[EMPIRE] Conference of Changing Tides (y. 511)

[Gengy]

Conference of Changing Tides
An Empire event, hosted by the Makgrull.
For more information about Empire please visit our OOC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?399391-EMPIRE!-CWBG-XIII-F5-Document-Spirits-F10-Summon-Balepig-Keeper-of-Oaths).
Year: 511

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The glorious city-state of Praeclarus is a wonder to behold. Vast and sprawling, it has been untouched for centuries as it and its people, the Makgrull, grew and grew. Gardens of rocks have been cultivated and made beautiful over decades of hard work from generations of Makgrull. The grand diamond towers of the main city of Praeclarus are painstakingly carved from the great natural landscapes, and then polished to near gleaming perfection. They are hundreds of feet high, and can be seen for miles from the ground. Or at least, could be.

If one could breathe underwater.

Praeclarus, for all its wondrous towers of earth and coral, and its sprawling rock gardens, has been mostly unvisited by the rest of modern civilization only due to being under the ocean. The Makgrull are fine with this. Their city still glimmers and shines when the sunlight travels down to it through the rolling waves of the northeastern waters of the Sea of Glass.

Fish swim through Praeclarus like multicolored birds. Dolphins dance and swim, and play from dawn to dusk and on into the night, only to do it all over again the next day. Deep sea creatures, things that have no names, sometimes bother the Makgrull, only to be rebuffed by the Makgrull Warriors and Specialists.

The Makgrull have enjoyed years of silent prosperity and growth that have propelled their tiny tribe-like towns into the vast city-state of Praeclarus that can be seen today, peaceful and untouched by the politics of those on the surface... until today.


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High above Praeclarus, held in place by many Makgrull - all Orators - are the large rafts of old wood planks that the Makgrull are proud to call 'ships' and shipbuilders are ashamed to even call scrap. Here, the flag of the Makgrull is flapping in the wind. Here, many kites are flying high above as a signal to other ships for where to arrive. Here, Chief Orator T'chep stands, the small rolling of the waves bothering him not in the least. He welcomes guests with easy grace, and asks if they will need to borrow Lifeskin (on loan from the UJR). Once a guest is sufficiently equipped with their breathing apparatus, they are given the option of swimming down to Praeclarus themselves, or having assistance from a member of PADL; the protectors of the sea comprised - for this event - of Makgrull, Carrachan, and Maighdeann.

Guests are warned - with a grin - by Chief Orator T'chep that if they cause a disturbance while in Praeclarus, they will be up a creek, without a PADL. Few Makgrull find this humorous, either because they have more refined taste in jokes, or they have heard it too many times.

Delegations are allowed to bring as many members as they feel comfortable with, but are cautioned against bringing metal weaponry and armor; not because doing so would be a warlike action, but instead because it would be dangerous to try and swim while carrying it. Those that choose to have PADL assist them down to Praeclarus will find that their escorts stay near-by at all times, partly for their protection, but also to assist them in maneuvering if need be.

Guests will be shown around to any part of Praeclarus they wish to see, from the High Towers, to the Rock Gardens, to the Whale Wrangling Fields, to even the Maw (under heavier escort). They are informed that, eventually, they will meet in the Grand Tower itself, where the Sanctus Makgrull awaits and wants to speak about a serious matter.

All are welcomed. This is the Conference of Changing Tides.



Bring whomever you want, just know that you'll be underwater.
Should the Tzaltec show, they will be exclusively guarded by Makgrull; other such political accomadations can and will be made.
A crude eating area - with suffcient air to breathe in - has been drifted down to be near the Grand Tower by using Abyssium tech; guests who want private rooms will have to request them, but most non-aquatic races are encouraged to stay on their ships when not touring Praeclarus... for their own comfort.
Talking underwater is possible... because plot reasons.
Paper treaties? Not gonna happen underwater. Be prepared to sign in stone, or up on the Makgrull rafts.

[lt_murgen]

The Seaborne Confederation arrived in style. Sixty five ships, ten from each member state with the exception of the Sea of Glass, arrayed themselves in a circle over the Makgrull’s capital city. Within hours of their arrival, the flotilla spawned multiple rope bridges, walkways, and rafts, creating a virtual floating city over the capital. They came to have fun, they came to enjoy themselves. But mostly, they came to honor and support their new friends. Little formal trade or alliances existed between the Makgrull and the Confederation. But on an informal basis there was a rapidly growing affection between the two. This was led in large part by the Pono al a Ono, who enjoyed having another ocean going species to interact with.

Soon the water was filled with Deep-diving Islanders, Cloudiz natives, and Pono al a Ono, all enjoying the companionship of the Makgrull. On the rafts and barges, people lounged in numerous tents and pavilions.

Percival Grant-Tremblor Fitzrion: Skipper General of AQUA; Proconsul of the Salterri Imperium. (b. 449)
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Li Meishan Magnes Fireguard: Pericy’s wife and full blooded cloudiz. (b. 451)
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Their three children could not make it, as they had other duties.
Eli Grant, Chief aide to Percy (b. 469). Full blooded Islander (more or less). His wife Nikolette Niskovich (b. 462) (?)
Elizabeth Grant: Chief Councilperson of the Jewelled Cities (472). Her husband, Corentin de Isaak (460), and their wife Admiral Amber Anderson (474), are in attendance as well.
Lilum Cedras (485), a Quill also known as Tiger Lily, Councilperson for Tar.
Representing the Free Cities of Diamonhead and The Emerald City: Arthur Grant-Tremblor Fitzrion (b. 456) similar in appearance to his brother Percy. and his wife Varywnn Jarrow (b.460) Varywnn is Mixed human and fae blood. A silvery-gray skin, bright amythest eyes, and light black hair. Prudence (483)and Katherine (485), also known as Spitfire and Kitten, are also here.
Lou Zeeland, Pono al a Ono Councilperson for The Sea of Glass. He has several aides with him- Floyd Pepper, Dr. Teeth, and Hilda.
Matteya Taelshem, II: Travelling Matty is the daughter of the original Travelling Matty. An Avayan gnome, she is professor Emeritus of the University of Galomyr and Counciplerson for Galomyr. Several Galomyrii aides are with her.
Propinlonge: Standish Grant-Tremblor (b. 469) Eli’s first cousin, was elected to attend this event to represent Propinlonge. His wife Fa Choi San (480) is a powerful merchant.
The Bloomenwald Isles: Venerable Gabbro Zoysia (b. 416) is the leader there. A short, dusky person of considerable age and wrinklyness.

[Gengy]

The Rafts Reception Area

Upon the small flotilla of floating rafts that served as the Makgrull's reception area for guests arriving by ship, Chief Orator T'chep reigned supreme; he was politely saying hello to all who arrived, and was very welcoming. Chief Praestes U'ther stood nearby, directing a portion of Makgrull whom were keeping the rafts in place.

"Come on, ye **squeak**ing belly aching pond scum, put yer **click**ing backs into it!", U'ther yelled before he jumped into the water himself to push a raft that had started to drift out of place.

T'chep, by contrast, fluttered around from raft to raft, shaking hands and smiling the big Makgrull smile. Upon seeing the Seaborne arrive, T'chep broke into an almost impossibly bigger smile, and waded through the chaos of Makgrull and guests waiting to be taken down below to personally greet the Seaborne Confederation delegation.

"Skipper General," T'chep began with a small bow, "We are deeply honored that you could make it out to visit Praeclarus. I hope that everything will be to your liking, but should you need anything, simply ask, and we shall do our utmost to accommodate you."

[lt_murgen]

"Skipper General," T'chep began with a small bow, "We are deeply honored that you could make it out to visit Praeclarus. I hope that everything will be to your liking, but should you need anything, simply ask, and we shall do our utmost to accommodate you."


Percy smiled and patted T'chep on the shoulder. "No formalities here, cousin." He said, using the islander term for close friend. "I'm sure we'll ask if we need something. And if you find you're short something another group needs, send 'em our way. My wife has been anxious to come and explore for a long time now. I'm just glad I can indulge her."

Behind him, there was a large slap and a bellowing roar as one of the Pono al a Ono leapt from the water and shouted happily. Percy smiled. "If the big boys get too rambunctious, just let me know. I swear, you'd think it was their birthday, they're so happy to be here."

[Gengy]

Speaking with the Skipper

"While you are here, we should find time to talk about the possibilities of AQUA joining the Protection of Aquatic Dwellers League. If it interests you, I will broach the topic to Hurosha. I think it aligns rather well with some of the Pono al Ono interests." T'chep grinned, watching the bigger aquatic race begin to dance and enjoy themselves. His lips twitched from a smile to something slightly more... concerning. "Also, I think we should speak about another race we have found, near the Bay of Bordeaux. But... you are right. That is formalities, and right now, we're here for a bit of fun. We'll have time for more serious things later."

[QuintonBeck]

METAL

Grebthar Ironarm had elected not to journey west with the Tzaltec delegation, instead deciding to explore the lands outside the eastern continent to try and understand them. He had passed through Selyra, Bracia, Bor-teire, Salteire, Aus-teire, Pontensulae, and Penoccident and had come to a simple conclusion. The central continent liked confusing names. None of them had described the territory. Ironarm had seen no sail boats in Selyra, no piles of broken things in Bracia, and Bor-teire, well it actually had been rather boring so perhaps there wasn't a complete failure.

When Grebthar had arrived at the designated spot for the event however he was immediately regretful of his decision to attend. The Saroc were not a naval people, aquatic decidedly less so and as he looked at the Makgrull flotilla and reread the invitation this time fully understanding the meaning of "underwater" as not being the same as under fire he began to grow quite unhappy. He looked at his metal prosthetic arm, the one given to him by Guilder many years ago and knew from empirical evidence it would not aid him beneath the liquid surface. If he was going to make the trades for Megadeth Stormskull he wasn't going to be able to do them at this event he didn't think.


Banished Kingdom of Kelldria

It was a small Sterk ship, rented by the Kell with a payment of useless platinum to the captain. So rich were the northern states that metal without even the slightest ability to hold an edge had become valued to them. It was disgusting. The man's name was Herod Klywig, though he hoped not to tell many of his identity. As his ship arrived and docked however he quickly realized the sheafs of leather he had brought bearing the proclamation of Gregor Argulus would be useless given the venue. Why on earth would one go beneath the waves? Were these northern states so saturated with good growing land they could only seek diversion in the sea? Disgusting. He disembarked the Sterk ship, paying the captain to retain him for his, hopefully imminent, departure and began to sullenly distribute the inscribed leathers to those upon the flotilla, trying his best not to react to the horrifying forms of the hosts.

[HalfTangible]

Even if Sycia had had a navy worth mentioning, their coast had no access to the sea Praeclarus inhabited. As such, they had to fly there via pegasus and use the Makgrull 'ships' for landing. (Well, she could have gone through the grand canal, but that would have required more ships and personnel, and Edea did not wish to impose on a nation they'd only just met) Head Priestess Edea had gone with a small escort - only 4 knights of Fabula and herself. It wasn't like the knights would be of much help anyway - Praeclarus was underwater. Even if they could somehow fight with swords underneath, all anyone would have to do would be to compromise their lifeskin and bam, they're all dead.

Edea had never seen or used Lifeskin before, and she actually looked forward to it. It would be interesting even just to try out. She would even get to see an underwater nation - such wondrous things in this world! This was why she became an ambassador.

She and her guards touched down on snow-white pegasi, the picture of calm, regal poise. The pegasi were probably going to be more of a handful than the other guests, but they seemed strangely docile for war horses on a boat at sea.

Edea was a short blonde woman with green eyes. She wore the robe of a priestess of Sycia, and had a necklace with a small tear of Yphine set in it, marking her as a head priestess. Her hair was tied up into a braid that rested on one shoulder, though those who looked would notice that it covered up scars - specifically, frostbite from her disastrous pilgrimage to the Icefall. She was fit for a priestess ("I wasn't born into the clergy") and her guards kept their distance.

She was polite enough, certainly - she bowed from the waist with one hand curled over her chest in a strange symbol, greeting T'chep with the proper deference.

"I'm afraid I'll need to borrow some Lifeskin to visit your fair city." Edea smiled apologetically. "And... I'm sorry to bring up serious matters so quickly, but to whom would I request services for a matter of diplomacy with another underwater civilization? Sycia believes that there is a nation off our coast that we wish to make contact with, but lack the materials to do so ourselves."

She's asking if the Praeclarus can help Sycia diplomatically colonize U27, or at least assist Sycia in making contact.

(I asked Quinton, and you could potentially diplomatically colonize it and then hand it off to me)

[Kitsanth]

A trio of airships approached the flotilla marking the location of Praeclarus. The lead vessel - flying the colours of the Commonwealth - spotted the location first and soon changed course, the others following. One flew the colours of House Nisakovich and the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia and the third trailing behind the others, flew the colours of the Ash-Kingdom.
As they came closer, it became apparent that each vessel was accompanied by a score of Luftus Nochenwaurm. Any watching would likely deduce that these rare creatures were present in such numbers so as to keep the vessels steady in the midst of any unpredictable ocean winds.

Soon enough they were over flotilla and a basket lift descended carefully from the second vessel, disgorging several persons before ascending just as carefully.

Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian [59]
Princess Tansyn of Jarrland [55]
ret. General Teodor Nisakovich [92]
Kazimir Nisakovich [69]

[Gengy]

Grebthar Ironarm had elected not to journey west with the Tzaltec delegation, instead deciding to explore the lands outside the eastern continent to try and understand them. He had passed through Selyra, Bracia, Bor-teire, Salteire, Aus-teire, Pontensulae, and Penoccident and had come to a simple conclusion. The central continent liked confusing names. None of them had described the territory. Ironarm had seen no sail boats in Selyra, no piles of broken things in Bracia, and Bor-teire, well it actually had been rather boring so perhaps there wasn't a complete failure.

When Grebthar had arrived at the designated spot for the event however he was immediately regretful of his decision to attend. The Saroc were not a naval people, aquatic decidedly less so and as he looked at the Makgrull flotilla and reread the invitation this time fully understanding the meaning of "underwater" as not being the same as under fire he began to grow quite unhappy. He looked at his metal prosthetic arm, the one given to him by Guilder many years ago and knew from empirical evidence it would not aid him beneath the liquid surface. If he was going to make the trades for Megadeth Stormskull he wasn't going to be able to do them at this event he didn't think.

Popping back up from one of the breaks between the cracks, the large scarred body of Chief Praestes U'ther lands back on the flotillas, next to Grebthar Ironarm. The Makgrull warrior general sizes up the Saroc, and nods politely. "Ahoy, Saroc. I see you. Looks like ye might be having some trouble with that thar arm of yours. Be thar any way I, Chief Praestes U'ther, can help a fellow warrior?"





Banished Kingdom of Kelldria

It was a small Sterk ship, rented by the Kell with a payment of useless platinum to the captain. So rich were the northern states that metal without even the slightest ability to hold an edge had become valued to them. It was disgusting. The man's name was Herod Klywig, though he hoped not to tell many of his identity. As his ship arrived and docked however he quickly realized the sheafs of leather he had brought bearing the proclamation of Gregor Argulus would be useless given the venue. Why on earth would one go beneath the waves? Were these northern states so saturated with good growing land they could only seek diversion in the sea? Disgusting. He disembarked the Sterk ship, paying the captain to retain him for his, hopefully imminent, departure and began to sullenly distribute the inscribed leathers to those upon the flotilla, trying his best not to react to the horrifying forms of the hosts.

"Excuse me, sir." A Makgrull approached Herod, tentative, yet respectful. He was young, but still stocky. Judging from the tattoos, he might have been a warrior, but his manner of speech was almost as good as the Chief Orators. "I be Orator G'gjin. I apologize, but I do not recognize you. All, of course, are welcome here, but might I ask ye where ye are from?"




She was polite enough, certainly - she bowed from the waist with one hand curled over her chest in a strange symbol, greeting T'chep with the proper deference.

"I'm afraid I'll need to borrow some Lifeskin to visit your fair city." Edea smiled apologetically. "And... I'm sorry to bring up serious matters so quickly, but to whom would I request services for a matter of diplomacy with another underwater civilization? Sycia believes that there is a nation off our coast that we wish to make contact with, but lack the materials to do so ourselves."

Recently finished speaking with the Skipper General, Chief Orator T'chep turned to grin at Edea, "Well. That's... that's highly unusual, but potentially possible. Diplomatic ventures of that nature take... years. Especially in new cultures. I suppose, however, that you are in luck. I am Chief Orator, so that makes me the diplomat you want to speak to. Can you tell me more?"

I'd... be ok with it, I guess. But... what am I getting out of this? I've got 5 actions every turn at the moment, and a Diplomacy check - now at a much higher TN - is not as guaranteed. At best, I'm spending two actions (one on turn 38 and one on turn 39) if I (1) make the roll and (2) don't find anyone to contest that roll. At worst? I could be at this for a while. I'm already running into that problem with other regions that I want to colonize, lol. PM me or hit me up on Skype. We can work out details. I'm definitely interested.




A trio of airships approached the flotilla marking the location of Praeclarus. The lead vessel - flying the colours of the Commonwealth - spotted the location first and soon changed course, the others following. One flew the colours of House Nisakovich and the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia and the third trailing behind the others, flew the colours of the Ash-Kingdom.
As they came closer, it became apparent that each vessel was accompanied by a score of Luftus Nochenwaurm. Any watching would likely deduce that these rare creatures were present in such numbers so as to keep the vessels steady in the midst of any unpredictable ocean winds.

Soon enough they were over flotilla and a basket lift descended carefully from the second vessel, disgorging several persons before ascending just as carefully.

Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian and the Niskovian delegation was greeted warmly, and many Makgrull smiled and pointed up at the flags that were on nearly every mast of the raft flotilla. It was with thanks to Niskovia that they were made, and the Makgrull were grateful. Several others were frowning, however, knowing that it was from Niskovia that the map had been found. It was a delicate situation; the intelligent Makgrull knew it was not Niskovia's fault. But as with all races, there are a few who aren't always bright enough to figure things out on their own; and when they do, they tend to assign blame. Usually to the wrong target. So while most Makgrull were happy to see Niskovia, there were a few here and there who - entirely unjustified - were blaming Niskovia for the mess that Praeclarus was in.

Thankfully, Orator T'chep was not one of those. He bowed deeply to the Grand Prince and the Princess, and said, "Thank you very much for coming. I had the pleasure of touring Cassanna City with Kazimir Nisakovich. I was hoping to show him around Praeclarus, but will be just as honored to show you around! Alas, if you wish a personal tour from me, it will have to wait a few hours, so if you so choose, you may begin your decent as soon as you feel you are appropriately clothed for swimming."

[HalfTangible]

Recently finished speaking with the Skipper General, Chief Orator T'chep turned to grin at Edea, "Well. That's... that's highly unusual, but potentially possible. Diplomatic ventures of that nature take... years. Especially in new cultures. I suppose, however, that you are in luck. I am Chief Orator, so that makes me the diplomat you want to speak to. Can you tell me more?"

I'd... be ok with it, I guess. But... what am I getting out of this? I've got 5 actions every turn at the moment, and a Diplomacy check - now at a much higher TN - is not as guaranteed. At best, I'm spending two actions (one on turn 38 and one on turn 39) if I (1) make the roll and (2) don't find anyone to contest that roll. At worst? I could be at this for a while. I'm already running into that problem with other regions that I want to colonize, lol. PM me or hit me up on Skype. We can work out details. I'm definitely interested.
I got gems, mithril, I could probably hand over some techs. A diplomatic colonization would free up a spot for one of my new tech ideas.

Sent ya my Skype name, we can work out the details. Clear your pm box :smalltongue:

"Certainly, certainly." She smiled back. This much was expected - even for a nation dedicate to diplomacy, it could take years to bring a new territory into the fold. They would not wish to do this without some form of compensation, and would definitely want to know anything she could tell them.

"When High Priestess Marvella came to power, Sycia had taken an interest in expanding its territory and spreading the Doctrine of Frost. Part of that was attempting to discover or colonize lands underwater. About 30 years ago, those explorations bore fruit." She held up what appeared to be a pearl. However, as the sunlight caught it, it seemed to almost glow with an enchanting rainbow light.

"We discovered what we have come to call jeweled clams beneath the waves - not only were the clams themselves absolutely beautiful, but they practically spat out pearls like this one. We had a sorely lacking treasury at the time, so this was great news. We began harvesting the pearls immediately, as well as dead clams."

"However, we discovered later that there were natives in the area - they fled from our explorers and largely ignored us as we harvested the clams and pearls, but we still find them on occasion, either dead or too slow to avoid our ships. We have attempted to contact and trade with them numerous times, but have never been able to establish contact."

"Now, as I said, Sycia does not have lifeskin or other comparable technology to get us far beneath the waves. At most, we can get deep enough to retrieve the clams. Even if we could, it is unlikely we could communicate. However, the Makgrull can go deeper beneath the waves than we can - you could potentially make contact with these natives where we could not. If we cannot induct them into the Holy Kingdom, that is fine - we would also accept establishing more proper trade."

[Gengy]

"Certainly, certainly." She smiled back. This much was expected - even for a nation dedicate to diplomacy, it could take years to bring a new territory into the fold. They would not wish to do this without some form of compensation, and would definitely want to know anything she could tell them.

"When High Priestess Marvella came to power, Sycia had taken an interest in expanding its territory and spreading the Doctrine of Frost. Part of that was attempting to discover or colonize lands underwater. About 30 years ago, those explorations bore fruit." She held up what appeared to be a pearl. However, as the sunlight caught it, it seemed to almost glow with an enchanting rainbow light.

"We discovered what we have come to call jeweled clams beneath the waves - not only were the clams themselves absolutely beautiful, but they practically spat out pearls like this one. We had a sorely lacking treasury at the time, so this was great news. We began harvesting the pearls immediately, as well as dead clams."

"However, we discovered later that there were natives in the area - they fled from our explorers and largely ignored us as we harvested the clams and pearls, but we still find them on occasion, either dead or too slow to avoid our ships. We have attempted to contact and trade with them numerous times, but have never been able to establish contact."

"Now, as I said, Sycia does not have lifeskin or other comparable technology to get us far beneath the waves. At most, we can get deep enough to retrieve the clams. Even if we could, it is unlikely we could communicate. However, the Makgrull can go deeper beneath the waves than we can - you could potentially make contact with these natives where we could not. If we cannot induct them into the Holy Kingdom, that is fine - we would also accept establishing more proper trade."

"I see." Chief Orator T'chep rubbed the underside of his short snout, and mused, "This could be... quite useful for us both."

A twinkle in his eye, T'chep turned to fully face Edea, "You do realize that you are asking me to either spend close to a decade of my life in foreign waters, or order another Makgrull to spend a decade of their lives away from Praeclarus, right? Praeclarus now oversees more than just the city below us; I'll let the Sanctus tell everyone more. Even those new waters took decades to convince, and we are going to be... no, that's something else for the Sanctus to say. Either way, if something was not going well, it was a simple matter of a few days to swim back to Praeclarus for advice and help. That would not be so, for any Orator whom attempted to talk to these... very secretive people near your lands."

"Though with Sycia nearby, that wouldn't be as bad... but..." T'chep is obviously speaking aloud. His words are meant to inform, and include no tone of reprove. Finally, he turns and clicks a few things at a nearby female Makgrull. She squeaks and chirps back, and begins to walk over, a Praestes behind her. Both have scars upon their bodies. T'chep introduces them. "This is Praemonstrator T'lly, and her ever suffering Praestes K'vfin. Are you ever going to stop teasing him, Praemonstrator?"

"Oh, but T'chep, it be too much fun!" T'lly laughed, and it sounded like bells tinkling. The Praestes near her - K'vfin - blushed. T'lly finished laughing, and nodded her head towards Edea. "Now, what's this about a unique trade opportunity? And a vacation? I be liking the idea of both."

"The Praemonstrator," T'chep explained, "has been longing for a chance to leave Praeclarus for years now, bemoaning that she is stuck in the Grand Tower while other Makgrull are out exploring."

"Oh T'chep, stop," T'lly smirked, her eyes a little annoyed, "ye are making it sound like all I do is complain."

"Some days? I do feel that way." T'chep grinned back. The two had an ease about them that made all of this very playful. T'chep went on to talk about Sycia's proposition, "High Priestess Edea here is from Sycia, and they have a stretch of water near their lands that they suspect has a group of beings in it that they have - so far - been unable to make contact with. They'd like our help. Rather then order one of my poor, overworked Orators to spend at least a decade away from Praeclarus, I thought of you, and how nice it would be for me to have a vacation from you."

"Ha! I bet ye did!" T'lly laughed, though her eyes were now appraising Edea. There was intelligence behind those eyes; no one gets to be a Praemonstrator - an adviser to the Sanctus and city magistrate - without being quick on the uptake. "Ten years away from Praeclarus, huh? Mayhaps more?"

Oddly, T'lly flicked her eyes over to K'vfin. It was brief, and the Praestes didn't notice, but with the Praemonstrator facing Edea, it was pretty obvious to the Head Priestess and her guards.

"All alone?" Though it was but a whisper, T'lly stretched out the word 'alone', a grin coming back to her face, as she winked at Edea, with a twitch of her head towards K'vfin. The Praestes's eyes went wide, and the bigger Makgrull stepped up closer to the Praemonstrator, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I will **squeak**ing come along. Ye will not be alone."

"Oh. Well... I suppose." T'lly's grin broke into a full, toothy Makgrull smile. Behind the Praemonstrator and the Praestes, T'chep rolled his own eyes, already mentally counting the days till this happened. T'chep bowed politely to Edea, and walked away, to go see to another guest.

"It would seem, High Priestess, that ye have a chance of having a Praemonstrator doing an Orators job. That be a good thing. T'chep can be insufferable sometimes. I still dream of the dance steps he drilled into our heads fer the Centennial Gala. No, they be more like nightmares." T'lly made sure her voice was loud enough for the Chief Orator to hear as T'chep walked away, before the Praemonstrator turned back to Edea. "But aye. I'll do it. If we can come to a good agreement fer the both of us."

[SamBurke]

The ship is, thankfully, not the Second Wind. While large, it is not noticeably intrusive, lumbering, or slow, and glides in and out of the other ships' moorings with grace, until it reaches the location of Guilder's own.

The Doge dons her Mahiki Jana, carefully adjusting the shaping wood to allow for more headroom, letting her ears stand all the way alert. "Bring the loader," she commands, staring into the darkness below.

Slowly, and with loud protest, crane's hand dips below the deck of the ship, and up through the hatch rises a monstrous, 12-foot manlike figure. The loader, a mechanical beast, has been clearly altered: instead of its classic open cockpit and exposed tubing, it is all internal, sheathed in cavorite and Hurosha's thinnest Shintouite. A sheet of thick glass covers the driver's seat, protecting it from the outside, and allowing a 190 degree angle view of the outside. The massive arms, normally counterweighted and as long as the hulk was tall, are removed, in favor of smaller, almost human-sized arms, giving the loader a very light appearance.

One final difference is internal, not external: instead of a Dragon's Fire based power, it is Goldfire and Alchemy, injected with the new synthetic true ice of Rannara's cave-factories.

The only external port visible upon the machine are two matching nozzles near the bottom, a new idea of the Technical Institute that showed much promise when working with Huroshan alchemists: "jets", they were called. Designed after the squid's, these directional ports allowed all the mighty energy of goldfire and true ice's reaction to be channeled in a single direction.

Lelian nodded, and the behemoth was set down, so she could climb in. She did so with a leap, stowing the pre-made stone treaty tablets behind her. The engineers closed the glass dome behind her, and the crane's steam engine groaned with activity again, as the loader frame was lifted above the rails, and dropped overboard.

"No one in Pennocident has done this, I bet..."


I'm looking to talk to you Gengy about U27, which Guilder would certainly be interested in acquiring as well. As well as that, I'd like to talk about that new tech, and things like that. :smallbiggrin:

[HalfTangible]

I'm looking to talk to you Gengy about U27, which Guilder would certainly be interested in acquiring as well. As well as that, I'd like to talk about that new tech, and things like that. :smallbiggrin:
Oh, f#@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@$ yooooooou xD MY undersea discovery!

I had an idea for fishfolk (well, Naga) and everything!




"I see." Chief Orator T'chep rubbed the underside of his short snout, and mused, "This could be... quite useful for us both."

A twinkle in his eye, T'chep turned to fully face Edea, "You do realize that you are asking me to either spend close to a decade of my life in foreign waters, or order another Makgrull to spend a decade of their lives away from Praeclarus, right? Praeclarus now oversees more than just the city below us; I'll let the Sanctus tell everyone more. Even those new waters took decades to convince, and we are going to be... no, that's something else for the Sanctus to say. Either way, if something was not going well, it was a simple matter of a few days to swim back to Praeclarus for advice and help. That would not be so, for any Orator whom attempted to talk to these... very secretive people near your lands."

"Though with Sycia nearby, that wouldn't be as bad... but..." T'chep is obviously speaking aloud. His words are meant to inform, and include no tone of reprove. Finally, he turns and clicks a few things at a nearby female Makgrull. She squeaks and chirps back, and begins to walk over, a Praestes behind her. Both have scars upon their bodies. T'chep introduces them. "This is Praemonstrator T'lly, and her ever suffering Praestes K'vfin. Are you ever going to stop teasing him, Praemonstrator?"

"Oh, but T'chep, it be too much fun!" T'lly laughed, and it sounded like bells tinkling. The Praestes near her - K'vfin - blushed. T'lly finished laughing, and nodded her head towards Edea. "Now, what's this about a unique trade opportunity? And a vacation? I be liking the idea of both."

"The Praemonstrator," T'chep explained, "has been longing for a chance to leave Praeclarus for years now, bemoaning that she is stuck in the Grand Tower while other Makgrull are out exploring."

"Oh T'chep, stop," T'lly smirked, her eyes a little annoyed, "ye are making it sound like all I do is complain."

"Some days? I do feel that way." T'chep grinned back. The two had an ease about them that made all of this very playful. T'chep went on to talk about Sycia's proposition, "High Priestess Edea here is from Sycia, and they have a stretch of water near their lands that they suspect has a group of beings in it that they have - so far - been unable to make contact with. They'd like our help. Rather then order one of my poor, overworked Orators to spend at least a decade away from Praeclarus, I thought of you, and how nice it would be for me to have a vacation from you."

"Ha! I bet ye did!" T'lly laughed, though her eyes were now appraising Edea. There was intelligence behind those eyes; no one gets to be a Praemonstrator - an adviser to the Sanctus and city magistrate - without being quick on the uptake. "Ten years away from Praeclarus, huh? Mayhaps more?"

Oddly, T'lly flicked her eyes over to K'vfin. It was brief, and the Praestes didn't notice, but with the Praemonstrator facing Edea, it was pretty obvious to the Head Priestess and her guards.

"All alone?" Though it was but a whisper, T'lly stretched out the word 'alone', a grin coming back to her face, as she winked at Edea, with a twitch of her head towards K'vfin. The Praestes's eyes went wide, and the bigger Makgrull stepped up closer to the Praemonstrator, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I will **squeak**ing come along. Ye will not be alone."

"Oh. Well... I suppose." T'lly's grin broke into a full, toothy Makgrull smile. Behind the Praemonstrator and the Praestes, T'chep rolled his own eyes, already mentally counting the days till this happened. T'chep bowed politely to Edea, and walked away, to go see to another guest.

"It would seem, High Priestess, that ye have a chance of having a Praemonstrator doing an Orators job. That be a good thing. T'chep can be insufferable sometimes. I still dream of the dance steps he drilled into our heads fer the Centennial Gala. No, they be more like nightmares." T'lly made sure her voice was loud enough for the Chief Orator to hear as T'chep walked away, before the Praemonstrator turned back to Edea. "But aye. I'll do it. If we can come to a good agreement fer the both of us."

"We don't intend for you to do this for free." She added quickly. "We understand it's a massive commitment on your part. Firstly, you would have first rights to any resource we found in that land, including the jeweled clams. Secondly, Sycia and Felitora have numerous resources that could be useful to you - Mithril is one of the few metals in existence that is light enough to swim in, for example, or we could provide more wood for your ships, or perhaps dedicate some of our own resources to a few of your own long-term projects?. We could provide gems from our mountains, if you require a direct monetary payment. I could probably call in a favor or two in Glazfell." She smirked to herself and scratched behind her head. "Well, we'll see. What Praeclarus would get out of this would largely depend on what you wanted."

As T'lly and K'fvin spoke, Edea's expression was momentarily confused before shifting into realization and shock. Then she blushed thoroughly and covered her face with her palm. In a world of horndogs, it was difficult to be asexual. Or a prude. Or both.

After a few moments, Edea coughed and lowered her palm. "Well," She said quietly, tucking the strange rainbow pearly back into her bag, "I should add that we don't actually know anything about the people down there, aside from their apparent unwillingness to contact us. For all we know, they are tribes of barbarians, unable or unwilling to form cities. It's quite the diplomatic challenge to engage with a brand new, unknown culture, and would be a very long way from home. Sycia will accommodate you as much as we are able, but since we can't go deep ourselves, there's only so much we can do."

[lt_murgen]

***SNIP***

Percy watched with interest and dread as the Guilderene ship slowly exposed the massive powered crane. For a time he feared yet another Guilder-tech atrocity at an international event.

It was Eli that spoke first, "MECKs, that monsterous barge, and now a steam crane. How many times will those tech obsessed fools bring their dangerous toys to events before they get banned?"

Percy chuckled, "Look at the size of that thing! Do you think Guilder men might be overcompensating?"

"No, just wishful thinking on Doge Leilan's part. A common insecurity of female leaders in a male-dominanated world." Eli replied with a straight face.

His sister Elizabeth commented, "If I had one like that, Percy, I'd have your job." Her spouses snickered.

[RandoMan]

The Mularuhm seldom traveled to the surfacer gatherings, certainly not in force, and rarely outside the lands directly above their own in the Imperium yet this invitation had involved prospect of attending an underwater realm and given the Mularuhm's long history with their Nix vassals had agreed, after a few months of pestering by their Nix vassals, to attend with a sizable party of Nix in concert. The trilobite ocean dwellers were overjoyed to experience another ocean and commune with the other sizable race of undersea inhabitants, the Makgrull and spread out quickly, diving below the surface and interacting with the Makgrull present in excited fashion. Excited for a Nix anyway their language and bodies were difficult to read.

The small contingent of Dwarves sent along, despite being able seamen and natives to Hrogar's Outpost and having a familiarity with interaction with the Nix elected to remain above the surface for as long as they were able. Unfamiliar with descending below the waves, more used to communing with the Nix at the shores of the Kingdom of the Isles and in most recent times delivering construction materials off the side of the small and coastal only worthy Mularuhm 'navy' to aid in the Nix's construction of their capital.

Many of the Nix were especially excited to see Praeclarus for that reason exactly, hoping to garner some ideas for construction of their own capital under the sea.

[lt_murgen]

Banished Kingdom of Kelldria

It was a small Sterk ship, rented by the Kell with a payment of useless platinum to the captain. So rich were the northern states that metal without even the slightest ability to hold an edge had become valued to them. It was disgusting. The man's name was Herod Klywig, though he hoped not to tell many of his identity. As his ship arrived and docked however he quickly realized the sheafs of leather he had brought bearing the proclamation of Gregor Argulus would be useless given the venue. Why on earth would one go beneath the waves? Were these northern states so saturated with good growing land they could only seek diversion in the sea? Disgusting. He disembarked the Sterk ship, paying the captain to retain him for his, hopefully imminent, departure and began to sullenly distribute the inscribed leathers to those upon the flotilla, trying his best not to react to the horrifying forms of the hosts.

Eli Grant took the inscribed leather document from the man. He offered the man a resting place in one of the pavillions they had constructed on the barges tied between ships. "You have travelled from the far south to be here, yet you seem ill at ease. What troubles you?"

[Mynxae]

A trio of airships approached the flotilla marking the location of Praeclarus. The lead vessel - flying the colours of the Commonwealth - spotted the location first and soon changed course, the others following. One flew the colours of House Nisakovich and the Sovereign Principality of Niskovia and the third trailing behind the others, flew the colours of the Ash-Kingdom.
As they came closer, it became apparent that each vessel was accompanied by a score of Luftus Nochenwaurm. Any watching would likely deduce that these rare creatures were present in such numbers so as to keep the vessels steady in the midst of any unpredictable ocean winds.

Soon enough they were over flotilla and a basket lift descended carefully from the second vessel, disgorging several persons before ascending just as carefully.




Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian and the Niskovian delegation was greeted warmly, and many Makgrull smiled and pointed up at the flags that were on nearly every mast of the raft flotilla. It was with thanks to Niskovia that they were made, and the Makgrull were grateful. Several others were frowning, however, knowing that it was from Niskovia that the map had been found. It was a delicate situation; the intelligent Makgrull knew it was not Niskovia's fault. But as with all races, there are a few who aren't always bright enough to figure things out on their own; and when they do, they tend to assign blame. Usually to the wrong target. So while most Makgrull were happy to see Niskovia, there were a few here and there who - entirely unjustified - were blaming Niskovia for the mess that Praeclarus was in.

Thankfully, Orator T'chep was not one of those. He bowed deeply to the Grand Prince and the Princess, and said, "Thank you very much for coming. I had the pleasure of touring Cassanna City with Kazimir Nisakovich. I was hoping to show him around Praeclarus, but will be just as honored to show you around! Alas, if you wish a personal tour from me, it will have to wait a few hours, so if you so choose, you may begin your decent as soon as you feel you are appropriately clothed for swimming."


As the basket from the Niskovian airship ascended, another lowered itself from the airship flying the colours of the Ash-Kingdom.

Prince-Consort Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich of the Ash-Kingdom of Maur strode out confidently from the basket, his long black formal gown flowing beneath him along with his overrobe bearing the red and black colours of the Ash-Kingdom. His twenty guards marched out with him and formed two equal lines of 9 behind him, as two left the group to stand directly on either side of him. All guards wore light armour, leather and chain where it was possible, as well as having equipped themselves with a dagger in one of their boots and a longsword belted at their waists. Jowan himself had a varied amount of daggers on his person, either visible to the eye or hidden from view, he liked to be armed.

As Jowan and the Royal Guard approached the delegates hailing from Niskovia, Jowan and his Royal Guard all bowed, murmuring "My Prince" as they did so and straightening as they looked up at the Makgrull in front of them, giving them a keen once-over and proceeding to nod politely. Jowan then settles in with his Royal Guard ready nearby, as he waits for an opportunity to greet the Makgrull after Grand Prince Jehan is finished speaking with them.

Prince-Consort Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich of the Ash-Kingdom of Maur (73)
Twenty Royal Guards to accompany him wherever he may go.

[Rain Dragon]

A small fleet of long wooden ships sliced their way through the waves around a much larger (and clearly borrowed) ship.

"All will be w-"
"Of course it will, Enendil." Ceannin Llyeth interrupted, "It was never said that fear is rational. Were you to look at the others, you'll see some small amount of nervousness from them as well. Even Kasel."
"Her friend Emeril is still swimming alongside." Enendil looked at the brown shape in the water beside them, "I suppose the idea of being covered entirely by foreign materials with unknown properties is... I'm beginning to sound like Athwyn."
Athwyn looked up from his book, "This can only be a good thing."
"Look, Praeclarus' ships." Taen interrupted loudly.


As the basket from the Niskovian airship ascended, another lowered itself from the airship flying the colours of the Ash-Kingdom.

Prince-Consort Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich of the Ash-Kingdom of Maur strode out confidently from the basket, his long black formal gown flowing beneath him along with his overrobe bearing the red and black colours of the Ash-Kingdom. His twenty guards marched out with him and formed two equal lines of 9 behind him, as two left the group to stand directly on either side of him. All guards wore light armour, leather and chain where it was possible, as well as having equipped themselves with a dagger in one of their boots and a longsword belted at their waists. Jowan himself had a varied amount of daggers on his person, either visible to the eye or hidden from view, he liked to be armed.

As Jowan and the Royal Guard approached the delegates hailing from Niskovia, Jowan and his Royal Guard all bowed, murmuring "My Prince" as they did so and straightening as they looked up at the Makgrull in front of them, giving them a keen once-over and proceeding to nod politely. Jowan then settles in with his Royal Guard ready nearby, as he waits for an opportunity to greet the Makgrull after Grand Prince Jehan is finished speaking with them.

Eventually, all of the An Náduri who were to venture beneath the waves had acquired and suited themselves in Lifeskin. Many had already slipped in the water and didn't seem to have much trouble swimming; indeed though nowhere near a match for the Makgrull or an Islander, the Cervidh enjoyed swimming when they could find water.

Ceannin Llyeth watched the airships of Lorvyn arrive. "Enendil, the people from Lorvyn are here. Would you tell Taen, Athwyn and Yvenn?" Llyeth called to one of the Cervidh who were nearby dipping their hooves in the water. As she dived into the water, Llyeth and a group of Elves and Cervidh approached the Maurians while Grand Prince Jehan was speaking with the Makgrull.

[Mynxae]

Eventually, all of the An Náduri who were to venture beneath the waves had acquired and suited themselves in Lifeskin. Many had already slipped in the water and didn't seem to have much trouble swimming; indeed though nowhere near a match for the Makgrull or an Islander, the Cervidh enjoyed swimming when they could find water.

Ceannin Llyeth watched the airships of Lorvyn arrive. "Enendil, the people from Lorvyn are here. Would you tell Taen, Athwyn and Yvenn?" Llyeth called to one of the Cervidh who were nearby dipping their hooves in the water. As she dived into the water, Llyeth and a group of Elves and Cervidh approached the Maurians while Grand Prince Jehan was speaking with the Makgrull.

Jowan looked up at the An Náduri that approached with an intrigued look on his face. "I will take Loyna and Tarvin, the rest of you keep positions and watch for anything suspicious" he muttered to the guards lined up behind him before facing the An Náduri with a broad grin. "Greetings to you Llyeth, and to your fellow An Náduri" he murmured with a slight bow, the two guards flanking him bowing as well with respect. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" he said politely.

[lt_murgen]

Kitsanth and Mynxae:


Once the formal greetings were over, Eli Grant, his wife Nikolette Niskovich, Elizabeth Grant, and her husband Corentin de Isaak approached the various Niskovian delegations. Nikolette and Corentin had familial ties to the Niskovich line, and wanted to pay their respects. Elizabeth and Corentin's wife Amber stayed a respectable distance apart.

"We haven't been in that part of the world since the founding of the Kaspiyskiyan trading post for pearls." Eli remarked.
"Their beds are not as mature as Pearl's beds, " Elizabeth remarked, referring to the well respected oyster beds of the capital city of the Jeweled Cities, Pearl. "But another decade or two, and they'll be very competitive."

[Gengy]

A General Announcement

"AHOY, LAND LUBBERS," Chief Praestes U'ther shouts, standing atop one of the raft masts, "if'n ye would like to prepare yourselves, we be nearly ready to start taking ye all down to see Praeclarus with yer own two peepers. Ye be welcome to bring as many people as ye wish, but be advised that things - like metals - be heavier underwater then ye might think they'd be on land."

Even as he spoke, Maighdeann, Carrachan, and more Makgrull began climbing up onto the rafts to begin escorting people down to Praeclarus. The city was... well, breathtaking would be a bad way to describe it, if only because the borrowed Lifeskin still required surface races to still breathe. Still, it was hard to deny why the Makgrull called Praeclarus the Jewel of the Sea. Even with all the shadows from the boats, ships, and rafts above, the light played down upon the city like a blanket covering a babe; content and beautiful in it's own way. It shimmered with the gentle rolling of the waves.



The High Towers - The most prominent structures, made of rock, stone, and giant growths of underwater diamond. Makgrull are constantly swimming in, through, and around the buildings.
The Rock Gardens - The more rural areas of the city are made up of a series of boulders that seem to be houses of some type. Around each of them, a fairly ordered Rock Garden is laid out, much like someone would spend time with their lawn, only it seems to be an almost impulsive need for the Makgrull of Praeclarus.
The Whale Wrangling Fields - To the west of the city lay flat plains of sand, separated by the occasional rock with colorful coral. Here, many pods of Whales were being taken care of, along side the sheep-sized squid that Praeclarus was well known for.
The Maw - To the east of the city, there is a large underwater trench. Even now, from up above, it is easy to see that not only is it the most heavily guarded area, the shape of the trench looks like one giant mouth, with nasty teeth made of rock spires and adamas coral (diamond).
The Grand Tower - Of all the High Towers, there is one that stands out. Twice as tall as any other, it is where the Sanctus Makgrull conducts business. Near it, attached with a strong chain, is a crude box-like structure, almost hovering like a wooden square balloon. One side of the box seems to be made of large sheets of diamond, making a serviceable - if unsightly - window into what would appear to be a strange ballroom.


In talking with Empire Chat, underwater speech would be... too much of a stretch for non-aquatic races. On each of these locations, there are underwater air pockets, where people may pause and refresh themselves after swimming. Think of them like underwater caves, but specifically designed to be that way. If you'd like to go there, simply indicate it to your tour guides (PADL security).

[Rain Dragon]

Jowan looked up at the An Náduri that approached with an intrigued look on his face. "I will take Loyna and Tarvin, the rest of you keep positions and watch for anything suspicious" he muttered to the guards lined up behind him before facing the An Náduri with a broad grin. "Greetings to you Llyeth, and to your fellow An Náduri" he murmured with a slight bow, the two guards flanking him bowing as well with respect. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" he said politely.

The almost random collection of An Náduri had varying reactions to Jowans' and the guards' greeting. Some seemed amused, others simply ignored the foreigners' strange bending over greeting and yet others nodded their heads, thumped a fist to their chest or waved a hand though none returned the bows. Ceannin Llyeth responded, "I see you, Jowan." he held a reasonably sized scroll case, "Do you happen to represent Maur at this event or should I take this elsewhere? Otherwise, I was merely here to say 'hello'."

[Kitsanth]

Grand Prince Jehan de Sebastian and the Niskovian delegation was greeted warmly, and many Makgrull smiled and pointed up at the flags that were on nearly every mast of the raft flotilla. It was with thanks to Niskovia that they were made, and the Makgrull were grateful. Several others were frowning, however, knowing that it was from Niskovia that the map had been found. It was a delicate situation; the intelligent Makgrull knew it was not Niskovia's fault. But as with all races, there are a few who aren't always bright enough to figure things out on their own; and when they do, they tend to assign blame. Usually to the wrong target. So while most Makgrull were happy to see Niskovia, there were a few here and there who - entirely unjustified - were blaming Niskovia for the mess that Praeclarus was in.

Thankfully, Orator T'chep was not one of those. He bowed deeply to the Grand Prince and the Princess, and said, "Thank you very much for coming. I had the pleasure of touring Cassanna City with Kazimir Nisakovich. I was hoping to show him around Praeclarus, but will be just as honored to show you around! Alas, if you wish a personal tour from me, it will have to wait a few hours, so if you so choose, you may begin your decent as soon as you feel you are appropriately clothed for swimming."
As the basket from the Niskovian airship ascended, another lowered itself from the airship flying the colours of the Ash-Kingdom.

Prince-Consort Jowan Jarrow-Nisakovich of the Ash-Kingdom of Maur strode out confidently from the basket, his long black formal gown flowing beneath him along with his overrobe bearing the red and black colours of the Ash-Kingdom. His twenty guards marched out with him and formed two equal lines of 9 behind him, as two left the group to stand directly on either side of him. All guards wore light armour, leather and chain where it was possible, as well as having equipped themselves with a dagger in one of their boots and a longsword belted at their waists. Jowan himself had a varied amount of daggers on his person, either visible to the eye or hidden from view, he liked to be armed.

As Jowan and the Royal Guard approached the delegates hailing from Niskovia, Jowan and his Royal Guard all bowed, murmuring "My Prince" as they did so and straightening as they looked up at the Makgrull in front of them, giving them a keen once-over and proceeding to nod politely. Jowan then settles in with his Royal Guard ready nearby, as he waits for an opportunity to greet the Makgrull after Grand Prince Jehan is finished speaking with them.

The two royals seemed at very much at ease waking across the shifting surface, something that only seemed odd until one realised that Tansyn was formerly of Jarrland and that Jehan had undertaken many long journeys via airship - turbulence was not quite the same as the rolling seas but the Grand Prince would manage.
Rather than the formal attire preferred by the Niskan nobility, both wore exquisitely tailored, close-fitting outfits and rather unusually Jehan's long hair was bound in a tight braid. The only nod to their position were the matching knee-length robes each wore and the Niskovian crown upon Jehan's brow - something iconic due to it's sheer simplicity.

"Orator T'chep, it is an honour to make your aquaintance." Jehan says in greeting, bowing slightly. "My cousin has told me much of you and I believe-" the Grand Prince glances about, "-yes, he has already sought a guide to show him below."

And indeed, by the edge of the shifting mass of rafts, there was an enthusiastic individual who was made all the more obvious by his vibrant red hair.

"Unfortunately I will not be venturing below," Jehan sounded almost sad, before continuing softly, "I do not swim well."

Tansyn stepped forward, laying a comforting hand on her partner's arm. "I however, would appreciate a visit. Whenever it may be most convenient." she leant over to whisper in Jehan's ear, "and I will be fine below, so cease with the worrying."

In an attempted to distract himself from the intellectual knowledge of what exactly water pressure at depth can do, the Grand Prince glanced over at where his eldest son waited. It had been nearly a decade since Jowan's marriage and departure for the Ash-Kingdom, and seeing his son in foreign colours was a still a jarring reminder of the dictates of royalty. Jehan doubted he would ever become used to the sight.


Once the formal greetings were over, Eli Grant, his wife Nikolette Niskovich, Elizabeth Grant, and her husband Corentin de Isaak approached the various Niskovian delegations. Nikolette and Corentin had familial ties to the Niskovich line, and wanted to pay their respects. Elizabeth and Corentin's wife Amber stayed a respectable distance apart.

"We haven't been in that part of the world since the founding of the Kaspiyskiyan trading post for pearls." Eli remarked.
"Their beds are not as mature as Pearl's beds, " Elizabeth remarked, referring to the well respected oyster beds of the capital city of the Jeweled Cities, Pearl. "But another decade or two, and they'll be very competitive."

"Cousins! It is good to see you," Jehan said, "I guess I should have expected to see you here. How has life been treating you in the Jewelled Cities?"

[Kasanip]

Dressed in swimwear and jackets with the colors of Free Knights and sword belt worn around waist, two representatives of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities arrive on a loaned ship from Hospitalers.

"I am very excited to see this underwater city!" Passiflora said, to pace with excitement. Solana looked sick.
"I think this is a bad idea." Solana complained.
"I think you're worrying too much." Passiflora responded. She has a very strong suntan from the desert trip to Kemuliaan. "It's a nice vacation, too. You should enjoy the water. Remember the Centennial Gala? I can't believe it already is eleven years ago." Passiflora and Solana perched on the rail.
"We were children." Solana ruefully sighed.
"But it was ok! I wonder if we will see everyone again. Do you remember Praestes K'vfin and Praemonstrator T'lley?" Passiflora laughed.
"Of course." It was a rare smile of Solana. "I hope they are well. However, it has been eleven years. Passiflora you have changed. Probably they won't recognize you. Especially with that desert suntan."
"You haven't changed." Passiflora made a smug expression. Solana scowled.
"But you have some scars, so probably you can tell Praestes K'vfin such a tale about hydra." Passiflora continued. Solana nodded.
"Oh, it seems we are here." Solana remarked. The kites and rafts could be easily seen. The knights adjusted their swords and jumped onto the rafts gracefully.

"Hello!" Passiflora called.
"Fair skies as clear after rain! We are Free Knights of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. I am Steward Passiflora of Rubia."
"I am Grand-Master Solana of Fernbrake." Solana introduced.





Steward Passiflora of Rubia (26) - The passionate and optimistic Steward of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. Passiflora is a Hospitaler Free Knight from Rubia. The always warm nature has made her very popular with the free cities. She has been Steward for 10 years. This time she has a strong suntan from a desert journey.

Grand-Master Solana of Fernbrake (26) - The dour and straight-laced Grand-Master of the Order of Free Knights. Solana is a Free Knight from Fernbrake. Usually her pristine appearance is striking, however she has some scars from a dangerous battle with hydra 5 years ago. Usually it is an exasperated expression with Passiflora. However, the two are very good friends.


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[Mynxae]

The almost random collection of An Náduri had varying reactions to Jowans' and the guards' greeting. Some seemed amused, others simply ignored the foreigners' strange bending over greeting and yet others nodded their heads, thumped a fist to their chest or waved a hand though none returned the bows. Ceannin Llyeth responded, "I see you, Jowan." he held a reasonably sized scroll case, "Do you happen to represent Maur at this event or should I take this elsewhere? Otherwise, I was merely here to say 'hello'."

Jowan nodded at Llyeth and spoke proudly "I do. I have come to this Conference to represent the Ash-Kingdom of Maur, on behalf of my wife, the Dragon-Queen Kara Volshevrin". The intrigued look returned to his face as he looked at Llyeth with a half-grin. "What business may we have between our nations?" he said with a twinkle in his eye, the female guard he referred to as Loyna on his left letting out a slight sigh.

[Rain Dragon]

Jowan nodded at Llyeth and spoke proudly "I do. I have come to this Conference to represent the Ash-Kingdom of Maur, on behalf of my wife, the Dragon-Queen Kara Volshevrin". The intrigued look returned to his face as he looked at Llyeth with a half-grin. "What business may we have between our nations?" he said with a twinkle in his eye, the female guard he referred to as Loyna on his left letting out a slight sigh.

Llyeth smiled openly, "Excellent. This business can finally be resolved and this scroll left on the ship. I'm not sure how much you know of our correspondance, but..." a fair Elf that some may recognise to be Malynel Thanduil held up a small stone tablet, "As you know, our copies of National Sworn Oaths are inscribed in stone. It may take some time to figure out how best to inscribe your signing in stone and we'd prefer if you confirmed it is to your liking, if you don't mind."
Na Saoithe Hiacha Athwyn approached the conversation quietly. He had not donned Lifeskin as many of the other An Náduri had done and instead wore only a short skirt-like garment and wide belt. Unlike the typical An Náduri clothes, Athwyn's were a simple black. His belt was leather with various quartz set in the patterns of some Southern constellations. The majority of his tattoos were black with a few deep to royal blue colours. Many of the tattoos included the An Náduri Runic Script and were related to Thirgel, the An Náduri Deity of the Arcane. On his back was a depiction of one of the sky serpents of Lea souring among constellations, pictures of herbs and a series of diagrams which nobody but Yvenn seemed to recognise.

"I think you will find it will not take long." Athwyn said softly.
Llyeth raised an eyebrow, "Your presence changes things. I was under the impression you were busy...?"
Athwyn didn't appear to react.
"I'd hope you know, but in case you didn't our nations finally came to an agreement on trade. Further, an Oath of Peace is to be finished at last and the final details of a marriage between one of our heroes Tyr Delassar and a noblewoman of Maur." Llyeth seemed to have missed the guard's small sigh, "It is good to hear he has found love, considering."

[DurkBlanston]

A Melzin fine crafted ship flying the naval ensign of the Caercian Consortium and a bevy of banners signifying the Protectorates of the realm beneath it, including a new banner of black and red signifying Promise, sailed to the mass of ships that had collected about the Makgrull platform and dropped anchor. The royalty and nobility aboard the ship, oftentimes a difficult distinction to make within Caercian high politics, were quite anxious to meet with the other representatives and nations present. Some had been betrothed to men or women they would meet at this conference, others were sent in hopes of finding a lucky match. The head of the delegation, recently names Protector of Promise Jonas Caercia was the only representative of those present who had a wife back in the Consortium, and one he was eager to return to. Yet his goal here was to keep the Consortium nobles from becoming overly rowdy and to establish some trades and tributes and corrections that had fallen out of time during the Sunset War and the Pavonian Suppression.



Protector of Promise Jonas Caercia, Male, B. 481, Married
Zuei Gaius Julius, heir to the Minotron Protectorate, Male, B. 480, Betrothed
Pelagius Melizine V, heir to the Puerto Melizine Protectorate, Male, B. 485, Single
Vincent Caercia, heir to the Bjurnja Protectorate, Male, B. 496, Single
Isabella Caercia, daughter of Sterkelv's Protector, Female, B. 486, Betrothed
Vadamina Melizine, daughter of Puerto Melizine's Protector, Female, B. 489, Single

[Mynxae]

Llyeth smiled openly, "Excellent. This business can finally be resolved and this scroll left on the ship. I'm not sure how much you know of our correspondance, but..." a fair Elf that some may recognise to be Malynel Thanduil held up a small stone tablet, "As you know, our copies of National Sworn Oaths are inscribed in stone. It may take some time to figure out how best to inscribe your signing in stone and we'd prefer if you confirmed it is to your liking, if you don't mind."
Na Saoithe Hiacha Athwyn approached the conversation quietly. He had not donned Lifeskin as many of the other An Náduri had done and instead wore only a short skirt-like garment and wide belt. Unlike the typical An Náduri clothes, Athwyn's were a simple black. His belt was leather with various quartz set in the patterns of some Southern constellations. The majority of his tattoos were black with a few deep to royal blue colours. Many of the tattoos included the An Náduri Runic Script and were related to Thirgel, the An Náduri Deity of the Arcane. On his back was a depiction of one of the sky serpents of Lea souring among constellations, pictures of herbs and a series of diagrams which nobody but Yvenn seemed to recognise.

"I think you will find it will not take long." Athwyn said softly.
Llyeth raised an eyebrow, "Your presence changes things. I was under the impression you were busy...?"
Athwyn didn't appear to react.
"I'd hope you know, but in case you didn't our nations finally came to an agreement on trade. Further, an Oath of Peace is to be finished at last and the final details of a marriage between one of our heroes Tyr Delassar and a noblewoman of Maur." Llyeth seemed to have missed the guard's small sigh, "It is good to hear he has found love, considering."

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Jowan pulled out a long white goose feather quill with a flourish from a pocket hidden in his over coat, as well as a small vial of ink. "I came prepared" he said with a grin, "Where do I need to sign?".

As Jowan said this, he noticed there would be nowhere flat to be able to sign it, so he nudged Tarvin and muttered "Tarvin, please ask the Makgrull politely if they have any small tables around here that could be of use to us". Tarvin nodded and walked over to a nearby Makgrull, nodding his head politely. "Excuse me. Are there any small tables around here that my Prince, Jowan, could use? It would be most appreciated" he said with a friendly smile on his face.

[Elemental]

A large airship of Crimar manufacture approached the impromptu flotilla of ships at anchor near to the location of Praeclarus. Those present with keen eyesight likely noticed something odd as the ship approached and as it got closer the difference became clear. Where one would expect the flags of the Tyranny to be there were in fact the flags and banners of the Kingdom of Ashenia fluttering in the sea breeze. The vessel was escorted by two scarlet and mithril clad guards riding Pegasi in light mithril barding and draped in black and white caparisons.
The rider's flew down to what was presumed to be the Makgrull welcoming committee as the airship came to a stop at a respectful distance. Somewhat bravely they landed on the Makgrull raft giving it perhaps the greatest test to its stability it had had in some time. One of the guards removed his mithril helm before speaking to the Makgrull present.
"Greetings to the Makgrull from the Kingdom of Ashenia! Our Sovereign will arrive shortly to present gifts for the Sanctus Makgrull though she sends advance apologies that she will not be able to descend to Praeclarus."

[Gengy]

The Ballroom of the Grand Tower

The room here was filled with air, not water. Guests were able to be comfortable, if they so chose. The room was, politely stating, quaint. If you didn't care about being polite, you would call it crude and mildly worrisome. Orators and PADL members were close by, ostensibly to answer questions, but for some reason, they felt like they would grab people and drag them to the surface at a moment's notice.

Getting inside the strange giant box, with its one window made of diamond coral, had been... awkward. Makgrull were still not used to some of the strange technologies they had been learning about, but they were making every effort with them. Praeclarus was nothing, if not enthusiastic. The entrance to the... underwater ballroom - for that was what it seemed to be, with crude wooden chairs surrounding all four sides, and a group of Makgrull making their strange, almost hypnotic acapella music were in one corner - was in the center of the room. It seems that the Makgrull had figured out how to drag things filled with air downwards, and that was why the ballroom seemed to be like some great balloon attached to the Grand Tower. It, in reality, was.

For the guests that chose to make it down to the ballroom, the music was interesting, if unusual. But there was no Sanctus Makgrull here. Not like they had been told. There were a few more Makgrull here, though. Some had very dark black skin, which was not common for the Makgrull of Praeclarus. Dark grey skin, yes. Black circles or white circles in some places? People are used to seeing Makgrull like that. But nearly all black skin? Very unusual.

Another group of Makgrull had skin that was oddly pockmarked, and looked tougher than the usual sleek skin for Makgrull. These pockmarked Makgrull were clustered closely together, near the diamond window, almost as one staring down at the city below in amazement. Each of the tips of their dorsal fins were pierced, and a piece of long, willowy green fauna, that looked a bit like seaweed, hung from their backs, like a human might wear an earring.

Neither group was particularly talkative, and preferred to click and squeak among themselves. There was an air of almost nervousness from each group.

After a few short minutes, when it looked like everyone who was going to come down (and then up) to the ballroom had arrived, a team of six Makgrull popped out of the ballroom entrance in the raised area within the center of the dance floor. They created a simple hexagon shape around the entrance, and there they stood, just... waiting. Eventually, six more Makgrull came up from the entrance, and arranged themselves in between each of the previous group, and from there, the new group began to throw small, smooth stones back and forth, over the raised platform.

It was almost tribal in feel, and the singers in the corner helped that along by increasing the pace with which they were humming and clicking, and the stones began to move faster and faster, until all twelve Makgrull were tossing stones quickly in some great glorious pattern that was enthralling in its near inexplicability.

And then the stones began to secrete bubbles in the air as they were being tossed. The bubbles rose high to the ceiling, and when they popped, another chorus of sound - much like what had been heard seconds ago from the acapella group - rang out clearly, along with a burst of brilliant blue light, almost like a firework, but without the flame. Curious guests could turn to see that, actually, the acapella group was no longer singing... yet their music continued. The pace did not change, there was more predictability to the song, but something was causing the music to go on, with each pop of a bubble and burst of light.

The stones continued to be tossed, and continued to bubble, and the music became a single continuous chorus that looped back around upon itself, until the singers in the corner joined back in, and increased the pace again. The sound became a crescendo, and the crescendo became a climax, and as each of the twelve Makgrull in the center caught a stone at the same time - to a resounding clap of their hands slapping over the top of the bubbling stones - the music suddenly stopped.

Praeclarus Makgrull began a polite applause - which is to say that they showed the pockmarked Makgrull and the dark skinned Makgrull what clapping was and delighted in the two groups being caught up in the sound that two hands can make, when slapped together repeatedly - and then helped it die back down. One after the other, the twelve Makgrull in the center dived back into the water in the entrance, and when they were all gone, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman himself appeared in the center of the room.

Rather than climb out, like the other Makgrull had done, the Sanctus rose up slowly, his own body unmoving. As he rose, he slowly was rotated around the room for all to see. With a sudden splash of water, he jumped high into the air, and two other Makgrull - smaller, younger Makgrull - leapt from inside the center entrance to land on the dance floor at the same time as the Sanctus Makgrull B'tman.

"My friends," the Sanctus Makgrull began, "Thank ye all for coming. I hope today ye will be entertained, and have enjoyed viewing my fair city. I know that we have been looking forward ta showing it off!"

"May I introduce me two sons, T'manc and G'ninb. Though not quite ten years old, I am very proud of 'em both. They **squeak**ing worked very hard to be part of today's show." B'tman pulled his two boys into a hug, and lovingly patted their heads. Standing tall again, the Sanctus continued, "Know that G'ninb has expressed great interest in academia, and I am looking for a **click**ing good school to send him to. And T'manc is to be Sanctus Makgrull after me, so will be starting his own education in Uncle Sky's School for Walking the Surface very soon."

"I wish, however, that that was all the news I had for ye. That this whole Conference were about me showing of me sharp lads. Regretfully, it is not. The tides, for the Makgrull, are changing. Hopefully for the better. We are pleased to announce that we now call more than just Praeclarus home." With a nod to the dark skinned Makgrull, B'tman grinned, "To the east, there is another underwater city, a veritable Pearl to the Jewel that is Praeclarus. We found more of our cousins there; they look a bit different, but they are Makgrull just like me. We heard of the plight of Margaria, the Pearl of the Ocean, and we are **chirp**ing happy to help. They need food, and lots of it, if their city - a city of the Makgrull - is to continue to thrive. We have given them some of our fattest whales for now, but if ye can see it in yer hearts to provide them with other foodstuffs, I would smile upon ye and I know Chief Orator T'chep would be hopeful that he could find ye something in return for your generosity."

"To the west, we found yet more of our brethren, living in waters that we had first thought too dangerous. Those of ye who are sailors know it as Vagas Littus, or the Shifting Sands. Yer ships have to travel carefully through the region, fer though there is no land that can be walked upon reliably, the currents there are strong and pull sand together in great clumps of hills that can get quite close to the surface. To our surprise, though, we found Makgrull who moved with the shifting of the sand, following the migration of the native Sea Turtles. We were happy to make this discovery, but saddened that Makgrull such as these have no permanent place to call home. It is with this intention that I am asking fer help in making a grand new city - something strong enough that the sands will not bother it - for our new brothers and sisters to live in." The Makgrull with the unusual sea-weed like plants hanging from their backs nodded in respect as the Sanctus looked at them.

B'tman guided his two sons towards one of the nearby Praestes, and cleared the dance floor, as he jumped back up onto the lip of the entrance, to stand tall and proud once more. "There is another place that Praeclarus is excited to say that they will be joining hands and fins with us. They are not, however, Makgrull. It is mostly fer them that I have called this Conference; though, I admit, I'm a bit of a scallywag, and I've got me some other reasons too. Before I introduce them, I want to tell ye a story. I will try to keep it brief, I swear. Already, I feel like I've been waggling me tongue too much."

With a strangely sad laugh, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman began, "There was an Adjutus Explorer some years back - that'd be Apprentice or Assistant fer ye non-Makgrull - who was going further east from Margaria. The waters around Margaria are dark, and their city is no less of a sight to behold then Praeclarus, but for different reasons. Adjutus Explorer R'bbin, however, was tasked with seeing what was beyond their waters. T'was to be his way of getting a promotion to full Explorer.

He never made it to that position.

As I understand it, Adjutus Explorer R'bbin came back to Margaria missing a leg, and bleeding from multiple bite marks all over his body. He died shortly after telling my mate, Chief Explorer C'gnin, what had happened. His loss... still hurts. But this... this is his story."


R'bbin swam. That's all he ever really wanted to do in life. Swim, and swim, and when he was tired, swim some more. The freedom Mother Sea afforded to Makgrull was that they could go anywhere, so long as they could swim there. R'bbin had felt constricted as a young boy to the city. The Sanctus was changing that; had changed that. Now R'bbin could swim where ever he wished. He was an Adjutus Explorer, assistant to C'gnin herself! And though the waters here were dark, he had borrowed Merlight from a friend in Margaria.

Margaria. What a wonderful place. The pearls there twinkled like stars, and was glorious to behold. R'bbin hoped that the Orators would be able to help the Margarians.

Deep in thought, R'bbin kept swimming. The waters became less dark, and the Adjutus Explorer could see the moons were out, high above, moving slowly through Uncle Sky. He glanced back down, and almost lost his fins, he was so startled by what was in front of him.

R'bbin had been to many different places since the Centennial Gala. He had seen many strange things, including various beasts. He knew that on the surface, there were beasts that people rode around upon, like an experienced Whale Wrangler rides upon a whale. Which is why he was so surprised to see one of those beasts down here.

Horses do not belong under the sea.

And yet... lit partially by the moonlight, and partially by R'bbin's Merlight, there, staring right at him, was the head of a horse. It did not look dead. In fact, it whuffed bubbles right at R'bbin before turning with a sudden frightened ferocity, and fled, travelling faster than any undersea beast that R'bbin had ever laid eyes on.

The first thought that came to R'bbin's mind was, "that was not a horse." The next thought was, "It looked like a horse, it moved like a horse, if horses could move underwater, but that... that was not a horse; horses do not have long tails where their hind legs should be. Horses were not blue, and did not have gills."

R'bbin's third thought agreed with the first two. "That. Was not a horse. I found something new!"

R'bbin's fourth thought was slightly more innocent, and very tentatively had to speak up to be heard through the excitement of discovering the underwater not-a-horse-but-sure-looked-like-one-from-the-front. The fourth thought asked, ever so politely, "Why was it running away?"

In retrospect, if R'bbin's mind were a conclave of all his thoughts, every other thought really should have listened to Fourth quite a lot more. Fourth usually had the most reasoned opinion, having discarded the first few thoughts, and being among the most ration. Fifth thought usually agreed with Fourth, and together, they could sway the mind to behaving in a manner appropriate for a Makgrull. Sixth thought rarely spoke, because by the time it tried, First Thought had latched onto something new.

This time, though, R'bbin's fifth thought, upon seeing the new creature before his eyes, was "I have to catch up to it!"

((Sixth thought, had anyone wondered, was about to suggest that this was a terrible idea, and really, they should go back to Margaria and see if that nice black skinned Makgrull girl wanted to go looking at Pearls together while eating a nice piece of whale, and discussing the possibilities of settling down back in Praeclarus, which, as sixth might have pointed out, was quite quite far away from this very location.))

Sixth thoughts are usually very pleasant, but inherently cowardly and selfish. R'bbin didn't get to those very often. Most of his mind was focused on finding the underwater horse, and so he swam his heart out, trailing after it's underwater wake of bubbles, and was excited to see that the wake was getting bigger and bigger as the light from the moons got stronger and stronger.
There, he exclaimed in clicks, as he caught up with the not-quite-a-horse. The light here gave him a much better view of it. It was blue, and had small, almost see through fins on its fore-hooves, and yes it did have a long, thick tail, with beautiful blue scales. It whuffed bubbles at him, and disappeared into a tall patch of seaweed.


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R'bbin followed the creature. He had thought that the horse was beautiful. He had also rather liked that darker skinned girl in Margaria, and a very small voice in the back of his head was saying that, maybe, just maybe, he should stop what he's doing and go see her. When he poked his head through the tall seaweed, though, everything changed.

The horse was beautiful, but stroking it's snout, the girl in front of him was quite possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her hair floated around her head like some sort of sea blue crown, and the white skin, speckled with spots of deep blue and pearl, made her entrancing. Like the not-exactly-a-horse, she too had a long tail where her legs should be, and R'bbin thought she looked a bit like a Maighdeann, if a bit smaller.


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R'bbin stared, enraptured, for what felt like hours, but surely was just a few seconds. At the brightness of his Merlight, the strange girl in front of him looked up and became startled. Seeing R'bbin there, she frowned with teeth that looked almost savagely sharp, and then clicked, ::You. Leave. Quick. Danger.::

R'bbin's eyes went wide, and he began looking around for some threat. When he turned back around, the girl was no longer frowning. She only looked very sad, as she moved away from the not-a-horse, and clicked, ::Too late.::

From the seaweed, three more creatures burst, and they were twice as big as R'bbin himself. They had large, square heads and mouths bigger than R'bbin's head. Their bodies were thick, and they had no neck to speak of, but their arms and legs looked terribly dangerous. They swam with ferocity, and latched on to the blue aquatic horse with their razor sharp teeth.


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Blood in the water. These were shark-men. And they were in a frenzy.

R'bbin looked on in horror as the lovely looking horse-creature he had been following disappeared in a flurry of blood and rending and bestial hunger. His first thought was how terrible this was, and his second and third thoughts felt that he should do something about it, which was, fourth and sixth pointed out, probably the worst idea he'd ever had, ever... if fifth hadn't just thought "CHARGE!"


"Many people might later say that R'bbin were being brave. And aye, it takes a great deal of courage to charge headfirst into the unknown, to take on the mysterious; it's what made R'bbin a good explorer." The Sanctus Makgrull sighed, and continued, "But I'll say it here and now, that was not bravery. That was stupidity. And I'll gladly argue the finer points, but the short of it be that the difference between stupidity and bravery is whether or not ye are alive enough to cherish it."

"As I told ye, Adjutus Explorer R'bbin be dead. In his hands, he was clutching one of the strange bubbling stones that ye have just seen. He told me mate that the pale white girl with the tail, who we now know be named Moira of the Malleus, pressed it into his hands and stood between him and the strange shark men as he ran, as she yelled at him for being a sodden idiot. Tears in her eyes, she yelled at him to flee, and he did, though he had lost his leg by then, and trailed blood the whole way back to Margaria. He mayhaps have died upon the way, but his last look back showed that Moira of the Malleus was sacrificing herself so he could make his escape."

With a very heavy sigh, the Sanctus sat down upon the entrance platform in the middle of the room, "Adjutus Explorer R'bbin's last words were:"

"Don't blame her. Don't blame them. It was my fault. It... was my fault."

"And that, me hearties, is bravery. The courage to admit where ye have been wrong. I will not be remembering Adjutus Explorer R'bbin for the rest of me life... no, I will be remembering Auctor R'bbin, Author of Bravery. His death was an accident, but one that impressed upon the Malleus that we must speak. Though their people be a mite bit strange - at first - please do not be alarmed. Auctor R'bbin stumbled upon a ritual that, once started, cannot be stopped without great sacrifice. I be convinced of this, having had a chance to view the ritual in its entirety, as ye can bet t'was only that that would assuage me anger. And I only got there because Auctor R'bbin insisted that it was his fault to his last dying breath."

Here, the Sanctus Makgrull moved away from the entrance of the dance floor, as he continued to speak, "The females of the Malleus are the pretty ones, the smart ones too, aye. Not much different from the rest of the world there, ey lads?"

Amid the laughter that followed, B'tman said, "But the males of the Malleus? Well... they are a mite bit uglier, and don't speak in a language we quite understand yet. Rest assured that I am confident that they be intelligent, and not beasts at all, and so long as it be not in the middle of their holy ceremonies, they won't consider ye as food, no matter their appearance. They just have an... instinctive need to hunt things. So they hunt hippocampi - water horses - once a year. It's brutal, and not something to talk about in polite company, but it keeps them from going mad and doing worse things. Please step back a bit, so I can introduce ye."

As the crowd moved away, a large grey thing broke through the center of the room. Though nowhere near as big as the Poro al Ono, the being that now prowled around the center of the dance floor certainly was large. It padded around the room almost demurely, though, and it's looks were the only threatening thing.

"Thank you, Sanctus Makgrull," said a beautiful pale skinned created upon the big thing's back. She had no legs of her own, and indeed, looked like a mermaid, but her fins and skin were white and blue. She hung on to the back of the shark-like thing with one arm... the other being completely absent. Her voice was enrapturing, like the someone had combined the sound of a warm summer rain with the sound of an inviting meal. "I am Moira of the Malleus, and I confirm that what the Sanctus has said is true."

"Auctor R'bbin may have lost me my arm, when he stumbled upon our sanctity ritual, but he gained us new friends. The Makgrull and the Malleus are brothers in blood, if not in body, and we of the Malleus treat blood very seriously. I volunteered to be here today to learn more about the surface world, and give you all a chance to learn about us, too. My..." Moria looked down at her ride and chose her next word carefully, "guard here is not exactly a pretty sight to some of you, I can tell from your reactions, but I again want to reassure you that he is quite docile, and just like any guard, will only become angered if you threaten me, his leader."

"The Makgrull and the Malleus are in agreement; what happened to R'bbin was unfortunate, but I would be doing him a greater misfortune to ignore his last words," Sanctus Makgrull B'tman spoke up, and walked up to the Malleus male and female, clearly unafraid. The larger male, the shark-like thing with the hammer shaped head, sat upon it's haunches, lifting the smaller Moria up. She steadied herself upon the male's large fin, and reached out with her one hand to clasp B'tman's own outstretched hand in greeting. The Sanctus spoke again, "The Makgrull and Malleus are one, and they add their strength to ours, all under the might of Praeclarus. The Malleus are highly religious people, and are mostly curious as to the theologies of the world; something that I, myself, take for granted, aye. Still, Moira and her people be looking to learn, and are open to inviting outsiders to view their lands of Barathrum, to the east of Margaria. Just... be aware they will be asking ye to leave before the end of the year, so as to prevent regrettable accidents as what befell Auctor R'bbin. Ye can return a few weeks later."

Someone clicked from the corner of the black-skinned Makgrull, and Sanctus B'tman did not quite roll his eyes. He distinctly did not look mildly annoyed, and he most assuredly did not raise his voice in response, "Aye, I am reminded that Margaria does not believe in gods, and their delegates would like me to point out that they feel very strongly about people tryin' to tell 'em different."

"We're all different, in some ways. Explorers and artists in my fair city. Curious scientific minds in Margaria. Hopeful wanderers in Vagas Littus. Dangerous looking religious Malleus in Barathrum. There may be more later. But I'm here to say that though we may be different, we're the same. This may be the City of Praeclarus, but together?"

The Sanctus looked at the black skinned Makgrull, and the Makgrull with the pockmarked skin, and at Moira and her... guard. Then he looked out once more at the crowd.

"We're all Praeclarus."

[Gengy]

((OOC: Don't miss out on the last post (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?402577-EMPIRE-Conference-of-Changing-Tides-(y-511)&p=18957816#post18957816), it's pretty important))


Jowan pulled out a long white goose feather quill with a flourish from a pocket hidden in his over coat, as well as a small vial of ink. "I came prepared" he said with a grin, "Where do I need to sign?".

As Jowan said this, he noticed there would be nowhere flat to be able to sign it, so he nudged Tarvin and muttered "Tarvin, please ask the Makgrull politely if they have any small tables around here that could be of use to us". Tarvin nodded and walked over to a nearby Makgrull, nodding his head politely. "Excuse me. Are there any small tables around here that my Prince, Jowan, could use? It would be most appreciated" he said with a friendly smile on his face.

Orator G'gjin, once assistant to Chief Orator T'chep himself, smiled, and nodded. "Our apologies that Orator T'chep cannot speak with your Prince just yet. I will be honored ta find a table for you. Please let me know if there are any other needs we might be able to see to."



A large airship of Crimar manufacture approached the impromptu flotilla of ships at anchor near to the location of Praeclarus. Those present with keen eyesight likely noticed something odd as the ship approached and as it got closer the difference became clear. Where one would expect the flags of the Tyranny to be there were in fact the flags and banners of the Kingdom of Ashenia fluttering in the sea breeze. The vessel was escorted by two scarlet and mithril clad guards riding Pegasi in light mithril barding and draped in black and white caparisons.
The rider's flew down to what was presumed to be the Makgrull welcoming committee as the airship came to a stop at a respectful distance. Somewhat bravely they landed on the Makgrull raft giving it perhaps the greatest test to its stability it had had in some time. One of the guards removed his mithril helm before speaking to the Makgrull present.
"Greetings to the Makgrull from the Kingdom of Ashenia! Our Sovereign will arrive shortly to present gifts for the Sanctus Makgrull though she sends advance apologies that she will not be able to descend to Praeclarus."

"We are sorry to hear that as well," Chief Orator T'chep steps forward, freeing himself from conversations with others to greet the guard, "As she will be missed down below. But I shall endeavor all I can to keep everyone who stays above entertained! We are currently discussing just who, in Telluris, has the best grog. You look like a smart fellow. What's your opinion?"



Dressed in swimwear and jackets with the colors of Free Knights and sword belt worn around waist, two representatives of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities arrive on a loaned ship from Hospitalers.

"I am very excited to see this underwater city!" Passiflora said, to pace with excitement. Solana looked sick.
"I think this is a bad idea." Solana complained.
"I think you're worrying too much." Passiflora responded. She has a very strong suntan from the desert trip to Kemuliaan. "It's a nice vacation, too. You should enjoy the water. Remember the Centennial Gala? I can't believe it already is eleven years ago." Passiflora and Solana perched on the rail.
"We were children." Solana ruefully sighed.
"But it was ok! I wonder if we will see everyone again. Do you remember Praestes K'vfin and Praemonstrator T'lley?" Passiflora laughed.
"Of course." It was a rare smile of Solana. "I hope they are well. However, it has been eleven years. Passiflora you have changed. Probably they won't recognize you. Especially with that desert suntan."
"You haven't changed." Passiflora made a smug expression. Solana scowled.
"But you have some scars, so probably you can tell Praestes K'vfin such a tale about hydra." Passiflora continued. Solana nodded.
"Oh, it seems we are here." Solana remarked. The kites and rafts could be easily seen. The knights adjusted their swords and jumped onto the rafts gracefully.

"Hello!" Passiflora called.
"Fair skies as clear after rain! We are Free Knights of the Chivalric Republic of the United Free Cities. I am Steward Passiflora of Rubia."
"I am Grand-Master Solana of Fernbrake." Solana introduced.

With an excited squeal, and a laughter that sounds like bells, Praemonstrator T'lly removes herself from the in depth discussion with Sycia - promising to be back very soon - to go over at say hello. "Lasses, look at ye! All grown up, ye are! It's been, what, over a decade, aye?"

Ever the social butterfly, T'lly quickly gives both Free Knights a hug, caring not a whit if they didn't actually want one. "I'm so excited ta see ye, and glad ye could make it. When ye can get him to talk - which isn't often, him being the strong silent type - K'fvin still talks about meeting Free Knights at the Centennial Gala. He's very taken with ye, and I'm sure he's happy ye be here too. He wouldn't boast about it, but we had a bit of a barracuda problem - nasty, biting fish, they are - and K'fvin just dives right into them and slices them up, quick as you please, and we ate well that night, I tell ye. Biting fish don't bite hard when they are being bit into themselves!"

Though perhaps a bit hard to make out, what with the emotion gushing from her, Praemonstrator T'lly is clearly trying to embarrass Praestes K'fvin... and from the looks of it, succeeding exactly as planned. K'fvin walks up, a bit more at ease around the Free Knights then others, and nods a greeting briefly at Solana and Passiflora. "Ahoy, I see you, Free Knights. Are you well?"

[HalfTangible]

Edea's guards suddenly tensed and their stance shifted, as if they thought this creature would strike at their charge. One of her guards - a catfolk who strangely appeared to have no weapons - brought her hands up as if ready to catch it in a charge.

If Edea herself was bothered by the male creature, she didn't show it. If anything, she seemed pleasantly curious. She smiled and clapped politely at the end of the Sanctus' speech. "Praeclarus' friendship and loyalty to its kin does the world a great service, and sets an example as beautiful, woundrous and shining as your city." She was flattering the Makgrull, perhaps, but not dishonestly. She'd seen many gems and crystals in the Holy Kingdom, but she'd never expected to see a city that looked like them.

Edea placed a hand on her collarbone. "The Holy Kingdom of Sycia is glad to share the word of the Doctrine with any who will listen. If the Malleus have questions, I can gladly answer."

[Gengy]

"Orator T'chep, it is an honour to make your aquaintance." Jehan says in greeting, bowing slightly. "My cousin has told me much of you and I believe-" the Grand Prince glances about, "-yes, he has already sought a guide to show him below."

And indeed, by the edge of the shifting mass of rafts, there was an enthusiastic individual who was made all the more obvious by his vibrant red hair.

"Unfortunately I will not be venturing below," Jehan sounded almost sad, before continuing softly, "I do not swim well."

Tansyn stepped forward, laying a comforting hand on her partner's arm. "I however, would appreciate a visit. Whenever it may be most convenient." she leant over to whisper in Jehan's ear, "and I will be fine below, so cease with the worrying."

In an attempted to distract himself from the intellectual knowledge of what exactly water pressure at depth can do, the Grand Prince glanced over at where his eldest son waited. It had been nearly a decade since Jowan's marriage and departure for the Ash-Kingdom, and seeing his son in foreign colours was a still a jarring reminder of the dictates of royalty. Jehan doubted he would ever become used to the sight.

"My lady," T'chep begins with a grin, "I'll be happy to take you around to anywhere that you wish. With Chief Praestes U'ther announcing that he is ready to take people around, my job up top is done for a bit. Just name the place you'd like to visit, and I shall personally escort you! I personally recommend going to see the Whales."




Edea's guards suddenly tensed and their stance shifted, as if they thought this creature would strike at their charge. One of her guards - a catfolk who strangely appeared to have no weapons - brought her hands up as if ready to catch it in a charge.

If Edea herself was bothered by the male creature, she didn't show it. If anything, she seemed pleasantly curious. She smiled and clapped politely at the end of the Sanctus' speech. "Praeclarus' friendship and loyalty to its kin does the world a great service, and sets an example as beautiful, woundrous and shining as your city." She was flattering the Makgrull, perhaps, but not dishonestly. She'd seen many gems and crystals in the Holy Kingdom, but she'd never expected to see a city that looked like them.

Edea placed a hand on her collarbone. "The Holy Kingdom of Sycia is glad to share the word of the Doctrine with any who will listen. If the Malleus have questions, I can gladly answer."

"Thank you," Moira nods, the Malleus male beneath her laying down like some great dog before a fire, it's face nearly flat against the ground. Moira hangs on to it's dorsal fin, and converses freely with those who approach her. "Tell me, what do those of the... Doctrine... think, in regards to the moons?"

[HalfTangible]

"Thank you," Moira nods, the Malleus male beneath her laying down like some great dog before a fire, it's face nearly flat against the ground. Moira hangs on to it's dorsal fin, and converses freely with those who approach her. "Tell me, what do those of the... Doctrine... think, in regards to the moons?"I can never remember what moons we have or how many.Edea nodded.

"The Doctrine of Frost sees two of the moons as the creation of the ice goddess Yphine - as you might imagine from the name - and are there to help cool the planet. The Silver Lady turned the larger of the two silver for reasons unknown (though it's largely believed to be a prank), and the moon shrouded in shadow is believed to be either Kina or a creation of hers. When the blue moon eclipses the silver, an entire night is covered in blue, and the world begins to push back against the Flame. That is when we hold the Frostmoon festival, one of our greatest celebrations."

"I would've brought a copy of the Doctrine's full text and a few of our fables, but uh..." She grinned sheepishly. "As you may already be aware, paper doesn't agree with water."

[Aedilred]

A single ship from the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea made the voyage to Praeclarus, arriving relatively late in the overall scheme of the conference, but here nonetheless. At the head of the delegation was a man of indeterminate age with dark skin and a slightly greyish cast, his age made even harder to judge by his pronounced elfin appearance. He was dressed in relatively simple clothes - by Jarrland standards - and wore a blue cockade on his breast.

At his side was an attractive woman, most likely in her mid-twenties: her features slightly more rounded and human, though still elven in essence, and her skin a rather healthier colour, with something of the Imperial about her eyes. She gave no sign of having suffered any privations on the journey, and was dressed in an elegant and expertly-cut golden dress, clearly deliberately tailored to show off her best features.

"I still don't entirely understand why we're here," she muttered from the side of her mouth as they disembarked to one of the rafts. "We could have made enquiries without leaving the kingdom, and who knows what votes she's winning in my absence."

Alfmark sighed. His daughter had half a kingdom's worth of admirers for her looks, and was a fine athlete, but in matters of politics she was still something of a novice. "Your supporters will make your case forcefully, I am sure. Absence makes many a heart grow fonder."

A handful of additional persons of import descended behind them, mostly humans or near-humans, with one goblin, who wore a magnificent red feather in his hat, a contrast to the blue worn by his companions. Only one among the group was not openly displaying either colour: a man of about thirty.

The delegation leader made his way forward to greet his hosts, and introduced himself as Prince Alfmark, youngest son of the old king, Eldred.


Prince Alfmark
Princess Ellyn, his daughter (b.485)
Yuli, Duke of Vennland (b.481)
Yann, Aotrou a Reter (the goblin)
Assorted flunkies)

I'm not spending an action to be here, but happy to RP

[Mynxae]

Orator G'gjin, once assistant to Chief Orator T'chep himself, smiled, and nodded. "Our apologies that Orator T'chep cannot speak with your Prince just yet. I will be honored ta find a table for you. Please let me know if there are any other needs we might be able to see to."

Tavrin nodded and waited a moment until Orator G'gjin passed him a table, thanking him as he left. He placed the table down between Jowan and Llyeth and promptly went back to his position at Jowan's side.

"Ah excellent Tavrin, good work" Jowan said as Tavrin nodded with a slight smile on his face. He spread the scroll on the table, reading the fine print as he always did. "Hmm.. Mhm.. Yada yada..." he muttered as he read through it. As he finished he signed it with a flourish of his quill along with writing in a name next to it and then bowed briefly again. "A pleasure doing business with you again, old friend" he said with a grin to Llyeth.

Note: Jowan wrote down that Loyna, the female guard next to him, who is a half-Karranan, half-Maurian who joined the Ash-Kingdom's military at a young age, seeking to prove herself, is the one who is going to be married off.

blah blah blah blah blah

Jowan wandered over to where his father was and spoke "Greetings father. It has been a long time, hasn't it?" with a slight strain in his voice, his face pained as he remembered how long it had been since they last spoke.

[TheDarkDM]

The Tzaltec arrived at the conference by airship, as was their wont. However, rather than descend and take their place alongside the ships of the Seaborne Condederation, the red zeppelin began circling nearly one hundred feet above the waves. Moving into a temporary hover directly above the Makgrull's temporary dock, the ship began to lower a sturdy platform down a quartet of thick ropes. At first, all that could be seen of the approaching delegation was the banner of Tzalteclan flapping above them, but as they neared the assembled orators they finally came into view.

It was a party of four, each of them clearly of the Blood of the Dragon. At their head and leading the expedition was a man of indeterminate age, though he appeared to be in his early twenties, his bare arms and shoulders already sheathed in bloody red scales. A pair of curling horns framed his shoulder-length black hair, and save for a gold plated kilt and bracers he wore not a scrap of clothing. Similarly attired was his brother, or perhaps half-brother, though his bare skin was almost wholly the Tzaltec bronze save for the glossy black scales that covered his shoulders. This younger brother, for her certainly seemed the lesser of the two, had cut his hair short, save for a topknot held by a golden band. The two Tzaltec princesses had made some concession to the modesty of the other attendees by donning silken vests, though those were diaphanous enough that one wondered why they had bothered. One bore a more than passing resemblance to the black-scaled Tzaltec prince, unto the black scales trailing down her spine, suggesting a closer relation that that shared with the remaining princess, whose golden scales and comparatively slight frame marked her as youngest and perhaps most amicable of the Tzaltec. Behind them on the platform loomed an iron-bound chest, its open lid revealing a wealth of Tzaltec gold fashioned in the shape of tiny dolphin statuettes.

As the platform came to rest a foot above the Makgrull's main platform, the red scaled prince stepped forwards with a bow.

"Well met, my Makgrull friends. Allow me to present myself as Tlapepentli Aahotepre of Tzalteclan. I have come to represent my father, and indeed all of Tzalteclan, at this joyous celebration. Allow me also to present my siblings, the twins Harkhuf and Kiya and dear Nebetah. We bring with us a gift to thank you for your gracious invitation, and as repayment for the imposition we must request, for we do not possess the means to safely descend and visit your city's wonders."


Tlapepentli Aahotepre Dragon's Blood, born 484 (27), Taken
Harkhuf Dragon's Blood, born 487 (24), Available
Kiya Dragon's Blood, born 487 (24), Available
Nebetah Dragon's Blood, born 491 (20), Available

[Kasanip]

With an excited squeal, and a laughter that sounds like bells, Praemonstrator T'lly removes herself from the in depth discussion with Sycia - promising to be back very soon - to go over at say hello. "Lasses, look at ye! All grown up, ye are! It's been, what, over a decade, aye?"

Ever the social butterfly, T'lly quickly gives both Free Knights a hug, caring not a whit if they didn't actually want one. "I'm so excited ta see ye, and glad ye could make it. When ye can get him to talk - which isn't often, him being the strong silent type - K'fvin still talks about meeting Free Knights at the Centennial Gala. He's very taken with ye, and I'm sure he's happy ye be here too. He wouldn't boast about it, but we had a bit of a barracuda problem - nasty, biting fish, they are - and K'fvin just dives right into them and slices them up, quick as you please, and we ate well that night, I tell ye. Biting fish don't bite hard when they are being bit into themselves!"

Though perhaps a bit hard to make out, what with the emotion gushing from her, Praemonstrator T'lly is clearly trying to embarrass Praestes K'fvin... and from the looks of it, succeeding exactly as planned. K'fvin walks up, a bit more at ease around the Free Knights then others, and nods a greeting briefly at Solana and Passiflora. "Ahoy, I see you, Free Knights. Are you well?"

http://i1015.photobucket.com/albums/af275/umbrellako2/9A0E58EB902390A676FE65D75C0F_zpsfcf81b82.png (http://youtu.be/6AM0GEd9lSs)
"Oh, how fortunate! Long time no see!" Passiflora exclaimed. Both Free Knights returned T'lly's hug. Passiflora had a warm expression. Even though Solana looked a little awkward to hug, she had a calm smile.
"It has been eleven years. I hope we have grown in that time!" Passiflora laughed politely.
"We were at the point of mentioning Praemonstrator T'lly and Praestes K'fvin." She explained.
"It is very nice to see you again!"
Solana mirrored the nod of Praestes K'fvin.
"We are fine, thank you. How are you?" Before answer can be received, Passiflora pulled on Solana's coat to reveal bathing suit and some scars on her arm.
"Look, Praestes K'fvin! Solana has a chivalric story about which to tell you! She has been excited to share battle stories."
Solana scowled at Passiflora's forward action. Probably because such a surprise was ruined and exaggerated. She deflected Passiflora's hands and adjusted her coat.
"Yes. I defeated a hydra in Fernbrake. However, I was careless, so I received these scars. Perhaps we can talk about battle stories later?"
Passiflora regarded Praemonstrator T'lly with a big smile.
"Of course Hospitaler work continues, and I became Steward of our United Free Cities!" She made a proper bow.
"So this time I have more responsibilities. It's an honor to return with such a fortunate time!"
Solana coughed.
"I am Grand Master of the Order of Free Knights. Mostly I try to keep peace and stop Passiflora from causing trouble."
"She is very reliable." Passiflora supported. Solana seemed embarrassed but to cover with annoyed expression.
Even if it was eleven years after, they still have a similar personality.
"Oh!" Passiflora clapped her hands.
"I am very excited to see your city. However, I don't think we can survive underwater for very long."
Solana rolled her eyes. A certain promise was made for underwater Hospitaler support. However, it seemed finally it was realized by Passiflora the difficulty.

[Reggiejam]

Meztli had traveled to the Makgrull Conference more or less alone. A small band of attendants accompanied her but no members of the Principality Council or members of the Queen's Brood or Brood Watchers accompanied her. The Queen had been consolidating everyone to her lately ensuring stability in the years leading up to her departure for the Nighthawk and her sister Loris' reign. Meztli had only been allowed to travel by convincing the Queen it was better to continue to have a presence at the international events if she wanted to dispel any concerns for the Freehold by the international body.

Meztli didn't know the Queen's sister but the way the Queen had been acting it had struck some amount of concern within the dragon-blooded Regent and the Queen had been very explicit in Meztli's orders to ensure a smooth transition and governance under her sister. These thoughts weighed heavily on her mind as she arrived by way of small rented ship at the Makgrull platforms, later than usual for the Freehold.

Yet her timing did afford her a chance to witness the Tzaltec arrival and she watched with reserved judgment and quiet impressedness at the physique and stature of her Tzaltec relative. Heartwaste and Eyrecradian elven men, while amusing in their subservience did not attract the eye of Meztli and while the werekin were certainly strong none she met had expressed any amount of culture or finesse beyond the brutishness. Realizing her thoughts were wandering in ways they might oughtn't she sought to clear her mind. Still, it couldn't hurt to go and greet her relatives, for politeness sake at least.

She approached the Tzaltec delegation after they had completed their exchange with the Makgrull.

"Greetings to you brothers and sisters of Tzaltec," she said, speaking to them all but addressing Aahotepre, "Meztli Tayanya of the Faedas Freehold, daughter of Senusret," she added, introducing herself.

[TheDarkDM]

Aahotepre turned at the approach of Meztli, and on seeing their distant half-sister the entire delegation broke into genuine smiles. It was a rare thing for Tzalteclan to meet friends so far from the borders of the empire.

"And greetings to you, sister. Father has oft regaled us with stories of your accomplishments. Mighty Faedas is well served by your presence."

As Aahotepre finished, the youngest of the delegation, stepped forward.

"Excuse me, sister? My name is Nebetah - I've just been dying to meet you. Living in Faedas must be so exciting, you must share some stories! I've read accounts, but I can't imagine living so close to the Huroshan barbarians and Guilderene traitors. You must be very brave."

Aahotepre smiled at Nebetah's enthusiasm.

"You must forgive her, sister, this is her first journey outside the bounds of the Empire."

[lt_murgen]

The Ballroom of the Grand TowerT
"The Makgrull and the Malleus are in agreement; what happened to R'bbin was unfortunate, but I would be doing him a greater misfortune to ignore his last words," Sanctus Makgrull B'tman spoke up, and walked up to the Malleus male and female, clearly unafraid. The larger male, the shark-like thing with the hammer shaped head, sat upon it's haunches, lifting the smaller Moria up. She steadied herself upon the male's large fin, and reached out with her one hand to clasp B'tman's own outstretched hand in greeting. The Sanctus spoke again, "The Makgrull and Malleus are one, and they add their strength to ours, all under the might of Praeclarus. The Malleus are highly religious people, and are mostly curious as to the theologies of the world; something that I, myself, take for granted, aye. Still, Moira and her people be looking to learn, and are open to inviting outsiders to view their lands of Barathrum, to the east of Margaria. Just... be aware they will be asking ye to leave before the end of the year, so as to prevent regrettable accidents as what befell Auctor R'bbin. Ye can return a few weeks later."

Someone clicked from the corner of the black-skinned Makgrull, and Sanctus B'tman did not quite roll his eyes. He distinctly did not look mildly annoyed, and he most assuredly did not raise his voice in response, "Aye, I am reminded that Margaria does not believe in gods, and their delegates would like me to point out that they feel very strongly about people tryin' to tell 'em different."

Skipper-General Percy spoke up, with a sideways glance towards Edea. "The Seaborne Confederation welcome you all. The Makgrull are our kindred spirits, so we embrace you as well. We would love the change to exchange knowledge with you all. On behalf of the priests of Tar, we thank you for the chance to speak of our goddess Kina as well."


take a look though the technology table. If I have anything you want, just ask.
Also, I had a thought. I could trade you ships from the Jeweled Cities for sea turtles. If the ships were build upside-down, they would become floating homes with several floors underwater. These would make excellent homes for the Makgrull in the Shifting Sands. They could be anchored to the sea-bed, but moved as needed due to the shifting sea-bed. The sea turtles I am going to need to keep our harbors clear of weeds.

Also, if you can get Quinton to agree, I am fine cedeing a bit of water territory to you so you can get contiguous regions. But I will want rights to a trading post in a region of my choosing for a resource of my choosing sometime later.



At some point during this event, Percy will have a siit-down with King Corvus II. Percy is willing to send Pono al a Ono diplomats if that will aide situation in Conjelado Anillo. It is his thinking that the giants may be more receptive to larger creatures. They expressed fears that the small folk in the regions to the north east might stir up their ancient enemies. So they might not want to listen to small folk. He will even offer to establish a permanent colony of Pono there if needed.

He will also discuss Nanguang. Percy wants to assure his vassal that it is not a forgotten provincial issue. He assures Corvuz II that there is much discussion in the Imperial Senate as to a proper response toward that wayward province. The Seaborne Congress has given permission to utilize aggressive negotiations to assure a quick resolution. Of course, his Congresspeople would have already told him of that.

Percy also wants to try to open negotiations with the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea's vassal the Kingdom of the Islands. The people of the Jeweled Cities want to start a long term project to import and domesticate the Skywhales.

[Reggiejam]

"No apologies are necessary," she smiled at Aahotepre with an appraising twinkle in her eye before turning her attention to Nebetah, "Indeed I have many stories, sister. I should be more than happy to share them with you as well though I imagine much that you consider mundane I would consider interesting to myself. I have only been to the Empire a handful of times myself and almost always on official business. Perhaps we could exchange stories of our homes after the event the Makgrull have planned is completed? I do believe they intend to move us all beneath the waves soon."

Receiving her reply she turned to Aahotepre and spoke conversationally that only he could hear her, "You say this is our sister's first venture beyond the Empire but I do not recognize you from any events hosted in recent years either?"

[TheDarkDM]

Nebetah's face curled into a wide smile at Meztli's response, the younger princess clearly pleased to have such a pleasant elder sister.

"That sounds marvelous, Meztli. Oh just wait until I tell you of the Xiutlatokalis. There is no tower like it in all the world!"

For his part, Aahotepre grinned ruefully at Meztli's question.

"A fair assessment, sister. In truth, I have only been outside the empire in the most generous sense. Visiting brother Ahmes' holdings in Ahmeskharras, touring the Saroc Kapital. Though I was part of the delegation to Valasharix. Still this is the first time I have passed beyond Tzalteclan's western border. Considering the reception, I regret not doing so sooner."

Behind him, the twins smirked at each other, and began to move past. Each one bowed deferentially to Meztli before Harkhuf addressed Aahotepre.

"Brother, we'll see to the Makgrull. You're clearly engaged in serious diplomatic business."

Behind him, Kiya snorted, the sound of a sister greatly bemused, and only seemed to realize where she was a moment later.

"Ahem, forgive me sister. I seem to have, uh, discovered a...salt allergy. Yes, that's it. Oh, curses, what rotten luck."

Kiya gave a halfhearted shake of her fist to the heavens before Harkhuf rescued her and started dragging her towards the knot of Orators.

"A salt allergy?"

"What, do the lesser races not have those?"

[Reggiejam]

Meztli smiled ruefully at the comments of the twins as she watched them walk by and turned back to Aahotepre.

"I get the impression they don't think I'm serious diplomatic business," she said with a playful tone, "Surely we should prove them wrong and strengthen the ties between Faedas and Tzalteclan to a diplomatically enviable degree, don't you think?"

"You said you've been across the East? How fares Ahmes? I regret I have never met our brother who adjoined himself to the Saroc cause."

[Gengy]

I can never remember what moons we have or how many.Edea nodded.

"The Doctrine of Frost sees two of the moons as the creation of the ice goddess Yphine - as you might imagine from the name - and are there to help cool the planet. The Silver Lady turned the larger of the two silver for reasons unknown (though it's largely believed to be a prank), and the moon shrouded in shadow is believed to be either Kina or a creation of hers. When the blue moon eclipses the silver, an entire night is covered in blue, and the world begins to push back against the Flame. That is when we hold the Frostmoon festival, one of our greatest celebrations."

"I would've brought a copy of the Doctrine's full text and a few of our fables, but uh..." She grinned sheepishly. "As you may already be aware, paper doesn't agree with water."

One would expect a smile at the little joke, but Moria looks confused. "I am sorry. Pay... per?"

A nearby Orator walks up and whispers something in the female Malleus's ear. "Ah! Yes. The flimsy things that are like Lignum Aqua tree-bark from Vagas Littus, but not able to last underwater. Now I understand. You place your Doctrine on that? Why not something more lasting, such as stone?"



A single ship from the Kingdom of the Carmine Sea made the voyage to Praeclarus, arriving relatively late in the overall scheme of the conference, but here nonetheless. At the head of the delegation was a man of indeterminate age with dark skin and a slightly greyish cast, his age made even harder to judge by his pronounced elfin appearance. He was dressed in relatively simple clothes - by Jarrland standards - and wore a blue cockade on his breast.

At his side was an attractive woman, most likely in her mid-twenties: her features slightly more rounded and human, though still elven in essence, and her skin a rather healthier colour, with something of the Imperial about her eyes. She gave no sign of having suffered any privations on the journey, and was dressed in an elegant and expertly-cut golden dress, clearly deliberately tailored to show off her best features.

"I still don't entirely understand why we're here," she muttered from the side of her mouth as they disembarked to one of the rafts. "We could have made enquiries without leaving the kingdom, and who knows what votes she's winning in my absence."

Alfmark sighed. His daughter had half a kingdom's worth of admirers for her looks, and was a fine athlete, but in matters of politics she was still something of a novice. "Your supporters will make your case forcefully, I am sure. Absence makes many a heart grow fonder."

A handful of additional persons of import descended behind them, mostly humans or near-humans, with one goblin, who wore a magnificent red feather in his hat, a contrast to the blue worn by his companions. Only one among the group was not openly displaying either colour: a man of about thirty.

The delegation leader made his way forward to greet his hosts, and introduced himself as Prince Alfmark, youngest son of the old king, Eldred.

"Ahoy there, Carmine Sea! I **sqeak**ing see ye! Ye have been expected." Loud and boisterous, even for a Makgrull, the strong looking Chief Praestes U'ther smiles in greeting from atop his perch on one of the masts in the makeshift... ship yard. Though, to call it that would make any decent shipwright cringe, and perhaps need to lie down.

"The party has already started, but if'n there is some place ye want to explore, I'd be glad to see that ye have the chance! Or, if ye don't mind arriving late, I can see ye are taken down to the festivities."



The Tzaltec arrived at the conference by airship, as was their wont. However, rather than descend and take their place alongside the ships of the Seaborne Condederation, the red zeppelin began circling nearly one hundred feet above the waves. Moving into a temporary hover directly above the Makgrull's temporary dock, the ship began to lower a sturdy platform down a quartet of thick ropes. At first, all that could be seen of the approaching delegation was the banner of Tzalteclan flapping above them, but as they neared the assembled orators they finally came into view.

It was a party of four, each of them clearly of the Blood of the Dragon. At their head and leading the expedition was a man of indeterminate age, though he appeared to be in his early twenties, his bare arms and shoulders already sheathed in bloody red scales. A pair of curling horns framed his shoulder-length black hair, and save for a gold plated kilt and bracers he wore not a scrap of clothing. Similarly attired was his brother, or perhaps half-brother, though his bare skin was almost wholly the Tzaltec bronze save for the glossy black scales that covered his shoulders. This younger brother, for her certainly seemed the lesser of the two, had cut his hair short, save for a topknot held by a golden band. The two Tzaltec princesses had made some concession to the modesty of the other attendees by donning silken vests, though those were diaphanous enough that one wondered why they had bothered. One bore a more than passing resemblance to the black-scaled Tzaltec prince, unto the black scales trailing down her spine, suggesting a closer relation that that shared with the remaining princess, whose golden scales and comparatively slight frame marked her as youngest and perhaps most amicable of the Tzaltec. Behind them on the platform loomed an iron-bound chest, its open lid revealing a wealth of Tzaltec gold fashioned in the shape of tiny dolphin statuettes.

As the platform came to rest a foot above the Makgrull's main platform, the red scaled prince stepped forwards with a bow.

"Well met, my Makgrull friends. Allow me to present myself as Tlapepentli Aahotepre of Tzalteclan. I have come to represent my father, and indeed all of Tzalteclan, at this joyous celebration. Allow me also to present my siblings, the twins Harkhuf and Kiya and dear Nebetah. We bring with us a gift to thank you for your gracious invitation, and as repayment for the imposition we must request, for we do not possess the means to safely descend and visit your city's wonders."

Orator G'gnin, helping to fill in for Chief Orator T'chep, looked at the statue with some interest. Returning the bow with the precise practice of someone whom has done this many times before, G'gnin smiled and said, "Honored Guests of Tzalteclan, we thank ye for this very unique gift. I can assure ye that it will be highly valued among the Makgrull. Be there anything that I can do for ye, now that ye are here?"




"Oh, how fortunate! Long time no see!" Passiflora exclaimed. Both Free Knights returned T'lly's hug. Passiflora had a warm expression. Even though Solana looked a little awkward to hug, she had a calm smile.
"It has been eleven years. I hope we have grown in that time!" Passiflora laughed politely.
"We were at the point of mentioning Praemonstrator T'lly and Praestes K'fvin." She explained.
"It is very nice to see you again!"
Solana mirrored the nod of Praestes K'fvin.
"We are fine, thank you. How are you?" Before answer can be received, Passiflora pulled on Solana's coat to reveal bathing suit and some scars on her arm.
"Look, Praestes K'fvin! Solana has a chivalric story about which to tell you! She has been excited to share battle stories."
Solana scowled at Passiflora's forward action. Probably because such a surprise was ruined and exaggerated. She deflected Passiflora's hands and adjusted her coat.
"Yes. I defeated a hydra in Fernbrake. However, I was careless, so I received these scars. Perhaps we can talk about battle stories later?"
Passiflora regarded Praemonstrator T'lly with a big smile.
"Of course Hospitaler work continues, and I became Steward of our United Free Cities!" She made a proper bow.
"So this time I have more responsibilities. It's an honor to return with such a fortunate time!"
Solana coughed.
"I am Grand Master of the Order of Free Knights. Mostly I try to keep peace and stop Passiflora from causing trouble."
"She is very reliable." Passiflora supported. Solana seemed embarrassed but to cover with annoyed expression.
Even if it was eleven years after, they still have a similar personality.
"Oh!" Passiflora clapped her hands.
"I am very excited to see your city. However, I don't think we can survive underwater for very long."
Solana rolled her eyes. A certain promise was made for underwater Hospitaler support. However, it seemed finally it was realized by Passiflora the difficulty.

"We will help. Pick place. I will take you." K'vfin smiled, a genuine smile, not the practiced smile of a diplomat. Just someone happy to show friends around.

"Yes! Yes! You must go. K'vfin will take you where ever you wish. Alas, I have some matters of state to take care of, but with some Lifeskin, K'vfin can show you around! Wonderful stuff, Lifeskin. We'll see what we can do about getting some of our own. This Conference has proved... difficult, for you whom can't breath within Mother Sea." T'lly waved, and stepped away. Praestes K'vfin went from looking happy to looking concerned, but he looked around at all of the other PADL guards, and shook his head. T'lly could take care of herself for a while, he supposed.

"What do you want to see?"



Skipper-General Percy spoke up, with a sideways glance towards Edea. "The Seaborne Confederation welcome you all. The Makgrull are our kindred spirits, so we embrace you as well. We would love the change to exchange knowledge with you all. On behalf of the priests of Tar, we thank you for the chance to speak of our goddess Kina as well."


take a look though the technology table. If I have anything you want, just ask.
Also, I had a thought. I could trade you ships from the Jeweled Cities for sea turtles. If the ships were build upside-down, they would become floating homes with several floors underwater. These would make excellent homes for the Makgrull in the Shifting Sands. They could be anchored to the sea-bed, but moved as needed due to the shifting sea-bed. The sea turtles I am going to need to keep our harbors clear of weeds.

Also, if you can get Quinton to agree, I am fine cedeing a bit of water territory to you so you can get contiguous regions. But I will want rights to a trading post in a region of my choosing for a resource of my choosing sometime later.



The Other Important Matter

Seeing the Skipper-General join the conversation between High Priestess Edea and Moria of the Malleus, Sanctus Makgrull B'tman stepped up, and reached out to shake Percy's hand. "I am sure, Skipper-General, that the Malleus would be interested. But let me shake yer hand, for I have much ta thank ye for... cousin."

It was clear that the word was unusual for the Sanctus to say. But after trying it out, B'tman found that he liked it. "Without ye, the Makgrull would be most perplexed now. Aye, I was right worried for over a decade as to how this would all go down. I be relieved it went over so easily. Which reminds me..."

"Ahoy, ye honored guests," Sanctus Makgrull B'tman stepped back up onto the lip of the entrance way, and began to make another announcement.

"Besides introducing ye to our new-found family, the Makgrull have something ta say. We found out some years back that ye all take yer territory seriously. Praeclarus can understand that. We wouldn't want no one poaching our Whales or stealing our Adamas Coral, aye. But we had never thought that ye would make a map for it. When Chief Orator T'chep saw that, we had ta get our own copies. And then... well, I spent several years talking ta a few of ye. This is the time ta explain it to everyone."

"For years, we have been swimming west from Praeclarus to Vagas Littus, or from Praeclarus to the east regions, such as Barathrum. We did this with no fuss, and didn't think of it much. Water was water ta us, just like walking from town ta town is ta ye of the surface. What we didn't realize was that we were crossing territories - some of them held sacred and holy - and fer that, we regret it. What was even more troublesome to Praeclarus is that, now that we are a part of Telluris as a whole, we want to keep it's waters safe... which means expanding our territory ourselves. Can't rightly do that, can we, if we be boxed in. So I approached several leaders, to sound out their feelings on the matter."

"Would the representative from the Salterri Imperium step forward?" Waiting for them to do so, the Sanctus Makgrull hopped down from his makeshift stage, and met them as equals. A large Makgrull carrying a wooden chest stepped up behind the Sanctus and opened it. Inside were the curious stones that, only a short while ago, had been thrown about as part of the entertainment. "Though we be just now learning about them ourselves, these are what the Malleus call Bubbling Stones. Curious objects, aye. We're looking into what they can do, but they have a bit of the mysterious about them, for sure. I present to the Imperium this gift, and aye, several other shipments to come, as an apology for encroaching on their lands without knowing it. It is my hope that the Makgrull and our neighbors can remain friends, and we will treat their waters with utmost respect as we pass through it. Aye, indeed, we're already in talks for how the Makgrull can help the Salterri Imperium further!"

Before standing back up upon the lip of the entrance, the Sanctus came over to place a hand upon the Skipper-General's shoulder. "Long has Praeclarus and the Seaborne Confederation been friends. Aye, if it weren't for them, we'd still be swimming in our own small waters, unknowing of the larger world. So it was with great pleasure that I began speaking with our cousins who walked the land, concerning our problem. They have blown us away with their generosity. In exchange for the rights to a Trading Post in our waters, they are ceding to us a stretch of waters between Praeclarus and Vagas Littus. For this, the Makgrull will ever be friends to the Seaborne. Diplomacy be a tricky thing, aye, and who knows what the future may hold? But we of Praeclarus will always remember the generosity of the Seaborne Confederation, and react accordingly."

"And they are not the only ones!" Sanctus Makgrull B'tman stepped back up on his higher perch, and continued, "Along with them, the Empire of the Silver Moon - our other neighbors - heard of our plight, and they too were most generous. We have come to some very strict terms with them, but the short of it is that they too are ceding some of their territory to the Makgrull, to go along with that which was once belonging to the Seaborne Confederation. This gives us a nice stretch o' water that will be a new part of Praeclarus and Vagas Littus both; we will protect it fiercely, as it represents the friendships that we have made. Just as fiercely shall we protect the shores of the Empire of the Silver Moon. Know now that we consider them just as much a part of our extended family as we do the Seaborne, and we shall not forget the generosity of the Silver Moon."

"To both of our new family, the Makgrull would like to extend a promise: Should we ever come into ownership of a stretch of waters that ye desire, let us know. As ye have treated us fairly, so shall we. We cannot speak for all of PADL, but if you desire entry into the Protection of Aquatic Dwellers League, know that Praeclarus will support ye."

As it looked like the Sanctus was finished, the Makgrull began clapping, and Sanctus Makgrull B'tman let it go on for a bit, before waving it down politely. "Speaking of the League... our other founding member, Hurosha, holds territory to the north of Barathrum, Margaria, and as some of ye may have noted, there be a distinct absence from Praeclarus's other new territory, Maritumus Reef. What we found there was a large group of Makgrull and Carrachan, living together in harmony! This was most curious to us, but even more so to Hurosha. As part of the agreement of PADL, we discussed this, and Praeclarus cedes ownership of Maritumus Reef to our friends in Hurosha; Maritumus Reef is aware of this, and is ready for it. I understand, though, that there are those who disagree with the change."

"They will be given the option to migrate to different waters, including Criseg - the waters under New Crima. New Crima, I am given to understand, will welcome them gladly, so long as they swear an oath to the Good Tyrant. Praeclarus will also be giving this option to several of our own, whom have... expressed concern with the way we are handling the nation's integration to the rest of the world. These... traditionalists... have always been free to leave, but did not have a home to go to till now. Criseg is, we hope, that home."

"May this exchange of territory and Makgrull be the start of even further friendships between Praeclarus and her neighbors!"

Unsure if that is all, the crowd seems a bit quiet, until the Sanctus hops down, and shouts, "Well, what are ye all waiting for? I talked long enough. This be a party, now! Enjoy yerselves!"

Clapping resumed, and so too, did the party. In a much lower voice, the Sanctus nodded his head at the Skipper-General, "Well, cousin, how'd I do? Praeclar's **click**ing Wisdoms, I hate gabbing away like that..."


Territory trades. They are a thing, and they've been done before. However, partial trades of parts of territories have not been done before. What the Makgrull have done here is a partial trade of ownership between Regions 90 and 40 to Praeclarus. While the map has not been updated, an example of what it may look like after it is updated is something like this:


http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/waywordfool/OotSAvatars/AnotherWay1_zpstvkxskrg.png

This above image was originally created to talk with Quinton about my predicament. You see, Praeclarus had no connecting regions... though I thought it did. That was my mistake, and it gave rise to some good Diplomacy IC. While Morph had very good reasons for us not agreeing on terms for an eastern connection (IC: holy land, by the way, is holy, if you didn't know), Murgen and Burch did not have the same IC reasons and were very kind to me. With Quinton kept in the loop the whole way, this kind of trade has been approved by him.

Note: Partial Territory Trades are not the norm. Talk with your local awesome Quinton before beginning such a trade; if he approves, then seek out the person you might trade with. It's a big deal. Don't sell your territory short.

Thank you. I'm not seeing any Tech here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?351078-Empire!-The-Lands-of-Telluris-(the-fluff-beyond-the-crunch)&p=17560258#post17560258) that I need. Is there a more comprehensive list somewhere for the Seaborne? I still need Physics. The Makgrull would also accept fluff lessons on shipbuilding; we have the Ocean Faring Ship tech, but having no ports of our own makes it tricky. And I'm amused with their crude ships at the moment, kludged together with various technologies.

We could include that learning in the building of the underwater boats for the Vagas Littus Makgrull? I'm *very* interested in that, by the way. Minor Project between us both, starting next turn, maybe? "Shifting Sands Home Fleet" Diplomacy action? The Makgrull learn to build the underwater ships that way, and it justifies a larger number of ships... also, if later, you need to trade your Ships elsewhere, you'd be able to without feeling bad about Vagas Littus not having their homes anymore, lol.

Ships for Sea Turtles for sure, though. You want 'em, you got 'em.

[Rain Dragon]

((OOC - This week I have been unable to do much on the forums and as such am quite behind on RP. I will respotnd to the general goings on later, if I remember. Many of my characters are free.))


Tavrin nodded and waited a moment until Orator G'gjin passed him a table, thanking him as he left. He placed the table down between Jowan and Llyeth and promptly went back to his position at Jowan's side.

"Ah excellent Tavrin, good work" Jowan said as Tavrin nodded with a slight smile on his face. He spread the scroll on the table, reading the fine print as he always did. "Hmm.. Mhm.. Yada yada..." he muttered as he read through it. As he finished he signed it with a flourish of his quill along with writing in a name next to it and then bowed briefly again. "A pleasure doing business with you again, old friend" he said with a grin to Llyeth.

Note: Jowan wrote down that Loyna, the female guard next to him, who is a half-Karranan, half-Maurian who joined the Ash-Kingdom's military at a young age, seeking to prove herself, is the one who is going to be married off.

Ceannin Llyeth didn't seem impressed by Jowan's grandious mannerisms and seeming paranoia, "Our people engrave such important Oaths on our largest Standing Stone. 'Business' is an odd word for such a thing, though I am glad you took the time to memorise our Oath."

Behind the An Náduri, a large brown walrus that had been sunbaking slipped into the water with a large splash followed soon after by many of the Cervidh who were already in Lifeskin.

Athwyn secured one of the small stone tablets and began expertly chipping Jowan's signature into it despite it looking rather difficult to engrave especially when compared to the An Náduri script.

Perfect!

EDIT - Misphrasing

[HalfTangible]

One would expect a smile at the little joke, but Moria looks confused. "I am sorry. Pay... per?"

A nearby Orator walks up and whispers something in the female Malleus's ear. "Ah! Yes. The flimsy things that are like Lignum Aqua tree-bark from Vagas Littus, but not able to last underwater. Now I understand. You place your Doctrine on that? Why not something more lasting, such as stone?"

"Because stone tablets shatter easily when dropped and are difficult to carry, especially when you need several, and are much harder to make back-up copies of." Edea grinned. "I assure you, everything we do has a solid reason behind it."

She was silent for a moment before dryly adding "MOST of what we do."

[TheDarkDM]

Meztli

Aahotepre leaned in closer.

"Certainly. Our two nations should always strive to be...intimate."

Then he straightened at mention of Ahmes.

"Oh, Ahmes continues to ascend to heights that beggar the imagination. You did not know him as a child, but he was such a scrawny thing. We all thought him fit for little more than a governorship and a quiet life of extravagance. But now? Now he towers over even father thanks to the Blood, and he forges a state at once Tzaltec and Saroc. We should all be so lucky to find so inspiring a foreign muse."

Orator G'gnin

Harkhuf and Kiya bowed in unison to the Makgrull representative before Kiya took the lead.

"You and your people are most welcome, Orator. And we require nothing more than this storied lifeskin that we might delight in your city below the waves."

At that, Harkhuf stepped forward.

"Though if Praeclarus has anything it wishes of Tzalteclan, we are empowered to speak on our father's behalf."

[Gengy]

"Because stone tablets shatter easily when dropped and are difficult to carry, especially when you need several, and are much harder to make back-up copies of." Edea grinned. "I assure you, everything we do has a solid reason behind it."

She was silent for a moment before dryly adding "MOST of what we do."

"Is there an example of a time that the Doctrine did not have a solid reason behind it's actions?" Moira, apparently, is still working on her humor. She is genuinely asking, not to be rude, but because she is curious.



Orator G'gnin

Harkhuf and Kiya bowed in unison to the Makgrull representative before Kiya took the lead.

"You and your people are most welcome, Orator. And we require nothing more than this storied lifeskin that we might delight in your city below the waves."

At that, Harkhuf stepped forward.

"Though if Praeclarus has anything it wishes of Tzalteclan, we are empowered to speak on our father's behalf."

"Oh? Well, now that ye mention it, I had the opportunity to visit yer fair nation a year ago. I marveled at some of the science behind yer architecture. Perhaps we could talk a bit about ye teaching some Makgrull? I am sure that the Chief Orator would agree with me." Orator G'gnin grinned, happy to do some cultural exchange.

[Kitsanth]

Jowan wandered over to where his father was and spoke "Greetings father. It has been a long time, hasn't it?" with a slight strain in his voice, his face pained as he remembered how long it had been since they last spoke.
Above, After all the Greetings

With Tansyn and Kazimir having departed for the depths, Jehan had been waiting - with a single attendant - for his son to conclude his business. And now they had the opportunity to talk.

"Son," he smiled, "I am glad that our paths cross this day."

Jehan then dipped into the Haljan Tongue, all the better to have a private conversation here. "Letters are not the same. Nine years... it is a long time to be apart from family. You seem to have adjusted well." The Grand Prince eyes the score of men accompanying his son and smirks.

"I have never visited the Dragon-Queen's Palace and I only ever made Kara's acquaintance briefly, but it seems things are just as ostentatious as Cousin Teodor told me."


Below, After the Announcements

Kazimir felt under-dressed in this formfitting Lifeskin suit. But at least now he knew what all that fuss nine years back over a map had been about.

'Still, how did the cartographers approximate these borders to begin with?' Kazimir wondered silently. Somehow, Kazimir had the impression that no one actually knew the answer to this mystery.

The Malleus though - for all that they would likely be odd to most surface-dwellers - for Kazimir however, the tale that the Sanctus had told reminded him most of the Ferans. Haljans, Yslynd and Kardiloss were still the peoples most unlike Niskans Kazimir had ever met.

'Niskans and Ferans have been the strongest of friends for centuries,' thought Kazimir. That the Makgrull welcomed their undersea brethren amongst them regardless of their differences, well it could only be a good thing.

The report Kazimir would be taking to the Grand Prince was sure to be long, detailed and full of glowing recommendations.

Apologies for the lack of real interactive RP from myself this fortnight. As last I checked there are few telepaths roaming about Telluris, if anyone was wanting to chat much with a Niskovian representative to gauge their impression of events here, then they probably talked with Kazimir at some point and gained a general idea of his above thoughts.

[Aedilred]

"Ahoy there, Carmine Sea! I **sqeak**ing see ye! Ye have been expected." Loud and boisterous, even for a Makgrull, the strong looking Chief Praestes U'ther smiles in greeting from atop his perch on one of the masts in the makeshift... ship yard. Though, to call it that would make any decent shipwright cringe, and perhaps need to lie down.

"The party has already started, but if'n there is some place ye want to explore, I'd be glad to see that ye have the chance! Or, if ye don't mind arriving late, I can see ye are taken down to the festivities."


"I will not be descending, although I'm sure some members of the party would like to take the opportunity to see Praeclarus properly, especially my daughter," Alfmark replied. "I would however welcome the opportunity to speak with the Sanctus, or another in position of authority."

Alfmark would like to discuss locating the wreck of the Queen Amber from ten years before, and recovering his father's sword in particular if it can be found. I'm happy to handwave such a conversation given it's so late in the round.

[HalfTangible]

"Is there an example of a time that the Doctrine did not have a solid reason behind it's actions?" Moira, apparently, is still working on her humor. She is genuinely asking, not to be rude, but because she is curious.

"I meant it as a joke." She smiled and shook her head. "No big decision we ever made lacked a reason at least solid enough for the high priestess."

[Mynxae]

Above, After all the Greetings

With Tansyn and Kazimir having departed for the depths, Jehan had been waiting - with a single attendant - for his son to conclude his business. And now they had the opportunity to talk.

"Son," he smiled, "I am glad that our paths cross this day."

Jehan then dipped into the Haljan Tongue, all the better to have a private conversation here. "Letters are not the same. Nine years... it is a long time to be apart from family. You seem to have adjusted well." The Grand Prince eyes the score of men accompanying his son and smirks.

"I have never visited the Dragon-Queen's Palace and I only ever made Kara's acquaintance briefly, but it seems things are just as ostentatious as Cousin Teodor told me."

Jowan had a slight grin on his face as his father glanced at his guards and smirked. "If he wants to go unguarded, the easier it could be to usurp him someday if I so chose.." he thought with an inward chuckle.

Jowan nodded, "It is quite, isn't it? It may even get more ostentatious in the future, if I can start up more diplomatic relations with some nations around the world" he said with the touch of a smirk on his face. As he finished speaking, Tarvin cleared his throat softly, causing Jowan to turn his head irritably. "I apologise my Prince, but we must depart" he said in a respectful tone while he pointed upward at the airship waiting to take them back to Maur.

He sighed and bowed to his father. "My apologies father, but I need to get home to my wife. She's been struggling with our twin daughters, they're quite a handful" he said with a slight longing look in his eyes. Jowan missed his family terribly and couldn't wait to return to them.

[Reggiejam]

Meztli

Aahotepre leaned in closer.

"Certainly. Our two nations should always strive to be...intimate."

Then he straightened at mention of Ahmes.

"Oh, Ahmes continues to ascend to heights that beggar the imagination. You did not know him as a child, but he was such a scrawny thing. We all thought him fit for little more than a governorship and a quiet life of extravagance. But now? Now he towers over even father thanks to the Blood, and he forges a state at once Tzaltec and Saroc. We should all be so lucky to find so inspiring a foreign muse."


Meztli grinned slyly at Aahotepre as he leaned in and listened as he spoke of Ahmes. She held out her arm daintily that he could hook his own through it.

"Shall we walk and discuss inspiring foreign muses?" she said, her voice level but a twinkle in her eye.

[Kasanip]

"We will help. Pick place. I will take you." K'vfin smiled, a genuine smile, not the practiced smile of a diplomat. Just someone happy to show friends around.

"Yes! Yes! You must go. K'vfin will take you where ever you wish. Alas, I have some matters of state to take care of, but with some Lifeskin, K'vfin can show you around! Wonderful stuff, Lifeskin. We'll see what we can do about getting some of our own. This Conference has proved... difficult, for you whom can't breath within Mother Sea." T'lly waved, and stepped away. Praestes K'vfin went from looking happy to looking concerned, but he looked around at all of the other PADL guards, and shook his head. T'lly could take care of herself for a while, he supposed.

"What do you want to see?"

http://i1015.photobucket.com/albums/af275/umbrellako2/9A0E58EB902390A676FE65D75C0F_zpsfcf81b82.png (http://youtu.be/6AM0GEd9lSs)

Passiflora waved when T'lly stepped away. She made a happy grin to K'vfin.
"Well, I think we should find this Lifeskin! We brought bathing suits, but I have never worn a Lifeskin before. I wonder how to use it?" Solana did not look excited to go swimming, but seemed to prepare herself.
"If you can take us to the Lifeskin, I think we should visit-"
"Everything! You must show us everything." Passiflora interrupted.
"Of course the usual places." Solana said.
"Something beautiful!"
"I am sure it is all beautiful."
"Of course, we have to attend the ceremony, I think."
"You will get tired before to finish seeing everything."
"I think Praestes K'vfin is an excellent guide. Please chivalrously lead!"