Chancellor Veronix looked out into the vast expanse of clear ocean and blue skies in this New World. Not many had expected Man to destroy Earth, but Man had proven too much for even Mother Nature to handle. Thus here they were, settling into lands that they had no clue or information about. Like the early pioneers, they were sailing into uncharted waters and lands. Already they had gotten news over the radios, how some of the other vessels had discovered life. Sentient life, that seemed pulled straight out of a J.R.R Tolkien book.
Still, no matter where man went it seemed chaos and destruction would follow. As the infernal Russians had already taken a rather direct and brutal way in handling interactions, as judging by the sound of gunfire and explosions in the far distance. Something that had been absent in this world, since their arrival.
Still, the Europeans were at least willing to learn from their mistakes in colonizing their own world. As they were this time willing to extend an olive branch of peace, instead of the typical march and boot of slavery. Since as history had shown, those oppressed would sooner or later rise up. The scouting party had already reported back contact with short, stout men in suits of armor - dwarves. The Chancellor almost didn't manage to hold back her ironic laughter, when news about such a thing had come through. Even more so, when video images had been uploaded. Whatever the case, if they had somehow entered a Realm of Magic and Fantasy - she hoped that Humanity had a chance for a 'happy ending'.
On the top of the mountain passes, the dwarves take ready making sure the guns were polished and clean and the men vigilant and far from being surprised. As those from the outside would only see a massive steel door, craved into the very mountain securing the pass towards what sits on the other side or its fabled city of dwarves where its respective king and kin sit and lie, in order to prevent the great forges from dying. Yet as the people of the underground labor, those on the top made sure no one was going to disrupt their way of life as an upcoming caravan signal for entrance wanting to get to the other side as quickly as they can.
As customary they were halted and the means of payment started with the merchant bowing and exchanging a few of its wares for passage, which the overseer nods to the guards opening the vast gates wide enough for the caravan to enter, as the beast of burden which took the form of a large buffaloo carried the carriages into the mountain and towards the dwarven pathways.
Unbeknown to the dwarves, they had been watched constantly by several Kommandos in the areas. While the dwarves would see nothing, in truth with binoculars they had been watched constantly. So far, it had been simple recon. Getting to know how things acted and were done. Thus, while the dwarves might have heard about the World Eaters, they likely hadn't had any issues with them as far as things were.
Although, the situation would soon change. As on this day, the European Coalition had landed - with information in tow. Thus, for the few guards stationed outside the massive gate - it would appear as any ordinary day. Until they heard the rumbling of something - on roads meant only to handle beasts, they would soon see a metal carriage approaching. A sleek thing, with blue and gray mixed in it. They could also see the gun mounted on top of the thing. A gun much, much bigger than anything the dwarves had at their disposal. A sight of a World Eater caravan. Soon enough, some stepped out, easily towering over the dwarf and any previous merchants. Despite looking human, they were much taller than the humans that likely passed through the pass.
Instead of fighting, the human, wearing armor from head to toe - bowed before the dwarven guard. Indicating...that they wanted to talk.
At first the dwarfs returned in kind as the vigilant guards of the gate house had burst into action aimming and arming their cannons and muskets in hand as they prepare for a fight with this new enemy they are dealing with. Confident that the strength of their gate was enough to brace and weather itself from a shot from the new vehicle that has graced their home. Still as they halted their advanced and revealed themselves the dwarves were ready to shoot until that is their bow showing that their interest never lie with blood and steel but, word and barter as the overseer climbed down and went to do his job.
He climbed down towards the company of the elite pikemen that guarded the gate which urges them to stop and bow down in kind. "What do you bring human?" he speaks in semi-gruel Jolfan that he gotten from his years of being a merchant asuming that they were somehow part of the empire but, to no avail making him assume that his accent made him far from understandable making him submit and hand out his hand towards the questionable humans as he bet that they had knew what it meant.
While there had been questions about what to give the dwarves. That didn't suddenly destabilize their economy or introduce technology that might render their way of life useless. Soon enough, the most simple and easiest gift was soon presented to the overseer. Namely, the usual thing of gold.
Although, the size of which was given to the overseer might literally make his eyes bulge out in size. As once the gold bar had been deposited into his hand, he could almost feel the weight pulling him down. As it might be the first time the guards would witness to having their overseer pulled down by the weight of the gift. Since a standard gold bar, was around twelve kilograms. Part of the many wares that the Europeans had cleaned out of their banks. In case it could be used for trading or industrial development.
Once the gift had been presented - the human in question pointed to his head and mimed the image of a crown. Indicating, that they wanted to head on to meet the King.
As the men would see the simple gift of pure gold was enough to cause a confusion and not needed the need of miming due to the instances of such a gift the overseer retreated back towards the gate and into the mighty elevator in order to consult his king which sits on top of his throne. His palace guards making sure that the overseer was far away and not able to barge inside and create chaos but, rather allowed the other to be done with their king's audience. "My lord strange men have come giving us pure gold for passageway." He says as it was his time to meet the king bowing down first before he spoke and shown his proof a gift that shared a large glint from his eyes.
The toll that they paid had given him great interest on meeting this new man and with a simple flick of his fingers his entourage has arrive towards the surface and now infront of the caravan. the king which had the longest bread and glittering armor from the rest and his size was enough to earn him the alias the gold king. 'speak your name." he ordered as he examined the caravan.
The answer that came to the King was a mixture of gibberish in all honesty, as was his own words to the soldier in question. Although luckily, the more advanced humans had methods on doing and translating. As he tapped his wristpad and had some words come up that would soon translate out to the King.
"....come....peace...trade...prosperity...ore...." he replied, hoping that what he had said to the King made sense and that diplomatic understanding did exist in this world. Since the last thing the European Coalition needed was to go to war with their neighbors just after they had come from a world that had been utterly devastated by two World Wars already.
The king sighed he had to admit that even with the gear he understood little to no towards his words though it was now evident that he didn't mean violents in his words due to the unhostile nature of his actions earning him and his men a much more favouable position from the king himself. An sentiment that he knew rare from the people of this world earning him good will. "Bring me a book and allow these men passage as an means of this new relationship." He announces turning to his people then reply towards the negotiator relying on the gestures of his hands and the tone of his voice to relay his message of trade and peace before turning towards the diplomat infront of him and bowing slightly to relay that his answer was not blood and steel but, rather respect.
Causing his people to freeze in disbelief knowing that his king had likely been spreading Information about their race as a book if deciphered can give out an expression of what dwarven life, custom and how their society as an how works though being a king's orders they had little to no say in the matter making them dash back within in search for what he wanted making the guards outside and the king wait for minutes on end before a book of little info was brought with it being a simple book of the dwarven culinary arts a book that revealed the lovers of the bellies of these strong yet tiny men handing like a sacred gift as it sat ontop of a soft cushion and handled with grace giving the impression of a book of legendary worth as they present the book towards the diplomat not revealing its real contents.
"You and your gold are welcome to pass from my mountain and until you learn our language then we shall offer more and make more complicated agreements." He says with joy ending with a bit of a chuckle before pointing towards the gate then the book brought besides them.
The humans accepted the book, thinking it more valuable than it seemed. Although, they didn't go through the pass. They merely packed up and were ready to head back the way they came, before the human replied. "First...contact...will...return...later. Thank...you..." he finished speaking, before jumping back onboard his metal caravan and literally moving back the way they came. Through the land like they were a majestic feline.
Leaving the dwarves, with the knowledge that they had new neighbors in the region.
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