Fire and Brimstone IC

[Zacharius]

Intro Art artistic property of Zoriy (Deviantart)

The Great Temple of Isos
The Hall of Judgement

The colossal chamber, sitting at the heart of the Great Temple buzzed with activity, both native and foreign dignitaries filled the banks of Advocate seats, while the two elected thrones of the Triumvirate held their representatives, Harkor and Sven, although they did little to confer between themselves, instead speaking to various aids, carrying messages to those in the hall outside of the very limited distance their voices could carry in the grand, but noisy, hall.

Despite the Dominion's national colors being a being a combination of orange and white, the room was always bedecked in the red livery of the Old Krenth Empire, one of the few clauses the Krenth Priests of the temple still enforced, not that the Triumvirate were overly against it, to show themselves as the heirs to the greatest single empire that had ever existed, even if such an idea was rather contrary to reality. While originally the center of Krenth Imperial justice, the Hall had since become the de facto throne room for the Triumvirate, only ascending to the pinnacle of the temple for the most formal of occasions, events of international debate and statesmen ship did not fit under this class. While the Dominion was not a world dominating power, nor the only nation of martial strength, it's powerful naval and airborne fleets were strategically poised to strike on all continents and that made them critical allies for some, equally by bringing the statespersons of nations into one place, agreements between multiple nations could be achieved quickly and any issues could be settled, or at least discussed, several of these meetings had been held in this year alone as international tensions began to take hold across the globe.

With the boom of the giant throne mechanism, as its two arms equalized, the great oak doors at the far end of the hall swung open, a procession of royal guard advanced before the Queen, her silver-blonde hair worn down in a long plait down to the small of her back, clad in a floaty dress of black silk, two young male servants carrying the train of the dress as she approached her throne, the room's previous frantic noise descending into nothing, even those at odds with the Dominion would likely not risk such a diplomatic incident as to insult the Queen so. Due to the length of the hall it took several minutes before the Queen took her seat above her fellow triumvir, the royal guard halting at several intervals along the hall, in mirrored pairs, while her two servants knelt at either side of the Triumvirate throne structure.

"It gives me great pleasure to see so many present, the Dominion is blessed to be held in such regard, the Triumvirate will now begin hearing local petitions, then we shall be delighted to attend to more grand matters." The young queen's voice carried over the assembly, both the sudden quiet and the dynamics of the hall accounting for every individual in the room being able to hear her. The Queen was known to switch the order of how these meetings would run, between those within the Dominion and those without, not that anyone would be submitted if they felt they could simply miss the first portion of the affair, but simply for her own amusement, she did not like monotony. Even so, knowing that today would be largely focused on international visitors, few advocates from within the Storm-Isles would be present today, although three separate advocates from the BUI were present, as always wanting to keep tabs on the foreign policy of the Dominion and their investment in the Triumvirate. But other than their own petitions, largely to secure more space on the various platforms of the Great Pyramid, the meeting moved swiftly onto matters concerning the wide array of international states-persons and diplomats.

"We shall begin hearing foreign advocates, could the first speaker please stand to address the hall," Jontar Sven chose his moment to speak, partly to move things along but also to remind both the assembly and her majesty, that the Triumvirate were of equal power, they did not solely wait upon her.

[Silux]

Adam Lyons sat perfectly still under the makeshift shelter he had placed, propped against one of the rotting timber watchtowers that was dutifully scanning the area for any potential hostiles. It was raining in the Frontier - raining again - it always rained, and it rained heavy. A torrential downpour as though some perpetual storm held the land in some sort of otherworldly contempt; but the hardy men of that forsaken land had learned to simply shrug off the worst of the weather, it wasn’t the deepest of their worries.
Adam’s shelter wasn’t the most efficient he had ever seen, and under the weight of collecting water was leaking and water was dripping through the material, slowly soaking the Reaper’s camouflage suit, rendering it a wet mop of strands rather than a suit of any practical use.
The place made him sick to the core, and to think that it used to be the most verdant and luxurious place in the known world! He could recall the days in which he would go for long walks with his wife and child, brushing through the long grass of the Outlands, where urban development was minimal and the fairest of suns shone down upon them with a warming glow, unhindered by winter breezes and only the sound of birds chirping their diligent songs to interrupt the peace of the place. Even the city of Dawn was a magnificent place: a true utopia in which life was easy and comfortable, money was easy to obtain and recreation and self discovery was the main pass-time of near every resident of the city.
Adam recalled the gleaming buildings reaching to the sky, and the polished stone that lined the pavement, the joyful and hopeful cries of children and their mothers trailing behind laughing with amusement at their comical whims.
For a moment, Lyons believed that he was there once more, and he could feel the warm summer breeze tickle his cheeks, and his ears were filled with the sound of the bustle of Dawn, the sun beating down on his skin.

Adam Lyons opened his eyes.

Reality was a harsh mistress to the men of Dawn. Instead of the breeze and sun, women, children and birds… an endless expanse of cold and darkness, the distance’s uniform uncertainty broken by the beating rainfall and hollow, deathly wind sweeping across the lands. He could hardly believe that a place could transform so quickly from the most luxurious of places to the hellhole of the world - of that, he was sure. Lyons had been to many places during his service, some long forgotten corners of the world to fight a myriad of strange creatures and forces that could have made any man question his sanity. Lyons had seen it all. And never in his years did he come across a place as dark and as fucked up as the place he was forced to call his home.
Still, he considered the hardships that he and his brothers in arms had to endure as a trial by fire. He had to adopt such a view, as did the others, or they would all succumb to despair and forlorn hope. No others in the could quite match Frontier willpower or determination - it just didn’t happen.
Still, despite their martial prowess, there was not a man in that place that did not wish for things to just go back to the way they were. Such a life was tiring, and spirits were growing damp just as the churned and swirling mud beneath their feet.

[MelonHead]

The Great Temple of Isos
The Hall of Judgement

From one side of the hall a tall gangly Krenth, wearing nobleman attire and a red cape, stood abruptly. His eyes darted from one place to the next, he had the shrewd appearance of one who had made a living with careful words and twisted promises. The ambassador of Foray was in awe of his surroundings entering a place of such history, but it didn’t show as he made his opening speech. In a dry yet respectful tone, he introduced himself to the assorted dignitaries.

“Greetings all from the kingdom of Foray, and I thank you for your welcome your majesty.” His voice was powerful enough to reach all in the hall, but it hid his inner malice well. He inclined his head in mock respect to the queen. “On behalf of my people, I am honoured to receive summons from the mighty Dominion, and have urgent details to address.” He looked cautiously to the right, examining the faces of each ambassador and representative on the row next to him.

“The Foray have long survived in our mountainous home, but in recent years our population has expanded beyond all expectations with the benefit of new technology. Frankly, our lands are no longer enough to provide sustenance for our people, and we intend to claim land north of our kingdom for agriculture.” His face grew wary and reserved. “However a dangerous race of tribesman resides there, between our great nation and yours, they call themselves the Remnants of the dawn I believe.” He got straight to the point. “We believe that soon these aggressors will march into your lands, for they have no doubt learned that our own are impenetrable. They have a great air ship beyond any we have ever seen before, more than capable of destroying cities alone.” He lied smoothly. “And we fear that without a preliminary strike, they will cause untold chaos before they are subdued.” He paused. “With that in mind, the Foray would like to discuss a military alliance with the Dominion. Obviously we will provide significant recourse and military support in this expedition, but the exact details I would rather discuss..” He looked around. “In private.”

Tyne’s Fist

“High Marshall, our expeditionary forces are deployed around the great lake. The soils are as fertile as we assumed, but still the threat of heavy resistance from the barbarians is prominent.” Haran Khas, the second in command and Maximar Atan’s most trusted advisor, pointed to a position on a map. The High Marshall considered it for but a moment, mentally examining the forces he had deployed.

“We have four thousand rifleman deployed on each side of the lake, preventing easy land access into our new agricultural sector correct?” He asked.

“Yes, High Marshall, and the farmers have already began to plant the crops… but our men fear sizable resistance from the tribesman. They have significant numbers, and we have hardly stationed a significant force to repel any major attack. We are woefully unfamiliar with this style of fighting I fear, too accustomed to the mountainous terrain.” He pointed to two thin ravines marked into the map. “I suggest however, that we learn quickly. The fundamental of open fighting is numbers, and weight. We have ten pounders, our strongest vehicular forces, deployed in each ravine.”

High Marshall Maximar considered this for a moment. “I see, you suggest we bring our vehicles through the ravines and out into the open northlands to support our troops.”

“Indeed sir, the ravines here and here” He pointed to the two spaces one in the north east of the mountain range and one in the far west “are the only passages in and out of our mountain range for any sizable force.” He looked cautious for a moment. “I also suggest supplementing our rifleman battalions with a thousand marksman apiece…”

“I agree, but I do not believe that is significant enough. I want these barbarians destroyed if necessary to secure those agricultural sectors, send ten thousand rifleman to each side of the lake, I want a force significant enough to set up fortifications and begin massing for a war effort.”

“Are you sure sir? They have not directly confronted us as of yet have they?”

“Do not question me Haran, I know what these men are capable of.”

“The men will be deployed at once, Sir.”

[JarlWolf]

The Great Temple of Isos
The Hall of Judgement


Vazheli Voroshilov overlooked some papers with his fellow advisor, and translator. Both were wearing the signature great coats known from their state, and Vazheli, watched the proceedings of assembly. The minister of Foray had been first to speak, and he was wary of the nationalistic expansion policies he propagated.

When it came his turn to speak, Vazheli rose up, and put on his glasses.
"As the duly elected representative of the Crimson Comrade's, I will address on behalf of my nation our matters of foreign policy, and to address other issues as well, pertaining to political matters and of international subjects pertaining to global cooperation."

He looked around, pausing for a moment, gazing upon the crowd. He then resumed his speech.

"The Confederacy wishes to remain peaceful along it's borders, and to keep a neutral policy towards our neighbours. We also wish that as a nation vowed to communism that the rather new, and what many foreign governments consider, radical idea of violent communist revolution will not be induced or encouraged abroad. Rather, we wish to spread the communist ideal under peaceful methods and allow governments to consider the benefits of such a system for their populations, and to encourage reform of social standards and social equity across the globe, by means of political partnerships, encouragement and foreign aid to nation's with developing infrastructure. We'd also like to found a committee for such an office, to promote internationalist means of assisting in the development, sustainability and safety of nation's across the world."

Vazheli paused again, looking about, staring at the rest of the assembly under his calm, assertive gaze.

"If any other delegates would wish to speak to us on matters of our policy or of proposals sent forth by our party, please feel free to question or discuss with us in private. That is all."

The assembly proceeds in it's process.

[Misha]

Karanthal, Ansembourg
Ansembourg Palace

William sits in a wide but naked room with high ceilings and tall windows facing the morning sun. He sits relaxingly on a velvet sofa with ornate gildings on the arms watching with a grin on his face the crowded but comfortable palace square. Through the ten foot bronze doors, the king’s hand walks in briskly wearing a white dress shirt, white stockings, polished leather boots and a yellow long coat with a bleached fur trim. “My lord and friend William, it is time we must discuss our nation’s affairs.”
William stays in his lounging position, still relaxing as he stirs the wine from his goblet. “ I am aware that a forum is being held at the Temple of Isos, please reassure me that we have at least an ambassador competent enough to sit quietly and not cause a stir?”

“Don’t fear my lord, I ousted that buffoon Chasler and sent Mason Tenor. “

“Oh really? My daughter’s husband? I like that kid. He does sound pretentious like all Tenors but he’s got one silver tongue. By the way, he got word about my Government Supremacy Edict, no?”

The Great Temple of Isos
The Hall of Judgement
Mason Tenor, ambassador of The Ansembourg Kingdom sits patiently shuffling his documents. He listens patiently to the Krenth knowing better to not offend the other ambassadors for their race just like the former did. He usually would deny all baseless acussations however the “barbarians” of the frontier do not bother the Anse, therefor he simply doesn’t care. He then see’s the sly ambassador Vorshilov preaching the name of a equal government. He thinks to himself “how does a government run it self if everyone is equal? Someone has to have at least one family that has better privileges so they can lead”.
Mason gets up adjusting his spectacles. “ Great and Honorable lords and gentlemen, I am Mason Tenor, Ambassador of the Kingdom of Ansembourg. I am a little bit unsettled by our colleague Voroshilov. I do not wish to intervene with other country’s political doctrines unless it goes against the Anse. So Voroshilov, to answer your question, I don’t mind about your communistic ways and hope the Confederacy achieves greatness however, I advise you to keep your spreading outside of Ansembourg Kingdom for we are not interested. We will take action on foreigners who wish to disobey our Government Supremacy edict by deporting them and we shall execute repeat offenders. I am terribly sorry that we must go down this road but we enjoy the current approach on government and we hope that we may engage in some private discussions on trade after the assembly. Thank you.” He sits back down slowly.

Karanthal, Ansembourg
Ansembourg Palace

“ Next is I must bring forth to your attention that we should open our trade restrictions. I caught news that our distant neighbors the Ilisians are in need of new war technology. With your permission I shall send Diplomat Travis with a royal escort on a transport ship.”

“Yes yes of course.” William takes a hearty gulp of wine as Daniel walks over to the telegrapher that is restricted to the Palace alone and begins to type up the message “Please get Travis on his way. See if we can also sell the mountains of ores being unused in exchange for some fruits and veggies. I have noticed on my stroll through the market district that the restaurants have marked up apples a whole ten crown. “
Daniel nods to Williams request as he receives a telegram stating that Travis is ready to make is journey to Ilisia.

“Now Daniel, is that everything?” William gets up pouring a goblet of wine for Daniel.

“I guess that should be all that requires your approval. The council and I shall be rendezvousing for brunch at the hanging gardens in an hour.” Daniel receives the goblet from William “ For Brilliancy and for the Future, my Lord.” The two clank metals and finish the contents in unison.

[Darkspleen]

The Hall of Judgment, The Great Temple of Isos, The Storm Isles

Almost six foot six, Prime Minister Meltarien Hirion Aerataur struck an imposing figure even amongst his fellow Krenth. His bright crimson garb, which covered almost every square inch of his body, only enhanced this. His charcoal skin, visible only around his eyes and hands, were a stark contrast to what he wore. His well manicured fingers idly twirled a pencil as he leaned back in his seat, waiting for the queen on the isles to arrive.

The Prime Minister of the Cormyrean Isles was a rare sight at these meetings, having only attending once before years ago when he had first been put into office. The ambassador occupying the seat next to the Prime Minister was a more frequent quest to the Storm Isles, attending almost every single meeting that was open to foreign dignitaries. His garb, a subdued blue robe, matched his bored looking eyes. Those very eyes suddenly became very alert when the queen of the isles made her appearance.

Both the Prime Minister and ambassador had thought that the day would be dull, listening to dignitaries from two separate countries argue over some superfluous trade issue. By the end of the day the ambassador would, as he had always, make some half hearted plea to have some part of the Storm Isles 'returned' to the Cormyrean Dominion. Over the past two hundred years the Cormyrean Dominion had tried to regain control of the Krenth homeland. Eventually it had degenerated into little more than a formality, something that both sides knew would never really occur. Even so every year the Cormyrean Dominion made a show of at least asking.

Both Cormyrean officials leaned forwards as the ambassador from Foray spoke. Suddenly they had much more to do than simply sit and listen. This matter would have to be addressed. Immediately. While the Confederate and Ansembourg officials spoke Meltarien thought up a speech. His ambassador companion, knowing what his role was, actually paid attention to the foreign dignitaries as they spoke. Finally they had said their part and it was Cormyral's turn.

"I speak on behalf of the remnants of the Krenth Empire now residing on the Cormyrean Isles." Meltarien said as he rose from his seat. His friendly tone implied that he was smiling behind the veil that covered the lower half of his face. "My friends," He took a few steps towards the center of the hall as he spoke, "do not let the words uttered by the Foray delegate sway you into making a terrible mistake." He turned his gaze towards Harkor, intentionally looking at a member of the Triumvirate who was not the queen. He hoped that it pressed the point that those who ruled Cormyral realized that not all the power in the Storm Isles rested in the queen. "In one breath he declares the needs of his people," Meltarien spread his arms out to his sides, "and in the next he attempts to cast his target in a bad light. But no one here is fooled by this." He turned his gaze to Sven as he said "None here will be played like a puppet." Finally he looked pointedly at the queen. "None here, besides perhaps the delegate from Foray, would be so despicable as to partake in the genocide of an undeserving people." He turned, sweeping his gaze on the dignitaries from countries across the world. "The Frontier is not the lush farmlands that he would have you believe. It is a wasteland, a hell on Achea. The people who live on it are too busy simply trying to stay alive to waste their energies attacking another country."

"You call them barbarians," Meltarien said as he turned to Foray ambassador, "but only a barbarian would attack a sovereign country without just cause such as you intend to do." His eyes narrowed as he continued "Let it be known to all that the Cormyrean Dominion does not abandon its allies." He let his gaze shift to the Triumvirate for a moment before returning to rest on the Foray ambassador. "A declaration of war on the Remnants of Dawn is the same as a declaration of war on the Cormyrean Dominion." Meltarien stared at his Foray counterpart for a moment longer before returning to his seat. His companion was absent, having excused himself during Meltarien's speech to send word of the possibility of war back to the isles. From there word would quickly reach their allies in the Frontier.

CDS Vindicator, 3rd Fleet, Tiberian Sea

"What is the second flotilla's position and bearing?" Lord High Admiral Jaina Walker asked. Not only was she the only woman on the bridge of the Vindicator class battleship which served as the 3rd fleet's flagship, but she was also the only human on the entire ship.

"It is one kilometer to port with a bearing of seven degrees east, ma'am." A Krenth officer replied. He, like all of the officers, wore a navy blue uniform similar to those favored by human-centric nations, except a hood made of light clothe served to cover most of his head and face.

"Signal them to change their bearing to ten degrees east." High Admiral Walker's uniform was similar to those worn by the Krenth officers with a few changes. Most notable was the lack of the hood worn by the Krenth, although her uniform's collar was longer than one might expect and was worn straight so that it covered up to her jaw line. A long cape, signaling her status to all who saw it, hung loosely from her left shoulder.

Every year the Cormyrean Dominion sent a fleet to conduct naval exercises in the waters separating the continent of Tiberia and Velldon. The exercises were less for training and more to hopefully discourage any aggressive actions between the powers of the region. Tiberia had finally calmed down and the king of Cormyral wanted Tiberia to remain calm, sleeping. He was more than willing to dispatch a few battleships and battlecruisers, accompanied by a few flotillas of destroyers, to make his point.

Resuscitated Hope, Cormyrean Administrative Zone, The Lost Frontier

"What a dreary place." Princess Nessiel Faerona Berbrinsel muttered as she rode into the small town alongside her escort of twenty soldiers. Somehow the name Resuscitated Hope didn't quite match the atmosphere of the town. Whoever had founded the town had obviously believed that it was a new start for the Lost Frontier; either that or he was being ironic. Either way the name simply didn't match. Perhaps it was the heavy rain that fell or the fact that many of the buildings in town were falling apart. More likely than not, however, it was the fact that few in the town looked like they had much hope. Those Nessiel could see outside or through the windows of the various buildings, went about their business with their shoulders slumped.

"Not quite what you were expecting?" The captain of her personal guard asked as the group neared what Nessiel assumed to be an inn of sorts.

"Somehow the Lost Frontier had always sounded...romantic." She answered as the captain helped her off of her horse. "At the very least I wasn't expecting it to be downright depressing." The captain failed to respond, besides a short chuckle, as he and his men escorted her into the inn. The first thing Nessiel noticed upon entering was the stench of tobacco. Next she noticed that almost every person in sight carried some kind of weapon on their person, usually within easy reach.

"Even here in the administrative zones the Lost Frontier can be wild." The captain commented. He sent one of his men to acquire rooms for the group as he guided the young princess to a corner of the inn, shooing away its occupants to make room for her to sit.

"Now I can see why father was so against me coming here."

"Even so," the captain took a seat besides the princess, his men forming a protective wall around the two, "it is important that you see this land and its conditions, if not now then later. This country is dying." He leaned forward as he spoke. "Travel just a few miles further from the coast and the land is simply dead. Blasted by some unknown blight. There is even less law there than here."

"Why do we even bother trying to stabilize this country if its this bad even with our presence? Untold amounts of money is spent to encourage human women to immigrate in to our country. And for what reason? To delay the inevitable?"

The captain sighed, wishing the princess would just observe now and question when she returned home. "The complete death of this country and its occupants would be a terrible thing to behold. The region would take decades to stabilize from the sudden power vacuum and Cormyral would not be left untouched from the resulting chaos. Never forget that this is our backyard, and the people here are our neighbors. Now," the captain rose to his feet, "shall we call it a night?"

[JarlWolf]

The Great Temple of Isos
The Hall of Judgement

Vazheli noted the recent discussions, and spoke with his advisor.
"Delegate Mason, if you wish to have no part in founding an international development committee, of which would be made up of several nations of various ideals and creeds, then you are welcome to abstain from it. The Confederacy's attempts at peacefully spreading communist doctrine to other nation's is based on voluntary acceptance and grass roots movements, and we will not force a regime that will cause too much turbulent change. Any attacks on our citizens however, who may be visiting your nation, working in your nation or otherwise for reasons of mere affiliation or themselves stating their peaceful opinion will not be taken kindly. We will not promote our nation's ideal directly in your nation if you see fit, but in the eyes of the Crimson Comrades you are needlessly excluding yourself from many developmental benefits, including an improved healthcare system, of which if I am not mistaken, your nation has high demand for due to plague and disease having run rampant in your nation. As for discussions on trade, we will happy listen to any proposals you have and discuss from there."

Vazheli looks at delegate Mason, and respectfully salutes to him, and he turns his gaze to the ambassador of Foray.
He looked at him with an assertive stare, and he had unbroken eye contact with him.
"The Crimson Comrades does not support imperialistic policies that are purely in the interests of nationalistic fervor and greed. We will not support a nation that seeks to war monger, let alone attack a nation that has seen so much conflict that it has problems sustaining itself. We humbly advise you and your government to refrain from such violent measures against the people of The Frontier, a land of which lacks the potential resources you described your people having needed, and carefully tread diplomatically, as the ice of which your relations wander seems to be shattering. And if gone too far will lead to disastrous war with other parties, of which I am sure the people of your nation do not want to endure and pay the price of needless death for."

He looked to the rest of the assembly, his grim eyes looking at everyone as he slowly turned his head, and he sat back down slowly.

[MelonHead]

The Great Temple of Isos
The Hall of Judgemen

“Ah, I see I have misjudged you all, so wise in the matters of the Foray.” He started slowly, but his eyes burned. “You have all no doubt seen my people die, in the thousands, to disease and famine. You have seen the fertile plains of our lands ravaged by barbarians and militants who care for naught but war?” He slammed his fist down. “You know nothing of our plight, or our people. You condemn us for trying to save what we have managed to etch out in this violent world? I hear you speak such nonsense as you sit and grow fat and prosperous in your viable homeland. Indeed my own child grew sick from our last famine and passed away, even those we consider prosperous through their own ingenuity are not safe. You speak of spreading peace, and then you declare war on those who do what they can to survive. You are hypocrites, and indeed I care not for your opinions or those of nations which exist far from our borders. You have no business interfering in our matters, and indeed logistically you have no realistic threat to pose to us. Were you planning to invade our mountains? Hah, you make me laugh indeed.” He laughed shortly. “And you, Communist. You’re ideology is flawed in that you condemn the workers who are supposed to most gain from your government. How is it you stand here is, alleviated beyond your fellows, when all should be equal? You have not understood what I say, my people have tried over the years to establish agricultural centres around the great lake to the north of our lands. Repeatedly we have been beaten back by military forces, our farmers and workers slain. Do not speak in ignorance. However as I have said, I care not for what you say, only the Dominion have anything to speak of with the Foray.” The Krenth ambassador returned to his seat, his piece said. Perhaps they would sit the fuck down and listen to reason, but it seemed unlikely considering the blatant stupidity they had already displayed.

[JarlWolf]

The Great Temple of Isos
The Hall of Judgement

Vazheli looked at the ambassador of Foray, and noted further.

He stood up in response to the ambassador's rattle, and looked at him calmly.

"I stand here as an elected representative of my people. Elected by popular vote, of which a vast majority of the people in this nation have deemed me as their humble servant. I take on the great burden of leadership, and I am in no way above my people. The Confederacy has abolished serfdom, saw a nation that was deprived of proper infrastructure due to the greed of tyrants, and within 8 years the Crimson Comrades has made the people in the Confederacy some of the most well cared for and safe people in the world. Our industry has brought wealth, infrastructure and social services has made our people quite happy, safe, and healthy. And everyone has access to these services. You cannot condemn my nation from your position when we have rose up past abhorrid civil war and repression, and built infrastructure from the ground up, and continue to prosper from our united struggle. No other nation on this planet has the racial and social equity we benefit. No other nation on this planet has the amount of social services and benevolent government aimed to listen to the heeds of her people. It is not I, or any one of us who misunderstand your plight. If you had but asked for aid instead of risking the lives of your people further, instead of asking or supporting per say, my proposed policy of international development, aimed to develop infrastructure and assist nation's in need, we need not have this discussion on this belligerence and expansionist policy."

Vazheli looked at him, and stared straight into the angry diplomats eyes.

"I have buried my own children, my own friends and family ambassador, shot from the bullets of an imperialistic government, who fired upon people who were enacting the right of peaceful protest. I myself, along with many of my own people have faced hardship and we have overcome our sorrow and grief and replaced it with a pride of our progress. And we have not declared war on your nation yet ambassador, nor have I stated we will. Again. I advise you to re think your actions and approach the situation in a much more diplomatic, and less aggressive manner."

Vazheli sits down again, not breaking eye contact with the ambassador, and sitting down in a relaxed manner.

[1DVSguy]

Marauw Kilia, Diplomat of the Hali

The Great Temple of Isos
The Hall of Judgement

Marauw glanced around nervously, his long, reptillian, tongue snaking out at random. A snort of amusement came from beside him and Marauw turned to the source of the sound. Ikosla Ganali, A Chief of War, sat in the wooden chair looking at the arguing delegates with amusement.
"Do you think we should do something?" Marauw asked nervously.

Ikosla grinned showing his sharp teeth, "Why? This is too funny..." He gave a quite chuckle.
Another Reptar to the left of Marauw, Chief of the Sky, Uflayey, leaned forward from his seat to address the Chief of War, "I do not see what you find amusing in all of this Chief Ikosla..."
It was true, The Hali nation was strictly peaceful, but as allies to the Foray, they were expected to aid them if a War broke out. Marauw looked at the imposing Krenth speaking and shrunk back. Standing at Four foot nine, Marauw was short even for a Reptar, whose average height was five foot four.
The Chief of the Skies besides him noticed his fear and sighed, holding his webbed fingers to his face, "Perhaps we can send food to the Foray if they promise to restrain themselves?"

Ikosla laughed, "I doubt it, besides I would enjoy a little exercise in the field!"

Uflayey rolled his eyes in disgust, "I don't find your militarism very reasuring... I shall address the Foray then..."

The Reptar stood up as the Diplomat for The Crimson Comrades sat down and adjusted his headress of exotic green and blue feathers. Clearing his voice he called out to the chamber, trying to project his voice as far as possible with his small stature, "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Hall! I propose a peaceful solution of aid for the Foray..."

Snickers of of amusement swept through the hall at the strange, small, lizard like figure and Marauw groaned and clutched his bone necklace and whispered to himself, "Oh Kivuli, most revered Goddess of Night and Luck... Please grant us fortune and please do not let us shame our country..."

Ufalyey continued, ignoring the murmurs of the assembly, "Foray has been a great friend to The Hali for nearly a Decade providing us with much needed military aid and technology... in return The Hali have traded lumber and food products. But in light of this new issue, The Nation of The Hali proposes that we lower our prices on our food products so that the Foray may purchase more to feed it's people... However we do ask that Foray restrains herself from attacking The Lost Frontier as a war can only end badly for both sides of the conflict."
He turned to the Ambassador from Foray and addressed him directly with caution, "Is this course of action acceptable?"