The First Technology Fair [Empire 3]

[Tentreto]

The First Technology Fair

Autumn 1033

Arriving at the University

For the vast majority of guests, the fastest way to reach the University is to travel by sea to the port of Outreach, and then travel to the University, just a small journey beyond it. Even for those travelling by land, Outreach is a good stop.
The road to the university is obviously new, yet is already well trodden. A few merchants, scholars and holy men travel both ways on the road, bringing in food for the upcoming fair, as well as many books, strange instruments, and other similar things. They all get out of the way for any large delegation. A few stalls have been set up at the side of the road, offering local delicacies such as ice, calves feet, and other seemingly exotic consumables. One enterprising innkeeper has set up a drinking area right next to the road, offering to fill up waterskins or containers.

After an hour, the outskirts of the University appear. Many small hamlets and inns, for those who work at the University, or for those who are just visiting, and have not found lodging at the University itself. After about an hour of walking, the guests will see the University itself, glistening in the arid sun. The University appears to be a walled settlement with moderately sized walls of sand coloured hues. Beyond this, are many smaller buildings, with white walls and flat roofs. In the centre, however, is a large towering structure, pure white in colour, accented with silver with a symbol of a crescent moon; the unofficial symbol of Caligonia, inscribed into the stone. This is the great debate hall, the hub of the University.

Just outside the University, the number of stalls and people increase exponentially, as the 'fair' becomes more apparent. Children run everywhere, singing is heard from all directions, and people seem to be throwing buckets of saltwater at each other. The main road is surprisingly unblocked however, and when a delegation passes a banner hung across the road, cheers go up across the crowd, who glance past the guards lining the area with polearms.

Upon arrival at the gates, the guards will assess the delegation, and then allow them to pass. The interior is far less populated, although the festivities can still be hear outside to a degree. Guests will be directed to the reception hall outside the debate hall. This is a large room, with a floor of marble, and large windows outside. Silver continues to accent everything across the room. Many monuments stand at the sides of the room, including one book. The room has a refreshment table at one end for guests to partake in. Furthermore, behind a few guards, a strange machine, with paper next to it stands.

Both King Anlos and Kalus Mensus are present here. The King is wearing fine, yet mostly plain robes of turquoise. He does however wear his crown, a golden circle, with a band of silver inlayed in it, and he has a belt which is in fact lined with gold. Kalus wears his normal diplomatic robes, although without his headscarf, his blonde hair is far more evident. Both are ready to greet guests.

[lt_murgen]

The Grasping Isles delegation was massive. Over two dozen ships had made the short costal journey to Outreach, in Caligonia. Each ship was filled to capacity with members fromeach of the 5 different gildes. The Tito Nicodemo had finally relented, opening up his formal delegation. Caligonia was a harsh place, and resources were scarce. But somehow they managed a great wonder. Everyone was anxious to see it. Work on the Ilhéuso’s naval academy was resuming, and if Caligonia could craft such a wonderous place, hopes were high for their own creation.
Felipe loved Caligonia, and the Calis people particularly. They had a love of the sea that matched The Ilhéuso’s own. They were good people, honest and fair traders and all around decent folk. He suspected that, long ago, either some of his people moved here, or some of theirs first populated the Isles. While he preferred the coziness of Pilm to the bustle of Outreach, this wasn’t to be a pleasure visit.

His people were told they were slack-rope; free to do what they wished. So only thirty or so were still with the main delegation by the time they reached the reception hall. The rest had dispersed into the fair itself. Felipe chased another dozen or so away, allowing only the most senior members of each gilde to accompany him. Prominent among them was Tito Octavia Calista Telma Aldina, presumptive future Tito Nicodemo.

He greeted King Anlos and Kalus Mensus formally, with the gestures appropriate to Caligonian and Ilhueso society.

[Lleban]

The Baalbeki delegation was lead by Abirami Harvarda. Formerly Harold Harvada, the Thulish sailor is the first foreigner to have achieve an advisory role among the council of elders. Now Master of Ships Abirami had a key role in the creation of the Baalbeki junk and leads a group of 15 notable artisans and craftsmen. Though the delegation only contained 16 people and their respective attendants, they arrived in Outreach, not in a singular galley as previous delegations had arrived, but in the most recent proto type of the new Baalbeki junk accompanied by 3 war galleys. While Outreach has a first rate harbor, the presence of ships from the grasping isles and size of the Baalbeki vessels necessitated that they dock 2 miles out from the city. Though the junk dwarfed the company of war galleys the council would take no risks with this new invention.

The trek from Outreach to the university was a pleasant one, though Abirami was practically drenched with sweat, while he had eagerly adopted a Baali name, he could never get used to the southern suns blazing rays.
Once they arrived many of the younger members of the delegation eagerly requested a tour of the campus while 3 elder craftsmen accompanied Abirami to greet King Anlos and Kalus Mensus quietly hoping not to disappoint his mentor.

Greetings King Anlos, Elder Mensus, it is an honor to meet both of you. I hail from the not so distant shores of Baalbek with wise men and knowledge to contribute. Let this assembly be most productive.

[Minescratcher]

Endero Hammer-Arm was amazed at the wonderful sights along the road to the fair. He heard muttering among his men, that it was a miracle that all of this was ready after just six years. He himself was more intrigued by the technology supposedly created here, but he had to admit that the Calis and Ligians certainly knew what they were doing.

The Nevite delegation had arrived in three large ships, packed with diplomats and soldiers alike. Many of the men aboard preferred to enjoy the festivities, and the king let them. There would always be time afterwards for their work to be done. Besides, the most important negotiations fell to him, given his letters of the previous years, and now he would have personal contact with King Anlos - and many other rulers, representatives, and diplomats besides. All in a good day's work.

The Nevites dispersed into the crowd as they continued, with Endero at their head. By the time he reached the reception, he was leading a mere ten guards and five other diplomats.

"Greetings, King Anlos. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am King Endero Hammer-Arm of the kingdom of Neveran, and it is my hope that we can ensure our mutual benefit from this gathering."

[Tentreto]

The Grasping Isles delegation was massive. Over two dozen ships had made the short costal journey to Outreach, in Caligonia. Each ship was filled to capacity with members fromeach of the 5 different gildes. The Tito Nicodemo had finally relented, opening up his formal delegation. Caligonia was a harsh place, and resources were scarce. But somehow they managed a great wonder. Everyone was anxious to see it. Work on the Ilhéuso’s naval academy was resuming, and if Caligonia could craft such a wonderous place, hopes were high for their own creation.
Felipe loved Caligonia, and the Calis people particularly. They had a love of the sea that matched The Ilhéuso’s own. They were good people, honest and fair traders and all around decent folk. He suspected that, long ago, either some of his people moved here, or some of theirs first populated the Isles. While he preferred the coziness of Pilm to the bustle of Outreach, this wasn’t to be a pleasure visit.

His people were told they were slack-rope; free to do what they wished. So only thirty or so were still with the main delegation by the time they reached the reception hall. The rest had dispersed into the fair itself. Felipe chased another dozen or so away, allowing only the most senior members of each gilde to accompany him. Prominent among them was Tito Octavia Calista Telma Aldina, presumptive future Tito Nicodemo.

He greeted King Anlos and Kalus Mensus formally, with the gestures appropriate to Caligonian and Ilhueso society.

Anlos smiles:
"It is an honour to meet you as well Felipe, I have heard of your naval yards. I hope they come to fruition soon. I hope you can stay your inquisitiveness. We shall wait for all the other delegations to arrive, and then commence the meetings. I bid you to refresh yourselves while we wait."
Kalus speaks up as well:
"If you are interested, in one corner, we have the book of the first voyage, detailing the journey of the Calis here around 250 years ago, from unknown lands to the north. I know that your people are also not indigenous to Celessa, so it might be an interesting read."

The Baalbeki delegation was lead by Abirami Harvarda. Formerly Harold Harvada, the Thulish sailor is the first foreigner to have achieve an advisory role among the council of elders. Now Master of Ships Abirami had a key role in the creation of the Baalbeki junk and leads a group of 15 notable artisans and craftsmen. Though the delegation only contained 16 people and their respective attendants, they arrived in Outreach, not in a singular galley as previous delegations had arrived, but in the most recent proto type of the new Baalbeki junk accompanied by 3 war galleys. While Outreach has a first rate harbor, the presence of ships from the grasping isles and size of the Baalbeki vessels necessitated that they dock 2 miles out from the city. Though the junk dwarfed the company of war galleys the council would take no risks with this new invention.

The trek from Outreach to the university was a pleasant one, though Abirami was practically drenched with sweat, while he had eagerly adopted a Baali name, he could never get used to the southern suns blazing rays.
Once they arrived many of the younger members of the delegation eagerly requested a tour of the campus while 3 elder craftsmen accompanied Abirami to greet King Anlos and Kalus Mensus quietly hoping not to disappoint his mentor.

Greetings King Anlos, Elder Mensus, it is an honor to meet both of you. I hail from the not so distant shores of Baalbek with wise men and knowledge to contribute. Let this assembly be most productive.
" It is also an honour to meet such a great sailor, and such a prominent people" Anlos replies. "I have heard rumours that you have built a ship to rival the caravel. That is certainly a great achievement. We shall wait for other delegations to arrive before we begin, so I ask that you wait here while they arrive. I suggest you partake in some refreshments as the sun is a cruel mistress in the south, and we have a long period ahead of us."



Endero Hammer-Arm was amazed at the wonderful sights along the road to the fair. He heard muttering among his men, that it was a miracle that all of this was ready after just six years. He himself was more intrigued by the technology supposedly created here, but he had to admit that the Calis and Ligians certainly knew what they were doing.

The Nevite delegation had arrived in three large ships, packed with diplomats and soldiers alike. Many of the men aboard preferred to enjoy the festivities, and the king let them. There would always be time afterwards for their work to be done. Besides, the most important negotiations fell to him, given his letters of the previous years, and now he would have personal contact with King Anlos - and many other rulers, representatives, and diplomats besides. All in a good day's work.

The Nevites dispersed into the crowd as they continued, with Endero at their head. By the time he reached the reception, he was leading a mere ten guards and five other diplomats.

"Greetings, King Anlos. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am King Endero Hammer-Arm of the kingdom of Neveran, and it is my hope that we can ensure our mutual benefit from this gathering."
"It is an honour to meet you in person King Endero," replies Anlos warmly. "It is certainly my hope that we all may benefit from this gathering. As I have written, I hope that great things may spring from here."
Kalus, who has been at Anlos' side, speaks up:
"Please your highness, we have a little while to wait before we begin, so feel free to look around the room, and refresh yourself. We will certainly have a long afternoon."

[Mary_Sue]

Allanar

Though eldest and heir, Princess Caelora had not been her mother's first choice to represent Allanar abroad. Happily for Caelora, Queen Lachiel was well occupied with more pressing concerns. Though she tried her best to please her mother, it was evident that the Princess did not share her family's patronizing attitude towards those not-elves, and in fact she found their general bustling nature quite intriguing. Mostly for observance, she told herself as she took in the busy scene. Not to join in herself. A slow smile spread across her small, curved lips. Well, perhaps she could join in a little.

A firm hand upon her slender shoulder dampened her enthusiasm a bit. She turned her head and caught the stern gaze of her grandfather. She straightened her posture as she did her best to emulate his detached expression. If only she had been allowed to choose her chaperones. The Princess stifled a sigh and turned from the fascinating stalls to the reception hall of the great university. Her delegation followed behind her as her Grandfather fell into step beside her. Though her inclinations might diverge from her mother's and grandfather's, she did not need their approval to attain the sparkling throne that sat atop the great tower of Nim in Siledorei. Despite this, she still very much wanted their approval. And so she strove to keep her manner aloof as she and her fellow elves were presented at the University gates.

Quite tall, Caelora was gifted her mother's true-red tresses and amber coloured eyes shaped like almonds. A mithral circlet wrought in sparkling flames rests between her somewhat long and pointed ears. She is clothed in airy garments, bright crimson stitched with silver thread. Her top drapes across one shoulder to flow behind her back and leaves her midriff bare and a long matching skirt that is well suited to the southern climate of Caligonia.

She waited docilely as her Grandfather presented her to the guards.

"Crown Princess Caelora of Allanar." His stoic expression did not change as his eyes scarcely deigned to fall upon the guardsman as he joined his Granddaughter to wait for attendance.

[Tentreto]

Allanar

Though eldest and heir, Princess Caelora had not been her mother's first choice to represent Allanar abroad. Happily for Caelora, Queen Lachiel was well occupied with more pressing concerns. Though she tried her best to please her mother, it was evident that the Princess did not share her family's patronizing attitude towards those not-elves, and in fact she found their general bustling nature quite intriguing. Mostly for observance, she told herself as she took in the busy scene. Not to join in herself. A slow smile spread across her small, curved lips. Well, perhaps she could join in a little.

A firm hand upon her slender shoulder dampened her enthusiasm a bit. She turned her head and caught the stern gaze of her grandfather. She straightened her posture as she did her best to emulate his detached expression. If only she had been allowed to choose her chaperones. The Princess stifled a sigh and turned from the fascinating stalls to the reception hall of the great university. Her delegation followed behind her as her Grandfather fell into step beside her. Though her inclinations might diverge from her mother's and grandfather's, she did not need their approval to attain the sparkling throne that sat atop the great tower of Nim in Siledorei. Despite this, she still very much wanted their approval. And so she strove to keep her manner aloof as she and her fellow elves were presented at the University gates.

Quite tall, Caelora was gifted her mother's true-red tresses and amber coloured eyes shaped like almonds. A mithral circlet wrought in sparkling flames rests between her somewhat long and pointed ears. She is clothed in airy garments, bright crimson stitched with silver thread. Her top drapes across one shoulder to flow behind her back and leaves her midriff bare and a long matching skirt that is well suited to the southern climate of Caligonia.

She waited docilely as her Grandfather presented her to the guards.

"Crown Princess Caelora of Allanar." His stoic expression did not change as his eyes scarcely deigned to fall upon the guardsman as he joined his Granddaughter to wait for attendance.

The guards on the gate had a quick cursory glance over the delegation. It was mostly a formality, as elves would never usually be seen anywhere near Caligonia, and even at that, the posture and presence of nobility was unmistakable. After looking over for any obvious problems (of which there are probably none) the guard captain speaks up and bows slightly:
"It is an honour to be in your presence Princess Caelora. Please follow my compatriots to the reception hall. You can meet King Anlos there and the other delegations while we wait for any others to arrive."
The Captain raps on the gate with his polearm a few times, and the gate opens inwards, revealing the pristine interior. A group of guardsmen and a Lieutenant stand ready to receive Caelora, and guide her there. As the delegation steps inside, a cheer comes from the revellers behind at another group going through. The gates slowly swing shut again, blotting out most of the sound. The interior is very clean and immaculate, with many white buildings, but almost eerily quiet compared to the sounds over the wall. It is only a short walk to the reception hall, and the guards very professionally escort the delegation to their destination. If Caelora is observant enough to see, a few servants and labourers who she passes almost stare, but very sharp looks from Lieutenant makes them quickly avert their gaze. A pair of double doors of solid oak, obviously imported, lead into the reception hall itself, which the Lieutenant knocks on to open, and then allows the delegation to pass through.

[Minescratcher]

"It is an honour to meet you in person King Endero," replies Anlos warmly. "It is certainly my hope that we all may benefit from this gathering. As I have written, I hope that great things may spring from here."
Kalus, who has been at Anlos' side, speaks up:
"Please your highness, we have a little while to wait before we begin, so feel free to look around the room, and refresh yourself. We will certainly have a long afternoon."


Endero bows formally before the pair. "Thank you greatly; I look forward to the beginning with great expectations."

He retains four guards, sending the other members of his group to mingle with the others. Standing near to the entrance, he observed the other delegations as they arrived.

[Lleban]

Abirami awkwardly searches the reception hall narrowing his eyes on the Neveresse monarch. "If it isn't the great Endero Hammer arm, how is the southern sun treating you ? Is it not marvelous what the Calis have assembled here ? What I find strange is that our nations have rarely interacted, despite our proximity.

[Mary_Sue]

The guards on the gate had a quick cursory glance over the delegation. It was mostly a formality, as elves would never usually be seen anywhere near Caligonia, and even at that, the posture and presence of nobility was unmistakable. After looking over for any obvious problems (of which there are probably none) the guard captain speaks up and bows slightly:
"It is an honour to be in your presence Princess Caelora. Please follow my compatriots to the reception hall. You can meet King Anlos there and the other delegations while we wait for any others to arrive."
The Captain raps on the gate with his polearm a few times, and the gate opens inwards, revealing the pristine interior. A group of guardsmen and a Lieutenant stand ready to receive Caelora, and guide her there. As the delegation steps inside, a cheer comes from the revellers behind at another group going through. The gates slowly swing shut again, blotting out most of the sound. The interior is very clean and immaculate, with many white buildings, but almost eerily quiet compared to the sounds over the wall. It is only a short walk to the reception hall, and the guards very professionally escort the delegation to their destination. If Caelora is observant enough to see, a few servants and labourers who she passes almost stare, but very sharp looks from Lieutenant makes them quickly avert their gaze. A pair of double doors of solid oak, obviously imported, lead into the reception hall itself, which the Lieutenant knocks on to open, and then allows the delegation to pass through.

Allanar

Princess Caelora acknowledged the Lieutenant with a nod and a faint smile as she passed into the relative quiet of the University. Her smile remained upon her face as she registered the gawkers. She paid them as much mind as she might servants in her own home, that is to say very little. Though she did make an effort to maintain an air of haughty mystique for their benefit, knowing it would be they who spread tales of their encounter with the enigmatic elves amongst their people. She felt her Grandfather's gaze upon her once again, he must know this was a game to her, and yet as long as she played well, she would not be called out on it. Seeing how long she could maintain the game was part of the game.

The delegation of Allanar approached the Caligonian King. She took it upon herself to speak, perhaps overeager to prove that she could handle herself in a diplomatic setting.

"Queen Lachiel, my mother, sends her regrets that she could not attend herself. She has sent me in her stead, Princess of the Mithral Throne. I am Caelora, Daughter of Flame and heir of Allanar." Her words, though comprehensible held a foreign lilt that was almost musical in cadence. It was clear that her native tongue was quite different from the common trade tongue they spoke now.

"This is my Grandfather, Uylerion Lightstalker, Bane of Shadows." Uylerion's expression warmed not, though he did bow his head slightly to the foreign King in respect for he who's lands they now stood in.

"Allanar thanks you for your invitation, Your Grace." She upended her palm expectantly. Her wait was a short one as one of her attendants placed a small sheathed dagger upon it. Caelora took it and slowly revealed part of the blade which sparkled in the light like the brightest silver starlight. The hilt was made of a solid dark stone which was engraved with a sun in the same mithral of the blade.
"May it illuminate your path and ever keep the darkness at bay." The Princess replaced the blade into the sheath and extended her hand out to the King.

[Aventine]

Four men enter the hall dressed simply and plainly. Three are elves, with shaved and heavily tattooed heads. The fourth, Prince Orgehk, has dirty blond hair and a much less extensively tattooed face, with a mix of human and elvish features. The elves scan the room for a few moments before the prince dismisses them with a wave of his hand. They find their way to one of the windows and idly watch the other guests, talking amongst themselves in their own language.

Orgehk hesitates a moment longer, glancing towards Endero and Abirami and considering, but then moves towards Anlos and Kalus, slowing down as he approaches and hanging back to give the F’aasari time to finish their introductions.

[lt_murgen]

Anlos smiles:
"It is an honour to meet you as well Felipe, I have heard of your naval yards. I hope they come to fruition soon. I hope you can stay your inquisitiveness. We shall wait for all the other delegations to arrive, and then commence the meetings. I bid you to refresh yourselves while we wait."
Kalus speaks up as well:
"If you are interested, in one corner, we have the book of the first voyage, detailing the journey of the Calis here around 250 years ago, from unknown lands to the north. I know that your people are also not indigenous to Celessa, so it might be an interesting read."


He nodded politely, "We await your presentation with patience, your grace. Until then, we shall indulge merely in admiring the splendor of your creation." He finished, gesturing to the building, and moved away to the refreshments.

As others arrived
He listened to the elves, and their pronouncements. Quietly, he smirked to himself. Titles were seldom worth the parchment upon which they were written. Still, they were a growing power along the northern shores of the Mar Barboleta, the Butterfly Sea. It would be good to formally meet them, once they were available. Princess Caelora was playing the part of the exotic dignitary well.

[Tentreto]

Allanar

Princess Caelora acknowledged the Lieutenant with a nod and a faint smile as she passed into the relative quiet of the University. Her smile remained upon her face as she registered the gawkers. She paid them as much mind as she might servants in her own home, that is to say very little. Though she did make an effort to maintain an air of haughty mystique for their benefit, knowing it would be they who spread tales of their encounter with the enigmatic elves amongst their people. She felt her Grandfather's gaze upon her once again, he must know this was a game to her, and yet as long as she played well, she would not be called out on it. Seeing how long she could maintain the game was part of the game.

The delegation of Allanar approached the Caligonian King. She took it upon herself to speak, perhaps overeager to prove that she could handle herself in a diplomatic setting.

"Queen Lachiel, my mother, sends her regrets that she could not attend herself. She has sent me in her stead, Princess of the Mithral Throne. I am Caelora, Daughter of Flame and heir of Allanar." Her words, though comprehensible held a foreign lilt that was almost musical in cadence. It was clear that her native tongue was quite different from the common trade tongue they spoke now.

"This is my Grandfather, Uylerion Lightstalker, Bane of Shadows." Uylerion's expression warmed not, though he did bow his head slightly to the foreign King in respect for he who's lands they now stood in.

"Allanar thanks you for your invitation, Your Grace." She upended her palm expectantly. Her wait was a short one as one of her attendants placed a small sheathed dagger upon it. Caelora took it and slowly revealed part of the blade which sparkled in the light like the brightest silver starlight. The hilt was made of a solid dark stone which was engraved with a sun in the same mithral of the blade.
"May it illuminate your path and ever keep the darkness at bay." The Princess replaced the blade into the sheath and extended her hand out to the King.

King Anlos carefully took Caelora's hand, and bent slightly to plant a small kiss on it. Standing up again, he used his other hand to pull out a silver pendant from his robes. The pendant is of a shield, a crescent moon and another symbol: Λ.
"And may the light shine at your darkest hour Princess Caelora" Anlos replied. "It is certainly an honour for a future queen to attend."
Anlos was certainly not a diplomat by background, so barely noticed any subtleties from Caelora. Kalus probably would, but knew enough to not disrupt it. It would be very poor form. Anlos turned to her grandfather, and returned the nod.
"And greetings to you too Lightstalker."
Turning back to Caelora, Anlos continues: " I trust your journey was not too arduous. Caligonia is harsh to both the fresh and the hardened. We will be starting soon, but there are refreshments available until then. I can guarantee that this will be worth your journey."

Four men enter the hall dressed simply and plainly. Three are elves, with shaved and heavily tattooed heads. The fourth, Prince Orgehk, has dirty blond hair and a much less extensively tattooed face, with a mix of human and elvish features. The elves scan the room for a few moments before the prince dismisses them with a wave of his hand. They find their way to one of the windows and idly watch the other guests, talking amongst themselves in their own language.

Orgehk hesitates a moment longer, glancing towards Endero and Abirami and considering, but then moves towards Anlos and Kalus, slowing down as he approaches and hanging back to give the F’aasari time to finish their introductions.

When the previous delegation moved on, Anlos saw the delegation from Karich had arrived, a relatively new nation to open itself unto the world. Kalus quickly mouthed the name of the prince to Anlos, so he was not on the back foot. Anlos draws a breath, then beckons them over.
"Prince Orgehk, I am glad to see you here at the fair. I trust your journey was not too harsh? I admit, I do not personally know much of Karich, but I see by your presence here you are certainly a forward looking Kingdom."

Any later arrivals I will assume have gone through the motions

After all the guests have arrived, King Anlos bids everyone to move to the debate hall. After everyone has filed in, the machine from the corner of the reception hallis pulled in by half a dozen guards and a young, but bright looking Calis. Anlos glances to the Calis next to the machine, then begins, talking from the centre of the hall. The architecture of the room enhances Anlos' relatively stern voice to one much grander:
“Welcome to all of you and your nations. I know many of you have travelled far. Today I bring you here for the first technology fair, which I hope shall continue for many years across the world.
In this age, we stand at the edge of a new era. As I speak, artificers, engineers, and many others work in their workshops, toil in their laboratories, discovering new technologies which shall utterly change our ways of life. Just recently, ships have been developed that can sail further than ever before. The aim of this meeting is to encourage trust and growth between our nations, so that we may all prosper together from these technologies, rather than live in darkness apart.
With the conclusion of a competition to stimulate new technology in Caligonia, a technology has emerged that will utterly change the way we communicate in this land. The man who created it I have raised to nobility for the sheer genius he has shown. Today, as a show of trust in the you all, I shall demonstrate what it can do. Pallus, if you please,”

At this, the man next to the machine fiddles slightly, then, with a loud whirring noise, paper goes through the machine, and, after a minute or two, it ends. These pieces of paper are quickly distributed by servents to all the delegations, two each. Amazingly, these pieces of paper all have the full contents of King Anlos’ speech, even his brief aside to Pallus. Furthermore, the ink is fresh, and they all appear identical. They are even slightly warm.

Anlos continues: “As you can see, this machine is able to create vast amounts of pamphlets and writing in a very short amount of time. In fact, over two-hundred pages can be created in less than an hour off a single press. With this, the news from religious leaders can be sent across the world in a matter of weeks, not months. Ideas from philosophers can be sent cheaply to every court in the land. Reports of battles in the Sunlands can be sent to any leader in the world far quicker than ever before. Mark my words, this will change the world.”


There is a slight pause while Anlos looks around the room, briefly catching the eye of every leader present.

“Now, while Caligonia would certainly be willing to part with such a technology, we would require something in return, or at least a promise of such in the future. I will answer any questions about the technology itself, otherwise, I will be in the reception hall, and will hear from any who are interested.”

After this, the machine is dragged out by a number of guards, followed by Anlos.

[QuintonBeck]

Bahram Salsu Ina Abahar second in line to the Material Throne and heir to Lavilin was demonstrating that despite his titles he was still just a boy dressed in man's clothing. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back trying to look like he understood the full implications of King Anlos' speech about this new machine. When the freshly printed papers were presented to him by a Cali servant he froze until one of his attendants interceded to accept the paper for him. The thirteen year old son of Prince Noham had been selected by his uncle, King Gideon, to represent Zhentanna at Caligonia's technological unveiling alongside a veritable cavalcade of attendants, teachers, and servants who had been selected by his uncle and father to ensure no lasting harm was done to Zhentanna's relationships abroad. Bahram felt smothered by it all but equally he did not wish to be alone. In truth he merely wished he had been allowed to select his own entourage. There would surely have been more scantily clad dancers than the zero his father and uncle had settled on.

As things were the Zhen delegation was likely to already be seen as somewhat scantily clad. The whole of the delegation wore bright shirts and short robes or skirts dyed bright by the Kunmer Tears imported from distant Gleiss. Bahram was dressed in a crimson vest over a loose white shirt tucked into a flowy orange knee-length skirt. He wore well crafted sandals of tanned goat hide and a necklace around his neck bore the six pointed star of Kunism (or archaic Shishiyanism) in iron. He bore only one other piece of ostentation a thin band of silver that rested upon his brow, just above his protruding grey-black horns, that along with his signs of the divine confirmed he was of royal blood.

Bahram looked around to try and gauge the other reactions. He had seen what looked to be a delegation from the Grasping Isles and the elves of either Allanar or Karich, though he knew not which, as well as a number of delegations he didn't recognize as easily. Zhentanna had been very busy for the last few years with ensuring peace in Gleiss and still the tales of raiders under a red flag still kept Zhen efforts focused far to the north. This business had prevented the small trade kingdom from engaging with the south though with the end of Gideon's Peace approaching it seemed likely that would need to change. Rumors from the reclusive and violent Viyashanka suggested the pagans were organizing to fight against the Church and its authority but no one seemed to know where the Kunists would fall if such a thing came to pass. So too were there the Laskist uprisings in the east which now edged closer to the turmoil being wrought by Slavian conquest. As Zhentanna continued to try and maintain a degree of order and cohesion amidst the chaos it seemed perhaps the southern kingdom had lost itself to the chaos and would be left behind.

Without consulting an advisor Bahram stepped forward, "I will offer your kingdom the first technology produced under my crown for this machine!"

[Mary_Sue]

Allanar


King Anlos carefully took Caelora's hand, and bent slightly to plant a small kiss on it. Standing up again, he used his other hand to pull out a silver pendant from his robes. The pendant is of a shield, a crescent moon and another symbol: Λ.
"And may the light shine at your darkest hour Princess Caelora" Anlos replied. "It is certainly an honour for a future queen to attend."
Anlos was certainly not a diplomat by background, so barely noticed any subtleties from Caelora. Kalus probably would, but knew enough to not disrupt it. It would be very poor form. Anlos turned to her grandfather, and returned the nod.
"And greetings to you too Lightstalker."
Turning back to Caelora, Anlos continues: " I trust your journey was not too arduous. Caligonia is harsh to both the fresh and the hardened. We will be starting soon, but there are refreshments available until then. I can guarantee that this will be worth your journey."


Princess Caelora's face warmed into a smile as King Anlos's lips briefly touched the back of her hand. Though the Lightstalker's expression had not perceptibly changed, she could feel the disapproval emanating off of him in waves. Ignoring him for now, always a dangerous prospect with her Grandfather, Caelora devoted her full attention to the gift that the Southern King offered her.

"What does that symbol mean?" She gestured to the triangular mark upon the pendant, more afraid of wearing something she did not understand than seeming ignorant to this stranger. After a moment's hesitation, she gathered up her long, thick hair and turned her back to the King so he might fasten his gift around her neck.


After all the guests have arrived, King Anlos bids everyone to move to the debate hall. After everyone has filed in, the machine from the corner of the reception hallis pulled in by half a dozen guards and a young, but bright looking Calis. Anlos glances to the Calis next to the machine, then begins, talking from the centre of the hall. The architecture of the room enhances Anlos' relatively stern voice to one much grander:
“Welcome to all of you and your nations. I know many of you have travelled far. Today I bring you here for the first technology fair, which I hope shall continue for many years across the world.
In this age, we stand at the edge of a new era. As I speak, artificers, engineers, and many others work in their workshops, toil in their laboratories, discovering new technologies which shall utterly change our ways of life. Just recently, ships have been developed that can sail further than ever before. The aim of this meeting is to encourage trust and growth between our nations, so that we may all prosper together from these technologies, rather than live in darkness apart.
With the conclusion of a competition to stimulate new technology in Caligonia, a technology has emerged that will utterly change the way we communicate in this land. The man who created it I have raised to nobility for the sheer genius he has shown. Today, as a show of trust in the you all, I shall demonstrate what it can do. Pallus, if you please,”

At this, the man next to the machine fiddles slightly, then, with a loud whirring noise, paper goes through the machine, and, after a minute or two, it ends. These pieces of paper are quickly distributed by servents to all the delegations, two each. Amazingly, these pieces of paper all have the full contents of King Anlos’ speech, even his brief aside to Pallus. Furthermore, the ink is fresh, and they all appear identical. They are even slightly warm.

Anlos continues: “As you can see, this machine is able to create vast amounts of pamphlets and writing in a very short amount of time. In fact, over two-hundred pages can be created in less than an hour off a single press. With this, the news from religious leaders can be sent across the world in a matter of weeks, not months. Ideas from philosophers can be sent cheaply to every court in the land. Reports of battles in the Sunlands can be sent to any leader in the world far quicker than ever before. Mark my words, this will change the world.”


There is a slight pause while Anlos looks around the room, briefly catching the eye of every leader present.

“Now, while Caligonia would certainly be willing to part with such a technology, we would require something in return, or at least a promise of such in the future. I will answer any questions about the technology itself, otherwise, I will be in the reception hall, and will hear from any who are interested.”

After this, the machine is dragged out by a number of guards, followed by Anlos.

Princess Caelora's eyes met her Grandfather's after the demonstration. He said nothing, but she could tell the foreigner's machine had made quite an impression on him. It was the prospect advances like these that had prompted Allanar's involvement in foreign affairs. Once the initial influx of offers was past, Caelora and her Grandfather once again approached the Southron King.

"Your press is quite... inspired." She brightened as the proper word in the foreign language came to her lips.

"Allanar will pledge our first similar advance as fair exchange for the knowledge of this press." Caelora looked to Uylrion in surprise as he interrupted her. He looked almost embarrassed that his realm had not yet produced a marvel such as this.


Allanar will trade the promise of our first E10 tech to Caligonia in exchange for the Printing Press tech. Military tech created with an M10 does not qualify for exchange. If the first E10 tech we create does not interest you, you may choose and wait for our second if you like.


He nodded politely, "We await your presentation with patience, your grace. Until then, we shall indulge merely in admiring the splendor of your creation." He finished, gesturing to the building, and moved away to the refreshments.

As others arrived
He listened to the elves, and their pronouncements. Quietly, he smirked to himself. Titles were seldom worth the parchment upon which they were written. Still, they were a growing power along the northern shores of the Mar Barboleta, the Butterfly Sea. It would be good to formally meet them, once they were available. Princess Caelora was playing the part of the exotic dignitary well.

Her Grandfather had been discreetly pointing out the different dignitaries present.

"Those people are Islanders from just South of our new holdings. Perhaps we should take their measure." Needing no further encouragement from her Grandfather, Caelora approached the Islanders and sought out their leader.

"Princess Caelora of Allanar wishes to greet your King." Uylerion spoke for his Granddaughter as she awaited attendance with a look of patient forbearance upon her face.


Four men enter the hall dressed simply and plainly. Three are elves, with shaved and heavily tattooed heads. The fourth, Prince Orgehk, has dirty blond hair and a much less extensively tattooed face, with a mix of human and elvish features. The elves scan the room for a few moments before the prince dismisses them with a wave of his hand. They find their way to one of the windows and idly watch the other guests, talking amongst themselves in their own language.

Orgehk hesitates a moment longer, glancing towards Endero and Abirami and considering, but then moves towards Anlos and Kalus, slowing down as he approaches and hanging back to give the F’aasari time to finish their introductions.

Caelora had been the first to spot their Elven brethren of Karich and had covertly pointed them out to him. They agreed silently and approached their western kin.

"I am Crown Princess Caelora of Allanar. I have heard much of our kin within the lands of Karich. I hope I have presumed correctly that this is you." Caelora had began her introductions quickly, lest her Grandfather dictate this conversation too.

[PepperP.]

Gehenna, Zhentanna and Caligonia



Any later arrivals I will assume have gone through the motions

After all the guests have arrived, King Anlos bids everyone to move to the debate hall. After everyone has filed in, the machine from the corner of the reception hallis pulled in by half a dozen guards and a young, but bright looking Calis. Anlos glances to the Calis next to the machine, then begins, talking from the centre of the hall. The architecture of the room enhances Anlos' relatively stern voice to one much grander:
“Welcome to all of you and your nations. I know many of you have travelled far. Today I bring you here for the first technology fair, which I hope shall continue for many years across the world.
In this age, we stand at the edge of a new era. As I speak, artificers, engineers, and many others work in their workshops, toil in their laboratories, discovering new technologies which shall utterly change our ways of life. Just recently, ships have been developed that can sail further than ever before. The aim of this meeting is to encourage trust and growth between our nations, so that we may all prosper together from these technologies, rather than live in darkness apart.
With the conclusion of a competition to stimulate new technology in Caligonia, a technology has emerged that will utterly change the way we communicate in this land. The man who created it I have raised to nobility for the sheer genius he has shown. Today, as a show of trust in the you all, I shall demonstrate what it can do. Pallus, if you please,”

At this, the man next to the machine fiddles slightly, then, with a loud whirring noise, paper goes through the machine, and, after a minute or two, it ends. These pieces of paper are quickly distributed by servents to all the delegations, two each. Amazingly, these pieces of paper all have the full contents of King Anlos’ speech, even his brief aside to Pallus. Furthermore, the ink is fresh, and they all appear identical. They are even slightly warm.

Anlos continues: “As you can see, this machine is able to create vast amounts of pamphlets and writing in a very short amount of time. In fact, over two-hundred pages can be created in less than an hour off a single press. With this, the news from religious leaders can be sent across the world in a matter of weeks, not months. Ideas from philosophers can be sent cheaply to every court in the land. Reports of battles in the Sunlands can be sent to any leader in the world far quicker than ever before. Mark my words, this will change the world.”


There is a slight pause while Anlos looks around the room, briefly catching the eye of every leader present.

“Now, while Caligonia would certainly be willing to part with such a technology, we would require something in return, or at least a promise of such in the future. I will answer any questions about the technology itself, otherwise, I will be in the reception hall, and will hear from any who are interested.”

After this, the machine is dragged out by a number of guards, followed by Anlos.


Bahram Salsu Ina Abahar second in line to the Material Throne and heir to Lavilin was demonstrating that despite his titles he was still just a boy dressed in man's clothing. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back trying to look like he understood the full implications of King Anlos' speech about this new machine. When the freshly printed papers were presented to him by a Cali servant he froze until one of his attendants interceded to accept the paper for him. The thirteen year old son of Prince Noham had been selected by his uncle, King Gideon, to represent Zhentanna at Caligonia's technological unveiling alongside a veritable cavalcade of attendants, teachers, and servants who had been selected by his uncle and father to ensure no lasting harm was done to Zhentanna's relationships abroad. Bahram felt smothered by it all but equally he did not wish to be alone. In truth he merely wished he had been allowed to select his own entourage. There would surely have been more scantily clad dancers than the zero his father and uncle had settled on.

As things were the Zhen delegation was likely to already be seen as somewhat scantily clad. The whole of the delegation wore bright shirts and short robes or skirts dyed bright by the Kunmer Tears imported from distant Gleiss. Bahram was dressed in a crimson vest over a loose white shirt tucked into a flowy orange knee-length skirt. He wore well crafted sandals of tanned goat hide and a necklace around his neck bore the six pointed star of Kunism (or archaic Shishiyanism) in iron. He bore only one other piece of ostentation a thin band of silver that rested upon his brow, just above his protruding grey-black horns, that along with his signs of the divine confirmed he was of royal blood.

Bahram looked around to try and gauge the other reactions. He had seen what looked to be a delegation from the Grasping Isles and the elves of either Allanar or Karich, though he knew not which, as well as a number of delegations he didn't recognize as easily. Zhentanna had been very busy for the last few years with ensuring peace in Gleiss and still the tales of raiders under a red flag still kept Zhen efforts focused far to the north. This business had prevented the small trade kingdom from engaging with the south though with the end of Gideon's Peace approaching it seemed likely that would need to change. Rumors from the reclusive and violent Viyashanka suggested the pagans were organizing to fight against the Church and its authority but no one seemed to know where the Kunists would fall if such a thing came to pass. So too were there the Laskist uprisings in the east which now edged closer to the turmoil being wrought by Slavian conquest. As Zhentanna continued to try and maintain a degree of order and cohesion amidst the chaos it seemed perhaps the southern kingdom had lost itself to the chaos and would be left behind.

Without consulting an advisor Bahram stepped forward, "I will offer your kingdom the first technology produced under my crown for this machine!"

Queen Amara had welcomed the distraction of the invitation into the Caligonian lands. They had not been in contact with their Southern fellows since the Conference, but the Caligonians had made an impression on her of a reasonable, open-minded people and so she was not surprised that they had chosen to share their ingenuity with the greater world. With her she had brought her niece and heiress, Laliyah Isten Ina Varda. A girl of thirteen and twin to the Zhen boy who was excitedly shouting offers for the new machine. She couldn't help but laugh at her brother's enthusiasm as she and her Aunt looked on. Amara smiled approvingly at the boy. He had nearly grown into a man, bold and confident. Laliyah looked at her Queen with a questioning look upon her young face. Amara nodded.

"Gehenna would also wish to barter for this... machine." In the excitement, she had forgotten what the thing was called. Amara stood by indulgently as she allowed her heiress to negotiate. She felt it was important to allow the girl experiences like these before she sat upon the Divine Throne. Amara had already assured the girl's reign would be a prestigious one in locating the new Temple in Isin, which would be Laliyah's seat of power.

Amara and Tito Nicodemo


He nodded politely, "We await your presentation with patience, your grace. Until then, we shall indulge merely in admiring the splendor of your creation." He finished, gesturing to the building, and moved away to the refreshments.

Queen Amara did not hesitate to approach The Ilhéuso and embraced Felipe familiarly. She pressed herself against the Islander closely and ran her lips along his neck, savoring his unique masculine scent.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Tito Nicodemo. I trust you received my gift?" Her smile was mischievous as she pulled away from him. She was well aware of unlicensed copies of the gift she had sent, and was amused by her notoriety for it. She was almost sorry Gideon was not here. Instead of uniting them, the long delayed birth of their son had driven them even further apart and his jealousy was always delicious.


Gehenna and Allanar

Queen Amara awaited an opportune time to approach the Elven delegation. She meant to thank Queen Lachiel in person for her aid in acquiring the beautiful mithral that was now being used throughout Gehenna and Tophet.

"Queen Amara of Gehenna to speak with the representative from Allanar." The servant Ianna announced the Queen's intentions.

[Lleban]

The presentation of the printing press was truly miraculous, many within Abrimi's entourage were comparing speeches search for errors, but none were found. Abrimi dreamed of the near endless possibilities this could bring to Baalbek, mass printed guides on Zenta martial arts, books recipes for oyster mushroom dumplings, and even guides on ship building. The sheer novelty of the press made Abrimi briefly forget his purpose here. Until of course, one of his students gestured to him with the large box. Abrimi raced to the front of the debate hall with his students to present another invention and brag on behalf of the council.

Armed with experience bragging in Thulish bars and in front of the council Abrimi yells "Kings, Queens, dignitaries of all ages I have come here on behalf of Baalbek to present a new invention. You may have seen a large ship outside Outreach. Unfortunately I can't bring her inland but i can show you THISS!!" The student opens the box revealing a model of the Baalbeki Junk, roughly the size of a barrel. Ambrimi flamboyantly gestured with his arms almost flailing in excitement "Come closer feast your eyes on the Baalbeki Junk model, this ship can have up to six masts, and being 220 by 110ft can house nearly thrice as much cargo as a galley. If that weren't enough, this ship is capable of oceanic travel far beyond the known edges of the world and can carry up to nine months worth of supplies."


To king Anlos

This is what i'd like to offer for your printing press, this and favorable trading rights to Baalbeki colonies.

So I'm offering this tech and the bonus for buying out trading posts in future colonies.

[Minescratcher]

After all the guests have arrived, King Anlos bids everyone to move to the debate hall. After everyone has filed in, the machine from the corner of the reception hallis pulled in by half a dozen guards and a young, but bright looking Calis. Anlos glances to the Calis next to the machine, then begins, talking from the centre of the hall. The architecture of the room enhances Anlos' relatively stern voice to one much grander:
“Welcome to all of you and your nations. I know many of you have travelled far. Today I bring you here for the first technology fair, which I hope shall continue for many years across the world.
In this age, we stand at the edge of a new era. As I speak, artificers, engineers, and many others work in their workshops, toil in their laboratories, discovering new technologies which shall utterly change our ways of life. Just recently, ships have been developed that can sail further than ever before. The aim of this meeting is to encourage trust and growth between our nations, so that we may all prosper together from these technologies, rather than live in darkness apart.
With the conclusion of a competition to stimulate new technology in Caligonia, a technology has emerged that will utterly change the way we communicate in this land. The man who created it I have raised to nobility for the sheer genius he has shown. Today, as a show of trust in the you all, I shall demonstrate what it can do. Pallus, if you please,”

At this, the man next to the machine fiddles slightly, then, with a loud whirring noise, paper goes through the machine, and, after a minute or two, it ends. These pieces of paper are quickly distributed by servents to all the delegations, two each. Amazingly, these pieces of paper all have the full contents of King Anlos’ speech, even his brief aside to Pallus. Furthermore, the ink is fresh, and they all appear identical. They are even slightly warm.

Anlos continues: “As you can see, this machine is able to create vast amounts of pamphlets and writing in a very short amount of time. In fact, over two-hundred pages can be created in less than an hour off a single press. With this, the news from religious leaders can be sent across the world in a matter of weeks, not months. Ideas from philosophers can be sent cheaply to every court in the land. Reports of battles in the Sunlands can be sent to any leader in the world far quicker than ever before. Mark my words, this will change the world.”


There is a slight pause while Anlos looks around the room, briefly catching the eye of every leader present.

“Now, while Caligonia would certainly be willing to part with such a technology, we would require something in return, or at least a promise of such in the future. I will answer any questions about the technology itself, otherwise, I will be in the reception hall, and will hear from any who are interested.”

After this, the machine is dragged out by a number of guards, followed by Anlos.

This "printing press" was truly revolutionary. It didn't need an economic genius like Endero to recognize that, and what's more, he knew there would be many competing claims for the Caligonians' favor. He thought quickly, before stepping forward to speak with King Anlos.

"Very impressive, King Anlos. I am pleased to see that your nation has such genius minds within it. Now, I know that often the demands of negotiation necessitate change, so before I make any further offer I would like to know whether you will honor our previous arrangement. You would be welcome to the Thiole trade, and would receive the first fruits of our own technological advancement, in exchange for the schematics of the press, as agreed."

[Tentreto]

Bahram Salsu Ina Abahar second in line to the Material Throne and heir to Lavilin was demonstrating that despite his titles he was still just a boy dressed in man's clothing. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back trying to look like he understood the full implications of King Anlos' speech about this new machine. When the freshly printed papers were presented to him by a Cali servant he froze until one of his attendants interceded to accept the paper for him. The thirteen year old son of Prince Noham had been selected by his uncle, King Gideon, to represent Zhentanna at Caligonia's technological unveiling alongside a veritable cavalcade of attendants, teachers, and servants who had been selected by his uncle and father to ensure no lasting harm was done to Zhentanna's relationships abroad. Bahram felt smothered by it all but equally he did not wish to be alone. In truth he merely wished he had been allowed to select his own entourage. There would surely have been more scantily clad dancers than the zero his father and uncle had settled on.

As things were the Zhen delegation was likely to already be seen as somewhat scantily clad. The whole of the delegation wore bright shirts and short robes or skirts dyed bright by the Kunmer Tears imported from distant Gleiss. Bahram was dressed in a crimson vest over a loose white shirt tucked into a flowy orange knee-length skirt. He wore well crafted sandals of tanned goat hide and a necklace around his neck bore the six pointed star of Kunism (or archaic Shishiyanism) in iron. He bore only one other piece of ostentation a thin band of silver that rested upon his brow, just above his protruding grey-black horns, that along with his signs of the divine confirmed he was of royal blood.

Bahram looked around to try and gauge the other reactions. He had seen what looked to be a delegation from the Grasping Isles and the elves of either Allanar or Karich, though he knew not which, as well as a number of delegations he didn't recognize as easily. Zhentanna had been very busy for the last few years with ensuring peace in Gleiss and still the tales of raiders under a red flag still kept Zhen efforts focused far to the north. This business had prevented the small trade kingdom from engaging with the south though with the end of Gideon's Peace approaching it seemed likely that would need to change. Rumors from the reclusive and violent Viyashanka suggested the pagans were organizing to fight against the Church and its authority but no one seemed to know where the Kunists would fall if such a thing came to pass. So too were there the Laskist uprisings in the east which now edged closer to the turmoil being wrought by Slavian conquest. As Zhentanna continued to try and maintain a degree of order and cohesion amidst the chaos it seemed perhaps the southern kingdom had lost itself to the chaos and would be left behind.

Without consulting an advisor Bahram stepped forward, "I will offer your kingdom the first technology produced under my crown for this machine!"

Despite the setting, Anlos almost smiled. The young noble had responded incredibly quickly before even his advisors had turned to him. He wouldn't be entirely surprised if Bahram had immediately seen the worth in the press, but youthful enthusiasm was seemingly apparent. Either way, his quick response had certainly focused minds, which was certainly a boon. Unfortunately the boy had worded the offer quite peculiarly. Bahran was second in line, so was not certain to rule the country by any means, and as far as Anlos, or Kalus for that matter knew, the only crown worn was by the king. When they met to discuss in the reception hall, Anlos weighed in.
"That sounds like a mutually beneficial offer. I assume you mean the first technology produced while you reign. Do you mean on the Material throne or in Lavilin? I would personally find it easier to guarantee simply the next technology produced as it does allow a little more flexibility in the terms."

1: Caligonia gives Printing press tech.
2: Zhentanna vows to provide the next Eco 10 they produce to Caligonia, or the one after if Caligonia finds the first not necessary.
3: Military tech can be provided instead, but is not necessary.


Allanar



Princess Caelora's face warmed into a smile as King Anlos's lips briefly touched the back of her hand. Though the Lightstalker's expression had not perceptibly changed, she could feel the disapproval emanating off of him in waves. Ignoring him for now, always a dangerous prospect with her Grandfather, Caelora devoted her full attention to the gift that the Southern King offered her.

"What does that symbol mean?" She gestured to the triangular mark upon the pendant, more afraid of wearing something she did not understand than seeming ignorant to this stranger. After a moment's hesitation, she gathered up her long, thick hair and turned her back to the King so he might fasten his gift around her neck.



Princess Caelora's eyes met her Grandfather's after the demonstration. He said nothing, but she could tell the foreigner's machine had made quite an impression on him. It was the prospect advances like these that had prompted Allanar's involvement in foreign affairs. Once the initial influx of offers was past, Caelora and her Grandfather once again approached the Southron King.

"Your press is quite... inspired." She brightened as the proper word in the foreign language came to her lips.

"Allanar will pledge our first similar advance as fair exchange for the knowledge of this press." Caelora looked to Uylrion in surprise as he interrupted her. He looked almost embarrassed that his realm had not yet produced a marvel such as this.


Allanar will trade the promise of our first E10 tech to Caligonia in exchange for the Printing Press tech. Military tech created with an M10 does not qualify for exchange. If the first E10 tech we create does not interest you, you may choose and wait for our second if you like.





The Symbol:
The pendant was in fact around Anlos' neck. "That is a unifying symbol of our people. The moon represents Lunala Temalta, and the beliefs of the Ligians. The shield represents the Almighty, and the ideas from the Calis. That symbol you wonder about is a symbol of unity and change. This pendant is worn by all kings of Caligonia as a statement of the need for balance, between all who live in this land."
Anlos didn't mind too much about her Grandfather, though he did suddenly realise he might have given the wrong signs by not showing the pendant was a symbol of office straight away.

Oops. This pendant was mentioned way back at the fox hunt, and was definitely not intended as a gift. Dammit Anlos!

The princess seemed a little stuck behind diplomacy and lacked a veterancy of trade and its application in Anlos' eyes. Her Grandfather however recognised the implications of such an invention, and had immediately made clear how much he valued it. Anlos smiled. "Those are very kind terms you give me. I will accept them. After I have talked to other delegations, we can sort out any finer details necessary in the back rooms. Allanar is certainly a great kingdom, and I hope such agreements of this will be beneficial to both of us."





Queen Amara had welcomed the distraction of the invitation into the Caligonian lands. They had not been in contact with their Southern fellows since the Conference, but the Caligonians had made an impression on her of a reasonable, open-minded people and so she was not surprised that they had chosen to share their ingenuity with the greater world. With her she had brought her niece and heiress, Laliyah Isten Ina Varda. A girl of thirteen and twin to the Zhen boy who was excitedly shouting offers for the new machine. She couldn't help but laugh at her brother's enthusiasm as she and her Aunt looked on. Amara smiled approvingly at the boy. He had nearly grown into a man, bold and confident. Laliyah looked at her Queen with a questioning look upon her young face. Amara nodded.

"Gehenna would also wish to barter for this... machine." In the excitement, she had forgotten what the thing was called. Amara stood by indulgently as she allowed her heiress to negotiate. She felt it was important to allow the girl experiences like these before she sat upon the Divine Throne. Amara had already assured the girl's reign would be a prestigious one in locating the new Temple in Isin, which would be Laliyah's seat of power.



Anlos was slightly irked that the young heir was attempting negotiation, rather than the queen who was standing in proximity. This was however about the least strained venue for a future leader to begin to learn diplomacy and negotiation, and Anlos knew he had had to start from somewhere as well, so he could hardly begrudge the Queen.
"Very well then Princess Laliyah. I suggest that, Caligonia gives construction documents and knowledge to Gehennan officials, to use in Gehenna as they wish. In return, Gehenna will provide knowledge and help with a future technology that they have developed to Caligonia, that is appropriate to use."

1: Caligonia gives Printing press tech.
2: Gehenna vows to provide Caligonia with the next Eco 10 they invent, or one after if Caligonia deems the first not interesting.
3: Military techs may be offered instead, though at the discretion of both parties.



The presentation of the printing press was truly miraculous, many within Abrimi's entourage were comparing speeches search for errors, but none were found. Abrimi dreamed of the near endless possibilities this could bring to Baalbek, mass printed guides on Zenta martial arts, books recipes for oyster mushroom dumplings, and even guides on ship building. The sheer novelty of the press made Abrimi briefly forget his purpose here. Until of course, one of his students gestured to him with the large box. Abrimi raced to the front of the debate hall with his students to present another invention and brag on behalf of the council.

Armed with experience bragging in Thulish bars and in front of the council Abrimi yells "Kings, Queens, dignitaries of all ages I have come here on behalf of Baalbek to present a new invention. You may have seen a large ship outside Outreach. Unfortunately I can't bring her inland but i can show you THISS!!" The student opens the box revealing a model of the Baalbeki Junk, roughly the size of a barrel. Ambrimi flamboyantly gestured with his arms almost flailing in excitement "Come closer feast your eyes on the Baalbeki Junk model, this ship can have up to six masts, and being 220 by 110ft can house nearly thrice as much cargo as a galley. If that weren't enough, this ship is capable of oceanic travel far beyond the known edges of the world and can carry up to nine months worth of supplies."


To king Anlos

This is what i'd like to offer for your printing press, this and favorable trading rights to Baalbeki colonies.

So I'm offering this tech and the bonus for buying out trading posts in future colonies.

Anlos winced slightly at the loud proclamation from the debate hall. Then he listened. A ship which could provide vast ocean travel, less difficult to construct than a caravel, and being officially unveiled here. It was certainly enticing.

Caligonia accepts the trade.


This "printing press" was truly revolutionary. It didn't need an economic genius like Endero to recognize that, and what's more, he knew there would be many competing claims for the Caligonians' favor. He thought quickly, before stepping forward to speak with King Anlos.

"Very impressive, King Anlos. I am pleased to see that your nation has such genius minds within it. Now, I know that often the demands of negotiation necessitate change, so before I make any further offer I would like to know whether you will honor our previous arrangement. You would be welcome to the Thiole trade, and would receive the first fruits of our own technological advancement, in exchange for the schematics of the press, as agreed."
" The agreement we currently have will certainly be honoured King Enklos," replied Anlos. "I have heard rumours of your future leanings in technology, and I will be happy to accept. Likewise, if you wish, you are welcome to establish yourselves in our own markets if you wish."

Caligonia accepts the offer, and will give a +2 at home for a few rounds.

[Aventine]

Before the demonstration


When the previous delegation moved on, Anlos saw the delegation from Karich had arrived, a relatively new nation to open itself unto the world. Kalus quickly mouthed the name of the prince to Anlos, so he was not on the back foot. Anlos draws a breath, then beckons them over.
"Prince Orgehk, I am glad to see you here at the fair. I trust your journey was not too harsh? I admit, I do not personally know much of Karich, but I see by your presence here you are certainly a forward looking Kingdom."

The prince laughs, a loud and jovial laugh. "We have spent much of the last few hundred years steadfastly ignoring everything outside our borders as much as possible. And that's only changing now because that lot" nodding his head towards the delegation from Allanar "started conquering everything in sight and scared our nobles like a bunch of frightened children. 'Forward looking' is not a term that I often hear used to refer to my people. We'll have to see whether that changes, yes? Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm eager to get a look at your machine: I hear it should be interesting." Orgehk gives Anlos a friendly (perhaps overly friendly) slap on the shoulder and moves down the hall to see how closely the guards will allow him to examine the press.


Caelora had been the first to spot their Elven brethren of Karich and had covertly pointed them out to him. They agreed silently and approached their western kin.

"I am Crown Princess Caelora of Allanar. I have heard much of our kin within the lands of Karich. I hope I have presumed correctly that this is you." Caelora had began her introductions quickly, lest her Grandfather dictate this conversation too.

One of the three steps forward and nods a slight bow. "Highness. Are correct, we are Ulaithek. I am Jitula Tlerjathc Ulaithadvaik. They are Droico Jetulelu and Liuthox Da'ak. Have heard of your mother: good queen, strong, warrior." The other two nod in agreement.

Orgehk walks up, having abandoned his examination of the printing press when he saw the delegation approach his companions. "Your Highnesses, I fear my companions are warriors, not diplomats. They will likely not make for the most interesting conversation, unless you enjoy tedious arguments over whose tribe has the better horsemen."

Jitula and Liuthox laugh, while Droico adds solemnly, "No argument. Is Ulaithadvek." Which causes Jitula to laugh harder, while Liuthox frowns and the prince responds with a quick "Nag rithet"

"My apologies, Your Highnesses."

Orgehk is the prince who was sent to establish the embassy, so he would have spent most of the last couple years in Allanar. I'm not sure if he would have had much contact with Caelora or her grandfather.


After the demonstration

Orgehk hung back to watch the reactions of the other delegations before approaching Anlos himself. "I fear my people are not well poised to fully take advantage of your clever new device. Might I consider your offer to remain standing, and when there is more possibility for a mutually beneficial arrangement to be made that you will be receptive?"

[lt_murgen]

"Those people are Islanders from just South of our new holdings. Perhaps we should take their measure." Needing no further encouragement from her Grandfather, Caelora approached the Islanders and sought out their leader.

"Princess Caelora of Allanar wishes to greet your King." Uylerion spoke for his Granddaughter as she awaited attendance with a look of patient forbearance upon her face.

The Tito Nicodemo smiled and approached the princess. He made the traditional Ilhéuso greeting of peace- arms crossed, fingers touching opposite shoulders, chin raised and eyes closed for a moment. "Princess Caelora of Allanar. I am Felipe Eusebio Ventura, Tito Nicodemo of the Ilhas Entendres, the Grasping Isles. It pleases me to be in your presence."

He resumed a more normal posture, and continued, "The resurgence of your people along the body of the Butterfly Sea is a blessing. May your people have a long, stable, and peaceful reign."



Queen Amara did not hesitate to approach The Ilhéuso and embraced Felipe familiarly. She pressed herself against the Islander closely and ran her lips along his neck, savoring his unique masculine scent.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Tito Nicodemo. I trust you received my gift?" Her smile was mischievous as she pulled away from him. She was well aware of unlicensed copies of the gift she had sent, and was amused by her notoriety for it.

Felipe always enjoyed the attentions of Queen Amara. Intellectually, he understood their close embrace was to show familiarity and acceptance. Maintaining the appropriate proximity between people was a huge cultural thing among the desert people of the south. But there were other portions of his anatomy who insisted on other, far more intimate, connotations.

"It was greatly appreciated, and it has found a place of honor in my private office. I must admit it was a far superior gift that the Wollbom lace, judging by how little of it you wore for the painting." He teased. "But, as always, paintings fail to capture your truly radiant beauty.


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Note- Ricardo Montalban was born 1920, this was filmed in 1967. Felipe was born in 977, this event was 1033. So a observant person might notice some gray roots in need of re-dying.

[Mary_Sue]

Allanar



Gehenna and Allanar

Queen Amara awaited an opportune time to approach the Elven delegation. She meant to thank Queen Lachiel in person for her aid in acquiring the beautiful mithral that was now being used throughout Gehenna and Tophet.

"Queen Amara of Gehenna to speak with the representative from Allanar." The servant Ianna announced the Queen's intentions.

Uylerion bent to Caelora's ear to whisper in their native tongue the details of Gehenna's location and their previous contact with the Southern realm. Caelora regarded the horned woman with some interest. Tales of the illicit illustrations had reached even Allanar, though she had not seen the tablet herself, though there were those within her lands who would claim to have. She fixed her face with a polite smile.

"Well met, Queen Amara. May you walk in the path of Light." She inclined her head to the foreign Queen as her Grandfather looked on impassively.

"Regretfully, my mother the Queen is not in attendance. I am the Crown Princess of Allanar, Caelora. Might I be of service to you, Your Grace?" She spoke politely, though her eyes kept slipping to Amara's horns curiously. She was clearly human, but yet not. The half-elves of Karich were half elf and half human, what was in Gehennan ancestry that gave them horns?


The presentation of the printing press was truly miraculous, many within Abrimi's entourage were comparing speeches search for errors, but none were found. Abrimi dreamed of the near endless possibilities this could bring to Baalbek, mass printed guides on Zenta martial arts, books recipes for oyster mushroom dumplings, and even guides on ship building. The sheer novelty of the press made Abrimi briefly forget his purpose here. Until of course, one of his students gestured to him with the large box. Abrimi raced to the front of the debate hall with his students to present another invention and brag on behalf of the council.

Armed with experience bragging in Thulish bars and in front of the council Abrimi yells "Kings, Queens, dignitaries of all ages I have come here on behalf of Baalbek to present a new invention. You may have seen a large ship outside Outreach. Unfortunately I can't bring her inland but i can show you THISS!!" The student opens the box revealing a model of the Baalbeki Junk, roughly the size of a barrel. Ambrimi flamboyantly gestured with his arms almost flailing in excitement "Come closer feast your eyes on the Baalbeki Junk model, this ship can have up to six masts, and being 220 by 110ft can house nearly thrice as much cargo as a galley. If that weren't enough, this ship is capable of oceanic travel far beyond the known edges of the world and can carry up to nine months worth of supplies."

Caelora glanced at her Grandfather with raised eyebrows at the Baalbeki's outburst. He returned the glance and nodded almost imperceptibly. What a fascinating experience this was turning out to be. At an opportune moment, Caelora and Uylerion approached the young man.

"Crown Princess Caelora of Allanar whishes to speak with the representative from Baalbek." Caelora waited impatiently as her Grandfather insisted upon proper protocols and etiquette. She supposed to must get used to people introducing her, but for now her patience with it was well frayed.



The Symbol:
The pendant was in fact around Anlos' neck. "That is a unifying symbol of our people. The moon represents Lunala Temalta, and the beliefs of the Ligians. The shield represents the Almighty, and the ideas from the Calis. That symbol you wonder about is a symbol of unity and change. This pendant is worn by all kings of Caligonia as a statement of the need for balance, between all who live in this land."
Anlos didn't mind too much about her Grandfather, though he did suddenly realise he might have given the wrong signs by not showing the pendant was a symbol of office straight away.

Oops. This pendant was mentioned way back at the fox hunt, and was definitely not intended as a gift. Dammit Anlos!

The Lightstalker's expression remained stoic as his Granddaughter erroneously interpreted the Caligonian King's words.

"It is no gift, child." He spoke to her in their native tongue.

"Turn around."

"Oh..." Caelora released her hair and turned around, her face reddened with embarassment.

"Pardon me, Your Grace. I have not yet fully mastered the trade tongue."



The princess seemed a little stuck behind diplomacy and lacked a veterancy of trade and its application in Anlos' eyes. Her Grandfather however recognised the implications of such an invention, and had immediately made clear how much he valued it. Anlos smiled. "Those are very kind terms you give me. I will accept them. After I have talked to other delegations, we can sort out any finer details necessary in the back rooms. Allanar is certainly a great kingdom, and I hope such agreements of this will be beneficial to both of us."

Uylerion gave a rare bow of his head to King Anlos's kind words.

"Allanar thanks you. We hope this deal will benefit us both, and look forward to continuing relations in the future." Caelora tried, if somewhat unsuccessfully, to hide her surprise at her Grandfather's words. He was being positively effusive, for the Lightstalker. This Press must really be something.

Allanar agrees to terms, with thanks.


Before the demonstration

One of the three steps forward and nods a slight bow. [color=#456898]"Highness. Are correct, we are Ulaithek. I am Jitula Tlerjathc Ulaithadvaik. They are Droico Jetulelu and Liuthox Da'ak. Have heard of your mother: good queen, strong, warrior." The other two nod in agreement.

Orgehk walks up, having abandoned his examination of the printing press when he saw the delegation approach his companions. "Your Highnesses, I fear my companions are warriors, not diplomats. They will likely not make for the most interesting conversation, unless you enjoy tedious arguments over whose tribe has the better horsemen."

Jitula and Liuthox laugh, while Droico adds solemnly, "No argument. Is Ulaithadvek." Which causes Jitula to laugh harder, while Liuthox frowns and the prince responds with a quick "Nag rithet"

"My apologies, Your Highnesses."

Orgehk is the prince who was sent to establish the embassy, so he would have spent most of the last couple years in Allanar. I'm not sure if he would have had much contact with Caelora or her grandfather.

Caelora's uncertain smile turned proud when her cousin Elves spoke their admiration of her mother.

"I thank you for your kind words about my mother and Queen. She is a credit to Elvenkind." Her eyes turned to her Grandfather who's face had taken on a satisfied expression. It seemed she was not alone in her pride of her mother's accomplishments.

"No apologies are necessary, Prince Orgehk. I regret we have not had more occasion to speak in Allanar. Perhaps we might take dinner together once we are back in Siledorei." Her Grandfather cleared his throat next to her. Disapproval at her forwardness or a wish to join the conversation?

"This is my Grandfather, Lord Uylerion Lightstalker, Bane of Shadows. He's only recently returned to Siledorei from work in our new holdings abroad." The stern man nodded his head in greeting.

"A pleasure to meet our kin from the west. I am sure we will have more time to speak in Siledorei, as my Granddaughter suggests." Disapproval it was, she thought to herself with a mental shrug as she fought to keep a mischievous grin from her lips.


The Tito Nicodemo smiled and approached the princess. He made the traditional Ilhéuso greeting of peace- arms crossed, fingers touching opposite shoulders, chin raised and eyes closed for a moment. "Princess Caelora of Allanar. I am Felipe Eusebio Ventura, Tito Nicodemo of the Ilhas Entendres, the Grasping Isles. It pleases me to be in your presence."

He resumed a more normal posture, and continued, "The resurgence of your people along the body of the Butterfly Sea is a blessing. May your people have a long, stable, and peaceful reign."

Princess Caelora watched on attentively at the Islander's traditional greeting.

"It is likewise a pleasure to be in your presence Tito Nicodemo." She paused minutely before she crossed her arms in a fair mimic of his greeting.

"Butterfly Sea, what a lovely name for it." Her face warmed as she smiled at the older King.

"Long may your people flourish upon it." She returned his well wishes.

"I admit to being quite curious as to your Island culture. It would seem such a separation from other powers might render a people rather insular, and yet you are here and welcoming to meet with foreigners. I would learn more of your people, if I was permitted." Uylerion stood by silently, though she could feel waves of disapproval emanating off of him.

[Rain Dragon]

Xin Kun

The three Ten Len spent quite some time examining and discussing among themselves the pieces of paper produced by the machine. "As it is, it lacks the soul of writing by hand, though I am not familiar with how foreigners feel about such things." the male Ten Len who was a little shorter than his companions mused.
The only woman of the group tapped her fan against her palm in thought as she said, "Though the ability for mass production of the written word cannot be understated, your Majesty."
"Indeed, it would greatly improve many things within Xin Kun were we to have access to such a creation."
"Education, for example." the other male Ten Len noted as he swept his long green tipped teal hair behind his shoulder, "It would be much quicker to create books with it, your majesty."
The shorter Ten Len gestured toward a scroll lying near the group, "It would have to be adapted. Our writing system has thousands of characters, whereas the trade language has relatively few. I don't doubt it would be of use to us in the future."
"This is true."

[PepperP.]

Gehenna and Baalbek


The presentation of the printing press was truly miraculous, many within Abrimi's entourage were comparing speeches search for errors, but none were found. Abrimi dreamed of the near endless possibilities this could bring to Baalbek, mass printed guides on Zenta martial arts, books recipes for oyster mushroom dumplings, and even guides on ship building. The sheer novelty of the press made Abrimi briefly forget his purpose here. Until of course, one of his students gestured to him with the large box. Abrimi raced to the front of the debate hall with his students to present another invention and brag on behalf of the council.

Armed with experience bragging in Thulish bars and in front of the council Abrimi yells "Kings, Queens, dignitaries of all ages I have come here on behalf of Baalbek to present a new invention. You may have seen a large ship outside Outreach. Unfortunately I can't bring her inland but i can show you THISS!!" The student opens the box revealing a model of the Baalbeki Junk, roughly the size of a barrel. Ambrimi flamboyantly gestured with his arms almost flailing in excitement "Come closer feast your eyes on the Baalbeki Junk model, this ship can have up to six masts, and being 220 by 110ft can house nearly thrice as much cargo as a galley. If that weren't enough, this ship is capable of oceanic travel far beyond the known edges of the world and can carry up to nine months worth of supplies."

Queen Amara and Princess Laliyah approached the Baalbeki and peered into the box that contained the model ship. If his claims were true, it was a revolutionary advancement in ocean faring, and one well worthy of Gehenna's attention. She turned to Ambrimi and spoke without introduction.

"If indeed the honorable Hannibal II has imbued you with the power to speak in his stead, Gehenna would seek to barter for these... junk ships." She pronounced the unfamiliar words carefully, uncertain she had heard the term correctly.

Gehenna and Caligonia



Anlos was slightly irked that the young heir was attempting negotiation, rather than the queen who was standing in proximity. This was however about the least strained venue for a future leader to begin to learn diplomacy and negotiation, and Anlos knew he had had to start from somewhere as well, so he could hardly begrudge the Queen.
"Very well then Princess Laliyah. I suggest that, Caligonia gives construction documents and knowledge to Gehennan officials, to use in Gehenna as they wish. In return, Gehenna will provide knowledge and help with a future technology that they have developed to Caligonia, that is appropriate to use."

1: Caligonia gives Printing press tech.
2: Gehenna vows to provide Caligonia with the next Eco 10 they invent, or one after if Caligonia deems the first not interesting.
3: Military techs may be offered instead, though at the discretion of both parties.


"This deal is agreeable to Gehenna, and as her representative, I give my word that our end of the bargain will be upheld." Princess Laliyah spoke with more confidence since the foreign King had accepted her terms. Queen Amara nodded at her niece approvingly and turned back to King Anlos and embraced him.

"You have my thanks King Anlos. May our realms prosper as our friendship strengthens." The contact was brief, familiar but respectful. She backed away and regained the side of Laliyah as she smiled warmly at the Caligonian.

Amara and the Tito Nicodemo



Felipe always enjoyed the attentions of Queen Amara. Intellectually, he understood their close embrace was to show familiarity and acceptance. Maintaining the appropriate proximity between people was a huge cultural thing among the desert people of the south. But there were other portions of his anatomy who insisted on other, far more intimate, connotations.

"It was greatly appreciated, and it has found a place of honor in my private office. I must admit it was a far superior gift that the Wollbom lace, judging by how little of it you wore for the painting." He teased. "But, as always, paintings fail to capture your truly radiant beauty.


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Note- Ricardo Montalban was born 1920, this was filmed in 1967. Felipe was born in 977, this event was 1033. So a observant person might notice some gray roots in need of re-dying.

The Queen's smile widened at the Tito's flattering words, her ego well soothed by them and by the obvious attraction he held for her. Her hand lifted to trace along his hairline and around his ear.

"And you are even more handsome than when we first met. A rare talent for most men." Her smile was sincere as she returned the flattery. He had grown more distinguished looking with age, and she could appreciate an experienced man. Her small palm pressed against his cheek as her look turned to sorrow.

"I was truly sorry to hear of the disappearance of your children." The Queen's expression was pained, a rare expression on her usually joyful countenance. She moved in and gently kissed Felipe on the lips and moved away, though her hand stayed where it was upon his cheek.

"Will you sup with me this evening? I feel I would like you to myself tonight. I am told that I am a very greedy person." Her accented voice was low as she relayed her invitation with an intimate smile.

Gehenna and Allanar



Uylerion bent to Caelora's ear to whisper in their native tongue the details of Gehenna's location and their previous contact with the Southern realm. Caelora regarded the horned woman with some interest. Tales of the illicit illustrations had reached even Allanar, though she had not seen the tablet herself, though there were those within her lands who would claim to have. She fixed her face with a polite smile.

"Well met, Queen Amara. May you walk in the path of Light." She inclined her head to the foreign Queen as her Grandfather looked on impassively.

"Regretfully, my mother the Queen is not in attendance. I am the Crown Princess of Allanar, Caelora. Might I be of service to you, Your Grace?" She spoke politely, though her eyes kept slipping to Amara's horns curiously. She was clearly human, but yet not. The half-elves of Karich were half elf and half human, what was in Gehennan ancestry that gave them horns?

"May the light of the Exalted illuminate your path." Amara returned the blessing graciously to the lovely Elven Princess.

"I require no services. I merely wished to relay my thanks in person for your Mother's aid in acquiring your beautiful mithral. I have found it to be quite to my liking." Amara's smile widened as she noticed the young woman's frequent glances at her horns.

"Would you like to touch them?" Mischief gleamed in her dark eyes as she inclined her head to the Princess.

[Lleban]

Allanar



Caelora glanced at her Grandfather with raised eyebrows at the Baalbeki's outburst. He returned the glance and nodded almost imperceptibly. What a fascinating experience this was turning out to be. At an opportune moment, Caelora and Uylerion approached the young man.

"Crown Princess Caelora of Allanar whishes to speak with the representative from Baalbek." Caelora waited impatiently as her Grandfather insisted upon proper protocols and etiquette. She supposed to must get used to people introducing her, but for now her patience with it was well frayed.



Abrimi noticed the delegation of Allanar as he desperately attempted to regain composure from his earlier outburst by kissing the golden pentagram on his necklace. As the elves approached he was taken aback their imposing stature, the princess herself being almost his height. None the less he tried his best to introduce himself with a bow, but maintaining eye contact. "I'm Abrimi Havarda Master of ships, what would you like to know about the Baalbeki junk? To honor the first meting of our nations take this." The bowing Abrimi proceeds to hand the princess a golden pendent with the Baalbeki symbol, and eagle over a ships sail. "Hopefully we can each an agreement, it would be a shame if those easterners dominated the ocean with their caravels."

To Gehenna Queen Amara and Princess Laliyah approached the Baalbeki and peered into the box that contained the model ship. If his claims were true, it was a revolutionary advancement in ocean faring, and one well worthy of Gehenna's attention. She turned to Ambrimi and spoke without introduction.

"If indeed the honorable Hannibal II has imbued you with the power to speak in his stead, Gehenna would seek to barter for these... junk ships." She pronounced the unfamiliar words carefully, uncertain she had heard the term correctly.


Abrimi noticed the Gehennean duo and smiled, he heard tales of a dignified and noble queen of the towering ziggurats. He gave the queen a curt bow and mused "Ideally the council would prefer to trade invention for invention, either economic or military, though if you cannot offer such, Baalbek maybe, just maybe could accept preferable economic access to Gehennean colonies. As a fellow southerner you will be able to the port of Gao to launch any oceanic expedition." Abrimi then searches the room and quietly warns the Queen," rumor has it that those twice dammed easterners wish to monopolize oceanic travel with the caravel."

So I'll trade for either your next E10 or M10 tech preferably

[Aedilred]

Wearing a pink chaperon, high-waisted doublet, and a gathered black houppellande with delicately scalloped sleeves, Duke Tomar may not have looked much like a military prodigy. The twelve sergeants who followed in his wake, however, had a more distinctly soldierly bearing, with their gambesons and cloth caps, as well as - where space and regulations permitted - short spears or halberds, though those who looked closely would see they were blunt, with blades of either carved wood or whalebone. They were here, it seemed, for demonstration, not for combat.

He spent a considerable amount of time looking at the model for the Baalbeki junk, apparently forgetting to dismiss all his attendants, and after several minutes their discipline began to waver. At least one of them was staring apparently absent-mindedly at Princess Caelora, while another was engaged in a face-pulling competition with some nearby children, and a third had collared a serving-girl and was surreptitiously engaged in conversation with her.

Eventually the Duke turned to Abrimi. "How difficult are these ships to construct? Would special expertise over and above that of a normal shipwright be necessary, or is a clear explanation of the principles enough to allow any skilled shipwright to construct one? And what advantages does such a vessel offer over the new Apian caravel I have heard about?"


Hector Caspari, a slightly overweight man with a beard, stands proudly by a stand advertising his Ocular Array for the Conduct of Detailed Intercourse taking particular care to try to catch the eye of anyone who looks like they might have maritime expertise.



Pageantry appeared to be an important part of the fair, and so any initial reservations about the extent of formal wear appropriate were quickly lost when the full extent of it became apparent. Kanti Katura, chancellor to the Grand Mahangar, wore the near floor-length robe traditional for those of the magi, her hair elaborately bound and her face coloured blue, as in almost all her public appearances.

She watched from a distance as the printing press was annouced and the buyers clustered around. It seemed this device was to be copied and distributed almost as quickly as the literature it could produce. It really was a remarkable invention in its way, and its uses immediately apparent to any but the most ignorant - of whom she imagined there were few (though undoubtedly some) here today. But there was more than one side to those uses, and the dangers were almost as clear to her as the advantages. With this, any individual could produce and distribute anything they so chose in large quantities, regardless of expertise, truth or good intentions. News of distant lands could indeed be turned out more quickly, but without the authority that came from clerical or royal approval, who was to say whether that news was true? And worse, what if such a device were to fall into the hands of one like Laska?

She had no doubt, as she considered it, that Masuma would have ordered this instrument smashed and burned, its inventor imprisoned, and some instinct in her pushed her to recommend, or order, the same. But she brushed the idea aside. Masuma, for all his cleverness, had been a short-sighted man, while her love, though sceptical as any intelligent man, would doubtless wish to see this used for the betterment of all. At the very least, she would have to ensure that the Church was not left out of this latest development.

Her brother cleared his throat and she ceased her musing to turn and see she was standing not far from the Queen of Gehenna. To ignore a dignitary of such standing would not do at all. With a nod to Ravi to accompany her, she made her way over to Amara and gave a respectful curtsey, while Ravi bowed.

"Lord keep you, your highness. May I introduce myself, Kanti Katura, chancellor to the Grand Mahangar, and my brother, Ravi Jhanadeer."

Feel free to engage any of these characters at any chronological point in proceedings. Since I'm arriving late I thought it was best not to get bogged down in introductions before moving onto anything substantive.

[Minescratcher]

" The agreement we currently have will certainly be honoured King Endero," replied Anlos. "I have heard rumours of your future leanings in technology, and I will be happy to accept. Likewise, if you wish, you are welcome to establish yourselves in our own markets if you wish."

Caligonia accepts the offer, and will give a +2 at home for a few rounds.

"Excellent. It is good to establish trade between us. Several of my researchers will likely arrive soon to join your university, and it is through them that our advancement will likely come to you."

After the talk with King Anlos was finished, Endero searched the hall for the Baalbek delegation, speaking to Abirami, the one who had approached him before the demonstration.
"Greetings, southern friend. I am sorry that I did not have a chance to respond to your questions before the demonstration. It is a regrettable shame that we have not interacted much - my focus has largely been on establishing friendly relations with Neveran's northern neighbors, as they are closer, and the peninsula full of strife; I would rather not be a casualty of the recent events there. Would you help to remedy this unfortunate situation?"

[PepperP.]

Gehenna and Baalbek



To Gehenna

Abrimi noticed the Gehennean duo and smiled, he heard tales of a dignified and noble queen of the towering ziggurats. He gave the queen a curt bow and mused "Ideally the council would prefer to trade invention for invention, either economic or military, though if you cannot offer such, Baalbek maybe, just maybe could accept preferable economic access to Gehennean colonies. As a fellow southerner you will be able to the port of Gao to launch any oceanic expedition." Abrimi then searches the room and quietly warns the Queen," rumor has it that those twice dammed easterners wish to monopolize oceanic travel with the caravel."

So I'll trade for either your next E10 or M10 tech preferably

Amara held her gracious smile as the young man spoke terms to her and her niece. Her hand came to rest upon her chin as she considered.

"Gehenna is not an expansionist state. I am afraid our holdings would hold little of interest to you and would certainly not be equal to the knowledge of the Junk Ships." She paused, considering further.

"I would agree to an exchange of knowledge, the Junk Ships now for Gehenna's next technological marvel. That Baalbek thinks is worthy, of course. In addition to this, I would bid the venerable Hannibal II to send a diplomatic envoy to Marad. To dwell within our lands until the time comes to bring our knowledge back to your lands."

I agree to to the trade for my future tech, thanks! And you are welcome to send an emissary to Marad if you wish.

Amara and the Clergy



Pageantry appeared to be an important part of the fair, and so any initial reservations about the extent of formal wear appropriate were quickly lost when the full extent of it became apparent. Kanti Katura, chancellor to the Grand Mahangar, wore the near floor-length robe traditional for those of the magi, her hair elaborately bound and her face coloured blue, as in almost all her public appearances.

She watched from a distance as the printing press was annouced and the buyers clustered around. It seemed this device was to be copied and distributed almost as quickly as the literature it could produce. It really was a remarkable invention in its way, and its uses immediately apparent to any but the most ignorant - of whom she imagined there were few (though undoubtedly some) here today. But there was more than one side to those uses, and the dangers were almost as clear to her as the advantages. With this, any individual could produce and distribute anything they so chose in large quantities, regardless of expertise, truth or good intentions. News of distant lands could indeed be turned out more quickly, but without the authority that came from clerical or royal approval, who was to say whether that news was true? And worse, what if such a device were to fall into the hands of one like Laska?

She had no doubt, as she considered it, that Masuma would have ordered this instrument smashed and burned, its inventor imprisoned, and some instinct in her pushed her to recommend, or order, the same. But she brushed the idea aside. Masuma, for all his cleverness, had been a short-sighted man, while her love, though sceptical as any intelligent man, would doubtless wish to see this used for the betterment of all. At the very least, she would have to ensure that the Church was not left out of this latest development.

Her brother cleared his throat and she ceased her musing to turn and see she was standing not far from the Queen of Gehenna. To ignore a dignitary of such standing would not do at all. With a nod to Ravi to accompany her, she made her way over to Amara and gave a respectful curtsey, while Ravi bowed.

"Lord keep you, your highness. May I introduce myself, Kanti Katura, chancellor to the Grand Mahangar, and my brother, Ravi Jhanadeer."

Feel free to engage any of these characters at any chronological point in proceedings. Since I'm arriving late I thought it was best not to get bogged down in introductions before moving onto anything substantive.

Queen Amara took in the pair's ceremonial garb as they approached and a welcoming smile warmed her face as they introduced themselves as instruments of the Grand Mahangar.

"May the light of the Exalted illuminate your path." She spoke her blessing courteously.

"It is a great pleasure to meet ones so highly regarded by the Grand Mahangar. I am afraid I have not yet had the honor of meeting the man himself as of yet." Her smile turned wry, she had felt it a great slight to be overlooked for invitation to Shanadeer. And the crusade almost called against her fellow Kunist had certainly not helped her perception of the Grand Mahangar's perception of her and her fellow Kunists.

[Mary_Sue]

Allanar




Gehenna and Allanar

"May the light of the Exalted illuminate your path." Amara returned the blessing graciously to the lovely Elven Princess.

"I require no services. I merely wished to relay my thanks in person for your Mother's aid in acquiring your beautiful mithral. I have found it to be quite to my liking." Amara's smile widened as she noticed the young woman's frequent glances at her horns.

"Would you like to touch them?" Mischief gleamed in her dark eyes as she inclined her head to the Princess.

Though Princess Caelora's cheeks reddened at being caught staring, her eyes lit up at the invitation. Her hand reached out just as her Grandfather spoke.

"Caelora." The one word admonishment was enough to stay her hand.

"Forgive her, Your Grace. She forgets herself." He inclined his head once again in apology for his kin's rudeness.


Abrimi noticed the delegation of Allanar as he desperately attempted to regain composure from his earlier outburst by kissing the golden pentagram on his necklace. As the elves approached he was taken aback their imposing stature, the princess herself being almost his height. None the less he tried his best to introduce himself with a bow, but maintaining eye contact. "I'm Abrimi Havarda Master of ships, what would you like to know about the Baalbeki junk? To honor the first meting of our nations take this." The bowing Abrimi proceeds to hand the princess a golden pendent with the Baalbeki symbol, and eagle over a ships sail. "Hopefully we can each an agreement, it would be a shame if those easterners dominated the ocean with their caravels."

"I thank you for this symbol of your people." Caelora smiled warmly as she took the offered pendant, this time unmistakably a gift.

"If wishes were deeds, we would all be Kings." Uylerion sneered at the comment of the Eastern ambitions.

"Allanar has entered into an agreement with Caligonia to exchange Allanar's next advancement for their Printing Press. We wish to enter the same bargain for your Junk Ships if you are amenable to the trade." Uylerion was not a man for idle talk, and so he got down to the point of discussion, awaiting patiently for Abrimi's decision.

[PepperP.]

Allanar



Though Princess Caelora's cheeks reddened at being caught staring, her eyes lit up at the invitation. Her hand reached out just as her Grandfather spoke.

"Caelora." The one word admonishment was enough to stay her hand.

"Forgive her, Your Grace. She forgets herself." He inclined his head once again in apology for his kin's rudeness.

Amara's dark gaze turned to the stern man as he suddenly warranted her full attention. She studied his stature and bearing at length before she replied to him.

"And who exactly are you to be apologizing for your Princess?" Her voice was mild, though held an undertone of vague amusement at this distraction.

[Mary_Sue]

Allanar


Amara's dark gaze turned to the stern man as he suddenly warranted her full attention. She studied his stature and bearing at length before she replied to him.

"And who exactly are you to be apologizing for your Princess?" Her voice was mild, though held an undertone of vague amusement at this distraction.

Uylerion returned the foreign Queen's gaze though it was Caelora who spoke first.

"Oh, Pardon me Your Grace. This is my Grandfather, Lord Uylerion Lightstalker, the Bane of Shadows. I apologize for my curiosity, it was not meant to be impertinent." Caelora spoke earnestly hoping to ease the tension that had arisen at her Grandfather's admonishment of her ill thought out actions.

[Tentreto]

Before the demonstration



The prince laughs, a loud and jovial laugh. "We have spent much of the last few hundred years steadfastly ignoring everything outside our borders as much as possible. And that's only changing now because that lot" nodding his head towards the delegation from Allanar "started conquering everything in sight and scared our nobles like a bunch of frightened children. 'Forward looking' is not a term that I often hear used to refer to my people. We'll have to see whether that changes, yes? Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm eager to get a look at your machine: I hear it should be interesting." Orgehk gives Anlos a friendly (perhaps overly friendly) slap on the shoulder and moves down the hall to see how closely the guards will allow him to examine the press.




After the demonstration

Orgehk hung back to watch the reactions of the other delegations before approaching Anlos himself. "I fear my people are not well poised to fully take advantage of your clever new device. Might I consider your offer to remain standing, and when there is more possibility for a mutually beneficial arrangement to be made that you will be receptive?"

Seeing the machine

Orgekh had very little luck getting close to the machine. Upon seeing his approach, the guards around it straightened up, alert, and moved to block him. Their captain spoke up:
"My apologies sir, but this is to be shown off at the main event, but is otherwise a guarded secret. I'm afraid you cannot see it until at least after the event."



Afterwards

Anlos nodded. Prince Orgekh was seemingly a very honest individual, which was certainly a breath of fresh air. "I thank you for your honesty. If in a few years you feel that you are ready for a trade, Caligonia will certainly be willing to honour it. For the immediate future, the offer should stand."

Xin Kun

The three Ten Len spent quite some time examining and discussing among themselves the pieces of paper produced by the machine. "As it is, it lacks the soul of writing by hand, though I am not familiar with how foreigners feel about such things." the male Ten Len who was a little shorter than his companions mused.
The only woman of the group tapped her fan against her palm in thought as she said, "Though the ability for mass production of the written word cannot be understated, your Majesty."
"Indeed, it would greatly improve many things within Xin Kun were we to have access to such a creation."
"Education, for example." the other male Ten Len noted as he swept his long green tipped teal hair behind his shoulder, "It would be much quicker to create books with it, your majesty."
The shorter Ten Len gestured toward a scroll lying near the group, "It would have to be adapted. Our writing system has thousands of characters, whereas the trade language has relatively few. I don't doubt it would be of use to us in the future."
"This is true."

If the Xin Kun met with Anlos:
The Xin Kun delegation were certainly of interest to Anlos. They were one of the few Pagan nations that were seemingly liked by the church. As the Pagan king of a Shishiyan nation, he rather appreciated that. Even if the only recognised Lunala Temalta's son, not herself, as a God.
"Hello again [Prince]. I hope I have at least piqued your interest with the printing press."
Anlos' stern and professional face softens for a moment. "I must also wish you luck in your search for the Empress. No realm should be so suddenly bereft a leader."


I couldn't find the name of your next leader, so he is dubbed 'Prince' for now


Everyone

After all the negotiations have been mostly sorted, the guard captain bangs a gong in a corner of the room to get everyone's attention. Kalus addresses everyone:
"Honoured Guests and Dignitaries, I thank you for your time here today. We shall have a formal dinner outside later, now that the weather has cooled. In the meantime, in honour of the new technology, I ask anyone who has attended, if they wish, to pose for an grand painting to commemorate the event."

Any guests who wish to be a part of this will be guided back to the debate hall. The others will be allowed to stay in the reception hall.
The artist himself will take a detailed sketch of each delegation leader, and heir if present, and then take quicker sketch of the entire group. If anyone wishes, they may ask the artist to later do an individual painting commission.

[PepperP.]

Allanar



Uylerion returned the foreign Queen's gaze though it was Caelora who spoke first.

"Oh, Pardon me Your Grace. This is my Grandfather, Lord Uylerion Lightstalker, the Bane of Shadows. I apologize for my curiosity, it was not meant to be impertinent." Caelora spoke earnestly hoping to ease the tension that had arisen at her Grandfather's admonishment of her ill thought out actions.

"There is nothing to forgive." Amara spoke easily, her gaze still fixed upon the Lightstalker.

"You see, in my culture, physical contact is welcomed and natural." She grew thoughtful for a moment.

"You are saying, I know I do not have anything to fear from you. It is a sign of trust, but also of power." Her eyes moved back to Caelora.

"I will show you how it is customarily done in Gehenna." She moved closer to the Princess and embraced her, standing on her tiptoes in order to reach the taller woman. She held them together for a moment before she released her and stepped out of her physical space. She turned back to Uylerion and stepped nearer to him.

"And you as well." She reached her hands out to the imposing elf and beckoned him lean down so that she may greet him properly, her smile curving her lips in a slow smile.

[Lleban]

"Excellent. It is good to establish trade between us. Several of my researchers will likely arrive soon to join your university, and it is through them that our advancement will likely come to you."

After the talk with King Anlos was finished, Endero searched the hall for the Baalbek delegation, speaking to Abirami, the one who had approached him before the demonstration.
"Greetings, southern friend. I am sorry that I did not have a chance to respond to your questions before the demonstration. It is a regrettable shame that we have not interacted much - my focus has largely been on establishing friendly relations with Neveran's northern neighbors, as they are closer, and the peninsula full of strife; I would rather not be a casualty of the recent events there. Would you help to remedy this unfortunate situation?"

Abrimi peered at the Hammer arm himself and responded. "I'm not authorized to speak on military matters, but If you have a message I can relay it to Hannibal II himself."

Pm me with details. I'm not exactly eager to embroil myself in that area unless I'm gaining territory. I can send you a couple units of you maybe?



Amara held her gracious smile as the young man spoke terms to her and her niece. Her hand came to rest upon her chin as she considered.

"Gehenna is not an expansionist state. I am afraid our holdings would hold little of interest to you and would certainly not be equal to the knowledge of the Junk Ships." She paused, considering further.

"I would agree to an exchange of knowledge, the Junk Ships now for Gehenna's next technological marvel. That Baalbek thinks is worthy, of course. In addition to this, I would bid the venerable Hannibal II to send a diplomatic envoy to Marad. To dwell within our lands until the time comes to bring our knowledge back to your lands."


Abrimi clapped his hands in celebration "Perfect, we accept both offers with open arms". Abrimi claps once more "Batnoam", a tall lanky 17 year old Baali student arrives with a box of notes."Teach the shipwrights of Gehenna to build a proper Junk and to serve as a temporary ambassador. " Batnoam, realizing he had little choice, forewarning, and inclination to face outstanding debts back home marched to the queens side with his notes.

OOC: next turn ill establish a formal embassy Batnoam will have to do for now though


"I thank you for this symbol of your people." Caelora smiled warmly as she took the offered pendant, this time unmistakably a gift.

"If wishes were deeds, we would all be Kings." Uylerion sneered at the comment of the Eastern ambitions.

"Allanar has entered into an agreement with Caligonia to exchange Allanar's next advancement for their Printing Press. We wish to enter the same bargain for your Junk Ships if you are amenable to the trade." Uylerion was not a man for idle talk, and so he got down to the point of discussion, awaiting patiently for Abrimi's decision.

Abrimi responded to the older elf "This would be an ideal arrangement, in fact your are welcome to use the port of Gao as a launching pad for any oceanic voyage, at a reasonable fee of course"


Wearing a pink chaperon, high-waisted doublet, and a gathered black houppellande with delicately scalloped sleeves, Duke Tomar may not have looked much like a military prodigy. The twelve sergeants who followed in his wake, however, had a more distinctly soldierly bearing, with their gambesons and cloth caps, as well as - where space and regulations permitted - short spears or halberds, though those who looked closely would see they were blunt, with blades of either carved wood or whalebone. They were here, it seemed, for demonstration, not for combat.

He spent a considerable amount of time looking at the model for the Baalbeki junk, apparently forgetting to dismiss all his attendants, and after several minutes their discipline began to waver. At least one of them was staring apparently absent-mindedly at Princess Caelora, while another was engaged in a face-pulling competition with some nearby children, and a third had collared a serving-girl and was surreptitiously engaged in conversation with her.

Eventually the Duke turned to Abrimi. "How difficult are these ships to construct? Would special expertise over and above that of a normal shipwright be necessary, or is a clear explanation of the principles enough to allow any skilled shipwright to construct one? And what advantages does such a vessel offer over the new Apian caravel I have heard about?"


Abrimi saw the inquisitive Duke Tomar, though he was unaware of the foreigners identity, he answered "The Junk while not significantly more difficult to construct than a galley, takes about twice as much time with a similar number workers. Aside from the blueprints, you need a team of experienced shipwrights to make to building process proceed efficiently. Details of the caravel are scare so I can't give you much. However, I believe the junk has a greater cargo capacity, but less maneuverability."

[Aventine]

Allanar

Caelora's uncertain smile turned proud when her cousin Elves spoke their admiration of her mother.

"I thank you for your kind words about my mother and Queen. She is a credit to Elvenkind." Her eyes turned to her Grandfather who's face had taken on a satisfied expression. It seemed she was not alone in her pride of her mother's accomplishments.

"No apologies are necessary, Prince Orgehk. I regret we have not had more occasion to speak in Allanar. Perhaps we might take dinner together once we are back in Siledorei." Her Grandfather cleared his throat next to her. Disapproval at her forwardness or a wish to join the conversation?

"This is my Grandfather, Lord Uylerion Lightstalker, Bane of Shadows. He's only recently returned to Siledorei from work in our new holdings abroad." The stern man nodded his head in greeting.

"A pleasure to meet our kin from the west. I am sure we will have more time to speak in Siledorei, as my Granddaughter suggests." Disapproval it was, she thought to herself with a mental shrug as she fought to keep a mischievous grin from her lips.

"Ah" The prince turns to Uylerion and gives him a slight bow. "It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Highness, and I eagerly await the opportunity to talk in more detail and comfort." There is, perhaps, a slight coldness in his voice as he addresses Lord Uylerion, and a hint of tension in his expression that disappears as he turns back to Caelora. "Of course, once we return to Siledorei, feel free to call upon me any time. I am at your disposal...either of you."




Seeing the machine

Orgekh had very little luck getting close to the machine. Upon seeing his approach, the guards around it straightened up, alert, and moved to block him. Their captain spoke up:
"My apologies sir, but this is to be shown off at the main event, but is otherwise a guarded secret. I'm afraid you cannot see it until at least after the event."



The prince moves on with a harumph.


Afterwards

Anlos nodded. Prince Orgekh was seemingly a very honest individual, which was certainly a breath of fresh air. "I thank you for your honesty. If in a few years you feel that you are ready for a trade, Caligonia will certainly be willing to honour it. For the immediate future, the offer should stand."


"Excellent. I'll get out of your way then, and allow you to continue negotiations with the other delegations."

[Rain Dragon]

If the Xin Kun met with Anlos:
The Xin Kun delegation were certainly of interest to Anlos. They were one of the few Pagan nations that were seemingly liked by the church. As the Pagan king of a Shishiyan nation, he rather appreciated that. Even if they only recognised Lunala Temalta's son, not herself, as a God.
"Hello again [Prince]. I hope I have at least piqued your interest with the printing press."
Anlos' stern and professional face softens for a moment. "I must also wish you luck in your search for the Empress. No realm should be so suddenly bereft a leader."


I couldn't find the name of your next leader, so he is dubbed 'Prince' for now

The shorter Ten Len in a long, elaborate silk robe bowed respectfully to the King Anlos. His long orange and red hair was partially bound in a bun which was tied simply, unlike the elaborate decorations that would have adorned the Empress' hair. The other two Ten Len bowed low and stayed silent as Xin Kun's regent replied, "Greetings once more, King Anlos. Indeed you have, for it would prove invaluable to many I'm sure." He became quiet as his mother's disappearance came up. "Thank you." he said simply, unsure what else to say.

((OOC - I hadn't named him yet. :smallredface: His name is Lei, but just Prince is fine.))

[Minescratcher]

Abrimi peered at the Hammer arm himself and responded. "I'm not authorized to speak on military matters, but If you have a message I can relay it to Hannibal II himself."

Pm me with details. I'm not exactly eager to embroil myself in that area unless I'm gaining territory. I can send you a couple units of you maybe?

"Ah, my mistake. My mention of the strife north of us was simply to explain why I have neglected relations with those south of us; I was referring to our lack of interaction by the 'unfortunate situation'. I wouldn't ask for Hannibal to join without a good reason for him."

[lt_murgen]

During the event

"This technology is impressive. For the clergy, it will bring about a new age of sharing and contemplation. New and greater insights into the great Conflict will surely follow. May the Exalted be praised. For our nations, it will assuredly bring about greater cooperation and understanding. Truly, we live in a golden age. King Anlos, may your people be ever praised." He paused for a moment.

"However, as much as we in the Isles may desire knowledge, learning, and the fruits of the mind, I must decline to make an offer at this time. It is not our way to profer the fruits of an uncertain future harvest. Perhaps, one day, we may have something worthy of trading for it."

The Princess and the Nicodemo
QUOTE=Mary_Sue;21768859]

"I admit to being quite curious as to your Island culture. It would seem such a separation from other powers might render a people rather insular, and yet you are here and welcoming to meet with foreigners. I would learn more of your people, if I was permitted." Uylerion stood by silently, though she could feel waves of disapproval emanating off of him.[/QUOTE]

"You are always welcome to explore the islands, for a brief of long as you desire, Princess." Felipe smiled. "But the simplest explanation is that the Isles are not bountiful. There are no Jeweled Cities upon them. So we have always had to reach out to the coasts for our needs. Embracing others with open arms is always preferable to begging with upturned hands."

"But we love to learn. May see our name, the Grasping Isles, as meaning we are greedy. Far from it. In our native tongue, Intendres means to seek to understand, to grasp the meaning of things. That is what we seek. We would have crossed the world to attend the opening of a center of learning. This one, in our neighbor's lands, is priceless to us."


Amara and Felipe]


Amara and the Tito Nicodemo



The Queen's smile widened at the Tito's flattering words, her ego well soothed by them and by the obvious attraction he held for her. Her hand lifted to trace along his hairline and around his ear.

"And you are even more handsome than when we first met. A rare talent for most men." Her smile was sincere as she returned the flattery. He had grown more distinguished looking with age, and she could appreciate an experienced man. Her small palm pressed against his cheek as her look turned to sorrow.

"I was truly sorry to hear of the disappearance of your children." The Queen's expression was pained, a rare expression on her usually joyful countenance. She moved in and gently kissed Felipe on the lips and moved away, though her hand stayed where it was upon his cheek.

"Will you sup with me this evening? I feel I would like you to myself tonight. I am told that I am a very greedy person." Her accented voice was low as she relayed her invitation with an intimate smile.

His mood soured briefly when his children were mentioned. With the chaos in Gobsfull, his agents had been unsuccessful in the last few years in unwinding the legal and political bostapil his ex-namorada heaped upon him. But Amara's attentions mollified him.

"My duties are foremost to be the representative of my people. And to an honorable guest to our host follows closely behind. So I must attend the formal dinner tonight. But my free time shall be at your disposal, my good and close friend. Perhaps a small drink afterwards?" He held her hand for a moment, or two longer.

[Aedilred]

Kanti and Amara



Queen Amara took in the pair's ceremonial garb as they approached and a welcoming smile warmed her face as they introduced themselves as instruments of the Grand Mahangar.

"May the light of the Exalted illuminate your path." She spoke her blessing courteously.

"It is a great pleasure to meet ones so highly regarded by the Grand Mahangar. I am afraid I have not yet had the honor of meeting the man himself as of yet." Her smile turned wry, she had felt it a great slight to be overlooked for invitation to Shanadeer. And the crusade almost called against her fellow Kunist had certainly not helped her perception of the Grand Mahangar's perception of her and her fellow Kunists.
"Relatively few do," she said, with a note of apology in her voice. "Events and necessity conspire to confine him for most purposes to the walls of the holy city at Shanadeer and it is rare that many rulers can spare the time to visit him there. Still less so if they are not themselves of the faith and so have no cause for pilgrimage. Even at the conference at Shanadeer in 1026, most of the attendees were diplomats and delegates; few rulers were able to make the journey in person. And, of course, we should not like to hurt the feelings of the Mahangar of Isin by being seen to trespass in his domain. However, I am sure that were you to wish to speak with the Grand Mahangar personally, he should be happy to receive you." She gave an amused smile. "Though perhaps if you did, you might give us a little more notice of your intended arrival than did King Urut. That took us all rather by surprise and we should rather give you a proper reception. ."

Tomar and Abrimi


Abrimi saw the inquisitive Duke Tomar, though he was unaware of the foreigners identity, he answered "The Junk while not significantly more difficult to construct than a galley, takes about twice as much time with a similar number workers. Aside from the blueprints, you need a team of experienced shipwrights to make to building process proceed efficiently. Details of the caravel are scare so I can't give you much. However, I believe the junk has a greater cargo capacity, but less maneuverability."



Tomar nodded. Even after disbursement to the soldiers of his army and their relatives, there was still a fortune remaining from the "Boris bonanza". Hiring more skilled shipwrights would not be a problem at all if it turned out to be necessary. "I too have been frustrated by the lack of information about the Apian caravels," he said, "though in my case it is as a potential customer, rather than as a competitor. I had been hoping that I might be able to rectify that at this event, but they are nowhere to be seen." He made a gesture to indicate the rest of the fair.

"Of course, the ability to transport goods further and with fewer stops for supplies will never be any less than valuable, but at present my interest is mostly military. In recent years the coast of Guria, like many of its larger neighbours, has come under attack from seaborne raiders and I believe it may be necessary to build up naval forces of my own to protect our shoreline. Size and weight are of course important in such considerations, but so too manoeuvrability. Do you have any illustrations or models of junks specifically outfitted for combat, and an idea of how they would behave, or are they principally designed as cargo vessels?"

[Mary_Sue]

Allanar


"There is nothing to forgive." Amara spoke easily, her gaze still fixed upon the Lightstalker.

"You see, in my culture, physical contact is welcomed and natural." She grew thoughtful for a moment.

"You are saying, I know I do not have anything to fear from you. It is a sign of trust, but also of power." Her eyes moved back to Caelora.

"I will show you how it is customarily done in Gehenna." She moved closer to the Princess and embraced her, standing on her tiptoes in order to reach the taller woman. She held them together for a moment before she released her and stepped out of her physical space. She turned back to Uylerion and stepped nearer to him.

"And you as well." She reached her hands out to the imposing elf and beckoned him lean down so that she may greet him properly, her smile curving her lips in a slow smile.

Uylerion stood and stared at the seductive Queen blankly for a moment as if caught by surprise at her beckon. Face still impassive, he consented to lean down into her embrace.



Abrimi responded to the older elf "This would be an ideal arrangement, in fact your are welcome to use the port of Gao as a launching pad for any oceanic voyage, at a reasonable fee of course"


Uylerion nodded with pleasure, his normally stern face relaxed with satisfaction at closing the deal.

"A most generous offer. I will relay the news and terms of our agreement to my daughter. You have mine and Allanar's thanks."


Thank you Lleban, I will add this trade to my event sub-actions to make it official.


"Ah" The prince turns to Uylerion and gives him a slight bow. "It is an honor to finally meet you, Your Highness, and I eagerly await the opportunity to talk in more detail and comfort." There is, perhaps, a slight coldness in his voice as he addresses Lord Uylerion, and a hint of tension in his expression that disappears as he turns back to Caelora. "Of course, once we return to Siledorei, feel free to call upon me any time. I am at your disposal...either of you."

"I look forward to our future meetings then, Your Highness." Caelora smiled warmly at the Prince's gracious words and invitation.

"Indeed. Until Siledorei then." Uylerion nodded to the Karich Prince and ushered his Granddaughter to another delegation as Princess Caelora glanced back at the price with a smile.


During the event
The Princess and the Nicodemo
"You are always welcome to explore the islands, for a brief of long as you desire, Princess." Felipe smiled. "But the simplest explanation is that the Isles are not bountiful. There are no Jeweled Cities upon them. So we have always had to reach out to the coasts for our needs. Embracing others with open arms is always preferable to begging with upturned hands."

"But we love to learn. May see our name, the Grasping Isles, as meaning we are greedy. Far from it. In our native tongue, Intendres means to seek to understand, to grasp the meaning of things. That is what we seek. We would have crossed the world to attend the opening of a center of learning. This one, in our neighbor's lands, is priceless to us."

"We also have a great desire to absorb what knowledge we can from the larger world, though it was not always so." Caelora glanced at her Grandfather who in many ways was a relic of the days long past of Elven Insularity.

"I suppose a tour of the Isles would be instructive, if your Mother permitted it." He conceded grudgingly to his Granddaughter who's face brightened at this allowance.

"Upon my mother's permission, I shall be in touch to settle upon the details of my visit. I greatly anticipate it." She had rarely been permitted to explore the lands beyond Allanar's borders, ever growing as they were. The prospect of a state tour in another land filled her with excitement, even if she had to suffer the Lightstalker as her drear chaperone.

[PepperP.]

Gehenna and Baalbek



Abrimi clapped his hands in celebration "Perfect, we accept both offers with open arms". Abrimi claps once more "Batnoam", a tall lanky 17 year old Baali student arrives with a box of notes."Teach the shipwrights of Gehenna to build a proper Junk and to serve as a temporary ambassador. " Batnoam, realizing he had little choice, forewarning, and inclination to face outstanding debts back home marched to the queens side with his notes.

OOC: next turn ill establish a formal embassy Batnoam will have to do for now though

"I thank you and hope this agreement brings friendship and prosperity between our realms." Queen Amara smiled, amused by the swiftness with which their prospective ambassador materialized.

"I hope you will find Gehenna to your liking, Ambassador Batnoam." Amara spoke with a warm smile to the young man as members of her entourage took their turn in congratulating and welcoming him.

ooc: I've sub-actioned the trade agreement in my ic post!

Amara and Felipe



His mood soured briefly when his children were mentioned. With the chaos in Gobsfull, his agents had been unsuccessful in the last few years in unwinding the legal and political bostapil his ex-namorada heaped upon him. But Amara's attentions mollified him.

"My duties are foremost to be the representative of my people. And to an honorable guest to our host follows closely behind. So I must attend the formal dinner tonight. But my free time shall be at your disposal, my good and close friend. Perhaps a small drink afterwards?" He held her hand for a moment, or two longer.

"Of course, I would not seek to interfere with your duties. After dinner, in my quarters. Until then." She let her hand linger within his for a moment before she turned her attention to the other delegations.

Amara and Kanti


Kanti and Amara

"Relatively few do," she said, with a note of apology in her voice. "Events and necessity conspire to confine him for most purposes to the walls of the holy city at Shanadeer and it is rare that many rulers can spare the time to visit him there. Still less so if they are not themselves of the faith and so have no cause for pilgrimage. Even at the conference at Shanadeer in 1026, most of the attendees were diplomats and delegates; few rulers were able to make the journey in person. And, of course, we should not like to hurt the feelings of the Mahangar of Isin by being seen to trespass in his domain. However, I am sure that were you to wish to speak with the Grand Mahangar personally, he should be happy to receive you." She gave an amused smile. "Though perhaps if you did, you might give us a little more notice of your intended arrival than did King Urut. That took us all rather by surprise and we should rather give you a proper reception. ."

Amara smiled as Kanti spoke, well mollified by the note of apology in her voice.

"Mahangar Farzin has been a great asset to our scholars in Isin. Likewise, I would not seek to diminish his role within our lands. That is why I have received his blessing to invite the Grand Mahangar to attend the Second Southern Conference being planned for take place within the next few years. His attendance would be a great honor to those of us who are faithful in the South, and perhaps it might set a positive reputation of the Church in those minds who have yet to embrace the Exalted. If you would pass on this invitation to him, I would be most grateful." Her tone was mild but hopeful, even if the Grand Mahangar was too busy to make the journey, it couldn't hurt for him to know he was still welcome in the South.

Amara and Uylerion


Allanar

Uylerion stood and stared at the seductive Queen blankly for a moment as if caught by surprise at her beckon. Face still impassive, he consented to lean down into her embrace.

Her lips curled into a slow smile as the severe man bent to her. She embraced his lean form closely and ran her lips up his long neck. She took her time to breath in his unique masculine scent, so different than that or the Divine or mundane humans she was used to. She released him at length and stepped back.

"That is how we greet important persons in Gehenna, now we are well met." Her smile was pleased as she turned to include the Princess.

"Now you see why there was no offense."

[Aedilred]

Amara smiled as Kanti spoke, well mollified by the note of apology in her voice.

"Mahangar Farzin has been a great asset to our scholars in Isin. Likewise, I would not seek to diminish his role within our lands. That is why I have received his blessing to invite the Grand Mahangar to attend the Second Southern Conference being planned for take place within the next few years. His attendance would be a great honor to those of us who are faithful in the South, and perhaps it might set a positive reputation of the Church in those minds who have yet to embrace the Exalted. If you would pass on this invitation to him, I would be most grateful." Her tone was mild but hopeful, even if the Grand Mahangar was too busy to make the journey, it couldn't hurt for him to know he was still welcome in the South.


Kanti could hardly help but glance at her brother, who had the look of a man momentarily frozen in abject horror. The logistics of protecting the Grand Mahangar, outside the walls of the city and the surrounding army of the Phoenix Estates, in a land ruled and largely populated by non-congregationalists, would be a nightmare. But that was his problem, and - well, it was hers as well, but somewhat less so.

"I am sure he will be delighted to receive the invitation," she said. "He and I are both keen that the Church and the Kunist peoples remain on good terms, although of course this would be immeasurably easier if the Kunists would simply accept the truth of Ananda's revelations and the authority of the Church." She gave a sly smile, making it obvious this was intended as a joke. "So I am pleased to hear that you have been able to cultivate a good working relationship with Mahangar Farzin. Of course, practical concerns may make it impossible for the Grand Mahangar to visit the Southern Conference, depending on date and location if nothing else, but I shall do my best to ensure he is able to attend."

[Lleban]

Kanti and Amara


"Relatively few do," she said, with a note of apology in her voice. "Events and necessity conspire to confine him for most purposes to the walls of the holy city at Shanadeer and it is rare that many rulers can spare the time to visit him there. Still less so if they are not themselves of the faith and so have no cause for pilgrimage. Even at the conference at Shanadeer in 1026, most of the attendees were diplomats and delegates; few rulers were able to make the journey in person. And, of course, we should not like to hurt the feelings of the Mahangar of Isin by being seen to trespass in his domain. However, I am sure that were you to wish to speak with the Grand Mahangar personally, he should be happy to receive you." She gave an amused smile. "Though perhaps if you did, you might give us a little more notice of your intended arrival than did King Urut. That took us all rather by surprise and we should rather give you a proper reception. ."

Tomar and Abrimi




Tomar nodded. Even after disbursement to the soldiers of his army and their relatives, there was still a fortune remaining from the "Boris bonanza". Hiring more skilled shipwrights would not be a problem at all if it turned out to be necessary. "I too have been frustrated by the lack of information about the Apian caravels," he said, "though in my case it is as a potential customer, rather than as a competitor. I had been hoping that I might be able to rectify that at this event, but they are nowhere to be seen." He made a gesture to indicate the rest of the fair.

"Of course, the ability to transport goods further and with fewer stops for supplies will never be any less than valuable, but at present my interest is mostly military. In recent years the coast of Guria, like many of its larger neighbors, has come under attack from seaborne raiders and I believe it may be necessary to build up naval forces of my own to protect our shoreline. Size and weight are of course important in such considerations, but so too maneuverability. Do you have any illustrations or models of junks specifically outfitted for combat, and an idea of how they would behave, or are they principally designed as cargo vessels?"

"Raiders....Are they Thulish" Abrimi paused. "While we ultimately designed these ships for economic use, they are adept at shipping both infantry and cavalry. Our shipwrights have estimated that 20 cannons could safely fit within the vessel, though this could be changed with modifications." Abrimi then fetches an older blueprint " Ah yes, A junk would be ideal at bombarding fortifird targets provides you modify the main deck with cannons and a covering of sorts."

[Tentreto]

With all the formal affairs complete, the sketches for the painting done, and dinner concluded, the main events of the fair were over. While there would certainty be meetings on the more complex parts of treaties, that was for tomorrow. Anlos offered accommodation at the University to all who needed it, and broke the meeting and allowing any who might wish to join the outside fair the chance to do so.

All in all, thought Anlos, it was a very successful event. Caligonia had secured good relations, and future innovations from around the sea. Hopefully the peace would last long enough for it to be worth anything.

A few months later, the final portrait was completed, and hung in the reception hall, commemorating cooperation between nations, and showing the prestige of the University. If any had requested a personal portrait, this was shipped to them covered in velvet, and framed in silver.

Similarly, a version of the painting, carved into woodblock and printed, also began to enter circulation. The image was far less precise, but it was copied and printed multiple times, so much that any noble from Laskan to Kinright could see the dignitaries. The most popular version was entitled 'The Paragons of Nuru and Habassi.'