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"I shall," Rebat said, stepping forward. He wasn't completely sure how to start. It was as if the moment he stepped forwards, his eloquence with words suddenly left him. He opened his mouth, but all that emitted was a choking croak. Then, the words began to slowly come to him, and he smiled, remembering. " . . . His Might Rughoi the Unbound will not ask much of his mighty neighbor. He is of the belief that kobold strength and intellect will forge his nation, given time. I, the voice of His Might outside of his city, agree with this sentiment." He began picking up the pace, as terms began to come to him. "Our demands are humble and simple, and our willingness to give is great. What we ask is a total end to hostilities between our two nations, as well as a lasting peace that stretches to the end of time." That, he thought, was a good start. "In exchange, merchants flying the Hekaga flag will not be asked to pay tariff. We shall also turn over a number of dracon heirlooms taken from Traeton to you. Lastly, we offer you the title Friend to All Kobold, recognized by all citizens of Xigyll, and an exalted place in the annals of our nation."

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Rebat bowed, upon being addressed. "I am present," he said, drawing himself back up to full height. If he was particularly proud of himself today, he'd say he was slightly taller than half the height of the dracons he met with. "Representing the Empire of Xigyll, headed by His Might Rughoi the Unbound." He didn't know how to address nobility. The closest he got was his master, who, as long as he worked the fields and called him "master", didn't care for associating at all with his kobold tenants. "I am pleased, genuinely pleased, that Xigyll shall soon have its first diplomatic relation. I hope prosperity follows both of our proud nations far into the future."

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The dracons stepped back. Rebat was no expert at judging faces, but they did seem to look sorry to him. "No harm done," Rebat said, with a nervous smile. He looked down at his hand, already mangled from battles past, with the introduction of a solid red line. "Not much, at least. Cultural differences are a pain, are they not?" The dracons nodded solemnly, heads tilted towards the ground. "Now, honorable Mazdak, these fine soldiers have learned their lesson well enough. Send them on their way and they would not bother anyone more, isn't that right?" Again, a nod. The guards shuffled off under the steel gaze of their superior, going around the bend as quickly as they could. "Now . . . " Rebat said, feeling his snout where it was struck. "Let us make an agreement to never allow His Might to hear of this. He loves us so, and to hear of his ambassador being injured while in a dracon city would draw his ire like nothing before." He looked up at the large dracon, his expression brooking no argument. Not that there would be any. "Lovely sight, this city. I'm sure we could easily occupy our time until tomorrow."

Dragon's Mask

The kitchen. It was a spot of normalcy in an endless swirl of the unknowable. In that, it seems almost . . . weird. This room was made for a human, an adult human at least. A place Riley could easily imagine daddy whipping up batter for one of his famous burnt cupcakes, or mummy rearranging the pans to a more 'efficient' layout. Light came from the other side of blinds that covered the windows. Could it be sunlight? Riley took one hesitant step in. Then another. Nina clutched at her ankles, stiff as a board.

A voice rings out. The sound of a boy, a regular person boy, if any exist here. Just on the other side of the window, too. She couldn't see on the other side, and was a little afraid to try. It didn't seem above any of the fairies she met so far to play a trick on her. Seems downright standard, in fact, if they were just using the voice of a person to lure her out and eat her up. Nina moved then. She held her nose up and sniffed in the air. She jumped around, slowly approaching the window. Was she smelling a human or a fairy? Riley had to know, even if it put her at risk. She felt her legs moving her, one step in front of the other, towards the blind. She pulled one side back and looked out, her greatest hope being that a glowing eye was not on the other end.

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"Truly, sirs, I don't understand what that means," Rebat said. His arm hurt from being dragged for so long. The dracon, the one doing the pulling, responded curtly.

"Shut up," he snapped, and Rebat did. Old habits die hard. A while of this silence continued, with Rebat and the two guards going down path after path, before finally ending in an official looking building on the corner of two roads. Then, the guards finally decided to speak.

"Who is your master?" one of them asked, who must have traded his spear away for a whip when Rebat was not looking.

"I have none," Rebat answered. He received for his honesty a swift crack across his nose.

"Don't play dull with me, animal! Who is your master?" shouted the one with a whip. Rebat reached up to his nose to rub where the whip stung, but another strike laid across his hand, bringing it back down.

"I serve His Might Rughoi the Unbound of the Empire at Xigyll," Rebat said, with all the authority he could muster left. The collective laughing of everyone in the room quickly snatched that confidence away.

"Look at this little kobold. Making up names and places just to escape! Figures, crafty little demons they are. Take him into the basement! We'll find who his master is . . . one way or another."

Dragon's Mask

@Mokley She wants to go as far up as possible.

Dragon's Mask

Riley scampered into the only obvious escape she could find, as fast as her new, stubby legs would take her. It was a door, rather strangely arranged, opening into a bedroom of sorts. She ran inside, and ducked behind a corner. The moment she did, however, a familiar sensation overcame her. She felt herself growing, changing shape, like when she spoke the spell. She could now look down, and found her fingers where once was Nina's paws. Her hands instinctively reached back behind her head, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the familiar texture of a braid. Her braid, that magic cannot take away forever.

Strangely, everything was silent. Riley, remembering the sounds of roars and growls, now heard nothing excepting the mysterious voice of a woman. Her words commanded respect, and Riley felt like she was shrinking again just listening to it. Her hands went to her braid, and she began making those therapeutic knots she knew so well. This place would not protect her forever. She looked around for any kind of escape, and found one on the far wall. An elevator of sorts, tucked away in the far wall. Riley ran over to it and clambered in, hiding behind a platter so high it went near to the top. She pushed the lever upwards, hoping it would take her up, or down, or anywhere far away from here where monsters seek to catch her.

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@LordofthePies There's actually no reason to worry about that. The world is so big and dynamic that you can create your own history and have it fit perfectly with what we have. Come, join us!

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Rebat didn't know what to do. Here he was, supposed to at this time be speaking with the grand prince of Hekaga, only to find himself in what appears to be a house of ill repute, surrounded by dracon ladies. He gulped, looking up at the three as they slowly encircled him, with light teases on their tongue and a dangerous look in their eyes. Mazdak had shouted them down, but they continued to stare at him, as if he was a slice of meat. "A rag . . . and I'll be on my way," he croaked, not sure whether or not he should bow. Perhaps not this time. He nodded to the women, in a sort of half-bow way. That seemed a good enough compromise.

Traveling long distance in the endless sands left marks on a weary kobold. Rebat gingerly wiped himself down with his rag, letting the wool pick out the hard-to-reach spots between his scales. Every time he did so, grains of sand came tumbling out, likely stuck there for multiple days. Still, they indeed left their mark. Reddened skin, worn raw and roughened in the unforgiving climate. At the end, though, he decided that this was nice. It had been years since he felt clean. His old landlord, back in the days of the dracon, had never cared much for his tenants and their cleanliness. Then, Rughoi sent him into battle after battle, with nary a rest between. He set the rag down and felt at the slit in his neck. He now felt ready to speak with the grand prince.