the Hurosha Empire ourselves, we have. Whadaya say?"

If you want to trade or discuss an alliance, I'd be happy to. For resources, I have Alchemical Seaweed, driftwood, blowstars and fish. As for U13, like I said, I can be reasoned with :smalltongue:.



Hurosha and AlzerothThey looked curiously at the approach of Ryena and Kialdo, but both Free Knights touched hand to heart in a salute when Ryena Fireguard introduced herself.
"It's an honor to meet you! I am Passiflora of Rubia."
"I am Solana of Fernbrake. May prowess be forever gifted to you, too."
"Of course we would be delighted to discuss with you." Passiflora said with a diplomatic smile. "In fact, Solana was hoping to meet a Hurosha member to swordplay someday." Her compliment at companion's expense was missed however.
Solana ignored such a comment. "You are Kialdo Visontas, of the Alzeroth Collective?" She looked with sharply curious eyes. The blunt question seemed to startle Passiflora. However, she put a hand on Solana's shoulder. Her diplomatic smile strained.
"We would be happy to talk here, or at an appropriate place."

Ryena chuckled.

"Why, a duel? I would be happy to accept your challenge after the Gala itself is over. I could use the exercize."

Kialdo nodded.

"Indeed, I am. I wish to discuss the situation in the West. If you would please, could you follow us? We wish to discuss this privately."

When inside a private room, Kialdo speaks up first.

"Thank you for hearing us out, my ladies. As you might have guessed, I wish to discuss an alliance between our people.

After the invasion of Maur and the troubles flowing from that, Alzeroth is seeking nations who would ally themselves with us. We heard that the United Free Cities are an honorable folk. As such, I come to you with the following proposition."

Kialdo takes a scroll out one of his pouches and gives it to Passiflora. The scrolls contains the following:


Treaty between the Alzeroth Collective and United Free Cities.

The participants will hold to the following points:

The signatories will defend one another from unrighteous attack.
The signatories hold the
The Alzeroth Collective will sign the International Hospitaler treatment, as will its liege, the Hurosha Empire.
Alzeroth will offer the following resources for trades: Firestone and Workable Stone. Hurosha will offer the following resources for trade: Blowstars, Driftwood, Alchemical Seaweed, Crystal.
The Hurosha Empire shall grant the United Free Cities the Sewers technology, if it does not already possess it.
Each nation is granted one tradepost in the other nation.

Signed,

- Grand Minister Kialdo Visontas of Alzeroth
- .................................................. .....

Below Kialdo's name, one black spot for a signature.

"This is our proposition. If you have any suggestions for alterations, we'll gladly hear them."

Kialdo awaited the response of the knights.

[lt_murgen]

Hanna swallowed and shuffled her feet uncomfortably, "I'm afraid I don't know sir. I wouldn't know how your people viewed beauty."

It was highly irregular and uncomfortably awkward for such a drastic non-human to be so forward with a member of the royal line. The Minotines were always very respectful and generally rather quiet, the elves and dwarves were sufficiently human that few in the Consortium even considered them highly irregular, but this fish, dolphin, thing was something else entirely. Most of the royal line had been made accustomed to the various races, but this was something completely unknown and the line of questioning, well Hanna was half-Ashenian.

A man in his early 30s had stepped up. He was clearly of Islander descent. His dark skin, broad chest, and lean muscles were unmistakable. The shirtless vest showed them off to good effect, "I would say say she is well above average, Orator H'tman." He said with a smile. "Though her noble humility would cause her own underestimation." Eli Grant attempted to salvage the diplomatic issue.

[DurkBlanston]

A man in his early 30s had stepped up. He was clearly of Islander descent. His dark skin, broad chest, and lean muscles were unmistakable. The shirtless vest showed them off to good effect, "I would say say she is well above average, Orator H'tman." He said with a smile. "Though her noble humility would cause her own underestimation." Eli Grant attempted to salvage the diplomatic issue.

Hanna swallowed and managed a weak smile of thanks in the Islander's direction. She couldn't help but notice his fine physique as well. Perhaps he only looked better by comparison to the dolphin though, she thought to herself somewhat bemusedly.

"You're far too kind sir," she said with a blush.

[Kasanip]

An Nádur

Before the Main Event - The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn
Ceárnu momentarily looked confused at the way Solana averted her eyes from them. Hmm, many foreigners have been doing the same. In particular around our women... Perhaps this is another way of showing deference, as with the bowing? Or perhaps they are embarrassed by our attire somehow... Ceárnu thinks to himself.
"It's nice to meet you as well, Passiflora of Rubia and Solana of Fernbrake." Aithyn smiled, "The event is rather impressive so far."
Ceárnu pushed his hair out of his face again, "We have heard little of the Free Knights as well, though we did recently hear of the International Humanitarian Law your people proposed. Ceannin Llyeth would be interested in officially signing it on behalf of An Nádur. Ceárnu whispered to Aithyn, Did I say that correctly? Aithyn nodded back subtly.
"We travelled from the snow-covered south through the umm... Grand Canal of the Triumvirate and... No, just the Triumvirate now I suppose. It took many days, nay weeks to traverse the vast oceans North of the Salterri Imperium. We saw many things on the way. There was even this hilarious ale mishap..." Aithyn looked to Ceárnu.
Ceárnu seemed disinterested in elaborating on the hilarious ale mishap, however, "Yes, on average the Younger Races are rather tall, aren't they? Though even the Elves are slightly taller than us..."

Passiflora stood proudly with her hands on her hips when it is mentioned [International Humanitarian Law].
"Oh, your words are well spoken! The work of hospitalers is important for everyone, I think. Of course we are very happy to invite you to sign this law. I am sure we can make such an arrangement during this event. Certainly it is a wonderful way to start new century!"
She bowed politely with hand on her heart.
"As a hospitaler, especially I would like to honor your decision."
Solana continues looking uncomfortable. However her say with a roll of her eyes cannot be missed except by Passiflora.
"It sounds like your journey was very difficult." Solana tried to diplomatically say.


Cree



Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities Delegation

Some time late in the evening Jujak approached the trio of Free Knights. Her grace was carefully refined by a lifetime of training.
“Greetings to you, Heroes of the Chivalric Republic. I hope you are enjoying the festivities! Please forgive us for spoiling the mood with our anger earlier. However, our Good Tyrant felt that this gathering was the best chance we would have to be heard by the world.

As you may have heard, the Tyranny of the Cree is most outraged by the Triumvirate’s sabotage of our combined efforts to defend them. The insult against you has endeared you to us.

I must confess that there was much distaste in our homeland for your Hospitalers. We feel that protecting the lives of soldiers on both sides of a battlefield is an immoral act, as it only encourages wars to go on longer. War is an act of mass murder, and thus there should be no mercy in it.

However! We are pleased by your efforts to protect lifes against natural disasters, and protect those who would fight against unnatural fiends such as Dreadlove. For this reason, Good Tyrant Khoonbish has decided to reward your nation.

The Cree shall change our practices in war, so that we will not be forced to slaughter you if we meet on the battlefield. I am sorry to say that the Good Tyrant will not sign the Uran Convention, because she can not agree to all of it's principles as it is written. She has instead written a sworn oath, that I shall give to you now."

She held out a document in both hands and bowed to Euco of Verbena, as though presenting a gift.

This is what it said...


“In addition to this oath, we are granting other gifts! Beginning immediately, we shall begin exporting Pegasi to the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. Along with them, we shall also send our best instructors to teach your knights the proper means of riding them.

It is our hope that the power to move through the sky will improve your ability to protect the lives of the innocent!

These are our gifts to you, and they are given freely.
We do not ask or demand anything in exchange. However, the region of Vantalaan has been much damaged by our actions. If you can spare it, we beg you please help that region by sending them food.”

Euco of Verbena accepted the document properly with a diplomatic smile. Such a comment by Jujak about hospitaler is the reaction of Passiflora crossing her arms with discontent expression.
"Thank you for your decision. The situation of the Triumvirate is unfortunate, however we must rise above discontent and insult. We are committed to continue to assist against such criminals as Dreadlove. I hope in the future we can support together efforts in this way." Euco gave the document for Solana and Passiflora to read. Then continued.
"I am grateful for the Good Tyrant's reward. It would be unfortunate for our chivalrous hospitalers and Cree's soldiers to show mettle because of misunderstanding." Euco continued. "I think that our people disagree on many principles. However, I think that we can rise above such differences. I look forward to a century where we can work together." She gave a smile to Passiflora.

Passiflora met the eyes of Jujak. She has a conflicted expression, however earnestly speaks.
"I think Lady Euco's words are very chivalrous. However, I also think your words are honorably given, too. I also want to say thank you. As a Free Knight, the Cree are admired for skillful horsemanship. I am sure we can learn many things from your teachers. I have heard about Pegasi, and look forward to learn about them." She paused.
"The situation of the [flying Cree] is troubling. Most people of the free valley cities do not believe the stories. However, after tonight, I think I can believe many strange things. I would like to offer my condolences. Already there are some hospitalers traveling to support The Kingdom of Ashenia. If there is more we can do to help, please tell us. Of Vantalaan, I will proudly go with hospitalers to show our ability. Perhaps we will understand our differences at that time." She bowed politely with hand on her heart. However, there is a fighting spirit, too. Probably determination to challenge such a Cree opinion of hospitalers.

"Sending food should not be so difficult." Solana said. "If it can help, we will send to show our chivalric intentions. I will make such an arrangement after this event. I also would like to offer my condolences." She made such a salute.


OOC: Sorry, I will write response to Gengy and WaylanderX next.

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[TheDarkDM]

Meztli

Catching Meztli in his arms, Senusret lifted her off her feet and twirled her around as he had when she was a child, eventually depositing her back on her feet with a kiss and a smile.

"Meztli! You are a sight for weary eyes. And a regent, now? My pride knows no bounds."

The praise was met with tightness in the eyes of Senseneb and Khensa, for it was that approval which marked station in the household of the Teotlkan. Still, they smiled warmly enough at Meztli's greeting.

"Sister, it is good to see you. Even under such mysterious circumstances."

Khensa's eyes drifted further inland, but her suspicion was quickly drowned out by Senseneb.

"Oh Meztli, you must share all your news with me. Wesley, darling, say hello to my sister Meztli!"

Wesley gazed dumbly at Senseneb before turning towards Meztli and dipping into a very Tzaltec bow.

"Hello, Lady Meztli."

Before she could respond, Nezetkhamun strode from the bowels of the airship, and Wesley's strangeness was momentarily forgotten. At Meztli's call, Nezetkhamun smiled widely.

"Meztli! It is truly a fortuitous event if you are here representing Faedas. I have missed you."

Then Meztli moved to introduce her prince, and the Tzaltec family's eyes became appraising, even predatory. But then he knelt, and their smiles returned.

"Stand up, Prince Grimhammer, please. If you are here as Meztli's guest, you must be a worthy man."

Unlike her sister's pet...

"Come, you two, we'll walk together to the stage and you can tell us of life in Faedas."

Marvella

Before the procession had gone very far, however, the High Priestess of Sycia appeared before them. As she strode towards the Teotlkan, the Unmarked parted before her, their eyes wary but unwilling to impede so close an ally as Marvella. Senusret raised his hand in greeting, only to stop short as Marvella passed him and stopped before Wesley.

"Wesley. You've been doing well, I hope?"

For a moment, the Doge of Guilder seemed confused by the question, until Senseneb gave a gentle tug on the leash around his neck.

"Darling, be polite. High Priestess Marvella asked you a question."

Suddenly, understanding sparked in Wesley's eyes, and he smiled.

"Marvella! So lovely to see you. I will admit I was afraid when I first fell into captivity, but being among my family was the best thing that could have happened to me. I feel like a new man!"

He smiled, and Senusret spoke.

"Greetings, High Priestess. A pleasure to see you, especially under such peaceful circumstances."

Makgrull

Standing atop the utmost layer of the amphitheater, Teotlkan Senusret seemed bemused that the Makgrull had sought out the Tzaltec. As the elder fish man offered his request, Senusret's smile never wavered, though Senseneb giggled slightly at mention of Wesley. The sound seemed to catch the Guilderene's attention, and he smiled at her with glassy eyes. Still, it was Khensa that responded.

"Please thank your Sanctus for requesting an audience with my father. Assure him that the Teotlkan will speak with him once some of this...commotion has died down."

Raising a taloned hand, she gestured towards the literal feeding frenzy going on further down the amphitheater steps. Then Senusret coughed, and looked towards his other daughter. Catching his meaning, Senseneb smiled broadly and led Wesley forward.

"If your Sanctus also wishes words with Guilder, I'm sure Wesley would love to oblige. Wouldn't you, my mighty Doge?"

Wesley blinked several times at the question, his mind seeming to examine it from every angle, even those found in Senseneb's generous decolletage. Finally, his gaze drifted towards the Makgrull and he nodded.

"I'd love to oblige."

[HalfTangible]

Marvella

Before the procession had gone very far, however, the High Priestess of Sycia appeared before them. As she strode towards the Teotlkan, the Unmarked parted before her, their eyes wary but unwilling to impede so close an ally as Marvella. Senusret raised his hand in greeting, only to stop short as Marvella passed him and stopped before Wesley.

"Wesley. You've been doing well, I hope?"

For a moment, the Doge of Guilder seemed confused by the question, until Senseneb gave a gentle tug on the leash around his neck.

"Darling, be polite. High Priestess Marvella asked you a question."

Suddenly, understanding sparked in Wesley's eyes, and he smiled.

"Marvella! So lovely to see you. I will admit I was afraid when I first fell into captivity, but being among my family was the best thing that could have happened to me. I feel like a new man!"

He smiled, and Senusret spoke.

"Greetings, High Priestess. A pleasure to see you, especially under such peaceful circumstances."

The look on Marvella's face as Wesley spoke was somewhere between confusion and shock. Something they'd said had unnerved her.

"... We'll have to talk more privately later." She said quietly, almost like an apology. She turned to look at Senusret, and from the look in her eyes might have been about to throw up on him. "Senusret, isn't it? I don't believe we've met before."

[Kitsanth]

Before the Main Event - The Path Ceannin Llyeth

Ceannin Llyeth proffers the piece of rock without hesitation and pays careful attention to the new nations of the North which were materialising before his eyes. It became more evident as Kazimir goes on that the Western Fae Empire was no more. Llyeth felt a strange mixture of emotions. Relief, for the Northern Lands was no longer plagued by the Empire. Sorrow, as it would not have been an Empire in which An Nádur spent much time were it not for those who lived there. Frustration, awoken once more for those who caused such a thing to have happened to begin. There were many more emotions, but they were faint for Ceannin Llyeth had never lived the legends of the Sixth Age; no Cervidh had for a few generations.

Ceannin Llyeth was about to reply when Kazimir spoke once more. "And now I know what you've really been after. I guess it was much too unlikely that my ancestors would be the only ones to have escaped the fall of the Empire."
We did not escape, we simply moved on. But...

Llyeth locked eyes with Kazimir as he spoke his piece coldly. This was perhaps not a good idea, but I swear this Elf is beginning to frustrate me. Llyeth frowned lightly as Kazimir spoke of the Empire's fall. The Ceannin's hand fell upon the long knife which was hanging from the wide cloth belt as Kazimir spoke of his right to fight Llyeth and took a step back into a readied fighting stance. "My question was not intended to insult you and you should have thought of this, Not-Diplomat Kazimir of House Nisakovich of the Land Niskovia. A vast land including the rolling hills and sparse woodlands of Karintiya. You speak of my inexperiences freely, yet you did not think of your own. How were we to know the Empire fell? I see you, Niskan, but I feel you do not see me. Ceannin Llyeth of An Nádur, currently consisting only of the Kathuan Tribes and a few remnant clans. You know not what we are after and you know nothing of me if you believe I know what a 'Bezdushnyy' is let alone desired to come close to insulting you with the concept; I would not bother being subtle if I truly did wish to insult you. I know, however, you cannot be pureblooded Elf and trusted you. Now you threaten me and claim to have shunned magyk." Ceannin Llyeth slowly eased backward, "We have not and will never shun that which is part of our very being, though much of it was torn away so very long ago." Llyeth knew better than to intimidate Kazimir with narrowed eyes and instead bared the pointed canines of a Cervidh, "If you calm yourself, I can leave if necessary and we may speak again. Or not. It is up to you."

"My apologies," stated Kazimir stiffly, "I have misjudged your intentions, that much is clear to me."

The not-diplomat considered Llyeth's words. Kazimir felt that he was unlikely to make progress here... but he could foist this entire situation onto his cousin and let Jehan figure things out along with giving Llyeth a relatively clean slate to work with. Besides, Jehan's diverse background would likely be more helpful in this case.

"Grand Prince Jehan is at the Shore Stage." Kazimir said suddenly, "You should speak with him. And because I feel you should know to imply that one is Bezdushnyy is to say they have no soul."

Kazimir makes to depart, saying as he leaves, "Oh, and if I were you, I would not call any Niskan an elf."


Elsewheres


Jowan and Merjan were leaving the Art Museum in order to head over to the Shore Stage when they heard raised voices nearby. With their recent escape from the feuding Bordeusi and Caercians, neither felt curious enough to investigate.

"One of your guards is missing." Merjan told Jowan.

Looking around Jowan saw that this was indeed the case, prompting him to muse, "I wonder where Alklyr went?"

[lt_murgen]

Hanna swallowed and managed a weak smile of thanks in the Islander's direction. She couldn't help but notice his fine physique as well. Perhaps he only looked better by comparison to the dolphin though, she thought to herself somewhat bemusedly.

"You're far too kind sir," she said with a blush.

"You must be patient with the Makgrull. They have been awaiting this moment for several years. They are a very curious species." He gave the makgrull a friendly hug. "And they learned most of their language and manners from the sailors of our merchant ships." He rolled his eyes as he spoke.

[Gengy]

The Grand Gala


Why of course! We can begin the conversation any time you like. However, it will of course require a space where our great sovereigns might sit as equals, and away from the eats of the unworthy. Otherwise, I, as Foreign Affairs Mister, have been ordained to speak on her behalf as 'Tyrant's Voice'.

Orator N'tman nods her understanding. "Well of-**click**ing-course! The Sanctus does not feel himself above any whom do be here today. We want to be equals. Would the Good Tyrant be willing to sit upon the throne we 'ear she used during an earlier announcement, and discuss matters upon the Shore Stage? The Sanctus 'as told us he'd like to stay thar, if'n at all possible. He'll move if'n he needs, to, though. He... he really wants to speak with ye."

N'tman leaned in, and whispered, "I can't **squeak**ing tell if he's upset or curious. Maybe a bit o' both. He's too **chirp**ing good at hiding his feelings sometimes. All's I know is he has been wanting a sit down with New Crima for years now."

In her own tongue, N'tman clicked something towards the Shore Stage, and several Makgrull began talking with members of the Seaborne Confederation. Soon, the podium throne that Sanctus Makgrull was sitting in was moved slightly to the left, and the second throne - the one that had been used previously by the Good Tyrant - was being set up again to be equal to, yet opposite of, the Sanctus.


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Makgrull

Standing atop the utmost layer of the amphitheater, Teotlkan Senusret seemed bemused that the Makgrull had sought out the Tzaltec. As the elder fish man offered his request, Senusret's smile never wavered, though Senseneb giggled slightly at mention of Wesley. The sound seemed to catch the Guilderene's attention, and he smiled at her with glassy eyes. Still, it was Khensa that responded.

"Please thank your Sanctus for requesting an audience with my father. Assure him that the Teotlkan will speak with him once some of this...commotion has died down."

Raising a taloned hand, she gestured towards the literal feeding frenzy going on further down the amphitheater steps. Then Senusret coughed, and looked towards his other daughter. Catching his meaning, Senseneb smiled broadly and led Wesley forward.

"If your Sanctus also wishes words with Guilder, I'm sure Wesley would love to oblige. Wouldn't you, my mighty Doge?"

Wesley blinked several times at the question, his mind seeming to examine it from every angle, even those found in Senseneb's generous decolletage. Finally, his gaze drifted towards the Makgrull and he nodded.

"I'd love to oblige."

The older Makgrull gave Wesley an odd look, but snuffled his snout and shook his head, thinking privately. Surface dwellers. Weird creatures, the lot of them. But... they look fun.

"As it pleases ye, then. We do be setting up a throne opposite o' the Sanctus, so that this might be a meeting o' leaders where none might be accidentally insulted." With a wave of his arm towards the stage, this proved to be true. Even now, the stage was being set up with the temporary throne that had been used previously by the Good Tyrant -- and looked as though it might be used again, by the way that Bloodknight Jujak was watching things while talking with another Makgrull.

Looking again at Wesley, and then in the direction of - but not at - the Teotlkan, Orator N'tman says, "We do regret that we have but one chair fer guests of such stature to converse with the Sanctus. If ye do not mind waiting?"

N'tman is intimating that - as far as the Makgrull know - Wesley would be spoken to as an equal leader, just like the Sanctus wants to speak one-on-one with the Teotlkan.

I'd honestly prefer to skip right to the time-bubbling and the chatting, but you're welcome to keep up the verbal dancing with Orator N'tman, if you'd like.


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The Shore Stage


Hanna swallowed and managed a weak smile of thanks in the Islander's direction. She couldn't help but notice his fine physique as well. Perhaps he only looked better by comparison to the dolphin though, she thought to herself somewhat bemusedly.

"You're far too kind sir," she said with a blush.


"You must be patient with the Makgrull. They have been awaiting this moment for several years. They are a very curious species." He gave the makgrull a friendly hug. "And they learned most of their language and manners from the sailors of our merchant ships." He rolled his eyes as he spoke.

Orator N'bbin took stock of the situation, and realized that somehow - in a manner he didn't understand - he has made it awkward. Accepting the hug from Eli Grant seemed to help.

"Yes, lass. Do be forgiving us if'n I have offended ye, somehow. I be trying ta have a friendly chin wag, savy? Tell me, young Hanna-lass, is Ster...kelv... near Mother Sea's shores?" The Makgrull waved his hands at the ocean behind him.


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The Makgrull were approached by Eljak and Kiaris (A Zargrim goblin and a Alzerite human). The two scholars observed the seafolk for a while before approaching them (One that seems to be at least semi important). Eljak took out a stoppered pitcher of Sublime Scotch when approaching.

"Hail oceandweller. This Gala keeps giving surprises! My name is Eljak Jakson, a Bucka from Zargrim. And this fine lady is Kiaris, a colleague of mine. Quite the reveal you guys did there!"

The Bucka Ambassador offered the pitcher to the Makgrull.

"Care for a sip. We are most interested in hearing any stories from your homelands. Of course, we'll share some ourselves. Got a fair lot of ocean dwellers in the Hurosha Empire ourselves, we have. Whadaya say?"

If you want to trade or discuss an alliance, I'd be happy to. For resources, I have Alchemical Seaweed, driftwood, blowstars and fish. As for U13, like I said, I can be reasoned with :smalltongue:.

"Oh. Ahoy there." Close to the Shore Stage, an older looking Makgrull with large eyes and larger than average teeth, looked over at the goblin and human that approached. She certainly seemed important, for occasionally, the Sanctus Makgrull would speak out in their language of clicks and squeaks, and the older Makgrull would stop what she was doing to click back. When she wasn't doing this, the older Makgrull was smiling and chatting in a friendly manner to guests who wanted to speak with the Sanctus Makgrull.

"Tis nice to meet ye, Eljak and Kiaris. Ye may call me Praemonstrator P'tgap. I am one of the Sanctus's chief advisors, I am. What may I do for ye, on this fine day of our great unveiling?" P'tgap is certainly one of the more well spoken Makgrull, from all of those that have been heard so far. Still, she doesn't seem to understand why a pitcher of liquid is being offered to her, and is looking at it curiously.

[Morph Bark]

Salterri HeartlandsThe delegation from the Heartlands soon was seeing a large, stocky, male Makgrull approaching. He moved deliberately, and came to a stop near Imperial Prince Li Aarne. The Makgrull said nothing, but waited, instead, to be talked to first.


Current Time: 6:45 pm

Aarne halted, and his wife and daughter with him. The creature before them looked... odd. He'd seen dolphins plenty of times, as many a Salterri prince spent several months at sea before reaching adulthood, but ones with legs and arms and hands? "Um... hail?" He tried.

Man, this was awkward, especially for someone in line to the throne.

Vice-Gouvernor Pita Túmaris pushed her spectacles further up the bridge of her nose and looked over the creature appraisingly. "My, this is most unusual." Captain Wang Sheng and most of the guards stood by, hands relaxed, but resting on the pommels of their blades.


Dragoweitezca marched straight past the creature, with Shuxian, Aylen and two guards in tow. "Lords, I need me a stiff drink," he grumbled. "Hey!" He turned around, thinking to get his cousin to be useful to him, but she and their charge were gone. The guards shrugged at him. "Forsaken Lady," he cursed.


[The Museum]
"This amazing stuff," Aylen noted, smiling as she looked at the paintings and recovered artifacts. "This all Imperium art? It very beautiful."

Shuxian nodded excitedly. "Yeah! We're known for our ships, mostly, that and silver, which gets shipped around plenty. And salt, but that's also in the sea, so it all comes back to ships!"

[Gengy]

Aarne halted, and his wife and daughter with him. The creature before them looked... odd. He'd seen dolphins plenty of times, as many a Salterri prince spent several months at sea before reaching adulthood, but ones with legs and arms and hands? "Um... hail?" He tried.

Man, this was awkward, especially for someone in line to the throne.

Vice-Gouvernor Pita Túmaris pushed her spectacles further up the bridge of her nose and looked over the creature appraisingly. "My, this is most unusual." Captain Wang Sheng and most of the guards stood by, hands relaxed, but resting on the pommels of their blades.


Dragoweitezca marched straight past the creature, with Shuxian, Aylen and two guards in tow. "Lords, I need me a stiff drink," he grumbled. "Hey!" He turned around, thinking to get his cousin to be useful to him, but she and their charge were gone. The guards shrugged at him. "Forsaken Lady," he cursed.

"Ahoy. Fergive the interruption." With a polite nod towards the Captain and his guards, the Makgrull continues, "I am Orator G'gnin, here on behalf of the Sanctus. When it is **chirp**ing convenient for ye, he would like to speak with ye. It concerns..."

Here, Orator G'gnin pauses, and licks his lips with a long tongue. It is not an unfriendly action, though it is a bit odd to see for those not used to it. It appears the Orator is thinking carefully about what he says next, "...a matter of **click**ing mutual benefit. We be here ta make friends."

Slowly, so as not to disturb the guards, G'gnin leans in and whispers for the Imperial Prince only, "Especially with those close to us already, savvy?"


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This part written with DoomHat's permission

Bloodknight Jujak was trained in many things. The art of the sword, in defense of New Crima. Disembowelment of the enemies of the Good Tyrant. Talking with the many strange, unusual, creatures that lived in Telluris; and doing so in a manner that was not offensive until it had to be. She could see that the Makgrull were trying. They were trying very hard. But this was not a game; it had rules like a game, and sometimes had clear winners and losers. But diplomacy was not a game.

So it was very hard to not laugh, considering that they were new at this. However, Bloodknight Jujak was trained in many things. Discipline was the first. She did not laugh. She saw the teaching moment that this was, and kept her laughter and amusement to herself. Gushing with friendly enthusiasm and excitement, "Stages are made for entertainment, not debate. Throne are made for decrees, not discussion. It is good that you are trying to be friendly, and I am sure that the Good Tyrant would like to speak with you. But... let us do this somewhere less public. It is almost time for dinner. Why do we not have our two sovereigns meet over a meal? I shall help arrange it."

So saying this, Orator N'tman watched and learned as Bloodknight Jujak skillfully smiled and gave polite requests to the helpful Seaborne Confederation staff. Soon, while dinner was being served for all the guests of the Gala, the Sanctus Makgrull stepped away from his throne on the stage, and sequestered himself in a private room nearby, his personal Praestes (guard) standing just outside. Inside the room, it was very bland. Just a table and two chairs. Food had been brought in before the Sanctus had arrived. On the table was a simple meal of fruit and well prepared, grilled fish for the Sanctus; B'tman could smell the difference between the raw fish and the cooked meat, and his stomach grumbled at - for him - was a delicacy.

Sanctus Makgrull B'tman was excited for this meeting, but was doing everything in his power to not let it show. He remained patient, and when Good Tyrant Khoonbish, he stood and nodded politely, and waited for her to sit down before sitting himself again.

"Ahoy. Thank you for seeing me," B'tman said, to start things off. "I hope you don't **squeak**ing mind, but the food here has me stomach a grumbling. Shall we eat first, before we move ta serious matters?"



Current Time: 7:05pm
Dinner is now served. The main dish is grilled fish, but everyone is receiving something for their dietary needs.
New Century: Midnight

[Kasanip]

Hurosha and Alzeroth

Ryena chuckled.

"Why, a duel? I would be happy to accept your challenge after the Gala itself is over. I could use the exercize."

Kialdo nodded.

"Indeed, I am. I wish to discuss the situation in the West. If you would please, could you follow us? We wish to discuss this privately."

When inside a private room, Kialdo speaks up first.

"Thank you for hearing us out, my ladies. As you might have guessed, I wish to discuss an alliance between our people.

After the invasion of Maur and the troubles flowing from that, Alzeroth is seeking nations who would ally themselves with us. We heard that the United Free Cities are an honorable folk. As such, I come to you with the following proposition."

Kialdo takes a scroll out one of his pouches and gives it to Passiflora. The scrolls contains the following:



Below Kialdo's name, one black spot for a signature.

"This is our proposition. If you have any suggestions for alterations, we'll gladly hear them."

Kialdo awaited the response of the knights.
Solana seemed to want to say something, however Passiflora agreed quickly to follow Hurosha.

Passiflora accepted such a scroll. She read it together with Solana.
They regarded each-other with difficult expression.
"This is difficult to say." Passiflora began. Solana stepped forward.
"Minister Kialdo Visontas." She began to say. "Our people have shared a border for a long time. However, not once have you treated us neighborly. When our ancestors and grandparents asked for help during the war with Zuiguo, Alzeroth did not help us. During the years our parents were rebuilding, you did not help us. Then you left your people defenseless to fight a war invading the Ash Kingdom of Maur, and appealed to us to defend them, when a righteous knight should do such a behavior.
When Steward Euco reached out to ease the tensions, your people refused to sign the International Humanitarian Law, and prevented our humanitarian aid to help your suffering people."

Passiflora interrupted.
"Please, calm down Solana. As you can see, there are some troubles, I think. Of course Solana is upset because never has Alzeroth assisted to fight monsters of the Fernbrake." She diplomatically smiled.
"We Free Knights have protected Alzeroth from the ambitions of Zuiguo and the monsters of the south. Solana's ancestors are such a people to have fought chivalrously to defend these freedoms. I think it is better to try to heal the tensions now, of course. Probably the Alzeroth Collective and the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities will not agree about everything. However, I think it is important to begin a good relationship as neighbors.
As a hospitaler, I am happy for the Alzeroth Collective and the Hurosha Empire to sign the International Humanitarian Law. I think it is very chivalrous. I don't understand the rest of this scroll, however."
She regarded curiously Ryena Firegard.
"I am also curious the thoughts of the Empire Hurosha."
"For example, this second position [the signatories hold the] is unclear. Also this [tradepost] and technology. [Sewers]? You must think very poorly for us to not understand this."
She laughed politely.
"However, I think we can make some agreement? I think signing the International Humanitarian Law is a chivalrous example of friendship. I think we can begin to improve our relationship in this way. As a hospitaler, I hope we can be allowed to assist in such a rebuilding and support for your people."

OOC: Sorry, I will write response to Gengy next.


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[Rain Dragon]

The Docks

Makgrull, it would seem, are not much for clothing. Some of them do have ornamentation, such as seaweed necklaces, bracelets, or canes for some of the older ones. However, a few Makgrull here and there do have tattoos. Ceárnu and Malynel quickly catch up to one of the more peculiarly tattooed Makgrull. The design goes along his entire arms, and a larger matching symbol is on his chest.

It looks like two dolphins jumping away from each other over intricately designed wave like symbols are across his chest. The arms have a different symbol; a rotating, swirling upside down spear, as though it has just been tossed away. When he notices the Cervidh and the Elf looking at him, he stops and smiles. "Ahoy there! I see ye! I be Orator H'tman. And what manner of creature be ye, with such pointy fins near yer heads? Don't most **chirp**ing surface creatures have **click**ing round head fins?"

The Docks Ceárnu and Malynel

"Hello! I... what?" Ceárnu scratched his head as Malynel flashed a grin.
"I am here, Orator H'tman. My companion forgets his manners. This is Ceárnu, a Cervidh of An Nádur and I am Malynel, an Elf of An Nádur. Neither of us have fins, so are a mite confused." Malynel scratched behind an ear pointedly at the one who was supposed to be an expert on the various forms of animal life.
Though Ceárnu was clearly caught a little off-guard by the Makgrull, he cottoned on and explained, "We call them ears. Excuse my confusion. Fins help creatures of the sea swim but our ears don't. I don't know about Makgrull, but fish and dolphins don't have ears like these," Ceárnu points at an ear which poked out from his straight brown hair, "instead having just earholes. Our ears are like this to catch and funnel sound. I expect these differences have something to do with the wildly different environments we live in."


Passiflora stood proudly with her hands on her hips when it is mentioned .
"Oh, your words are well spoken! The work of hospitalers is important for everyone, I think. Of course we are very happy to invite you to sign this law. I am sure we can make such an arrangement during this event. Certainly it is a wonderful way to start new century!"
She bowed politely with hand on her heart.
"As a hospitaler, especially I would like to honor your decision."
Solana continues looking uncomfortable. However her say with a roll of her eyes cannot be missed except by Passiflora.
"It sounds like your journey was very difficult." Solana tried to diplomatically say.

Before the Main Event - The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn

Aithyn smiles warmly at the Knights, "It is! Ceannin Llyeth will be in the Gala itself for the main event. Do you know where your table at the Gala is so that he may find you to sign the law?"
The pair of Cervidh looked a little awkward as the Knight bowed and didn't seem sure of an appropriate response. Solana's eyeroll only served to further confuse them.
"It wasn't really, though it may have been for the sailors," Ceárnu replied, "How was your journey to the Gala?"


"My apologies," stated Kazimir stiffly, "I have misjudged your intentions, that much is clear to me."

The not-diplomat considered Llyeth's words. Kazimir felt that he was unlikely to make progress here... but he could foist this entire situation onto his cousin and let Jehan figure things out along with giving Llyeth a relatively clean slate to work with. Besides, Jehan's diverse background would likely be more helpful in this case.

"Grand Prince Jehan is at the Shore Stage." Kazimir said suddenly, "You should speak with him. And because I feel you should know to imply that one is [i]Bezdushnyy is to say they have no soul."

Kazimir makes to depart, saying as he leaves, "Oh, and if I were you, I would not call any Niskan an elf."

Before the Main Event - The Path Ceannin Llyeth

Despite the apology, Kazimir's silence as he considered his words did little to put Llyeth at ease.

"Bye." Ceannin Llyeth's farewell trailed after the Niskan. Well, I hope never to speak with that man again.

"You know, I never learned such in all my time in Fera." Ainiveous was standing right beside Ceannin Llyeth who never had the chance to hear him approach.
Llyeth waved a hand, "Here to embarrass me further, are you?" Llyeth gestured in the direction Kazimir had gone, "How much did you hear and why would you not warn me these people were... Well..."
Ainiveous carefully raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps your query answers itself? I heard only the last few sentences and saw only Kazimir Nisakovich straighten to threaten you. Or at least, the way you responded made it seem such."
"The entire time though the conversation was civil, in parts it was clear the fellow was communicating as though I was beneath him. It became frustrating. He suddenly began to speak to me with ice in his voice. It didn't seem he snapped or any such thing, but instead coldly accused me of having done something which gave him the right to fight me. And with his self confidence, I'm sure he likely thought he could win, too." Ceannin Llyeth eyed the strange Northerner, "I could have brought one of the Elves of the Southern Lands or indeed none at all in your place. What have you been doing in An Nádur if not one to sabotage us? Kazimir seemed convinced I should know more of the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia and seemed suspicious for my knowledge of history coupled with my lack of knowledge of his lands."
Ainiveous' face never changed, though he did tilt his head forward briefly in what could have been seen as deference, "For that I believe I should apologise, though how I was to trust your nation within less than a year I have no idea."
"You could not trust us, clearly, but you did not have to set such a trap! You should leave the Tribe for this."
"I was never a part of your Tribe. While I had better idea of this, the Niskans are very tight lipped about this sort of thing. I shall prove my worth, I suppose, for it is clear your people would be more willing to tell me what I need to know."
Ceannin Llyeth pulled out the feathered headdress adorned with the skull of a large-toothed snow cat from a satchel which was promptly dumped at Ainiveous' feet to carry as though he were but a child started to walk toward the Gala, "You are surely mistaken." Llyeth carefully ensures the headdress is properly in place before detaching the front piece of cloth from the wide belt which held it in place, "You cannot trust An Nádur despite us having done naught to cause such mistrust and you expect-"
"No. I hum... humbly request your assistance." Ainiveous picked up the satchel and caught up to the Ceannin easily without making it seem as though he were hurrying, "I want to learn of Soul Death and how I can stop it happening to my people."
The Ceannin paused. Ainiveous had never shown so much emotion and though the words were bland and chill as the night of the first frost as always, there was a small hint of pain in his voice. Difficult to detect, but there nonetheless. Llyeth looked at Ainiveous as he held out the satchel for the Ceannin to put the piece of cloth into and retrieve the ceremonial fringed cloth to be attached to the back of Llyeth's belt. Though he had been in An Nádur for only a small time, Ainiveous also rifled through the satchel for the Sung Blossom paints.
This man is a dangerous one. Sharp, but...
"Ainiveous Elysius, I will help you if I can just... Please stop going through my satchel. What you seek is not there." Llyeth produced the small containers of paint from a beltpouch and gently took the satchel away from the proud being of the North.

Somewhere Aithyn and Enendil

"I had only heard legends, and only because Hurosha partook in the Sunset War. Look!" Enendil subtly gestured toward one of the Cloudiz featured people present, "They remind me a little of the tales of some of the An Náduri fae of the beginning of the Sixth Age. Toward the end of it, beings described almost precisely the same," Enendil nodded toward the Cloudiz featured person, "were beginning to appear from the East. I thought these were just myths, but..."
"They could be the same as those of the East. Either way, I want to speak with this one." Aithyn grasped Enendil's arm gently but firmly and guided her in the direction of the Cloudiz.

The two women were still wearing naught but long skirts, but had exchanged their belts for matching deep blue ones set with small pieces of clear quartz which sparkled in the light like stars. Aithyn wore an amulet made of wood and quartz and adorned with feathers which rested lightly atop her chest. The tips of Enendil's ears were pierced, her left had a pair of small metal rings and her right had a piece of bone.

((OOC - This post is intended for WaylanderX. :smalltongue: I can describe the above characters in more depth again if necessary.))

Somewhere Ceannin Llyeth, Ainiveous Elysius and Malynel

"Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian, I believe? I see you. My name is Ceannin Llyeth." a Cervidh whose face was adorned with black and white paint beneath an ornate headdress of black and brown feathers, a large-toothed snow cat's skull and teeth sewn in regular intervals along the cloth which fell around his shoulders spoke after approaching the one who matched Ainiveous' description. Malynel and Ainiveous stood slightly behind and at either side of the Ceannin.
"I see you. I am Malynel of the Elves of An Nádur." Malynel hesitantly added.
Were it not for the fact the situation would have become awkward, Ainiveous also introduced himself, Ainiveous Elysius, Guardian of the Peace. Removing the delicate Thorn Circlet from his head, Ainiveous stood unmoving at the Ceannin's left.

EDIT - Typo

[Tychris1]

That is all... We'll now be taking questions if anyone has them.



On his way to the carved out area designated for the Dünfel, Fel Malengorious could not help but overhear the rantings and ravings of one of the tiny fleshlings. The voice sounded particularly motivated and well spoken, smooth to the ear, and so it drew the blazing beast in. Hunching over and going onto his knees, each action caused the earth beneath him to tremble and quake a little, and finally after making himself as small as possible he approached the assembly whilst trying to cause as little collateral damage as possible. He missed the majority of what the female fleshling was talking about, but he did overhear her state that she was available for questioning, and a question he had. With a voice like the fracturing of tectonic plates, Fel Malengorious spoke.

"I have a question. Do you Fleshlings defecate with your metal skin on? It's a rather exposing position to be in, so I'd imagine the metal shell is good incase of ambush."



Current Time: 6:00pm
Dusk: 6:13pm
New Century: Midnight

What happened next, after everyone arrived, is still talked about frequently. The bards, storytellers, and even the world newspapers would all later embellish the facts. The tale that everyone across the world would hear was:



For the Makgrull, this embellishment is probably for the best. While there was dancing, and entertainment appropriate to the theme of Under the Sea, what the crowd actually saw did not involve six whales. Only one. It was perhaps no less impressive, because when pressed, the Makgrull would later admit that getting a whale to do what they wanted - rather than try and eat them - was very difficult.

The setting sunlight bathing the white skinned figure - Sanctus Makgrull B'tman himself - was also an embellishment. He did jump from the whale's back, but his two associates came up from the water's edge to catch him. Only then did they pick up the things they had brought with them, and quickly hop up onto the stage. The Sanctus stepped up onto the wave-crested podium, and then waited for the whale to be subdued again. After the rest of the Makgrull walked up to the shore, and did in fact kneel with their heads turned towards him, the Sanctus spoke.

"Oy, you landlubbers. We're the Makgrull, we are! I'm sure you have questions. Well, belay your bellyaching for a bit, and I'll explain. First, something I gotta do." Though his speech sounded like that of a sailor, his mannerisms and movements were refined and dignified, as though he had been practicing for a while to get this just right.

"Would our mates from th' Seaborne Confederation step up?" Awaiting them to come to the stage, the white-skinned Makgrull leader bows politely when they arrive; an odd dichotomy to his unusual, almost pirate-like speech. "Ye been good to us, keeping the Makgrull secret for all these years. If it hadn't been for the Pono, we probably still be down in the depths of Javey Dones, thinking we was all alone in the Mother Sea.

As leader of the Makgrull, I, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman, do be having a gift for ye." With a wave of his hand, the darker skinned Makgrull on the left came forth, and opened the chest he was holding for all to see. The sunlight - with no embellishment needed from any tellers of tales - hit the contents of the chest with a shine that glimmered and glinted. The diamonds inside were of a strange mix of sea-blue and orange, and though they were uncut gems, they still held a certain amount of perfection that enraptured many of the nearby guests.

"This be but a small token of our desire to cement our friendship with those of different waters. A thank you, for allowing us to hold such a grand party on your shores, and working with us as mates to get it all planned out and proper like.

The Makgrull be happy to provide any of our friends that which we be able to, so long as there nary be a scurvy dog what tries to..." Here, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman paused, and clicked something in his own tongue to the female Makgrull beside him. Their conversation was brief, no more than a few seconds of chattering chirps. Then the Sanctus was speaking again, "Forgive me. If'n ye cannot tell, we learned our words from sailors, so there be some foul-ups here and again. As I t'were saying, we're happy to trade with any new friends. We're not looking to cross no one, just trying to learn more about that which is not from our own depths."

"We are the Makgrull, we are. And we're here." Sanctus Makgrull B'tman bowed his head in a small dip of respect, but for those paying attention, he did not actually take his eyes off the crowd. It was just the right height for someone acknowledging assembled persons of such stature, like that which was here, without actually acknowledging anyone as a better. It was a bold statement, said in a single gesture, for those who understood. We do not answer to anyone, but see all as equal.

"Don't let no one tell you different, aye?" With that, the Sanctus Makgrull politely accepted the stone tablets that the female had been holding, and carried them with him.

As he got off the podium, a resounding affirmation from the other Makgrull answered his question, "AYE-AYE, Sanctus!"

They then began to clap. Makgrull were not used to clapping. They found the lack of water resistance fun, and the sounds that they made even more fun. It helped that soon, other members of various dignitary parties were politely clapping as well.

It was clear now, from the way the Sanctus took up a position on the ornate ocean-themed throne - the podium's unusual design now became clear, as it allowed him to use it as a carefully crafted seat - that this was his party.

And it was just getting started.


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Fel Malengorious watched the Makgrull Sanctus give his speech, as Bregün sat in her chair passively gazing at the sunset, and Garün fiddled with the obsidian knife he carried to carve some trees into ammunition for his bow. As the speech continued, with talks of friendship and trade, Fel Malengorious' eyes grew wider and wider with each sentence, his jaw droping slightly at what he was witnessing. By the end of it, he could take no more, and the great Fel of the Everburning Horde fell into laughter, literally falling onto his romp and throwing his head towards the sky to howl in glee. Coming to control himself, Malengorious ceased his thunderous uproar to look back at his mercenaries.

"This is.... The most adorable thing.... Heh... I have ever seen. Garün, remind me to try and see abiut getting one of these things as a pet on the way back home."

For their part, Garün and Bregün managed to hold onto their professionalism and simply nodded their supplication to their chieftan. Standing up, Fel Malengorious awaited the construction of his seat, and in a sudden burst of knowledge he came upon an epiphany.

"Speaking of things I want, where's the food we were promised for doing this anyway? Garün go see about getting us some food."


Dünfel Arrival

Among the crowds of people who can see the arrival of the Dünfel, two Free Knights were running with swords drawn.
"Passiflora! Help the injured man!" Solana shouted as she swiftly ran along the railing towards the giant fire monsters.
"Yes! Excuse me! Clear a path! Hospitaler coming through!" The ordering voice of course was Passiflora's as she showed the armband like a shield. Passiflora's smile was gone as she dutifully ran toward the injured Richard Stowe.

Solana wasn't certain how to face these monsters. But the steam and fire was a challenge. Certainly it was larger than the usual Fernbrake monster. Usual tactic must be the same. Most important, however was courage. A Free Knight doesn't give up! Solana slid to a stop on the beach between the crowd and monster. However, two more monsters were appearing from ocean.

"You, fiery giant monsters!" Solana called out. "Stop your disruption-" She began to yell. However, at such a time, the guide Delliah appeared. Suddenly the situation was very complicated.

"He's ok!" Passiflora announced from beach, wrapping injured Richard's head with bandages.
"No way!" Solana disagreed with disbelief. She looked between the guide and the Dünfel. Slowly her sword was lowered. "What's going on, here?" She demanded the explanation.

Fel Malengorious looked down at the Fleshling Women dressed in robes, then at the Fleshling women dressed in metal shells, and scratched his head. Bregün and Garün for their part took a fierce military stance, Bregün hoisting her makeshift stone shield in front of her, while Garün positioned himself behind her and brandished an obsidian knife that looked more like a cleaver. The two Dünfel, in a wordless display of tenacity and experience formed a congealed combat stance, each one covering the others holes as they stared down at the armed fleshlings.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding. We're not here to burn and pillage everything, we're the.... Ah what did the Fleshlings call it again? Honored Gala Security? Something like that,"

Turning around, Fel Malengorious looks at his two Dünfel grunts and promptly shouts.

"Bregün! Garün! We don't just start pulling out knives the instant a fleshling runs at it! Now stop acting like you were trained in a crevasse and get yourselves in line."

Grunting in affirmation, Bregün slung her ramshackle shield back onto her back, and Garün sheathed his jagged blade in its holster. Shaking his head in annoyance, Fel Malengorious looked back down at the Free Knights and presented them with the Boat he had accidentally procured from the Fisherman.

"Would you like this cup? It's full of water that I can't drink. I hear that fleshlings enjoy drinking water and touching things, like wood. This is made of wood."

[Reggiejam]

Meztli

Catching Meztli in his arms, Senusret lifted her off her feet and twirled her around as he had when she was a child, eventually depositing her back on her feet with a kiss and a smile.

"Meztli! You are a sight for weary eyes. And a regent, now? My pride knows no bounds."

The praise was met with tightness in the eyes of Senseneb and Khensa, for it was that approval which marked station in the household of the Teotlkan. Still, they smiled warmly enough at Meztli's greeting.

"Sister, it is good to see you. Even under such mysterious circumstances."

Khensa's eyes drifted further inland, but her suspicion was quickly drowned out by Senseneb.

"Oh Meztli, you must share all your news with me. Wesley, darling, say hello to my sister Meztli!"

Wesley gazed dumbly at Senseneb before turning towards Meztli and dipping into a very Tzaltec bow.

"Hello, Lady Meztli."

Before she could respond, Nezetkhamun strode from the bowels of the airship, and Wesley's strangeness was momentarily forgotten. At Meztli's call, Nezetkhamun smiled widely.

"Meztli! It is truly a fortuitous event if you are here representing Faedas. I have missed you."

Then Meztli moved to introduce her prince, and the Tzaltec family's eyes became appraising, even predatory. But then he knelt, and their smiles returned.

"Stand up, Prince Grimhammer, please. If you are here as Meztli's guest, you must be a worthy man."

Unlike her sister's pet...

"Come, you two, we'll walk together to the stage and you can tell us of life in Faedas."


"It's been a bit chaotic with the events of recent years," Meztli explained as they walked, "With the Queen accused of oath breaking, the death of Huanle, and the conversion work in Razdis. And the war of course, even without direct participation in these recent years the drills were enough to drive one mad. The Queen has learned more and more the value of family, blood and chosen."

"More and more has internal administration fallen to the Princes, and to Meztli to carry through on orders of the Queen," Artur added, "With the cleanses to the Aristocracy and the Court things have come to run much smoother and all the Princes are thankful to her for that. We'd nearly thought another Prince would be added after that saber rattling regarding the Pax Varinel but our holy Queen kept the scavengers away. Not that they had anything against the Freehold, and Sanctuary would have brought righteous fury upon them for trying, but it was good it did not come to that."

"I don't know how aware you are of the events at the Quorum but needless to say the Queen found it ultimately to be a waste of everyone's time and a horrifying breach of etiquette by the King of Ashenia. It's why I've been authorized to issue a decree regarding it here at this Gala, once we see what all this mysterious fuss is about."

Artur was examining the Doge Wesley now, "I've heard much about the Guilderenes, I've never met one so polite or docile. It's like a Bucka I suppose, enough reminders and even they can learn, eh?"

[Kitsanth]

Somewhere Ceannin Llyeth, Ainiveous Elysius and Malynel

"Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian, I believe? I see you. My name is Ceannin Llyeth." a Cervidh whose face was adorned with black and white paint beneath an ornate headdress of black and brown feathers, a large-toothed snow cat's skull and teeth sewn in regular intervals along the cloth which fell around his shoulders spoke after approaching the one who matched Ainiveous' description. Malynel and Ainiveous stood slightly behind and at either side of the Ceannin.
"I see you. I am Malynel of the Elves of An Nádur." Malynel hesitantly added.
Were it not for the fact the situation would have become awkward, Ainiveous also introduced himself, Ainiveous Elysius, Guardian of the Peace. Removing the delicate Thorn Circlet from his head, Ainiveous stood unmoving at the Ceannin's left.

Somewheres before the Dinner

Jehan had been discussing possible implications of the Makgrull reveal with Tansyn when he was approached. He turned, the gems braided in his hair making a gentle tinkling sound as he did so. At some point during the evening he had changed from the casual outfit he worn for his arrival at the Gala into the formal attire more typical of Niskan nobility.

"Greetings to you Ceannin Llyeth and Malyn of the An Nádur, I am honoured to make your acquaintance." Jehan bows, seeming to ignore Ainiveous for the moment. "Allow me to introduce you both to my wife, Princess Tansyn of Jarrland."

With the formal greetings between people who have not yet met out of the way, the Grand Prince regards the surprising member of this unusual trio.

"Ainiveous, it is an honour," Jehan bows. "Strange, that our paths should converge here of all places. The last report I received from Halja claimed that your disappearance was the result of a rival who had managed to kill you and then had subsequently thrown your body into the depths of Auf-Graundas. I am glad that this is not the case," though the Grand Prince was perplexed by Ainiveous' presence, he decided not to outright question him, and merely said, "your people will surely rejoice once they learn that you still live."

"May I ask what has prompted you to seek me out?" Jehan asks, addressing Llyeth directly.

[Kasanip]

Makgrull


The large male Makgrull that Passiflora and Solana approached looked down at them, twisting his head and crossing his arms to cover a large scar on his chest from an old wound. He looks uncomfortable being here, but is making an effort. He does not seem to speak as well as the other Makgrull, though he does try. "Ahoy. I **click**ing see you. I am Praestes K'vfin. I guard."

He points one thumb over at a smaller, female Makgrull. Being trained knights, Passiflora and Solana both noticed that where other Makgrull have a small fin on their arms, the female does not; not on her left arm. In it's place is a nasty looking scar. It looks to be about as old as the one on Praestes K'vfin's scar is, judging by the coloring. In fact, based on the unusual shape of both scars, it is almost as if they came from some similar sources.

"She be Praemonstrator T'lly. I watch. I keep her safe. Had to learn **squeak**ing surface tongue to keep doing it." Looking even more uncomfortable, K'vfin moved one hand to scratch the back of his head. "Had to learn **chirp**ing dance too. Took long time. Chief Orator T'chep very tough to please, aye. Insisted we practice for **click**ing ever! Is not easy, keeping just head above water. And do not ask about whale. Whale... dumb. Very dumb."

With a glance over at Praemonstrator T'lly, Praestes K'vfin could not help suppress a grin. The Praemonstrator was talking to some other guests nearby, and she was all smiles and laughter. The laughter of Makgrull was high pitched, but not unpleasant. It was like a soft bell. Almost as a whisper, K'vfin said aloud, "Worth it, though."

After a few seconds of staring, K'vfin shook his head, and visibly tried to relax. Remembering that there were other people here, he nodded at the Free Knights. "What are... Knights? Are they like **squeak**ing Sailors?"

Makgrull are only slightly taller - on average - than the average human. The shortest one here is 170 centimeters (roughly 5 foot 6 inches), and the tallest is about 215 centimeters (roughly 7 feet tall). K'vfin is closer to that end at 200 centimeters tall. Still, he is very bulky in muscle mass, so it can make him look big when up close.

Solana continued to stare with reproachful eyes, however both free knights seem a little confused.
"Dancing isn't very difficult for a knight." Solana said.
"I am sure it is more difficult in water." Passiflora tried to diplomatically say. "I think it is wonderful."
(I don't understand what he's saying!)
(I think he doesn't like whales.)
(I understood that!)
"I suppose whales are the large ones?" Solana asked diplomatically. Passiflora covered her face in embarrassment.
"Solana, of course those are whales." She moaned.
"Don't act like it's not your first time to see one, too!" Solana muttered. She straightened up and assumed a dignified pose.
"A knight is not like a sailor." She said proudly.
"To be courageous when confronting enemies. Always to be trustworthy and honorable. To protect the helpless and always bravely preform chivalrous action." She saluted politely with hand on her heart. "These are things that knights are."
"Especially as Free Knights we are not soldiers of kingdoms. We have protected the people of United Free Cities. Maybe it can be said we are like knights-errant." Passiflora joined explanation. She seemed to have recovered from embarrassment for Solana. "It has a very romantic and chivalric feeling." Solana nodded to show agreement.

"Our country is far away from the ocean." She explained. "So we don't know about Makgrull. You are guarding Praemonstrator T'lly? It seems like you have memories of battle."

Humans of Chivalric Republic of United Free Cities are short. Maybe tall is 160 - 170 cm.

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[WaylanderX]

Hurosha and Alzeroth

Solana seemed to want to say something, however Passiflora agreed quickly to follow Hurosha.

Passiflora accepted such a scroll. She read it together with Solana.
They regarded each-other with difficult expression.
"This is difficult to say." Passiflora began. Solana stepped forward.
"Minister Kialdo Visontas." She began to say. "Our people have shared a border for a long time. However, not once have you treated us neighborly. When our ancestors and grandparents asked for help during the war with Zuiguo, Alzeroth did not help us. During the years our parents were rebuilding, you did not help us. Then you left your people defenseless to fight a war invading the Ash Kingdom of Maur, and appealed to us to defend them, when a righteous knight should do such a behavior.
When Steward Euco reached out to ease the tensions, your people refused to sign the International Humanitarian Law, and prevented our humanitarian aid to help your suffering people."

Passiflora interrupted.
"Please, calm down Solana. As you can see, there are some troubles, I think. Of course Solana is upset because never has Alzeroth assisted to fight monsters of the Fernbrake." She diplomatically smiled.
"We Free Knights have protected Alzeroth from the ambitions of Zuiguo and the monsters of the south. Solana's ancestors are such a people to have fought chivalrously to defend these freedoms. I think it is better to try to heal the tensions now, of course. Probably the Alzeroth Collective and the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities will not agree about everything. However, I think it is important to begin a good relationship as neighbors.
As a hospitaler, I am happy for the Alzeroth Collective and the Hurosha Empire to sign the International Humanitarian Law. I think it is very chivalrous. I don't understand the rest of this scroll, however."
She regarded curiously Ryena Firegard.
"I am also curious the thoughts of the Empire Hurosha."
"For example, this second position [the signatories hold the] is unclear. Also this [tradepost] and technology. [Sewers]? You must think very poorly for us to not understand this."
She laughed politely.
"However, I think we can make some agreement? I think signing the International Humanitarian Law is a chivalrous example of friendship. I think we can begin to improve our relationship in this way. As a hospitaler, I hope we can be allowed to assist in such a rebuilding and support for your people."
[/SPOILER]

OOC: Hehe, sorry, I though I saw on the Tech table that you did not have the Sewer tech, my bad. Also, I didn't have enough time to read the post through it seems. Sorry for that.

Kialdo bowed his head in apology.
"And for those things, I must give my deepest apologies on behalf of the Alzerite people. I was young when the Free Cities approached me. Young and foolish. When Maur began it's assault, that quickly changed. I stood face to face with death, and the only thing going through my mind was the well-being of my people. I learned since then, and am willing to make amends.

The war with Zuiguo was one the Ministers disapproved of, my ladies. Back then, the Ministers still had a very significant amount of power. Enough to overrule me if they all agreed with one another. Which happened back then.

When Steward Euco reached out, he reached out to the then corrupt Ministers. In those days, I was still bound to them. They massively voted against war, and I was forced to keep Alzeroth's armies at home. If I had the autority back then that I had now, Alzeroth would have battle valiantly besides you."

A shred of anger shot in his voice in his next statement.

"Left Alzeroth undefended you say? I left my heir in change, my ladies, together with an army. Maur was Alzeroth's biggest threat, one that threatened to kill off the inhabitants themselves. I would never leave Alzeroth undefended. Not then, and not now.

That said, we are indeed neighbours, and even although I do not possess great knowledge about the Free Cities themselves, I want to better our relationship. If you ask for help defending your homeland, if you would allow us, Alzeroth will help."

Ryena stood up and spoke:

"I would wish to apologize as well, ladies of the Free Cities. Alzeroth did not possess the technology to create a good sewer system. Hence we thought you wouldn't as well. If you wish, we can supply another technology which is of use to you, if we manage to write up a treaty."

"We heard many great things about the Free Cities. The honor and valor of the Hospitalers is well known, even in lands as far away as Hurosha. As such, it would be our honor if we could manage to cooperate with one another.

The Empress bowed her head apologetically.

"It appears I made a mistake in writing up the scroll. I'll erase the unclear parts."

"May I ask what you would propose as a starting point for starting relationships between our people, Lady Solana, Lady Passiflora? It is clear that we do not think alike at this point."

[SamBurke]

Behind them followed an unlikely pair. One was immediately recognizable as Wesley, the Doge of Guilder, despite the muted blacks and reds of his decidedly Tzaltec garb. On his wrists were clasped golden bracers that almost seemed manacles, an impression only enhanced by the very real golden collar and chain being held by the woman standing beside him. She was Senseneb, another of Senusret's daughters, herself wearing a daring gown of black and gold scales. Rounding out the procession was the Xiuhtlatec Nezetkhamun, his pitch black robe billowing behind him, gleaming with the red light that seeped from beneath his black scales.

"Hello. Hello. He-he-llo," Wesley mumbled to himself, doing his best to sound Tzaltec. It wasn’t the best impression of a Teotklan, but it would do.

The man stayed quiet, rubbing his hands together and twitching a little. He stayed close to Senseneb, almost hiding behind him. To some it would seem as if he was trying to disappear from the public eye… now that was deeply disappointing, and not at all what he was “trained” for, but, again, this was one of his first excursions out into the wide, unfriendly, unTzaltec world. It would do.



[The Priestess and the Acolyte]

Marvella's immediate reaction upon realizing that the Tzaltec had arrived was to make her way towards them. She had split off from Eirlys earlier (Eirlys had made an excuse about chatting up with some dignitary the High Priestess had never heard of) but she wasn't tossing aside Eero any time soon. As the airships set down and the zealots filed out, a frown grew on her face. It only deepened on seeing the state Wesley was being kept in. He looked healthy, but that didn't stop her concern.

"Eero, guardsmen, I will return shortly."

She calmly made her way forward towards the Doge. She pressed her way through the guards and unmarked, moving like water through cracks in a stone. It would later be said by those in the procession that the eerie silence of the Tzaltec arrival was matched only by Marvella's seeming ability to flow through the crowd of dragon cultists untouched.

She stopped when she reached the son of Vizini, and her frown remained fixed on her face. Her expression softened after a moment. "Wesley. You've been doing well, I hope?"
Wesley looked up, eyes glazed over with incomprehension. Who was this white woman, and why was she talking to him? What she important? Was she dragon-blooded? Would Senruset want him to “enshrine” her like the others? And perhaps the most important question of all: why would he think he remembered her? But somehow, he knew the answers to all of those questions.

He glanced up to his handlers, as if for confirmation. One of them turns quickly towards him, and he avoids eye contact for a moment, before returning the gaze steadily, as he knew he should.

”Do I have permission to speak?"

After a confirmation, he turned back to Marvella. ”I have been doing well, and have not" twitch ”Had anything but joy in my" twitch ”Time in dear uncle’s house!" twitch twitch. ”I feel quite good. Quite happy. Quite in my place. Quite Tzaltec, in fact." A full body tremor escaped, and Wesley shook from the crown of his head all the way down to his feet, with each limb of his body flailing a little. The tremor in his hand stayed as he raised one hand and leaned on the Unmarked standing next to him. The man, of course, afforded him every support possible.

”I do have one" twitch, slow tremor ”Question for you though…" Pause in words, strained face, but no twitch. One of the handlers patted him on the back. A good reward for good work, controlling those muscles. ”Who are you?"


"Teotlkan Senusret. Welcome." Meishan fluttered just off the ground, her legs tired from standing.
Eli Grant seemed a bit concerned. "Oh, we did not realize you were bringing a...." he gazed at the manacles on Wesley. "guest. Does your guest require a private room?" He asked diplomatically.

”I - am - not - a - guest." Wesley walked up, body shaky, but the chains gave him some form of support. ”I - am - Senruset’s. What -other -rooms - would - I - have?" He tilted his head oddly. For a moment, it appeared that the room was swirling… perhaps that was what the funny peasant was speaking of? They might have a room that spun around less, and that did sound good.




TIME BUBBLE 1: SYCIA
After the Acolyte
After Marvella finishes her conversation with the remains of Wesley, she notices a tall komola off to the side, staring intently at the conversation. The woman is clearly trying to remain incognito, what with pretending to brush her fur, and occasionally glancing in other directions. But, as the High Priestess takes note of their watcher, the komola waves her over.

”As a woman of his past, to another woman of his past, I was wondering if we could talk… of course there is talk of our nations to consider, and trade is never far from a Guilderene mind I’m told… but I am concerned more with him.

“I am sorry if my words are hard to understand… I’m told my accent is still very thick... The komola struggles, and then slows her voice. ”I believe that we have not been met? I am Kuku Lelian, first ring-wife of Doge... She stops. ”How is he?"



TIME BUBBLE 2: THE MAGKRULL
An Offer You Can’t Refuse
Kuku Lelian, Acting Doge of the Guilderene Expanse, didn’t seem like someone from Guilder proper. No, her short-cut outfit and scarcely-adorned leather attire would have marked her as a warrior. Despite that, the bands around her neck and bronze on her hilts showed that she was, without doubt, royalty of Guilder. Her fur and long ears, however, indicated that she was not any natural citizen of the Expanse, instead hailing from Pennocident.

Her tale was a long one; and though not as romantic as that of Vizini and Dulari, was full of just the same twist and turn, up and down. For now, she was near the bottom of a down, in a slump of pain, as it were. Alone, still learning the language, forced to rule a nation in the midst of turmoil, and at war with her own people. There were komolan dead upon the fields of Frontier, a select few of her fellow beast folk dead on the floor of the strait, and more in the skirmishes between. The past few years had turned her hair steadily towards grey, and the air about her steadily away from its former gaiety.

This event, though, promised to turn that around. First and foremost, it was time to talk to those funny little (big!) dolphin-men. She scanned the crowd, looking around… apparently, the gold shipments that kept disappearing were because of these folk, which sounded like an opportunity. And if she knew one thing about being Guilderene, it was that if there was an opportunity, she had to stick her nose in.



TIME BUBBLE 3: OPEN
Remembering Wesley, and Wesley Remembering
Wesley trudges onwards, doing his best to keep up. If he were to fall behind, then the chain would dig into his neck again, ever so lightly… no. He couldn’t fall apart like he did before. His words to Meitzl were perfect, and that was just what he needed to act like. The performance in front of Marvella was simply not allowed. Not allowed.

There at the front of his memory was a question. Why? Why should it matter? The answer, of course, was that he had to be above others; that was his destiny. To be great and grand, rule over men and creatures with an iron fist to dominate the world.

Yet there was another thought. Didn’t he have another purpose, too? Wasn’t he supposed to do… something else?


Wesley breathed deeply, letting the anger wash out of him. He could feel the chill down his spine, the cool calm of Yphine deep in his core. Auntie Marvella had given him a few tips on how to focus on the goddess, of course, but this calming was, as far as he knew, something new.

He was a new, different person, to say the least. Not warlike in the least —though the same could be said of Father Vizini— and most looking forward to the required Dogal presence at religious functions, not these war-rooms. Yet here he was, following behind father up the stairs to the central war-room, deep in the belly of the Titan.

“Son, tell me again where our fronts are,” Vizini commanded. There wasn’t much anger in his voice, but still an edge of insistence. It was still the first darkness in the Sunset War, and there were many.

“Frontier, Clanships, Planinfrag, Bormlyn, Domhan, Rannara, Sympol, Druguard, Haiwaste-Heartwaste-Skarval-Aimplach-Keldagrim, and Maos.”

“Not Maos or Druguard; those troops have been moved. Guilder itself is only involved on three of those fronts: which are they?”

Wesley focused his core again, concentrating on the gentle release of his exhale. This was foolish; Father was the best military commander in Guilder, and would be leading the charge. Besides that, with his blood, he would not --could not-- die for many years to come. Why was Wesley here at all?

“Which three, son?” Vizini’s voice was harsher, more forceful.

“Clanships, Planinfrag, and Sympol.”

One of the generals in the back spoke up. “There’s talk of a southern fleet from Tzatelclan! We need to shift—“

Vizini placed his hand over the man’s mouth, gently. “No,” he said. “We will not shift again unless there is more than talk. There has been more than enough of that thus far. The correct answer, son, is Frontier, Planinfrag, and Sympol. Tell me why those three?”

“Why?”

“Correct, son! NOW!” His voice grew dark, and he leaned in towards him. "Tell me why we chose those the—"

“Why?” Wesley asked back, anger creeping into his voice and face displaying odd emotion.

“Why... what, son?” Vizini had genuine confusion splashed across his face.

“Why am I even here? I know that we have the war, that we must defend our territories. I know—have seen the monstrosities of Glazfell and Tzalteclan. But why does that mean that I must stand here and listen as we discuss the wisdom of moving 1,000 Rhino riders from Frontier to hold the lines at Clanships? You know that I have no skill, nothing to offer. You know that this very place blocks my connection to good in spirits. You may not hear the screams in the walls, but I do. So I repeat: Why. Am. I. HERE?”

Vizini sighed. “Son… we need to talk.” He waved his hands to the generals who remained in the room, and they bowed and withdrew. “You are, as you know, the next Doge in the line of Tumberink the Unifier. You represent a proud folk, whose blood has kept Guilder in a straight path… However there have been a few twists in that path. Those twists now must be set straight.

“I spent 7 years working in Raneeka, but those were not enough. I gave the world peace from the MECKs, and then further destroyed their designs, but that was not enough. I turned Guilder around, and raised you, a great young man… but my actions were not enough.”

Wesley, however, seemed unable to draw the dots together. “I don’t… understand?”

“I know son… You are different from all the Unifiers before you. Perhaps it was Dulari’s influence, or Marvella’s, but you are different.”

“Oh I know that, father. I have no skill with people, no ability to trade or make bargains. I’m the least Guilderene man, woman, child, or runt to come from Tumberink’s line.”

Vizini laid his hands on the man’s shoulders. “Son, that does not matter. I must step down, and you must step up. That is the way it must be.”

Finally, the light dawned, and Wesley’s mind began to leap forward. “Thus you need me here to learn tactics… to know the generals… to begin connections and learning how to rule… so that when you step down it is natural… and from a military perspective…”

“No one will feel the difference. You, son, are brilliant. With the spirits and with your own mind. Sometimes, yes, you are trapped inside and cannot speak to others, but yet, other times, your brilliance stuns even me. You are the right Doge for this era, the right man for the swords. I believe you to be a far better candidate than me, or any general or Prince we have. You have much potential, much opportunity, if only it can burst forth. So… I ask you…”

“Yes.”

Vizini stopped in mid-sentence and smiled. “When I step down, you shall take up my mantle, and then cast aside its stains?”

“Yes.”

The Doge stepped towards his son, and the two embraced. “The future of Guilder….”

“Is assured." Wesley smiled. This warmth inside of him was what most people called "joy", wasn't it? That was one of the things he felt least, and he liked it. Father was right, wasn't he? He would do something great for Guilder, no matter how their enemies assaulted.

Why did he think he was remembering that? He wasn't a Guilderene prince, was he? No, that wasn't what Senruset had said, so it couldn't have been true. But why did he keep remembering things like that?

TIME BUBBLE 4: RAJURDIC UNION, FORMERLY THE TRIUMVERATE
The Faithful Few

It is Kuku Lelian herself, Acting Doge of the Guilderene Expanse, who comes to the delegation of the Rajurdic Union. For a moment, she is confused as to who to speak to, before finally deciding on Madhav Roberts. ”I have come to give you great gift of my new people. We are grateful for you and your warriors, and for their strength alongside us. You have kept from conquering many of our lands, and we thank you. Whatever may happen to Guilder in the future, you stood and with us." She finishes her speech and bows.

Behind her comes an attendant, bearing two bronze scimitars, of Guilderene make. Inscribed in the haft of the blade of the first are the words “Rajurda Stood With Us.” and for the second, “Raaneka Stood With Us."

The sword is large and ornate, with a shaping-wood handle, able to fit and mold to the user’s exact grip. Further, the blade is covered in gold etchings, finest work of the finest filigree. These etchings curve back and forth, telling the various tales of the story. They tell of ferocious last stands, Guilderenes, Serendels, Raanekans, Huroshans, Razdissi, Ashenians, and more all fighting to the last, conquering or riding heroically.

The scenes themselves focus on the bravery of the soldiers, including the last stand of the Grizzland at the second battle of Frontier. It depicts their great valor in felling one of the Dunfel, and shows how they protected the retreat, allowing many hundreds to survive by their bravery.

The Rajurdic Union now contained many allies of Guilder, and if it were possible, all of its many soldiers should be given some better representation, some personal memory. But the deaths known… made it undoable, by any feat of men or spirits yet present. Still, Guilder tried.

Many pictures and stories are told on the long blade, and would take some time to fully examine. Lelian, however, interrupts lightly. ”It is not equal to your many men lost, and cannot even begin to explain depth of our gratitude. But Guilder felt it worse to not speak to our debt, and so we have placed it for displaying." She bows deeply, and holds open her arms. ”We consider you our brothers."




TIME BUBBLE 5: ASHENIA
Ashenian Solidarity

Acting Doge Kuku Lelian is led into the presence of King Kellan, and show bows deeply to him, respecting his advisors as well. ”You, great king of the Ashenians, I wish to speak gratefulness unto. Those of Guilder… were beset on every side. With a hundred thousand arrayed against that nation, and death staring us in the eyes, we could only turn to our allies… and you were among those allies. You were there for us, with us, fighting alongside."

She bows her head, thinking over the battle, with her people on both sides, and loved ones taken by all. ”This war… terrible. Your defense in Clanships… honorable. We will remember you, for as long as our people and yours continue to exist upon Telluris." There were, in fact, already markers in place in the Clanships. The forests had moved aside for the army of its defense, and many of the trees moved together to form monuments and homes for them… and even after the battle, remained that way in memory. But few Ashenians had died that day, but not for lack of trying: they stood in the the thick of the battle, saving the lives of many Clansmen.

”We present you with a feeble token of our gratitude, and hope that spirit behind it is recognized, magnified great."

She holds up a magnificent scimitar and scabbard-belt, formed in the Dogal style. It was, in fact, one of only 7: each presented to the great allies of Guilder, who stood with it, and the last given to its liege for its honor. This blade, though, is carved specifically to Kellan, reading, “Ashenia Stood With Us” in golden script.

The sword is large and ornate, with a shaping-wood handle, able to fit and mold to the user’s exact grip. Further, the blade is covered in gold etchings, finest work of the finest filigree. These etchings curve back and forth, telling the various tales of the story. They tell of ferocious last stands, Guilderenes, Serendels, Raanekans, Huroshans, Razdissi, Ashenians, and more in their heroism. It depicts the Ashenians upon their horses, a glittering wall equal to the Shintouite towers littering the landscape. It depicts their long march, the hardships of a thousand-mile trek across the world, for their allies.

The last thing to notice, however, may be the most personal. With the sword are inscribed words and poems from Guilderene soldiers saved by the Ashenian charge, all bound into a book. This book is presented three hundred pages thick, to Kellan himself.

”This is the full writ of our men’s praise. You have saved thousand lives, and they all give thanks for you, as do I.

“Thank you."



TIME BUBBLE 6: HUROSHA
Guilder Guilders for the Guilderenes

An old man is wheeled towards the Huroshan Delegation, bowing low to the ground, and requesting an audience with Ryena. When asked, he presents his diplomatic license, certified from Guilder, with a full explanation as well. Of course, he’s in a very, very comfortable wheel chair, so the explanation is done less by him, and more by an eager young boy reading off the credentials.

“Served as Guilderene Delegate to the Quorum of the Pax Varinel…” the boy drones.

“Aye…” The old man coughs, breath fading. ”Some of you may remember me… I stirred up quite the trouble there, though I hear that a young blood is doing a good job for me this time around!" He coughs more, and there’s a little blood in the handkerchief when he pulls back, but the man ignores it.

”You know, of course, that I can’t really tell you my name… It’d ruin the secret, ya see! But I can tell you something else, because it’s what I’ve been sent to say…" He pauses for a breath.

”Guilder —the country, not just me— is grateful beyond reckoning for your work in defending us. Your troops fought and died beside ours in Rannara, and we owe a debt of gratitude to your people.

“When we needed you…" he coughed, waving for his aide to bring him some water. ”Oh, I’m coughing just like Philos was… I guess death catches up to even old Guilderenes. But as I was saying, our people are indebted to our gratitude. We see now quite clearly that the people of the world stand against injustice, and stand together to defend against tyrants. As your people say, you have proven your Prowess, and manyfold times over."

He leans forward slightly in his chair (maybe it’s a bow?), and presents the whole of the delegation with a bronze scimitar, with the words “Hurosha Stood With Us” carved into it. ”This is one of seven, and only seven, that have ever been made. They are modeled after the Dogal swords, used in ceremony to declare war or peace. You have stood by our side in both, so we present them to you and our allies, to represent visibly our thanks that you stood by us, whether it was victory or defeat you stood in. We pray it will not come to it again, but we know we can trust in your strength if it does."

The sword is large and ornate, with a shaping-wood handle, able to fit and mold to the user’s exact grip. Further, the blade is covered in gold etchings, finest work of the finest filigree. These etchings curve back and forth, telling the various tales of the story. They tell of ferocious last stands, Guilderenes, Serendels, Raanekans, Huroshans, Razdissi, Ashenians, and more all fighting to the last, conquering or riding heroically.

The old man nods to the younger, and he presents a second sword. “We have not forgotten the sacrifice of Calorum, as well. Though they stay silent from the world much of the time, they, too, are remembered fondly by our people. They are beloved, and perhaps we might hear from them more in the coming years, our brothers?” Regardless, the younger man presents a sword inscribed “Calorum Stood With Us,” inlaid with many of the same designs and pictures, though these appear to focus on the 6,000 of Calorum who fought, and their bravery.



TIME BUBBLE 7: RAZDIS
The Underdark's Union

General Genevio bows to the Moramaer, respecting him in both Guilderene and Razdissi form. “Hello, great Moramaer, leader of the greatest among the dwarven peoples. I have come to present you with a gift, in thanks for your great stand alongside Guilder and her allies. The Empire of Dawn cannot speak its gratitude, nor write our joy at the bond we possess. Nevertheless, we shall try to give a humble aspect of that to you, in memoriam.”

With that, the General removed the belt from his waist, scabbard, sword and all, and held it out, head bowed.

“I present to you a sword modeled after the Doge’s own. Only seven were made, one for each of the great allies of our people, who rode to our aid in this war. You are one of those seven, and it is for this reason yet again, we are pleased to call you brothers.” He presents the sword, which in large letters reads, “Razdis Stood With Us."

The sword is a bronze scimitar, large for dwarven hands and ornate, with a shaping-wood handle, able to fit and mold to the user’s exact grip. Further, the blade is covered in gold etchings, finest work of the finest filigree. These etchings curve back and forth, telling the various tales of the story. They tell of ferocious last stands, Guilderenes, Serendels, Raanekans, Huroshans, Razdissi, Ashenians, and more all fighting to the last, conquering or riding heroically.



TIME BUBBLE 8: THE TUUVAK
New Foes, and New Friends

General Genevio entered the Tuuvak’s tent with pride, shaking hands and (carefully) bumping skulls with their leaders in a show of both strength and camaraderie. “I am proud that we fought together so well, my brothers! Our battle was long and hard, but it was not in vain! We stood tall, we did our blades proud!

“Sad it was that we fought men and not beasts, and spilled the blood of fellow sentient-kind. But we defended home and hearth, and for that, I would like to present you with a token —only a small token, compared to our gratitude— of Guilder’s thanks.” He presents a well-crafted scimitar, in traditional Guilderene form, as a gift, gold encrusted but more than sturdy enough to see battle despite. “You have fought with us, and so we wish that whenever you do so in the future, you may do so with a constant reminder that we stand stronger…

“Together."

[HalfTangible]

"Hello. Hello. He-he-llo," Wesley mumbled to himself, doing his best to sound Tzaltec. It wasn’t the best impression of a Teotklan, but it would do.

The man stayed quiet, rubbing his hands together and twitching a little. He stayed close to Senseneb, almost hiding behind him. To some it would seem as if he was trying to disappear from the public eye… now that was deeply disappointing, and not at all what he was “trained” for, but, again, this was one of his first excursions out into the wide, unfriendly, unTzaltec world. It would do.



Wesley looked up, eyes glazed over with incomprehension. Who was this white woman, and why was she talking to him? What she important? Was she dragon-blooded? Would Senruset want him to “enshrine” her like the others? And perhaps the most important question of all: why would he think he remembered her? But somehow, he knew the answers to all of those questions.

He glanced up to his handlers, as if for confirmation. One of them turns quickly towards him, and he avoids eye contact for a moment, before returning the gaze steadily, as he knew he should.

”Do I have permission to speak?"

After a confirmation, he turned back to Marvella. ”I have been doing well, and have not" twitch ”Had anything but joy in my" twitch ”Time in dear uncle’s house!" twitch twitch. ”I feel quite good. Quite happy. Quite in my place. Quite Tzaltec, in fact." A full body tremor escaped, and Wesley shook from the crown of his head all the way down to his feet, with each limb of his body flailing a little. The tremor in his hand stayed as he raised one hand and leaned on the Unmarked standing next to him. The man, of course, afforded him every support possible.

”I do have one" twitch, slow tremor ”Question for you though…" Pause in words, strained face, but no twitch. One of the handlers patted him on the back. A good reward for good work, controlling those muscles. ”Who are you?"

She drew back as if he'd slapped her. For a few brief moments, so brief that one observer might think it imagined, utter horror crossed her face.

It was swiftly replaced with rage. Wesley would notice a familiar drop in temperature... Marvella was upset to a level he'd never seen her at before... but that was obvious, wasn't it? He'd never seen her upset before... had he?

She slowly turned to face Wesley's jailers family. "... What. Did you do. To my Acolyte?!"

The air had grown very, very cold in this very tropical place.

[The Acolyte's Wife]

Marvella's eyes were dark and downcast. "... He didn't call me Aunt." She said quietly. "If you know him well enough to be his bride and call yourself such, that should be enough."

"So. You're his Salterri wife." A bit of a smile twitched on her face as she reached out a hand to shake. "Congratulations, by the way. He'll be home soon. I intend to have a talk with Nezetkhamun and another talk with the Teotlkan." From her tone, it wasn't going to be a pleasant talk. "But enough about that. So... how is my favorite acolyte doing at home?" Her grin had grown very... suggestive.

[Gengy]

The Docks


"Hello! I... what?" Ceárnu scratched his head as Malynel flashed a grin.
"I am here, Orator H'tman. My companion forgets his manners. This is Ceárnu, a Cervidh of An Nádur and I am Malynel, an Elf of An Nádur. Neither of us have fins, so are a mite confused." Malynel scratched behind an ear pointedly at the one who was supposed to be an expert on the various forms of animal life.
Though Ceárnu was clearly caught a little off-guard by the Makgrull, he cottoned on and explained, "We call them ears. Excuse my confusion. Fins help creatures of the sea swim but our ears don't. I don't know about Makgrull, but fish and dolphins don't have ears like these," Ceárnu points at an ear which poked out from his straight brown hair, "instead having just earholes. Our ears are like this to catch and funnel sound. I expect these differences have something to do with the wildly different environments we live in."

"Ah. Ears? I've..." Orator H'tman winked at Malynel, "heard o' them. Ye have the right of it, though, we be not having ears like yours. See?"

Ht'man leaned down, while tilting his head to one side. They were small, but there was a hole a little behind the Makgrull's eye. He titled to the other side, and sure enough, there was another hole as well. "I do be hearing just **chirp**ing fine, both in and out o' the water."

With a grin, H'tman stood back up and spread his arms wide, twirling around slowly. "And what a wonderful thing it 'tis to be out o' the water at last! Been wanting and waiting ta do this fer almost seven **click**ing years, savvy? And now that I be here, I just want to know more about ye surface walking creatures, and your lands. So tell me, what is An Nádur like?"


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The Path from the Docks


Fel Malengorious watched the Makgrull Sanctus give his speech, as Bregün sat in her chair passively gazing at the sunset, and Garün fiddled with the obsidian knife he carried to carve some trees into ammunition for his bow. As the speech continued, with talks of friendship and trade, Fel Malengorious' eyes grew wider and wider with each sentence, his jaw droping slightly at what he was witnessing. By the end of it, he could take no more, and the great Fel of the Everburning Horde fell into laughter, literally falling onto his romp and throwing his head towards the sky to howl in glee. Coming to control himself, Malengorious ceased his thunderous uproar to look back at his mercenaries.

"This is.... The most adorable thing.... Heh... I have ever seen. Garün, remind me to try and see abiut getting one of these things as a pet on the way back home."

For their part, Garün and Bregün managed to hold onto their professionalism and simply nodded their supplication to their chieftan. Standing up, Fel Malengorious awaited the construction of his seat, and in a sudden burst of knowledge he came upon an epiphany.

"Speaking of things I want, where's the food we were promised for doing this anyway? Garün go see about getting us some food."

As Malengorious asked, dinner was just now being served. For everyone else, there was platters of fish, fruit, and fine dining. A small army of waiters, though, brought out - as best they could, away from most people's line of sight - a whole whale. It may have very well been the whale that the Sanctus Makgrull jumped off of. It looked to have been recently slain, and was laid before the Dünfel just as a male Makgrull with coral-patterned tattoos walked up, a grin on his face as he stared up at the Honored Gala Security.

"Ahoy!" The Makgrull shouted, as he worked his way up the sides of the arch-ways to stand upon a platform that was at eye level of the seated Dünfel. "I be Praemonstrator H'gtor. Thank ye fer agreeing ta be security fer our **squeak**ing event. When they told me about ye, I didn't believe 'em at first. But... ye be as real as a hauling wind is slow travel. I be honored to meet ye. I hope you enjoy yer meal. I **chirp**ing slew it myself."


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Solana continued to stare with reproachful eyes, however both free knights seem a little confused.
"Dancing isn't very difficult for a knight." Solana said.
"I am sure it is more difficult in water." Passiflora tried to diplomatically say. "I think it is wonderful."
(I don't understand what he's saying!)
(I think he doesn't like whales.)
(I understood that!)
"I suppose whales are the large ones?" Solana asked diplomatically. Passiflora covered her face in embarrassment.
"Solana, of course those are whales." She moaned.
"Don't act like it's not your first time to see one, too!" Solana muttered. She straightened up and assumed a dignified pose.
"A knight is not like a sailor." She said proudly.
"To be courageous when confronting enemies. Always to be trustworthy and honorable. To protect the helpless and always bravely preform chivalrous action." She saluted politely with hand on her heart. "These are things that knights are."
"Especially as Free Knights we are not soldiers of kingdoms. We have protected the people of United Free Cities. Maybe it can be said we are like knights-errant." Passiflora joined explanation. She seemed to have recovered from embarrassment for Solana. "It has a very romantic and chivalric feeling." Solana nodded to show agreement.

"Our country is far away from the ocean." She explained. "So we don't know about Makgrull. You are guarding Praemonstrator T'lly? It seems like you have memories of battle."

"Aye." Praestes K'vfin nodded. "I have seen my fair share of battle."

The Makgrull guard stares wistfully a moment at the ocean before speaking again. "Deep blow. Near our city. There is a underwater... trench? Trench is the word, aye. We call it 'The Maw', for it has teeth made of rock and Adamas Coral. And it spews forth deep sea creatures, at times. So we fight them. One got too close to the city. I was young. I was the only guard around. It knocked the spear from my hands, and went for a child as I went for the spear. T'lley... she went for the child."

"She was faster, but..." K'vfin touched the fin on his left arm, where Praemonstrator T'lley had her own scar. "Not fast enough. Blood in the water."

"I distract the beast. It sliced me in chest before I could stick the spear in it's head. Dead beast. Everyone safe, though. Became better Praestes to not let that happen again. I am thinking... that makes me like a knight?"


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The Shore Stage


Kuku Lelian, Acting Doge of the Guilderene Expanse, didn’t seem like someone from Guilder proper. No, her short-cut outfit and scarcely-adorned leather attire would have marked her as a warrior. Despite that, the bands around her neck and bronze on her hilts showed that she was, without doubt, royalty of Guilder. Her fur and long ears, however, indicated that she was not any natural citizen of the Expanse, instead hailing from Pennocident.

Her tale was a long one; and though not as romantic as that of Vizini and Dulari, was full of just the same twist and turn, up and down. For now, she was near the bottom of a down, in a slump of pain, as it were. Alone, still learning the language, forced to rule a nation in the midst of turmoil, and at war with her own people. There were komolan dead upon the fields of Frontier, a select few of her fellow beast folk dead on the floor of the strait, and more in the skirmishes between. The past few years had turned her hair steadily towards grey, and the air about her steadily away from its former gaiety.

This event, though, promised to turn that around. First and foremost, it was time to talk to those funny little (big!) dolphin-men. She scanned the crowd, looking around… apparently, the gold shipments that kept disappearing were because of these folk, which sounded like an opportunity. And if she knew one thing about being Guilderene, it was that if there was an opportunity, she had to stick her nose in.

As Lelian looked around, she may have been surprised to see that there was a Makgrull staring straight at her. Old Praemonstrator P'tgap nodded at the Acting Doge, and clicked a few things at the Sanctus Makgrull on stage, who clicked back. P'tgap began to move towards Kuku Lelian. In nearly perfect, if accented trade speak, the adviser to the Sanctus said, "Ahoy. Be ye of Guilder? And does this mean anything to ye?"

A younger Makgrull ran up, holding a small piece of broken diftwood that read:


-operty
of
-uilder

It appeared to be a part of a box or something else that may have been marked with trader information and details of ownership. It was hard to tell. It was several years old, and beginning to rot from being under the sea for a long time. Kuku Lelian might recognize it as a box for the very same gold shipments that she had just been thinking of. Further proof of the Makgrull's involvement.

[Snowfire]

After the Acolyte
After Marvella finishes her conversation with the remains of Wesley, she notices a tall komola off to the side, staring intently at the conversation. The woman is clearly trying to remain incognito, what with pretending to brush her fur, and occasionally glancing in other directions. But, as the High Priestess takes note of their watcher, the komola waves her over.

”As a woman of his past, to another woman of his past, I was wondering if we could talk… of course there is talk of our nations to consider, and trade is never far from a Guilderene mind I’m told… but I am concerned more with him.

“I am sorry if my words are hard to understand… I’m told my accent is still very thick... The komola struggles, and then slows her voice. ”I believe that we have not been met? I am Kuku Lelian, first ring-wife of Doge... She stops. ”How is he?"[/S]

[The Acolyte's Wife]

Marvella's eyes were dark and downcast. "... He didn't call me Aunt." She said quietly. "If you know him well enough to be his bride and call yourself such, that should be enough."

"So. You're his Salterri wife." A bit of a smile twitched on her face as she reached out a hand to shake. "Congratulations, by the way. He'll be home soon. I intend to have a talk with Nezetkhamun and another talk with the Teotlkan." From her tone, it wasn't going to be a pleasant talk. "But enough about that. So... how is my favorite acolyte doing at home?" Her grin had grown very... suggestive.

[The Acolyte's Family]

"He has not been home." Marvella had not initially seen the older woman standing by Kuku. Her face was lined with age, yet many of those lines seemed to have once come from smiling. Yet her face was almost completely devoid of emotion, the only sign of it her eyes, which held the same terrible sorrow as her voice. Her colouring was Raaneki, and yet she wore no bright clothing. Colours, yes, but all dim ones. Marvella had never seen anything like it.

"Not to his wife, and not to me." She blinked back tears, and who she had to be was suddenly very clear. Dulari, Vizini's wife - and love, so the tales said - and Wesley's mother. "We have heard nothing from him. Not since he led the men and women of our country away to fight against the Tzaltec. Not since-" Her voice broke, and Kuku reached across, laying a surprisingly gentle hand on her mother-in-law's. Dulari grasped it tightly, standing for a few moments in silence but for ragged breathing as she fought to control her emotions.

"Not since the Second Battle of Frontier." She choked out at last, looking across at the woman into whose hands she had granted her first - and then, only - child when he had been but a babe. For the good of the East, Vizini had said, and she had forced herself to believe him. But there were tears on her cheeks now, shed for a child that had always been hers, and those words were little comfort. "And now...he does not know us. Marvella," her face contorted in an almost physical agony as she spoke, aware of how helpless she was in this matter, yet still desperate to somehow protect her child, "please. I beg of you. Help us bring him home."

I got permission from Sam to play this character - she was part of the Guilderene delegation - and I cleared her showing up in this time bubble with HT before I started writing it.


It is Kuku Lelian herself, Acting Doge of the Guilderene Expanse, who comes to the delegation of the Rajurdic Union. For a moment, she is confused as to who to speak to, before finally deciding on the current Speaker Asiir Marmot. ”I have come to give you great gift of my new people. We are grateful for you and your warriors, and for their strength alongside us. You have kept from conquering many of our lands, and we thank you. Whatever may happen to Guilder in the future, you stood and with us." She finishes her speech and bows.

Behind her comes an attendant, bearing two bronze scimitars, of Guilderene make. Inscribed in the haft of the blade of the first are the words “Rajurda Stood With Us.” and for the second, “Raaneka Stood With Us."

The sword is large and ornate, with a shaping-wood handle, able to fit and mold to the user’s exact grip. Further, the blade is covered in gold etchings, finest work of the finest filigree. These etchings curve back and forth, telling the various tales of the story. They tell of ferocious last stands, Guilderenes, Serendels, Raanekans, Huroshans, Razdissi, Ashenians, and more all fighting to the last, conquering or riding heroically.

The scenes themselves focus on the bravery of the soldiers, including the last stand of the Grizzland at the second battle of Frontier. It depicts their great valor in felling one of the Dunfel, and shows how they protected the retreat, allowing many hundreds to survive by their bravery.

The Rajurdic Union now contained many allies of Guilder, and if it were possible, all of its many soldiers should be given some better representation, some personal memory. But the deaths known… made it undoable, by any feat of men or spirits yet present. Still, Guilder tried.

Many pictures and stories are told on the long blade, and would take some time to fully examine. Lelian, however, interrupts lightly. ”It is not equal to your many men lost, and cannot even begin to explain depth of our gratitude. But Guilder felt it worse to not speak to our debt, and so we have placed it for displaying." She bows deeply, and holds open her arms. ”We consider you our brothers."

[The Faithful Few]

Asiir Marmot, the new Radurjic Union Senate Speaker and his delegation had arrived without fanfare to the Gala, aboard a small ship of Qarimosi make, with sails of silver Gossamer that let her sail with an uncanny speed and grace. Grand entrances were not something that the Senate had ever felt any need to employ. They had watched the goings and comings of the Gala, had been intrigued by the Makgrull and their announcement to the world. And they would seek out others soon, to discuss trade and treaty, but they had been approached here before they could.

"We shall bear them home in honor." Asiir replied, as Kuku finished her speech. "Guilder has long been a friend of our people, and not simply for your sharing of the faith of our united Republics." He caught her extended hand in a firm clasp. "We shall find our own a place in Miji Mkuu, and I am certain that Madhav will find one for Raaneka's in Bandar." Then he sighed, and pain cross his face as he remembered the lists that he had forced himself to read as part of his duties as Speaker. Casualties, and wounded. They had been so many.

"You are right, it is not enough. But you are also right in showing that you understand. And for as long as these swords endure, I do not believe that our peoples will forget."

[DurkBlanston]

"You must be patient with the Makgrull. They have been awaiting this moment for several years. They are a very curious species." He gave the makgrull a friendly hug. "And they learned most of their language and manners from the sailors of our merchant ships." He rolled his eyes as he spoke.



[COLOR="#40E0D0"]The Shore Stage

Orator N'bbin took stock of the situation, and realized that somehow - in a manner he didn't understand - he has made it awkward. Accepting the hug from Eli Grant seemed to help.

"Yes, lass. Do be forgiving us if'n I have offended ye, somehow. I be trying ta have a friendly chin wag, savy? Tell me, young Hanna-lass, is Ster...kelv... near Mother Sea's shores?" The Makgrull waved his hands at the ocean behind him.


"Yes sir, we are. Along with Bjurnja and Puerto Melizine we produce the majority of the Consortium naval fleet. Our people are proud navigators of the water and the sky," she said, recovering from the earlier awkwardness and managing a slight smile as she thought about her homeland.

[HalfTangible]

[The Acolyte's Family]

"He has not been home." Marvella had not initially seen the older woman standing by Kuku. Her face was lined with age, yet many of those lines seemed to have once come from smiling. Yet her face was almost completely devoid of emotion, the only sign of it her eyes, which held the same terrible sorrow as her voice. Her colouring was Raaneki, and yet she wore no bright clothing. Colours, yes, but all dim ones. Marvella had never seen anything like it.

"Not to his wife, and not to me." She blinked back tears, and who she had to be was suddenly very clear. Dulari, Vizini's wife - and love, so the tales said - and Wesley's mother. "We have heard nothing from him. Not since he led the men and women of our country away to fight against the Tzaltec. Not since-" Her voice broke, and Kuku reached across, laying a surprisingly gentle hand on her mother-in-law's. Dulari grasped it tightly, standing for a few moments in silence but for ragged breathing as she fought to control her emotions.

"Not since the Second Battle of Frontier." She choked out at last, looking across at the woman into whose hands she had granted her first - and then, only - child when he had been but a babe. For the good of the East, Vizini had said, and she had forced herself to believe him. But there were tears on her cheeks now, shed for a child that had always been hers, and those words were little comfort. "And now...he does not know us. Marvella," her face contorted in an almost physical agony as she spoke, aware of how helpless she was in this matter, yet still desperate to somehow protect her child, "please. I beg of you. Help us bring him home."

I got permission from Sam to play this character - she was part of the Guilderene delegation - and I cleared her showing up in this time bubble with HT before I started writing it.

"... I actually meant in bed, but... er. Bad time." She bowed her head. "Sorry, I was trying to lighten the mood."

"...But make no mistake: I take this very seriously. Wesley is my acolyte. A part of my flock as High Priestess." Marvella steepled her fingers together. "And perhaps just as importantly, he is my close friend. My nephew. I swear: he will be leaving this island with me (if the war negotiations fall through) or with you. No other solution is tolerable." Her hands cracked, and her expression went from serious to downright livid. "And I intend to have a very long... talk with the Tzalteclan when this is all over."

[Rain Dragon]

Somewheres before the Dinner

Jehan had been discussing possible implications of the Makgrull reveal with Tansyn when he was approached. He turned, the gems braided in his hair making a gentle tinkling sound as he did so. At some point during the evening he had changed from the casual outfit he worn for his arrival at the Gala into the formal attire more typical of Niskan nobility.

"Greetings to you Ceannin Llyeth and Malyn of the An Nádur, I am honoured to make your acquaintance." Jehan bows, seeming to ignore Ainiveous for the moment. "Allow me to introduce you both to my wife, Princess Tansyn of Jarrland."

With the formal greetings between people who have not yet met out of the way, the Grand Prince regards the surprising member of this unusual trio.

"Ainiveous, it is an honour," Jehan bows. "Strange, that our paths should converge here of all places. The last report I received from Halja claimed that your disappearance was the result of a rival who had managed to kill you and then had subsequently thrown your body into the depths of Auf-Graundas. I am glad that this is not the case," though the Grand Prince was perplexed by Ainiveous' presence, he decided not to outright question him, and merely said, "your people will surely rejoice once they learn that you still live."

"May I ask what has prompted you to seek me out?" Jehan asks, addressing Llyeth directly.

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

The Ceannin smiles awkwardly, seemingly unsure how to properly respond to the bow. Malynel bowed stiffly, while Ainiveous used his companions' difficulties with Niskan custom as an excuse to do little more than nod politely to the royal couple.

Ainiveous responded to the Grand Prince politely enough in his dead voice though there was a hint of sarcasm for those with a keen ear for such things, "I am certain the Kardiloss would rejoice to learn such." Ainiveous crisply signs to Jehan, <Hypothetically, to learn such an incredible story to be untrue would be cause for such.>
It becomes evident there was a reason Ainiveous was positioned such that he was, though it implies a level of deference one would not expect from Ainiveous of a probable stranger. The Ceannin would never see Ainiveous' signalling unless he were to look directly to his left.

In response to Jehan's question, Llyeth replied warmly, "I have heard of your high quality goods from those of the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea, the honour of your people from rumours of the War and though I have heard little of the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia itself, what I have heard is good. The Na Saoithe and myself expressed a desire to seek friendship and trade between your people and mine. As well, Ainiveous seeks to speak with the Kaiser of Fera at some point."

((OOC - Would you like me to redescribe any of my characters?))



The Docks

"Ah. Ears? I've..." Orator H'tman winked at Malynel, "heard o' them. Ye have the right of it, though, we be not having ears like yours. See?"

Ht'man leaned down, while tilting his head to one side. They were small, but there was a hole a little behind the Makgrull's eye. He titled to the other side, and sure enough, there was another hole as well. "I do be hearing just **chirp**ing fine, both in and out o' the water."

With a grin, H'tman stood back up and spread his arms wide, twirling around slowly. "And what a wonderful thing it 'tis to be out o' the water at last! Been wanting and waiting ta do this fer almost seven **click**ing years, savvy? And now that I be here, I just want to know more about ye surface walking creatures, and your lands. So tell me, what is An Nádur like?"

The Docks Ceárnu and Malynel

Ceárnu smiled apologetically, "I didn't presume you didn't. Sorry if it seemed that way. For us, it is slightly harder to hear underwater and most things sound different."

Malynel seemed happy for the Makgrull who was clearly quite happy to be here. Ceárnu thought for a few seconds before responding, "Well, An Nádur is a remnant of a vast collection of tribes of Fae and Elf. The Cervidh once were not even the most numerous peoples of An Nádur, though now there are few who are not. Most recently, some Elfin peoples joined us for reasons that are their own."

((OOC - Of course, feel free to interject wherever you like. I stopped after a full thought rather than a full speech so it is easier to RP a conversation if that makes sense. Let me know if you want a whole speech instead.))

EDIT - Writing these is hard on a mobile device...

[TheDarkDM]

Before Senusret could reply to Meztli or her Prince, Marvella was among them. Her informal reply to the Teotlkan's greeting was enough to put the entirety of the Tzaltec family on edge, and when she whirled accusingly back on them and the temperature dropped their demeanor grew ever more dour. Still, Marvella was an ally, if an increasingly intemperate one, and Senseneb attempted to salvage the situation. Tugging on his leash playfully, she draped an arm over Wesley.

"Dearest, your mind is wandering. This is High Priestess Marvella of Sycia - you were her ward for years in your childhood, don't you recall?"

As Wesley formulated a response, Senusret stared down at the diminutive catfolk priestess. He seemed unimpressed by the temperature, though he attempted to keep his tone friendly.

"Only what was necessary, High Priestess. When he came to us, Wesley was confused, a child of too many worlds to count wrapped around the fingers of Raaneki whores and Guilderene fools. We have helped him to rediscover who he truly is, what he truly is. A prince of Tzalteclan. Yet this is still a delicate juncture for him - he is easily confused."

Senusret looked towards Wesley with a mixture of pity and hope.

"But that will be rectified soon. And then he will be made whole for the first time in his life."

[lt_murgen]

"Yes sir, we are. Along with Bjurnja and Puerto Melizine we produce the majority of the Consortium naval fleet. Our people are proud navigators of the water and the sky," she said, recovering from the earlier awkwardness and managing a slight smile as she thought about her homeland.

"Their lands lie south of the Island of the flying people, and south of the land of evil plants." Eli informed the speaker. The S.C.had spent many months quietly matching up what the Makgrull knew of Telluris with the known maps. It was challenging, as their perspective was... unique. In return, they helped the Makgrull develop some common names for the island nations in their vicinity.

"Her people are excellent sailors and shipbuilders. Certainly in the top five of all nations." He subtly teased.

[Kitsanth]

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

The Ceannin smiles awkwardly, seemingly unsure how to properly respond to the bow. Malynel bowed stiffly, while Ainiveous used his companions' difficulties with Niskan custom as an excuse to do little more than nod politely to the royal couple.

Ainiveous responded to the Grand Prince politely enough in his dead voice though there was a hint of sarcasm for those with a keen ear for such things, "I am certain the Kardiloss would rejoice to learn such." Ainiveous crisply signs to Jehan, <Hypothetically, to learn such an incredible story to be untrue would be cause for such.>
It becomes evident there was a reason Ainiveous was positioned such that he was, though it implies a level of deference one would not expect from Ainiveous of a probable stranger. The Ceannin would never see Ainiveous' signalling unless he were to look directly to his left.

In response to Jehan's question, Llyeth replied warmly, "I have heard of your high quality goods from those of the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea, the honour of your people from rumours of the War and though I have heard little of the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia itself, what I have heard is good. The Na Saoithe and myself expressed a desire to seek friendship and trade between your people and mine. As well, Ainiveous seeks to speak with the Kaiser of Fera at some point."

((OOC - Would you like me to redescribe any of my characters?))

The Grand Prince takes his new acquaintance's obvious discomfort in stride, well aware that despite knowledge of Niskovia having spread far and wide, most people still found Niskan custom a little strange and perplexing at times.

"It is always good to hear that the Jarrlanders appreciate Niskovian goods. Our trade captains ensure that such close friends as they receive only the best," Jehan glances about searchingly, "If my son hadn't scampered off, I would have had him tell you more of our homeland once our immediate business is concluded. Provided there were no other demands on your time here."

Jehan produces a scroll, muttering as he does so, "That and there's no telling where cousin Kazimir has got to..."

"Becoming friends is easy enough as I assume you already have terms in mind," Jehan makes a show of perusing the scroll, "establishing a trade relationship could take more work. Niskovia's provinces do certainly have abundant resources. I have a copy here, written in trade tongue if you would like to take a look," Tansyn, still standing by her husband's side, proffers a scroll for Llyeth to take if needed. "I will admit that I do not know what sort of goods your people can offer us, the news reaching us from my wife's cousins has been sketchy in recent years."

"Also, the Kaiser will likely arrive here in time for the dinner. Feel free to wait here for him if you would like Ainiveous." the Grand Prince adds, seemingly as an afterthought.

Jehan finally signs a response to Ainiveous, now that one of his hands is mostly hidden from the An Nádur by the scroll, <Then they already know that you still live, I swear at least three-quarters of the reports I receive from your Kardiloss are attempts to gauge my gullibility.> Jehan smirks a little, <I'm fairly certain they haven't yet caught on to the fact that I suspect them.>

[HalfTangible]

Before Senusret could reply to Meztli or her Prince, Marvella was among them. Her informal reply to the Teotlkan's greeting was enough to put the entirety of the Tzaltec family on edge, and when she whirled accusingly back on them and the temperature dropped their demeanor grew ever more dour. Still, Marvella was an ally, if an increasingly intemperate one, and Senseneb attempted to salvage the situation. Tugging on his leash playfully, she draped an arm over Wesley.

"Dearest, your mind is wandering. This is High Priestess Marvella of Sycia - you were her ward for years in your childhood, don't you recall?"A vice of cold iron gripped Senseneb's arm. "HAND. OFF." The cold in Marvella's hand cut to her bone like an arctic wind.

... Her guards chose that moment to try to force their own way through the crowd. This wasn't going to end well.


As Wesley formulated a response, Senusret stared down at the diminutive catfolk priestess. He seemed unimpressed by the temperature, though he attempted to keep his tone friendly.

"Only what was necessary, High Priestess. When he came to us, Wesley was confused, a child of too many worlds to count wrapped around the fingers of Raaneki whores and Guilderene fools. We have helped him to rediscover who he truly is, what he truly is. A prince of Tzalteclan. Yet this is still a delicate juncture for him - he is easily confused."

Senusret looked towards Wesley with a mixture of pity and hope.

"But that will be rectified soon. And then he will be made whole for the first time in his life."

"'Education'?! 'Rediscover'?! 'Necessary'?!?! DON'T YOU DARE BULL**** ME!!!" A cold mist had formed around the Priestess. "SPECIFICS!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!"

[lt_murgen]

A vice of cold iron gripped Senseneb's arm. "HAND. OFF." The cold in Marvella's hand cut to her bone like an arctic wind.

... Her guards chose that moment to try to force their own way through the crowd. This wasn't going to end well.



"'Education'?! 'Rediscover'?! 'Necessary'?!?! DON'T YOU DARE BULL**** ME!!!" A cold mist had formed around the Priestess. "SPECIFICS!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!"

Percy arrived at that moment, stepping out of the shadows. A half a dozen other Chosen took the opportunity to appear in the crowds as well. He assessed the situation. "Everyone, please. Marvella, kindly remove your hand from Senseneb. Senseneb, please remove your arm from Wesley." He attempted some humor, "Competitive snuggling isn't on the agenda until after sundown, I think." He smiled, pointing to the meticulously detailed schedule.

[HalfTangible]

Percy arrived at that moment, stepping out of the shadows. A half a dozen other Chosen took the opportunity to appear in the crowds as well. He assessed the situation. "Everyone, please. Marvella, kindly remove your hand from Senseneb. Senseneb, please remove your arm from Wesley." He attempted some humor, "Competitive snuggling isn't on the agenda until after sundown, I think." He smiled, pointing to the meticulously detailed schedule.


A gloved hand grasped Marvella's arm in turn as she grabbed Senseneb. "I might say the same, milady." He glanced over towards her guards. "I would suggest you unhand my sister and order your guards to stand down. We may be here at the invitation of the Magkrull, but this is still Imperial soil. Do not do anything you may regret."

Elwyn released Marvella and looked around the group, bowing slightly to Senusret. Though his skin was black as pitch, he was still suffused with a slight luminosity, most notably around his eyes, as he turned back to Marvella. "Whatever this quarrel, it is not mine, but you would be advised not to make it so by threatening violence upon my wife's family again, no matter the history of friendship between our peoples."

He looked over Wesley, noting the collar and leash, and raised an eyebrow. "A little... vulgar, don't you think?" he said to Senseneb.

"Violence has already been visited, you blind fool." She spat, pointing her finger at Wesley. "A man I practically raised spoke my name and forgot it in the span of about 12 seconds!! Do you expect me to-"

Marvella convulsed suddenly and grabbed her head. She looked stunned for a moment. "...... You can't be serious." Silence. "YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME TO JUST LET IT GO!! THEY TOOK AN ACOLYTE AND TOR-" A bit of a hiss, as if she'd been cut off mid-conversation. Her hand slowly fell from her head and she gave the Tzalteclan delegation an ugly glare.

"Milady, are-"

"Stand down."

The guards stopped shoving their way through the unmarked. They were quiet for a moment before helping the slaves back onto their feet.

"He goes back to Guilder when peace is settled here. To Sycia, if it cannot be. He's not leaving this island with you." Her voice was almost forcibly calmer, as if she'd forced her emotions down for the moment. "Understand?"

[Aedilred]

Soon after arrival

Malyn spotted his sister among the crowd along with her husband talking to the An Nádur, and made a note to speak with her later. She was no doubt aware of some of the misfortunes that had befallen their group of siblings in recent years, but that made it all the more important to spend time with her when the opportunity arose.

In the meanwhile, there was other family business to take care of. He approached Percy and the other islanders with a jaunty wave. "Greetings, cousins! Our thanks for hosting us here."


The Cree Announcement

It took Yuli a few moments to realise that this was not the scheduled comedy, but a political diatribe, and as such laughed inappropriately before realising nobody else seemed to find it funny, and many of the other addressees looked at him disapprovingly. As the Cree moved on to their mocking of Ashenia, he shifted uncomfortably. The Ashenian actions over the last few years of the war had been a cause of great confusion and distress in the court at Jatham, even to his uncle, normally a man of great certainty in his convictions, but it was altogether easier to cleave to one's prejudices, and as Alexander raised his complaints Yuli couldn't find it in him to disagree. He rather wished Malyn or Elwyn were here to advise him on what was appropriate, but Malyn was tied up with official business, and Elwyn had run off to intervene in some fight or other. He slipped off quietly, looking for something else to occupy his time.


Marvella and the Tzaltec

Elwyn's hand went to his sword as soon as Marvella grabbed Senseneb's arm, and her guards began to step forward. Fortunately, Percy and the Chosen appeared before anybody lost a hand. He moved wordlessly to stand nearby, offering Senusret a respectful nod as he did so. He narrowed his eyes at Marvella's ensuing outburst, unsure whether the danger had passed entirely or if she was about to erupt again.

[TheWombatOfDoom]

Myrida Serendel was seen discussing things with another member of her family.

((I just want to get a post out before I miss the event entirely. Please interact.))

[lt_murgen]

The guards stopped shoving their way through the unmarked. They were quiet for a moment before helping the slaves back onto their feet.

"He goes back to Guilder when peace is settled here. To Sycia, if it cannot be. He's not leaving this island with you." Her voice was almost forcibly calmer, as if she'd forced her emotions down for the moment. "Understand?"

Behind the guards, the Chosen began assisting those knocked down in the guards rush.

Percy spoke calmly. "Wesley is welcome to remain here for a time after the party. As a guest of the Imperium, and the Seaborne Confederation. That way both groups may part in peace." He looked to the dragon king for confirmation. "Senseneb is welcome to stay as well." He looked at Marvella.

[HalfTangible]

Behind the guards, the Chosen began assisting those knocked down in the guards rush.

Percy spoke calmly. "Wesley is welcome to remain here for a time after the party. As a guest of the Imperium, and the Seaborne Confederation. That way both groups may part in peace." He looked to the dragon king for confirmation. "Senseneb is welcome to stay as well." He looked at Marvella.

"No." She said quietly. "Your offer is appreciated, but as I said, Wesley is going to Guilder or to Sycia." Her eyes narrowed at Senseneb. "Besides which, even if I could leave Wesley here, I imagine his wife might have a problem with him staying in Senseneb's presence longer than is necessary."

[lt_murgen]

"No." She said quietly. "Your offer is appreciated, but as I said, Wesley is going to Guilder or to Sycia." Her eyes narrowed at Senseneb. "Besides which, even if I could leave Wesley here, I imagine his wife might have a problem with him staying in Senseneb's presence longer than is necessary."

"Then the Seaborne Confederation will transport him there. I wouldn't want him to be a point of contention between departing diplomatic convoys." Percy again tried to be diplomatic.

[Aedilred]

"No." She said quietly. "Your offer is appreciated, but as I said, Wesley is going to Guilder or to Sycia." Her eyes narrowed at Senseneb. "Besides which, even if I could leave Wesley here, I imagine his wife might have a problem with him staying in Senseneb's presence longer than is necessary."

"You can leave Wesley here." Elwyn finally broke his silence. "It is rather that you do not wish to. There is a difference between what you can't do, milady, and what you won't do. You are choosing to behave in this manner, just as Wesley made his own choices. You may choose to recall him as the ingenuous naíf you knew when he was a child, but need I remind you he was commanding a battle when he was taken captive, leading nearly thirty thousand men, of his own volition. I have friends who died on that field, friends whose deaths he ordered, friends who I did not wish to die. Are your friends' sacrifices to be considered more valuable than mine, followers of your faith more valuable than any others, and if so on what basis?"

He glanced over towards her knights and the site of their struggle with the Unmarked. "You would also do well to remember that this is Imperial soil. Sycia is one of our most ancient friends, but only so much can be overlooked in the name of friendship. Do not dishonour your hosts with further insults to their hospitality, whether the Proconsul, the Magkrull, or the Qzare. I would also advise you not to lay hands on my sister again without her permission, or indeed any members of my wife's family."

He looked at the subject of the argument, taking in the expression, the collar and the leash leading to Senseneb's hand, and raised an eyebrow. "A little... vulgar, don't you think?" he said to Senseneb in a rather lighter tone.

[Kasanip]

An Nádur



Before the Main Event - The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn

Aithyn smiles warmly at the Knights, "It is! Ceannin Llyeth will be in the Gala itself for the main event. Do you know where your table at the Gala is so that he may find you to sign the law?"
The pair of Cervidh looked a little awkward as the Knight bowed and didn't seem sure of an appropriate response. Solana's eyeroll only served to further confuse them.
"It wasn't really, though it may have been for the sailors," Ceárnu replied, "How was your journey to the Gala?"
Passiflora touched her mouth with a finger.
"I believe our table is in the west region of the Gala. It is a very appropriate place for us, I think!" Solana nodded, however she couldn't stop to ask a question.
"Excuse me. Maybe it's a rude question, however why don't you wear a shirt?" She asked, avoiding staring. "Even if it is a ocean theme, is it a cultural custom?"

Dünfel

Fel Malengorious looked down at the Fleshling Women dressed in robes, then at the Fleshling women dressed in metal shells, and scratched his head. Bregün and Garün for their part took a fierce military stance, Bregün hoisting her makeshift stone shield in front of her, while Garün positioned himself behind her and brandished an obsidian knife that looked more like a cleaver. The two Dünfel, in a wordless display of tenacity and experience formed a congealed combat stance, each one covering the others holes as they stared down at the armed fleshlings.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding. We're not here to burn and pillage everything, we're the.... Ah what did the Fleshlings call it again? Honored Gala Security? Something like that,"

Turning around, Fel Malengorious looks at his two Dünfel grunts and promptly shouts.

"Bregün! Garün! We don't just start pulling out knives the instant a fleshling runs at it! Now stop acting like you were trained in a crevasse and get yourselves in line."

Grunting in affirmation, Bregün slung her ramshackle shield back onto her back, and Garün sheathed his jagged blade in its holster. Shaking his head in annoyance, Fel Malengorious looked back down at the Free Knights and presented them with the Boat he had accidentally procured from the Fisherman.

"Would you like this cup? It's full of water that I can't drink. I hear that fleshlings enjoy drinking water and touching things, like wood. This is made of wood."

Solana stared with disbelief.
(This is ridiculous!)
"I-I see. Certainly you seem well-suited for security." She looked hurriedly between the representative and the Dünfel. "I apologize for interrupting. I think."

She swiftly stepped out of the danger of the boat.
"Please put it in the water!" She declined with a loud voice. "We enjoy drinking water, but boats are for sailing!"

Passiflora helped the injured man up. "He will be fine! A little fright, I think. Probably the injury from flying will heal with a week. An ointment and bed-rest is prescribed!" She handed a small bottle to the servants who came to help carry the man. Then she turned and dusted beach sand from her coat.
"Solana, let's not play games with security! They have jobs to do!" She called out. Solana glared at her with exasperation expression.
Solana turned to the Dünfel and tried to make a dignified salute.
"Please continue your hard work!" She called out. Turning back to Passiflora to leave, she saw a cat-like expression.
"Don't say anything!" She warned her companion with ground teeth.
"Aren't you glad we have bathing suits? They're perfect for heroic beach action!"
"Passiflora!"
"I knew we would be fine."
"No you didn't!"
"Of course I did! I knew you could win."
"Shut up. It's embarrassing."


Makgrull

"Aye." Praestes K'vfin nodded. "I have seen my fair share of battle."

The Makgrull guard stares wistfully a moment at the ocean before speaking again. "Deep blow. Near our city. There is a underwater... trench? Trench is the word, aye. We call it 'The Maw', for it has teeth made of rock and Adamas Coral. And it spews forth deep sea creatures, at times. So we fight them. One got too close to the city. I was young. I was the only guard around. It knocked the spear from my hands, and went for a child as I went for the spear. T'lley... she went for the child."

"She was faster, but..." K'vfin touched the fin on his left arm, where Praemonstrator T'lley had her own scar. "Not fast enough. Blood in the water."

"I distract the beast. It sliced me in chest before I could stick the spear in it's head. Dead beast. Everyone safe, though. Became better Praestes to not let that happen again. I am thinking... that makes me like a knight?"
Passiflora and Solana exchanged sympathetic expression.
Then Passiflora clasped her hands and made a starry-eye expression.
"It is a very chivalric story, Sir Praestes!" She assured the Makgrull. Solana nodded with rare smile.
"My home is called Fernbrake, and there are many large monsters there. My family and Free Knights have defended travelers for a long time from such monsters. It is an honorable wound to receive when defending a child. As a Free Knight, I offer my respect." In one motion, Solana drew her sword, saluted and sheathed. "I pray to the goddess of chivalry for your continued honorable actions."

Passiflora looked curiously at Solana.
"Wasn't there a story about a hydra in Fernbrake?" Solana nodded.
"They are especially dangerous. I have only seen one." Passiflora's expression became like a cat.
"But compared to a Dünfel, right?" Solana scowled and cheeks became red. "You-!" She threatened slow. Passiflora shook her head.
"No, I admire you too, Solana! Surely most people were scared of them, but you were not! Even the Makgrull can be surprising." She turned to look to Praestes K'vfin. "Of course, I apologize for rudeness. Makgrull are surprising because it is our first time to meet. However, I hope we can have a good relationship."She offered her hand for handshake. "I would like to meet Praemonstrator T'lley, too. I think you are a nice couple!"



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[Morph Bark]

I'm a bit under the weather and uninspired today, so not much in the way of RP post.

I will, however, be dropping in this list of Lis that are eligible for marriage at this point. All of them can be married off. Italic names can't marry out, but others can marry into the family with them.

Li Tailin Fireguard, male (449)
Li Teutus di Tar, male (452)
Li Heikki Lius Timanpaholainen, male (464)
Li Aurorao, male (471)
Li Evelyn, female (472) - pirate
Li Aiguo, male (476)
Li Eadhild, female (477) - pirate
Li Arvo Su Mustaihoinen, male (477)
Li Huanglei, male (478) - Silver Lady priest
Li Shanshin, male (478) - Silver Lady priest


Betrothals available for the following:

Li Ambryn Ritius, female (484)
Li Kai Nisakovich, male (486)
Li Iulia de Leiming, female (486)
Li Tianshi de Leiming, female (486)
Li Marishi Ritius, female (486)
Li Hazael Toranath, male (488)

[HalfTangible]

"Then the Seaborne Confederation will transport him there. I wouldn't want him to be a point of contention between departing diplomatic convoys." Percy again tried to be diplomatic.


"You can leave Wesley here." Elwyn finally broke his silence. "It is rather that you do not wish to. There is a difference between what you can't do, milady, and what you won't do. You are choosing to behave in this manner, just as Wesley made his own choices. You may choose to recall him as the ingenuous naíf you knew when he was a child, but need I remind you he was commanding a battle when he was taken captive, leading nearly thirty thousand men, of his own volition. I have friends who died on that field, friends whose deaths he ordered, friends who I did not wish to die. Are your friends' sacrifices to be considered more valuable than mine, followers of your faith more valuable than any others, and if so on what basis?"

He glanced over towards her knights and the site of their struggle with the Unmarked. "You would also do well to remember that this is Imperial soil. Sycia is one of our most ancient friends, but only so much can be overlooked in the name of friendship. Do not dishonour your hosts with further insults to their hospitality, whether the Proconsul, the Magkrull, or the Qzare. I would also advise you not to lay hands on my sister again without her permission, or indeed any members of my wife's family."

He looked at the subject of the argument, taking in the expression, the collar and the leash leading to Senseneb's hand, and raised an eyebrow. "A little... vulgar, don't you think?" he said to Senseneb in a rather lighter tone.

"On the contrary, dear. I am not stating my own desires, or even giving orders." She looked to the man who claimed he was of the Imperium. "I am simply stating fact. Wesley will return with me, or with the Guilderene."

"I sincerely doubt that Wesley's decision was to have his mind broken, his neck collared and led here at the evident behest of his torturers. Feel free to deliver that line to yourself so you may sleep at night, but please remove that pile of **** from in front of my door."

She turned to leave and made her way partway through the Unmarked before turning her head back. "To answer your question, do not try to compare the death of a soldier in battle to the torture of a foreign sovereign. Wesley's death would have saddened me, but I would have gotten over it. Tzaltec cannot be expected to allow its soldiers to die to assuage my tears." Her eyes narrowed. "But the Tzalteclan had this man captured, his threat neutralized. They could have left it at that. They have instead tortured and broken this man for no reason other than their dislike of his daddy. By their own admission, this was done to him because they didn't like the way he was raised."

"When they do the same to your sovereign and your nation has no objection, then you can complain I'm overreacting."

"However, yes. It's my job as both High Priestess and Queen to care more about my people than yours. If I didn't I wouldn't be much of a ruler, now would I?"

"And do not pretend this is my nostalgia for the old days talking. Wesley is my nephew in all but blood, and my last correspondence from him was from shortly before his capture. I know him better than you ever could. If you want to denounce my behavior, by all means do so, but do not pretend that nothing provoked it."

She turned away again. "The Seaborne Confederacy's compromise is... less than ideal, but acceptable. He will leave this place for Sycia or Guilder." She waved back at them. "If you have a problem with that, then I'm sorry. Your problems will not change facts."

[Aedilred]

She turned away again. "The Seaborne Confederacy's compromise is... less than ideal, but acceptable. He will leave this place for Sycia or Guilder." She waved back at them. "If you have a problem with that, then I'm sorry. Your problems will not change facts."

"What facts, milady? What happens to the Doge is no concern of mine, and if, as I hope, peace is restored today then I am sure he will be returned to Guilder. But that does not excuse this display, which has been nothing short of a disgrace to your office and an insult to your hosts. And this is not Sycia: your word is not law here, nor is anyone obliged to treat your whims or opinions as if they are facts. I would hope a lady of your station would have learned the difference."

He bowed and made to leave.

[HalfTangible]

"What facts, milady? What happens to the Doge is no concern of mine, and if, as I hope, peace is restored today then I am sure he will be returned to Guilder. But that does not excuse this display, which has been nothing short of a disgrace to your office and an insult to your hosts. And this is not Sycia: your word is not law here, nor is anyone obliged to treat your whims or opinions as if they are facts. I would hope a lady of your station would have learned the difference."

He bowed and made to leave.

She glanced over her shoulder again. "If his return is assured, then what is the problem with me stating it aloud? If you have a problem with me seizing the arm of a rapist who seized the arm of a married man, then by all means tell me so and don't dance around the issue." She left. "My standing may very well be marred. My conscience, on the other hand, is not."

[Reggiejam]

Meztli and Artur stood by watching with some disdain the actions of Marvella and Senseneb, especially as the High Priestess began to rave on her demands and commands only to walk away in a huff.

"How unfortunate," Meztli mused, "I'd thought the High Priestess to be made of tougher stuff. I suppose that might explain Eero..." she said quietly catching Artur's ear and prompting a quiet chuckle from the Dwarf.

"Percy, hello," she said, turning her attention to the Confederate Skipper-General, "I've been instructed to speak with your regarding some shipments from our lands to yours, though I'd been intending to meet with you under finer circumstances."

"Do you have much contact with the Mularuhm?" Artur said, separating himself from Meztli to catch up with Elwyn.



~After the Makgrull Debut~

Meztli ascended the central Gala stage taking a deep, warm breath as she reached the speaking platform where the Cree Bloodknight and Makgrull Sanctus had stood earlier in the evening.

"Lords and Ladies, may I have your attention please?" she spoke into a thundersheet amplifier drawing attention and quieting the crowd around her.

"Greetings to all present, well known and freshly crested to the surface of knowledge," she inclined her head towards the Makgrull, "I am Meztli Tayanya, designated Regent and representative of the Queen of Faedas and the Heartwaste, High Prince of Sanctuary, Kyria Varinel. As some of you may know the Queen was recently an involved party in the so-called 'Sunset War' acting as a defender to the nation of Sympolemou when it came under attack. For this the Queen was called upon by the King of Ashenia for perceived breaches of the Pax Varinel signed by the Good Queen Valineth Varinel, mother of Kyria."

"The Queen, in her pursuit of justice and under the pledge of the King of Ashenia that he would remain removed from the War should she accede to a Quorum held in the Rotan Palace in Ashenia to determine her guilt or innocence and remove her armies, at the King's request only those of the Heartwaste but at the Queen's good nature extended to all the armies at her disposal, from the war. The Queen agreed and for her part held up her bargain, no Faedas troops be they of the Heartwaste Holds or the Ancient Fiefdom of Sanctuary, marched in the most recent engagements in the war and despite being blinded and having suffered personal familial loss at the hands of assassins the Queen personally attended the Quorum in Rotan."

"For those unaware of the proceedings the voting Quorum was hung, unable to reach a conclusion whether the Queen was guilty or not of the breaches she was accused of and the farcical trial became a hotbed of political maneuvering and deceitfulness led primarily by King Kellan of Ashenia who in opposition to the agreement made in good faith with our Queen marched his armies across the central north to join them in the war he'd pledged to remove himself from."

"One suggestion was made however, by both the nation of Guilder and reinforced by the words of Razdis, that the Pax Varinel had run its course and was no longer relevant. Our Queen agrees, and it is why I stand here now that all gathered here may hear and spread the news. By order of Queen Kyria Varinel I hereby announce the Heartwaste's removal from the Pax Varinel and its removal from all clauses, obligations, promises, and pledges therein made as well as absolving all obligations, promises, and protections guaranteed to it by the other signatory nations. Any and all clauses, sub-sections, and general points are from this point forward considered null and void to be called on by either the Heartwaste or the other signatory nations wherein those requests for upholding would fall upon the Heartwaste. The other signatory nations are invited to remove their names though under no obligation to do so, but to remain a signatory is to do so with the express understanding that the Heartwaste shall no longer be bound to those laws or any appendages made to the document. If any nation feels this shall directly affect them or are concerned as to the ramifications of this withdrawal they are invited to speak with me or send a personal letter to the Queen as Faedas and the Heartwaste are amicable to renegotiating any of the finer points such as trades or pacts of non-aggression on a bilateral basis."

"Thank you all for lending me your time, I promise to absorb no more of it and invite us all to return to the revelries of the Gala and the curiosities brought to us by the Makgrull!"

With that Meztli descended the stage, going over to rejoin Artur and the remaining Tzaltec delegation who were still at the Gala proper.

"I hope I presented that well enough for the Queen," she said, brushing a loose lock of metallic-black hair behind her ear.

[Kasanip]

Hurosha and Alzeroth

OOC: Hehe, sorry, I though I saw on the Tech table that you did not have the Sewer tech, my bad. Also, I didn't have enough time to read the post through it seems. Sorry for that.

Kialdo bowed his head in apology.
"And for those things, I must give my deepest apologies on behalf of the Alzerite people. I was young when the Free Cities approached me. Young and foolish. When Maur began it's assault, that quickly changed. I stood face to face with death, and the only thing going through my mind was the well-being of my people. I learned since then, and am willing to make amends.

The war with Zuiguo was one the Ministers disapproved of, my ladies. Back then, the Ministers still had a very significant amount of power. Enough to overrule me if they all agreed with one another. Which happened back then.

When Steward Euco reached out, he reached out to the then corrupt Ministers. In those days, I was still bound to them. They massively voted against war, and I was forced to keep Alzeroth's armies at home. If I had the autority back then that I had now, Alzeroth would have battle valiantly besides you."

A shred of anger shot in his voice in his next statement.

"Left Alzeroth undefended you say? I left my heir in change, my ladies, together with an army. Maur was Alzeroth's biggest threat, one that threatened to kill off the inhabitants themselves. I would never leave Alzeroth undefended. Not then, and not now.

That said, we are indeed neighbours, and even although I do not possess great knowledge about the Free Cities themselves, I want to better our relationship. If you ask for help defending your homeland, if you would allow us, Alzeroth will help."

Ryena stood up and spoke:

"I would wish to apologize as well, ladies of the Free Cities. Alzeroth did not possess the technology to create a good sewer system. Hence we thought you wouldn't as well. If you wish, we can supply another technology which is of use to you, if we manage to write up a treaty."

"We heard many great things about the Free Cities. The honor and valor of the Hospitalers is well known, even in lands as far away as Hurosha. As such, it would be our honor if we could manage to cooperate with one another.

The Empress bowed her head apologetically.

"It appears I made a mistake in writing up the scroll. I'll erase the unclear parts."

"May I ask what you would propose as a starting point for starting relationships between our people, Lady Solana, Lady Passiflora? It is clear that we do not think alike at this point."


(OOC: It is no problem! Mistake creates the interesting situation, too. :smallredface: I am sorry for delay.)

Solana continued to look suspiciously at Minister Kialdo Visontas.
"I do not believe your story, Minister Kialdo Visontas." She announced. "It is a sweet sound, however it cannot be true."
Passiflora looked chagrined at the blunt speech. However, Solana continued.
"For example, Year 435 of this calendar is when the war with The Greater Kingdom Zuiguo began with the Free Cities. It has been 65 years. Your war with the Ash Kingdom of Maur was not until already our valiant war with Zuiguo was finished. It's a long time, isn't it? Even if you try to avoid personal responsibility, you should properly accept responsibility for the actions of your government and people!" Passiflora put a hand on Solana's shoulder to calm tension atmosphere.
"Solana's words may be a little rude, I apologize. However, I think maybe there is a misunderstanding." She smiled diplomatically.
"It isn't a personal problem of Minister Kialdo Visontas. Of course we are concerned the leadership of your country has become chaotic and decisions of ministers becoming weakened. However, it is true that if you are a representative of your people, then the difficulty to explain trouble cannot be avoided by blaming others. A chivalric leader must show strength to accept such a responsibility of people and actions." Passiflora chided diplomatically. She gestured to Solana and herself. "Of course Solana isn't Lady Euco." She said, to emphasize politely the mistake of Minister Kialdo.
"Of course the victory of the Alzeroth Collective to defeat the Ash Kingdom of Maur should be properly regarded. Congratulations. The people of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities remember such a heroic struggle similarly, so I think there are some positions we can admire and agree together." She turned to regard Ryena Firegard.
"Of course the prowess of the Hurosha people is also admired." She clasped hands together.
"I think I would like to propose a starting relationship, to improve our friendship together."
"First, I think there is suspicion and mistrust because of ignorance. Let's improve our education together! I know the swordsmanship of Hurosha is very skillful. We Free Knights appreciate such abilities and have confidence for our abilities, too. I heard an academy is being built near Oreth, too? Let's arrange international exchange programs! Students and young people will learn more about each other, so we can reduce such an ignorance with teaching."

"Second, let's sign the Uran Convention! I am certain the humanitarian aid of Hospitalers and volunteers is respected for virtuous warriors such as yourselves. Working together to reduce suffering of our people is a similar goal, isn't it? Working together, I think we can improve our relationship."

"Finally, let's agree to allow merchants to freely travel! It is shameful even though Neu and Uran are so close, they cannot trade with the villages of Alzeroth Collective. Such a free movement is neighborly, I think."
Passiflora stopped with a smile.
"How do you think about this, Empress Ryena Firegard and Minister Kialdo Visontas? Do you have any suggestions?"



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[Rain Dragon]

The Grand Prince takes his new acquaintance's obvious discomfort in stride, well aware that despite knowledge of Niskovia having spread far and wide, most people still found Niskan custom a little strange and perplexing at times.

"It is always good to hear that the Jarrlanders appreciate Niskovian goods. Our trade captains ensure that such close friends as they receive only the best," Jehan glances about searchingly, "If my son hadn't scampered off, I would have had him tell you more of our homeland once our immediate business is concluded. Provided there were no other demands on your time here."

Jehan produces a scroll, muttering as he does so, "That and there's no telling where cousin Kazimir has got to..."

"Becoming friends is easy enough as I assume you already have terms in mind," Jehan makes a show of perusing the scroll, "establishing a trade relationship could take more work. Niskovia's provinces do certainly have abundant resources. I have a copy here, written in trade tongue if you would like to take a look," Tansyn, still standing by her husband's side, proffers a scroll for Llyeth to take if needed. "I will admit that I do not know what sort of goods your people can offer us, the news reaching us from my wife's cousins has been sketchy in recent years."

"Also, the Kaiser will likely arrive here in time for the dinner. Feel free to wait here for him if you would like Ainiveous." the Grand Prince adds, seemingly as an afterthought.

Jehan finally signs a response to Ainiveous, now that one of his hands is mostly hidden from the An Nádur by the scroll, <Then they already know that you still live, I swear at least three-quarters of the reports I receive from your Kardiloss are attempts to gauge my gullibility.> Jehan smirks a little, <I'm fairly certain they haven't yet caught on to the fact that I suspect them.>

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

"I do have a few things to do, but sometime after dinner I could seek him out." Ceannin Llyeth suggested, "I'm sure they're all okay." Llyeth was very careful to not let the relief at Jehan's cluelessness at Kazimir's whereabouts show.

I do have terms in mind to discuss, yes. Llyeth mentally thanked the people of the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea for having patiently discussed terms for their own treaty, else all Llyeth would have to go on is Ainiveous' word. Llyeth looked to Ainiveous for one of the scroll cases he had hanging from his belt. Smoothly, Ainiveous drew the scroll being sure to not damage the parchment with his long claws.
"I hear most nations sign pieces of paper for such, however we do not. We stand face to face and perform an Oath in front of witnesses; at least two Na Saoithe. Here is a sample of one we have recently written for this event. I hope it doesn't seem as though we are jumping to conclusions, I brought it as an example. I would be willing to sign a piece of parch as well, especially as I hear it is easier for some nations to keep track of their agreements this way. I can write well in Trade, though I would prefer to sign in our own script as well." Llyeth held out the rolled up scroll to the Grand Prince.

"I would like to take a look, yes. I would be glad to speak of An Nádur's resources for trade, if you would hear it? If not, Ainiveous has also written a brief description of each and surely has it somewhere." Llyeth explained.
"I hope this news not reaching you is not due to any ill that befell your family." Malynel respectfully added.

By all appearances Ainiveous did not seem to respond to Jehan's note though by now Jehan knew the former High Prince would hear and consider everything he heard. Was former head of the Spaiha also an appropriate assumption?

<I'm certain they know more than they let on. Our glorious hole in the ground is home to the finest spies the world has ever seen.> Ainiveous' hand movements became strange for the last sentence, as though he was feigning a foreign accent over the Niskan signing. At Jehan's smirk, the Ceannin scowled and looked at Ainiveous who's ever unchanging demeanour told him nothing. Still, Llyeth knew better by now and instead carefully said, "Was there something we did not know of Fera's Kaiser that you find amusing?"



An Nádur

Passiflora touched her mouth with a finger.
"I believe our table is in the west region of the Gala. It is a very appropriate place for us, I think!" Solana nodded, however she couldn't stop to ask a question.
"Excuse me. Maybe it's a rude question, however why don't you wear a shirt?" She asked, avoiding staring. "Even if it is a ocean theme, is it a cultural custom?"

Before the Main Event - The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn

"Ceannin Llyeth of An Nádur will seek you out at your table after dinner, then." Aithyn assured the Knights.

At the question, both the Cervidh looked a little confused. Ceárnu carefully spoke, "Well, it is a bit hot for us and in this sort of weather we usually don't wear the long skirts either. But apparently most foreigners feel very uncomfortable if we don't so we do." Ceárnu looks down at his bare chest, "Sorry, have we offended you?"
Aithyn remained silent as Ceárnu had already spoken what was on her mind. I saw most foreigners wearing something to cover their torso, but I just thought they were cold... Aithyn thinks to herself.

[WaylanderX]

Hurosha and Alzeroth
(OOC: It is no problem! Mistake creates the interesting situation, too. :smallredface: I am sorry for delay.)

Solana continued to look suspiciously at Minister Kialdo Visontas.
"I do not believe your story, Minister Kialdo Visontas." She announced. "It is a sweet sound, however it cannot be true."
Passiflora looked chagrined at the blunt speech. However, Solana continued.
"For example, Year 435 of this calendar is when the war with The Greater Kingdom Zuiguo began with the Free Cities. It has been 65 years. Your war with the Ash Kingdom of Maur was not until already our valiant war with Zuiguo was finished. It's a long time, isn't it? Even if you try to avoid personal responsibility, you should properly accept responsibility for the actions of your government and people!" Passiflora put a hand on Solana's shoulder to calm tension atmosphere.
"Solana's words may be a little rude, I apologize. However, I think maybe there is a misunderstanding." She smiled diplomatically.
"It isn't a personal problem of Minister Kialdo Visontas. Of course we are concerned the leadership of your country has become chaotic and decisions of ministers becoming weakened. However, it is true that if you are a representative of your people, then the difficulty to explain trouble cannot be avoided by blaming others. A chivalric leader must show strength to accept such a responsibility of people and actions." Passiflora chided diplomatically. She gestured to Solana and herself. "Of course Solana isn't Lady Euco." She said, to emphasize politely the mistake of Minister Kialdo.
"Of course the victory of the Alzeroth Collective to defeat the Ash Kingdom of Maur should be properly regarded. Congratulations. The people of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities remember such a heroic struggle similarly, so I think there are some positions we can admire and agree together." She turned to regard Ryena Firegard.
"Of course the prowess of the Hurosha people is also admired." She clasped hands together.
"I think I would like to propose a starting relationship, to improve our friendship together."
"First, I think there is suspicion and mistrust because of ignorance. Let's improve our education together! I know the swordsmanship of Hurosha is very skillful. We Free Knights appreciate such abilities and have confidence for our abilities, too. I heard an academy is being built near Oreth, too? Let's arrange international exchange programs! Students and young people will learn more about each other, so we can reduce such an ignorance with teaching."

"Second, let's sign the Uran Convention! I am certain the humanitarian aid of Hospitalers and volunteers is respected for virtuous warriors such as yourselves. Working together to reduce suffering of our people is a similar goal, isn't it? Working together, I think we can improve our relationship."

"Finally, let's agree to allow merchants to freely travel! It is shameful even though Neu and Uran are so close, they cannot trade with the villages of Alzeroth Collective. Such a free movement is neighborly, I think."
Passiflora stopped with a smile.
"How do you think about this, Empress Ryena Firegard and Minister Kialdo Visontas? Do you have any suggestions?"



OOC: No biggy, take your time. We're not in a hurry :smallbiggrin:.

"You misunderstand me, Lady Solana, Lady Passiflora. I am indeed to blame, I do see that. It was I who wasn't strong enough to ward my people from the attrocities commited by the ministers. I was blind to see the darkness in their hearts. I wasn't strong enough to stop them, too naive to see my own upcoming downfall. However, one learns from his faults. This tragedy shall not repeat itself. Upon my very life and soul, I will defend the lives of my people. I have sworn to do so, and so I will." Kialdo replied at Solana's critique.

Ryena nodded appreciatively. Kialdo's love for his homeland was well known throughout the Hurosha Empire, and together with his tactical Prowess and his cunning, the Grand Minister was a widely admired man.

"There is only so much one man can do. And regarding all the situations, Lord Visontas has done much to defend his people's interests. Even if some of it failed."

Ryena bowed her head in thanks at Passiflora's compliment.

"A shared education is a good idea indeed. Due to education, people learn to distinguish the truth from the lies, learn to see one's true value and realise their potential."

Kialdo nodded, deep in thought.

"Hhmm, yes. The people of the Free Cities are welcome at the Academy of Tactics and Prowess. However, it will take another 15 years to fully complete. Our facilities might not be the best until it is finished, but the folk of the Free Cities are welcome nontheless."

Ryena continued where Kialdo left off:

"Hurosha also plans on sending some teachers there from the Central Continent." Ryena said. "A wealth of knowledge will be collected at the Academy, that much is sure. And of course Hurosha will sign the Uran Convention. We had planned on doing that years ago, but we hadn't had the chance to come into contact with your people. I'm happy we get this chance now."

Ryena smiled warmly towards the two knights. Kialdo followed up.

"As for your last proposition, I agree. If anything, it would be a sign of friendship and at the least would help Alzeroth rebuild and regain it's glory. Alzeroth still has Firestone and Stone aplenty, if any merchants are interested in that."

Kialdo began writing on a new piece of parchment, writing down a basis for the new proposal.

"Hhmm, should we stimulate trade between our two nations? Like I said, we have Firestone and Workable Stone aplenty. If we stimulate trade, the merchants themselves might also flourish."

OOC: Do you agree with putting up a trade in the treaty, or do you want to only do trade fluffwise?


"Oh. Ahoy there." Close to the Shore Stage, an older looking Makgrull with large eyes and larger than average teeth, looked over at the goblin and human that approached. She certainly seemed important, for occasionally, the Sanctus Makgrull would speak out in their language of clicks and squeaks, and the older Makgrull would stop what she was doing to click back. When she wasn't doing this, the older Makgrull was smiling and chatting in a friendly manner to guests who wanted to speak with the Sanctus Makgrull.

"Tis nice to meet ye, Eljak and Kiaris. Ye may call me Praemonstrator P'tgap. I am one of the Sanctus's chief advisors, I am. What may I do for ye, on this fine day of our great unveiling?" P'tgap is certainly one of the more well spoken Makgrull, from all of those that have been heard so far. Still, she doesn't seem to understand why a pitcher of liquid is being offered to her, and is looking at it curiously.

"Well, us two," Eljak gestured to Kiaris and himself. "are researchers you see. And whenever I see a new people that I haven't met before, I make a point to say hello."

"Ah, this is the first time you've seen alcohol above water? You can drink this, it's very good. Nothing like seawater or the like. The only thing about alcohol is that you rather dizzy from it if you drink too much. If you want, you can try a sip?"

"Also, I was wondering. The Hurosha Empire, where I come from, consists of quite some underwater territory aswell. Have you folk heard of a folk called the Maighdeann? Or the Carrachan, who resently joined us?"

Kiaris spoke up, more practical matters on her mind.

"Of course, the Hurosha Empire would also love to create ties with the Makrull. The seas are an important part of Telluris after all and are full of knowledge waiting to be uncovered."


*Snip*

When the old man was wheeled to the Huroshan Delegation, a glint of recognition shone in Rove's eyes.

Muttering something allong the lines of "Excuse me.", he swiftly strode away with big paces. The sound of a table being flipped together with a cry of pain followed by a string of curses could be heard, the cry and curses sounding suspiciously like Rove.

Ryena, barely managing to contain her laughter, greeted the Guilderene. After he was done, Ryena balanced the swords in her hands before spinning them around and slashing through the air with great Prowess. She nodded appreciatively and stowed the swords safely away.

"Thank you for this gift, Guilder the Guilderene. If I recall Rove's stories correctly, that is what you were called at the Pax conference, correct? Despite everything that has happened, Guilder was and is remember as a valiant ally, both in combat and in progress alike. Helping Guilder is the least Hurosha can do for honoring the ties between our lands. As for Calorum, I believe there are some interesting things happening in their lands at this moment. They might let themselves be known again in time. Nobody can really say when the Cal-jin decide to show themselves once more."

She looked at the old man worriedly.

"Moreover, you don't seem to be in the best of conditions, to put it lightly. We have someone who can help aboard the Marius Pride who can allevate your pain a bit, make it more bareable. It would be no trouble really, it would only be a short trip to the Pride."

OOC: Nyllana is on board the Pride, but cannot come down due to the five man delegation rule. So if you want some pain suppresion/living slightly longer for Guilder the Guilderene, I can help. :smallbiggrin:


Somewhere Aithyn and Enendil

"I had only heard legends, and only because Hurosha partook in the Sunset War. Look!" Enendil subtly gestured toward one of the Cloudiz featured people present, "They remind me a little of the tales of some of the An Náduri fae of the beginning of the Sixth Age. Toward the end of it, beings described almost precisely the same," Enendil nodded toward the Cloudiz featured person, "were beginning to appear from the East. I thought these were just myths, but..."
"They could be the same as those of the East. Either way, I want to speak with this one." Aithyn grasped Enendil's arm gently but firmly and guided her in the direction of the Cloudiz.

The two women were still wearing naught but long skirts, but had exchanged their belts for matching deep blue ones set with small pieces of clear quartz which sparkled in the light like stars. Aithyn wore an amulet made of wood and quartz and adorned with feathers which rested lightly atop her chest. The tips of Enendil's ears were pierced, her left had a pair of small metal rings and her right had a piece of bone.

((OOC - This post is intended for WaylanderX. :smalltongue: I can describe the above characters in more depth again if necessary.))

Although he started out flying close to his mother and Kialdo, Sanell was drifting around somewhat. Still close to Ryena, but there was just so much to see! All new things, strange objects, strange habits and strange....races. The Cloudiz boy spotted Enendil and Aithyn approaching. Hovering down to close to the ground, he made a graceful bow.

"Hello there! May Prowess guide you. I haven't seen your kind of people before, so please forgive me if I say anything stupid. If I may ask, who are you and where do you come from?" He asked eagerly. He had always been fascinated with different races and different species of all sizes and origin.

The boy only then reminded the rest of his manners. Stumbling over his words due to his enthousiasm, he continued:

"Oh, apologies, I'll introduce mo..myself first. My name is Sanell Fireguard, of Hurosha. It's a pleasir...eehh pleasure to meet you!"

Noticing Sanell drifting behind, Kialdo and Ryena moved back towards the Huroshan prince. Upon seeing him in conversation with the nomads though, they kept their distance, curious how he would handle the situation.


Myrida Serendel was seen discussing things with another member of her family.

((I just want to get a post out before I miss the event entirely. Please interact.))

Later that day, Ryena spotted Myrida chatting and concequently approached her. Waiting until her colleague had finished talking, she greeted her.

"Prowess to you, Myrida. It has been a long time! How are you and my brother doing? And how are you cooping after the war? Are the newts causing any trouble still?"



The Wesley Parable

Silently watching, Rove stood among the crowd, together with Mariato and Orianis. The Arche watched the whole debacle and he actually felt sorry for the Syc-jin, even though they and Hurosha weren't on that good of terms. Wesley did not deserve this.

Rove wondered how the newt-jin would scream if some good old physical torture was to be inflicted on them instead. Or just outright kill them and leave their family to the "mercy" of those who served them in the past. Oh, the possibilities. (OOC: If this is offensive to anyone, I'll edit it out)

Rove observed the Tzaltec delegation. He could take Senusret out immediately, perhaps with 3 or 4 others, before Nezetkhamun could respond, he judged. Sure, he might die himself, but it would be so satisfying. A distorting aura started appearing across Kuroyume's blade.

"Are you alright, Lord Rove?" Mariato asked Rove, noticing the Arche's stare at the Tzaltecs and the mystical energies slowely seeping out of Kuroyume.

Snapping out of it, Rove shook his head. The aura disappeared, the blade returning to normal.

"Yes, I am. Sorry. I was thinking quite some....dark thoughts. The Guilderene Doge did not deserve this."

"Aye, nobody does. His bloody mind is damaged. It is to be seem if it can be repaired completely."

"Hhmm, let's keep watch for the time being. Maybe we can do something else later on."

"Aye."

[Kitsanth]

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

"I do have a few things to do, but sometime after dinner I could seek him out." Ceannin Llyeth suggested, "I'm sure they're all okay." Llyeth was very careful to not let the relief at Jehan's cluelessness at Kazimir's whereabouts show.

I do have terms in mind to discuss, yes. Llyeth mentally thanked the people of the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea for having patiently discussed terms for their own treaty, else all Llyeth would have to go on is Ainiveous' word. Llyeth looked to Ainiveous for one of the scroll cases he had hanging from his belt. Smoothly, Ainiveous drew the scroll being sure to not damage the parchment with his long claws.
"I hear most nations sign pieces of paper for such, however we do not. We stand face to face and perform an Oath in front of witnesses; at least two Na Saoithe. Here is a sample of one we have recently written for this event. I hope it doesn't seem as though we are jumping to conclusions, I brought it as an example. I would be willing to sign a piece of parch as well, especially as I hear it is easier for some nations to keep track of their agreements this way. I can write well in Trade, though I would prefer to sign in our own script as well." Llyeth held out the rolled up scroll to the Grand Prince.

"I would like to take a look, yes. I would be glad to speak of An Nádur's resources for trade, if you would hear it? If not, Ainiveous has also written a brief description of each and surely has it somewhere." Llyeth explained.
"I hope this news not reaching you is not due to any ill that befell your family." Malynel respectfully added.

By all appearances Ainiveous did not seem to respond to Jehan's note though by now Jehan knew the former High Prince would hear and consider everything he heard. Was former head of the Spaiha also an appropriate assumption?

<I'm certain they know more than they let on. Our glorious hole in the ground is home to the finest spies the world has ever seen.> Ainiveous' hand movements became strange for the last sentence, as though he was feigning a foreign accent over the Niskan signing. At Jehan's smirk, the Ceannin scowled and looked at Ainiveous who's ever unchanging demeanour told him nothing. Still, Llyeth knew better by now and instead carefully said, "Was there something we did not know of Fera's Kaiser that you find amusing?"

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Jehan de Sebastian and Tansyn Jarrow

"My word is binding enough, but I would hate to deprive my archivists of yet more documentation to keep track of," the Grand Prince explains, as he reminds himself once more to have the repository inspected for the presence of malicious document spirits. 'The archivists will need to be checked for signs of possession as well,' Jehan realises, even more grateful for the warning given by the Cree representative.

He proceeds to take the proffered scroll from Llyeth, perusing it swiftly, "these terms seem amicable enough, if my cousin Kazimir were here he could have a set of documents drawn up quite easily. I am not as skilled in writing Trade as I should be," admits Jehan, handing the scroll off to Tansyn - taking the other trade scroll from her as he does so - and says to her, "dearest, I hate to impose but if you could draw up the terms we decide on, I would appreciate it a great deal."

"Of course," she glances over the terms, then searches the nearby table for an inkpen and parchment. "Your cousin Teodor has appropriated my favourite pen again," Tansyn mutters, barely loud enough for her partner to hear.

As this is happening Jehan passes the list of Niskovian trade goods to Llyeth, exchanging it for theirs. "Once our agreement is finalised we can seal it with both oath and document, I am not sure what Na Saoithe means but I doubt you would have mentioned it if the conditions could not be met."

Noticing that her partner is occupied with reviewing the latest scroll, Tansyn replies to Malynel, "the recent war disrupted communications. That, and it didn't help that my new home and my ancestral land were nominally on opposing sides for much of the duration. Once the official end has been announced I plan to visit my family in Jarrland."

"Apologies for the levity," Jehan demurs, "Ainiveous' expression just now reminded me of an anecdote that my great-grandfather once told me." as his hands are obscured by the An Nádur trade goods scroll, Jehan signs, <I take it that you've already heard of your blushing Ashenite bride then?>

Noticing the exchange, Tansyn teasingly adds, <She is much too young for you, still if she makes you happy...>

[Rain Dragon]

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Jehan de Sebastian and Tansyn Jarrow

"My word is binding enough, but I would hate to deprive my archivists of yet more documentation to keep track of," the Grand Prince explains, as he reminds himself once more to have the repository inspected for the presence of malicious document spirits. 'The archivists will need to be checked for signs of possession as well,' Jehan realises, even more grateful for the warning given by the Cree representative.

He proceeds to take the proffered scroll from Llyeth, perusing it swiftly, "these terms seem amicable enough, if my cousin Kazimir were here he could have a set of documents drawn up quite easily. I am not as skilled in writing Trade as I should be," admits Jehan, handing the scroll off to Tansyn - taking the other trade scroll from her as he does so - and says to her, "dearest, I hate to impose but if you could draw up the terms we decide on, I would appreciate it a great deal."

"Of course," she glances over the terms, then searches the nearby table for an inkpen and parchment. "Your cousin Teodor has appropriated my favourite pen again," Tansyn mutters, barely loud enough for her partner to hear.

As this is happening Jehan passes the list of Niskovian trade goods to Llyeth, exchanging it for theirs. "Once our agreement is finalised we can seal it with both oath and document, I am not sure what Na Saoithe means but I doubt you would have mentioned it if the conditions could not be met."

Noticing that her partner is occupied with reviewing the latest scroll, Tansyn replies to Malyn, "the recent war disrupted communications. That, and it didn't help that my new home and my ancestral land were nominally on opposing sides for much of the duration. Once the official end has been announced I plan to visit my family in Jarrland."

"Apologies for the levity," Jehan demurs, "Ainiveous' expression just now reminded me of an anecdote that my great-grandfather once told me." as his hands are obscured by the An Nádur trade goods scroll, Jehan signs, <I take it that you've already heard of your blushing Ashenite bride then?>

Noticing the exchange, Tansyn teasingly adds, <She is much too young for you, still if she makes you happy...>

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

Llyeth would have found Jehan's comment of depriving his archivists of work a little odd were it not for the fact it had taken more than a decade for him to grasp spoken Trade and much longer than that to learn to write it. Spoken Trade language was unfortunately very different to An Náduri and written Trade was even worse. The Niskan archivists would have a passion for such things which Llyeth himself lacked. Thankfully, however, Ainiveous agreed to assist Llyeth in writing a few documents quickly and efficiently in his elegant Trade calligraphy shortly after Llyeth's discussion with Kazimir. When Jehan reached for Ainiveous' scroll which spoke of An Nádur's exports, Malynel's face fell slightly as he had been looking forward to testing how entertaining his description of them would be.

"The Na Saoithe are a sort of Council made of our most talented people whose skills are well balanced. Usually, one has to have lived much before one has what it takes to be Na Saoithe. I have with me the two Na Saoithe Cutheos, Ceárnu and Aithyn as well as my life mate Enendil, Malynel here and of course Ainiveous Elysius. Some or all of these could act as witnesses to our Oath." Ceannin Llyeth quickly explained.

Malynel's ears drooped slightly as he responded, "The war disrupted much, but I hope you find your family well."

Llyeth laughed softly, "Don't toy with me." he joked, "Ainiveous does not have expression."

<They say true love has no limits> Ainiveous' hand gestures were somehow inexplicably dripping with sarcasm, <I would expect the two of you may understand...>

EDIT - Miswording

[Kitsanth]

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

Llyeth would have found Jehan's comment of depriving his archivists of work a little odd were it not for the fact it had taken more than a decade for him to grasp spoken Trade and much longer than that to learn to write it. Spoken Trade language was unfortunately very different to An Náduri and written Trade was even worse. The Niskan archivists would have a passion for such things which Llyeth himself lacked. Thankfully, however, Ainiveous agreed to assist Llyeth in writing a few documents quickly and efficiently in his elegant Trade calligraphy shortly after Llyeth's discussion with Kazimir. When Jehan reached for Ainiveous' scroll which spoke of An Nádur's exports, Malynel's face fell slightly as he had been looking forward to testing how entertaining his description of them would be.

"The Na Saoithe are a sort of Council made of our most talented people whose skills are well balanced. Usually, one has to have lived much before one has what it takes to be Na Saoithe. I have with me the two Na Saoithe Cutheos, Ceárnu and Aithyn as well as my life mate Enendil, Malynel here and of course Ainiveous Elysius. Some or all of these could act as witnesses to our Oath." Ceannin Llyeth quickly explained.

Malynel's ears drooped slightly as he responded, "The war disrupted much, but I hope you find your family well."

Llyeth laughed softly, "Don't toy with me." he joked, "Ainiveous does not have expression."

<They say true love has no limits> Ainiveous' hand gestures were somehow inexplicably dripping with sarcasm, <I would expect the two of you may understand...>

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Jehan de Sebastian and Tansyn Jarrow

"Then that is more than acceptable to me," Jehan states, "the Sung Blossoms, they seem like goods that my Valeriyan kin would appreciate. If you have any available, what would your people appreciate in exchange?"

Tansyn adds a finishing flourish to a rough draft of terms, then responds to Malynel, "I look forward to it more each day, even if it will mean being apart from Jehan," she hands the document off to Jehan and continues, "being able to travel freely almost makes it worth it."

He peruses the document, idly musing, "But when you get an Orthyknin, a Haljan and a Niskan together..." Jehan trails off. "Put that way it sounds like a bad joke. How is it they say? You would've had to have been there."

"Excellent work dearest," Jehan hands the draft over, using the movement to sign, <It is touching that you would run out on your tax debt to be with her>

Tansyn checks her hands for errant ink-spots, then says, "If this draft is acceptable to you I can draw up a pair of formal copies."


And then Kazimir shows up.

"Cousin, I-" he stops dead when sees Llyeth, "You seem busy, I shall return later."

Jehan sketches a sign of greeting towards his errant relative, "Cousin Kazimir! Stay a while at least," the Grand Prince motions towards his newest acquaintances, "this is Ceannin Llyeth and Malynel of the An Nádur. And of course you remember Ainiveous Elysius."

A flurry of subtle sign erupts, <The Ceannin and I are about to seal a trade relationship. Behave.>
<I will, but I should really-> Kazimir begins to explain the situation.
Jehan gives his cousin a look, <You will not, I swear, it feels like I am the elder of us.>

Kazimir hides a sigh, "Llyeth, Malynel, an honour to make your acquaintance once more this day." He neglects the bow, recalling how the gesture made them uncomfortable previously and seemingly ignores Ainiveous.

<I had heard that you had gone off to announce that you were the true blazing avatar and depose that Radujic fellow, that you are here of all places is somehow disappointing.> he signs to Ainiveous.



Sometime during the evening ((for Kasanip if Kasanip has the time))

Late in the evening a man approaches Passiflora and Solana. He is shorter than many of the people present and seems to be of indeterminate age. Compared to the Free Knights he appears to be overdressed as he is wearing an elaborate black gown - those familiar with Niskans would realise that he is a noble upon seeing his attire - and though he carries no obvious weapon, something about the way he walks shows that the gown doesn't impede his movement in the slightest indicating to an observant watcher that he could become quite deadly at a moments notice.

"You are the representatives of the United Free Cities?" the man asks rhetorically, "It is an honour to make your acquaintance. I am General Teodor Nisakovich, my cousin Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian has requested that I deliver this missive to you." The General bows gracefully.

A scroll is produced - from where none are quite able to tell - and the General offers it to the young ladies. "The Grand Prince wishes for your people to know that the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is now a signatory party to your Uran Convention. My cousin regrets that he has been unable to meet with you in person. Sadly other pressing matters have occupied his time this evening."

"My cousin hopes that this will open diplomatic relations between our two peoples. That we have not been in contact before now is an oversight the Grand Prince wishes to rectify."

[lt_murgen]

She glanced over her shoulder again. "If his return is assured, then what is the problem with me stating it aloud? If you have a problem with me seizing the arm of a rapist who seized the arm of a married man, then by all means tell me so and don't dance around the issue." She left. "My standing may very well be marred. My conscience, on the other hand, is not."

"As the host, I most certainly have a problem with your actions. You are my guest here. The Tzaltec are my guests. If you had any issue with them, it should have been brought to me. Your callous disrespect for this event and diplomatic courtesy is appalling. I suggest you and your delgation leave within the hour. "

Percy lifted a small tube to his mouth. His voice was amplified across the entire island. "Queen Marvella and her delgation have seen fit to disgrace themselves and their people. All members of their delegation are required to exit the festivities within the hour. Security forces, excluding the Dunfel experts, are to assist in this."

Turning back to Marvella and setting aside the amplifier, he said with a certain vindictiveness, "Leave. Now."

He turned to the Tzaltec delegation. "Of course, bringing Wesley in such a manner could be seen as a deliberate provocation. However, the ICe Queen's actions clearly made you the injured party. To avoid any further issue, I formally request that Wesley and Senseneb return to your vessel and remain there. I will be certain amply food and entertainment are sent their way."


****a short time later*****

Meztli and Artur stood by watching with some disdain the actions of Marvella and Senseneb, especially as the High Priestess began to rave on her demands and commands only to walk away in a huff.

"How unfortunate," Meztli mused, "I'd thought the High Priestess to be made of tougher stuff. I suppose that might explain Eero..." she said quietly catching Artur's ear and prompting a quiet chuckle from the Dwarf.

"Percy, hello," she said, turning her attention to the Confederate Skipper-General, "I've been instructed to speak with your regarding some shipments from our lands to yours, though I'd been intending to meet with you under finer circumstances."


Percy was still in a huff. He had tried so hard to hold a good event without any unplanned drama, and those petty Easterners had attempted to ruin it. Swear words in a dozen languages were still running through his head as he turned to meet Meztli.
"Greetings. I aoplogize for the display. With luck, it wont ruin the festivities. How can I help you?"

[Gengy]

The Shore Stage


"Yes sir, we are. Along with Bjurnja and Puerto Melizine we produce the majority of the Consortium naval fleet. Our people are proud navigators of the water and the sky," she said, recovering from the earlier awkwardness and managing a slight smile as she thought about her homeland.


"Their lands lie south of the Island of the flying people, and south of the land of evil plants." Eli informed the speaker. The S.C.had spent many months quietly matching up what the Makgrull knew of Telluris with the known maps. It was challenging, as their perspective was... unique. In return, they helped the Makgrull develop some common names for the island nations in their vicinity.

"Her people are excellent sailors and shipbuilders. Certainly in the top five of all nations." He subtly teased.
Orator N'bbin was confused at first, but soon was nodding his understanding. With Uncle Sky's School for Surface Walkers being completed any day now, learning nation names - proper names - was going to be a major trial. For now, though, it was kind of the Seaborne to assist them. "Ye make wood demo-- **click**ing sorry -- I mean, ye make ships? That's... that's great! We do be having this idea. Fer a really big wood de... a really big ship. That has lots o' people, from all o'er the world, aye? And it be a school. A World School. Savvy?"


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"Well, us two," Eljak gestured to Kiaris and himself. "are researchers you see. And whenever I see a new people that I haven't met before, I make a point to say hello."

"Ah, this is the first time you've seen alcohol above water? You can drink this, it's very good. Nothing like seawater or the like. The only thing about alcohol is that you rather dizzy from it if you drink too much. If you want, you can try a sip?"

"Also, I was wondering. The Hurosha Empire, where I come from, consists of quite some underwater territory aswell. Have you folk heard of a folk called the Maighdeann? Or the Carrachan, who resently joined us?"

Kiaris spoke up, more practical matters on her mind.

"Of course, the Hurosha Empire would also love to create ties with the Makrull. The seas are an important part of Telluris after all and are full of knowledge waiting to be uncovered."

The older Makgrull took a curious, but cautious, sip of the alcohol as Eljak and Kiaris spoke. Praemonstrator P'tgap swashed the liquid around in her mouth, savoring it's taste. Her eyes widened, and she whispered, "Grog. Good grog."

Even at a whisper, several Makgrull in the area whipped their heads around to stare at the trio. Even the Sanctus, upon his throne on stage, spared a glance at them before returning to speak with a guest that had earned his attention. P'tgap smiled, shakily, as she returned the drink. "Thank you both. We do not... drink the drink much. Many find it rarer then gold in Praeclarus. Personally, I do be liking it's taste... but we've 'ad a few... incidents with Makgrull who drank too much. Orators and others whom will walk the surface have been warned to drink it in moderation. Now... about the Maighdeann and the Carrachan you speak of. We have heard of them. And aye... Hurosha, we have heard of ye as well. I think ye and I need to speak further. Shall we have a private dinner?"

Even as she spoke, the Sanctus Makgrull was getting up and walking away with his guard. It seemed dinner would be soon.

At your choice, we can hammer out details IC or OOC. Either way, P'tgap is of sufficient political power that she can draft trade/alliance/treaties, ect.

Personally, I'd prefer to go OOC at this point, and when Dinner is over, the Sanctus Makgrull can make an announcement about whatever it is that we decide.


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The Grand Gala


Myrida Serendel was seen discussing things with another member of her family.

Myrida Serendel is approached by a Makgrull who, unlike the rest, has an over sized belly. No other Makgrull appears to be fat... and the proportions on this Makgrull are off, if she is simply just overweight. Instead, it would appear that this Makgrull is several months pregnant. A bold political move by the Sanctus, for those that choose to take notice. It not only answers questions of how the Makgrull physiology works, but also states We are not afraid. We even bring our mothers here.

"Ahoy." The pregnant Makgrull makes a clumsy attempt at a bow, but because of her large belly, it is a little difficult. "I do be Orator D'gjin. How do ye find yourself this evening? Enjoying things?"


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Passiflora and Solana exchanged sympathetic expression.
Then Passiflora clasped her hands and made a starry-eye expression.
"It is a very chivalric story, Sir Praestes!" She assured the Makgrull. Solana nodded with rare smile.
"My home is called Fernbrake, and there are many large monsters there. My family and Free Knights have defended travelers for a long time from such monsters. It is an honorable wound to receive when defending a child. As a Free Knight, I offer my respect." In one motion, Solana drew her sword, saluted and sheathed. "I pray to the goddess of chivalry for your continued honorable actions."

Passiflora looked curiously at Solana.
"Wasn't there a story about a hydra in Fernbrake?" Solana nodded.
"They are especially dangerous. I have only seen one." Passiflora's expression became like a cat.
"But compared to a Dünfel, right?" Solana scowled and cheeks became red. "You-!" She threatened slow. Passiflora shook her head.
"No, I admire you too, Solana! Surely most people were scared of them, but you were not! Even the Makgrull can be surprising." She turned to look to Praestes K'vfin. "Of course, I apologize for rudeness. Makgrull are surprising because it is our first time to meet. However, I hope we can have a good relationship."She offered her hand for handshake. "I would like to meet Praemonstrator T'lley, too. I think you are a nice couple!"

If Praestes K'vfin had looked uncomfortable before, it paled in comparison to how uncomfortable he looked now. Passiflora and Solana had managed to answer another question about the Makgrull, though no one had asked it: Makgrull can blush.

Even big, strong, warrior Makgrull. K'vfin didn't know how to respond, and to make things worse - for the Praestes - the bell-like laughter of Praemonstrator T'lley rang out close by, as she joined the conversation. With another giggle, she said with a smile, "A nice couple? Aye, I suppose ye might think that."

"The good Praestes here," T'lly reached up with one hand and grabbed a hold of K'vfin's nose, moving his head back and forth slightly as she talked, "has been chasing after me for years now. But no, ladies, we do not be a couple."

If K'vfin had anything to say about that statement, or any feelings about it, he hid it well. The Praemonstrator continued, "Makgrull, ye see, mate fer life. I like dear K'vfin, aye. He has been a bosom buddy fer many years. Nearly as long as he's been trying to convince me ta be his mate. But my role - as an adviser ta the Sanctus - keeps me busy. Maybe some day, I will be having the time to settle down. Until then?"

Patting K'vfin's now un-moving, stony expressionless face, T'lley looked up at her guard with a smile, before whispering conspiratorially to the Free Knights, "I am making him sweat, savvy? It's good for him. Keeps this big lunk o' a guard humble."

"But enough teasing poor K'vfin! If I do be hearing right, ye are from the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities? Good! We have heard of ye. I understand that... there is a nation-wide treaty, regarding health and aid to all? Would... would ye be interested in having the Makgrull be a part of that? I know we have several young ones from Praeclarus who would love ta learn about the healing arts!"

The Makgrull wish to join the Hospitalers. And, if you are willing, I want to send some Makgrull to learn about healing people from you.


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The Tuvaak

The Tuvaak delegation is approached by a large muscled Makgrull, with a very sharp looking dorsal fin. "Ahoy there! I see ye. I am Chief Praestes U'ther. Ye look like a very strong people. Might we chat fer a bit?"


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Meztli ascended the central Gala stage taking a deep, warm breath as she reached the speaking platform where the Cree Bloodknight and Makgrull Sanctus had stood earlier in the evening.

"Lords and Ladies, may I have your attention please?" she spoke into a thundersheet amplifier drawing attention and quieting the crowd around her.

"Greetings to all present, well known and freshly crested to the surface of knowledge," she inclined her head towards the Makgrull, "I am Meztli Tayanya, designated Regent and representative of the Queen of Faedas and the Heartwaste, High Prince of Sanctuary, Kyria Varinel. As some of you may know the Queen was recently an involved party in the so-called 'Sunset War' acting as a defender to the nation of Sympolemou when it came under attack. For this the Queen was called upon by the King of Ashenia for perceived breaches of the Pax Varinel signed by the Good Queen Valineth Varinel, mother of Kyria."

"The Queen, in her pursuit of justice and under the pledge of the King of Ashenia that he would remain removed from the War should she accede to a Quorum held in the Rotan Palace in Ashenia to determine her guilt or innocence and remove her armies, at the King's request only those of the Heartwaste but at the Queen's good nature extended to all the armies at her disposal, from the war. The Queen agreed and for her part held up her bargain, no Faedas troops be they of the Heartwaste Holds or the Ancient Fiefdom of Sanctuary, marched in the most recent engagements in the war and despite being blinded and having suffered personal familial loss at the hands of assassins the Queen personally attended the Quorum in Rotan."

"For those unaware of the proceedings the voting Quorum was hung, unable to reach a conclusion whether the Queen was guilty or not of the breaches she was accused of and the farcical trial became a hotbed of political maneuvering and deceitfulness led primarily by King Kellan of Ashenia who in opposition to the agreement made in good faith with our Queen marched his armies across the central north to join them in the war he'd pledged to remove himself from."

"One suggestion was made however, by both the nation of Guilder and reinforced by the words of Razdis, that the Pax Varinel had run its course and was no longer relevant. Our Queen agrees, and it is why I stand here now that all gathered here may hear and spread the news. By order of Queen Kyria Varinel I hereby announce the Heartwaste's removal from the Pax Varinel and its removal from all clauses, obligations, promises, and pledges therein made as well as absolving all obligations, promises, and protections guaranteed to it by the other signatory nations. Any and all clauses, sub-sections, and general points are from this point forward considered null and void to be called on by either the Heartwaste or the other signatory nations wherein those requests for upholding would fall upon the Heartwaste. The other signatory nations are invited to remove their names though under no obligation to do so, but to remain a signatory is to do so with the express understanding that the Heartwaste shall no longer be bound to those laws or any appendages made to the document. If any nation feels this shall directly affect them or are concerned as to the ramifications of this withdrawal they are invited to speak with me or send a personal letter to the Queen as Faedas and the Heartwaste are amicable to renegotiating any of the finer points such as trades or pacts of non-aggression on a bilateral basis."

"Thank you all for lending me your time, I promise to absorb no more of it and invite us all to return to the revelries of the Gala and the curiosities brought to us by the Makgrull!"

With that Meztli descended the stage, going over to rejoin Artur and the remaining Tzaltec delegation who were still at the Gala proper.

"I hope I presented that well enough for the Queen," she said, brushing a loose lock of metallic-black hair behind her ear.

Shortly after her announcement, Meztli and Artur are approached by a clever looking female Makgrull with a necklace made of seaweed. "Ahoy! I am Orator F'lly. May I... may I ask more about what that was about? I'm trying ta learn about recent history, ye see. Chief Orator T'chep insists we learn about the world. He'll talk yer round fins off about... Thee-or-ret-ical Histories or some such nonsense. But he has a point; tis nice to know more about what's going on in the world."

The Docks


Ceárnu smiled apologetically, "I didn't presume you didn't. Sorry if it seemed that way. For us, it is slightly harder to hear underwater and most things sound different."

Malynel seemed happy for the Makgrull who was clearly quite happy to be here. Ceárnu thought for a few seconds before responding, "Well, An Nádur is a remnant of a vast collection of tribes of Fae and Elf. The Cervidh once were not even the most numerous peoples of An Nádur, though now there are few who are not. Most recently, some Elfin peoples joined us for reasons that are their own."

Orator H'tman appears confused for a bit, but is less so as the explanation goes on. "So, ye move about where ever ye like, on land? And what are those fine tattoos ye be sporting supposed to mean?"

[TheWombatOfDoom]

Later that day, Ryena spotted Myrida chatting and concequently approached her. Waiting until her colleague had finished talking, she greeted her.

"Prowess to you, Myrida. It has been a long time! How are you and my brother doing? And how are you cooping after the war? Are the newts causing any trouble still?"

"Prowess to you, Ryena. The Dawn will rise again. The war has taken its toll, but we are if anything, a stubborn nation. Further, 'after' the war might be a bit presumptuous. I'm sorry, Ryena - newts?"

---After Ryena departs---


Myrida Serendel is approached by a Makgrull who, unlike the rest, has an over sized belly. No other Makgrull appears to be fat... and the proportions on this Makgrull are off, if she is simply just overweight. Instead, it would appear that this Makgrull is several months pregnant. A bold political move by the Sanctus, for those that choose to take notice. It not only answers questions of how the Makgrull physiology works, but also states We are not afraid. We even bring our mothers here.

"Ahoy." The pregnant Makgrull makes a clumsy attempt at a bow, but because of her large belly, it is a little difficult. "I do be Orator D'gjin. How do ye find yourself this evening? Enjoying things?"

"A pleasure, Orator D'gjin," Myrida said, trying her best to mimic the pronounciation. "I am Myrida, Empress to the Dawn Empire, and this is my brother, Robert. The festival is certainly an admirable event, and a welcome plesantry after such dark happenings. I'm delighted that your people desired to rise to the occasion. The amount of respect you have shown of my kind will not be forgotten, at least by me. And I'm certainly appreciative of the passing of tradition in the form of the Centenial Tapestry. How may I help you?"

[WaylanderX]

The older Makgrull took a curious, but cautious, sip of the alcohol as Eljak and Kiaris spoke. Praemonstrator P'tgap swashed the liquid around in her mouth, savoring it's taste. Her eyes widened, and she whispered, "Grog. Good grog."

Even at a whisper, several Makgrull in the area whipped their heads around to stare at the trio. Even the Sanctus, upon his throne on stage, spared a glance at them before returning to speak with a guest that had earned his attention. P'tgap smiled, shakily, as she returned the drink. "Thank you both. We do not... drink the drink much. Many find it rarer then gold in Praeclarus. Personally, I do be liking it's taste... but we've 'ad a few... incidents with Makgrull who drank too much. Orators and others whom will walk the surface have been warned to drink it in moderation. Now... about the Maighdeann and the Carrachan you speak of. We have heard of them. And aye... Hurosha, we have heard of ye as well. I think ye and I need to speak further. Shall we have a private dinner?"

Even as she spoke, the Sanctus Makgrull was getting up and walking away with his guard. It seemed dinner would be soon.

At your choice, we can hammer out details IC or OOC. Either way, P'tgap is of sufficient political power that she can draft trade/alliance/treaties, ect.

Personally, I'd prefer to go OOC at this point, and when Dinner is over, the Sanctus Makgrull can make an announcement about whatever it is that we decide.

"A private dinner?" Eljak and Kiara looked at eachother. "Of course, if you wish, we'll even get a small barrel of...grog to go with it if it strikes your fancy. Everyone can take a small sip, and enjoy. Drinking at least a bit is an important part of partying, in my humble opinion."

Kiara rolled her eyes at the Bucka's antics, but her expression was amused.

"I would be honored to join. Thank you for the invitation."

Sure thing, I have no qualms about taking it OOC. Shall I dive back up what we typed in Skype and form it in a draft-treaty?


"Prowess to you, Ryena. The Dawn will rise again. The war has taken its toll, but we are if anything, a stubborn nation. Further, 'after' the war might be a bit presumptuous. I'm sorry, Ryena - newts?"

"I'm happy to hear that."

Ryena leans over to Myrida and whispers:

"I am readying Maighdeann explorers to help your nation get back on track. Serendel was looking into underwater colonization, correct? Hurosha will make sure you can skip the exploration part. It's the least I can do to help a friend in need."

"Oh, and sorry." Ryena grinned. "I guess I need to call them Tzaltec. Sorry for the confusion."

[Kasanip]

Hurosha and Alzeroth

OOC: No biggy, take your time. We're not in a hurry :smallbiggrin:.

"You misunderstand me, Lady Solana, Lady Passiflora. I am indeed to blame, I do see that. It was I who wasn't strong enough to ward my people from the attrocities commited by the ministers. I was blind to see the darkness in their hearts. I wasn't strong enough to stop them, too naive to see my own upcoming downfall. However, one learns from his faults. This tragedy shall not repeat itself. Upon my very life and soul, I will defend the lives of my people. I have sworn to do so, and so I will." Kialdo replied at Solana's critique.

Ryena nodded appreciatively. Kialdo's love for his homeland was well known throughout the Hurosha Empire, and together with his tactical Prowess and his cunning, the Grand Minister was a widely admired man.

"There is only so much one man can do. And regarding all the situations, Lord Visontas has done much to defend his people's interests. Even if some of it failed."

Ryena bowed her head in thanks at Passiflora's compliment.

"A shared education is a good idea indeed. Due to education, people learn to distinguish the truth from the lies, learn to see one's true value and realise their potential."

Kialdo nodded, deep in thought.

"Hhmm, yes. The people of the Free Cities are welcome at the Academy of Tactics and Prowess. However, it will take another 15 years to fully complete. Our facilities might not be the best until it is finished, but the folk of the Free Cities are welcome nontheless."

Ryena continued where Kialdo left off:

"Hurosha also plans on sending some teachers there from the Central Continent." Ryena said. "A wealth of knowledge will be collected at the Academy, that much is sure. And of course Hurosha will sign the Uran Convention. We had planned on doing that years ago, but we hadn't had the chance to come into contact with your people. I'm happy we get this chance now."

Ryena smiled warmly towards the two knights. Kialdo followed up.

"As for your last proposition, I agree. If anything, it would be a sign of friendship and at the least would help Alzeroth rebuild and regain it's glory. Alzeroth still has Firestone and Stone aplenty, if any merchants are interested in that."

Kialdo began writing on a new piece of parchment, writing down a basis for the new proposal.

"Hhmm, should we stimulate trade between our two nations? Like I said, we have Firestone and Workable Stone aplenty. If we stimulate trade, the merchants themselves might also flourish."

OOC: Do you agree with putting up a trade in the treaty, or do you want to only do trade fluffwise?

"Our esteemed Grand-Master Commelina of Neu would agree, one should wear a school uniform before armor! Our Prestigious Heroic Academies certainly can provide some assistance for your academies, I think. Of course we would like to offer support for rebuilding. I also look forward to the chance to see prowess of Hurosha someday." Passiflora said with warm smile.
About trade she touched her mouth with a finger.
"I know that Dalmasca and the Ram's Horns Mountains provide very good stone. But probably it isn't of interest to Alzeroth merchants to trade such a <Stone> for <Stone> agreement. It's a lot of work to carry heavy stones such a distance only to receive more stones." She sighed, but recovered quickly.
"I think Firestone sounds interesting, of course. We have wonderful fibrous flame, used to make beautiful uniforms and clothing." Passiflora said, turning to show off her own coat. Solana crossed her arms with a frown expression. Probably she would not be showing her bathing suit under cloak.
"Firestone and Fibrous flame. Somehow it sounds very warm! But if that sounds too hot, maybe Sphynks of Bastet would trade glass?" Passiflora tapped her mouth with thinking expression. However she shakes her head.
"I don't think Sphynks want any more hot things." She said regretfully. "But a merchant could trade this and that to earn money." She spoke her thoughts. It seemed agreeable, and she began to nod.
"Yes, I think that sounds appropriate! We can make such an agreement for Firestone. Would the preference be of Fibrous Flame or Glass?" She asked. "Also, I don't know what the Empress of Hurosha might desire for merchants." She read the scroll again.
"Alchemical seaweed, blowstars, crystal... I am not familiar with these things." She admitted.

(OOC: It can make a trade. However, I don't know the offer of Hurosha very much)

An Nádur
[QUOTE=Rain Dragon;18764540]Before the Main Event - The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn

"Ceannin Llyeth of An Nádur will seek you out at your table after dinner, then." Aithyn assured the Knights.

At the question, both the Cervidh looked a little confused. Ceárnu carefully spoke, "Well, it is a bit hot for us and in this sort of weather we usually don't wear the long skirts either. But apparently most foreigners feel very uncomfortable if we don't so we do." Ceárnu looks down at his bare chest, "Sorry, have we offended you?"
Aithyn remained silent as Ceárnu had already spoken what was on her mind. I saw most foreigners wearing something to cover their torso, but I just thought they were cold... Aithyn thinks to herself.
Solana coughed awkwardly while Passiflora covered her mouth again. The two Free Knights met eyes together.
(It's cultural! You should respect other cultures!)
(It's awkward for you, too!)
(I think it is strange. Isn't it just Raaneki culture? Isn't this event a beach party? But some guests are dressed heavily.)
(Besides, it's your fault we're wearing bathing suits!)
(Well, it's not such an exposition. I will be upset if we don't swim, however.)
(They will think we're kids!)
(Maybe yourself, Solana. I didn't want to say anything-)
(Shut up! Don't say anything!)
Passiflora returned with diplomatic smile while trying not to laugh.
"I think it is just cultural difference." She said politely. "It would be inappropriate for a knight to appear in such a way. For humans, it is a social error to show one's ○○ to someone. Because ○○- "
Solana covered Passiflora's mouth. Her face was very red.
"Excuse my question! It's a dignified custom. We look forward to meeting your Ceannin Llyeth soon. Please excuse us." Solana said, and began to drag Passiflora away.


(OOC: Sorry, I will write response to Gengy and Kitsanth next.)

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[Rain Dragon]

Although he started out flying close to his mother and Kialdo, Sanell was drifting around somewhat. Still close to Ryena, but there was just so much to see! All new things, strange objects, strange habits and strange....races. The Cloudiz boy spotted Enendil and Aithyn approaching. Hovering down to close to the ground, he made a graceful bow.

"Hello there! May Prowess guide you. I haven't seen your kind of people before, so please forgive me if I say anything stupid. If I may ask, who are you and where do you come from?" He asked eagerly. He had always been fascinated with different races and different species of all sizes and origin.

The boy only then reminded the rest of his manners. Stumbling over his words due to his enthousiasm, he continued:

"Oh, apologies, I'll introduce mo..myself first. My name is Sanell Fireguard, of Hurosha. It's a pleasir...eehh pleasure to meet you!"

Noticing Sanell drifting behind, Kialdo and Ryena moved back towards the Huroshan prince. Upon seeing him in conversation with the nomads though, they kept their distance, curious how he would handle the situation.

Somewhere Aithyn and Enendil

The two Cervidh smiled at the inexperience of Sanall Fireguard. Their smiles were not malicious or amused but encouraging, friendly ones which implied thoughts of their own youthful mistakes. "We see you, Sanell Fireguard of Hurosha." Aithyn spoke as though to an equal of the same status as she, "I am Aithyn of An Nádur."
"I am Enendil of An Nádur. We are Cervidh, and were honestly wondering the same of you. That is, we were curious of your people as we have seen similar only in old carvings and heard of only in older stories. Well, until word from the North reached our ears."


Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Jehan de Sebastian and Tansyn Jarrow

"Then that is more than acceptable to me," Jehan states, "the Sung Blossoms, they seem like goods that my Valeriyan kin would appreciate. If you have any available, what would your people appreciate in exchange?"

Tansyn adds a finishing flourish to a rough draft of terms, then responds to Malynel, "I look forward to it more each day, even if it will mean being apart from Jehan," she hands the document off to Jehan and continues, "being able to travel freely almost makes it worth it."

He peruses the document, idly musing, "But when you get an Orthyknin, a Haljan and a Niskan together..." Jehan trails off. "Put that way it sounds like a bad joke. How is it they say? You would've had to have been there."

"Excellent work dearest," Jehan hands the draft over, using the movement to sign, <It is touching that you would run out on your tax debt to be with her>

Tansyn checks her hands for errant ink-spots, then says, "If this draft is acceptable to you I can draw up a pair of formal copies."


And then Kazimir shows up.

"Cousin, I-" he stops dead when sees Llyeth, "You seem busy, I shall return later."

Jehan sketches a sign of greeting towards his errant relative, "Cousin Kazimir! Stay a while at least," the Grand Prince motions towards his newest acquaintances, "this is Ceannin Llyeth and Malynel of the An Nádur. And of course you remember Ainiveous Elysius."

A flurry of subtle sign erupts, <The Ceannin and I are about to seal a trade relationship. Behave.>
<I will, but I should really-> Kazimir begins to explain the situation.
Jehan gives his cousin a look, <You will not, I swear, it feels like I am the elder of us.>

Kazimir hides a sigh, "Llyeth, Malynel, an honour to make your acquaintance once more this day." He neglects the bow, recalling how the gesture made them uncomfortable previously and seemingly ignores Ainiveous.

<I had heard that you had gone off to announce that you were the true blazing avatar and depose that Radujic fellow, that you are here of all places is somehow disappointing.> he signs to Ainiveous.

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

"Though our people have meese who carry our belongings, many of them did not make the trip through the Southern Lands and many of the rest we left in lands with other meese so they may live. The ones we have left are those who refused to leave us whether for better lands or the Realm of the Dead. Our meese are few, but long time friends to An Nádur. Though the Sabretooth Tiger are quite different, they also appear well aclimatised to the weather in which we thrive. The only issue in befriending these Tigers to travel with us is ensuring the meese don't eat them!" Ceannin Llyeth winked, "We have heard of the Sabretooth Tigers from Ainiveous and An Nádur are interested in them. That said, Ainiveous' 'list' of your exports was incomplete..." Incomplete was an understatement, for all Ceannin Llyeth had managed to hear from Ainiveous on the matter before the Gala was brief mention of a few of the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia's exports, most of which were Feran.

"To travel halfway across the world freely sounds rather alluring, if you ask me." Malynel replied.

"I suppose this is possible, though a Master Loreweaver would certainly be able. I might understand how it could sound like a bad joke, but I don't know who the Orthyknin are." Ceannin Llyeth spoke in a light tone, though his manner was not quite casual.

After Ceannin Llyeth had glanced subtly in Ainiveous' direction before examining the documents Princess Tansyn had drafted, Ainiveous signed back to the Grand Prince, <It was one of the hardest decisions of my life, Jehan de Sebastian of House Nisakovich, Grand Prince of the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia, High Prince of the Niskan people, Honorary Elder of Valeriya, Prince of Karintiya, Prince of Kaspiyskiya, High Chief of the Felcath Clans and Potentate of the Severtian people by hereditary right of conquest, Son of Sebastian Nisakovich Son of Alvar Solberg. Believe me.>

"All looks well to me. Do you mind if Malynel also checks this? And later the Na Saoithe Cutheos, Ceárnu and Aithyn." Llyeth inquired.

On Kazimir's entry, Malynel silently waved slightly and Llyeth did not even grace him with that, instead allowing Kazimir to speak to the Grand Prince and relying on Ainiveous' reluctance to acknowledge those who seem to think so little of him coupled with the Niskans' lack of knowledge of An Náduri etiquette.

<Here to cause trouble again, Kazimir?> Ainiveous quickly signed in a way that would be difficult for Kazimir to miss. Ainiveous was careful not to otherwise acknowledge the Niskan, in case his theory on why the Ceannin ignored Kazimir was correct.

The two An Náduri both responded with 'I see you' to Kazimir's greeting. Malynel would usually have said more or offered a bow, however the Ceannin's lack of welcome to the Niskan struck Malynel as a louder warning than if he were to stride up to Kazimir and punch him in the face.

<You should really pay the proper respects to your one True Lord and Master, the Blazing Avatar Ainiveous Elysius, Guardian of the Peace, Son of Keshmeo Elysius Daughter of Shadou Elysius, lest the Powers that Be become angry with you.> Ainiveous signed with much grandeur.


The Docks

Orator H'tman appears confused for a bit, but is less so as the explanation goes on. "So, ye move about where ever ye like, on land? And what are those fine tattoos ye be sporting supposed to mean?"

The Docks Ceárnu and Malynel

Malynel nodded, "In theory, though there have been some issues in the past which have prevented the An Náduri from doing so."

At the Makgrull's next question, Malynel and Ceárnu looked at each other briefly. Ceárnu's tattoos were numerous and likely would take a while to properly explain unless he wished to summarise, which may not do them any justice. Malynel tapped the tattoo on his bow arm lightly, "This tattoo represents who I am now and my hopes for the future. Many of the An Náduri choose vine-like designs for a tattoo." Malynel tapped the flower on his shoulder, This large flower is one which can be found very rarely in my homelands. It represents my wife, who is unfortunately not with us at the moment. Along the vine, here, Malynel taps a pair of small flowers a little further down his arm, "Are flowers which can be found in other lands which I hope to see and represent my two children. These flowers are their favourites." Malynell ran a finger along the place where the vines wove together from his elbow to wrist, "As you can see, these vines were separate until here. This represents my new family among the An Náduri and the hope we shall live long, fulfilling lives together."

"What do your tattoos mean to you?" Ceárnu asked.


An Nádur

Solana coughed awkwardly while Passiflora covered her mouth again. The two Free Knights met eyes together.
(It's cultural! You should respect other cultures!)
(It's awkward for you, too!)
(I think it is strange. Isn't it just Raaneki culture? Isn't this event a beach party? But some guests are dressed heavily.)
(Besides, it's your fault we're wearing bathing suits!)
(Well, it's not such an exposition. I will be upset if we don't swim, however.)
(They will think we're kids!)
(Maybe yourself, Solana. I didn't want to say anything-)
(Shut up! Don't say anything!)
Passiflora returned with diplomatic smile while trying not to laugh.
"I think it is just cultural difference." She said politely. "It would be inappropriate for a knight to appear in such a way. For humans, it is a social error to show one's XXXX to someone because-"
Solana covered Passiflora's mouth. Her face was very red.
"Excuse my question! It's a dignified custom. We look forward to meeting your Ceannin Llyeth soon. Please excuse us." Solana said, and began to drag Passiflora away.

Before the Main Event - The Docks Ceárnu and Aithyn

The two Cervidh watched the flurry of whispered conversation, shuffling their feet awkwardly and tried to not make the situation any more awkward.
At the Knights' words, the Cervidh were slightly confused. There was a word there which they were not sure exactly what the An Náduri equivalent was.

Were foreigners offended by shoulders, perhaps?

((OOC - It was nice RPing with you. :smallsmile:))

EDIT - Typo

[TheDarkDM]

International Incidents

As Marvella's guards moved to her side, they found themselves blocked by a wall of black steel and red masks, the eyes of the Unmarked glittering with barely restrained violence. The armored crusaders pressed against them, and for a moment it seemed blood might be spilled. But then Marvella spasmed, shouting into the wind before she ordered them to stand down.

Within the ring of the Unmarked, the Tzaltec nobility stood stunned. Their ally, their supposed friend, had heaped such insults upon them as to be nearly inconceivable. Senusret and Nezetkhamun seemed carved from iron as they stared down at Marvella, while Senseneb's face was written with shock and Khensa's with barely-restrained rage. Still, they seemed content to allow Marvella to shame herself as she continued to lash out, against Carmine, against the Seaborne Confederacy. Eventually, she had disappeared from sight, and Senusret took a shuddering breath. As his hands unclenched, blood spattered down on the flagstones from the gouges in his palms. Still, he turned towards Elwyn and Percy without a care for his wounds. To Elwyn he gave a nod of wholehearted gratitude, while he shrugged apologetically to Percy.

"Had we known Wesley's presence would wake such madness in the High Priestess, we would have asked him to stay on the ship. We thought the sight of what was once familiar might hasten his recovery, but it seems to have been a mistake."

He turned to face Senseneb, who had regained her composure.

"Daughter, take Wesley back to the ships. And have a care - in her current state I am unsure the High Priestess is safe to be near."

Senseneb bowed in response.

"Of course, father. Please, try and discover what vexes Marvella so - she was not herself, and I fear for her."

She turned to return to the Tzaltec airships, tugging Wesley to follow. In response, sixteen Unmarked broke ranks and slipped into a ring around the couple. As they left, Senusret addressed Percy once more.

"Thank you for your generous offer, Skipper General. Now, I suggest we continue to the peace talks and attempt to forget this unpleasantness. Elwyn, you have my deepest gratitude for leaping to Senseneb's defense. I shall be sure to commend you to your father."

[Reggiejam]

Percy was still in a huff. He had tried so hard to hold a good event without any unplanned drama, and those petty Easterners had attempted to ruin it. Swear words in a dozen languages were still running through his head as he turned to meet Meztli.
"Greetings. I aoplogize for the display. With luck, it wont ruin the festivities. How can I help you?"

"The Queen asked me to bring you this Skipper-General," she withdrew a script of paper, a necklace, and a letter and handed them to the Confederate.

On the script was a royal writ authorizing the shipment of Eyrecradian Opals to the region of Tar as tribute to the Holy Land. The letter was addressed for the Eldest Child. The necklace was made of fine platinum and set with opals.

"The necklace is for your sister-in-law, Varwynn, as are the well wishes and good tidings to both Varwynn and Arthur. The script is to authorize shipments as it says. The Queen wishes to retain good relations with the Holy Land and is of course indebted even further to the Mother and her Chosen upon this mortal earth by the actions of Kina to interfere for Faedas in the Sunset War. The letter is for the Eldest, but I suspect it is to thank him personally for the prayers that surely made the movement of the Erlstorm possible."





Shortly after her announcement, Meztli and Artur are approached by a clever looking female Makgrull with a necklace made of seaweed. "Ahoy! I am Orator F'lly. May I... may I ask more about what that was about? I'm trying ta learn about recent history, ye see. Chief Orator T'chep insists we learn about the world. He'll talk yer round fins off about... Thee-or-ret-ical Histories or some such nonsense. But he has a point; tis nice to know more about what's going on in the world."


"The Pax Varinel is not terribly recent history," Meztli said with a thin smile, "And is itself a rather complicated result of a rather complicated series of wars even further back through history. I am no historian, simply an agent of Her Grace Queen Kyria, an agent who has just now carried out her Queen's orders dissolving any relevance the Pax might have retained. Though, of course, the true dissolution of the meaning and bonds of the Pax was carried out by the Kingdom of Ashenia and its actions in this war. This today was simply the Queen untying her hands from a document no other signatories of its page held themselves to."

[lt_murgen]

"The Queen asked me to bring you this Skipper-General," she withdrew a script of paper, a necklace, and a letter and handed them to the Confederate.

On the script was a royal writ authorizing the shipment of Eyrecradian Opals to the region of Tar as tribute to the Holy Land. The letter was addressed for the Eldest Child. The necklace was made of fine platinum and set with opals.

"The necklace is for your sister-in-law, Varwynn, as are the well wishes and good tidings to both Varwynn and Arthur. The script is to authorize shipments as it says. The Queen wishes to retain good relations with the Holy Land and is of course indebted even further to the Mother and her Chosen upon this mortal earth by the actions of Kina to interfere for Faedas in the Sunset War. The letter is for the Eldest, but I suspect it is to thank him personally for the prayers that surely made the movement of the Erlstorm possible."


"I will make sure Varwynn receives this beautiful gift. It will surely become a Crown Jewel of the Confederacy in years to come." Taking the note, he tucked it into an inside pocket in his vest. "I will personally see the Eldest receives our note, even if I have to read it to him myself. His good eye is failing him in his old age." Mentally, he made a note to discuss with Elemi and the notion of Kina affecting the world.

Checking my notes, Elemi was born in 425, so he is in his mid 70s. Now Quill live a long time, but he has had a hard life. Also, there is the rumor of a reincarnation of Tupelo going around....

[Kitsanth]

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

"Though our people have meese who carry our belongings, many of them did not make the trip through the Southern Lands and many of the rest we left in lands with other meese so they may live. The ones we have left are those who refused to leave us whether for better lands or the Realm of the Dead. Our meese are few, but long time friends to An Nádur. Though the Sabretooth Tiger are quite different, they also appear well aclimatised to the weather in which we thrive. The only issue in befriending these Tigers to travel with us is ensuring the meese don't eat them!" Ceannin Llyeth winked, "We have heard of the Sabretooth Tigers from Ainiveous and An Nádur are interested in them. That said, Ainiveous' 'list' of your exports was incomplete..." Incomplete was an understatement, for all Ceannin Llyeth had managed to hear from Ainiveous on the matter before the Gala was brief mention of a few of the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia's exports, most of which were Feran.

"To travel halfway across the world freely sounds rather alluring, if you ask me." Malynel replied.

"I suppose this is possible, though a Master Loreweaver would certainly be able. I might understand how it could sound like a bad joke, but I don't know who the Orthyknin are." Ceannin Llyeth spoke in a light tone, though his manner was not quite casual.

After Ceannin Llyeth had glanced subtly in Ainiveous' direction before examining the documents Princess Tansyn had drafted, Ainiveous signed back to the Grand Prince, <It was one of the hardest decisions of my life, Jehan de Sebastian of House Nisakovich, Grand Prince of the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia, High Prince of the Niskan people, Honorary Elder of Valeriya, Prince of Karintiya, Prince of Kaspiyskiya, High Chief of the Felcath Clans and Potentate of the Severtian people by hereditary right of conquest, Son of Sebastian Nisakovich Son of Alvar Solberg. Believe me.>

"All looks well to me. Do you mind if Malynel also checks this? And later the Na Saoithe Cutheos, Ceárnu and Aithyn." Llyeth inquired.

On Kazimir's entry, Malynel silently waved slightly and Llyeth did not even grace him with that, instead allowing Kazimir to speak to the Grand Prince and relying on Ainiveous' reluctance to acknowledge those who seem to think so little of him coupled with the Niskans' lack of knowledge of An Náduri etiquette.

<Here to cause trouble again, Kazimir?> Ainiveous quickly signed in a way that would be difficult for Kazimir to miss. Ainiveous was careful not to otherwise acknowledge the Niskan, in case his theory on why the Ceannin ignored Kazimir was correct.

The two An Náduri both responded with 'I see you' to Kazimir's greeting. Malynel would usually have said more or offered a bow, however the Ceannin's lack of welcome to the Niskan struck Malynel as a louder warning than if he were to stride up to Kazimir and punch him in the face.

<You should really pay the proper respects to your one True Lord and Master, the Blazing Avatar Ainiveous Elysius, Guardian of the Peace, Son of Keshmeo Elysius Daughter of Shadou Elysius, lest the Powers that Be become angry with you.> Ainiveous signed with much grandeur.

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Jehan de Sebastian, Tansyn Jarrow and Kazimir Nisakovich

Even though Jehan hadn't thought that the An Nadur would want the Tigers for furs, it was still good to hear that this was not the case. "Then we are agreed on an exchange of Sabretooth Tigers for Sung Blossoms?" the Grand Prince stated, choosing not to comment on Ainiveous' supposed incomplete report. In Jehan's experience there was no way that the Kardiloss Lord didn't know exactly what Niskovia was sending and where.

"Travel between Niskovia and Jarrland is easy enough. One need only secure passage on one of the many merchant vessels that travel between them," Tansyn says, before continuing in a more neutral tone, "If I had wanted to travel to the far east, it would be much more difficult. Practically no Niskovian goods reach any of the Eastern Empires."

Sketching a sign of impressed acknowledgement to Ainiveous, Jehan answered Llyeth's implied query. "Orthyknin are Kardiloss." the Grand Prince glances at the silent Ainiveous briefly. "I didn't realise that you would be unfamiliar with the term."

"They are officials of your people yes?" The question was rhetorical, "I have no problem with their also looking the document over."


Nodding in acknowledgement of the An Náduri greeting, Kazimir turned to greet the Kardiloss Lord. "and Ainiveous, it is an honour." the noble bows, "though it is strange that our paths cross here. I assume that the Grand Prince has filled you in on recent events back home?"

'Another point to Ainiveous, over 5 years and still as skilled as ever,' Jehan thought, noting the exchange between his cousin and Ainiveous, and he knows what Kazimir has done that has these people so on at edge with his mere presence.

Hoping things weren't about to unravel right before the signing, he made an attempt to keep things light, "Given that we are all acquainted and that our peoples are soon to formally become friends, would you care to join us later tonight for a toast to this new year?" the Grand Prince produces a finely-crafted flask, "It is something of a Niskan tradition, and this meeting should be the last of my official business for the evening. I have with me some fine Karintiyan Vodka, and if Aipiskaupus shows at some point, well I know that Haljan is never without his absinthe."

the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is seeking the following techs;
-Crossbows
-Horse Riding (advanced)
-Inspired Militia
-Pitch

link (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?351078-Empire!-The-Lands-of-Telluris-%28the-fluff-beyond-the-crunch%29&p=17517006&viewfull=1#post17517006) to Niskovia's tech table

the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is seeking to gain the following resources;
-Sulphur
-Nitrates
-Tar
-Horses

link (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?351078-Empire!-The-Lands-of-Telluris-%28the-fluff-beyond-the-crunch%29&p=17517006&viewfull=1#post17517006) to Niskovia's trade nested bullet points of doom

[lt_murgen]

the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is seeking the following techs;
-Crossbows
-Horse Riding (advanced)
-Inspired Militia
-Pitch

link (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?351078-Empire!-The-Lands-of-Telluris-%28the-fluff-beyond-the-crunch%29&p=17517006&viewfull=1#post17517006) to Niskovia's tech table

the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is seeking to gain the following resources;
-Sulphur
-Nitrates
-Tar
-Horses

link (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?351078-Empire!-The-Lands-of-Telluris-%28the-fluff-beyond-the-crunch%29&p=17517006&viewfull=1#post17517006) to Niskovia's trade nested bullet points of doom


I can trade you
-Horse Riding (advanced)
-Inspired Militia
-Pitch

for
-Steam trains
-mysticism studies
-arquebi

I would also love to get some Engineers for my university in Galomyr in exchange for Nitrates from the Sea of Glass for you

[Snowfire]

The Senate delegation, having returned the Gift-swords of Guilder to their ship - for they did not wish to carry blades into a place of celebration - now chose to return to the celebrations, and the core of the Gala. Their had been letters, and much correspondence in them, passed between the offices of the Republics and those who were present here, yet much of that had been settled already. Little more remained in much of those concerns then a last confirmation of terms, and the Speaker's signature - to be countersigned by his Ministers.

Yet some things remained, some for which correspondence had not been capable of settling all - or simply not been possible, in the case of this event's revealed hosts. Yet the number was happily few. And once they had been met, the delegation of the Republics would be free to pursue the simpler and purer goals. Of friendship, and of peace.

The Unexpected Hosts

The Makgrull's appearance as the true reason for the Centennial Gala was one that had surprised the Speaker and his Ministers as much as all others, yet it was a surprise from which they recovered swiftly on their return to the main stretches of the event, for in this folk there seemed the possibility of new friends. So Asiir approached them, with his Ministers in tow, to talk and - if it seemed favorable - trade. And there was one thing he was almost certain would interest his prospective conversation partners.

This is short to let you set the scene here, mainly as I don't know who you want to end up talking with Asiir or where he'd find them exactly. It would be before dinner, however.

Old Friends

The Triumvirate's relations with the Empire of Hurosha had been...complex for many of the long years that the two nations had shared a border. With their reformation as the UJR however, the time was seen as a good one to clarify it once again. Tensions had grown between the states over generations, and with the world only now pulling back from the horror of war, the Senate had voted for a fresh renewal of relations with their northern neighbor. And so the Speaker sought out their delegation, to talk of the many things that one might with their neighbors, especially when they had voiced a declaration of discontent.

New Friends!

The UJR had heard much of the Republic of Free Cities far to their West, yet had had little chance to meet with the - seemingly - flourishing new state. They had read the news of marriage and unification with much interest - and in some ways, joy - and in many ways the fact that the Free Cities had chosen to attend was of great consideration to the attendance of the Speaker himself. There was a treaty they must sign, at the very least. And, if they were truly blessed, their talk might lead to the foundations of a happy friendship.

For himself, Speaker Asiir was dressed in the simply garb of the Senate - a house of equals, despite the need for his position - and he approached the Free Knight delegation with care.

"Ladies Passiflora and...Solana, was it not?" He extended a hand in greeting. "I greet you in the name of Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja, and it is a pleasure to meet you both, representatives of the Free Cities. I wish to offer the apologies of the Republics, for the events of the Sunset War and the joining of the nation of Raaneka to make the Republics made us incapable of attending the Uran Convention in more than an observatory role. Yet that was the work of the last Speaker, and I swore upon my election that I would see the Union's name attached to that worthy document." He bowed slightly, a sign of respect - although Solana and Passiflora might now know it - rarely given.

"If, as I and my people hope, that would be permitted."

[Kitsanth]

I can trade you
-Horse Riding (advanced)
-Inspired Militia
-Pitch

for
-Steam trains
-mysticism studies
-arquebi

I would also love to get some Engineers for my university in Galomyr in exchange for Nitrates from the Sea of Glass for you

I've been offered a better deal for both Horse Riding (advanced) and Pitch plus I am under a non-proliferation agreement on the Arquebi.

I can agree to Mysticism Studies for Inspired Militia and Engineers for Nitrates is fine with me.

[Gengy]

The Grand Gala


"A pleasure, Orator D'gjin," Myrida said, trying her best to mimic the pronounciation. "I am Myrida, Empress to the Dawn Empire, and this is my brother, Robert. The festival is certainly an admirable event, and a welcome plesantry after such dark happenings. I'm delighted that your people desired to rise to the occasion. The amount of respect you have shown of my kind will not be forgotten, at least by me. And I'm certainly appreciative of the passing of tradition in the form of the Centenial Tapestry. How may I help you?"

Orator D'gjin grinned a toothy Makgrull grin, before continuing, "Yar, tis less of how ye can help me, and more o' how we might be able to help each other! We have heard tales o' the ones called 'the Mer', and are very curious to meet them. Be it true that they, at one time, did not have solid, permanent homes, e'en in the embrace of Mother Sea?"

The Makgrull are interested in Abyssium and also learning from your Craftsman. Praeclarus also needs Tech :smallbiggrin: Can I interest you in anything? Like Whales, or Squid? You are one of the few players who could actually *take* said animals, rather then their... byproducts.

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"The Pax Varinel is not terribly recent history," Meztli said with a thin smile, "And is itself a rather complicated result of a rather complicated series of wars even further back through history. I am no historian, simply an agent of Her Grace Queen Kyria, an agent who has just now carried out her Queen's orders dissolving any relevance the Pax might have retained. Though, of course, the true dissolution of the meaning and bonds of the Pax was carried out by the Kingdom of Ashenia and its actions in this war. This today was simply the Queen untying her hands from a document no other signatories of its page held themselves to."

Orator F'lly nodded slowly, trying to puzzle out what was happening. At the mention of the most recent war, F'lly frowned -- which, for a Makgrull, is impressive in itself. "Aye, I think I understand. The recent conflicts have many questioning the Sanctus and his decision ta bring us ta the surface now. But I agree with him. If not now, when? When more than just the Pono al Ono swim into our waters? No. Better ta make friends now, then to surprise ye all later."

Losing the frown, and grinning widely, Orator F'lly dipped her head in respect, and asked, "Do ye think yer Queen might be interested in making new friends?"


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Time Bubble - Before Dinner

The Unexpected Hosts

The Makgrull's appearance as the true reason for the Centennial Gala was one that had surprised the Speaker and his Ministers as much as all others, yet it was a surprise from which they recovered swiftly on their return to the main stretches of the event, for in this folk there seemed the possibility of new friends. So Asiir approached them, with his Ministers in tow, to talk and - if it seemed favorable - trade. And there was one thing he was almost certain would interest his prospective conversation partners.

As the Speaker made his way to the stage, he was actually met by a pair of Makgrull. The female had a naturally friendly smile, and a twinkle in her dark eyes that promised good-natured mischief. The male was stocky and silent and had speckled, spotted, grey skin. The female spoke first, after bowing politely, "Ahoy. We see ye. I am Explorer B'bwin, and this is my mate, Praestes D'bwin. Be ye the Chief Orator fer the Radurjic Union?"


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The Docks


Malynel nodded, "In theory, though there have been some issues in the past which have prevented the An Náduri from doing so."

At the Makgrull's next question, Malynel and Ceárnu looked at each other briefly. Ceárnu's tattoos were numerous and likely would take a while to properly explain unless he wished to summarise, which may not do them any justice. Malynel tapped the tattoo on his bow arm lightly, "This tattoo represents who I am now and my hopes for the future. Many of the An Náduri choose vine-like designs for a tattoo." Malynel tapped the flower on his shoulder, This large flower is one which can be found very rarely in my homelands. It represents my wife, who is unfortunately not with us at the moment. Along the vine, here, Malynel taps a pair of small flowers a little further down his arm, "Are flowers which can be found in other lands which I hope to see and represent my two children. These flowers are their favourites." Malynell ran a finger along the place where the vines wove together from his elbow to wrist, "As you can see, these vines were separate until here. This represents my new family among the An Náduri and the hope we shall live long, fulfilling lives together."

"What do your tattoos mean to you?" Ceárnu asked.
Orator H'tman smiled, and replied while pointing at his own tattoos, "Near Praeclarus is the deep sea trench, known ta us as The Maw, for it has teeth o' rock and diamonds, but also a belly full o' sea monsters. It is there that Praeclarus posts a good portion o' our Praestes men and women. I was honored ta have been among them when I was younger. The spears along my arm are the twin Spears of Praeclarus, and to me, at least, they are symbols o' strength and protection. They mark me as having once been a Praestes. The designs in between are what mark me as having lept away from that, and into the newly made role o' an Orator. Which reminds me... I'm supposed ta be making friends 'ere. Would An Nádur be interested in an accord o' some kind?"

Aaand this is where the treaty we have worked out actually gets worked out. Yay! You are welcome to continue to speak with Orator H'tman, if you have other questions.

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The Shore Stage


"A private dinner?" Eljak and Kiara looked at eachother. "Of course, if you wish, we'll even get a small barrel of...grog to go with it if it strikes your fancy. Everyone can take a small sip, and enjoy. Drinking at least a bit is an important part of partying, in my humble opinion."

Kiara rolled her eyes at the Bucka's antics, but her expression was amused.

"I would be honored to join. Thank you for the invitation."

Shortly after dinner, the Sanctus Makgrull returns. He is followed by Praemonstrator P'tgap, and the two are reviewing several recently drafted documents. Finally, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman stands once more upon the Podium, and makes an announcement.

"Ahoy, guests and new friends. We thank ye all again for attending. I'll keep this as brief as I can." Holding up the pieces of paper in his hand, the Sanctus Makgrull waves them around for everyone to see. "What I 'ave 'ere are recently crafted treaties with new shipshape friends o' the Makgrull. They were crafted by our Orators during this event, and will be transferred to Adamas Coral before we return to our great city of Praeclarus. There is one here, though, o' particular note."

"The Makgrull are many things, aye. We are curious. We are explorers. We are adaptable. We are friendly, and desire peace. Many o' these documents are pacts of non-agression, and agreements ta exchange students and things ye of the surface have learned of that we have not. But more than anything, the Makgrull are protectors of the ocean. As long as the Makgrull are around, we will do everything we can ta keep Mother Sea safe. Fer us, and fer all who travel across it. So it gives me great pleasure ta sign an accord that starts a new League that shares that interest o' protection. Any who dwell within the sea are welcome to join the Protection of Aquatic Dwellers League, also known as P.A.D.L. We shall be posting what it means ta be a member o' the League, and invite any who wish ta join to speak with Praemonstrator P'tgap or our new friends from Hurosha. Thank ye fer your attention."

The Sanctus Makgrull lept off the podium, and landed in front of the throne below. He handed the piece of parchment to Praemonstrator P'tgap, whom walked off the stage and then stood nearby, for those who wanted to read it.


Members of PADL agree to the following:

- Nonagression amongst intelligent beings living below the sea
- All avenues of diplomatic and peaceful exchanges between members of PADL must be attempted before any formal dissolution of membership from this League are considered
- Members agree to discuss the sharing of resources and technologies, as they exist or are developed, for the benefit of undersea exploration and retaining control of the sanctity and safety of the sea
- In the event of a dispute of ownership of certain areas of the sea, members will resolve the conflict peacefully
- Members will defend the ocean against any intruders that mean it harm
- Confirmed international pirates will be treated as invaders that would mean the ocean harm
- Members of PADL agree to allow the exchange of students between schools, such as the diplomatic college, Uncle Sky's School for Surface Walkers
- Where politically possible, members of PADL will assist each other in other diplomatic ventures

Current Members:
- Praeclarus
- Hurosha



Current Time: 8:45pm
New Century: Midnight

[WaylanderX]

"Our esteemed Grand-Master Commelina of Neu would agree, one should wear a school uniform before armor! Our Prestigious Heroic Academies certainly can provide some assistance for your academies, I think. Of course we would like to offer support for rebuilding. I also look forward to the chance to see prowess of Hurosha someday." Passiflora said with warm smile.
About trade she touched her mouth with a finger.
"I know that Dalmasca and the Ram's Horns Mountains provide very good stone. But probably it isn't of interest to Alzeroth merchants to trade such a <Stone> for <Stone> agreement. It's a lot of work to carry heavy stones such a distance only to receive more stones." She sighed, but recovered quickly.
"I think Firestone sounds interesting, of course. We have wonderful fibrous flame, used to make beautiful uniforms and clothing." Passiflora said, turning to show off her own coat. Solana crossed her arms with a frown expression. Probably she would not be showing her bathing suit under cloak.
"Firestone and Fibrous flame. Somehow it sounds very warm! But if that sounds too hot, maybe Sphynks of Bastet would trade glass?" Passiflora tapped her mouth with thinking expression. However she shakes her head.
"I don't think Sphynks want any more hot things." She said regretfully. "But a merchant could trade this and that to earn money." She spoke her thoughts. It seemed agreeable, and she began to nod.
"Yes, I think that sounds appropriate! We can make such an agreement for Firestone. Would the preference be of Fibrous Flame or Glass?" She asked. "Also, I don't know what the Empress of Hurosha might desire for merchants." She read the scroll again.
"Alchemical seaweed, blowstars, crystal... I am not familiar with these things." She admitted.

(OOC: It can make a trade. However, I don't know the offer of Hurosha very much)

OOC: Because the round is coming to an end, I'm keeping the next part OOC, or else we might run out of time. Shall we do a trade for Firestone and Fibrous Flame? That would let the agreement look as follows:

Trade: Firestone for Vibrous Flame.
Free passage for merchants throughout both nations.
Assistance for Academies in each nation.
As a sign of goodwill, Hurosha and the Alzeroth Collective will sign the Hospitaler Treaty.

Does this look alright to you? I'll put this in my actions. If you want to add anything, just post it in this thread, I'll change it aswell.

[Reggiejam]

Orator F'lly nodded slowly, trying to puzzle out what was happening. At the mention of the most recent war, F'lly frowned -- which, for a Makgrull, is impressive in itself. "Aye, I think I understand. The recent conflicts have many questioning the Sanctus and his decision ta bring us ta the surface now. But I agree with him. If not now, when? When more than just the Pono al Ono swim into our waters? No. Better ta make friends now, then to surprise ye all later."

Losing the frown, and grinning widely, Orator F'lly dipped her head in respect, and asked, "Do ye think yer Queen might be interested in making new friends?"


"I'm certain the Queen would be interested, though our nation is relatively uninvolved in the affairs of the sea, their being no concern of ours given our position, we always seek good relations with friends to the most Holy Lands of Tar, member state of the Seaborne Confederacy," Meztli answered, "Was there something you had in mind?"

[Kasanip]

Makgrull

If Praestes K'vfin had looked uncomfortable before, it paled in comparison to how uncomfortable he looked now. Passiflora and Solana had managed to answer another question about the Makgrull, though no one had asked it: Makgrull can blush.

Even big, strong, warrior Makgrull. K'vfin didn't know how to respond, and to make things worse - for the Praestes - the bell-like laughter of Praemonstrator T'lley rang out close by, as she joined the conversation. With another giggle, she said with a smile, "A nice couple? Aye, I suppose ye might think that."

"The good Praestes here," T'lly reached up with one hand and grabbed a hold of K'vfin's nose, moving his head back and forth slightly as she talked, "has been chasing after me for years now. But no, ladies, we do not be a couple."

If K'vfin had anything to say about that statement, or any feelings about it, he hid it well. The Praemonstrator continued, "Makgrull, ye see, mate fer life. I like dear K'vfin, aye. He has been a bosom buddy fer many years. Nearly as long as he's been trying to convince me ta be his mate. But my role - as an adviser ta the Sanctus - keeps me busy. Maybe some day, I will be having the time to settle down. Until then?"

Patting K'vfin's now un-moving, stony expressionless face, T'lley looked up at her guard with a smile, before whispering conspiratorially to the Free Knights, "I am making him sweat, savvy? It's good for him. Keeps this big lunk o' a guard humble."

"But enough teasing poor K'vfin! If I do be hearing right, ye are from the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities? Good! We have heard of ye. I understand that... there is a nation-wide treaty, regarding health and aid to all? Would... would ye be interested in having the Makgrull be a part of that? I know we have several young ones from Praeclarus who would love ta learn about the healing arts!"

The Makgrull wish to join the Hospitalers. And, if you are willing, I want to send some Makgrull to learn about healing people from you.

Passiflora and Solana looked to have surprised, but become relaxed during teasing of Praestes K'vfin.
(They are good people, I think.)
(Yes, I think so, too!)
Passiflora stood proudly with her hands on her hips when it is mentioned [Uran Convention].
"Oh, your words are well spoken! The work of hospitalers is important for everyone, I think. Of course we are very happy to invite you to join as volunteer. Certainly it is a chivalric way to start new century!"
"However..." Solana interrupted. She coughed politely. "I think it is difficult for us to promise such a hospitaler support in the ocean."
"We can support anywhere!" Passiflora passionately disagreed.
"In a volcano?" Solana was deadpan.
"Of course! Even if a Dünfel is stomping nearby."
"On a boat?"
"Of course! It's the same as a river boat." Passiflora's optimism was burning. "It's a hobby in poor taste to look down on us Hospitalers, Solana!" She chided.
"How about underwater?" The unimpressed deadpan question of Solana.
"Of course!"
"But we can't breathe underwater." Solana sighed. Passiflora looked surprised. She touched her mouth with a finger.
"You're right! That will be a troublesome problem." She regarded the Makgrull.
"Well! I think we can find the method to support properly! Of course we can swim!" Passiflora said, to show off her bathing suit. "The purpose of a Free Knight is also to defeat any challenge. I am certain working together we can defeat all challenges. I don't know if Makgrull can walk far. It is a long travel to our country. However, there are many rivers and it is rainy weather often. Of course we would like to offer our hospitality, too." She diplomatically said to Praemonstrator T'lley.


Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja

New Friends!

The UJR had heard much of the Republic of Free Cities far to their West, yet had had little chance to meet with the - seemingly - flourishing new state. They had read the news of marriage and unification with much interest - and in some ways, joy - and in many ways the fact that the Free Cities had chosen to attend was of great consideration to the attendance of the Speaker himself. There was a treaty they must sign, at the very least. And, if they were truly blessed, their talk might lead to the foundations of a happy friendship.

For himself, Speaker Asiir was dressed in the simply garb of the Senate - a house of equals, despite the need for his position - and he approached the Free Knight delegation with care.

"Ladies Passiflora and...Solana, was it not?" He extended a hand in greeting. "I greet you in the name of Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja, and it is a pleasure to meet you both, representatives of the Free Cities. I wish to offer the apologies of the Republics, for the events of the Sunset War and the joining of the nation of Raaneka to make the Republics made us incapable of attending the Uran Convention in more than an observatory role. Yet that was the work of the last Speaker, and I swore upon my election that I would see the Union's name attached to that worthy document." He bowed slightly, a sign of respect - although Solana and Passiflora might now know it - rarely given.

"If, as I and my people hope, that would be permitted."
Immediately recognizable as Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities, Passiflora of Rubia's royal blue hair matched the confident smile on her face. She was wearing a fibrous flame coat in a style that was popular among Free Knights of the Free Valley Cities. The heavy purple matched her eyes, and announced the white and red Hospitaler armband she wore over her coat sleeve. Under the coat was a swimsuit. Her belt was adjusted tightly to fit, and she wore strong leather boots. Despite the short height of all Free Knights, she had lithe and noble figure, her dainty steps showed strong agility and balance.

She wore a smile easily, while her green-hair companion Solana of Fernbrake seemed to be a serious type. Solana wore a heavy purple cloak to match such a delegation's regulation. However, she had seen the many clothing types of the delegation, and quickly had put a shirt on over her bathing suit. Despite appearing cautious, she walked with deliberate pace.

They looked curiously at the approach of Speaker Asiir, but both Free Knights touched hand to heart in a salute when Speaker Asiir introduced himself.
"It's nice to meet you, too. I am Passiflora of Rubia." Passiflora diplomatically said.
"I am Solana of Fernbrake." Solana introduced. Passiflora stood proudly with her hands on her hips when it is mentioned [Uran Convention].
"Oh, your words are well spoken! The work of hospitalers is important for everyone, I think. Of course we are very happy to invite you to sign this law. I am sure we can make such an arrangement during this event. Certainly it is a wonderful way to start new century!"
She bowed politely with hand on her heart.
"As a hospitaler, especially I would like to honor your decision."
(You have said this before.)
(I know! It's wonderful, isn't it?)
(Last time the situation became embarrassing)
(Oh, is it deja vu?)
(He said Raaneka!)
(Is that so? He doesn't have indecent exposure and tattoo? Maybe under the clothes?)
Passiflora covered her mouth and seemed concerned. Solana coughed politely and then spoke.
"Excuse me, what is your name? You said that Raaneka will be joining, to?" She appeared to be searching for such a suspicious person.
"I am certain if Raaneka also wanted to sign, it is ok." Passiflora diplomatically said. "However, I look forward to cooperation with the Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja for our Hospitalers. I understand the Sunset War has been very devastating. Let's work together to help all of the injured and suffering people." She offered a handshake to Speaker Asiir.

Niskovia

Sometime during the evening ((for Kasanip if Kasanip has the time))

Late in the evening a man approaches Passiflora and Solana. He is shorter than many of the people present and seems to be of indeterminate age. Compared to the Free Knights he appears to be overdressed as he is wearing an elaborate black gown - those familiar with Niskans would realise that he is a noble upon seeing his attire - and though he carries no obvious weapon, something about the way he walks shows that the gown doesn't impede his movement in the slightest indicating to an observant watcher that he could become quite deadly at a moments notice.

"You are the representatives of the United Free Cities?" the man asks rhetorically, "It is an honour to make your acquaintance. I am General Teodor Nisakovich, my cousin Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian has requested that I deliver this missive to you." The General bows gracefully.

A scroll is produced - from where none are quite able to tell - and the General offers it to the young ladies. "The Grand Prince wishes for your people to know that the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is now a signatory party to your Uran Convention. My cousin regrets that he has been unable to meet with you in person. Sadly other pressing matters have occupied his time this evening."

"My cousin hopes that this will open diplomatic relations between our two peoples. That we have not been in contact before now is an oversight the Grand Prince wishes to rectify."
Immediately recognizable as Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities, Passiflora of Rubia's royal blue hair matched the confident smile on her face. She was wearing a fibrous flame coat in a style that was popular among Free Knights of the Free Valley Cities. The heavy purple matched her eyes, and announced the white and red Hospitaler armband she wore over her coat sleeve. Under the coat was a swimsuit. Her belt was adjusted tightly to fit, and she wore strong leather boots. Despite the short height of all Free Knights, she had lithe and noble figure, her dainty steps showed strong agility and balance.

She wore a smile easily, while her green-hair companion Solana of Fernbrake seemed to be a serious type. Solana wore a heavy purple cloak to match such a delegation's regulation. However, she had seen the many clothing types of the delegation, and quickly had put a shirt on over her bathing suit. Despite appearing cautious, she walked with deliberate pace.

They looked curiously at the approach of General Teodor Nisakovich, but both Free Knights touched hand to heart in a salute when Teodor Nisakovich introduced himself.
"It's an honor to make your acquaintance, too." Passiflora said with a smile.
"I am Passiflora of Rubia, a Free Knight and Hospitaler."
"I am Solana of Fernbrake, a Free Knight." Solana introduced. She received the scroll and opened it to read together with Passiflora.
"I am very happy that such a chivalric decision was made! We don't know very much about your people, but I hope that we can begin a friendly relationship." Passiflora said.
"I have heard the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is far to the north. It must be very cold." Solana said. Passiflora agreed.
"Yes, I hope that your Grand Prince may visit our country someday. However, I look forward to cooperation with the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia for our Hospitalers." Passiflora diplomatically said.

Hurosha and Alzeroth

OOC: Because the round is coming to an end, I'm keeping the next part OOC, or else we might run out of time. Shall we do a trade for Firestone and Fibrous Flame? That would let the agreement look as follows:

Trade: Firestone for Fibrous Flame.
Free passage for merchants throughout both nations.
Assistance for Academies in each nation.
As a sign of goodwill, Hurosha and the Alzeroth Collective will sign the Hospitaler Treaty.

Does this look alright to you? I'll put this in my actions. If you want to add anything, just post it in this thread, I'll change it aswell.

OOC: I think it is ok! :smallsmile:
Thank you! I enjoyed playing together!



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[DoomHat]

Soon, while dinner was being served for all the guests of the Gala, the Sanctus Makgrull stepped away from his throne on the stage, and sequestered himself in a private room nearby, his personal Praestes (guard) standing just outside. Inside the room, it was very bland. Just a table and two chairs. Food had been brought in before the Sanctus had arrived. On the table was a simple meal of fruit and well prepared, grilled fish for the Sanctus; B'tman could smell the difference between the raw fish and the cooked meat, and his stomach grumbled at - for him - was a delicacy.

Sanctus Makgrull B'tman was excited for this meeting, but was doing everything in his power to not let it show. He remained patient, and when Good Tyrant Khoonbish, he stood and nodded politely, and waited for her to sit down before sitting himself again.

"Ahoy. Thank you for seeing me," B'tman said, to start things off. "I hope you don't **squeak**ing mind, but the food here has me stomach a grumbling. Shall we eat first, before we move ta serious matters?"


Current Time: 7:05pm
Dinner is now served. The main dish is grilled fish, but everyone is receiving something for their dietary needs.
New Century: Midnight

Khoonbish approached the tabled with the disaffected rigidness of an omnipotent sovereign. When she reached it she began sniffing at the air like a predatory beast looking around the room as though unaware of where the scent of food might be coming from. With startling suddenness she moved to take her seat with the sleek undulation of a venomous centipede.

Somewhere along the way she'd snatched fillet from one of the serving trays and had begun gnawing on it. She was utterly motionless in her chair, other then the frantic working of her jaw and fingers devouring the meat, and her eyes which darted around the room spasmodically. When she'd finished, her eyes stopped in focused with violent intensity on something in the middle distance.

Her eyes maintained their crushing resolved as they slowly glided toward B'tman, and rested on him with the weight of a figurative anvil.

"...it was my pleasure to receive your invitation oh great Sanctus Makgrull B'tman..." she whispered like the thing that hid under your bed when you were young.

"...yes... let us eat... let us discuss little nothings as friends might... i am not often allowed to talk with another as an equal... i have never had many friends. pleASE let us eat and talk. and when we have had our fill we shall wash it down with this..."

She pulled a leather flask for her robes and laid it gingerly onto the table.

"it is Airag, a drink that we Cree share only with those we love... only with friends and family. I loOk fORwarD to s-shaaring it with youu..."

[Snowfire]

Unexpected Hosts

As the Speaker made his way to the stage, he was actually met by a pair of Makgrull. The female had a naturally friendly smile, and a twinkle in her dark eyes that promised good-natured mischief. The male was stocky and silent and had speckled, spotted, grey skin. The female spoke first, after bowing politely, "Ahoy. We see ye. I am Explorer B'bwin, and this is my mate, Praestes D'bwin. Be ye the Chief Orator fer the Radurjic Union?"

"Explorer B'bwin, Prestes D'bwin, I see ye." Asiir chuckled at the nautical speak, consciously repeating the greeting, the man's time as a sailor himself - years past now, for certain, but still remembered - taking to his tone for a moment. It surprised him, actually, and so the chuckle was also one at himself. Then he held out his hand in greeting.

"Asirr Marmo. I speak for the Senate. Not quite the same thing as Chief Orator, but it is close enough." He gestured around at the festivities. "It's quite the event you've put together - I'm sure our Raaneki members would be impressed." He chuckled again, returning his focus to B'bwin. "So now you have sought me out, and found me, how might this humble Senator aid you?"

New Friends!

[SPOILER]Immediately recognizable as Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities, Passiflora of Rubia's royal blue hair matched the confident smile on her face. She was wearing a fibrous flame coat in a style that was popular among Free Knights of the Free Valley Cities. The heavy purple matched her eyes, and announced the white and red Hospitaler armband she wore over her coat sleeve. Under the coat was a swimsuit. Her belt was adjusted tightly to fit, and she wore strong leather boots. Despite the short height of all Free Knights, she had lithe and noble figure, her dainty steps showed strong agility and balance.

She wore a smile easily, while her green-hair companion Solana of Fernbrake seemed to be a serious type. Solana wore a heavy purple cloak to match such a delegation's regulation. However, she had seen the many clothing types of the delegation, and quickly had put a shirt on over her bathing suit. Despite appearing cautious, she walked with deliberate pace.

They looked curiously at the approach of Speaker Asiir, but both Free Knights touched hand to heart in a salute when Speaker Asiir introduced himself.
"It's nice to meet you, too. I am Passiflora of Rubia." Passiflora diplomatically said.
"I am Solana of Fernbrake." Solana introduced. Passiflora stood proudly with her hands on her hips when it is mentioned [Uran Convention].
"Oh, your words are well spoken! The work of hospitalers is important for everyone, I think. Of course we are very happy to invite you to sign this law. I am sure we can make such an arrangement during this event. Certainly it is a wonderful way to start new century!"
She bowed politely with hand on her heart.
"As a hospitaler, especially I would like to honor your decision."
(You have said this before.)
(I know! It's wonderful, isn't it?)
(Last time the situation became embarrassing)
(Oh, is it deja vu?)
(He said Raaneka!)
(Is that so? He doesn't have indecent exposure and tattoo? Maybe under the clothes?)
Passiflora covered her mouth and seemed concerned. Solana coughed politely and then spoke.
"Excuse me, what is your name? You said that Raaneka will be joining, to?" She appeared to be searching for such a suspicious person.
"I am certain if Raaneka also wanted to sign, it is ok." Passiflora diplomatically said. "However, I look forward to cooperation with the Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja for our Hospitalers. I understand the Sunset War has been very devastating. Let's work together to help all of the injured and suffering people." She offered a handshake to Speaker Asiir.

"Raaneka has joined with the Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja, and its union with what was once the Triumvirate is what has made our name now be what it is." Asiir chuckled at Solana's reaction. "My name is Asiir Marmot, and you need not fear any Raaneki influence in me but that of taking joy in life. It is for such a reason that I promised so fiercely to sign the Uran Convention, for from all accounts the Hospitalers allow many more than would have to continue in doing so."

He met Passiflora's hand with his own, in a firm clasp.

"Yet there is more that I would offer, if you would wish to talk of trade? The Radurjic Republics are a great center of technology, and as a Union of them to another new and growing, it would be among the greatest of pleasures to see friendship flourish between our peoples. We are far away, perhaps, but I have heard that we could share much."

[Kitsanth]

Immediately recognizable as Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities, Passiflora of Rubia's royal blue hair matched the confident smile on her face. She was wearing a fibrous flame coat in a style that was popular among Free Knights of the Free Valley Cities. The heavy purple matched her eyes, and announced the white and red Hospitaler armband she wore over her coat sleeve. Under the coat was a swimsuit. Her belt was adjusted tightly to fit, and she wore strong leather boots. Despite the short height of all Free Knights, she had lithe and noble figure, her dainty steps showed strong agility and balance.

She wore a smile easily, while her green-hair companion Solana of Fernbrake seemed to be a serious type. Solana wore a heavy purple cloak to match such a delegation's regulation. However, she had seen the many clothing types of the delegation, and quickly had put a shirt on over her bathing suit. Despite appearing cautious, she walked with deliberate pace.

They looked curiously at the approach of General Teodor Nisakovich, but both Free Knights touched hand to heart in a salute when Teodor Nisakovich introduced himself.
"It's an honor to make your acquaintance, too." Passiflora said with a smile.
"I am Passiflora of Rubia, a Free Knight and Hospitaler."
"I am Solana of Fernbrake, a Free Knight." Solana introduced. She received the scroll and opened it to read together with Passiflora.
"I am very happy that such a chivalric decision was made! We don't know very much about your people, but I hope that we can begin a friendly relationship." Passiflora said.
"I have heard the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia is far to the north. It must be very cold." Solana said. Passiflora agreed.
"Yes, I hope that your Grand Prince may visit our country someday. However, I look forward to cooperation with the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia for our Hospitalers." Passiflora diplomatically said.

"Many of Niskovia's provinces are covered in snow year round yes," Teodor confirms, "You may soon get the chance to visit Cassaana City. With Niskovia hosting the next Tellurian Games, the southern city seemed well suited for the festivities involved."

The General bows, "unfortunately I have other duties to take care of this evening and so I must take my leave of you now."

[Rain Dragon]

Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Jehan de Sebastian, Tansyn Jarrow and Kazimir Nisakovich

Even though Jehan hadn't thought that the An Náduri would want the Tigers for furs, it was still good to hear that this was not the case. "Then we are agreed on an exchange of Sabretooth Tigers for Sung Blossoms?" the Grand Prince stated, choosing not to comment on Ainiveous' supposed incomplete report. In Jehan's experience there was no way that the Kardiloss Lord didn't know exactly what Niskovia was sending and where.

"Travel between Niskovia and Jarrland is easy enough. One need only secure passage on one of the many merchant vessels that travel between them," Tansyn says, before continuing in a more neutral tone, "If I had wanted to travel to the far east, it would be much more difficult. Practically no Niskovian goods reach any of the Eastern Empires."

Sketching a sign of impressed acknowledgement to Ainiveous, Jehan answered Llyeth's implied query. "Orthyknin are Kardiloss." the Grand Prince glances at the silent Ainiveous briefly. "I didn't realise that you would be unfamiliar with the term."

"They are officials of your people yes?" The question was rhetorical, "I have no problem with their also looking the document over."


Nodding in acknowledgement of the An Náduri greeting, Kazimir turned to greet the Kardiloss Lord. "and Ainiveous, it is an honour." the noble bows, "though it is strange that our paths cross here. I assume that the Grand Prince has filled you in on recent events back home?"

'Another point to Ainiveous, over 5 years and still as skilled as ever,' Jehan thought, noting the exchange between his cousin and Ainiveous, and he knows what Kazimir has done that has these people so on at edge with his mere presence.

Hoping things weren't about to unravel right before the signing, he made an attempt to keep things light, "Given that we are all acquainted and that our peoples are soon to formally become friends, would you care to join us later tonight for a toast to this new year?" the Grand Prince produces a finely-crafted flask, "It is something of a Niskan tradition, and this meeting should be the last of my official business for the evening. I have with me some fine Karintiyan Vodka, and if Aipiskaupus shows at some point, well I know that Haljan is never without his absinthe."
Before Dinner - Centennial Gala Ceannin Llyeth, Malynel and Ainiveous Elysius

Ceannin Llyeth looked briefly to Malynel and nodded, Yes. I look forward to meeting one of these Tigers for myself." the Ceannin seemed genuinely looking forward to meeting a creature which could potentially kill the Cervidh with little difficulty, "I hope your people enjoy our Sung Blossoms. We have brought samples of dried, brewed and powdered Sung Blossoms so your and yours may try each and we can discuss the specifics of our initial export."

To Kazimir's question Ainiveous responds, "Much has happened in the past five years, or so I hear." Ainiveous signed subtly to Kazimir, <Was there something you felt you needed to discuss with me?>

"I would celebrate with you." Llyeth smiled at the Niskans, "I will ask the others if they would join us."
Malynel said, "I would as well."

Ainiveous simply asked, "When is a Haljan ever far from their Absinthe?"

((I skipped responding to some things. In most cases this would have just been a simple response of agreement or some such.))


The Docks


Orator H'tman smiled, and replied while pointing at his own tattoos, "Near Praeclarus is the deep sea trench, known ta us as The Maw, for it has teeth o' rock and diamonds, but also a belly full o' sea monsters. It is there that Praeclarus posts a good portion o' our Praestes men and women. I was honored ta have been among them when I was younger. The spears along my arm are the twin Spears of Praeclarus, and to me, at least, they are symbols o' strength and protection. They mark me as having once been a Praestes. The designs in between are what mark me as having lept away from that, and into the newly made role o' an Orator. Which reminds me... I'm supposed ta be making friends 'ere. Would An Nádur be interested in an accord o' some kind?"

Aaand this is where the treaty we have worked out actually gets worked out. Yay! You are welcome to continue to speak with Orator H'tman, if you have other questions.
((I don't mind stopping RP here then, especially if you are busy. For an official agreement, they would have to go get some of my other characters, if you were curious.))

[Kasanip]

Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja

New Friends!

"Raaneka has joined with the Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja, and its union with what was once the Triumvirate is what has made our name now be what it is." Asiir chuckled at Solana's reaction. "My name is Asiir Marmot, and you need not fear any Raaneki influence in me but that of taking joy in life. It is for such a reason that I promised so fiercely to sign the Uran Convention, for from all accounts the Hospitalers allow many more than would have to continue in doing so."

He met Passiflora's hand with his own, in a firm clasp.

"Yet there is more that I would offer, if you would wish to talk of trade? The Radurjic Republics are a great center of technology, and as a Union of them to another new and growing, it would be among the greatest of pleasures to see friendship flourish between our peoples. We are far away, perhaps, but I have heard that we could share much."

(Raaneki probably enjoy too much life!)
(Be quiet Solana, it's not polite!)
Passiflora bowed politely with hand on her heart. "Your words are very kind about Hospitalers. As a hospitaler, especially I would like to honor your decision." She stood as tall as a short free knight can.
"I hope we can have a friendly relationship so that trade can become prosperous. However, we are far away. I do not know very much about your country's specialties." Solana coughed politely.
"Yes, Solana! I was at the place of explanation!" Passiflora turned to show off bathing suit and coat.
"We are famous especially for Fibrous Flame textiles. It's very warm and comfortable. Of course Sphynks textiles from Bastet are nice, too. They also make beautiful glass." Passiflora stopped and thought.
"Of course we are probably most famous for our free knights! I think there is talk about stone and such from Zuiguo. However, honestly we were surprised about that situation, too. So it is difficult to make a promise like that. I think Wangja Heyeon of Zuiguo is here with Euco of Verbena. However..."
"They are busy." Solana explained.
"Of course. Unfortunate! However, I hope we can make an agreement?" Passiflora said politely.


Niskovia


"Many of Niskovia's provinces are covered in snow year round yes," Teodor confirms, "You may soon get the chance to visit Cassaana City. With Niskovia hosting the next Tellurian Games, the southern city seemed well suited for the festivities involved."

The General bows, "unfortunately I have other duties to take care of this evening and so I must take my leave of you now."
"We are excited for such an opportunity." Passiflora diplomatically said. "I hope to see you again at Tellurian games!" The two knights made respect when the General of Niskovia departed.
(When are the Tellurian games?)
(You don't remember important something like that?)
(Shut up and answer.)
(I am sure they will be soon!)
(You don't know!)
(I won't worry about such a thing! Let's eat, I'm hungry!)

[Snowfire]

Umoja wa Jamhuri za Radurja


(Raaneki probably enjoy too much life!)
(Be quiet Solana, it's not polite!)
Passiflora bowed politely with hand on her heart. "Your words are very kind about Hospitalers. As a hospitaler, especially I would like to honor your decision." She stood as tall as a short free knight can.
"I hope we can have a friendly relationship so that trade can become prosperous. However, we are far away. I do not know very much about your country's specialties." Solana coughed politely.
"Yes, Solana! I was at the place of explanation!" Passiflora turned to show off bathing suit and coat.
"We are famous especially for Fibrous Flame textiles. It's very warm and comfortable. Of course Sphynks textiles from Bastet are nice, too. They also make beautiful glass." Passiflora stopped and thought.
"Of course we are probably most famous for our free knights! I think there is talk about stone and such from Zuiguo. However, honestly we were surprised about that situation, too. So it is difficult to make a promise like that. I think Wangja Heyeon of Zuiguo is here with Euco of Verbena. However..."
"They are busy." Solana explained.
"Of course. Unfortunate! However, I hope we can make an agreement?" Passiflora said politely.

"We have heard many good things of your Republic's creations, yet I fear that a full explanation of what my people might be able to offer yours will have to wait for a time." He bowed his head sadly, but then brightened as an idea struck him. "But I have heard that your home is a great producer of grain, for all your peoples, and so I believe there is something we can offer to you, and now."

"The last development by the Senate was a collection and refinement of many agricultural techniques, that have allowed our people to go well fed and flourish despite all that comes. And if I cannot offer you trade now, I will offer you this in good faith and the name of friendship, so that your own people might never suffer hunger." He smiled.

"There is a Games to come in the next decade, I believe. If I return to my Senate with your words, would it be that we could meet there in the new century? From your own words, I am certain that there is much the Republics would offer." Asiir paused, and then we he spoke next he seemed almost embarrassed. "And, if you would forgive my overhearing, there is one thing that I believe the Hospitalers would most dearly desire. You talked of a wish to see your Order flourish beneath the waves, Lady Solana. The Republics can give you those means. Not here and now, for much of the current surplus of Mhakai Jana have been promised already, but before I left for this conference the Senate voted to increase our cultivation of the wonderful creatures."

"Oh, I must explain." He shook his head. "Mhakai Jana are a species of jellyfish, that through some means still unknown create a pocket of breathable air inside of them. And with careful breeding, Raaneka - before it joined the Union - discovered a way to spread one of the creatures across an entire person, allowing them to descend to the furthest depths without fear of drowning."

"We call it Lifeskin. Would it interest you?"

As the round is over, I must try to make arrangements for trade in the round to come. The UJR has gifted the Free Cities Advanced Agriculture technology, and would like to trade with you fully if you are willing. Sadly, with the round closure further trade could not be actioned this round, but it could discussed now with a promise to grant it at the next.

Are you coming to the next Games?