Off the Coast of Rivalia
The small, three-ship fleet of Avarian warships was sailing peacfuilling across the Sailor's sea. The Avarian Ambassador, Thor Ranz, a tall Avarian of 7 feet and brown-grey feathers, he was garbed in the traditional green robes of the higher class of his race. Today, however, conquest was not on his mind. He was sailing to Rivalia for a negotiation. Arvara, who had of late had a desire to expand over the Sailor's Sea, wanted to purchase land from Rivalia. It was a small plot of land pinched against the mountains, a river, and the coast that was technically not owned by any nation. However, Avara was in no mood to make political enenimes, and in the spirit of diplomacy sent Thor out to purchase the land.
The Avarian government had enabled Thor to spend quite a fair amount on the small plot of land. His only strict order was to not threaten the River Elves, as Avara wanted to forge allies in the eastern world. Thor's ships came into the harbor of a large city located on the at the very northern-most section of the Dragon Pennisula. There, he unboarded, and waited to be met by the River Elf greeting party.
Off the Coast of Lumenor
Erika Pecote had just made landfall in Homestead, the very extravigant capital of Lumen. She, like many of the fellow Avarian Ambassadors, she was sent on a diplomatic meeting. For her, the Horizon Isles were of interest. While not owned by any one nation, the Lumen had the closest claims to it, and the Avarians wished to take possession of it without enraging any of its neighboring nations-- especially the Lumen, who they admired as one of the most trustworthy and civilized of all the races. She patiently waited at the harbor in her customary yellow robes for the Lumen greet party to arrive.
Next to the Serpents Channel in Avara
General Leondis Rito stood before his army of 7,500. They were in the final stages of preparing for their nation's third invasion of the Northern Avarian Island. This time, the Slythers would be exterminated for sure. All they waited on now was the final preparations. In a weeks time, the invasion would begin, and the Avarians would soon nearly double their empires size. Leondis smiled to himself, the much anticipated bloodshed making his pure-white feathers ruffle.
(Sorry if I am playing this wrong. I have never done a nation RP before. If I have messed up let me know and I will edit this)