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Though no words were exchanged between the goblin and himself, the lead had been set, and the ball was in taxilus' court to play. He raised an eyebrow at first. Pondering what Kraith hoped him to do, but a glint in the goblin's eye told him "Anything" he cleared his throat a bit, amd nearly took a swing at the back of Kraith's head before making a move.

 Moving casually to the guard's side, Traxilus racked his brain in an attempt to bring up a suitable conversation topic. Ten thousand years of active duty had left him.... rusty with the opposite sex and advances he once would have felt as natural. "Sooo... how long have you been traveling as a royal escort?"

 The guard seemed amused by the question. "Time has no bearing on duty."

 A sad kind of smile crept onto his face. He felt a soft hand grip his heart, and a soft sigh escape his lips. "That is a concept I find myself very familiar with. I find it odd that one touched by as few summers as you can find herself so dutiful."

 "Duty is all that separates us from total chaos and death." She states plainly. "... But I thank you for the compliment, male." A sly smirk reaches her lips. Either she found him attractive or humorous... Perhaps both.

 "There were others that I knew once, who felt the same. They were stronger than I was, to be sure, but as they found chaos around them despite a fierce duty, they abandoned that duty and prayed for death..." Faces of friends raced through his mind, he wondered how they had managed upon their release, and if they had found freedom as relieving as they had hoped it would be. "Though given enough time I suppose anyone might do the same."

 "Not I." The amazon stated without a hint or doubt in her voice.

 "I doubt you're faith has been tested for ten millenia, but who am I to truly judge how old anyone is." He said with a quick glance up and down her figure

 She chuckles, then purrs in approval at how forward his advances seemed to become. "We only live for thirty years, old man."

 "Then there's so much you might miss out on if you don't seize the opportunities." He said as his eyes finally locked on hers.

 "Mmm..." She licks her lips, briefly hesitating to look back at the Queen's tent. "..." She sighs... Then grabs Traxilus by the collar of his shirt. "I can always take watch and care from inside the tent..." She growls playfully.

 Traxilus grabs her by her hips and draws her closer "Why bother? I'm sure the two of us out here would ward off any would be intruders, or at least shift the focus of their interest."

 She wraps her arms around his neck and nips his lower lip in play. "Oh, how... Open of you." She smirks, tracing a finger down his spine. "I am not, though... And I would be distracted out here, with you... Mmm... Inside would be better."

 Trax slid one of his hands down her thigh and then all the way back up to her chin, returning some of the play. "Well then if you're more comfortable, I suppose the tent is a close second."

 She responds by pulling on his collar towards the tent impatiently. It seemed there was no saying no to an Amazon now...
Aight. Here's how I'm laying it down. Just finished my final exam, and the celebration of my birthday so I am now more or less cleared for duty folks. Expect more consistent posts from me!
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Brand said
After I get this duel out of the way, I wouldn't mind trying to collab with one of your characters Kad or Icarus.


I suspect that after your duel is complete some of the group will splinter off and go to investigate whatever ruins the Princess wants them to see, or perhaps they all will. Not sure at the moment. Either way, collaboration is most certainly in our future
Moving through the camp had proven far easier than he had originally feared it might be, the tents were arranged with the military precision of the Imperium, and even after being separated from their mother nation for so long the Amazonians seemed to have kept with them at least this discipline. He hoped that in time the two nations would find a way to come together as allies and work together to show might among other nations, and maybe relieve some of the aggression that they both ensured from the freeholds.

It was of course a lot to hope for. The Amazonians seemed like, and truthfully were an entirely different breed at this point. He let out a brief sigh of annoyance, and paused for a moment observing nothing in particular simply watching the bustle of the camp before him took him to the caverns. In reality most everything brought him thoughts of that wretched illusion, and it was almost as if he had never truly left. By chance he was able to make note of a small opening in the Queen's tent, and made note to relay that information to Kraith as soon as possible.

Before he had the chance however the goblin instructed him to stand guard over his soon to be limp corpse, which Trax did wordlessly. He still knew very little of the goblin and this seemed a starnge time for a nap, but he was in no position to call shots and so he sat there with the slumbering Kraith anxious for anyone to approach, but looking calm to any who might pass by. Time passed very slowly while Kraith did whatever he was doing. Trax must have counted the armor and weapon racks a hundred times respectively before his partner made a sound, amd all he could discern from his counting was that the blades were well and truly outmatched if things got too tense here.

Eventually Kraith did wake, and he moved with purpose to the Queen's tent, asking Trax to backup everything asled of him or said by him. Which of course would be no issue. When they reached the guards he let Kraithe take control. Spouting whatever story he had manufactured, sensing it draw to a close he picked up the reins. "Aye, it's true, and I'd say the problem is more wide spread than you might think. We've not been here an hour and I've received offers of small jewelry from other servants aswell." he paused briefly before adding "As a man of the Imperium I could assure you that an oversight in security like this would not give them much confidence in a treaty with your queen." With that he finished the statement with a disinterested sideways glance amd a shrug of his shoulders. If the guards weren't interested in a chase, perhaps a fight might suit them.
Athos said
Anyone planning on piloting Aza's character now he's gone or what's exactly going to happen with that? We kind of have a NPC in charge of negotiations right now lol


Our characters were never there to negotiate. More to Mediate. Besides Alex is the vocal member at the table, but I'm sure Brovo will either allow us to use Garren as a pawn, or take control himself for the remainder of the mission.

OR terrible death. That's always on the table too.
Brovo said
Do keep in mind someone took the joke literally and drew a naked Kouri.


THERE WAS A NAKED KOURI NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT!?
Kadaeux said
So do wealthy ones.


I'm pretty sure anyone going for avoidance of blame goes for their tools first, and then blames the nearest woman.
Aaaaaaaand Traxilus has joined the party.
Amazonia Imperii

If pressed for an answer Traxilus would describe his voyage from the Capital to the Amazons as peaceful, or even enjoyable. It was perhaps the first time in a long time that he had felt so at ease. The recent flux in Blades recruit had put him in a slight sense of nausea, and he hadn't been able to relax much because of it. However as fate would see fit to make their boat ride here a calm one, the gentle rocking of the ship had him lulled into a more relaxed state of mind.

This in turn proved to be an extremely positive thing as they entered the camp, amd Trax saw him again. Of course he had known that Florence was still an acting General in the Empress' Legion, but the sight of him brought to boil the memories of 10'000 years of civil war and the countless defeats he'd suffered because of it. There was little else he could think of doing than ending the man's life, and his hand now rested more firmly on the handle of his sword. Of course he kept his composure as best as he could. This was afterall a missiom that might serve to benefit Renalta, and the Imperium by extension.

He tried his best to focus on the words of the queen, but his mind still wandered to back when these woods were well and truly Imperium lands, he was almost certain he'd been here before in fact. He shook his head as Alex finished speaking and walked off to make pleasantries with other diplomats. That was when the Count decided to make his departure from their party as well.

The man was lithe. Almost womanly in his features and mannerisms, but had something about him that Trax couldn't place. If there was one to thing to be said of Richelieu, it was that he screamed nobility. He reeked of it. In essense the Count was everything that Trax wanted to escape by joining the Military. Not that there was anything wrong with being nobility. In fact it most assuredly had its benefits in the following events and Traxilus was willing to watch the man's back if no one else would. However that was not a life he wanted for himself.

As Garren stepped forward to volunteer his hand in the negotiations, a familiar queasiness overcame him. Of course he still remembered this General as well. There were some that came out of those caverns who had gone in very different men, and Traxilus had high hopes Garren was one of them. He could still vividly remember the conquering Legion returning from the Mage's guild slick with blood, and shortly there after the distance he kept from Florence. So long as the man stayed true to the mission though, Traxilus could put such things behind him.

The final member of their posse was the goblin Kraithe. The only previous exposure Traxilus had of the goblin was the ship ride and brief introduction in the capital. He seemed capable in his abilities and he seemed perhaps best suited to handle the cloak and dagger of this assignment. When asked to act as his shadow he was relieved to hear he'd have anything at all to do. Wordlessly he followed slowly behind Kraithe, focusing on nothing in particular, but taking in details that may be used later in the event of a fight or that might be used against them: where the armories were, proximity of tents to fire and each other, how protected the members of the negotiations were, and whether the guards and soldiers seemed well trained to list a few. All things his mentor would have wanted him to note, but still he never let himself be drawn too far away from Kraithe's path.
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