Empire! The First Southern Continental Conference - Invite Only

[PepperP.]

Gehenna (Region 35)
Marad
Summer, 1023

Nestled in the green foothills of the Lamagiri mountains, the Holy City of Marad spreads west from the banks of the mighty Ufratu. The youngest of the three seats of power in the region, the ziggurat of Marad gleams silver and black amidst the stark rocky peaks that reach brazenly for the heavens. The buildings along the avenue that lead the visitors to the ziggurat are draped in silver and black and favored merchants have been allowed to set up market stalls in the courtyard with exotic fruit, fabrics and jewelry.

The foreign delegates were welcomed into the ziggurat and led into the throne room. The glittering silver chamber might have seemed cold if not for the tanned skinned inhabitants and for the open windows that let in the bright natural light and the strong scent of jasmine and gardenias from the garden on the level above. Several armed guards stood at attention, posted at the door of the throne room, at intervals around the chamber and flanking the throne itself.

The Divine Throne sat bathed in golden sunlight atop a raised dias. Queen Amara (http://www.beastsofwar.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/Damsel.jpg) Salsu Isten Varda sat atop the black cushioned seat of the throne. Draped in golden jewelry, emblems of the moon, and little else she peered at the delegates with eyes that were dark and canny, from beneath a colorful hood which she pushed back to reveal the small horns that sprouted from her dark hair. An indulgent smile graced her lips as she stood to greet each newcomer personally, her aide and translator accompanied her.

[QuintonBeck]

As the guest in his wife's realm King Gideon (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4f/a5/7b/4fa57ba83655f0488e5846ff02084277.jpg) sat secondary to the Queen, an honorary position to the right of her Divine Throne but lacking the ornateness and focus of the light. He was dressed in a loose blue and white linen shirt that left his chest exposed and a kneelength robe with nothing else other than jewelry to accompany. He remained seated for a moment as she rose and walked forward that he might remain behind her. His eyes studied her fine feminine form as she walked forward and his mind recalled the one aspect of their marriage that had never been strained or sour. He still resented her for producing only girls, one of whom marked with the blessing of the divine gave her lineage an heir while leaving him bereft, but he could not deny their attempts to rectify the situation even when unfruitful were a source of much enjoyment. He rose and refocused his thoughts upon the arriving delegates and the potential of this southern conference as he followed behind his wife.

Gideon had spoken extensively with his brother Jarah upon the latter's return from the Phoenix Estate's Fox Hunt. His brother seemed to think the Zhen could thrive with a few friends in the north and relative peace in the south. The Yssians had even agreed not to interfere with Zhentanna or Gehenna and it seemed almost like peace and prosperity lay ahead. Now it seemed less certain for a number of rumors had trickled in of powers in the south rising, many of whom had not made their appearance at the Fox Hunt. Amara had wished to summon a meeting with these fellow inhabitants of Alade and Gideon could not deny his own desire to meet these neighbors. Jarah had aims beyond Alade and even beyond Celessa but Gideon was King and as the King he wished to ensure the realm would be secure for the future Jarah looked towards.

From what intelligence had been gathered it seemed many in the south were Kunists or pagans with little influence from the Shishiyan Church. Furthermore the borders in the south were tightly packed and likely to be hotly contested by would be conquerors. Gideon hoped this conference might avoid such needless and profitless violence in the south perhaps directing such warlords north and building some amount of union among the southern states. A loose confederacy respecting matters of trade, religion, and war to satisfaction of all or a majority of the southern powers could grant much needed security for Zhetanna and Gehenna and assure truly foreign powers from Celessa would remain limited in their influence. Gideon only hoped the other leaders could see the benefits of working together instead of apart. From what he'd heard of the paganists from the Burning Lands and Khada’Aldul such compromise might prove difficult.

[Tentreto]

Kalus Mensus, the most noteworthy (and only) diplomat of Caligonia gazed around the pristine throne room, filled with many precious materials, and smelt the jasmine, a smell never smelt at home. With the growing militarisation of the Southern lands, his king, Anlos, had dispatched him and his delegation to do whatever was necessary to secure their interests. That was vaguely terrifying.

Unlike at the Fox Hunt, Kalus had travelled the last leg of the journey by foot with some horses for the journey, and he felt vaguely ill and tired from the endless plodding. Give him a ship any day... He did appreciate the floral smells in the air, it probably was a nightmare to manage though.

However, Kalus felt he could get used to the atmosphere of the conferences and meetings of powers. The showing of exuberance and the lively affairs of the festival atmosphere outside. This was however, a meeting of the southern nations, nations that could in fact threaten Caligonia itself.

Queen Amara certainly seemed to appreciate the...minimalistic style of dress, though what she did wear was certainly exuberant. The silver moons reminded him very much of images in Lunaltan temples, and the silver amulets some of his delegation wore. He himself wore a simple silver amulet in a Shishiyan design, which consisted of a straight line bisecting the amulet. His light blue robes mostly covered this amulet, but the chain was visible.

King Gideon reminded Kalus of the few Ligian sailors who dressed in similar robes, although his were far finer, and he was far fairer skinned. Gideon seemed to see strength through peace and trade, which was very similar to what Kalus saw.

Kalus took a few breaths; his delegation was actually slightly armed this time, though certainly not noticeably, his men were well groomed, and a few other nobles were here in an official capacity. Julia Invicta was a relatively young noblewoman who had pressured to be included in case diplomatic marriage was necessary, which most found confusing, and Dreno D'Ilo, a grizzled old Ligian nomad who had certainly spent more time fighting than sleeping was glaring around while he stood as a military consultant for Kalus, in case he needed to know a few finer details. It was time to get himself ready.

When it is Kalus' turn to greet the Queen, he bows smoothly, "It is a great honour to meet you your majesty, I hope that we both can achieve much in our time here. It is also a pleasure to be acquainted with you King Gideon. I met Prince Jarah at the Fox hunt, and you both seem wise people, and willing to work towards peace."
Kalus gestures around, "Marad is certainly a city filled with life and splendour, and I hope it remains so for the future."

Two men bring forward a chest. The chest is incredibly detailed in silver, with many depictions of moons and motifs.
" We bring you a gift of both knowledge and beauty" says Kalus warmly, " This chest is carved with many depictions of Ligian beliefs of Lunala Temalta, the goddess of the moon. We hope you may see many parallels with Varda, and see that even in those who walk out of the light, their are echoes of the true faith. Inside the chest you shall find other workings of our silversmiths, which we hope you shall cherish. Silver is a sign of honesty and trust, and we give it to you as a sign of future prosperity."

[Tychris1]

Rajmata Arudra Viyashanka a beauty in her homeland, smelt the air and smiled beneath the hard metal mask (http://orig12.deviantart.net/31cc/f/2016/132/9/0/knight_profile_by_jasontn-da2913a.jpg) that obscured her face. It was a splendid and ornate bronze piece, with a half-halo wrapped around her head like a band, and eight crimson ribbons flowing down to her waist all along the back of it. Save for the bronze breastplate wrapped around her chest she was rather skimpily dressed, her spiked maroon forearms completely exposed, and her lower body was given the illusion of privacy with a nearly translucent loincloth that draped down to her knees. Her servants were similarly dressed, a small coterie of sycophants and a handful of guards who, to the casual observer, would have been totally indistinguishable from her servants save for the weapons they had on their belts.

As the Queen greeted her Arudra summoned forth two of her servants dressed in flowing thin garments and proceeded to engage in a choreographed dance. The process was a strange hybrid of dance and gymnastics as they repeatedly kept tight to one another and flipped about. Ending with a twirling finish, Arudra pulled out the blade from her hip (https://c2.staticflickr.com/8/7163/6517941425_8fb103a8d5_b.jpg) and presented it to the queen. She spoke in her smooth hissing tongue which was promptly translated by one of the dancers who accompanied her "My Rajmata brings you a gift, one of her many blades used in the Killing Grounds of my home. When she was a slave this was all that stood between her and a gruesome death. It has brought her much fame, fortune, luck, and she wishes it will do the same for you."

[PepperP.]

Her head turned to gaze at her husband consort over her shoulder as though aware he had admired her behind her back. She raised her face slightly as though smelling the air and a slow smile curved her lips before she turned to greet the diplomat from Caligonia.


Kalus Mensus, the most noteworthy (and only) diplomat of Caligonia gazed around the pristine throne room, filled with many precious materials, and smelt the jasmine, a smell never smelt at home. With the growing militarisation of the Southern lands, his king, Anlos, had dispatched him and his delegation to do whatever was necessary to secure their interests. That was vaguely terrifying.

Unlike at the Fox Hunt, Kalus had travelled the last leg of the journey by foot with some horses for the journey, and he felt vaguely ill and tired from the endless plodding. Give him a ship any day... He did appreciate the floral smells in the air, it probably was a nightmare to manage though.

However, Kalus felt he could get used to the atmosphere of the conferences and meetings of powers. The showing of exuberance and the lively affairs of the festival atmosphere outside. This was however, a meeting of the southern nations, nations that could in fact threaten Caligonia itself.

Queen Amara certainly seemed to appreciate the...minimalistic style of dress, though what she did wear was certainly exuberant. The silver moons reminded him very much of images in Lunaltan temples, and the silver amulets some of his delegation wore. He himself wore a simple silver amulet in a Shishiyan design, which consisted of a straight line bisecting the amulet. His light blue robes mostly covered this amulet, but the chain was visible.

King Gideon reminded Kalus of the few Ligian sailors who dressed in similar robes, although his were far finer, and he was far fairer skinned. Gideon seemed to see strength through peace and trade, which was very similar to what Kalus saw.

Kalus took a few breaths; his delegation was actually slightly armed this time, though certainly not noticeably, his men were well groomed, and a few other nobles were here in an official capacity. Julia Invicta was a relatively young noblewoman who had pressured to be included in case diplomatic marriage was necessary, which most found confusing, and Dreno D'Ilo, a grizzled old Ligian nomad who had certainly spent more time fighting than sleeping was glaring around while he stood as a military consultant for Kalus, in case he needed to know a few finer details. It was time to get himself ready.

When it is Kalus' turn to greet the Queen, he bows smoothly, "It is a great honour to meet you your majesty, I hope that we both can achieve much in our time here. It is also a pleasure to be acquainted with you King Gideon. I met Prince Jarah at the Fox hunt, and you both seem wise people, and willing to work towards peace."
Kalus gestures around, "Marad is certainly a city filled with life and splendour, and I hope it remains so for the future."

Two men bring forward a chest. The chest is incredibly detailed in silver, with many depictions of moons and motifs.
" We bring you a gift of both knowledge and beauty" says Kalus warmly, " This chest is carved with many depictions of Ligian beliefs of Lunala Temalta, the goddess of the moon. We hope you may see many parallels with Varda, and see that even in those who walk out of the light, their are echoes of the true faith. Inside the chest you shall find other workings of our silversmiths, which we hope you shall cherish. Silver is a sign of honesty and trust, and we give it to you as a sign of future prosperity."

Her smile widened as she received his careful speech and beheld his shining gifts, inlaid with depictions of the moon which pleased her. She spoke her native tongue, though her interpreter stood besides her to translate her words.

"Knowledge and beauty we find worthwhile pursuits, Kalus Mensus. Silver is favored of Varda, as the moon is Her aspect. You are wise to see this. Your gifts bring you honor." Queen Amara stepped forward and placed her hands delicately upon the diplomat's shoulders. She stood upon her toes and made as though to kiss the man's cheek, but turned her head to run her lips briefly along his neck and inhaled deeply as though taking in his masculine scent. It was a quick moment, and she released him and stepped back.

"This is a traditional greeting for those who have pleased the Queen. She does you a great honor to breathe in your essence." The translator explained as the Queen turned to Gideon in an invitation to add his greeting to hers.


Rajmata Arudra Viyashanka a beauty in her homeland, smelt the air and smiled beneath the hard metal mask (http://orig12.deviantart.net/31cc/f/2016/132/9/0/knight_profile_by_jasontn-da2913a.jpg) that obscured her face. It was a splendid and ornate bronze piece, with a half-halo wrapped around her head like a band, and eight crimson ribbons flowing down to her waist all along the back of it. Save for the bronze breastplate wrapped around her chest she was rather skimpily dressed, her spiked maroon forearms completely exposed, and her lower body was given the illusion of privacy with a nearly translucent loincloth that draped down to her knees. Her servants were similarly dressed, a small coterie of sycophants and a handful of guards who, to the casual observer, would have been totally indistinguishable from her servants save for the weapons they had on their belts.

As the Queen greeted her Arudra summoned forth two of her servants dressed in flowing thin garments and proceeded to engage in a choreographed dance. The process was a strange hybrid of dance and gymnastics as they repeatedly kept tight to one another and flipped about. Ending with a twirling finish, Arudra pulled out the blade from her hip (https://c2.staticflickr.com/8/7163/6517941425_8fb103a8d5_b.jpg) and presented it to the queen. She spoke in her smooth hissing tongue which was promptly translated by one of the dancers who accompanied her "My Rajmata brings you a gift, one of her many blades used in the Killing Grounds of my home. When she was a slave this was all that stood between her and a gruesome death. It has brought her much fame, fortune, luck, and she wishes it will do the same for you."

Queen Amara intently watched the dance, at once athletic and graceful, with an interested smile upon her face. She faced the hissing Rajmata unflinchingly as she pulled her sword, though she could see her guards tense out of the corner of her eye. She accepted the blade into he own hands and examined it as she listened to the foreign interpreter's explanation. She regarded Arudra with careful consideration before she replied.

"It is clear to me that you are a woman who makes her own luck. You are fierce and yet you have great beauty within your lands as well." She gestured to the dancers.

"Though our ways are foreign to each other, these things we have in common." She stuck the dagger into a fold of her thin cloak and stepped forward to embrace her fellow Queen. Though there was little use to sampling another woman's essence, she knew to treat all of the foreign dignitaries equally lest they perceive some imagined slight.

[m9p909]

King Gelgas leads his people through the hills of Marad, a crown is visible atop his long flowing hair. He is wearing a light beige dress robe with an embroidered flowers and vines pattern. With him is a large posse of about 200 fale and human men and women. Some are bodyguards but most are from other trades there are some other trades people, such as cooks and secretaries to keep track of what happens at the event. His walk is confident and face shows a blistering confidence and charisma. He walks through the city as the point of a triangle with his people following behind completely unfazed by the city.

Upon entering the throne room King Gelgas kneels and opens his arms wide on his legs loosely fitting matching pants are visible. The rest of his group kneels as well.

"Queen Amara Salsu Isten Varda it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard much of your great region, and through this visit I hope to learn plenty more. As a show of good faith I've brought with me some workers to help with the preparations, as well as a very notable artist named Jorge Mastlow, "

King Gelgas gestures toward a short thin man next to him with messy long hair and a crazed look.


" I apologise for his hair but I'm afraid he refuses to allow anyone to touch it excepting himself, something about bugs that no-one can see, but he is the best there is and hopes to capture the scene for you as I'm sure that soon,

we shall make history"

[Mechalich]

Princess Fena Mazam had arrived in the Holy City of Marad by land, having made the long journey in order to accommodate her gifts. A pair of Saru-Kisi, mounted on the eye-catching giant ibex, led the way, but the rest of the small party was mounted on the famous Yssian Donkeys, including the princess. Such mounts were far better suited to the dry, rugged terrain they had crossed than horses. Fena had brought one specimen for each of the representatives as a gift – all gelded males of course – though she left them with the rest of her small party at the stables and approached the ziggurat as she had the Fox Hunt, with but a single guard and handmaiden as her accompaniment.

The princess made that walk with some trepidation. Though the familiar warmth of the south surrounded her, and people of Gehenna were more familiar in frame and shade than the northerners she had observed at the Fox Hunt, in some ways this place was far more foreign. Hers was the only properly Shishiyan state in attendance, unless one counted the dubious expressions of faith that came from Caligonia. The hosts and several of the others were Kunists, perfectly acceptable but still distant. Worst of all were the pagan states. The diplomat in her understand why they had been welcomed, but the rest of her strenuously objected.

Queen Amara met them in the throne room, attired about as Fena had expected. She buried a sigh before it could form. The princess remained uncertain as to what the flamboyant ways of these people truly signified.

Fena Mazam bowed low, dropping to one knee. “Light of the Exalted shine upon you, your majesty.” She turned her head briefly to acknowledge the king. “And your majesty. Honor to your lineage, may it ever endure. We of the Yssa Mountains greet you in friendship and hope that this conference will prove to the benefit of all.”

Rising, Fena added. “I have brought gifts for your majesty, and the other delegates, but I am afraid they are best demonstrated in an outdoor setting. Doubtless an opportunity shall arise. I may also add that, following the agreement made with Prince Jarah, the King has requested and received dispensation from the Saru-Kisi. Should you wish it, you are permitted to ride the Yssian Ibex. This has not been granted to any not of Amadin blood save the Mahangar for seventy years.”

[QuintonBeck]

Gideon smiled and nodded as Kalus mentioned his brother Jarah having left a good impression. Jarah for all his obsession with the bloodline was reliable and Gideon trusted him to look out for the realm. Far better than Noham, his lazy youngest brother sitting fat and happy with his twin son and daughter both divinely marked and destined for the thrones. Noham did nothing to deserve such fortune yet it seemed the Exalted had seen fit to grant it to him while leaving Gideon deprived. He wondered sometimes if his wife as the head of the Kunist sect consorted with the spirits to deprive him of an heir. As Kalus discussed his native people's moon goddess Gideon's thoughts about his wife's spiritual conspiracies prevented him from noticing Amara's approach of the diplomat until she had reached him.

He made no reaction as she breathed the man's essence. The libertine attitude of the Ufratu valley left little room for shame, jealousy, or embarrassment when it came to matters of closeness and pleasure. There were those who were so attached they eschewed outside activity, some claimed Noham was so engaged with Celeste though Gideon did not believe his brother capable of such restraint. Regardless, Gideon and Amara were hardly exclusive and neither made this matter a secret from the other. Theirs was a political marriage and their realms had learned long ago such marriages benefited from freedom from monogamy.

Gideon stepped forward as his wife looked up towards him and nodded his head towards the ambassador, "Thank you for your gifts. We hope that you will find your stay in the river valley comfortable and peaceful. I look forward to discussing with you matters of trade and cooperation between our peoples."

Gideon spoke without the need for a translator having been educated in the common trade languages as part of his upbringing. Where the royal girls learned of the Exalted and Enemy, Abahar and Varda, and the histories of the bloodline the boys learned of language and mathematics for trade and negotiation. Jarah had excelled at the latter and taken an interest in the former but Gideon had only ever studied what he had been meant to study in preparation to rule.



Gideon watched with interest as the strange foreigners whose arms and hands were like the claws of a desert lizard danced before him. Their forearms identified them as Siskrati from what his forces had gathered of the southern powers. They were warlike paganists by all accounts but here in their presence they appeared to potentially be reasonable. Though Gideon showed some surprise when it was revealed that the Rajmata had once been a slave he was otherwise impressed with the showing. Though he was no warrior himself he understood the gifting of one's weapon to be a sincere and serious sign of trust among most who were. He hoped such a sign boded well for the conference.

[PepperP.]

King Gelgas leads his people through the hills of Marad, a crown is visible atop his long flowing hair. He is wearing a light beige dress robe with an embroidered flowers and vines pattern. With him is a large posse of about 200 fale and human men and women. Some are bodyguards but most are from other trades there are some other trades people, such as cooks and secretaries to keep track of what happens at the event. His walk is confident and face shows a blistering confidence and charisma. He walks through the city as the point of a triangle with his people following behind completely unfazed by the city.

Upon entering the throne room King Gelgas kneels and opens his arms wide on his legs loosely fitting matching pants are visible. The rest of his group kneels as well.

"Queen Amara Salsu Isten Varda it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard much of your great region, and through this visit I hope to learn plenty more. As a show of good faith I've brought with me some workers to help with the preparations, as well as a very notable artist named Jorge Mastlow, "

King Gelgas gestures toward a short thin man next to him with messy long hair and a crazed look.


" I apologise for his hair but I'm afraid he refuses to allow anyone to touch it excepting himself, something about bugs that no-one can see, but he is the best there is and hopes to capture the scene for you as I'm sure that soon,

we shall make history"

A gracious smile found its way to Amara's lips as the delegation from Euqueen arrived with their show of supplication to the Divine Queen.

"Please rise King Gelgas, you have honored me well and my people." She ignored the presentation of the artist momentarily as she greeted the King with an embrace. Her favor thus granted, she at last turned to the odd man and studied him doubtfully. She did not wish to get near him if he had bugs in his hair. She was unsure if she had heard that correctly. Her eyes fell again upon the charismatic foreign King.

"As you can see my people value art highly, if he is as talented as you say, he will be most welcomed here. What scene did you have in mind for him to paint for me?" She queried mildly, her eyes roaming to the eccentric artist curiously.



Princess Fena Mazam had arrived in the Holy City of Marad by land, having made the long journey in order to accommodate her gifts. A pair of Saru-Kisi, mounted on the eye-catching giant ibex, led the way, but the rest of the small party was mounted on the famous Yssian Donkeys, including the princess. Such mounts were far better suited to the dry, rugged terrain they had crossed than horses. Fena had brought one specimen for each of the representatives as a gift – all gelded males of course – though she left them with the rest of her small party at the stables and approached the ziggurat as she had the Fox Hunt, with but a single guard and handmaiden as her accompaniment.

The princess made that walk with some trepidation. Though the familiar warmth of the south surrounded her, and people of Gehenna were more familiar in frame and shade than the northerners she had observed at the Fox Hunt, in some ways this place was far more foreign. Hers was the only properly Shishiyan state in attendance, unless one counted the dubious expressions of faith that came from Caligonia. The hosts and several of the others were Kunists, perfectly acceptable but still distant. Worst of all were the pagan states. The diplomat in her understand why they had been welcomed, but the rest of her strenuously objected.

Queen Amara met them in the throne room, attired about as Fena had expected. She buried a sigh before it could form. The princess remained uncertain as to what the flamboyant ways of these people truly signified.

Fena Mazam bowed low, dropping to one knee. “Light of the Exalted shine upon you, your majesty.” She turned her head briefly to acknowledge the king. “And your majesty. Honor to your lineage, may it ever endure. We of the Yssa Mountains greet you in friendship and hope that this conference will prove to the benefit of all.”

Rising, Fena added. “I have brought gifts for your majesty, and the other delegates, but I am afraid they are best demonstrated in an outdoor setting. Doubtless an opportunity shall arise. I may also add that, following the agreement made with Prince Jarah, the King has requested and received dispensation from the Saru-Kisi. Should you wish it, you are permitted to ride the Yssian Ibex. This has not been granted to any not of Amadin blood save the Mahangar for seventy years.”

Queen Amara's head tilted slightly as she studied Princess Fena's formal demeanor carefully. She did not wish to offend foreign sensibilities, and yet neither was she willing to present her court as anything but as they were.

"I thank you for your blessings, may your path be righteous and secured in the light of the Exalted." Her eyes met her husband's briefly. She was not certain of this "Ibex" though if it was seen as a great honor to her people, she did not see how she could refuse.

"I thank you for your trust to ride your Ibex." She paused, uncertain.

"We will adjourn to the courtyard for refreshments once everybody has had a chance to be greeted. We can see about it then, if it pleases you." She looked to Gideon with a raised eyebrow, feeling no small amount unsure of this first interaction with Yssa, only knowing she sought peace with these close neighbors.

[Tychris1]

Queen Amara intently watched the dance, at once athletic and graceful, with an interested smile upon her face. She faced the hissing Rajmata unflinchingly as she pulled her sword, though she could see her guards tense out of the corner of her eye. She accepted the blade into he own hands and examined it as she listened to the foreign interpreter's explanation. She regarded Arudra with careful consideration before she replied.

"It is clear to me that you are a woman who makes her own luck. You are fierce and yet you have great beauty within your lands as well." She gestured to the dancers.

"Though our ways are foreign to each other, these things we have in common." She stuck the dagger into a fold of her thin cloak and stepped forward to embrace her fellow Queen. Though there was little use to sampling another woman's essence, she knew to treat all of the foreign dignitaries equally lest they perceive some imagined slight.

Arudra glanced down at the Queen as she took in her essence, her expression unknowable beneath the mask. After a few seconds the Rajmata turned around to her sycophants and said in her foreign tongue "I like this custom. Do it." And in a moment they began to caress one another and bury their masks into each others necks. Laughing, Rajmata Arudra turned back to her translator and continued "My swiftest is a staunch believer in the idea of carving ones destiny out with your own hands, but she still enjoys the sentimentality and, at times, almost divine providence that fate can have in store for us and reveals in little trinkets and baubles. Your lands have been pleasant to travel through, they remind her of the oasis back in her home of Kaladja. My Maharani has been the target of much slander and ridicule for her new position, only made worse by her decision to come here, and she is hoping that this conference will be a great victory for her to return home with and silence her opponents." As her translator went on Arudra's focus began to slowly drift from the Queen to the King, her bronze laden head tilting slightly in appraisal of the only visible member of Amara's harem.

[Rain Dragon]

The Empress of Xin Kun was relieved to hear her cousin Suika was available for the conference; it seemed to hold much potential for the future of the Isles whether they attended or not. The pair of Ten Len were accompanied by a trio of Xin Len attendants each. All were glad for the fragrant gardens and bright natural light, for otherwise the throne room was quite different to their homeland. The Empress bowed slightly to the Queen and King with her hands by her side. Around her, the attendants and Suika bowed low in the same fashion before placing an assortment of little bamboo containers on the floor between their hosts and themselves. The Empress spoke only loudly enough that the Queen and King could hear, "Greetings, your Majesties. I hope the weather has been treating you well."

Sorry it's short (and probably not very good), but I wanted to get a post up. :smallredface:
It is harder to get back into RP than I thought it would be; especially in this heat!

[PepperP.]

Arudra glanced down at the Queen as she took in her essence, her expression unknowable beneath the mask. After a few seconds the Rajmata turned around to her sycophants and said in her foreign tongue "I like this custom. Do it." And in a moment they began to caress one another and bury their masks into each others necks. Laughing, Rajmata Arudra turned back to her translator and continued "My swiftest is a staunch believer in the idea of carving ones destiny out with your own hands, but she still enjoys the sentimentality and, at times, almost divine providence that fate can have in store for us and reveals in little trinkets and baubles. Your lands have been pleasant to travel through, they remind her of the oasis back in her home of Kaladja. My Maharani has been the target of much slander and ridicule for her new position, only made worse by her decision to come here, and she is hoping that this conference will be a great victory for her to return home with and silence her opponents." As her translator went on Arudra's focus began to slowly drift from the Queen to the King, her bronze laden head tilting slightly in appraisal of the only visible member of Amara's harem.

Amara's gracious smile turned to a look of surprise as the Siskrati began to nuzzle each other's necks. Her laughter soon joined Rajmata Arudra's and she gazed upon the masked woman with amusement, though the foreigner's words had again turned to serious matters.

"Of course, symbolism is the cornerstone of any faith. Be it in the gods or within ourselves." She looked thoughtful for a moment before she removed a delicate silver chain from her neck that had several moon charms dangling from it.

"This I wore at my coronation as the Divine Queen upon the steps of the temple of Marad." Her hand gestured to the Northwest. The large Temple in the hills above the ziggurat would have been impossible to miss on their way up to Marad.

"I have not taken it off since. May each of our past successes bring providence for the other." Her eyes fell upon Gideon in silent askance if he had anything of import to add to their meeting.


The Empress of Xin Kun was relieved to hear her cousin Suika was available for the conference; it seemed to hold much potential for the future of the Isles whether they attended or not. The pair of Ten Len were accompanied by a trio of Xin Len attendants each. All were glad for the fragrant gardens and bright natural light, for otherwise the throne room was quite different to their homeland. The Empress bowed slightly to the Queen and King with her hands by her side. Around her, the attendants and Suika bowed low in the same fashion before placing an assortment of little bamboo containers on the floor between their hosts and themselves. The Empress spoke only loudly enough that the Queen and King could hear, "Greetings, your Majesties. I hope the weather has been treating you well."

Sorry it's short (and probably not very good), but I wanted to get a post up. :smallredface:
It is harder to get back into RP than I thought it would be; especially in this heat!

Queen Amara approached the bushy tailed pair with curiosity. She restrained herself from studying them rudely, though she had never before seen their ilk and she found their similarities and differences intriguing. Suddenly, she remembered that she herself was one step removed from humans and grinned widely.

"Greetings to you of Xin Kun. Your presence is pleasing to me." Whether aesthetically or politically she did not say. So timid they were, she had to lean forward ever so slightly to hear their words. Not wishing to frighten the pair, she kept her voice gentle.

"The weather suits me well, though in the mountains, Marad is cooler than elsewhere in Gehenna." She tilted her head, as though slightly puzzled at how to continue the mild small talk.

"I trust your journey pleasant?" Her voice still soothing, her eyes went to the bamboo baskets that had been set at her feet.

[QuintonBeck]

Yssa Delegation

Jarah and Gideon had spoken much with regards to the kingdom of the Yssa Mountains after the prince's return with a mutual agreement of non-interference. Of the represented kingdoms that attended the Fox Hunt theirs had been the most worrisome contender yet now as the King expected to greet those of Sheol, Khada’Aldul, and the Viyashanka the Yssians seemed far less threatening by comparison. These were the only ardent followers of the church Gideon was aware were attending which played some havoc with plans to strike an accord to repel church incursions into Alade although did not dissuade him from his intent to bring such a motion forward. As Amara looked towards him Gideon stepped forward.

"Light of the Exalted upon you," he began with a respectful nod, "I have read the histories of your people and it is an honor to receive dispensation to ride such a legendary creature as the Yssian Giant Ibex. Perhaps it shall bear this meeting the fortune it bore to the first Assurb king."

"My brother spoke highly of your personal composure and willingness to work towards peace Princess Fena. Know that whatever resolutions are reached here today the Zhen will honor our agreements made with your realm."




Siskrati Delegation

As Amara presented the charmed necklace to the Rajmata Gideon looked on impassively. The sudden intimacy of the Siskrati replicating Gehenna tradition had given him pause and he turned over the implications that were to be found. He noticed as the Rajamata turned her seemingly blind gaze towards him and his wife looked towards him to speak.

"We have heard of the might of the Siskrati. It is a pleasure to see that might does not define your people alone. I have heard many worried tales from Sheol and Caligonian traders regarding your mighty host. It is my hope that this conference might banish fear of one's neighbor from those noble and enduring kingdoms who grasp to the edge of Alade's mighty sea of sand. Your presence gives me much hope that such grand a task might be accomplished."




Xin Kun Delegation

Gideon was perhaps a bit surprised to see who could only be the Xin Kun present at this conference. Though he knew Amara had invited the residents of the island chain they were almost infamously reclusive. The few Zhen merchants who had made layovers in the island spoke of an industrious people and beautiful landscape but its residents seemed content to remain secluded from the larger world. Their quiet voices only further cemented their timidity and seclusion in the king's mind. He hoped they would prove amicable to trade or other agreements that offered little interference in their affairs.

[Rain Dragon]

Queen Amara approached the bushy tailed pair with curiosity. She restrained herself from studying them rudely, though she had never before seen their ilk and she found their similarities and differences intriguing. Suddenly, she remembered that she herself was one step removed from humans and grinned widely.

"Greetings to you of Xin Kun. Your presence is pleasing to me." Whether aesthetically or politically she did not say. So timid they were, she had to lean forward ever so slightly to hear their words. Not wishing to frighten the pair, she kept her voice gentle.

"The weather suits me well, though in the mountains, Marad is cooler than elsewhere in Gehenna." She tilted her head, as though slightly puzzled at how to continue the mild small talk.

"I trust your journey pleasant?" Her voice still soothing, her eyes went to the bamboo baskets that had been set at her feet.

The Empress was relieved at the Queen's politeness, though of course she should not have expected less. Returning the Queen's grin with a reserved smile of her own, she replied, "It is a pleasure to meet you." and bowed slightly again. The Empress had noted the Queen leaning forward ever so slightly as she enquired about the weather, so she spoke a little louder, "I am happy to hear this. Thankfully, there was a break in the summer storms else it would have been nigh impossible to attend. Our journey was thankfully safe." The other female Ten Len with golden, white and green hair bowed deeply as the Queen's eyes fell to the containers and baskets at her feet. She retrieved a round, lidded container and offered it to the Queen. Inside was a powder the same light green as the Empress' long sleeved robe. The Empress gestured at the containers elegantly, "We have brought with us some gifts for our gracious hosts. This is some of our best quality green tea. We have also brought folding fans, lucky charms and bamboo pan flutes. They are a small gift, however I hope you can enjoy them."

[m9p909]

A gracious smile found its way to Amara's lips as the delegation from Euqueen arrived with their show of supplication to the Divine Queen.

"Please rise King Gelgas, you have honored me well and my people." She ignored the presentation of the artist momentarily as she greeted the King with an embrace. Her favor thus granted, she at last turned to the odd man and studied him doubtfully. She did not wish to get near him if he had bugs in his hair. She was unsure if she had heard that correctly. Her eyes fell again upon the charismatic foreign King.

"As you can see my people value art highly, if he is as talented as you say, he will be most welcomed here. What scene did you have in mind for him to paint for me?" She queried mildly, her eyes roaming to the eccentric artist curiously.


King Gelgas content with his performance spoke more freely with his hands behind his back and his back straight

“It is your gift, and your decision, my hope was for a portrait with all the attendees of the event present, of course the town and castle with the sharp colours you I assume chose to decorate the town with but those are just suggestions”

King Gelgas took a moment to breath and take in the bright silver chamber, and the people within, his eyes dart from place to place searching the room for

“Your decorations and clothes seem incredibly metallic, I feel as if I’ve seen more silver in the last couple minutes then in my entire life, I appreciate how it reflects light and brightens up the whole room. Do these metals symbolise something in your culture?”



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[Geckus]

At the lead of the small delegation from Khada’Aldul is a woman in her middle years, bronze skinned and dressed in a white robe that glitters at the cuffs and seems, where the Pillars have been embroidered with golden thread. Her long, dark hair has been looped and braided, held in place by gold pins set with chips of onyx, while eleven thin rings of gold circle her throat. A step behind and to her right is a tall man with a shaved head, naked above the waist and oiled to highlight an impressive physique, with paired shamshir at his belt. Six silver rings hang about his neck. Two steps further back and on the left walks a younger woman, pale skinned and fair haired, wearing a light blue robe and long headscarf which is currently unwound and draped across her slight shoulders. Four bronze rings are around her neck. At the tail of the group is another bronze skinned man, dark hair cut short, dressed in plain brown pants and tunic, and carrying a small chest. Seven copper rings lay about his throat, and several smaller copper rings pierce his ears.

Stopping at what she deems to be a respectful distance from the raised dias, the older woman raises a hand, palm outward, and offers a shallow bow, her eyes never leaving the queen’s; as she does, the other three drop to one knee in perfect unison.

“We carry greetings from the Tiridata Tarak Kainen, the Thousand Hammers, Lawgiver of Khada’Aldul, Master of Khada’Angir, First in the Line of Kainen, to the Queen of Gehenna, Mistress of Marad. May your people be blessed with unity and order.”

"In thanks for your hospitality in calling for this…”, there is the briefest of pauses as she searches for the right word, “…conclave, my masters bid me offer this gift.” The fourth member of her party unlatches the chest that he carries, revealing a plethora of vials. “A selection of the finest infusions crafted by the masters of the Dalhaz, to strengthen the body and expand the mind. Elixirs to deaden pains and enhance the pleasures of the flesh. Long life to you.”

[Lleban]

Contrary to the gaudiness of some on the council, Hannibal II came with only a small entourage of 10 royal guardsmen. Journeying to the Holy City of Marad was a long ships travel through storm infested waters leaving the delegation tired and haggard. Many in Baalbek were weary of war and he sought to ensure Baalbek would be secure on the southern coast, while Ullana would attempt to negotiate with northern factions. Once within the ziggurat he spoke to the queen and greeted her. "Queen Amarra it is an honor and a privilege to meet you. The light of the exalted shines upon you as always. Tell me about this marvelous structure, much like the pyramid of Gao it pierces the sky but what lies within seems far more, captivating. " In his excitement he takes out a statue of Varda and offers it as tribute.

Hannibal was surprised to see his representative from Khada’Aldul, he long thought these people were insular and rejected the outside world. In response he takes a golden model horse with eyes of pure alchemical water from his pocket and delivers it to the representative. “A gift of good fortune to your liege, I offer this so we may establish formal diplomatic ties.”

Upon listening to the reason for Gideon’s attendance Hannibal inquired a greater degree of mutual cooperation.

[Mechalich]

Queen Amara's head tilted slightly as she studied Princess Fena's formal demeanor carefully. She did not wish to offend foreign sensibilities, and yet neither was she willing to present her court as anything but as they were.

"I thank you for your blessings, may your path be righteous and secured in the light of the Exalted." Her eyes met her husband's briefly. She was not certain of this "Ibex" though if it was seen as a great honor to her people, she did not see how she could refuse.

"I thank you for your trust to ride your Ibex." She paused, uncertain.

"We will adjourn to the courtyard for refreshments once everybody has had a chance to be greeted. We can see about it then, if it pleases you." She looked to Gideon with a raised eyebrow, feeling no small amount unsure of this first interaction with Yssa, only knowing she sought peace with these close neighbors.



Jarah and Gideon had spoken much with regards to the kingdom of the Yssa Mountains after the prince's return with a mutual agreement of non-interference. Of the represented kingdoms that attended the Fox Hunt theirs had been the most worrisome contender yet now as the King expected to greet those of Sheol, Khada’Aldul, and the Viyashanka the Yssians seemed far less threatening by comparison. These were the only ardent followers of the church Gideon was aware were attending which played some havoc with plans to strike an accord to repel church incursions into Alade although did not dissuade him from his intent to bring such a motion forward. As Amara looked towards him Gideon stepped forward.

"Light of the Exalted upon you," he began with a respectful nod, "I have read the histories of your people and it is an honor to receive dispensation to ride such a legendary creature as the Yssian Giant Ibex. Perhaps it shall bear this meeting the fortune it bore to the first Assurb king."

"My brother spoke highly of your personal composure and willingness to work towards peace Princess Fena. Know that whatever resolutions are reached here today the Zhen will honor our agreements made with your realm."


At the Queen’s words Fena blanched. Her mind whirled. She hadn’t expected the monarch to actually want to ride. It was supposed to be a formality. “Of course, your majesty,” the words tumbled out blankly, even as her thoughts spun and stomach churned.

What to do? she scrambled through possibilities. She couldn’t refuse, but the consequences were… The risks! The Queen could be killed! It was impossible, but she had to make it happen. We can double mount, the beasts can take it, but the Saru-Kisi, no, that would never work. With this queen? Disaster. Slowly the realization dawned on her that she would have to undertake the role herself. She had ridden before, as a royal she had dispensation, but it had been some time.

She would have to prepare quickly. “Then I shall make preparations,” she spoke after hearing the king express a similar desire. A final thought struck her before requesting leave. “I trust your majesties have suitable attire for riding? Otherwise the experience is likely to be rather...uncomfortable. They have thick fur.”

[PepperP.]

The Empress was relieved at the Queen's politeness, though of course she should not have expected less. Returning the Queen's grin with a reserved smile of her own, she replied, "It is a pleasure to meet you." and bowed slightly again. The Empress had noted the Queen leaning forward ever so slightly as she enquired about the weather, so she spoke a little louder, "I am happy to hear this. Thankfully, there was a break in the summer storms else it would have been nigh impossible to attend. Our journey was thankfully safe." The other female Ten Len with golden, white and green hair bowed deeply as the Queen's eyes fell to the containers and baskets at her feet. She retrieved a round, lidded container and offered it to the Queen. Inside was a powder the same light green as the Empress' long sleeved robe. The Empress gestured at the containers elegantly, "We have brought with us some gifts for our gracious hosts. This is some of our best quality green tea. We have also brought folding fans, lucky charms and bamboo pan flutes. They are a small gift, however I hope you can enjoy them."

Queen Amara's smile was genuine as she beheld the tea and trinkets.

"Thank you for the gifts of your homeland, I have a fondness for tea and so this is quite welcomed." Servants came to carry the baskets away, some were waylaid by the other girls of the court who exclaimed happily over the fans and charms in particular. She considered for a moment before she continued,

"If it would please you, you would be welcome to wander my garden at your leisure. I expect my husband might like to discuss trade matters if you would not mind." She motioned to the robed man who stood next to her by means of introduction.


King Gelgas content with his performance spoke more freely with his hands behind his back and his back straight

“It is your gift, and your decision, my hope was for a portrait with all the attendees of the event present, of course the town and castle with the sharp colours you I assume chose to decorate the town with but those are just suggestions”

King Gelgas took a moment to breath and take in the bright silver chamber, and the people within, his eyes dart from place to place searching the room for

“Your decorations and clothes seem incredibly metallic, I feel as if I’ve seen more silver in the last couple minutes then in my entire life, I appreciate how it reflects light and brightens up the whole room. Do these metals symbolise something in your culture?”



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Amara's face lit with no little pride as the foreign King extolled the beauty and wealth of her court.

"The precious metals gleam as though they have been instilled with the light of the moon and the stars." She held up a delicate wrist and twisted it, the light reflected off of her bracelets with a bright shine.

"These are symbols of our Divine forebears, King Gelgas. I wear their reminders so that I might never be without their guidance." Her splendor thus explained, she turned her attention to the artist.

"I would bid you paint a mural of this first meeting of the south, as your King suggests. Perhaps a mural on a garden wall? I will have an attendant show you the way so that you may decide if it is suitable." She motioned imperiously and a young woman appeared by her side.

"Ianna, take this man to the gardens, east wall." The woman bowed to her queen and motioned the artist to follow her.


At the lead of the small delegation from Khada’Aldul is a woman in her middle years, bronze skinned and dressed in a white robe that glitters at the cuffs and seems, where the Pillars have been embroidered with golden thread. Her long, dark hair has been looped and braided, held in place by gold pins set with chips of onyx, while eleven thin rings of gold circle her throat. A step behind and to her right is a tall man with a shaved head, naked above the waist and oiled to highlight an impressive physique, with paired shamshir at his belt. Six silver rings hang about his neck. Two steps further back and on the left walks a younger woman, pale skinned and fair haired, wearing a light blue robe and long headscarf which is currently unwound and draped across her slight shoulders. Four bronze rings are around her neck. At the tail of the group is another bronze skinned man, dark hair cut short, dressed in plain brown pants and tunic, and carrying a small chest. Seven copper rings lay about his throat, and several smaller copper rings pierce his ears.

Stopping at what she deems to be a respectful distance from the raised dias, the older woman raises a hand, palm outward, and offers a shallow bow, her eyes never leaving the queen’s; as she does, the other three drop to one knee in perfect unison.

“We carry greetings from the Tiridata Tarak Kainen, the Thousand Hammers, Lawgiver of Khada’Aldul, Master of Khada’Angir, First in the Line of Kainen, to the Queen of Gehenna, Mistress of Marad. May your people be blessed with unity and order.”

"In thanks for your hospitality in calling for this…”, there is the briefest of pauses as she searches for the right word, “…conclave, my masters bid me offer this gift.” The fourth member of her party unlatches the chest that he carries, revealing a plethora of vials. “A selection of the finest infusions crafted by the masters of the Dalhaz, to strengthen the body and expand the mind. Elixirs to deaden pains and enhance the pleasures of the flesh. Long life to you.”

The Divine Queen stepped down from her dias to greet the newcomers. Her eyes roamed the entirety of the group though they were drawn back to the older woman in white. Impressed with her commanding presence, Amara inclined her head to the woman, her ego well soothed by the deference of the woman's countrymen.

"Your gift intrigues me and does you honor. You may convey our appreciation to your Tiridata." She voiced the unfamiliar title slowly as though getting the feel for it upon her tongue.

"And who may I ask, do I have the pleasure of welcoming into my home?" The intriguing woman had not given her own name, as far as Amara could tell and seemed to be a person of great import.


Contrary to the gaudiness of some on the council, Hannibal II came with only a small entourage of 10 royal guardsmen. Journeying to the Holy City of Marad was a long ships travel through storm infested waters leaving the delegation tired and haggard. Many in Baalbek were weary of war and he sought to ensure Baalbek would be secure on the southern coast, while Ullana would attempt to negotiate with northern factions. Once within the ziggurat he spoke to the queen and greeted her. "Queen Amarra it is an honor and a privilege to meet you. The light of the exalted shines upon you as always. Tell me about this marvelous structure, much like the pyramid of Gao it pierces the sky but what lies within seems far more, captivating. " In his excitement he takes out a statue of Varda and offers it as tribute.

"May the light of the Exalted illuminate your path." Amara returned the blessing graciously. Her eyes lit up as he produced the statue of the last Holy prophet.

"It is with great pleasure that I welcome you to my home. Those who honor Varda will always have a place here." Still holding the figure, she stepped forward and placed her hands upon his shoulders. She ran her lips briefly along his neck in greeting, inhaling his scent and moved away from him.

"We are well met." She said with some satisfaction, though her face held a curious look.

"We can arrange a tour of the ziggurat if you'd like. I would hear of these pyramids of Goa. It would seem our cultures have much in common." Her smile was friendly and genuine as she invited the man to speak of his homeland.


At the Queen’s words Fena blanched. Her mind whirled. She hadn’t expected the monarch to actually want to ride. It was supposed to be a formality. “Of course, your majesty,” the words tumbled out blankly, even as her thoughts spun and stomach churned.

What to do? she scrambled through possibilities. She couldn’t refuse, but the consequences were… The risks! The Queen could be killed! It was impossible, but she had to make it happen. We can double mount, the beasts can take it, but the Saru-Kisi, no, that would never work. With this queen? Disaster. Slowly the realization dawned on her that she would have to undertake the role herself. She had ridden before, as a royal she had dispensation, but it had been some time.

She would have to prepare quickly. “Then I shall make preparations,” she spoke after hearing the king express a similar desire. A final thought struck her before requesting leave. “I trust your majesties have suitable attire for riding? Otherwise the experience is likely to be rather...uncomfortable. They have thick fur.”

Amara's confidence faltered a bit as she watched the dignitary's face pale.

"Are you quite well?" Her eyes turned to Gideon's in confusion.She was afraid that perhaps something had been lost in translation.

"We can find suitable attire, yes." Her words were hesitant, lost between not wishing to offend the foreigner and unsure of the woman's own motives.

[QuintonBeck]

Xin Kun Delegation

Gideon stepped forward at his wife's bidding and held out his hands before offering a small bow.

"Your lands clearly contain great riches, Empress. It would honor myself and my wife to arrange trade with your empire. That is one among the many things I hope to discuss with you once the other guests have arrived. Please ask if there is anything I can do for you but feel free to meet the others here. The Yssians will soon draw close to sharing your shores as Gehenna and my own do."


Khada’Aldul Delegation

Gideon watched with vested interest as the newest foreigners approached the dais. The leading woman walked with authority and the man behind her cut the physical specimen of a warrior but it was the younger woman with pale skin and fair hair that caught his attention. She was a unique sight among the dark haired people of Alade and to dress and move as a southerner. He was intrigued to say the least. As the leading woman spoke the name of her patron and her origin Gideon's attention focused more.

He had read as much as he could in the scant few years he had to gather information on the distant kingdom. Most of his information came from Shishiyan observations of the Khadast’una cult. They ruled as God-Kings intent to purify and enhance their blood which gave little pause to Gideon for such as his ancestors and those of his wife so ruled for ages. Though where the lines of Varda and Abahar claimed merely a connection to the divine the Khada claimed the only divinity rejecting the Exalted and Enemy not even for other spirits but for themselves. The accomplishments and advancements they were purported to have made in medicine and long life had excited some among his court and would no doubt push his brother Jarah into action but Gideon was wary of entering an agreement with those so defiantly pagan.

He eyed the concoctions now being presented with restrained curiosity and waited for the woman to introduce herself and perhaps her full party.


Baalbek Delegation

As the Baalbek king inquired as to their mutual cooperation Gideon answered, "It is my hope to arrange a mutually beneficial and agreeable arrangement between as many parties in the south as possible. We are all so closely neighbored and separate from Celessa in the north. We ought to be able to come to an agreement that protects us from foreign influence and respects our rights as kings and queens of the south."


Yssa Delegation

Gideon offered his own shrug to his wife's inquiring look. He raised his hand and shook his head as the princess spoke of riding attire, "Please, if it would cause you great inconvenience I shall abstain."

[Rain Dragon]

Queen Amara's smile was genuine as she beheld the tea and trinkets.

"Thank you for the gifts of your homeland, I have a fondness for tea and so this is quite welcomed." Servants came to carry the baskets away, some were waylaid by the other girls of the court who exclaimed happily over the fans and charms in particular. She considered for a moment before she continued,

"If it would please you, you would be welcome to wander my garden at your leisure. I expect my husband might like to discuss trade matters if you would not mind." She motioned to the robed man who stood next to her by means of introduction.


Xin Kun Delegation

Gideon stepped forward at his wife's bidding and held out his hands before offering a small bow.

"Your lands clearly contain great riches, Empress. It would honor myself and my wife to arrange trade with your empire. That is one among the many things I hope to discuss with you once the other guests have arrived. Please ask if there is anything I can do for you but feel free to meet the others here. The Yssians will soon draw close to sharing your shores as Gehenna and my own do."

The Empress returned the Queen's smile as the other Ten Len Suika visibly relaxed as the gifts were accepted. Both Ten Len seemed happy and curious about the gardens mentioned and nodded lightly at the Queen's words. The Empress graciously accepted the King's compliments, "We have heard many things of your lands as well, though perhaps not all we've heard are true. We have heard even less of the Yssians, so we are keen to learn more. I look forward to this discussion, then. Trade would be to the benefit of us both I am sure, if possible." The Empress inclined her head slightly to the Queen and King, "We would be delighted to wander the gardens." The six Xin Len attendants rose from their formal bow on the floor and readied to escort the pair of Ten Len to the gardens.

[TheDarkDM]

Sheol

The High King did not travel alone.

When word of the Southern Conclave had reached the Assembly, few had been enthused at the thought of the young king leaving so soon after his coronation. His father and two uncles interred in the royal tombs scant years ago, many had privately feared the extinction of the bloodline should the People of the Moon prove treacherous, while a select few with more courage than wisdom spoke publicly of their belief that diplomacy was the purview of the Assembly and not some upjumped water-soul. It had taken great effort on Urut Ellil ra-Hadad's part to convince the quiet dissenters that such a move would serve as a public moment of coronation to accompany his private baptism of milk and blood, but it took the drownings of only two of the outspoken Assembly members to bring them to heel. So the King of Kings traveled west, and his court came with him.

The procession was a thing out of northern fairy tales, a parade of silks and samite flowing from the capital of Akkraul into the green lands of Marad. The High King rode at its head in grand chariot bedecked in gold, ebony, and the pelts of magnificent beasts. Behind him rode the royal guard, the Nehir Kiliclari, one hundred strong, their polished spears and gleaming bronze helms shining like stars. Word spread like wildfire as the royal procession crossed from Sheol into Gehenna, and by the time they had made their camp on the banks of the Ufratu there was not a soul in Marad ignorant of the High King's coming. Yet when he ascended the ziggurat, he did so alone.

He appeared in the throne room resplendent, the ancient and darkened gold of the Sheolim diadem resting easily atop his brow. Two lions fought upon the burnished metal, beneath a sunburst carved from a single, staggering ruby. Legend said it was the heart of the first Sheolim, preserved eternally by the Exalted. And while that tale held little weight so far from the capital, the bloody star still shone across the hall. It was a thing vulgar in its simplicity, and enough blood had been spilled for it to choke the deserts of the south. Beneath the diadem, the man was no less striking. He stood more than seven feet tall, his sable hair and beard braided into tight, thick ringlets with cleverly slight threads of silver and gold. His eyes were a blue so pale they were almost white, shining in his tanned skin like diamonds above a wide and generous mouth. About his shoulders was draped the pelt of an enormous canyon lion, its teeth preserved in silver, its eyes glittering emeralds. The beast roared from atop his right shoulder, while the inky darkness of the mane contrasted starkly with the blinding white of the High King's robe. It was a river of salt, pouring forth from him to pool on the tiles behind, stopped only by the crimson embroidery at hem and dagged sleeve. The High King's forearms were exposed, wrapped in coiled serpents of gold, while the open robe revealed a ruby tunic belted with golden plates. His gilded sandals rang like thunderclaps as he strode across the hall, only to bow at the Divine Throne. It was a practiced bow, perhaps not quite low enough for a sign of respect between equals, but the king's warm smile dispelled fears of any intentional impudence.

"Queen Amara Salsu Isten Varda, King Gideon Istan Ina Abahar, I rise from salt and sand to greet you in the warmth of twilight. I, High King Urut Ellil ra-Hadad, am come in friendship, that we might sup as our ancestors did beneath younger stars."

Reaching into his robe, he pulled for an intricately embossed leather waterskin.

"As it times past, since first Sheolim and Gehennan sat beneath the flag of friendship, I bring the waters of Kutsamak to quicken the silt of holy Ufratu."

[Mechalich]

Amara's confidence faltered a bit as she watched the dignitary's face pale.

"Are you quite well?" Her eyes turned to Gideon's in confusion.She was afraid that perhaps something had been lost in translation.

"We can find suitable attire, yes." Her words were hesitant, lost between not wishing to offend the foreigner and unsure of the woman's own motives.[/QUOTE]




Gideon offered his own shrug to his wife's inquiring look. He raised his hand and shook his head as the princess spoke of riding attire, "Please, if it would cause you great inconvenience I shall abstain."


Fena blinked rapidly. She was embarrassed to have lost her composure so blatantly. It took a moment to center herself once again. "It is no trouble," she did her best to project certainty. It would be fine. Saru-Kisi started training as young as six. The mounts chosen for this mission were comfortable with people, specifically tested among crowds. Still, she could not avoid hedging slightly. "Assuming, and please forgive my ignorance, you have some experience with horses or other mounts." It was hard for Fena to imagine any noble who did not, but the ways of foreigners were different. "I would not presume to act as an instructor."

[PepperP.]

The Empress returned the Queen's smile as the other Ten Len Suika visibly relaxed as the gifts were accepted. Both Ten Len seemed happy and curious about the gardens mentioned and nodded lightly at the Queen's words. The Empress graciously accepted the King's compliments, "We have heard many things of your lands as well, though perhaps not all we've heard are true. We have heard even less of the Yssians, so we are keen to learn more. I look forward to this discussion, then. Trade would be to the benefit of us both I am sure, if possible." The Empress inclined her head slightly to the Queen and King, "We would be delighted to wander the gardens." The six Xin Len attendants rose from their formal bow on the floor and readied to escort the pair of Ten Len to the gardens.

Queen Amara smiled with vague amusement.

"It is often difficult to discern rumor from truth, and so it is fortunate that you have come to put those rumors to rest. And perhaps take different ones home with you." A discreet gesture brought forth a young woman.

"Aralu will show you the way to the garden. There is a foreign artist at work by the east wall, he is not to be disturbed. Otherwise you are free to roam. My attendant will summon you when it is time for refreshments. Perhaps then you may speak to my husband on the trade details at length, if it pleases you to do so." She very gently embraced the visiting Empress and nestled her face against her neck. Her scent was feminine and yet held an unfamiliar musk. Amara released the woman.

"We are well met." She gestured to Aralu to guide them to the garden.


Sheol

The High King did not travel alone.

When word of the Southern Conclave had reached the Assembly, few had been enthused at the thought of the young king leaving so soon after his coronation. His father and two uncles interred in the royal tombs scant years ago, many had privately feared the extinction of the bloodline should the People of the Moon prove treacherous, while a select few with more courage than wisdom spoke publicly of their belief that diplomacy was the purview of the Assembly and not some upjumped water-soul. It had taken great effort on Urut Ellil ra-Hadad's part to convince the quiet dissenters that such a move would serve as a public moment of coronation to accompany his private baptism of milk and blood, but it took the drownings of only two of the outspoken Assembly members to bring them to heel. So the King of Kings traveled west, and his court came with him.

The procession was a thing out of northern fairy tales, a parade of silks and samite flowing from the capital of Akkraul into the green lands of Marad. The High King rode at its head in grand chariot bedecked in gold, ebony, and the pelts of magnificent beasts. Behind him rode the royal guard, the Nehir Kiliclari, one hundred strong, their polished spears and gleaming bronze helms shining like stars. Word spread like wildfire as the royal procession crossed from Sheol into Gehenna, and by the time they had made their camp on the banks of the Ufratu there was not a soul in Marad ignorant of the High King's coming. Yet when he ascended the ziggurat, he did so alone.

He appeared in the throne room resplendent, the ancient and darkened gold of the Sheolim diadem resting easily atop his brow. Two lions fought upon the burnished metal, beneath a sunburst carved from a single, staggering ruby. Legend said it was the heart of the first Sheolim, preserved eternally by the Exalted. And while that tale held little weight so far from the capital, the bloody star still shone across the hall. It was a thing vulgar in its simplicity, and enough blood had been spilled for it to choke the deserts of the south. Beneath the diadem, the man was no less striking. He stood more than seven feet tall, his sable hair and beard braided into tight, thick ringlets with cleverly slight threads of silver and gold. His eyes were a blue so pale they were almost white, shining in his tanned skin like diamonds above a wide and generous mouth. About his shoulders was draped the pelt of an enormous canyon lion, its teeth preserved in silver, its eyes glittering emeralds. The beast roared from atop his right shoulder, while the inky darkness of the mane contrasted starkly with the blinding white of the High King's robe. It was a river of salt, pouring forth from him to pool on the tiles behind, stopped only by the crimson embroidery at hem and dagged sleeve. The High King's forearms were exposed, wrapped in coiled serpents of gold, while the open robe revealed a ruby tunic belted with golden plates. His gilded sandals rang like thunderclaps as he strode across the hall, only to bow at the Divine Throne. It was a practiced bow, perhaps not quite low enough for a sign of respect between equals, but the king's warm smile dispelled fears of any intentional impudence.

"Queen Amara Salsu Isten Varda, King Gideon Istan Ina Abahar, I rise from salt and sand to greet you in the warmth of twilight. I, High King Urut Ellil ra-Hadad, am come in friendship, that we might sup as our ancestors did beneath younger stars."

Reaching into his robe, he pulled for an intricately embossed leather waterskin.

"As it times past, since first Sheolim and Gehennan sat beneath the flag of friendship, I bring the waters of Kutsamak to quicken the silt of holy Ufratu."

Amara had been cooing over her sister's children as Gideon sat next to her on the dias, awaiting more delegations to arrive. Celestine had been fortunate to birth her husband twins, both bearing the signs of divinity on her first pregnancy. She knew that Gideon's failure to sow her womb with an heir of his own was a constant blemish upon his otherwise stellar reign. She smiled at the handsome boy, barely out of toddler-hood, barbing her husband with the boy's very presence. She turned to Gideon to gauge his ire, an innocent smile that didn't reach her eyes on her face. Before she could speak, her attention was drawn as the Sheolim King entered the throne room and commanded her attention, as he did them all.

Enormous even from a distance, he grew in height and charisma as he drew closer to the Divine Throne. She turned back to her husband.

"A feast." She murmured in her own tongue, her smile playful. She resumed her imperious air as she turned back to the bronzed giant that bowed before her.

She let the silence sit between them as she contemplated her first words to the King of the East.

"It is said that our ancient peoples share a history of friendship. Long did our ancestors dwell this sacred land in cooperation. Through neglect was that relationship left to wane, and yet like the phases of the moon that hold Varda's own aspect has it turned to waxing once again." She accepted the waterskin from High King Urut's large hands herself, though she passed it to a trusted attendant.

"I have heard more than one holy mistress speculate that the source of the Ufratu and the Kutsamak are one and the same. Tonight, beneath Varda's watchful eye we shall join our life giving waters, and your skin shall be filled with the waters of the Ufratu to be released into the Katsamak even as we are joined here in friendship." She stepped forward, snared within his pale blue gaze though he was too tall for her to reach his neck, even standing on tiptoe. An amused smile curved her full lips as her arms rose to beckon him lean down for her embrace.



Amara's confidence faltered a bit as she watched the dignitary's face pale.

"Are you quite well?" Her eyes turned to Gideon's in confusion.She was afraid that perhaps something had been lost in translation.

"We can find suitable attire, yes." Her words were hesitant, lost between not wishing to offend the foreigner and unsure of the woman's own motives.






Fena blinked rapidly. She was embarrassed to have lost her composure so blatantly. It took a moment to center herself once again. "It is no trouble," she did her best to project certainty. It would be fine. Saru-Kisi started training as young as six. The mounts chosen for this mission were comfortable with people, specifically tested among crowds. Still, she could not avoid hedging slightly. "Assuming, and please forgive my ignorance, you have some experience with horses or other mounts." It was hard for Fena to imagine any noble who did not, but the ways of foreigners were different. "I would not presume to act as an instructor."

Amara looked to Gideon, but her husband was no help. He just shrugged.

"I have much experience with mounting, yes." She returned her husband's shrug at a loss of how to diffuse Fena's discomfort and utterly at a loss as to what caused the awkwardness to begin with.

[TheDarkDM]

His own lips curling to match the Holy Queen's smile, the towering Sheolim bent closer. Exposing his neck in a way that belied his inexperience with the custom, he grew still as she tasted of his essence. The scent of sandalwood oil mixed with heady sweat filled Amara's nostrils, heightened by the enduring musk of the old predator draped across his shoulders and the strangely sharp electricity that radiated from the ruby on his brow. He remained in place long enough for the Queen to take her fill, but as she pulled away she found her head caught in the firm grasp of one enormous hand. Her eyes were turned to meet the High King's own salt-burnt gaze, and in the space of a heartbeat his lips were pressed to hers. It was neither hesitant nor violent, this sure motion that brought them together, and it was held but a moment before she was released. Standing tall again, Urut bowed to her and her husband.

"It is said that in the meeting of two waters are found the sweetest fruits. Let it be so, now and forever."

[PepperP.]

His own lips curling to match the Holy Queen's smile, the towering Sheolim bent closer. Exposing his neck in a way that belied his inexperience with the custom, he grew still as she tasted of his essence. The scent of sandalwood oil mixed with heady sweat filled Amara's nostrils, heightened by the enduring musk of the old predator draped across his shoulders and the strangely sharp electricity that radiated from the ruby on his brow. He remained in place long enough for the Queen to take her fill, but as she pulled away she found her head caught in the firm grasp of one enormous hand. Her eyes were turned to meet the High King's own salt-burnt gaze, and in the space of a heartbeat his lips were pressed to hers. It was neither hesitant nor violent, this sure motion that brought them together, and it was held but a moment before she was released. Standing tall again, Urut bowed to her and her husband.

"It is said that in the meeting of two waters are found the sweetest fruits. Let it be so, now and forever."

She had lingered longer than strictly necessary to taste of the giant king's essence and his scent was still upon her tongue when he pulled her face close to his. She had thought to offer her neck to the man in a true display of friendship, but no. Though of divine form, he was not truly Divine and so she submitted herself to his tasting. She could feel a flush rising from her toes to color her face as their lips met. She kissed him fully and without reservation, though she was uncertain if the electricity she felt between them was a product of his radiant ruby or something more concrete. She was not certain it mattered.

"Then our feasting shall be sweet indeed." She remembered her husband with a vague smile.

"May our friendship never again be sundered by man nor god." Her smile warmed as she regarded King Urut once again.

"We must have wine to celebrate." Her attendants rushed to pour and Amara turned to Gideon once again.

"A joyous day, is it not? I am sure my husband would like to speak to you of the abundant salt of your homeland, if it pleases you." Her dark eyes watched him over her glass as she took a swallow of wine. With some effort, she moved her eyes to look about the room, filled with the foreign dignitaries of the south, satisfied with the large turnout. Her eyes roved back to the Sheolim King. The Exalted had surely shown her favor this day.

[Tentreto]

Her head turned to gaze at her husband consort over her shoulder as though aware he had admired her behind her back. She raised her face slightly as though smelling the air and a slow smile curved her lips before she turned to greet the diplomat from Caligonia.



Her smile widened as she received his careful speech and beheld his shining gifts, inlaid with depictions of the moon which pleased her. She spoke her native tongue, though her interpreter stood besides her to translate her words.

"Knowledge and beauty we find worthwhile pursuits, Kalus Mensus. Silver is favored of Varda, as the moon is Her aspect. You are wise to see this. Your gifts bring you honor." Queen Amara stepped forward and placed her hands delicately upon the diplomat's shoulders. She stood upon her toes and made as though to kiss the man's cheek, but turned her head to run her lips briefly along his neck and inhaled deeply as though taking in his masculine scent. It was a quick moment, and she released him and stepped back.

"This is a traditional greeting for those who have pleased the Queen. She does you a great honor to breathe in your essence." The translator explained as the Queen turned to Gideon in an invitation to add his greeting to hers.




Kalus took the gesture calmly. He had not been aware of such a gesture, but he had been prepared for a kiss, so this was not too dissimilar. "I give you thanks for that honour as well, your highness. " Glancing at her husband, he was somewhat glad at his lack of reaction.


Gideon smiled and nodded as Kalus mentioned his brother Jarah having left a good impression. Jarah for all his obsession with the bloodline was reliable and Gideon trusted him to look out for the realm. Far better than Noham, his lazy youngest brother sitting fat and happy with his twin son and daughter both divinely marked and destined for the thrones. Noham did nothing to deserve such fortune yet it seemed the Exalted had seen fit to grant it to him while leaving Gideon deprived. He wondered sometimes if his wife as the head of the Kunist sect consorted with the spirits to deprive him of an heir. As Kalus discussed his native people's moon goddess Gideon's thoughts about his wife's spiritual conspiracies prevented him from noticing Amara's approach of the diplomat until she had reached him.

He made no reaction as she breathed the man's essence. The libertine attitude of the Ufratu valley left little room for shame, jealousy, or embarrassment when it came to matters of closeness and pleasure. There were those who were so attached they eschewed outside activity, some claimed Noham was so engaged with Celeste though Gideon did not believe his brother capable of such restraint. Regardless, Gideon and Amara were hardly exclusive and neither made this matter a secret from the other. Theirs was a political marriage and their realms had learned long ago such marriages benefited from freedom from monogamy.

Gideon stepped forward as his wife looked up towards him and nodded his head towards the ambassador, "Thank you for your gifts. We hope that you will find your stay in the river valley comfortable and peaceful. I look forward to discussing with you matters of trade and cooperation between our peoples."

Gideon spoke without the need for a translator having been educated in the common trade languages as part of his upbringing. Where the royal girls learned of the Exalted and Enemy, Abahar and Varda, and the histories of the bloodline the boys learned of language and mathematics for trade and negotiation. Jarah had excelled at the latter and taken an interest in the former but Gideon had only ever studied what he had been meant to study in preparation to rule.



Inwardly, Kalus breathed a sigh of relief. If King Gideon knew the trade languages, he was certainly a man who would be willing to trade and barter. It also meant that little would get lost in translation.
"I too look forward to such things too King Gideon. We shall certainly sleep well in you and your wife's hospitality."

Kalus glanced around at the other delegations. Although trade was certainly a primary concern, he knew other topics would certainly come up. He knew a smattering of languages, but he knew he would have to rely on translators from other delegations for the most part.

[PepperP.]

Kalus took the gesture calmly. He had not been aware of such a gesture, but he had been prepared for a kiss, so this was not too dissimilar. "I give you thanks for that honour as well, your highness. " Glancing at her husband, he was somewhat glad at his lack of reaction.

Amara caught the man's glance at her husband and a wry grin flitted across her lips. That glance spoke much about the customs of his people. Though they had been wed beneath the light of Varda upon the Temple steps, it was a marriage of convenience, an assurance that their royal bloodlines would continue for another generation. Still, as her familiarity with foreign cultures grew, so too did her knowledge that they were all different even as she found similarities. Her eyes fell upon her sisters. There were differences even under her own Queendom. Celestine loved her husband very much. Lyra was indifferent, though she claimed it was Jarah's child that swelled her belly. Amara turned back to Kalus and favored the man with a warm smile.

"We would seek to dwell with our southern neighbors in harmony. We believe we are stronger together in peace than in war. It is in this spirit that we have invited you here. Please partake of our hospitality and if there is anything you require while you are here, it shall be yours." She turned to her husband signaling it was his turn to speak freely.

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Felipe Eusebio Ventura, Tito Nicodemo of the Grasping Isles, approached the conference carefully. Since meeting with Prince Jarah at the Fox Hunt, he had attempted to learn as much about the lands to the south as he could. The relationship between Gehenna and Zhentanna was still unclear to him. But it seemed to be based around a split between the male and female leaders of an extended family. As such, he knew he must be careful to show deference to Queen Amara. Three of the ten Tito’s who ran the islands were women. He considered them allies and trusted their wisdom. That is why he brought them with.

The climate warmer here, so he dressed appropriately. He retained the vest, breeches and long sandals of his home, accenting them with matching bracelets and armlets of gold, pearl, and emerald. His long, gently curling black hair was artfully restrained in the local style- a small token of affection from a Shipmaster family from Larsawith whom he had good relations.

Felipe stepped forward after being announced. He placed his hands across his chest, fingers touching opposite shoulders. He closed his eyes and raised his chin for a brief moment. He returned to a normal posture, then spoke. “Queen Amara Salsu Isten Varda. My thanks to you for permitting my attendance. My gratitude is unmeasured. Still, allow me to present a token of thanks.” He motioned to one of his entourage, who presented a bolt of fabric fully half as tall as the man carrying it. The man gently unwrapped a leading edge. The sea-foam green threads were delicate and woven into intricate, open patterns. Hundreds of small points shimmered with opalescence. “Wolboom lace, hand beaded with pearls from our oyster beds. A gift to those, like the Ilhueso, who draw bounty from the waters.”

[PepperP.]

Felipe Eusebio Ventura, Tito Nicodemo of the Grasping Isles, approached the conference carefully. Since meeting with Prince Jarah at the Fox Hunt, he had attempted to learn as much about the lands to the south as he could. The relationship between Gehenna and Zhentanna was still unclear to him. But it seemed to be based around a split between the male and female leaders of an extended family. As such, he knew he must be careful to show deference to Queen Amara. Three of the ten Tito’s who ran the islands were women. He considered them allies and trusted their wisdom. That is why he brought them with.

The climate warmer here, so he dressed appropriately. He retained the vest, breeches and long sandals of his home, accenting them with matching bracelets and armlets of gold, pearl, and emerald. His long, gently curling black hair was artfully restrained in the local style- a small token of affection from a Shipmaster family from Larsawith whom he had good relations.

Felipe stepped forward after being announced. He placed his hands across his chest, fingers touching opposite shoulders. He closed his eyes and raised his chin for a brief moment. He returned to a normal posture, then spoke. “Queen Amara Salsu Isten Varda. My thanks to you for permitting my attendance. My gratitude is unmeasured. Still, allow me to present a token of thanks.” He motioned to one of his entourage, who presented a bolt of fabric fully half as tall as the man carrying it. The man gently unwrapped a leading edge. The sea-foam green threads were delicate and woven into intricate, open patterns. Hundreds of small points shimmered with opalescence. “Wolboom lace, hand beaded with pearls from our oyster beds. A gift to those, like the Ilhueso, who draw bounty from the waters.”

Queen Amara smiled indulgently as the foreigner thanked her so profusely for being allowed in her presence, well pleased by his deference.

"I am pleased you have seen fit to leave your island to journey to Gehenna. You are welcomed in my home Tito Nicodemo." She mouthed the foreign words carefully and looked with interest as the man unveiled the pearled lace. Her sisters, Lyra and Celestine peered forward and murmured to each other jealously.

"This gift you have brought is fit for a Queen and does you great honor. We do indeed cherish our waters, and owe our lives to them." She made a motion to the rolled fabric and two male attendants came and carried the large roll away. She stepped forward to the well groomed man and embraced him briefly, tickling his neck with her lips as she breathed him in. She smelled the sea on him and smiled.

"I believe you have previously met my husband's brother?" She spoke as she moved away from him and turned to Gideon.

[Geckus]

The Divine Queen stepped down from her dias to greet the newcomers. Her eyes roamed the entirety of the group though they were drawn back to the older woman in white. Impressed with her commanding presence, Amara inclined her head to the woman, her ego well soothed by the deference of the woman's countrymen.

"Your gift intrigues me and does you honor. You may convey our appreciation to your Tiridata." She voiced the unfamiliar title slowly as though getting the feel for it upon her tongue.

"And who may I ask, do I have the pleasure of welcoming into my home?" The intriguing woman had not given her own name, as far as Amara could tell and seemed to be a person of great import.

The woman in white smiles at the wording of the queen’s question and straightens from her bow; the three at her back rise as she does so, though they keep their gaze averted from the queen’s face.

“I am called Thriti, daughter of Iotapa, of the line of Fralli.” Anticipating that the foreign leader may not know enough of the Khada’haz to identify her caste by her mark - the runic symbol of the Talrud on her forehead raised in blue-dyed scar tissue from the brand she had received in childhood, or by the golden rings of status about her neck, Thriti adds, “Of the Eleventh Circle of the Talrud. I accept your welcome, and offer my compliments on the beauty of your home, though it be but a shadow of its owners.”

“Though you are not of the faithful, it is known in Khada’Aldul that the Zhen people have a proper appreciation for the importance of bloodlines, and so you have my master’s interest. I hope that what comes of this conclave shall serve to maintain it.”



Hannibal was surprised to see his representative from Khada’Aldul, he long thought these people were insular and rejected the outside world. In response he takes a golden model horse with eyes of pure alchemical water from his pocket and delivers it to the representative. “A gift of good fortune to your liege, I offer this so we may establish formal diplomatic ties.”

As Hannibal approaches Khada’Aldul’s delegates, the younger woman moves to the forefront, skillfully intercepting him before he reaches the elder. Her eyes light up when she sees the gift he presents, clearly taken with the beauty of the item.

“Oh, so lifelike! And the eyes…” “Freni!” The sharp bark from the taller man draws a flinch from the girl, and her enthusiasm disappears behind a veil of polite formality. “Apologies, Marzban. Only the Talrud may speak on matters of diplomacy, and it would be improper for her to speak to one whose name is unknown to her. I may convey your name to her”, a disapproving growl from the tall man (whose name is apparently Marzban), “unless you wish to speak of matters of trade?” Her voice grows a touch hopeful as she squeaks out that last, while behind her Marzban begins to step towards her…

[QuintonBeck]

Sheol Delegation

Gideon's eyes focused in a quiet smoldering hatred upon the small head of his nephew as the boy was teased and applauded by Amara. She had not informed him that Noham's child would be present and he questioned its necessity. While Marad was ruled by House Salsu there was no reason the boy could not have been in Marad's brother city, Lavilin. No doubt his wife had conspired for the boy's presence and as he looked up to see her mocking smile he was sure of it. His eyes narrowed and he nodded slightly. Her attention turned and now he too noticed the entrance of the Sheol King. The foreign king looked like a mighty emperor and commanded much respect with his opulence and splendor. Gideon feared immediately such a man would cause trouble. The words of his wife only further soured his feelings towards the now seemingly giant stranger.

As the man spoke he considered how he might negotiate with such a man, if the giant could be considered such. The other kings and queens of the south had so far seemed accepting of Alade's potential for peace yet this was a man he saw would call himself king of kings. An ego to fit his enlarged size radiated from the blood red ruby set upon his brow. His voice was deep and baritone, one no doubt used to commanding men upon a field of battle. Gideon stood quietly as he regarded the other Kunist king even as his wife gestured for the giant to bend. His rational thought abandoned him as the giant took his wife's head and brought it to his own. He was silent a moment longer as Amara turned conversation towards him.

"Such discussions on trade will surely have to wait until after we speak with all our guests," Gideon answered, "Please King Urut, find comfort among our fellow rulers of Alade and its seas."


Caligonia Delegation

"Pleas enjoy yourself Kalus of Caligonia, there shall be a dinner and discussion of southern matters as the evening wears on," Gideon gestured the Caligonian out into the ziggurat where the other delegations now lingered.


Grasping Isles Delegation

"Tito Nicodemo, it is a pleasure. I have heard many good reports from my brother of your ambassador. I hope my uncle Hersh* is proving adaptable to island life as our ambassador. He writes less often than I would like, the King chuckled for he expected little more than the occasional letter from Hersh, "Perhaps this conference's talks will lead to further exchanges and strengthening of our bonds."


Feel free to go crazy here. I was imagining an older Zhen born of the royal family and well-liked but never especially impressive as far as showing signs of royalty. He's relatively easy going and has a way with people that makes them have a good time but doesn't really aspire to accomplish anything. Basically a bum Jeffery "Dude" Lebowski-like character.



Khada’Aldul Delegation

Gideon nodded silently towards the woman as she spoke of her master's familiarity with the Zhen. It seemed he was not alone in assessing the attendants of this get together. The challenge to maintain favor with the woman's unmet master worried him. Perhaps he, like the Sheolin King, sought to rule all. One such king could perhaps be placated but two could mean ruin for Alade. His thoughts consumed him as he rearranged his planned speech for that evening.

[PepperP.]

The woman in white smiles at the wording of the queen’s question and straightens from her bow; the three at her back rise as she does so, though they keep their gaze averted from the queen’s face.

“I am called Thriti, daughter of Iotapa, of the line of Fralli.” Anticipating that the foreign leader may not know enough of the Khada’haz to identify her caste by her mark - the runic symbol of the Talrud on her forehead raised in blue-dyed scar tissue from the brand she had received in childhood, or by the golden rings of status about her neck, Thriti adds, “Of the Eleventh Circle of the Talrud. I accept your welcome, and offer my compliments on the beauty of your home, though it be but a shadow of its owners.”

“Though you are not of the faithful, it is known in Khada’Aldul that the Zhen people have a proper appreciation for the importance of bloodlines, and so you have my master’s interest. I hope that what comes of this conclave shall serve to maintain it.”


A radiant smile lit Amara's face at the Thriti's appreciation of her and her home. Should not the Divine dwell in divinity? It seemed it should be so and so she had surrounded herself with beauty. She listened carefully as the woman spoke of bloodlines and found herself nodding along to her words.

"Bloodlines are all we are, and all we have. They are our past and our future. Your people are very wise to see this. To maintain it, this is also our wish." She smiled warmly at the woman. She wished to embrace her, but was unsure of the stoic woman's reception of such a gesture might be and felt their connection tenuous as yet. She turned to her interpreter and murmured some softly spoken words.

"My Queen wishes to embrace you as is traditional in our culture. It is a sharing of space." She mimicked drawing close to another person.

"Do you submit to this honor?" She voiced the question mildly and awaited the woman's answer.

[Geckus]

A radiant smile lit Amara's face at the Thriti's appreciation of her and her home. Should not the Divine dwell in divinity? It seemed it should be so and so she had surrounded herself with beauty. She listened carefully as the woman spoke of bloodlines and found herself nodding along to her words.

"Bloodlines are all we are, and all we have. They are our past and our future. Your people are very wise to see this. To maintain it, this is also our wish." She smiled warmly at the woman. She wished to embrace her, but was unsure of the stoic woman's reception of such a gesture might be and felt their connection tenuous as yet. She turned to her interpreter and murmured some softly spoken words.

"My Queen wishes to embrace you as is traditional in our culture. It is a sharing of space." She mimicked drawing close to another person.

"Do you submit to this honor?" She voiced the question mildly and awaited the woman's answer.


It was only through an effort of will that Thriti managed to keep her eyes from the foreign queen’s horns, but she was of the Eleventh Circle of the Talrud, below only the Twelfth and the God-Kings themselves; will she had in no short supply.

That they celebrate such a deformity, place it as a mark of divinity… a shame, the rest of their form nears perfection, worthy of the highest standing if they were to embrace the will of the Khada. Her eyes drifted momentarily, taking in the splendor of Amara’s body, enough to stir her blood despite being long past the age when such passions ruled. Though that man at her back, he I would make an exception for.


“A sharing of space?” Her hesitation lasted not more than a moment, Thriti’s eyes drifting over the Queen’s form before she inclined her head once more. “I accept, in the spirit in which it is intended.”

Stepping forward to meet Amara’s embrace, her eyes briefly meet those of Gideon over the queen’s shoulder before running the length of his body, clearly appraising. The queen might be shocked by the strength in Thriti’s arms; concealed beneath the robes she wore was a frame not near so beautiful as the Zhen woman’s, but one built by a lifetime in the pursuit of physical perfection.


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[lt_murgen]

She stepped forward to the well groomed man and embraced him briefly, tickling his neck with her lips as she breathed him in. She smelled the sea on him and smiled.

"I believe you have previously met my husband's brother?" She spoke as she moved away from him and turned to Gideon.

It took Felipe a moment, just a moment to respond. The Queen’s presence was intoxicating. He caught himself wondering what the Queen might look like dressed in the wolboom lace he gifted. Only the lace….


"Tito Nicodemo, it is a pleasure. I have heard many good reports from my brother of your ambassador. I hope my uncle Hersh* is proving adaptable to island life as our ambassador. He writes less often than I would like, the King chuckled for he expected little more than the occasional letter from Hersh, "Perhaps this conference's talks will lead to further exchanges and strengthening of our bonds."


“King Gideon Istan Ina Abahar, your Uncle Hersh is a delight. The Tito Ten have taken to him. Spends his time travelling and staying on all the islands. Learning and enjoying the company of our people. He has already embraced a number of local phrases, to the delight of most of those around him. ‘Go chill, mano. Tio is busy’ is becoming his go-to phrase for chasing away the pesky Gilde Trafficante leaders who keep pestering him for trade leads. I’m told there is a titillating anecdote behind his adoption of that phrase…” Felipe smiled, laughing slightly, “But he should tell it to your personally. He is quite the storyteller.” Felipe thought back to when Hersh told him the story about a particularly earnest traffiacnte who wanted to discuss trade possibilities with him. How the man had interrupted him during his early morning swim, while he was wading waist deep in the cool currents. How the poor boy missed two important things- that he wasn’t alone, and that he was standing next to a pile of clothing under the shade of a wolboom tree. His description of the man’s face as his companion surfaced from under the water and scolded him, “Go chill, mano, Tio is busy” never failed to elicit gales of laughter from his audience.

“I hope Silvestre is being useful and entertaining in your kingdom. He is young, but his intelligence and acumen is highly regarded. I receive notes from him every week, it seems.” Felipe did not add that most of these told stories of tragic, comical circumstances that he found himself.


Silvestre Martinho Raul Ventura is the second eldest son of Felipe’s uncle. Feel free to have fun with him as well. I see him as an over-eager, highly energetic, early-30s neurotic intellectual. Somewhere between Niles Crane (from Frasier) and Chandler Bing (from Friends)

[ooc: in order to keep things moving, I included the bit below, so that we can have two non-sequential conversations]
A little bit later, after the small talk subsides, Felipe turned to matters more substantial. “My trafficante speak of traders from your kingdom seeking arrangements as well. This is most welcome news. Trade ties nations together in peace and prosperity. Still, competition can cause strife. If you are willing to speak plainly, perhaps we can come to some agreement between our lands to keep the political and the commercial separate. That is the goal I bear with me to this conference.”

[PepperP.]

It was only through an effort of will that Thriti managed to keep her eyes from the foreign queen’s horns, but she was of the Eleventh Circle of the Talrud, below only the Twelfth and the God-Kings themselves; will she had in no short supply.

That they celebrate such a deformity, place it as a mark of divinity… a shame, the rest of their form nears perfection, worthy of the highest standing if they were to embrace the will of the Khada. Her eyes drifted momentarily, taking in the splendor of Amara’s body, enough to stir her blood despite being long past the age when such passions ruled. Though that man at her back, he I would make an exception for.


“A sharing of space?” Her hesitation lasted not more than a moment, Thriti’s eyes drifting over the Queen’s form before she inclined her head once more. “I accept, in the spirit in which it is intended.”

Stepping forward to meet Amara’s embrace, her eyes briefly meet those of Gideon over the queen’s shoulder before running the length of his body, clearly appraising. The queen might be shocked by the strength in Thriti’s arms; concealed beneath the robes she wore was a frame not near so beautiful as the Zhen woman’s, but one built by a lifetime in the pursuit of physical perfection.


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Surprised by the woman's firm grip, Amara dipped her head to the other woman's neck and breathed in her scent. Rarely had a woman's essence smelled so intoxicating. Clearly this woman was more than she appeared and she vowed to have her husband delve deeper into these people's beliefs and culture. As she stepped away from Thriti, Amara caught the tail end of the glance the foreign woman had cast at her husband and a slow smile crept onto her lips.

"By your gifts I see your people have interest in alchemical pursuits." She turned and gestured at Gideon.

"My husband's lands are famous for a flower with special properties, perhaps the two of you might find this a mutually interesting topic of discussion if it pleases you." The face she turned to her husband was benevolent and free from jealousy.


It took Felipe a moment, just a moment to respond. The Queen’s presence was intoxicating. He caught himself wondering what the Queen might look like dressed in the wolboom lace he gifted. Only the lace….


She lingered against Felipe for a moment and allowed herself a second breath.

"We will begin he discussion portion of the conference soon, until then you are free to mingle. If there is anything you require, it shall be yours." She turned to Gideon and spoke to him directly in their own tongue.

"I must feed soon, I find myself quite famished." Her tone was almost accusatory as though her privation was her husband's fault somehow.

[Mechalich]

Fena waited in the courtyard, standing beside her mount with reins in hand. The ibex's name was Skaram San. A gelding, he was sixteen hands to the humped withers. His paired curving horns began thicker than Fena's fist and, if they had been straight, would be almost as long as she was tall. This was the danger, the princess knew. Though the massive horns protected a rider from missiles and were also a powerful battering assault when used in a charge, should the beast lose its temper it would not buck a rider; the ibex would thrash his head back and forth and the horns could easily bludgeon a rider to pulp.

They had rigged the saddle for riding double, and the Saru-Kisi assured Fena that Skaram San was well behaved and would take commands easily. He was comfortable with crowds and with the paving stone base of the courtyard. After marking out a clear pathway, Fena had ridden a single slow circuit as a test, feeling the old training filter back across memory and to her bones. Her earlier fear was fading. She felt ready.


OOC: these are actually real Pleistocene animals (https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2012/06/120621125444.htm), the only fantasy part is the domestication.

[TheDarkDM]

If the Sheolim king detected Gideon's discomfort, he made no show of it. Indeed, as he disentangled his fingers from Amara's hair, he swept his hand up in a friendly salute.

"Indeed I shall, King Gideon."

He straightened, blue eyes twinkling towards the king.

"And should you wish to find comfort with me, please feel free."

[PepperP.]

EVERYONE

The sharp tinkle of bells rang through the throne room. Amara stood before her silver throne awaiting the assembled throng's attention with a smile that strove for warm and was not quite haughty. The Divine Queen had much to be proud of, every realm that had received invitation to the first Southern Conference had sent a delegation. This was truly a critical event that might shape the face of the southern continent for years to come.

"Please join me in the courtyard where we will have refreshments and discussion. My husband has some words prepared for the occasion, and we would hear from all of our neighbors your desires for your realms and the south." Attendants began to usher the delegates down the stairs and out into the cool, fresh air. The merchants had been removed from the courtyard, and sheer bolts of fabric had been draped around the perimeter to afford a measure of privacy from would be onlookers. Long tables had been set out with platters of delicacies, exotic fruits, cheese, nuts and cold meats were set out alongside loaves of warm bread. Cushioned benches were set at intervals and attendants moved around the visitors pouring wine and cool water. An attendant had been sent to the garden to fetch the Xin Kun delegates and also the artist from Euqueen if he wished to refresh himself.

If you have rp left to do in the throne room feel free to continue that. That's what time bubbles are for! For everyone else, we are moving on to the courtyard for discussion and food. And an Ibex ride.


Fena waited in the courtyard, standing beside her mount with reins in hand. The ibex's name was Skaram San. A gelding, he was sixteen hands to the humped withers. His paired curving horns began thicker than Fena's fist and, if they had been straight, would be almost as long as she was tall. This was the danger, the princess knew. Though the massive horns protected a rider from missiles and were also a powerful battering assault when used in a charge, should the beast lose its temper it would not buck a rider; the ibex would thrash his head back and forth and the horns could easily bludgeon a rider to pulp.

They had rigged the saddle for riding double, and the Saru-Kisi assured Fena that Skaram San was well behaved and would take commands easily. He was comfortable with crowds and with the paving stone base of the courtyard. After marking out a clear pathway, Fena had ridden a single slow circuit as a test, feeling the old training filter back across memory and to her bones. Her earlier fear was fading. She felt ready.


OOC: these are actually real Pleistocene animals (https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2012/06/120621125444.htm), the only fantasy part is the domestication.


Queen Amara stood beside the great beast placidly as her ladies bustled around her. They fit her with short leather breeches that covered her thighs, but left her calves and feet bare. She looked amused and stretched her legs in their unfamiliar bindings.

"I am ready to ride your honorable ibex, if it pleases you Princess Fena." She had long stopped trying to discern the woman's discomfort and just figured to take part in this ritual so that she may enjoy her refreshments and guests herself.


If the Sheolim king detected Gideon's discomfort, he made no show of it. Indeed, as he disentangled his fingers from Amara's hair, he swept his hand up in a friendly salute.

"Indeed I shall, King Gideon."

He straightened, blue eyes twinkling towards the king.

"And should you wish to find comfort with me, please feel free."

The predatory smile the queen had cast at her husband after the giant's kiss paled upon her lips as Urut cast his invitation to Gideon. It was replaced by an altogether friendlier smile, and her eyes held a gleam of interest and desire.

"Perhaps it will be three then, to combine our fertile waters beneath Varda's light tonight." Amara gestured the the waterskin that Urut had carried with him from Sheolim, though her eyes held an invitation to her husband that belied her words.

[Rain Dragon]

EVERYONE

The sharp tinkle of bells rang through the throne room. Amara stood before her silver throne awaiting the assembled throng's attention with a smile that strove for warm and was not quite haughty. The Divine Queen had much to be proud of, every realm that had received invitation to the first Southern Conference had sent a delegation. This was truly a critical event that might shape the face of the southern continent for years to come.

"Please join me in the courtyard where we will have refreshments and discussion. My husband has some words prepared for the occasion, and we would hear from all of our neighbors your desires for your realms and the south." Attendants began to usher the delegates down the stairs and out into the cool, fresh air. The merchants had been removed from the courtyard, and sheer bolts of fabric had been draped around the perimeter to afford a measure of privacy from would be onlookers. Long tables had been set out with platters of delicacies, exotic fruits, cheese, nuts and cold meats were set out alongside loaves of warm bread. Cushioned benches were set at intervals and attendants moved around the visitors pouring wine and cool water. An attendant had been sent to the garden to fetch the Xin Kun delegates and also the artist from Euqueen if he wished to refresh himself.

If you have rp left to do in the throne room feel free to continue that. That's what time bubbles are for! For everyone else, we are moving on to the courtyard for discussion and food. And an Ibex ride.

The Xin Kun delegation was happily chatting about the various plants in the gardens that were not native to Xin Kun when an attendant came to fetch them. Confident in the security of the event, the Empress and Suika left their attendants in the gardens after a quick check to ensure the Ten Len were looking their best. The Empress sat near a selection of rather tasty looking fruits and immediately took out her chopsticks to begin sampling some. Suika watched as the tables filled, occasionally writing a note or two down in a small notebook.

[QuintonBeck]

Everyone

Once everyone had made their way outside Gideon moved to the far end of the open area to a raised platform that had been set up for this occasion. Another tinkling of bells quieted the courtyard and directed attention towards the horned king.


“Rulers and Representatives of Alade, I humbly thank you for your presence here in Gehenna, sister kingdom of my own Zhentanna. It was the desire of both myself and my wife to lay eyes upon our brothers and sisters of these southern lands and we certainly have not been disappointed. However, it was not mere curiosity that drew us to invite so many powerful men and women to our home but the desire to secure through friendship and mutual agreement peace and safety for not only our people but all those represented by the crowns present here today.”

Gideon paused only a moment, surveying the crowd for reactions before continuing.

“Long has Alade served as a bastion for the outcasts, the unwanted, the outsiders who refuse to bend to the swords and words of Celessa. Alade holds the last bastion of Kunism who would oppose the finality of Ananda’s claim to Prophecy, it harbors those who practice the arcane and occult practices labeled pagan by the Shishiyan Church, and even among our number are those who adhere the tenets of the Shishiyan Church yet we all choose these freely, without threat of violence from crusading zealots. This expresses the truth of this land, a land where survival and prosperity of our people trumps the concerns of private worship and belief. This land can be harsh and unforgiving to those unfamiliar with its secrets but we all stand here in a brotherhood of those who have learned these secrets and mastered this difficult land. We each arise as kingdoms of compromise, of respect, not because we lack conviction, but because we hold such conviction to thrive and survive where so many would fail.”

“It is from this diametric mix that culture is formed and beauty discovered. All present here represent something new, something different spawned from this great southern landscape. It is my opinion that to throw this knowledge away, to dismiss these unique perspectives, would be a travesty. We are survivors, thriving where few could. We are neighbors already, closely bordered by those present. What I propose is let us be friends, let us ensure our own prosperity by the prosperity of us all.”

“I wish to propose an agreement, a loose confederacy between our dynasties and kingdoms that ensures those with whom we share Alade’s bounty will not suffer by the actions of their neighbor and by so doing eliminate the eruption of war between our kingdoms. Let us focus our efforts and desires together, working in unity to accomplish more together than we might be capable of apart. I would not propose anything drastic. This is our first meeting and we must discover if we are capable of cooperation, but I would propose three general principles we might agree to and lay the foundation for our future. To further quell hesitation in such an agreement I would propose a ten year duration whose conclusion we shall mark with another meeting of the Southern Conference for discussion of renewing, altering, or adding to our agreement.”

Gideon left only a moment for the murmurs to erupt and die down before continuing.

“First, I would propose an agreement not to pursue military action against any of those present by any so present. Let us discover the nature of the world and its inhabitants in Celessa without fear of our neighbor. Second, I would propose an agreement in respect to matters of belief and faith. We are all southerners, we are all distant whispers at the edges of the Shishiyan Church. While I do not believe the Church or its representatives will heed any request to remain at bay we can at least prove ourselves capable of respecting one another. Finally I would propose a respect for trade rights. In those regions claimed by a kingdom present at this conference let us ensure they are consulted for permission to conduct trade in their land. Equally, should any kingdoms present come to possess a land in which another already trades let them respect the trade of their neighbor without punitive demands on continuing their trade.”

“What I propose is a simple arrangement that ensures all our realms might prosper. I do not wish to dictate or have this Conference dictate edicts but merely establish a framework for southern cooperation. Let us all work with or avoid our neighbors as we see fit. Leave the stricter agreements to be arranged between kingdoms directly but let us move forward secure that we shall not see the banners of our countrymen rise on the horizon leading a host of war or face zealots bent on conversion in our lands. I see no reason these proposals should cause any present discomfort or unease but if they do speak now and be heard."

With that Gideon opened the floor to discussion among the southern kingdoms, hoping such conversation would prove fruitful and not doomed.


Khada’Aldul Delegation

Gideon caught the eye of Thriti as she embraced Amara and saw what he thought to be a flash of lust as she looked him over. He wasn't sure yet if he found the foreigner attractive but she was certainly intriguing. As her embrace with the queen ended Gideon tried to refocus his thoughts though Amara now gestured the foreign dignitary towards him. He looked towards Amara and saw her mind at work. There was no doubt that she had noticed Thriti's glance as well.

"It would be my pleasure to discuss matters of alchemy and your kingdom's discoveries as well as my own. I regret my brother Jarah is not present for his is the keener mind in this field but I possess a passing understanding. Let us discuss such matters this evening once the Conference has settled down. If you are willing I have many samples of my kingdom's native Bhatana Flower that we might sample and enjoy."


Grasping Isles Delegation

Gideon laughed as Nicodemo described Hersh's misadventures and adoption of local slang. He had been unsure of Uncle Hersh's capability as an ambassador for he came from House Salsu with recommendation from Noham yet Jarah had supported their brother's endorsement and it seemed he had done so wisely.

"Silvestre is...adapting," Gideon smiled to show his struggle for the right word was no indication of displeasure, "The young man took quite an interest in our Bhatana but unlike most foreigners content to drink Blue Tea and be happy he has made it his goal to understand its properties and further distill them. I understand he's working quite closely with a number of our alchemists capable of distilling Blue Syrup. Normally I would put restrictions on such knowledge being granted to a foreigner but I don't believe Silvestre intends harm with it and I'm given to understand he has a number of ideas our alchemists had not before considered. We thank you for his presence and his mind."




My main trade related proposals are what I outlined in the above for everyone. Bilaterally I'd be open to a direct exchange of posts Wholboom for Bhatana or a trade of a TP in the Isles for input on and a free receipt of my first E10 tech.



Sheol Delegation

The quick exchange between the Sheolim King and Amara gave Gideon pause. He looked again towards the king of Sheol, this time with a more appraising eye. There was no denying a handsomeness to the giant's visage and he suspected his size could prove quite interesting bereft the white robes of his office. His mind flashed earlier to the discussion of tea between himself and the Khada’Aldul ambassador.

"Or four," he answered his wife with a teasing smile and a glance towards where Thriti now stood amidst the crowd, "Let us meet this evening," he turned to face Amara and Urut in turn, "We shall discuss unions worth pursuing over tea."

[Tentreto]

Once everyone had made their way outside Gideon moved to the far end of the open area to a raised platform that had been set up for this occasion. Another tinkling of bells quieted the courtyard and directed attention towards the horned king.


“Rulers and Representatives of Alade, I humbly thank you for your presence here in Gehenna, sister kingdom of my own Zhentanna. It was the desire of both myself and my wife to lay eyes upon our brothers and sisters of these southern lands and we certainly have not been disappointed. However, it was not mere curiosity that drew us to invite so many powerful men and women to our home but the desire to secure through friendship and mutual agreement peace and safety for not only our people but all those represented by the crowns present here today.”

Gideon paused only a moment, surveying the crowd for reactions before continuing.

“Long has Alade served as a bastion for the outcasts, the unwanted, the outsiders who refuse to bend to the swords and words of Celessa. Alade holds the last bastion of Kunism who would oppose the finality of Ananda’s claim to Prophecy, it harbors those who practice the arcane and occult practices labeled pagan by the Shishiyan Church, and even among our number are those who adhere the tenets of the Shishiyan Church yet we all choose these freely, without threat of violence from crusading zealots. This expresses the truth of this land, a land where survival and prosperity of our people trumps the concerns of private worship and belief. This land can be harsh and unforgiving to those unfamiliar with its secrets but we all stand here in a brotherhood of those who have learned these secrets and mastered this difficult land. We each arise as kingdoms of compromise, of respect, not because we lack conviction, but because we hold such conviction to thrive and survive where so many would fail.”

“It is from this diametric mix that culture is formed and beauty discovered. All present here represent something new, something different spawned from this great southern landscape. It is my opinion that to throw this knowledge away, to dismiss these unique perspectives, would be a travesty. We are survivors, thriving where few could. We are neighbors already, closely bordered by those present. What I propose is let us be friends, let us ensure our own prosperity by the prosperity of us all.”

“I wish to propose an agreement, a loose confederacy between our dynasties and kingdoms that ensures those with whom we share Alade’s bounty will not suffer by the actions of their neighbor and by so doing eliminate the eruption of war between our kingdoms. Let us focus our efforts and desires together, working in unity to accomplish more together than we might be capable of apart. I would not propose anything drastic. This is our first meeting and we must discover if we are capable of cooperation, but I would propose three general principles we might agree to and lay the foundation for our future. To further quell hesitation in such an agreement I would propose a ten year duration whose conclusion we shall mark with another meeting of the Southern Conference for discussion of renewing, altering, or adding to our agreement.”

Gideon left only a moment for the murmurs to erupt and die down before continuing.

“First, I would propose an agreement not to pursue military action against any of those present by any so present. Let us discover the nature of the world and its inhabitants in Celessa without fear of our neighbor. Second, I would propose an agreement in respect to matters of belief and faith. We are all southerners, we are all distant whispers at the edges of the Shishiyan Church. While I do not believe the Church or its representatives will heed any request to remain at bay we can at least prove ourselves capable of respecting one another. Finally I would propose a respect for trade rights. In those regions claimed by a kingdom present at this conference let us ensure they are consulted for permission to conduct trade in their land. Equally, should any kingdoms present come to possess a land in which another already trades let them respect the trade of their neighbor without punitive demands on continuing their trade.”

“What I propose is a simple arrangement that ensures all our realms might prosper. I do not wish to dictate or have this Conference dictate edicts but merely establish a framework for southern cooperation. Let us all work with or avoid our neighbors as we see fit. Leave the stricter agreements to be arranged between kingdoms directly but let us move forward secure that we shall not see the banners of our countrymen rise on the horizon leading a host of war or face zealots bent on conversion in our lands. I see no reason these proposals should cause any present discomfort or unease but if they do speak now and be heard."

With that Gideon opened the floor to discussion among the southern kingdoms, hoping such conversation would prove fruitful and not doomed.




Kalus spoke up almost immediately:
"Like many in Alade, Caligonia is a land vastly different than the Northern lands. We are a young nation, willing to accept the new and consider the old. We are not the most direct followers of the Church, nor do we believe that the Church is flawless.
On the first point of peace between us, Caligonia accepts and would ratify. I am sure many here would like to maintain forces for defence, and I suggest that the presence of an army does not necessarily mean war is inevitable. Also, with so little land available between our nations, we should not tear at each others throats when through cooperation, we may be able to secure enough to satisfy what we each may need.
On the second point of faith, again we agree. Caligonia has the most diverse religious sentiment in the known world, and although we accept the church authority, we feel that harmony is better than war. We are past the age of crusades, and there is much to gain in seeing what one may find in another's faith. Caligonia will ratify respecting each others faith.
On the final point of trade agreements, we are also prepared to ratify, although we feel that trade may sometimes edge beyond the control of even kings, at the very least on matters on such a scale as controlling a trade, it should be common courtesy in the future.

Kalus pauses, then continues; "Although we will need to deal with individual parts and examine the framework to prevent any loopholes that may go against the spirit of such an agreement, Caligonia would be willing to enter into such an agreement in the future."

This agreement, despite being almost unexpected, was certainly something Kalus would consider a huge boon to his nation.

[QuintonBeck]

Gideon nodded in agreement as Kalus the Caligonian spoke. It seemed so far there was at least some support from among the attendants. He spoke up now to address the Caligonian's concerns.

"I would not begrudge any man his sword or king his army. We must be prepared to defend ourselves from outside aggressors if it comes to that. The Zhen have not needed armies in many years but rest assured our lack of one does not make us pacifists or fools. As to trade, it is perhaps a matter more difficult in controlling, much as religion, but it is my intent that this agreement be one of broad goals and unified vision but not so strict a code as to bind any kingdom inescapably to obligations that might impair them. To that point I would propose a relatively simple list of three broad agreements as I have just laid forth with little room for loopholes or misinterpretation."

"It was my hope we might at least fabricate a draft for this proposal and come to some preliminary agreement here. I know many of our guests may not be capable of speaking for their whole realm on such a weighty matter but I ask still for discussion and revision that what we might produce will prove itself easily accepted by all involved."

[lt_murgen]

Felipe listened carefully.
Military non-agression was certainly something worth pursuing. But he glanced at the Sheol king. Disturbing rumors of Sheol spies moving through the Isles and along the eastern coasts of the Peninsula Masico worried him. The ancient Sheol were arrogant conquerers, if the folklore was to believed. He was less certain of other Ilhueso-na who occupied the Cisco Brilhando.
The king spent more time on religion than on military, that itself was telling. Clearly he was worried about a new scalaguerra from the north.
Trade was exactly what he expected, an agreement to honor the efforts of each kingdom.

After the exchange between the king and Caligonia, he spoke up.
“We of the Ilhas Entenderes find fascination in religion. Discussion and exploration of the theology and philosophy is a great passion of ours. We would not seek to impose our beliefs as law upon anyone else, nor accept it being done to us.” He glanced over at the Sheol king briefly then turned back to the group at large.

“As for trade, it is our lifeblood. Our islands are not rich, but our sailors are strong and skilled. I will not forbid my people from attempting to trade anywhere, with anyone. But as their ruler, I can make them recognize that which each nation holds most dear. For those precious resouorces, I would be willing to require official consent of your kingdoms as part of any contract. Of course, I would expect the same consideration.”

“On the subject of war, I must be more wary than most. And for that, I say that a willingness to defend should never be seen as a threat to attack. We all must protect our lands as we best see fit.”


Out of character, I am looking primarily for plants and animals at this stage. I would be willing to trade my +2 to rolls for my remaining two slots for the same +2 from others. I really would like Zhentanna flowers and Gehenna owls

[Geckus]

Surprised by the woman's firm grip, Amara dipped her head to the other woman's neck and breathed in her scent. Rarely had a woman's essence smelled so intoxicating. Clearly this woman was more than she appeared and she vowed to have her husband delve deeper into these people's beliefs and culture. As she stepped away from Thriti, Amara caught the tail end of the glance the foreign woman had cast at her husband and a slow smile crept onto her lips.

"By your gifts I see your people have interest in alchemical pursuits." She turned and gestured at Gideon.

"My husband's lands are famous for a flower with special properties, perhaps the two of you might find this a mutually interesting topic of discussion if it pleases you." The face she turned to her husband was benevolent and free from jealousy.

Gideon caught the eye of Thriti as she embraced Amara and saw what he thought to be a flash of lust as she looked him over. He wasn't sure yet if he found the foreigner attractive but she was certainly intriguing. As her embrace with the queen ended Gideon tried to refocus his thoughts though Amara now gestured the foreign dignitary towards him. He looked towards Amara and saw her mind at work. There was no doubt that she had noticed Thriti's glance as well.

"It would be my pleasure to discuss matters of alchemy and your kingdom's discoveries as well as my own. I regret my brother Jarah is not present for his is the keener mind in this field but I possess a passing understanding. Let us discuss such matters this evening once the Conference has settled down. If you are willing I have many samples of my kingdom's native Bhatana Flower that we might sample and enjoy."

“I believe I would indeed find that pleasing.” Thriti turned her gaze fully to Gideon. “I have heard stories of the flowers that bloom in the desert of Zhentanna, but it has been several generations since more than a handful of petals have made their way to the markets of Aldhera. I would be honored to sample them with you and…tell you of the many pleasures to be found amongst the sands of Khada’Aldul.”


The Courtyard:

Taking her leisure on one of the cushioned benches with Marzban and Freni standing near to either side, Thriti signaled for the last member of her party, Farnavaz, to fetch her a goblet of wine as the tinkling of bells called attention to the raised platform from which the king of Zhentanna would speak. Clearing her mind so that she would be able to recall the words exactly as they were spoken for her master, Thriti listened intently to Gideon’s speech.

“Such foolishness! The Khada would never allow their actions to be dictated by such as these…” Though his voice did not carry far from where he stood, Marzban fell silent when Thriti turned an angry glare upon him. “Still that tongue, or I shall tear it out by the root. YOU do not speak for the Khada.”

Turning away from the warrior, who had gone pale with either fear or rage – she did not care enough to determine which - Thriti once again cursed the damnable compromise that had forced the fool on her delegation, even as she was forced to admit he was not wrong. But they do not seek to dictate, only to find agreement; this perhaps the Tiridata will do. At the very least, she was sure it would garner his interest – for better or worse.

As other attendees spoke their minds, Thriti listened as intently as she had to Gideon. In a moment of quiet, she nods to the other members of her party and then stands to address the gathered representatives. “I speak in the name of the Law-Giver, first among the Khada. On the matter of faith, the will of the Khada is clear; in the Realm of the Godly, there are no gods but the Khada. Beyond those borders, those who come to understand this truth will receive the blessing and protection of the Khada; those who do not may live and die as they wish.”

The tallest member of the delegation, the bronze-skinned warrior Marzban speaks next, his voice harsh with restrained emotion. “I speak in the name of the Law-Giver, first among the Khada. On the matter of war, the will of the Khada is clear; the Realm of the Godly extends 300 kila from the seat of the Tiridata, in the halls of Angir. Within those borders, no soldiers but those of the Mharvad will be tolerated; those who respect these borders need not fear the blades of the Mharvad.”

The shortest member of the delegation, the fair-haired and fair-skinned Freni follows, her voice light and almost musical in comparison. “I speak in the name of the Law-Giver, first among the Khada. On the matter of trade, the will of the Khada is clear; commerce in the Realm of the Godly is the province of the Dalhaz. Within those borders, only the Dalhaz may conduct trade; the line of Shireen offers its services as intermediaries to any who respect the laws of the Khada within the Realm.”


In the interest of clarity, the Khada'haz use the metric system of measurement with slightly changed/shortened words:
Mila = Milimeter
Centa = Centimeter
Metra = Meter
Kila = Kilometer

[Lleban]

In the garden Hannibal was thrilled at Gideons speech, long had he feared that the south's ambitious merchants and conquerors would crush Baalbeks young mercantile empire in its crib. With confidence he claimed " The people of Baalbek have no desire to impose their faith upon the other nations of the south. In fact any foreigner can find safe haven in the city of Gao. If there is a document to sign, I Hannibal of the Baalbek will sign it." With a clap Hannibal's hands both a gaurd and a scribe appear with a box of papyrus. "We might not be able agree on much but at least we can draft a non aggression pact."


To the Khada’Aldul Delegation

Hannibal once again walked to the Khada'Adul delegation's his guards wandered about the court yard"Within the throne room you mentioned the possibility of trade, the reach of Baalbeks merchants expand every day, perhaps we could secure a resource for you in exchange for access to your legendary medicine."

[Mechalich]

Queen Amara stood beside the great beast placidly as her ladies bustled around her. They fit her with short leather breeches that covered her thighs, but left her calves and feet bare. She looked amused and stretched her legs in their unfamiliar bindings.

"I am ready to ride your honorable ibex, if it pleases you Princess Fena." She had long stopped trying to discern the woman's discomfort and just figured to take part in this ritual so that she may enjoy her refreshments and guests herself.


"As you wish your majesty," Fena placed one foot in the soft stirrups, loose and flexible, not like the tack on a warhorse. With a smooth motion she grasped the saddlehorn and pulled herself onto Skaram San's back. The ibex's feet shifted slightly at this addition of weight, but well-trained, he remained in place. Fena reached down a slender hand to aid the Queen in stepping up behind her.

The ibex made no protest at this addition. Though the balance was different, the two women together weighed scarcely more than an armored warrior would. Instead it was Fena who struggled with the unfamiliar sensations of being pressed against the Gehennan monarch. Fighting a return of tight nerves, she settled herself a bit by speaking. "One brief piece of advice, your majesty. The gait is not that of a horse, being much less smooth. Hold yourself loose and flow with the bouncing and it will be much more comfortable."

Grasping the reins in her hands, Fena gave a half-twist and a whispered a command. Skaram San began to advance at a walk. They moved slowly about the circuit she had arranged, taking the first circle carefully. It was an easy maneuver, and despite the many observers, built Fena's confidence. Towards the end she decided to give the people something of the show they had hoped for, and trust the Exalted to watch over her. "I suggest your majesty hold tight." She whispered, grinning, and pressed in with her knees.

Skaram San needed no encouragement. He was well fed and under the bright sun and bursting with energy after all the waiting. With the suddenness of his cliff scrambling forefathers he accelerated from a walk to a long, lopping bound in a single step, bursting around the circle with powerful two-legged strokes, long moments in between when all his hooves left the cobbles. He turned the circle sharply, sharp hooves finding tiny points of anchorage between the cobbles and sparking powerful reorientation across the angles. Head high, he rambled, barely conscious of the weight on his back.

Fena grinned wickedly as they came around and, invigorated, dared the plan she had not thought to try. An isolated merchants' stall, noted earlier, was empty of occupants, filled now only with its stock of rugs. A shaded silver and black canopy topped it, reaching as high as the ibex's withers. The princess turned Skaram San directly into its path. A pair of swift bounds and they were there. They timing was precise, and Fena missed it slightly, but the trained steed knew his craft, had done this task with arrows flying about him and the burning cries or warfare in the air. When the command came, his muscles were already in motion.

"Yaryat!" Fena snapped the reigns and the ibex leapt. He rose in an impossible vault that seemed almost completely vertical. Hooves snapped through the air a fingertip above the canopy as Skaram San cleared the obstacle and landed forelimbs first and then spun about, whirling his rear hooves as high as man's head, as he brought down the back legs. The ibex stopped with uncanny precision, barely skidding a handbreadth upon the cobbles. Fena laughed, caught for an instant in the moment. Only as her eyes latched onto the faces in the crowd did she recall just where she was and what she was doing. Desperately she turned back to the Queen, praying she had not gone too far.



Once everyone had made their way outside Gideon moved to the far end of the open area to a raised platform that had been set up for this occasion. Another tinkling of bells quieted the courtyard and directed attention towards the horned king.


“Rulers and Representatives of Alade, I humbly thank you for your presence here in Gehenna, sister kingdom of my own Zhentanna. It was the desire of both myself and my wife to lay eyes upon our brothers and sisters of these southern lands and we certainly have not been disappointed. However, it was not mere curiosity that drew us to invite so many powerful men and women to our home but the desire to secure through friendship and mutual agreement peace and safety for not only our people but all those represented by the crowns present here today.”

Gideon paused only a moment, surveying the crowd for reactions before continuing.

“Long has Alade served as a bastion for the outcasts, the unwanted, the outsiders who refuse to bend to the swords and words of Celessa. Alade holds the last bastion of Kunism who would oppose the finality of Ananda’s claim to Prophecy, it harbors those who practice the arcane and occult practices labeled pagan by the Shishiyan Church, and even among our number are those who adhere the tenets of the Shishiyan Church yet we all choose these freely, without threat of violence from crusading zealots. This expresses the truth of this land, a land where survival and prosperity of our people trumps the concerns of private worship and belief. This land can be harsh and unforgiving to those unfamiliar with its secrets but we all stand here in a brotherhood of those who have learned these secrets and mastered this difficult land. We each arise as kingdoms of compromise, of respect, not because we lack conviction, but because we hold such conviction to thrive and survive where so many would fail.”

“It is from this diametric mix that culture is formed and beauty discovered. All present here represent something new, something different spawned from this great southern landscape. It is my opinion that to throw this knowledge away, to dismiss these unique perspectives, would be a travesty. We are survivors, thriving where few could. We are neighbors already, closely bordered by those present. What I propose is let us be friends, let us ensure our own prosperity by the prosperity of us all.”

“I wish to propose an agreement, a loose confederacy between our dynasties and kingdoms that ensures those with whom we share Alade’s bounty will not suffer by the actions of their neighbor and by so doing eliminate the eruption of war between our kingdoms. Let us focus our efforts and desires together, working in unity to accomplish more together than we might be capable of apart. I would not propose anything drastic. This is our first meeting and we must discover if we are capable of cooperation, but I would propose three general principles we might agree to and lay the foundation for our future. To further quell hesitation in such an agreement I would propose a ten year duration whose conclusion we shall mark with another meeting of the Southern Conference for discussion of renewing, altering, or adding to our agreement.”

Gideon left only a moment for the murmurs to erupt and die down before continuing.

“First, I would propose an agreement not to pursue military action against any of those present by any so present. Let us discover the nature of the world and its inhabitants in Celessa without fear of our neighbor. Second, I would propose an agreement in respect to matters of belief and faith. We are all southerners, we are all distant whispers at the edges of the Shishiyan Church. While I do not believe the Church or its representatives will heed any request to remain at bay we can at least prove ourselves capable of respecting one another. Finally I would propose a respect for trade rights. In those regions claimed by a kingdom present at this conference let us ensure they are consulted for permission to conduct trade in their land. Equally, should any kingdoms present come to possess a land in which another already trades let them respect the trade of their neighbor without punitive demands on continuing their trade.”

“What I propose is a simple arrangement that ensures all our realms might prosper. I do not wish to dictate or have this Conference dictate edicts but merely establish a framework for southern cooperation. Let us all work with or avoid our neighbors as we see fit. Leave the stricter agreements to be arranged between kingdoms directly but let us move forward secure that we shall not see the banners of our countrymen rise on the horizon leading a host of war or face zealots bent on conversion in our lands. I see no reason these proposals should cause any present discomfort or unease but if they do speak now and be heard."

With that Gideon opened the floor to discussion among the southern kingdoms, hoping such conversation would prove fruitful and not doomed.

Fena would not give a response until after toweling her face and seeing to the welfare of the queen and her loaned ibex, which gave her some time to formulate a reply to King Gideon's words. She went over her wording carefully, waiting until many others had spoken before she circulated back to the King. "There is much of merit in your proposal, your majesty. Peace is a worthy goal, especially in hard lands. However, we cannot consider it the only goal, and sometimes, especially when faced with the agents of darkness, one must go forth to battle. Of your tripartite proposal we of the Yssa Mountains can agree fully only to the last. We are willing to respect trade and the dignity of traders with all peoples, even those who walk in the shadows beyond the light of the Exalted."

"With regret, I, and all of Yssa, can only consider the other two sections of this proposal with respect to those who acknowledge the Exalted. My father has demonstrated a willingness to extend the hand of friendship to our fellows Shishiyans, and also to the followers of Kunist and Sarvochist doctrines, but it is not possible to enter into agreements with truly pagan peoples. Though I do not think we have any reason to offer violence to any of the people's of Alade, we must be prepared to answer the Exalted's call if it should be raised."

"I suspect my words are not surprising, but ring with disappointment all the same," Fena continued. She was not without her regrets, these people seemed earnest in the desires and that was worthy of respect. "If you feel it necessary to exclude Yssa from further discussions I shall understand, though for preference I should like to remain and hope to demonstrate our good intentions at the least."

OOC: the second half of this post presumes the first half did not unleash catastrophe

[Rain Dragon]

Suika carefully and calmly paused her note taking and turned to the person of the Yssa Mountains, "I would like some clarification, if I may. So, is it that your people cannot enter any agreements with those not of the Shishiyan faith or one of its schisms, or as you said you must be prepared to answer the Exalted's call? There is an important difference between the two."

[m9p909]

King Gelges, smiled warmly as he heard these terms. He knew his people well, and had no doubt that they would deny these terms.
"As for me and my people. we would gladly accept these terms. It is our desire to grow with together rather then spend our resources competing, and in terms of trade, there is plenty up north if we cannot get enough in the south.

I must ask however what is to happen if a decree is broken, would one be allowed to drive out a foreign religion or malignant trader with military force, or would the terms demand that it be handled peacefully?"

[QuintonBeck]

Felipe listened carefully.
Military non-agression was certainly something worth pursuing. But he glanced at the Sheol king. Disturbing rumors of Sheol spies moving through the Isles and along the eastern coasts of the Peninsula Masico worried him. The ancient Sheol were arrogant conquerers, if the folklore was to believed. He was less certain of other Ilhueso-na who occupied the Cisco Brilhando.
The king spent more time on religion than on military, that itself was telling. Clearly he was worried about a new scalaguerra from the north.
Trade was exactly what he expected, an agreement to honor the efforts of each kingdom.

After the exchange between the king and Caligonia, he spoke up.
“We of the Ilhas Entenderes find fascination in religion. Discussion and exploration of the theology and philosophy is a great passion of ours. We would not seek to impose our beliefs as law upon anyone else, nor accept it being done to us.” He glanced over at the Sheol king briefly then turned back to the group at large.

“As for trade, it is our lifeblood. Our islands are not rich, but our sailors are strong and skilled. I will not forbid my people from attempting to trade anywhere, with anyone. But as their ruler, I can make them recognize that which each nation holds most dear. For those precious resouorces, I would be willing to require official consent of your kingdoms as part of any contract. Of course, I would expect the same consideration.”

“On the subject of war, I must be more wary than most. And for that, I say that a willingness to defend should never be seen as a threat to attack. We all must protect our lands as we best see fit.”


Out of character, I am looking primarily for plants and animals at this stage. I would be willing to trade my +2 to rolls for my remaining two slots for the same +2 from others. I really would like Zhentanna flowers and Gehenna owls





“I believe I would indeed find that pleasing.” Thriti turned her gaze fully to Gideon. “I have heard stories of the flowers that bloom in the desert of Zhentanna, but it has been several generations since more than a handful of petals have made their way to the markets of Aldhera. I would be honored to sample them with you and…tell you of the many pleasures to be found amongst the sands of Khada’Aldul.”


The Courtyard:

Taking her leisure on one of the cushioned benches with Marzban and Freni standing near to either side, Thriti signaled for the last member of her party, Farnavaz, to fetch her a goblet of wine as the tinkling of bells called attention to the raised platform from which the king of Zhentanna would speak. Clearing her mind so that she would be able to recall the words exactly as they were spoken for her master, Thriti listened intently to Gideon’s speech.

“Such foolishness! The Khada would never allow their actions to be dictated by such as these…” Though his voice did not carry far from where he stood, Marzban fell silent when Thriti turned an angry glare upon him. “Still that tongue, or I shall tear it out by the root. YOU do not speak for the Khada.”

Turning away from the warrior, who had gone pale with either fear or rage – she did not care enough to determine which - Thriti once again cursed the damnable compromise that had forced the fool on her delegation, even as she was forced to admit he was not wrong. But they do not seek to dictate, only to find agreement; this perhaps the Tiridata will do. At the very least, she was sure it would garner his interest – for better or worse.

As other attendees spoke their minds, Thriti listened as intently as she had to Gideon. In a moment of quiet, she nods to the other members of her party and then stands to address the gathered representatives. “I speak in the name of the Law-Giver, first among the Khada. On the matter of faith, the will of the Khada is clear; in the Realm of the Godly, there are no gods but the Khada. Beyond those borders, those who come to understand this truth will receive the blessing and protection of the Khada; those who do not may live and die as they wish.”

The tallest member of the delegation, the bronze-skinned warrior Marzban speaks next, his voice harsh with restrained emotion. “I speak in the name of the Law-Giver, first among the Khada. On the matter of war, the will of the Khada is clear; the Realm of the Godly extends 300 kila from the seat of the Tiridata, in the halls of Angir. Within those borders, no soldiers but those of the Mharvad will be tolerated; those who respect these borders need not fear the blades of the Mharvad.”

The shortest member of the delegation, the fair-haired and fair-skinned Freni follows, her voice light and almost musical in comparison. “I speak in the name of the Law-Giver, first among the Khada. On the matter of trade, the will of the Khada is clear; commerce in the Realm of the Godly is the province of the Dalhaz. Within those borders, only the Dalhaz may conduct trade; the line of Fralli offers its services as intermediaries to any who respect the laws of the Khada within the Realm.”


In the interest of clarity, the Khada'haz use the metric system of measurement with slightly changed/shortened words:
Mila = Milimeter
Centa = Centimeter
Metra = Meter
Kila = Kilometer



In the garden Hannibal was thrilled at Gideons speech, long had he feared that the south's ambitious merchants and conquerors would crush Baalbeks young mercantile empire in its crib. With confidence he claimed " The people of Baalbek have no desire to impose their faith upon the other nations of the south. In fact any foreigner can find safe haven in the city of Gao. If there is a document to sign, I Hannibal of the Baalbek will sign it." With a clap Hannibal's hands both a gaurd and a scribe appear with a box of papyrus. "We might not be able agree on much but at least we can draft a non aggression pact."


To the Khada’Aldul Delegation

Hannibal once again walked to the Khada'Adul delegation's his guards wandered about the court yard"Within the throne room you mentioned the possibility of trade, the reach of Baalbeks merchants expand every day, perhaps we could secure a resource for you in exchange for access to your legendary medicine."




"As you wish your majesty," Fena placed one foot in the soft stirrups, loose and flexible, not like the tack on a warhorse. With a smooth motion she grasped the saddlehorn and pulled herself onto Skaram San's back. The ibex's feet shifted slightly at this addition of weight, but well-trained, he remained in place. Fena reached down a slender hand to aid the Queen in stepping up behind her.

The ibex made no protest at this addition. Though the balance was different, the two women together weighed scarcely more than an armored warrior would. Instead it was Fena who struggled with the unfamiliar sensations of being pressed against the Gehennan monarch. Fighting a return of tight nerves, she settled herself a bit by speaking. "One brief piece of advice, your majesty. The gait is not that of a horse, being much less smooth. Hold yourself loose and flow with the bouncing and it will be much more comfortable."

Grasping the reins in her hands, Fena gave a half-twist and a whispered a command. Skaram San began to advance at a walk. They moved slowly about the circuit she had arranged, taking the first circle carefully. It was an easy maneuver, and despite the many observers, built Fena's confidence. Towards the end she decided to give the people something of the show they had hoped for, and trust the Exalted to watch over her. "I suggest your majesty hold tight." She whispered, grinning, and pressed in with her knees.

Skaram San needed no encouragement. He was well fed and under the bright sun and bursting with energy after all the waiting. With the suddenness of his cliff scrambling forefathers he accelerated from a walk to a long, lopping bound in a single step, bursting around the circle with powerful two-legged strokes, long moments in between when all his hooves left the cobbles. He turned the circle sharply, sharp hooves finding tiny points of anchorage between the cobbles and sparking powerful reorientation across the angles. Head high, he rambled, barely conscious of the weight on his back.

Fena grinned wickedly as they came around and, invigorated, dared the plan she had not thought to try. An isolated merchants' stall, noted earlier, was empty of occupants, filled now only with its stock of rugs. A shaded silver and black canopy topped it, reaching as high as the ibex's withers. The princess turned Skaram San directly into its path. A pair of swift bounds and they were there. They timing was precise, and Fena missed it slightly, but the trained steed knew his craft, had done this task with arrows flying about him and the burning cries or warfare in the air. When the command came, his muscles were already in motion.

"Yaryat!" Fena snapped the reigns and the ibex leapt. He rose in an impossible vault that seemed almost completely vertical. Hooves snapped through the air a fingertip above the canopy as Skaram San cleared the obstacle and landed forelimbs first and then spun about, whirling his rear hooves as high as man's head, as he brought down the back legs. The ibex stopped with uncanny precision, barely skidding a handbreadth upon the cobbles. Fena laughed, caught for an instant in the moment. Only as her eyes latched onto the faces in the crowd did she recall just where she was and what she was doing. Desperately she turned back to the Queen, praying she had not gone too far.




Fena would not give a response until after toweling her face and seeing to the welfare of the queen and her loaned ibex, which gave her some time to formulate a reply to King Gideon's words. She went over her wording carefully, waiting until many others had spoken before she circulated back to the King. "There is much of merit in your proposal, your majesty. Peace is a worthy goal, especially in hard lands. However, we cannot consider it the only goal, and sometimes, especially when faced with the agents of darkness, one must go forth to battle. Of your tripartite proposal we of the Yssa Mountains can agree fully only to the last. We are willing to respect trade and the dignity of traders with all peoples, even those who walk in the shadows beyond the light of the Exalted."

"With regret, I, and all of Yssa, can only consider the other two sections of this proposal with respect to those who acknowledge the Exalted. My father has demonstrated a willingness to extend the hand of friendship to our fellows Shishiyans, and also to the followers of Kunist and Sarvochist doctrines, but it is not possible to enter into agreements with truly pagan peoples. Though I do not think we have any reason to offer violence to any of the people's of Alade, we must be prepared to answer the Exalted's call if it should be raised."

"I suspect my words are not surprising, but ring with disappointment all the same," Fena continued. She was not without her regrets, these people seemed earnest in the desires and that was worthy of respect. "If you feel it necessary to exclude Yssa from further discussions I shall understand, though for preference I should like to remain and hope to demonstrate our good intentions at the least."

OOC: the second half of this post presumes the first half did not unleash catastrophe


King Gelges, smiled warmly as he heard these terms. He knew his people well, and had no doubt that they would deny these terms.
"As for me and my people. we would gladly accept these terms. It is our desire to grow with together rather then spend our resources competing, and in terms of trade, there is plenty up north if we cannot get enough in the south.

I must ask however what is to happen if a decree is broken, would one be allowed to drive out a foreign religion or malignant trader with military force, or would the terms demand that it be handled peacefully?"


Gideon was pleased to hear many of the assembled agree to the proposed terms and he nodded agreeably. He made note of the Khada'Aldul's proclamations of extent. He would need to see a map but if he was as familiar as he thought regarding the measurement system referenced but he suspected such claims led right to the borders of Caligonia. He did not wish to disrupt the agreeable proceedings however and vowed to remain silent for the moment. He would speak with the two foreign representatives privately in hopes of arbitration. Gideon's agreeable smile dissipated as the Yssa announced their intent to remain loyal to the Church's call above the call of peace between their neighbors. Wicked men who believed themselves righteous for praying before a slaughter. A a question arose from King Gelges that returned his attention to the agreement.

"If a kingdom who agreed to this pact were to break their word they would be voided all the protections of this agreement from all parties of this agreement. The offended could deal with the offender in any way they saw fit and such a dealbreaker would be subject to any number of retributions by those who saw such action as dishonorable."

OOC: For ease of agreement I propose the following as the official record of our agreement. For those agreeing to it please mention such in your actions as a sub-action of attending this event. :smallsmile:



Pact of the First Southern Conference of Alade

The undersigned as representatives official and supported of their represented kingdoms agree to the following restrictions and compromises respecting their fellow signatory kingdoms for a period of ten years to conclude in 1035 (Round 5).

1. No war shall be made upon the lands or people of the undersigned by the undersigned. This restriction is to preserve peace between our kingdoms but does not seek to limit military might or war outside these kingdoms.

2. To ensure peace sanctified by the first no efforts will be made to convert or proselytize in the lands of another kingdom without the clear authority of the receiving kingdom.

3. To ensure prosperity and peace merchants of a represented kingdom will require the permission of an undersigned kingdom to conduct trade within the borders of an agreeing kingdom.

So signed,
The Kingdom of Zhentanna




When the pact was presented Gideon found the Yssian representative. The young woman radiated a bold pride but a reservation hung about her. He did not doubt the lack of compromise towards her kingdom had not gone unnoticed. There was no Yssian Proviso to be found.

"Princess Fena, it saddens me that your kingdom cannot agree to peace with your neighbors but if such is the will of the Church of Shishiyan so be it. While I can appreciate your desire to extend peace only to those already within the Exalted's light it was my desire that with peace we might convert the pagans to the Exalted's with compassion and trade rather than by sword. As you know Zhentanna highly values the peace agreement brokered between yourself and my brother, Prince Jarah, as does the Queen of Gehenna. We will continue to honor such an agreement of course but do know that our desire for the peace, virtue of the Exalted, shall outweigh our devotion to Shishiyan or even Kunist script on proper worship."




Khada'Aldul and Caligonia Delegation

After the pact had been signed but before festivities had taken the representatives too far Gideon sent couriers to request the presence of Thriti and Kalus. If things went well Kalus could depart quickly and leave Gideon alone with Thriti while Amara sought out Urut. The prospective night encouraged his motivation to arrange an agreement between Caligonia and Khada'Aldul. The representative of the Khada had measured the dominion of her masters extending into the lands between Caligonia and Khada'Aldul. Rumor had it that Caligonia was preparing to march into those very lands or by some reports already had. Gideon was hoping he could head a violent encounter off at the pass.

The two representatives were politely escorted by the couriers to a private room off the main hall closer to the perimeter of the ziggurat. The room was kept warm by a bowl of coals in its center and plush couches and chairs circled the glowing brazier. Its walls and floor were the same silver as the main hall and they glittered slightly from the low light of the coals and a smattering of torches along the walls. Gideon was sitting in a heavily cushioned chair flanked nearby by two equally comfortable looking chairs which he gestured the two foreigners to. Sitting on a table between the chairs was a rolled cylinder of parchment.

"Thriti, thank you for joining me earlier than expected. I assure you our evening engagement remains in place regardless of the occurrences here. Kalus, I hope to take no more of your time than necessary and will ensure you return to the celebrations in pleasant company," Gideon smiled and glanced towards the entrance where a male and female of good proportions and little dress were waiting just beyond the archway.

"Thriti, your companion spoke of the claimed expanse of your Khada extending 300 kila from the city of Angir. I have taken the liberty of examining the maps of Alade," at this point Gideon unrolled the map on the table and placed an inkwell upon its corner, "I believe this falls into the lands between what your Khada now patrol and the edges of Caligonia. Kalus, I suspect you may know more of this but I have heard rumors of Caligonian armies marching into this region. If this is true it would seem we have a conflict, but it is my hope that this conflict can be avoided."

"Kalus, why do Caligonian armies march into this land?"

[Tentreto]

Khada'Aldul and Caligonia Delegation

After the pact had been signed but before festivities had taken the representatives too far Gideon sent couriers to request the presence of Thriti and Kalus. If things went well Kalus could depart quickly and leave Gideon alone with Thriti while Amara sought out Urut. The prospective night encouraged his motivation to arrange an agreement between Caligonia and Khada'Aldul. The representative of the Khada had measured the dominion of her masters extending into the lands between Caligonia and Khada'Aldul. Rumor had it that Caligonia was preparing to march into those very lands or by some reports already had. Gideon was hoping he could head a violent encounter off at the pass.

The two representatives were politely escorted by the couriers to a private room off the main hall closer to the perimeter of the ziggurat. The room was kept warm by a bowl of coals in its center and plush couches and chairs circled the glowing brazier. Its walls and floor were the same silver as the main hall and they glittered slightly from the low light of the coals and a smattering of torches along the walls. Gideon was sitting in a heavily cushioned chair flanked nearby by two equally comfortable looking chairs which he gestured the two foreigners to. Sitting on a table between the chairs was a rolled cylinder of parchment.

"Thriti, thank you for joining me earlier than expected. I assure you our evening engagement remains in place regardless of the occurrences here. Kalus, I hope to take no more of your time than necessary and will ensure you return to the celebrations in pleasant company," Gideon smiled and glanced towards the entrance where a male and female of good proportions and little dress were waiting just beyond the archway.

"Thriti, your companion spoke of the claimed expanse of your Khada extending 300 kila from the city of Angir. I have taken the liberty of examining the maps of Alade," at this point Gideon unrolled the map on the table and placed an inkwell upon its corner, "I believe this falls into the lands between what your Khada now patrol and the edges of Caligonia. Kalus, I suspect you may know more of this but I have heard rumors of Caligonian armies marching into this region. If this is true it would seem we have a conflict, but it is my hope that this conflict can be avoided."

"Kalus, why do Caligonian armies march into this land?"

"King Gideon, our army marched for three reasons.
The first is trade, we seek trade wherever we can, and we have much desired to have a source for camels and similar things from (39).
The second is defence. Caligonia is directly next to two of the largest militaristic realms of, if not just the south, the world. Without land to fall back to, a surprise attack could ruin us."
As of yet, neither Tychis nor Darkdm have signed up
"The third is exploration. We seek new lands like our forebears, and we thus wish to see whether, in the future, we can find our homeland or other new shores, where none may dispute our claim. The land was a means to achieve this end."

Kalus then turned to the Khada'Aldul delegation,

"However, we were unaware of the regions that our friends here were claiming as their own, and only now have we realised we may come into conflict. I have sent a messenger to hold our march so that negotiations can take place.

Thriti, I apologise if I address you wrong, but I believe that, echoing this agreement that has been made, Caligonia is willing to...recognise your historic legacy in the area if our traders are allowed access into it and are given your, or your Khadas' blessing. Although that would almost certainly be the broad underline of an agreement, there are certainly other things that could be drafted to our mutual benefit."

Kalus maintained a somewhat hard expression on his face. He viewed the situation at present as being one which could be utterly ruined by war. The whole agreement itself could unravel in the south. But an agreement that was mutually beneficial could help both sides.
Alternatively, they could just war constantly, but that would probably end bad for both sides. There was a reason Caligonia's western side was considered dangerous.

[Geckus]

After the pact had been signed but before festivities had taken the representatives too far Gideon sent couriers to request the presence of Thriti and Kalus. If things went well Kalus could depart quickly and leave Gideon alone with Thriti while Amara sought out Urut. The prospective night encouraged his motivation to arrange an agreement between Caligonia and Khada'Aldul. The representative of the Khada had measured the dominion of her masters extending into the lands between Caligonia and Khada'Aldul. Rumor had it that Caligonia was preparing to march into those very lands or by some reports already had. Gideon was hoping he could head a violent encounter off at the pass.

The two representatives were politely escorted by the couriers to a private room off the main hall closer to the perimeter of the ziggurat. The room was kept warm by a bowl of coals in its center and plush couches and chairs circled the glowing brazier. Its walls and floor were the same silver as the main hall and they glittered slightly from the low light of the coals and a smattering of torches along the walls. Gideon was sitting in a heavily cushioned chair flanked nearby by two equally comfortable looking chairs which he gestured the two foreigners to. Sitting on a table between the chairs was a rolled cylinder of parchment.

"Thriti, thank you for joining me earlier than expected. I assure you our evening engagement remains in place regardless of the occurrences here. Kalus, I hope to take no more of your time than necessary and will ensure you return to the celebrations in pleasant company," Gideon smiled and glanced towards the entrance where a male and female of good proportions and little dress were waiting just beyond the archway.

"Thriti, your companion spoke of the claimed expanse of your Khada extending 300 kila from the city of Angir. I have taken the liberty of examining the maps of Alade," at this point Gideon unrolled the map on the table and placed an inkwell upon its corner, "I believe this falls into the lands between what your Khada now patrol and the edges of Caligonia. Kalus, I suspect you may know more of this but I have heard rumors of Caligonian armies marching into this region. If this is true it would seem we have a conflict, but it is my hope that this conflict can be avoided."

“Kalus, why do Caligonian armies march into this land?"

Taking a seat in the chair to Gideon’s right, the leader of Khada’Aldul’s delegation glanced at rolled parchment on the table, wondering momentarily as to its significance before replying to the King’s greeting. “The pleasure of your company is not bounded by time, Gideon, though I do look forward to the evening.” The presence of Kalus of Caligonia provided Thriti with a reasonable idea of what had provoked the impromptu meeting, quickly confirmed when the unrolled parchment was revealed to be a map of Alade. And so he worries for the fragile agreement he hopes to forge in the south… precious man, shall you be hailed as the peace-bringer?



Kalus then turned to the Khada'Aldul delegation,

"However, we were unaware of the regions that our friends here were claiming as their own, and only now have we realised we may come into conflict. I have sent a messenger to hold our march so that negotiations can take place.

Thriti, I apologise if I address you wrong, but I believe that, echoing this agreement that has been made, Caligonia is willing to...recognise your historic legacy in the area if our traders are allowed access into it and are given your, or your Khadas' blessing. Although that would almost certainly be the broad underline of an agreement, there are certainly other things that could be drafted to our mutual benefit."

Kalus maintained a somewhat hard expression on his face. He viewed the situation at present as being one which could be utterly ruined by war. The whole agreement itself could unravel in the south. But an agreement that was mutually beneficial could help both sides.
Alternatively, they could just war constantly, but that would probably end bad for both sides. There was a reason Caligonia's western side was considered dangerous.

“Then it is well that all have chosen to attend this conference, is it not? For now we may avert any unfortunate incidents due to such a misunderstanding between our peoples.” Thriti nods to Kalus, a slight smile on her lips. “It is good that you recognize the word of the Khada, for to the Khada’haz, their word is more than mere law. That you show wisdom and respect should be rewarded in kind, should it not?” She taps a finger to her lips, the nods again. “Yes, I believe it should. Freni shall speak to those of your people who deal in matters of trade; she is of the line of Shireen, and so is able to conduct such affairs with those not of the faithful. They will assist your people in negotiating the laws and customs of our realm, to the benefit of all.”


In the Courtyard with Baalbek

Hannibal once again walked to the Khada'Adul delegation's his guards wandered about the court yard"Within the throne room you mentioned the possibility of trade, the reach of Baalbeks merchants expand every day, perhaps we could secure a resource for you in exchange for access to your legendary medicine."

Freni smiled and bowed in greeting to Hannibal at his approach, clearly pleased to have him follow up on their interrupted conversation.

“The Khada have granted the line of Shireen, which I am proud to claim as my own, dispensation to engage in trade with foreigners, so it would be my pleasure to assist your merchant caste in gaining access to the markets of Aldhera and all of the wonders to be found there! I don’t suppose your people have a steady supply of livestock, do they?”

I’d be happy to trade you access to medicine; would you be willing to take control of and hand over the last open trading post in region 48? We have a need for livestock, and as far as I can tell, that be the only source in all the land.

[Rain Dragon]

2. To ensure peace sanctified by the first no efforts will be made to convert or proselytize in the lands of another kingdom without the clear authority of the receiving kingdom.

3. To ensure prosperity and peace merchants of a represented kingdom will require the permission of an undersigned kingdom to conduct trade within the borders of an agreeing kingdom.

Sorry to be nitpicky, but I either do not understand some parts of the wording of these two or they are not worded the best. In 2), it limits signatories from conversion/proselytizing in any kingdom, not just other signatories/co-signatories. Further, not all of our (nations, for lack of a better word) are kingdoms. (Mine is headed by an Empress so while not an Empire in the rules is still an empire). I would suggest continued use of the term 'undersigned' in place of kingdom.

3) has similar issues while also seeming to need either approval from an outside kingdom one wants to trade with as well as an undersigned kingdom or just approval from the undersigned who one wishes to trade with.

Further, whether deliberately or by oversight, harmful actions that are not war are not covered. (Eg. Spies or assassins). I thought to mention in case it was intended to be.

[Tychris1]

The Rajmata was content throughout the meeting, her vagrant guarded eyes fell on each of the delegates one by one, her servants delicately and subtly amusing her with their inspection of so many foreigners. Some among her coterie even tried to emulate the postures or mannerisms of other delegate members, a smorgasbord of tiny impressions and subtle posturing. She rhythmically tapped her talons against her metal mask, paying close attention to every whispered word her translator hissed into her ear, and once she had come to a decision she turned to her servant and replied in kind. Standing up with arms spread wide, her translator began "The great and noble Arudra finds these terms most agreeable. Her holds have flourished thanks to expanding her sights outward and it is her hope that all of her people may benefit from such an arrangement. My Maharani is a fearless warrior like any Siskrati female should be, but the same cannot be said of all who inhabit the Burning Lands. They worry of foreign demons coming and defiling their lands and ways, leery of any agreement proposed by outsiders. My radiance Arudra is the Rajmata of the Viyashanka Confederacy and so hers is the voice chosen to shout out the voice of her people, but it is a voice comprising of many many minds. All of whom may not look as favorably upon this agreement. My lady, She-Of-Many-Murders will agree to your arrangement, for she thinks it very wise, and while she cannot promise the entirety of the Confederacy will do so aswell she will champion its merits when she brings it back home like she has championed many a master. With brutal efficiency, flair, and an unbending will. In her eternal hard-fought wisdom however my Maharani is ever vigilant for the glint of danger be it in a dagger or parchment and so she would like to bring to light the issue of political assassination and kidnapping. Provisions for military retribution in the event that such happens would go a long way in easing the fears and doubts of many a Maharani."

[QuintonBeck]

"King Gideon, our army marched for three reasons.
The first is trade, we seek trade wherever we can, and we have much desired to have a source for camels and similar things from (39).
The second is defence. Caligonia is directly next to two of the largest militaristic realms of, if not just the south, the world. Without land to fall back to, a surprise attack could ruin us."
As of yet, neither Tychis nor Darkdm have signed up
"The third is exploration. We seek new lands like our forebears, and we thus wish to see whether, in the future, we can find our homeland or other new shores, where none may dispute our claim. The land was a means to achieve this end."

Kalus then turned to the Khada'Aldul delegation,

"However, we were unaware of the regions that our friends here were claiming as their own, and only now have we realised we may come into conflict. I have sent a messenger to hold our march so that negotiations can take place.

Thriti, I apologise if I address you wrong, but I believe that, echoing this agreement that has been made, Caligonia is willing to...recognise your historic legacy in the area if our traders are allowed access into it and are given your, or your Khadas' blessing. Although that would almost certainly be the broad underline of an agreement, there are certainly other things that could be drafted to our mutual benefit."

Kalus maintained a somewhat hard expression on his face. He viewed the situation at present as being one which could be utterly ruined by war. The whole agreement itself could unravel in the south. But an agreement that was mutually beneficial could help both sides.
Alternatively, they could just war constantly, but that would probably end bad for both sides. There was a reason Caligonia's western side was considered dangerous.



Taking a seat in the chair to Gideon’s right, the leader of Khada’Aldul’s delegation glanced at rolled parchment on the table, wondering momentarily as to its significance before replying to the King’s greeting. “The pleasure of your company is not bounded by time, Gideon, though I do look forward to the evening.” The presence of Kalus of Caligonia provided Thriti with a reasonable idea of what had provoked the impromptu meeting, quickly confirmed when the unrolled parchment was revealed to be a map of Alade. And so he worries for the fragile agreement he hopes to forge in the south… precious man, shall you be hailed as the peace-bringer?

“Then it is well that all have chosen to attend this conference, is it not? For now we may avert any unfortunate incidents due to such a misunderstanding between our peoples.” Thriti nods to Kalus, a slight smile on her lips. “It is good that you recognize the word of the Khada, for to the Khada’haz, their word is more than mere law. That you show wisdom and respect should be rewarded in kind, should it not?” She taps a finger to her lips, the nods again. “Yes, I believe it should. Freni shall speak to those of your people who deal in matters of trade; she is of the line of Shireen, and so is able to conduct such affairs with those not of the faithful. They will assist your people in negotiating the laws and customs of our realm, to the benefit of all.”


Gideon smiled as Kalus and Thriti negotiated without rancor, "I am pleased to see this advancing without incident. If your realms agree to a fair partition of land and resources you may find yourselves becoming fast friends and allies. You who are so closely neighbored may find strength and safety working together. Caligonian mercantile sense rivals that of the Zhen while the armies of Khada'Aldul are legendary for their ability and skill upon the battlefield. I have no doubt your realms could prosper together if you wished it."



The Rajmata was content throughout the meeting, her vagrant guarded eyes fell on each of the delegates one by one, her servants delicately and subtly amusing her with their inspection of so many foreigners. Some among her coterie even tried to emulate the postures or mannerisms of other delegate members, a smorgasbord of tiny impressions and subtle posturing. She rhythmically tapped her talons against her metal mask, paying close attention to every whispered word her translator hissed into her ear, and once she had come to a decision she turned to her servant and replied in kind. Standing up with arms spread wide, her translator began "The great and noble Ardruda finds these terms most agreeable. Her holds have flourished thanks to expanding her sights outward and it is her hope that all of her people may benefit from such an arrangement. My Maharani is a fearless warrior like any Siskrati female should be, but the same cannot be said of all who inhabit the Burning Lands. They worry of foreign demons coming and defiling their lands and ways, leery of any agreement proposed by outsiders. My radiance Ardruda is the Rajmata of the Viyashanka Confederacy and so hers is the voice chosen to shout out the voice of her people, but it is a voice comprising of many many minds. All of whom may not look as favorably upon this agreement. My lady, She-Of-Many-Murders will agree to your arrangement, for she thinks it very wise, and while she cannot promise the entirety of the Confederacy will do so aswell she will champion its merits when she brings it back home like she has championed many a master. With brutal efficiency, flair, and an unbending will. In her eternal hard-fought wisdom however my Maharani is ever vigilant for the glint of danger be it in a dagger or parchment and so she would like to bring to light the issue of political assassination and kidnapping. Provisions for military retribution in the event that such happens would go a long way in easing the fears and doubts of many a Maharani."


Gideon was pleased to hear the Siskrati speak in favor of the arrangement. He worried that the loose band of nomads that comprised the Confederacy might not act as beholden as other, more centralized kingdoms might, but if the strongest of the desert tribes vowed themselves to uphold the agreement then it would most likely be upheld. As the Siskrati brought forward the issue of kidnapping or theft Gideon was caught by surprise. He hadn't even thought to include such a case in the document for he had assumed any such actions would automatically be in bad faith and leave little room for evasion. Certainly this document was not intended to protect the incompetent espionage of foreigners.

"A wise provision, easily accommodated," Gideon indicated an addendum to be made. He was certain none who had agreed would object to the additional provision and those that did showed themselves to be untrustworthy as allies.




Sorry to be nitpicky, but I either do not understand some parts of the wording of these two or they are not worded the best. In 2), it limits signatories from conversion/proselytizing in any kingdom, not just other signatories/co-signatories. Further, not all of our (nations, for lack of a better word) are kingdoms. (Mine is headed by an Empress so while not an Empire in the rules is still an empire). I would suggest continued use of the term 'undersigned' in place of kingdom.

3) has similar issues while also seeming to need either approval from an outside kingdom one wants to trade with as well as an undersigned kingdom or just approval from the undersigned who one wishes to trade with.

Further, whether deliberately or by oversight, harmful actions that are not war are not covered. (Eg. Spies or assassins). I thought to mention in case it was intended to be.



Pact of the First Southern Conference of Alade

The undersigned as representatives official and supported of their represented kingdoms/empires/republics agree to the following restrictions and compromises respecting their fellow signatories for a period of ten years to conclude in 1035 (Round 5).

1. No war or provocation (Kidnapping, assassination, or theft) shall be made upon the lands or people of the undersigned by the undersigned. This restriction is to preserve peace between the signatories but does not seek to limit military might or war outside the realms of the signatories.

2. To ensure peace sanctified by the first no efforts will be made to convert or proselytize in the lands of another signatory without the clear authority of the receiving signatory.

3. To ensure prosperity and peace merchants of a signatory will require the permission of the signatory in whose lands they wish to trade to conduct their business.

So signed,
The Kingdom of Zhentanna


OOC: The first line dictates that these following agreements apply to the fellow signatories not all kingdoms but I've edited it to be clearer and added some to rule one to address assassination/kidnapping/theft

[TheDarkDM]

Sheol

The High King occupied an entire bench of the gardens with his impressive size and the cold gaze that warned against attempting to share a seat with him. Still, as the festivities began he proved an amiable presence, the hard history of his kingdom pushed to the background by outbursts of mirth and periodic nomad songs to accompany new horns of Gehennan wine. Yet for all his revelry, there was no dimming in the light behind his eyes, no sluggishness to weigh down his limbs. And as the last representative save himself spoke to the Zhentannan plan, his might hand slapped down on the table before him, sending a shudder through the earth as he stood.

"Representatives of the south, it is with joy that I hear so many of you accede to peace. It is not easy, I realize, for some of you to take Sheol's hand in such matters. My father, my uncle, my grandfather - all failed to live up to the glory of their throne. To you, Felipe Eusebio Ventura, and to your people do I owe the greatest apology. Once your people and mine were of one cause, one body, one heart. My forefathers betrayed that union, choosing to cut hand from arm rather than suffer the ravages of plague and the uncertainty of the future. It was the action of cowards to abandon you, and while I hold no illusions it is my hope that in time we might begin to mend that grievous wound."

Reaching to the goblet at his side, Urut raised a toast.

"Sheol will sign! And as Sheol signs, so shall I vow that we shall reach out to other lands abandoned by our empire, lands left in anarchy and despair, and raise them up to stand alongside the peoples of this fine gathering."

Sheol formally announces its claim on Region 21, 22, 25, and 29

[PepperP.]

Amara and Fena

Amara's dark eyes sparkled from the excitement of riding upon the powerful Ibex's back. She realized she was still holding the foreign Princess tightly and relaxed, laughing as she dismounted as her attendants came to remove the alien breeches she had donned for the occasion.

"I thank you for trusting me to ride your sacred beast. Gehenna too, has an animal dear to us." She motioned her hand and the attendant Ianna came forward with an alert, medium sized owl clutching her protected arm.

"This bird is the descendant of my personal courier. Take it home to Yssa so she may bring you luck serve you well." The attendant held a leather arm sleeve in her hands and held it out to Fena as an offering.

Later

Amara sat in the shaded courtyard and sipped upon a glass of wine. She watched her husband behind shaded eyelids, a corner of her lips curved in a contemplative half smile. Gideon spoke well. He seemed to thrive on the attention and bargaining that this event had afforded him. She was pleased with his performance, so much so she couldn't think of a single barb gained from the occasion, which was irksome in itself. Her eyes fell to the other leaders as they all fell in line after his speech. Well, all but for Fena but that was to be expected for one with her reserve. At length, the giant Urut spoke, commanding attention with his very size and commanding presence. Her eyes found Felipe in the gathered crowd, curious at how he might take the apology, and eager to see where this new agreement would take the South.

[lt_murgen]

In the Courtyard with Baalbek


Freni smiled and bowed in greeting to Hannibal at his approach, clearly pleased to have him follow up on their interrupted conversation.

“The Khada have granted the line of Shireen, which I am proud to claim as my own, dispensation to engage in trade with foreigners, so it would be my pleasure to assist your merchant caste in gaining access to the markets of Aldhera and all of the wonders to be found there! I don’t suppose your people have a steady supply of livestock, do they?”



Pablo Fabiano Candido had spent his evening lingering in the courtyard. He was an Artista of the Traficante guild. An unassuming young man of mixed heritage, he blended in well with most of the functionaries and minor nobles attached to the various delegations. He had taken great pains to dress in elegant local custom, so as not to stick out. The Khada woman, Freni, was just the perfect subject to study. She was young, eager, and easy on the eyes. He found himself listening in on several of the conversations she had, casually eavesdropping.

Her discussion of cattle piqued his interest. He knew his Master Trafficante had just finished a trade deal to acquire cattle. If he could parley it into access to the fabled Khada medicines, it would be a huge step to his guild mastery. He waited patiently for the Balli representative to speak.

[PepperP.]

Much Later
by the side of the Ufratu
Amara, Gideon, Urut and Thriti

The night was clear and warm, the bright light of the full moon shone reflected in the great river. Amara and her husband stood with Thriti and Urut on a grassy riverside bank. House guards stood at attention nearby, though they were turned outward away from the river to afford the four a modicum of privacy. Amara faced the river, the waterskin that held the sacred waters of the Kutsamak lifted above her head.

"May the sacred waters of the Uftratu and the Kutsamak be joined in this night, even as the people of Gehenna, Zhentanna, Sheol and Khada’Aldul are joined by flesh and friendship and may our bound realms be blessed by this union on this night and every night so long as our rivers flow, and Varda shines her holy light down upon us." Her prayer thus concluded, the Divine Queen kneeled down before the riverbank and upended the the waterskin to let the Sheolim waters flow into the Ufratu. She set the empty skin down and arose from her knees, her heart thudding in her chest. She had not fed all day, and her hunger loomed large inside her and threatened to consume her wits. She looked to her husband then, and saw no cause for caution between them or those they had chosen to join them. Her confidence thus bolstered through her starved haze, she untied her cloak and slipped it off, folding it neatly as she set it upon the soft ground. With a greedy eye cast upon the giant, she swiftly removed what little clothing remained and stepped into the circle of his being, eager for his touch and to feed.

[lt_murgen]

To you, Felipe Eusebio Ventura, and to your people do I owe the greatest apology. Once your people and mine were of one cause, one body, one heart. My forefathers betrayed that union, choosing to cut hand from arm rather than suffer the ravages of plague and the uncertainty of the future. It was the action of cowards to abandon you, and while I hold no illusions it is my hope that in time we might begin to mend that grievous wound."[/COLOR][/B]

Reaching to the goblet at his side, Urut raised a toast.

"Sheol will sign! And as Sheol signs, so shall I vow that we shall reach out to other lands abandoned by our empire, lands left in anarchy and despair, and raise them up to stand alongside the peoples of this fine gathering."

Sheol formally announces its claim on Region 21, 22, 25, and 29

Felipe was surprised at Urut's words. Too startled even to respond at first. He fumbled for his goblet and hastily raised it in toast as well. Then the flow of pronouncements and accolades continued, and he lost his opportunity to respond. But he made certain to speak on it at the first chance.

"High King, " Felipe said, giving him the formal greeting of the islands. "Thank you for your words of reconciliation. My people will be glad to hear them. Peace and good relations with our neighbors is what we greatly desire. We look forward to trade and security with all of the other independent kingdoms to the south. It will allow all of us to grow and live as we see fit. Each in our own way." He put great weight into the last sentence.

[QuintonBeck]

Much Later
by the side of the Ufratu
Amara, Gideon, Urut and Thriti

The night was clear and warm, the bright light of the full moon shone reflected in the great river. Amara and her husband stood with Thriti and Urut on a grassy riverside bank. House guards stood at attention nearby, though they were turned outward away from the river to afford the four a modicum of privacy. Amara faced the river, the waterskin that held the sacred waters of the Kutsamak lifted above her head.

"May the sacred waters of the Uftratu and the Kutsamak be joined in this night, even as the people of Gehenna, Zhentanna, Sheol and Khada’Aldul are joined by flesh and friendship and may our bound realms be blessed by this union on this night and every night so long as our rivers flow, and Varda shines her holy light down upon us." Her prayer thus concluded, the Divine Queen kneeled down before the riverbank and upended the the waterskin to let the Sheolim waters flow into the Ufratu. She set the empty skin down and arose from her knees, her heart thudding in her chest. She had not fed all day, and her hunger loomed large inside her and threatened to consume her wits. She looked to her husband then, and saw no cause for caution between them or those they had chosen to join them. Her confidence thus bolstered through her starved haze, she untied her cloak and slipped it off, folding it neatly as she set it upon the soft ground. With a greedy eye cast upon the giant, she swiftly removed what little clothing remained and stepped into the circle of his being, eager for his touch and to feed.

Much Later
by the side of the Ufratu
Amara, Gideon, Urut and Thriti


When negotiations between Caligonia and Khada'Aldul had finished Gideon had politely seen Kalus back to the party before returning to Thriti alone. The two talked over a hot pot of Blue Tea whose soothing warmth relaxed the muscles and the mind. It had still been early in the evening when they had begun their shared evening and it seemed quickly the night slipped beneath them. When Amara had come in the midnight hours to fetch him he had still been with Thriti, talking and flirting but nothing more. Not yet. Gideon savored the temptation resisted.

Gideon watched now as Amara spoke her prayer and carried forth her ritual. They would bind now their kingdoms to Sheol and Khada'aldul as had been done with allies and kingdoms of the Zhen and Gehenite royals for centuries. Some kingdoms found alliance upon the battlefield fighting together as brothers in arms but the Divine and Material Kingdoms preferred to find alliance in the bedroom, as lovers and confidants. It didn't hurt that such practices satiated the basic urge so deeply impressed upon them by their lineage, to feed on the pleasure of another making it their own power. He watched Amara's cloak fall, watching her familiar body for a moment more before turning his gaze to Thriti. He untied his short robe and let it fall to the ground exposing his body to the night are. He reached out slowly for Thriti's own robe.

"May I?"

[Mechalich]

Amara and Fena

Amara's dark eyes sparkled from the excitement of riding upon the powerful Ibex's back. She realized she was still holding the foreign Princess tightly and relaxed, laughing as she dismounted as her attendants came to remove the alien breeches she had donned for the occasion.

"I thank you for trusting me to ride your sacred beast. Gehenna too, has an animal dear to us." She motioned her hand and the attendant Ianna came forward with an alert, medium sized owl clutching her protected arm.

"This bird is the descendant of my personal courier. Take it home to Yssa so she may bring you luck serve you well." The attendant held a leather arm sleeve in her hands and held it out to Fena as an offering.

Fena took the sleeve with the bird easily, pleased to discover the owl handled similarly to a hawk. "Your majesty is very gracious." She offered a smile, pleased things had turned out well. "Please know that my father and brother are both avid falconers, so your generosity shall be well received." She did wonder if the Gehennan queen had taken proper precautions. Her brother would inevitably try to breed this bird with one of his own, admittedly less impressive, owls. Of course, it was possible these free-wheeling southerners did not care.

She bowed to the queen again before passing the bird to own handmaid so she could see to the ibex.

When the pact was presented Gideon found the Yssian representative. The young woman radiated a bold pride but a reservation hung about her. He did not doubt the lack of compromise towards her kingdom had not gone unnoticed. There was no Yssian Proviso to be found.

"Princess Fena, it saddens me that your kingdom cannot agree to peace with your neighbors but if such is the will of the Church of Shishiyan so be it. While I can appreciate your desire to extend peace only to those already within the Exalted's light it was my desire that with peace we might convert the pagans to the Exalted's with compassion and trade rather than by sword. As you know Zhentanna highly values the peace agreement brokered between yourself and my brother, Prince Jarah, as does the Queen of Gehenna. We will continue to honor such an agreement of course but do know that our desire for the peace, virtue of the Exalted, shall outweigh our devotion to Shishiyan or even Kunist script on proper worship."

Holding her expression tightly, Fena bowed to the king. "With respect, speaking as a representative of the Yssa Mountains and his grace King Arzu Mazam I must decline to sign your pact. I assure you, and all the participants, that we have no designs for expansion into the south, it is simply impossible for us to consider Alade a region apart. Though we are born to the heat of the south, Amad was blessed with northern truth. So today we must stand aside." Pausing a moment, she added somewhat more gently. "The agreement made with Prince Jarah remains of great value to us as well. We shall maintain it. By all means, convert the pagans peacefully if you can, I wish you the Exalted's blessings in that effort."


Suika carefully and calmly paused her note taking and turned to the person of the Yssa Mountains, "I would like some clarification, if I may. So, is it that your people cannot enter any agreements with those not of the Shishiyan faith or one of its schisms, or as you said you must be prepared to answer the Exalted's call? There is an important difference between the two."

At this unexpected interruption, Fena bristled. Considering that it was one of the pagan delegations, it took considerable effort for her to hold back a bitter retort. She was forced to let the silence linger for a long breath before she felt ready to reply. "I do not believe we have been introduced, I am Fena Mazam, of the Yssa Mountains. As to your question, perhaps you see a difference but I do not. As we are merely simple herdsmen of the hills we take our word seriously. What purpose is served in offering an agreement another could supersede? I will not hold out false promises."

[Geckus]

Much Later
by the side of the Ufratu
Amara, Gideon, Urut and Thriti


When negotiations between Caligonia and Khada'Aldul had finished Gideon had politely seen Kalus back to the party before returning to Thriti alone. The two talked over a hot pot of Blue Tea whose soothing warmth relaxed the muscles and the mind. It had still been early in the evening when they had begun their shared evening and it seemed quickly the night slipped beneath them. When Amara had come in the midnight hours to fetch him he had still been with Thriti, talking and flirting but nothing more. Not yet. Gideon savored the temptation resisted.

Gideon watched now as Amara spoke her prayer and carried forth her ritual. They would bind now their kingdoms to Sheol and Khada'aldul as had been done with allies and kingdoms of the Zhen and Gehenite royals for centuries. Some kingdoms found alliance upon the battlefield fighting together as brothers in arms but the Divine and Material Kingdoms preferred to find alliance in the bedroom, as lovers and confidants. It didn't hurt that such practices satiated the basic urge so deeply impressed upon them by their lineage, to feed on the pleasure of another making it their own power. He watched Amara's cloak fall, watching her familiar body for a moment more before turning his gaze to Thriti. He untied his short robe and let it fall to the ground exposing his body to the night are. He reached out slowly for Thriti's own robe.

"May I?"


Much Later
by the side of the Ufratu
Amara, Gideon, Urut and Thriti


As the early evening passed in the company of the foreign king, Thriti found herself alternately amused and irritated with Gideon’s restraint. It had been some years since she had last engaged in such a game of words; since her ascension to the Eleventh, none but the Twelve would consider her attention anything less than an honor, and yet here she treated Gideon as….what? An equal? Thriti found herself both terrified and intrigued by the prospect; such a thought was heresy, but was it not her duty to not only voice the will of the Khada, but to interpret it as well? Their conversation, begun on simple matters but drifting into more complex topics, had already revealed several parallels between their modes of thought and belief – differences as well, of course, but fewer and less deep than she would have believed before coming to Gehenna. Had this been what the Khada intended her to see when they chose her for this duty?

At the riverbank, beneath the light of moon and stars, Thriti listened to the Queen’s prayer, savouring the words and intonation that she might repeat them in the presence of the Khada and carry the fullness of their weight and import. She could not help but wish that she shared some of the woman’s sensual beauty, but knew that she was closer in form to the Sheol king, though on a less grandiose scale – hard muscle honed to sharp edges instead of soft curves. Such thoughts left her as Gideon approached, shedding his robe and reaching out for hers.

"May I?"

She laughed at his question and pulled him in for a long passionate kiss, letting that stand as her answer. Despite the chill of the night air, Thriti's blood ran hot, and she knew…knew…that the Khada would be pleased with her choice tonight.