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I'll be posting first thing in the morning (7-8 hours). About the changes, they do look great, especially the army / food source mechanism although I'll have to study them in order to adjust accordingly since I might have gone a bit overboard regarding my naval forces mostly. Good thinking though Syrian.
Am waiting for a post or two before posting again.
I'll keep an eye on this.
Freywyn
Five Nation Summit
«Requa is a beautiful land, isn't it Lord Balin?»
«It is indeed, Lord Toryllis. A shame that we only see it because our duty as leaders of men brought us here.»
Two men, both bearing the fate of their countries and the judgement of history on their backs, sat side by side on a balcony in the country of Requa where messengers from Hlondeth, Jouria and Bohaddon met the Lords of Edaria and Freywyn in order to discuss their future as neighbours and whether they would form a pact which would drive them forward or utterly destroy their fragile relations.
«My informants tell me that the whole damned continent is on the verge of chaos. Tell me Toryllis, tell me what you make of it.»
«Do you want my honest opinion, Lord Balin?»
«I've sworn to be your brother and the brother of every Freywe, haven't I? And you've done the same therefore we should be able to share what we know for both our sakes.»
«Very well. My country, Freywyn, is falling apart. Currently, 10,000 men guard our borders with Hlondeth and Bohaddon and the vast majority of them uses at least a decade old armors and rusty blades while the rest rely on wooden spears and wood-tipped arrows to protect us from who knows what the scourge of Bohaddon has in store. Iron is so scarce that you could buy half of Admeryn for a wagon full of it. We have the knowledge to create exceptional weapons and equipment yet we lack the main material for it.»
«I see. Iron is indeed scarce in these parts yet as you surely know, Bohaddon seems to have it in abundance. You plan on striking a deal with those slaving snakes? Aren't the lizards a more pressing matter?»
«My main purpose here is not the lizardmen. They are strong but no match for the 75,000-90,000 Freywe we could muster in a full mobilization provided that the situation demanded it. What scares me and keeps me sleepless at night is that if we had to fight such a large scale war, our stocks would deplete within a month and even if we won in a week, a victory like that would destroy us. We have enough gold and stone to build a statue tall enough to touch the clouds yet our cruel wench of a Mother gave us not the one thing we need the most as a race with conflict and battle engraved on its very skin. To conclude, Lord Balin, despite our training and ability in fighting, we lack the very tools of war and without them, we're powerless, cattle waiting to be slaughtered by a technically superior opponent.»
«Raise your head boy, you look as if all is already lost! It's your duty not to falter under the weight of 300,000 souls!» yelled Balin, seeing his ally and brother according to the ancient traditions they shared, look like he aged twenty years in a single minute.
«It's heavy indeed, this burden of mine... and who can they rely on, if I falter?»
«You can surely do something! The first step is acquiring iron of course but what next?»
«We have to secure a steady supply of iron. If they do not accept, our very survival would demand an invasion into a country which is at least equal to us if not stronger. Yet I have a gut feeling that the pact will be accepted in which case I'll move forward with my plan to completely reform Freywyn by building more cities while increasing the funds available to scholars and their research. I'll also try to modernize our army, introducing firearms which will replace bows eventually and build cannons for both naval and land combat. Last but not least, an ambition of mine has been to build a place where the greatest minds of the world will meet and study in peace, regardless of nation or race, a place where diplomats will house their embassies and talented individuals will use their gifts to better the lives of everyone. It is my firm belief that not power nor ferocity but knowledge and development through unity will guide us through this darkest timeline of ours.»
«Your mind is not like others Lord Toryllis and for men like you who think so far ahead of their time, it's either death or eternal glory that fate has in store.» replied Balin just as a servant arrived to lead them back to the chamber where the negotiations were taking place.
***
«'Tis but the first step, I have to remind myself of that.» Toryllis whispered as he and his guards were riding towards Admeryn, having secured the trade deal they wished for. In exchange for allowing the slavers from Bohaddon pass through their naval borders and use their ports along with a hefty sum of gold, they'd get enough iron to equip a thousand soldiers every month.
But there was another thought in his head, a thought equally tempting as it was terrifying. He was now certain that he would never be able to complete his goals with the Whispers and their endless discussions standing in the way. They considered it their duty to oppose everything unless their Houses or castes were favored and in order to get things going, he'd have to find a peaceful way to assume full control of the country by turning Freywyn into an absolute monarchy.
Men of War
«Well, what do you see, cub?» asked One-Eyed Berin, Captain of the 999 Black Priests known as 'Cleaver' unit. He was past his forties yet he still volunteered whenever action was available dragging his soldiers behind him. Back in the old lands, they would be called fanatics and zealots, men who would kill in order to satisfy the Mother yet since the exile, they had found a new purpose in life as King Turin and King Toryllis now accepted them for what they were and not just that but they gave them their honor back and the chance to do what their hearts seeked, glory for the Mother through fire and steel.
«The lizardmen outnumber us 2:1 in that camp of theirs. Provided that Jonas's and Merin's teams stay on schedule, we'll have a tight window to cause enough mayhem that they decide to move sufficient forces from the Requa-Jouria border, here.»
«Didn't ask you to provide me with a plan, soldier.»
«Right, sir.»
The young man saluted and left, leaving Berin in his own thoughts as he could see no outcome where they didn't suffer great losses. Having divided his soldiers into three teams of 300 men each, infiltration into Jouria was easier than expected yet what lied ahead was nothing sort of a suicide mission. He and his men would have to get the attention of the reptiles to the Belmorn-Jouria and Edaria-Jouria borders through raiding, sabotaging and petty warfare in general in case Lord Oblivion, who attended the Five Nation Summit in Requa, failed to get the deal that he aimed for so that a possible invasion force from Freywyn would meet less resistance before joining the already mobilising Edarian forces and commiting on a full scale attack.
The moment the sun completely hid, Berin drew a horn from his belt and used it, commencing the attack on this small village which provided with food the camp nearby. He had ordered his soldiers to capture as many alive as possible, his position as a Black Priest demanded him to give them a chance to convert before cleansing them through pain. Not that he would be devastated if they denied the Mother's truth, he was a soldier and he'd perform his duty with pleasure.
Near Uaruneria
Myra read the reply sent by the Matriarch time and time again, overjoyed that the goal that she set out for had been completed. Now, they would return home and finalise the trade pact by sending the first merchant ship full of gold and stone to Uaruneria along with scholars to study their culture. Perhaps they had found a true ally in that race, perhaps not. Only time would tell.
«M'lady, shall I set course for Admeryn?»
«Perhaps not yet, Captain. The past few weeks that we spent in these waters, we learned a great deal of information from Achnon and its Gnomes regarding the nations of Bahapore, Elthana and Torfas and the war which is close to destroying the elves. I feel that we should contact them for the sake of our country. We have gifts to present them and treaties to propose. Set course for Achnon, we'll speak with the Gnomes and if all goes well, Bahapore is next. Just imagine the glory when we return home with all these treaties of peace and prosperity in our hands.» she said and smiled happily, determined to succeed in her mission for her King and her country.
«Requa is a beautiful land, isn't it Lord Balin?»
«It is indeed, Lord Toryllis. A shame that we only see it because our duty as leaders of men brought us here.»
Two men, both bearing the fate of their countries and the judgement of history on their backs, sat side by side on a balcony in the country of Requa where messengers from Hlondeth, Jouria and Bohaddon met the Lords of Edaria and Freywyn in order to discuss their future as neighbours and whether they would form a pact which would drive them forward or utterly destroy their fragile relations.
«My informants tell me that the whole damned continent is on the verge of chaos. Tell me Toryllis, tell me what you make of it.»
«Do you want my honest opinion, Lord Balin?»
«I've sworn to be your brother and the brother of every Freywe, haven't I? And you've done the same therefore we should be able to share what we know for both our sakes.»
«Very well. My country, Freywyn, is falling apart. Currently, 10,000 men guard our borders with Hlondeth and Bohaddon and the vast majority of them uses at least a decade old armors and rusty blades while the rest rely on wooden spears and wood-tipped arrows to protect us from who knows what the scourge of Bohaddon has in store. Iron is so scarce that you could buy half of Admeryn for a wagon full of it. We have the knowledge to create exceptional weapons and equipment yet we lack the main material for it.»
«I see. Iron is indeed scarce in these parts yet as you surely know, Bohaddon seems to have it in abundance. You plan on striking a deal with those slaving snakes? Aren't the lizards a more pressing matter?»
«My main purpose here is not the lizardmen. They are strong but no match for the 75,000-90,000 Freywe we could muster in a full mobilization provided that the situation demanded it. What scares me and keeps me sleepless at night is that if we had to fight such a large scale war, our stocks would deplete within a month and even if we won in a week, a victory like that would destroy us. We have enough gold and stone to build a statue tall enough to touch the clouds yet our cruel wench of a Mother gave us not the one thing we need the most as a race with conflict and battle engraved on its very skin. To conclude, Lord Balin, despite our training and ability in fighting, we lack the very tools of war and without them, we're powerless, cattle waiting to be slaughtered by a technically superior opponent.»
«Raise your head boy, you look as if all is already lost! It's your duty not to falter under the weight of 300,000 souls!» yelled Balin, seeing his ally and brother according to the ancient traditions they shared, look like he aged twenty years in a single minute.
«It's heavy indeed, this burden of mine... and who can they rely on, if I falter?»
«You can surely do something! The first step is acquiring iron of course but what next?»
«We have to secure a steady supply of iron. If they do not accept, our very survival would demand an invasion into a country which is at least equal to us if not stronger. Yet I have a gut feeling that the pact will be accepted in which case I'll move forward with my plan to completely reform Freywyn by building more cities while increasing the funds available to scholars and their research. I'll also try to modernize our army, introducing firearms which will replace bows eventually and build cannons for both naval and land combat. Last but not least, an ambition of mine has been to build a place where the greatest minds of the world will meet and study in peace, regardless of nation or race, a place where diplomats will house their embassies and talented individuals will use their gifts to better the lives of everyone. It is my firm belief that not power nor ferocity but knowledge and development through unity will guide us through this darkest timeline of ours.»
«Your mind is not like others Lord Toryllis and for men like you who think so far ahead of their time, it's either death or eternal glory that fate has in store.» replied Balin just as a servant arrived to lead them back to the chamber where the negotiations were taking place.
***
«'Tis but the first step, I have to remind myself of that.» Toryllis whispered as he and his guards were riding towards Admeryn, having secured the trade deal they wished for. In exchange for allowing the slavers from Bohaddon pass through their naval borders and use their ports along with a hefty sum of gold, they'd get enough iron to equip a thousand soldiers every month.
But there was another thought in his head, a thought equally tempting as it was terrifying. He was now certain that he would never be able to complete his goals with the Whispers and their endless discussions standing in the way. They considered it their duty to oppose everything unless their Houses or castes were favored and in order to get things going, he'd have to find a peaceful way to assume full control of the country by turning Freywyn into an absolute monarchy.
«Well, what do you see, cub?» asked One-Eyed Berin, Captain of the 999 Black Priests known as 'Cleaver' unit. He was past his forties yet he still volunteered whenever action was available dragging his soldiers behind him. Back in the old lands, they would be called fanatics and zealots, men who would kill in order to satisfy the Mother yet since the exile, they had found a new purpose in life as King Turin and King Toryllis now accepted them for what they were and not just that but they gave them their honor back and the chance to do what their hearts seeked, glory for the Mother through fire and steel.
«The lizardmen outnumber us 2:1 in that camp of theirs. Provided that Jonas's and Merin's teams stay on schedule, we'll have a tight window to cause enough mayhem that they decide to move sufficient forces from the Requa-Jouria border, here.»
«Didn't ask you to provide me with a plan, soldier.»
«Right, sir.»
The young man saluted and left, leaving Berin in his own thoughts as he could see no outcome where they didn't suffer great losses. Having divided his soldiers into three teams of 300 men each, infiltration into Jouria was easier than expected yet what lied ahead was nothing sort of a suicide mission. He and his men would have to get the attention of the reptiles to the Belmorn-Jouria and Edaria-Jouria borders through raiding, sabotaging and petty warfare in general in case Lord Oblivion, who attended the Five Nation Summit in Requa, failed to get the deal that he aimed for so that a possible invasion force from Freywyn would meet less resistance before joining the already mobilising Edarian forces and commiting on a full scale attack.
The moment the sun completely hid, Berin drew a horn from his belt and used it, commencing the attack on this small village which provided with food the camp nearby. He had ordered his soldiers to capture as many alive as possible, his position as a Black Priest demanded him to give them a chance to convert before cleansing them through pain. Not that he would be devastated if they denied the Mother's truth, he was a soldier and he'd perform his duty with pleasure.
Myra read the reply sent by the Matriarch time and time again, overjoyed that the goal that she set out for had been completed. Now, they would return home and finalise the trade pact by sending the first merchant ship full of gold and stone to Uaruneria along with scholars to study their culture. Perhaps they had found a true ally in that race, perhaps not. Only time would tell.
«M'lady, shall I set course for Admeryn?»
«Perhaps not yet, Captain. The past few weeks that we spent in these waters, we learned a great deal of information from Achnon and its Gnomes regarding the nations of Bahapore, Elthana and Torfas and the war which is close to destroying the elves. I feel that we should contact them for the sake of our country. We have gifts to present them and treaties to propose. Set course for Achnon, we'll speak with the Gnomes and if all goes well, Bahapore is next. Just imagine the glory when we return home with all these treaties of peace and prosperity in our hands.» she said and smiled happily, determined to succeed in her mission for her King and her country.
Eternal_Flame said
can someone give me a link to good random name generator, i need that for some kind of purpose, any one?
Try chaoticshiny.com and seventhsanctum.com
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orangebox said
Oh my, I think I may have done something evil in the eyes of RP-ing. I may have accidentally made my border guards a little too smart, being aware of the existence of your nation, Panda-man.Would it be necessary for me to edit that part out, or go along with it - with my nation having slightly better scouts capable of finding out about my close neighbors?
We'll just go along with it, no big deal.
Freywyn
First Contact
Not a single person on the ship moved an inch once the two bird-like creatures landed on the deck and asked with authority what was their business in those waters.
«Don't do anything rash, crewman.» Myra whispered to the young man next to her whose hands was slowly moving towards the knife in his belt. Yes, they had no idea what kind of creatures these were but she was sure that her guards would easily subdue them if such an action was deemed necessary.
«Uaruneria. Such a big and hard name to pronounce.» Scholar Vettan, a middle-aged man who had been personally picked by the Queen to accompany her and record every single thing worthy of note, mumbled as he scribbled on his leatherback notebook.
«I am Myra Falkenbrough, Queen of Freywyn, Godborn and carrier of the Oathbreaker. I travel in search of nations willing to trade and forge strong relationships with my country which has just recently started to destroy the mantle of isolationism it hid under for tens of years. I have a message for your leader, which I would be glad if you decided to deliver.» she exclaimed in a strong voice as she stepped forward, closer to these... birds.
«I also ask of you to be careful with your weapons. We will not hurt you unless our lives are threatened therefore, be calm.» said Sehraz, the leader of her guards and a man she knew her whole life as he had grown next to Toryllis hidden beneath his shadow but still a fine example of a Freywe. He could see how nervous the one holding the bow was and although he knew that his men would be upon them the very second he (or she, he couldn't tell) tried to draw an arrow, he'd prefer not to.
«Vettan, present the treaty.»
«Yes Lady, have it here, somewhere... Ah, yes. Here it is, give me a moment to complete it... How was it, Uaruneria?..»
«Enquire about the ships clad in black too, scholar.»
«As you wish.»
«It is complete, my Queen.» he said as she took it from his hands and presented it to these fascinating creatures.
All that was left now was their response and after that, home.
Allies of old.
«Your Majesty, this is Ashara Tyk, diplomat from the nations of Freywyn. She claims to have brought a message of prosperity and profit.»
«Lady Tyk, I am Balin Thorkenfin, Duke of Edaria. Tell me of your ruler, is King Turin still alive? He had been a good friend of mine before you humans decided to hide in your swamplands.»
«King Turin died three years ago, my Lord, and the throne was claimed by Lord Toryllis Brosca who seeks to replace all these years of solitude with wealth and power, together with Freywyn's old Dwarven allies. When you helped us settle in our current lands and push away the lizardmen of Hlondeth twenty-five years ago, we swore to never forget what a race of what looked like kids at the time did for us when they had no reason to. You taught us the art of manipulating the stone and building wonders that are not only sturdy but beautiful too. You showed us the beauty in the details and since then we have improved day after day, hurting the Mother in order to get precious gold and mountains worth of stone turning it into jewelry, castles and cities grand enough for the Gods themselves to dwell in. Now, we seek the rest of the world. To teach it and be taught by it. And perhaps one day, stand together, the people of the lands, united and mighty before what storms may come.»
«Your tongue is sharp and your wit rivals my greatest of negotiators. The Freywe arrived one cloudy day with hundreds, maybe thousands of ships full of malnourished children, sickly women and men who had spent days with just water. Yet, once you were met with the brutality of the lizardmen who saw you as nothing but an easy meal, your blades shined red as even those old enough to have seen the beginning of the world fought with the fury of an angry wasp and the unexpected strength of a mighty bull.
And we were awe-struck.
What could you do, given enough time to adapt and build a nation? Conquer the known world? Possibly, many of us thought of you as a threat. Yet ultimately we came, clad in our armors and bearing axes forged in fires of bloodlust, thousands of us joined the battlefield where we shed blood next to each other like brothers and made those reptiles run faster than they thought it was possible.
But you didn't stop once our win was clear.
The nations we have fought next to, before you, would stop and be merciful once they routed the enemy but you continued. Day after day, village after village and massacre after massacre, you were not still fighting but exterminating. When I asked old Turin about it, his response was clear and showed his true nature, his and every human's. He said:
''What defines us humans is the concept of vengeance, a concept many have ridiculed and considered petty and a trait of unevolved cultures. You kill someone and that someone's friends will come after you. And you die. Your friends will then hunt your killers and in turn their friends will join the fray. Can you imagine how many friends and family members each one of these people has? How much blood will be shed for an endless cycle of hatred? Now imagine that done to an entire nation. This is what is happening. For every one of ours, ten of them will fall. And once we stop, they'll forever remember, forever feel in their bones what we, a fraction of humanity can do given a good enough reason.''
And my spies have been reporting threats all around us, from black ships to centaurs and rogue warbands while Bohaddon's last few provinces still stand strong and united. I feel that every single nation wanting to survive this age will have to pick a side eventually. And we the Dwarves of Edaria, will be right next to you, equals and brothers no matter the odds.»
***
«Lord Oblivion, the Republic of Requa formally requested aid against the increasing threat of lizardmen in the south. They request stone and architects to build them walls and forts.»
«And they offer?»
«Open borders and a defense agreement.»
«Send word that we accept and inform Masters Branka and Varanis of the deal, they'll take it from there. Also, request that a unit of Black Priests be mobilized and await orders. That is all.»
Not a single person on the ship moved an inch once the two bird-like creatures landed on the deck and asked with authority what was their business in those waters.
«Don't do anything rash, crewman.» Myra whispered to the young man next to her whose hands was slowly moving towards the knife in his belt. Yes, they had no idea what kind of creatures these were but she was sure that her guards would easily subdue them if such an action was deemed necessary.
«Uaruneria. Such a big and hard name to pronounce.» Scholar Vettan, a middle-aged man who had been personally picked by the Queen to accompany her and record every single thing worthy of note, mumbled as he scribbled on his leatherback notebook.
«I am Myra Falkenbrough, Queen of Freywyn, Godborn and carrier of the Oathbreaker. I travel in search of nations willing to trade and forge strong relationships with my country which has just recently started to destroy the mantle of isolationism it hid under for tens of years. I have a message for your leader, which I would be glad if you decided to deliver.» she exclaimed in a strong voice as she stepped forward, closer to these... birds.
«I also ask of you to be careful with your weapons. We will not hurt you unless our lives are threatened therefore, be calm.» said Sehraz, the leader of her guards and a man she knew her whole life as he had grown next to Toryllis hidden beneath his shadow but still a fine example of a Freywe. He could see how nervous the one holding the bow was and although he knew that his men would be upon them the very second he (or she, he couldn't tell) tried to draw an arrow, he'd prefer not to.
«Vettan, present the treaty.»
«Yes Lady, have it here, somewhere... Ah, yes. Here it is, give me a moment to complete it... How was it, Uaruneria?..»
«Enquire about the ships clad in black too, scholar.»
«As you wish.»
«It is complete, my Queen.» he said as she took it from his hands and presented it to these fascinating creatures.
All that was left now was their response and after that, home.
«Your Majesty, this is Ashara Tyk, diplomat from the nations of Freywyn. She claims to have brought a message of prosperity and profit.»
«Lady Tyk, I am Balin Thorkenfin, Duke of Edaria. Tell me of your ruler, is King Turin still alive? He had been a good friend of mine before you humans decided to hide in your swamplands.»
«King Turin died three years ago, my Lord, and the throne was claimed by Lord Toryllis Brosca who seeks to replace all these years of solitude with wealth and power, together with Freywyn's old Dwarven allies. When you helped us settle in our current lands and push away the lizardmen of Hlondeth twenty-five years ago, we swore to never forget what a race of what looked like kids at the time did for us when they had no reason to. You taught us the art of manipulating the stone and building wonders that are not only sturdy but beautiful too. You showed us the beauty in the details and since then we have improved day after day, hurting the Mother in order to get precious gold and mountains worth of stone turning it into jewelry, castles and cities grand enough for the Gods themselves to dwell in. Now, we seek the rest of the world. To teach it and be taught by it. And perhaps one day, stand together, the people of the lands, united and mighty before what storms may come.»
«Your tongue is sharp and your wit rivals my greatest of negotiators. The Freywe arrived one cloudy day with hundreds, maybe thousands of ships full of malnourished children, sickly women and men who had spent days with just water. Yet, once you were met with the brutality of the lizardmen who saw you as nothing but an easy meal, your blades shined red as even those old enough to have seen the beginning of the world fought with the fury of an angry wasp and the unexpected strength of a mighty bull.
And we were awe-struck.
What could you do, given enough time to adapt and build a nation? Conquer the known world? Possibly, many of us thought of you as a threat. Yet ultimately we came, clad in our armors and bearing axes forged in fires of bloodlust, thousands of us joined the battlefield where we shed blood next to each other like brothers and made those reptiles run faster than they thought it was possible.
But you didn't stop once our win was clear.
The nations we have fought next to, before you, would stop and be merciful once they routed the enemy but you continued. Day after day, village after village and massacre after massacre, you were not still fighting but exterminating. When I asked old Turin about it, his response was clear and showed his true nature, his and every human's. He said:
''What defines us humans is the concept of vengeance, a concept many have ridiculed and considered petty and a trait of unevolved cultures. You kill someone and that someone's friends will come after you. And you die. Your friends will then hunt your killers and in turn their friends will join the fray. Can you imagine how many friends and family members each one of these people has? How much blood will be shed for an endless cycle of hatred? Now imagine that done to an entire nation. This is what is happening. For every one of ours, ten of them will fall. And once we stop, they'll forever remember, forever feel in their bones what we, a fraction of humanity can do given a good enough reason.''
And my spies have been reporting threats all around us, from black ships to centaurs and rogue warbands while Bohaddon's last few provinces still stand strong and united. I feel that every single nation wanting to survive this age will have to pick a side eventually. And we the Dwarves of Edaria, will be right next to you, equals and brothers no matter the odds.»
***
«Lord Oblivion, the Republic of Requa formally requested aid against the increasing threat of lizardmen in the south. They request stone and architects to build them walls and forts.»
«And they offer?»
«Open borders and a defense agreement.»
«Send word that we accept and inform Masters Branka and Varanis of the deal, they'll take it from there. Also, request that a unit of Black Priests be mobilized and await orders. That is all.»
orangebox said
Guys, I have to apologize for this but, is it okay if those who has sent delegates/envoys/diplomats to my nation please put your hands up? :DStumped with a lot of assignment work and I kept forgetting who were those who did so. Mind you, I have read all of the IC posts but faulty memory and irregular sleep time really has kept me from organizing my brain proper D;
I have a ship waiting just outside your borders but I will edit my post into having sent a message similar to what Titanic did, as I find it better and easier to deal with than what I had in mind.
Freywyn
Machinations
Toryllis stood at the top of Admeryn's fort with the whole city under his gaze. It's been almost a week since the Queen embarked on her journey to faraway lands, carrying gifts and promises of great prosperity to the unknown rulers of mysterious nations. Frankly, Toryllis wasn't even sure that their 25-year-old maps were still useful yet that didn't stop her.
«I got 'em, the warmaidens you asked for. Without a family or a House, dead or alive they matter to noone.» Viranna whispered behind him, her steps as silent as they could be as she approached him.
«Get them equipped and ready to leave by afternoon. Am certain the Vigil knows how to treat this kind of mission.»
«That we do, pup, that we do. Is that all?»
«Yes.»
«Almost forgot, consider my debt payed in full, King of Freywyn. You are the only one aware of our cell here therefore if word gets out, it's your head on the line.»
The woman left as soon as she was done speaking with little regard for an answer, leaving Toryllis stranded in his thoughts as she had much to do and an extremely tight schedule.
Ambassador Roran Hakwin
He was nervous. He didn't show it but Gods knew how difficult it was for him to accept the mission and venture into these mysterious lands of an even more mysterious race.
«Lord Oblivion and esteemed Whispers.»
The candle was burning brightly in his hands, the only thing keeping the maddening darkness of the who-knew-how-big chamber at bay. Beyond him, everything had been swallowed by the dark yet he knew that the eyes of 100 men were fixed on him.
«I am Ambassador Roran Hakwin, representative of the proud Republic of Requa. For too long have we been strangers in the same neighborhood, ignorant of each other and what good relations could offer us. And for that reason, we honored your invitation and chose to appear here today and inform you of the first deal of hopefully many to come between our nations.»
Roran was certain that he would be the man of the hour back home, surrounded by everyone of importance in order to hear his story of how he met their infamous neighbours and struck a deal which got them far more than it got Freywyn. Or at least that was what Lord Toryllis had led him to believe.
«The Republic has agreed to provide Freywyn with horses and cattle as well as advanced techniques on breeding and sustaining a viable population in exchange for gold.»
«Freywyn in turn formally agrees to these terms and also accepts the request of Requa for embassies in each nation's capital city.» a voice replied from the shadows, sealing the deal and turning a new page in their history.
Near Uaruneria
«We can't simply stay here, Milady. Who knows what kind of threats lurk in these foreign waters or what the weather will be like in a day or two!»
«We can take the risk and stay here but we cannot risk trespassing into the lands of the very rulers whose house will shelter us!» she replied angrily as they had been fighting regarding their next course of action for at least half an hour now.
Only time could tell what would happen next although she had a very bad feeling about those ships with the black sails they spotted in the horizon.
Toryllis stood at the top of Admeryn's fort with the whole city under his gaze. It's been almost a week since the Queen embarked on her journey to faraway lands, carrying gifts and promises of great prosperity to the unknown rulers of mysterious nations. Frankly, Toryllis wasn't even sure that their 25-year-old maps were still useful yet that didn't stop her.
«I got 'em, the warmaidens you asked for. Without a family or a House, dead or alive they matter to noone.» Viranna whispered behind him, her steps as silent as they could be as she approached him.
«Get them equipped and ready to leave by afternoon. Am certain the Vigil knows how to treat this kind of mission.»
«That we do, pup, that we do. Is that all?»
«Yes.»
«Almost forgot, consider my debt payed in full, King of Freywyn. You are the only one aware of our cell here therefore if word gets out, it's your head on the line.»
The woman left as soon as she was done speaking with little regard for an answer, leaving Toryllis stranded in his thoughts as she had much to do and an extremely tight schedule.
He was nervous. He didn't show it but Gods knew how difficult it was for him to accept the mission and venture into these mysterious lands of an even more mysterious race.
«Lord Oblivion and esteemed Whispers.»
The candle was burning brightly in his hands, the only thing keeping the maddening darkness of the who-knew-how-big chamber at bay. Beyond him, everything had been swallowed by the dark yet he knew that the eyes of 100 men were fixed on him.
«I am Ambassador Roran Hakwin, representative of the proud Republic of Requa. For too long have we been strangers in the same neighborhood, ignorant of each other and what good relations could offer us. And for that reason, we honored your invitation and chose to appear here today and inform you of the first deal of hopefully many to come between our nations.»
Roran was certain that he would be the man of the hour back home, surrounded by everyone of importance in order to hear his story of how he met their infamous neighbours and struck a deal which got them far more than it got Freywyn. Or at least that was what Lord Toryllis had led him to believe.
«The Republic has agreed to provide Freywyn with horses and cattle as well as advanced techniques on breeding and sustaining a viable population in exchange for gold.»
«Freywyn in turn formally agrees to these terms and also accepts the request of Requa for embassies in each nation's capital city.» a voice replied from the shadows, sealing the deal and turning a new page in their history.
«We can't simply stay here, Milady. Who knows what kind of threats lurk in these foreign waters or what the weather will be like in a day or two!»
«We can take the risk and stay here but we cannot risk trespassing into the lands of the very rulers whose house will shelter us!» she replied angrily as they had been fighting regarding their next course of action for at least half an hour now.
Only time could tell what would happen next although she had a very bad feeling about those ships with the black sails they spotted in the horizon.
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