[IMG]http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2010/210/6/1/The_Armory_by_atomhawk.jpg[/IMG] ---- 20th Midyear 4E, 205 [u]Roark Farandras[/u] Ald'ruhn, Vvardenfell The sound of metal clashing against each other filled the halls of the foundry. Everyone inside was sweating like a mad beast as the heat of the molten mineral seeps into their skin. But the smiths of the Dunmer and Orsimer were no strangers to heat, for in their profession, the hotter it is, the better for their blade. All but one among the people in the foundry stood out, as his clothes seems to contrast the environment around him "How are the men doing" Roark asks one of the Dunmer supervisors. "Our men are getting along pretty well with the Orcs, heck, they even look up to them. It looks like your speech proved more worthwhile than you've expected." Roark watched the smiths work continuously on the task they were given. Strangely the smiths weren't working on the usual Dunmer inspired weapons, but instead, were working on something influenced not of Tamrelic nature. "The men will finish the contract on the date we've settled, House Redoran will have the new arms they need." said the supervisor. Roark nodded in response, he was a man of few words, but in things like these, the supervisors wished he'd say anything about the matter. ---- 20th Midyear 4E, 205 [u]Telvanni Master Neloth[/u] Molag Mar, Vvardenfell In the middle of a small pit that used to be core of a Dwemeric pipe, was Azarkan, the Golem construct of Neloth for Morrowind. Azarkan's training partners shook on the ground they stood upon, after seeing the sight of the monster they are about to fight with. None can actually face the Golem without thinking of running away due to its menacing presence. "Are the next batch ready?" Says Neloth who was standing on a platform overlooking Azarkan train himself with the use of the [url=http://elderscrolls.wikia.com/wiki/Daedric_Crescent]Daedric Crescent[/url] given by the Nerevarine. "Yes master Neloth, they need only the enchantments requested by our King." says one of the Telvanni mages assigned to the place. "Excellent, I'm expecting the quality of the enchantments are fit to the taste of the King, I don't like my reputation ruined." Replied by the Mage-Lord. The Telvanni mage leaves Neloth after hearing those words, but not without bowing respectfully first. Neloth then turns his head back to Azarkan who was done slaying a part of the Argonian captives in Tear. The corpses was either burned, crushed, or cut in half by the Golem Commander. "Now.. Vangaurd of Morrowind.. you are free to do whatever you like." says Neloth who leaves the platform, letting Azarkan as he pleases with the corpses. ---- 25th Midyear 4E, 205 Eltheric Ocean, Day and a half south of Sunhold. King Orgnum bowed his head to the Dunmer, indicating he wished to speak to his crew privately. Some talk ensued before the front of his rich green robe could once again be seen glimmering in the sun. “Your emissary is invited to step foot on our boat, and so is anyone else from Morrowind, provided that they be unarmed. Our people will come aboard yours, also unarmed, at the same rate yours comes aboard ours.” He smiled under his lengthy beard while addressing the emissary. “It looks like we have a hostage situation, if only we were at war. Come, come, taste some jungle fruit and tell me what has made you sail all the way out here.” A Dunmer wearing a black robe with the Nerevarine’s insignia etched on the cloth, stepped forward along with two other men, who was wearing an armor made of Chitin. The men were cautious as they walk on the ship’s deck, it was the first time they’ve ever met a Maomer, and their expectations of what they were like, made them more uneasy. Upon reaching a room inside the Maomer ship, the Dunmer emissary takes the jungle fruit offered to him, and takes a small bite from it. The juices of the fruit seeped into his mouth, while he chews on the flesh of the fruit that was softer than any fruit he ever tasted. It was a delight that no other Dunmer experienced, which made him lose every concern of his safety, and the crew. “Our King, Oravos the Nerevarine, slayer of the false gods Almalexia and Dagoth Ur, wishes to extend the opportunities that Morrowind has to offer to our cousins hidden by the mist.” As the Dunmer stepped onto his boat, Orgnum and his men extended their left arms forward slightly. Staves slithered from under their sleeves and onto the ground before stiffening. Orgnum handed his staff to the emissary with a curt nod and a wry smile. The King led the emissary to his quarters in the back of the boat. Orgnum’s quarters were furnished with serpentine themes chairs, tables, desks, and paintings. The snakes and snakely creatures were carved crawling up the legs and frames of nearly everything. From the head of one serpent at his table Orgnum procured two goblets. He pressed the goblets to the forked tongue of the snake, and from its fangs flowed out a white liquid. “Abbarbas’s own Misty Waters.” Indeed, when he handed the cup to the Dunmer the liquid had lost its white colour and was instead bubbling softly giving the top of it the appearance of mist. Orgnum gave voice and a crew member brought in strange delicacies comprised of beaked reptiles with domed shells (Orgnum inhaled deeply at the passing of this dish, a lavish smile on his face) and many fish Tamriel has no knowledge of. One fishe’s scales shimmered oily colours and flower-like sprouts seemed to be a normal part of another. “Which opportunities are those?” The old wizard king asked, waiting for the Dunmer to begin eating. When the delicacies was revealed to the weary Dunmer trio, all of them couldn’t stop but follow the sight of freshly cooked food. Most of the food presented was foreign to them, but it didn’t stop the Dunmer to take a piece of the everyting on the table. Only the emissary held his composure and remained with an empty plate as he talk to King Orgnum. “Morrowind offers its newly found riches, and collected knowledge to the Maomer people. We are known throughout Tamriel as a major source of Ebony and Raw Glass, something that my King believes your people will be interested in. The knowledge to produce Chitin and Netch armors are also offered by my people, along with the Military arts practiced by my kin.” The Emissary says, who eventually gave in, and indulged himself with a plate of a lobster looking delicacy laid on the table. Orgnum listened to the emissary. Several times he gave looks to his crew, ordering them with his eyes to stay calm. “Ah, our people care not for monetary concerns. Your resources, however, will certainly be welcomed trade. We can offer you our Quicksilver and Moonstone ores in return. Our own chitin provides much of what we craft with but I am curious as to the qualities of yours.” Orgnum takes a sip of his drink. “My appraisal of your own vessel, if you don’t mind hearing it, is that you are in need of some quality shipbuilders. We have the finest inside and outside of Tamriel. They are doubly as good as the Altmer, whom only learned seacraft as a necessity of defending themselves from us. We can craft the Nerevarine impressive heavy warships, burgeoning mercantile vessels, and grand statesmen boats, from the chitin you export. Both countries benefit from the deal, but payment is something of a concern. As I’ve said, our people have no monetary concerns, ourselves being independently wealthy, but we can certainly accept your military proposal as payment provided that the Dunmer are fierce and strong warriors. You may expect us soon.” Orgnum took a bite of the reptile dish, savouring the rich flavour. He looked intently at the emissary, containing a giggle. Now was definitely not the time for those. “I’m sure you’ll be pleased with the Dunmer’s way of crafting chitin. You’ll find it exceptionally resistant to flames that might burn the hull of your ships, and resilient to the corrosive salt of the seas.” The emissary says before taking a sip from the cup filled with water from Abbarbas. “Your appraisal of our ship is right, Morrowind is more focused on its land forces that, our navy is close to non-existent. I can assure you the Dunmer are worthy to share its art in military combat to the Maomer. Our leader expanded our military knowledge with Akaviri techniques, that even the Imperials doesn’t know about.” added by emissary who takes his pause to take a piece of the lobster like meat into his mouth. Orgnum’s eyes widened slightly at the emissary’s words. Me motioned a crewmember over and whispered into his ear. A fresh dish was brought out, this one much different from the exotic and tropical ones of before. “The meat before you, I’m sure you are wondering about it, is freshly obtained from outside of Pyandonea. It is foreign to us so much so that we haven’t had a chance to try many recipes with it. I am impressed with the offer of such a well learned army. Truly it is fortuitous that our people have no past history, and therefore no grudges to keep secrets hidden behind, and I have decided to break this new meat with you. It,” the King said with an air indicative of high tastes, “Is Khajiit brought from Torval. We have skooma as well should you wish to indulge.” The deathless Maormer separated the meat into two bowls and gave the Dunmer one of them. From his bowl he took a small portion to the window which dominated the stern of his quarters. He set it on the sil, opened the window, and thrust his arms towards the sky. A great welling of magicka was felt and Orgnum’s skin briefly took on a milky scaled appearance before settling back to its normal pallor. Dripping ocean water, a gigantic serpent’s head poked into the cabin. Orgnum hissed with it and fed it the Khajiit meat before kissing it and telling it to return to the ocean. He closed the window and apologized to the emissary. “My apologies, she enjoys new foods and you’d be surprised at how lonely a beautiful creature can be in the oceans. You’d weep if only you knew.” His tone indicated that something other than friendliness motivated the kindness he’d displayed to the serpent summoned and casually sent away. “And what of the Dunmer magicks?” The flamboyant elf inquired. ---- [hider=Actions] Morrowind soon arming House Redoran with Akaviri styled weapons. Increasing amounts of Hearthstone Golems. Further training of Azarkan. Morrowind-Pyandonea meeting! [/hider]