It was around midday, the streets and fields of Yamato were empty, it was a custom in Yamato to have lunch exactly at noon so it was hard to see people out of their houses at that hour.
In the royal palace everyone had lunch together: king, queen, servants, guards, etc sharing the same table, everyone who wanted to eat there was invited regardless of their social status.
There was only one person who was not having lunch "My Lady! wake up! it's midday!" A servant carrying a tray fool of food woke Chidori up, the queen just rubbed her eyes and yawned then took the tray and noticed a letter
"What is this?" The queen asked
"the messenger said it was an invitation for a meeting with other rulers"

Ophelia had been awake, long before the sun had risen. She was preparing for a world meeting, something that she didn't bother to attend, though her mood has lightened somewhat.

The queen was fixing the collar of her jacket, making herself seem presentable. It was odd to see a woman wearing something other than a dress, and often times it was considered to be barbaric, but at least the girl was clothed. After the girl considered herself to be well dressed, she turned around and began walking out of her room. "Prepare the caravan." She yelled at a handmaid that stood outside, waiting for her. The handmaid quickly nodded and shuffled off, notifying the other servants that the queen was now leaving the kingdom. While the girl would be gone, she would put her trust into her First Lieutenant.

"The Queen is leaving!" The voice of the servant echoed throughout the kingdom which has barely woken up. This caused several disruptions, forcing people to open their windows and watch as the queen entered her caravan and headed down the cobblestone path, thus beginning her journey to the meeting place of the kingdoms.

The sound of clopping hooves could be heard as two horses crashed through the forest undergrowth, lead by a pack of barking dogs with teeth bared in pursuit of a fleeing fox. King Chernobog held his bow aloft from the back of his horse but held back on firing, because he knew his younger brother Uaithne was nearby, waiting until they had cornered their target. Even at the tender age of 15, Uaithne was a better marksmen then Chernobog, and had always been the one most handy with weapons between them. For the most part, Chern enjoyed the thrill of the chase but was secretly unable to kill anything himself and always had to wait for someone else to dispatch the prey animal. His brother and heir apparent on the other hand had no such apprehensions.

As the two riders reunited in a clearing, it was clear that the fox was cornered. Chern watched out of the corner of his eye as Uaithne pulled an arrow from his quiver and took aim at the fox. His gaze then darted to the fox, and in a moment his heart skipped a beat. He raised his hand, waving it in the air frantically.

"WAIT!"

Startled, Uaithne let go of his bow before he had centered on the fox, and the arrow fired into a nearby tree branch as he winced. There in the crook of the tree behind the fox was a litter of kits, and Chern had realized almost too late that they had been tracking their mother. He heard Uaithne swear under his breath as he lowered his weapon and shook his head in dismay. The fox family had already vanished into the trunk of the tree, and the formerly bloodthirsty dogs where now sitting patiently waiting for orders from their masters.

Chern looked at his brother apologetically. "Sorry, I just didn't think it was fair. ...If we do things like that there'll be no more foxes to hunt, after all."

"Whatever." Uaithne sneered.

Just then, as they where turning around to find another animal to track, a carrier pigeon appeared and descended from the sky and landed in front of Chern. He untied the message around the bird's ankle and read it, getting wide-eyed with every word. He made a gesture to his brother to follow, and then took off at full speed for Saffron castle to prepare for the meeting.

Hazar smirked as he noticed his new recruits were working with conviction, none of them seemed to bat an eye when he walked through there training, or even hen he joined them. When they came to the sparring Hazar returned to his large stone cylinder he called home.The cold of winter seemed bitter but to oddly add a skip to everyone step. The stronghold and cities of alftheim were well equipped for the winter and they seemed to be resistant to the frost. As Hazar took a bite of a blackened meat covered in spices and salt a young man dress a large fur coat, a leather cap and strange hide leggings a smile let up the oligarchic king's face.

"ahhh, you must be from the group I sent to map a route to the yamoto, come, sit down have a drink" he cheered as the man did so.
"sir, with all do respect, why do you want to meet these people? the land there is hotter than a hot spring and there rules are odd" responded the ship's crew member
"this may be true, but remember they are powerful, and in this world you can't stay powerful without powerful friends" hazar muttered after swallowing his meal "but I am better than to just ignore a fellow member of my community, I feel that perhaps by uplifting these garbs of ours, perhaps we won't be as warm, and do not worry, for my own sake, I don't believe in forcing such rules against my people, then I would be as much a tyrant as the last"

Still the thought of turning into such a man made hazar stay up late at night pondering if he was a good man.

The caravan grew warm, and soon the temperature was unbearable. Ophelia could feel the sweat dripping down her forehead causing her to cringe lightly. The noblewoman banged the wall of the caravan. "Move quicker," She demanded. The guards spurred the horses that pulled the caravan causing them to move much faster than they were earlier. The pathway they walked along was bumpy and as their speed increased, the tension on the wheels grew higher and Ophelia could feel the difference.

At this rate, Ophelia might die of a heat stroke. The noblewoman attempted to keep her cool composure by closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths. The heat is only momentary, soon you'll be inside a nice, cool castle and a cold drink... She removed her white gloves and placed her right hand over her forehead, wiping off the sweat that slowly began to collect. The Ice Queen is melting.

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"Queen... Queen Ophelia..." A guard opened the door of the caravan. It appeared as though Ophelia fell asleep during the ride as a futile attempt to get rid of her crankiness and ignore the blazing heat. "What is it?" She murmured as she sat up and put her gloves back up.
"We're here. We made it to the meeting place." The guard stepped aside and let Ophelia exit the caravan.
"Good... How long has the ride been?" The noblewoman asked as she adjusted her jacket.
"It has only been a few hours, I thought you were dead-"
"That's enough." She stopped him before he went on with his meaningless prattle. It appeared as though she was slightly early to this little get together.

Chidori stood up and walked to her closet, in the way she let her sleeping dress fall to the floor, the servant looked aside blushing.
"i'll eat as fast as possive, go get two horses" the servant left and Chidori quickly got dressed her white furisode. From her window she could see the servant runing towards the stable.
A few minutes later the servant was back, Chidori was holding a suitcase and walked out of the room, when they reached the horses 100 soldiers appeared
"we are here to escort you milady"
"You would only slow me down" Chidori tied the suitcase to the saddle of horse ang got on it, the servant got on the other horse and they headed towards Alftheim
"wouldn't i slow milady down?"
"Nah, plus i need you to help me with the make up!"
(the make up is in the cs xD)

Hazar looked to the halls as he and his servants worked together, he always felt wrong when people did his work for him, he would be a terrible man if he let the royalty get the best of him. Looking in at the chefs the smell of there meats alone captivated him into helping, buying foreign vegetables and herbs to add along the spices he could, eating a good meal could in over the rulers he'd meet. As the he went back to placing there best mead for each participant a man dressed in a light coat over hardened leather came to him and explained that A guest had arrived.

"good and just in time, I have wanted to meet this woman for a long time, she seems so diffrent from the other rulers" he said in his usual jolly manner

Upon arriving back at the castle Chern wasted no time preparing for the trip; after what he read he was anxious to get going. When he and his wife Rosaline where ready to leave, there wasn't have much of a caravan waiting for them, only a small carriage which was usually used on local tours around the kingdom. They set out for Alftheim that day with only four horses, a carriage driver and two guards for company, but Chern was mostly thankful for the relative quiet on the trip as he squirmed around restlessly, betraying his stress and alarm.

Rosaline looked out the window in boredom with her hand on her chin, sort of half-rolling her eyes in a fairly undignified way. "You're nervous this has to do with your grandfather." She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes.

He didn't say anything. Rosaline had been born in the Southern kingdom which Saffron had annexed not long ago. Their marriage had been a passionless political maneuver by Chern's father at the end of his life, with the aim being to reunite his brother's kingdom with his own. Despite this, they got along reasonably well; he thought she was pretty and kind and tried to be courteous to her, even though after two years they still didn't have much of a romance. The only time she grated on his nerves was times like this when her excellent perceptive abilities led her to read his emotions and restate them aloud. That always hurt his pride, but he wasn't going to start an argument with her then and there, and didn't see the point in responding.

Instead he only scratched his head and sighed worriedly, continuing to fidget in silence for the rest of the journey. When they finally arrived in Alftheim the next morning, he was more then eager to get his feet back on the ground.

After catching a serf who constantly tried to steal food and leading him into a locked closet as always, Hazar and ten of his body guards raced there ay to the gates, were the guards there opened the large faux boix doors. Putting on a large smile Hazar greeted his guest warmly.

"come in please, you must be so cold, allow us to warm you up. We have plenty of food and drinks in my dining quarters, follow me if you'd please" he said begining to walk only to stop and turn around losing the smile he had portrayed before. "by they way, if you'd please, no trouble for the people of my town, they are a bit rambunctious and might spring into action at any moment" he said in a tone showing a serious matter taken as a joke. It as true his people did not enjoy visiters, neither did he, but the lust and greed for power over powered this. Again he and the Guards began there walk back to the castle they lived in.

"How long must I wait?" Ophelia stood beside her four guards and placed her hands on her hips, her long black hair was picked up by small winds that cooled down the melting queen.
"Uhm I don't know-"
"It was a rhetorical question..." She stopped the guard once more.

The five foreign bodies waited for the kingdom's reigning king to come and greet them. While Ophelia remained in her stoic position, her other guards lollygagged beside the horses, most likely sweating under their heavy clad armor. Ophelia's kingdom was known for their strict military training and walled cities, but her guards at the moment did not look up to their expectation. She couldn't argue nor throw a fit, her guards weren't used to the heat, it was quite the opposite actually, most soldiers would fight their wars in colder climates to fend off the northern kingdoms. The southern kingdoms were much more pleasant.

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Supposedly... It was cold where they were?
"Pardon?" Ophelia murmured, she followed behind the king. She snapped her fingers and signaled for her four guards to follow.

Just before arriving to Alftheim Chidori stopped her horse and got jumped off from it, the servant looked at her.
"ok, lets start with the make up " Chidori said, the servant nodded and prepared everything, after an our Chidori was ready and they resumed the march.
The weather was getting cold, both girls were shaking when they reached the gates.of the kingdom

Hazar smirked as the newest ruler arrived in a strange garb, she must of been freezing. He merely signaled her to the castle before leading the others hoping there glutton of a serf ocgnoton had not left the closet. "I hope you all enjoy meat, it's hard to grow anything here and most of it goes to the animals so most of our meals are prepared from live stock: sheep, moose, cows, and many of the kinds of game we find our what most of our dishes are made from, but Here I am boring you with our food" he said casually as if they were on a tour.

Chern crossed his arms as he got off the carriage, followed shortly by Rosaline. The driver tipped his hat at them as they walked with the two guards they'd brought behind them. He shivered and then sneezed as they approached the gate. The air smelled cold and dead to to his sensibilities, he was far too used to Saffron's warm floral gardens. It was almost like being allergic to the absence of allergens.

Chidori Looked at Chern and inmediatly realized who he was "nice place to meet huh?" Chidori talked in a really informal way, something that would shock people from the same status as her, her speech was followed by a warm smile that dissapeared as soon as she noticed Rosaline.

The emperor had been awake since the sun started to shine the land of his empire. Standing up from his bed in only his sleeping clothes he was quite interesting to see what what this meeting was about that he gotten an invite to. Since his country had been fighting an civil war at their door steps, he didn't have much time planing on waging war with his fellow nabors to expand his Empire for the good of his people.Getting clothed in his traditional clothing. A fine coat, with under that a fine shirt that was made form fine imported silk, with diamonds as buttoms. A knock could be heard at the door of the royal sleeping cambers. " Come in" Klausen then turned towards the door and saw his loyal general. " My emperor the carrige and four of the Skulls rider unit is ready to escort you to the meeting " He said as he bowed a little with a fist on his chest

"Good good, Make sure that the empire isnt over run by the time i come back my friend. " He said as he took some brown pants on, and going towards the Armor that was within his chambers. "Of course i will not make the empire fall just because you left for a little while dear old friend." He said as he rose his back up streight." And is that really necencary with going to a meeting in your armor. They would think we eather going to war or just ask for trouble. . " The emperor had already gotten the steel boots on and was now dearling with the legs. " I know. Just want to make us look strong in our point of weakness you know help me out with this here. " The Imperoal general Felex walked over to him and helped him putting the steel leggings on him followed afterwards with the chestplate " Well one thing is certent, you havent changed your additute. " The emperor just gave a chuckle, with a small smile slowly making its way to form on his face " Well sorry. Anyway i like to have some breatfest in the carrige since we are going to have a long way ahead of us." Finishing the chestplate and putting the gallutes on Felex just nods " Alright i inform a guard to take it down to the carrige." He then turned around and left the room, with the emperor now alone he took a book at his bed table and walked out of the bed chamber.

Waiting at the carrige he saw that a guard was moving closer towards him with some food in his hand. " Ah lovely breakfest" The guard noded and reached the food to the emperor and with a smile and a nod he took it from the guard and entered the carrige that was surrounded by four riders that horses had been armed with armor that had the form of a skull at the horces head. The armor on the horses sides were your normal steel plating to protect from arrows, the riders themself had armors looking more demonic than normal.

With its helment looking like a demon head with two horns poping out to each side on top, and with its only holes being the eyes and some smaller holes at the mouth. The armor itself was formed by gelalia steel.The armor had the form of normal armor with steel plates all over it. The steel leggings had skulls on where the knee kap would be.

Giving the order to start moving the soldier that was controling the carrige sat the horses in motion as he began to ride the coble stone streets of his empire out to the westen gates and soon sound him out in the country side of his empire

povoran was going to armour his tiger for the big conservesation.
"cmon skarr we need to go"
then he go on the back of skarr

The emperor had just finished eating his breakfest while looking at hte beautiful view of the country side of his lands, hearing the birds sing and the moment of his carrige with the horses and four of his personal guards that was escorting him, for him to attend this meeting of the other lands rulers,

Back at the capital, Felex had been walking through the royal garden thinking about how to turn this civil war around as they were losing ground. Hit and run tactics were sure not that effective to crush an army head on but it sure as hell does the job to bleed the empire out. He had rubed his chin with his beard as he walked down the lovely rose garden part of the garden that was filled with roses of every kind that could live in the climate of the empire. Getting an idea Felex turned around and was now on the way towards the inventors that had joined the Emperors faction at the execution of the last emperor.

Chidori entered the castle, the guards could not stop looking at her, was it because of her make up? maybe because of her two big "charms".
"This lands are really cold, surely this country has amazing warriors" Chidori said while looking at the architecture

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Chidori entered the castle, the guards could not stop looking at her, was it because of her make up? maybe because of her two big "charms"."This lands are really cold, surely this country has amazing warriors" Chidori said while looking at the architecture

Hazar smiled at her as the men looked at he for there very many reasons. "well not to sound conceded but we our well aware that out men are powerful, the cold gives you a mind set specifically on warming up and making a but of muscle does just that, even the women in our kingdom have a good work out here and there" he said giving a cold look to his guard staring at Chidori's rear. "but we are not a militant state, we perfer to leave fighting to the idoitic, if we are dragged in, we do what we must and I do not let my soldiers risk a death I do not, and I lead them into battle" he said realizing he was bragging "enough about me thought, I see you have a unique garb for celebrations how did this become?"