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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.08 00:34:00 -
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[/i]Osmarium...Burtgun[/i]
As Chancellor it was Eofor's responsibility to deal with foreign relations on behalf of the Queen, so it was little surprise that Kalm came to him regarding the issues the Tal-Men were having of late. He listened intently to the Mur's concerns before informing him of the Monarchy's stance.
"You do of course have every right to be concerned. The troubles in the Tal-Men lands affect us all, but the Queen still prefers to maintain a neutral stance towards both sides. Though I should warn you, the Earls have enough autonomy to declare war independently if they so desired. I would advise you to keep that in mind and take any necessary precautions if you haven't already. I'm afraid I cannot do much more than that, but I will keep you informed if the Queen's position changes"
Royal Chambers
"This is...distressing news, you're certain of this? Let me see the message"
The Queen paced back and forth for a time, pondering what course of action she should take as she read the letter. It was clear that it was not the first of these letters, meaning Cenred is at least willing to negotiate.
"If he is truly determined in his ambitions then I fear there is little I can do before he declares war...
I...I shall have a letter sent. If he is confronted with the knowledge that his plot has been discovered then he may back down. If not...well, we'll have a serious issue at hand."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.08 00:56:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
The skulls were placed on poles once again and the skull bearers marched in front of the two groups. One lead the tribe of Drishna, the other the combine tribes of Durna and the Cursed.
Morya was naked, not even wearing her hood. Her body was free of any marks and blemishes. She was amongst her people who had removed their hoods, revealing their faces. Some of them had shaved heads and others had their hair cut into various patterns.
Jon had removed his bandages that wrapped around his chest. He still kept his left arm in a sling, but other than that, he was naked. His wife, Ria, walked beside him. Her face was covered by a veil and she carried a bladed staff.
Once they reached the middle of the city, the skull bearers placed the skulls in a circle around them. Once they were placed, Morya and Jon entered the circle and knelt before each other. They each cut their own palms and went to mark each other with blood.
K'lo walked into the circle and grabbed their wrists before they could mark each other. "This is wrong," she said. "I know your fate, Jon son of Noj, and yours too Morya, daughter of Drishna. And the fate of all of Artuga should I allow this to happen."
Morya retracted her hand and hissed. "How dare you! An ancestor should know better than to interfer during a Durna!" She then spat on K'lo, which caused a massive uproar from all Artugians from all the tribes present, including her own people.
Jon looked at Ria and nodded. Jon then circled to the side of Morya. "Show respect Morya, she is an ancestor that walks among us. Such a thing has not happened in hundreds of years."
"Respect?! This b*tch wishes to stop the Durna to keep you alive and to keep me off the throne! I wi not have it!" She then rushed as K'lo baring her claws.
Ria tossed her bladed spear and Jon caught it in his right hand and in one quick slash, he severed Morya's leg, tripping her. He then walked up to her and drove the blade through her back, pinning her to the ground.
She started to shout and scream all sorts of profanities and curses. Jon just ignored her and walked up to the tribe of Drishna. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear: "Your leader, attempted to harm an Ancestor after dishonouring her so. Your leader now lies bloodied and dying. However her actions are her own, and no harm will come to you, unless you provoke me.
"The Tall Ones are our enemies and we must unite to protect ourselves and free our people. I offer you this one chance. Kill your leader and consider yourself part of Durna."
With that he walked back to the throne of skull, along the way, he pulled the bladed staff from Morya's back. As he sat down, he watched as the tribe of Drishna converged around Morya and watched as she was torn apart by her own people.
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.07.08 01:37:00 -
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Spademan wrote:[/i]Osmarium...Burtgun[/i]
As Chancellor it was Eofor's responsibility to deal with foreign relations on behalf of the Queen, so it was little surprise that Kalm came to him regarding the issues the Tal-Men were having of late. He listened intently to the Mur's concerns before informing him of the Monarchy's stance.
"You do of course have every right to be concerned. The troubles in the Tal-Men lands affect us all, but the Queen still prefers to maintain a neutral stance towards both sides. Though I should warn you, the Earls have enough autonomy to declare war independently if they so desired. I would advise you to keep that in mind and take any necessary precautions if you haven't already. I'm afraid I cannot do much more than that, but I will keep you informed if the Queen's position changes"
Royal Chambers
"This is...distressing news, you're certain of this? Let me see the message"
The Queen paced back and forth for a time, pondering what course of action she should take as she read the letter. It was clear that it was not the first of these letters, meaning Cenred is at least willing to negotiate.
"If he is truly determined in his ambitions then I fear there is little I can do before he declares war...
I...I shall have a letter sent. If he is confronted with the knowledge that his plot has been discovered then he may back down. If not...well, we'll have a serious issue at hand."
"+åschild, I do not like to suggest this, but with treason, and possible civil war I must. The Creed may help... dispose of him if he refuses to back down, maybe even help quell any rebellion. You are a Creed member, and as we both have positions in a forgien government, our requests likely will be accepted."
The bird has flown away for a while. Leave a message at the tone
Gon' Flying, be back soon.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.07.08 01:51:00 -
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In Mar'Thal........
The scene unfolding before the Mur was both one of horror and violence and Sia'tri found the display altogether too much as the Drishna tore the Redshroud to pieces before his very eyes, consuming what flesh they could though being careful to avoid further damaging her hide.
Unable to control himself he threw up noisily at the back of the arena to the gruesome sounds of tendons being shorn and flesh being consumed, all the while the woman screamed through the agonies. He glanced up pale faced at Jon and K'lo.
"It's done then? You are still Greatclaw?"
Without saying another word Sia'tri fled from the scene of the Durna as quickly as he possibly could making for the coastline where he leapt into the salt spray, and disappeared into the murky depths of the ocean. He did not return for hours and only did return to Mar'Thal in the dead of night.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.07.08 06:20:00 -
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Mar'Thal, the Morning After the Durna
Jon sat on the throne of skulls, before him was Murk, the son of Morya. He was short for an Artugian, but he had an air of command about him and his eyes bespoke a wisdom beyond his years.
"May strong winds bring you good fortune, Great Leader," he said. Like all members of the Drishna tribe, he rolled his 'Rs'.
Jon nodded, "And may your Ancestors be blessed. Allow me to apologize for how events played out during Durna. I do regret breaking law and using a blade to slay your mother, however as we learned from the Legend of Mot, to harm an Ancestor who walks among us is to bring destruction upon us all."
"I understand Great One. I would have done the same."
Jon raised his hand and said, "Nonetheless, it was dishonorable of me to have done so. So I offer you a chance to lead. As you know we have united to rescue our people from the Tall Ones. I wish for you to lead the first of us across the sea."
Murk stared at him wide eyed. This was the greatest honor that the Great Leader can bestow upon someone. Murk bowed low and said, "I accept this great honor. I will bring pride and honor to Artuga, in hopes to redeem the dishonor that has fallen on Drishna!"
Jon nodded and said, "Choose from the strongest warriors from the tribes, they must obey your command as if it was mine."
Murk bowed again, "Strong winds." With that he headed off and began to assemble his crew.
Jon then rose from the throne and went to seek out Sia'tri, he hadn't seem him since the Durna and wished to explain and apologize for his actions. Behind him, K'lo and three guards followed. One guard was from Durna, he wore a plated chest and carried the Artugian Bladed Spear; another was from the Cursed tribe, wearing the same armour as the one from Durna, however his was covered in the traditional markings of his tribe; the last was from Drisha, she wore no armour and carried no weapons, her claws were sharper than the other too and she covered her head with a leather hood.
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.07.08 18:56:00 -
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Upon their arrival in Dreadwinds, the Artugians were given a warm welcome from Jakyl and each given a residential home.
"This is the first of many great days! Let us welcome our Artugian friends."
With this, Jakyl retreated back into the palace, to think about what will happen in the coming months.
The bird has flown away for a while. Leave a message at the tone
Gon' Flying, be back soon.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Posted - 2015.07.08 21:11:00 -
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In Mar'Thal..........
Sia'tri found Jon and his guard from the three different tribes he had claimed by the entrance to the city where he'd used the winch mechanism to ascend back into the tangled boughs of the city proper. His expression was dour and though he had succeeded in ridding his mind of the horrific memories from the Durna he still felt and looked wan.
"Strong Winds bring you Good Fortune Greatclaw." He mumbled, slipping himself out of the leather harness and onto Mar'Thal's suspended promenade. "Aught seems amiss with you now thanks to your....conquest. You seem to have the Passions own luck."
He glanced up at the other three warriors, and then to K'lo.
"It would seem you have your cohorts readied. How long until you sail?"
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2015.07.08 21:31:00 -
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...Mar'Thal
Jon bowed lowed and said, "Apologises for that display. It is unusual for a Durna to be ended by an Ancestor and by the blade. However it had to be done that way, as we have planned. Luck, does not smile on Artuga, so we must create our own."
K'lo smiled and said, "Never mind my decedants apologies, he may be dispicable at times however he means well. I am ready to leave when you are ready."
...Dreadwinds
Lur, Cora, and Mical were astonished at the sight of the Rough Skin village. Never in their wildest dreams would they ever thought that a village could ever grow so big or be filled with so many people. Lur felt a little uneasy about it.
After being greeted by their Great Leader, the trio went into their accommodations and prepared themselves. Eventually they all meet in Lur's house.
Lur wore a belt of skulls, similar to what his father, Jon, wore, however there were less skulls and all were marked. A testament to his battle prowess against the Cursed. "So... This is the land beyond the seas," he said to the other two. "Such a strange place, I wish to learn more from these people and how they made a village so big..."
"Lur," said Mical. He was the same age as Lur but stood a couple inches taller and his claws were longer. "Your father gave us an important task, I believe we must see this through before we learn about these people and their strange lands."
"Aye, let us go to their Great Leader's hall."
With that they made their way to the Great Hall were the Leader of the Rough Skins lives. When they arrived, the bowed to the guards and gave their greetings. Then Lur said "We wish to speak with Great Leader Jakyl. It is about our people and our thirst for vengance against the tall ones."
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.08 21:43:00 -
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Mar'Thal......
Sia'tri turned to K'lo nodding.
"We might depart on the morrow for the Southern Settlements. By the time we reach them the Assail, our clipper, should be ready to sail. If aught is required by you for the journey let us know. As we near the port I can swim ahead to make arrangements."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.07.08 22:11:00 -
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The guards share a few Parish words before stepping aside, allowing the group inside.
"Greetings, I am lord Jakyl, ruler of this kingdom. You have come to discuss vengeance on the Tal-Men?"
Corpselight
A messenger arrived at the doorstep of a commoner's house. The door opened and there stood a young Parian female, hardly over the age of 37.
"Message from the Royal house, Revon." The messenger handed her the note and started back on his way.
"Thank you." The young girl closed the door. "I wonder why this was sent." She said aloud as she opened up the envelop to reveal two pieces of paper. One, being plain, and the others being decorated with fine silk.
Message
Dear Xenu,
I would like to speak to you soon. There is a pass of royal approval to travel to the Grand Halls free of charge in the envelop this was sent in.
Winds guide you. - Lord Jakyl of the Revon house.
The message was of an amazingly rare type, a royal letter sent to a mere commoner of low status. This was beyond her wildest dreams.
"I must prepare to leave soon."
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Gon' Flying, be back soon.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.09 09:13:00 -
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...Dreadwinds, the Hall of Lord Jakyl
Lur, Cora and Mical gave Lord Jakyl the traditional Artugian greeting, then Lur approached cautiously and placed a black water skin in front of Jakyl before retreating.
"This," he said, "is a gift. It is the venom of our Artyee. If eaten or drunk, it is harmless, however if introduced into the blood, can kill even the strongest amongst you. This is a gift from my father, the Great Leader Bloody Jon. He sends his regards and apologises that he cannot be here, his place is amongst out people during this time.
"My father sent me and my friends here to ask for aide. You see, the Tall Ones stole our people and dragged them across the seas. Those they didn't take were killed or wounded and left for dead. This was the first time our people encountered any others and we were killed, beaten and taken. This crime cannot go unpunished!
"As we speak, my father plans on uniting the three Tribes of our people, cross the seas, and strike at the Tall Ones. We only ask you aide our people in this. In returned more venom will be brought over to spice your food, kill your enemies, and allow your old men to bed their wives."
...Mar'Thal
Jon bowed low to Sia'Tri and said, "Me and my people will be eternally grateful for teaching us how to cross the great sea. As a warning you must make sure K'lo does not come to any harm. The Ancestors are not to be trifled with and should she become wounded or brought to anger, kill her or run. Artugians do not forgive easily, however the Ancestors will destroy everything if provoked. To strike an Ancestor is to tempt death itself."
K'lo laughed. "He worries too much. I look forward to seeing your land Sia'Tri, I need neither food nor water nor any provisions."
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.09 21:53:00 -
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The Southern Continent.......
"I shall let no harm come to Lady Nightstalker in our domains Jon Greatclaw. Perhaps one day you might see the Isles as well, Shuri'den'shalvys would welcome you and your kin I am sure."
Sia'tri and K'lo set out from Mar'Thal as the first light of the sun crept over the horizon, the former having provisioned lightly for a swift journey down the coasts, in a tiny single masted sloop manned by a small crew of two Mur and one other Artya. With Sia'tri swimming alongside the vessel leaping dozens of feet into the air with each surfacing, exhorting joyous whoops, they made the Mur settlement by the early afternoon.
The small alcove was now a bustling port side town reminiscent of those found on the Skadii'an coasrs, dominate by its docks which spanned from one side of the inlet to the other and overshadowed by the vast bulks of the two present Thalassae. As they closed with the docks a small school of armed guardsmen could be seen on sentry duty glinting, distorted beneath the waves with watchful eyes looking seaward. Mur hurried to and fro tending to their business unloading shipments of raw materials freshly arrived from the Isles, fishing with their bare hands darting about faster than their quandaries, while others simply lounged upon the shore in newly mated pairs rather visibly enjoying the warmer climates.
Central however to the burgeoning harbour-scape was a particularly elegant vessel. The proud three masted Assail was the settlement's pride and the first ship commissioned by Mur aquitects outside of the Isles with the incomprehensibly sleek design that seemed to defy common sense, high bulwarks, and six sets of shimmering woven gossamer sails with a singular Whorl emblazoned proudly across the face of the mainsail. The bowspirit of this particular vessel was that of a four armed Mur with the lower body of a fish whose tail seemed to coil around and eventually merge with the bowsprit. Long nails extended from the intricately carved fingertips of the spirit-host while flowing locks of hair cascaded down it's tapered shoulders stained red like that of the Artugian peoples.
The sloops captain brought the vessel in gently beside the Assail as Sia'tri built up speed beneath the waves and leapt entirely clear of the oceans performing a roll in mid air before landing on the wooden docks above. A few moments later he returned with several lengths of heavy rope and tossed them down to the waiting Mur below who secured the sloop and laid a gangway for K'lo to cross.
"Welcome to Sikiana Lady Nightstalker." Announced the Pathfinder with a warm smile. "This place is as yours while you are here and no Mur shall refuse your requests. However I fear our time here might be limited as the Assail will be made ready to sail before sunset. Should you wish to retire your cabin has already been prepared."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
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Posted - 2015.07.10 02:56:00 -
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"News be that the Osmarian Earl of Kilerth was planning to take the throne." Zi said with a devious idea.
"Interesting." The officer replied.
"Yes, your orders, sir?"
"Yes! Just have the men hold their lines on the Osmarium border. Use the newly built fort if you must, but keep the line held down."
"No advance, sir? We could easily make use of their distraction."
"No. I want to see Osmarium in civil war, I want to see brothers spilling the blood of their kin. I want to wait for the smoke to clear and the victor announced. That's when we will strike, when they have won the civil war. They'll be taken by surprise and have too few men to stop our complete takeover."
"After that, sir?"
"We take the Creed by the horns and destroy it once and for all."
"Until then?"
"Work on Project Psychosis."
"We will need test subject for that! We surely can not use our citizens."
"No, but the Tal-Men will not expect such elements used against them."
"Still I will need several Tal-Men to base the studies off of."
"You shall have them. Now go!" The officer shouted, tired of the stalling from Zi. Once Zi had exited the room the officer sighed and said a few words to himself before starting on a reply to the Mur. "We are pioneers of the future."
Reply
Greetings,
We, known as the Cauti, have decided of which to accept or decline your offer. After several grueling sessions the decision was made to accept your offer. We shall allow all Mur ships through to the northern portion. There will be stops along the way, simple cargo checks, only weapons shall be taken and all stops shall have the correct amount of currency to pay for several large shipments, as to not run out. Rest assured that if any cargo is taken without it's worth paid, it shall be corrected as soon as we catch word of the actions. We hope these terms are agreeable.
May the Gods and Goddesses watch over you all. - High Officer Kalmach of the Cauti.
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Gon' Flying, be back soon.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.10 09:23:00 -
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...Artuga, the Hidden Cove, North of Mar'Thal
Murk and his crew were loading the last of the vemon onto The Ancestor, one of the Artugian ships created with the help of the Mur. Jon stood on the docks and watched as his people prepared for their maiden voyage.
As they finished, each of the crew of 30 presented themselves before Jon. They took turns kneeling before him as he marked their for head with his blood and blessed them in the old tongue. The final to receive the blood mark was Murk.
As Murk rose, Jon said, "You must sail north until you find the land of the Rough Skins, the venom of the Artyee is for them, as a gift. Find out what you can about the Tall Ones then set off on foot to their lands. Strike at only what you know you and your people can kill. Do not fight their warriors in open combat, they carry sticks that call the wrath of the Ancestors. And if you see Lur tell him what has happen. And give this to their Great Leader." Jon handed Murk a bladed staff, its shaft was made of blackened wood and was marked with intricate designs. It was a beautiful yet deadly weapon.
Murk took the bladed staff and bowed, "As you command, Great Leaders. May strong winds bring you good fortune."
"And may the Ancestors being you home."
With that, Murk and his crew boarded the ship and Jon watched as the Artugians made navigated out of the cove and into the open sea.
((Going to assume K'lo is resting in her cabin until the Mur set sail))
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Spademan
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Posted - 2015.07.10 22:13:00 -
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A few days ago...Kilerth
A messenger burst through the doors of the throne room. While not nearly as impressive as the Queen's it was adorned in a number of deep blue cloths, the colour of the county of Kilerth. The man had clearly been in a hurry as he took a moment to catch his breath. Coenwulf cared little for the interruption and arose from his seat to approach the man. His face was in it's forties with a pale complexion, like most Osmar, but much of it was obscured by his long, near white beard. He stood six feet tall and it was clear from his well defined muscles that he received years of gruelling, but effective, knightly training. At about two feet away from the messenger he finally spoke.
"What is it that would have you burst into my throne room without so much as an introduction?"
"A-a message M'lord, from the Baron of Balton in the southwest. A large force has gathered at the border with the Paric rebels. The Baron fears an attack as they've done with the Tal-Men"
"Bah, they'd not be so foolish...but still, if they are to attack let it not be said I was unprepared. You go to the Queen and tell her what transpired and request she make a pre-emptive strike."
The messenger gave a quick nod before rushing out of the room as Coenwulf turned back to his throne. As he did so he was questioned by his spymaster.
"Are you sure that's wise sire? Getting the Queen involved I mean, given your intents."
"Outside threats must be dealt with first. Additionally, this could weaken the Queen's armies, if that happens and I get Earl Cenred's full support the throne will be mine.
Send messengers to the Barons, tell them to have their troops ready to march on my command."
Present Day, Burtgun
A look of consternation on her face, +åschild replied to Krion's suggestion.
"I fear that may not accomplish much. If he dies the creed will be blamed regardless of who's blade commits the act, and his sons will not be forgiving. Given the family history of knightly training..." her voice trails off and soon after there's a knock at the door.
"Enter"
The chancellor walks in after receiving the message from Kiletth
"My apologies your majesty, but I have received an urgent message from Coenwulf." The chancellor informs +åschild of the events transpiring along the border with the Cauti rebels
"Thank you Chancellor. I think I'll turn in for the night, I shall have a decision for you in the morning."
What're you looking at me like that for? I'll shank you I will.
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True Adamance
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Posted - 2015.07.13 22:49:00 -
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In Skadia......
Adelya always hated it when the Lady of the Seas Shuri'den'shalvys made us of her Authorities as they saw fit to defy the notion that water flowed ever downwards with gravity or with the tides of the moon. Instead here in the highest chambers of the Coral Tower she stood in silent awe of a woman for whom the oceans would never deny, thousands of droplets and dozens of swirling spiral chutes of water flowing upwards where it pooled upon the ceiling of the chamber having drained completely the waters that had seperated the twin islands of her court exposing the rough porous coral substructure of her throne.
Even the water enclosed by the thin layer of aqueous oils that covered her body was not exception and thin strands of silvery water that looked like liquid sliver trailed upwards from her skin, even her blood felt lightened as if it were trying to seek a means of escape from her veins. It was a fascinating feeling being in her presence at a time like this as some unseen force of nature sought to lift her body into the air above.
Shuri'den'shalvys eyes narrowed as her seneschal Adelya read the response from the Cauti leadership. For a totalitarian movement intent on removing the arguably more liberal elements of the Tal-Man government from their seat of power the response seemed reserved at best. That being said the outcome was favourable for the Mur who would reclaim their trade routes north from the coasts.
However that did little the seneschals doubts. Supporting the Tal-Man as per their trade agreements in times of war was an obligation the Mur people took seriously and attempting to send unarmed merchants through the Northern Passage with raw materials was asking for the Cauti to forsake their oaths and launch an unprovoked assault. Whatever her response was to be to this it would have to be decisive and impress upon the Cauti that her's were not a people to cross.
"What say you Lady Shuri'den'shalvys?" Asked Adelya looking concerned. Since adopting her new role as House Shalvys' seneschal in addition to her duties as commander of the Murguard she'd forsaken her scale mail in favour of a loose fitting Maera that seemed to out of place on her were it not for a scale choker and the heavy bladed axe of her order. "The terms are more than fair Lady..... but...."
"Speak you mind Adelya. I need to hear it." Came her superior's gentle reply.
"I fear the Cauti cannot be trusted My Lady. They stand as rebels already and defy Shorewalker authorities....."
"That is hardly cause to war Adelya."
"How long will it be until they defy the authority of those who own the seas?"
The Shalvyian Mur paused with a sharp intake of air. The gently tapered fins on her forearms and legs twitched with annoyance though it only showed on her face for but a moment Adelya could tell that she was a troubled woman. The prospect of war was greatly concerning and would mean a fundamental alternations in the Whorl's form..... a grand cultural shift for her people.
"What would you have me do woman." Shuri'den'shalvys mottled pink and beige skin coloured slightly with embarrassment. " Our terms were accepted. Peace it be until the rebels break the oath and I will not be named a liar by the Shorewalkers."
"I would Radiance, have you send a caravan with what raw materials we would seek to supply the Tal-Man with. Send it under guard to ensure the Cauti-Landborn keep their promise. Send with them a Shaper, a powerful one to make those that do break their oath regret their mistakes...... Kal'm.... perhaps could do it. His Authority as a Tideshaper and in Attraction is second only to your own. D'humat could even suffice. His Tension is without equal amongst our kind..... if you yourself could leave the Isles none would defy your Authority would be most suited to the task."
Adelya trailed off weakly. "Forgive me Lady. I should not speak of it..... I'm just a Seneschal it was not appropriate."
"Would that I could serve my own people in this task." She sounded dejected but her eyes bespoke a certain sense of anticipation. "I shall do as you will Adelya. We'll send the Shaper. Your intuition is usually correct in these things."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.15 04:19:00 -
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...The Assail, one Week after Departure
K'lo walked onto the deck and breathed in the fresh open air and smiled. She loved the smell of the sea and it made her white hair glow brighter. She looked older now, as if she had aged 15 years within the last week, small peices of her skin had faded away, leaving spots that glowed as bright as the noon sun.
Despite her rapid aging, she was as happy and moved as gracefully as ever. She was so curious about the Mur and their ships and was caught, on several occasions, trying to bed some of the sailors. She went to the prow of the ship and stared off at the open sea.
...Outskirts of Mar'Thal
Jon slashed his left claw at the branch in front of him, severing it from the tree. Another Artugian ran up and grabbed the branch and carried it back to the city. Jon went to the next branch and repeated. Around him other Artugians were clearing branches. Others were weaving the thickest vines. Even the younglings were busy helping with the project.
As the sun began to set, Jon and the Artugians returned to the city, which was being expanded to accommodate the increased number of Artugians. They even went as far as beginning to weave a second vine layer above the main part of the city. There were even plans to construct a new Grand Hall, in which they could place the Throne of Skulls.
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Posted - 2015.07.15 04:42:00 -
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In Skadia, Deck of the Assail.......
The reception for the returning members of the expedition to the Southern Oceans was one of joyous welcome made all the greater by the appearance of the sable haired Ancestors at the side of Sia'tri. Yet again thousands of Mur turned out on the harbourscape docks of the Port city which spanned the entirety of the vast bay in brightly coloured silken Maera and Aklae crowding around the Harbour Masters to gaze at the Artyee.
She looked much older now than she had when she had left the Southern Continent the pathfinder reflected as they were transported through the city proper and out onto barges bound for the Mur Lake and Errecist, though this rapid ageing had not seemed to hinder any particular curiosity between her and several of the Assail's crew. If anything it had refined the beauty of the Artugian making her appear more refined, mature even in a manner several of the sailors described to be like Shuri'den'shalvys.
They've never even seen Lady Shalvys, he thought bitterly, somewhat resentful K'lo had not chosen to visit him throughout the trip. His luck with the Artugian women seemed as bad as ever. The first had been married......to the Greatclaw, the second paid him no heed.
He brooded silently until the barges passed from the city limits and began the journey up the Mur River eventually melting away as he was reminded of the beauty of his homeland. As they travelled he would explain to K'lo the significance of the flora and fauna, explaining the myths his people held, as well as the science behind their being. He was even fortunate to be able to point out a mating pair of Skaum, a particularly rare sight, which he amongst others began to sketch as a record since the the predatory reptiles were incredibly reclusive when they weren't in a Feeding Thrash.
By the late afternoon then had passed into the Narrows, a high passage through the mountains surrounding the Mur Valley, filled with shallow warm water and devoid of wind as dappled light filtered through the branches of over arching trees clinging to the stark cliff faces.
As they pressed into the Valley proper they readied their canoes for the final voyage. Here the air changed, cool and humid, to the point where within minutes the skin became damp and water beaded to fall in arcing trails across the skin.
Sia'tri turned to K'lo as he paddled the lightweight vessel across the lake's glassy surface, schools of fish and Mur darting about below glancing up at them in their typical curious fashion.
"This is our land Lady Nightstalker, what do you think of it? It is Kalya's jewel in the vast oceans of the world from which all Mur life would begin after the Long Dark or Endless Night. We are to arrive in the city within the hour and it shall be my honour, and an honour for me as well, to introduce you and your people to the Lady of Shalvys. Shuri'den'shalvys."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.07.15 11:13:00 -
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...Skadia, Aboard the Assail
K'lo smiled and looked at Sia'tri. "Paradise. This land is paradist," she said, her hair and the light that shown through her missing skin glowed brighter. "Never before had I dared dream of seeing such a beautiful place."
She looked at all the Mur who were there and her light started to dim. "So many of your people. I never seen so many. Not even among the living Artugians."
Her eyes then rolled into the back of her head and she spoke in the old tongue. Her body shook and began to shine brighter. Then she was still, her lips still moved but no sounds could be heard. After a minute, her light dulled. She smiled and said, "Sorry if I startled you, my dear Sia'tri. The Others are just as excited as I am about this place." She then place a hand on Sia'tri's shoulder and smiled.
...Mar'Thal
Jon sat on a seat made of branches. It was sunset and he was eating an evening meal with some members of the Drishna tribe. He felt it was his duty to eat with every Artugian at least once, including those from the Cursed and Drishna tribes.
As he finished his meal, he rose to his feet and thanked them for sharing their meal and walked back to his hut. It was a small hut woven out of the vines, as all huts in Mar'Thal were. It was temporary as the Artugians were busy weaving a second layer to Mar'Thal, where the new Grand Hall would be built, in which would be his new home.
As he entered his hut, he was greeted by his third wife, Ria, the only wife he had left since the Tal-Man invasion. "Strong Winds, Husband," she said bowing with a fist over her heart.
Jon smiled, "Good Fortune, Wife. Why are you being so formal?"
Ria looked down at her feet. "Husband, as is our way we have always been able to have many husbands and wives as we please, yet I only have one. Which is you."
Jon sat down. "This is true, I have many wives. Well 'had' many wives. Before those Ancestorless Tall Ones stole them. If you wish to take another you know that it is allowed."
Ria nodded, "I wish to take another husband, but the one I want is not Artugian. He is of the Mur-Folk."
Jon stared at Ria wide-eyed. "This... has never been done before... Which one is it?"
"Sia'tri."
Jon nodded, "Sia'tri... I would not mind having him as a Clan Brother."
"So you give me your blessing?" Ria asked.
Jon nodded, "If he returns to Artuga, you may marry him. That is if he accepts it of course."
Ria smiled, "Of course husband."
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Posted - 2015.07.15 16:15:00 -
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Coral Tower... 3 Months Ago..........
Grey prepared the story of the capture of the Ants. "Explorers from the Pan-Tal-Man, the PTM, were exploring of the coast of Southern Tal-Man. The came across a chain of islands and began exploring several of them. On one these we were soon greeted after landing to near 100 men and women armed with spear, clubs, maybe even stones. They outnumbered the land crew by a huge number, luckily the crew was well armed and put an end to the attack.
These people are hidous creatures, pale in the face, hair possibly stained red with the bodies of others. A truly grizzly sight to see, the women it seemed had poison on their finger tips as they slashed one man and not moments after the battle he dropped dead. We took them aboard as it seemed most were starving and were cannibalistic... That is how we came about to find these people." Grey stopped speaking for a moment and drank close to the last of his wine, he preferred vodka but this was easier on not so common drinkers.
"I must say you have a beautiful city here I wish to set up a residence, such as your people did back in Osmar. As a means to allow quicker communication between our two nations. We are great trading partners it is surprising how long we have gone with out setting a embassy. Of coarse I wish to make sure it is okay with you before we pick a sight and start to build."
Skadia, Harbor, Assails arrival........
It was quite a joyous occasion in Skadia today, apparently an expedition ship was returning to port, he figured he had no business to attend to and would possibly greet the sailors. He stood next to one of the buildings and the sailors began to disembark from the ship when he noticed something that turned his blood to ice some of them were not Mur. An Artigian... an ant... What are they doing here! screamed in his head he began looking for a way to get out of their sight, he stuck out like a sore thumb at the reception. The looking back one more time he say a strange figure, she was as tall as one of the ants but... Her hair glowed like a beautiful fire which would never hurt you, just hold you in its warmth and protect you. Her skin was that of a golden glow as well. She looked as if she was sent by the ancestors and god. He slowly continued to walk backwards before he found an alley way and made his way quickly back to his home.
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Posted - 2015.07.16 00:17:00 -
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In Skadia........the Coral Tower
Having just drafted a second missive to the Cauti movement occupying the Southern Regions of Tal-Man Shuri'den'shalvys and her Seneschal Adelya were suddenly visited upon my Sephrena who had admittedly spent a great deal of time within the cloisters of the Tower. Since her performance at the Festival she'd spent every day learning to better play her instruments and sing with Songstresses in the lower halls while also serving as an intermediary and confidante to the sole Mur occupant of the spires reaches.
"Lady Shalvys!" The young Mur's voice echoes up the sculpted steps of the spiral stair case. She sounded breathless as if she had run from the entire way. "Lady Shalvys! We have news from the expedition......It's Sia'tri. He's returned from the Southern Isles as the Master of the Expedition and has brought with him a Shorewalker!"
Both women turned to her in an instant eyebrows raised curiously. News from the South Seas came in sporadic updates and as such the sudden appearance of Sia'tri and his guests was quite the cause for celebration.
"Have you seen them, Young Thing?" Shuri'den'shalvys asked curiously taking a step down from he Throne, the slowly rising droplets of water seemed to falter slightly before coming to a complete halt in mid air. "These people? Who are they?"
The young girl flushed slightly holding her lute before her.
"I-I am not sure My Lady as I did not catch a glimpse of them as I passed them in the halls..... but the woman who was with Sia'tri was tall. Her skin was like ashes and her hair was like the moonlight. She is not like the Landborn it seems, has claws upon her hands, and like us does not bother with clothing. They call her Lady Nightstalker."
"Pretty?" Adelya asked thoughtfully hefting her axe over one shoulder. "Bah..... I should not be here if she is. I shall see to the preparations for elements of the Fleet to transport out goods to the Cauti coastlines."
".......Yes." Sephrena admitted "But she looks tired and thin as if she is not really here with us."
"Then bring them too us Little Thing. I will speak with the Lady Nightstalker once I have prepared myself here and quieted Tsh'ehlu." She nodded up to the spires of water still hanging in mid air which slowly reversed themselves and began to flow gently downwards to pool around the islands once more.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.07.16 23:29:00 -
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Cy'Rath
The first three months of the colony's life required a very hands on attitude from Godwin as he coordinated it, leaving little room for interaction with the natives. The first constructions were what were considered essentials. A simple wooden Palisade for protection from local wildlife, small houses for the settlers, areas marked for farming, a training ground, a chapel and a larger residence for Godwin which also contained a hall for receiving guests. Since being built the training ground was rarely empty, soldiers and settlers alike constantly occupied it creating a constant sound of combat. The initial ships bar one had made a return journey a supply route from Kirath to Crasmere was established which delivered about once every two months. The ship that stayed routinely patrolled the surrounding waters to ensure safety, though there were plans to bolster the patrol once the colony was better established.
Overall, the Colony was doing well and Godwin had been sending routine updates with the ships that returned from their supply missions. If the good relationships with the natives keep up the settlement is in an excellent position for even further exploration, particularly of the larger landmass to the west.
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.20 10:25:00 -
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...Skadia, the Coral Tower
K'lo was glowing with excitement. Though she was techniquely deceased, she felt more alive then ever. She was going to be the first Artugian (and Ancestor) to stand before Shuri'den'shalvys, the Mur-Folk's Great Leader. By her side was Sia'tri, one whom her direct descendant, Jon, called friend.
As they entered the hall, K'lo looked around and marveled at it's beauty which made her glow even more bright. Her eyes soon fell upon Shuri'den'shalvys, and she let out a little giggled and skipped up to her like a youngling would to her mother. She bowed low and said with her two voices, "May strong winds bring you good fortune, oh Great One of the Sea. I am K'lo, a revered ancestor of Artugia. My descendant, the Great Leader Bloody Jon, wishes to sends his regards and his apologies that he cannot be here. He is a bit headstrong and can be quiet rude, bit he means well."
She smiled and tilted her head to the side, giving Shuri'den'shalvys a curious look, as if she was staring into her soul. "You are most beautiful and wise Great One. Your Ancestors are most proud of you."
...Mar'Thal
Jon sat on the Throne of Skulls in the unfinished Grand Hall of Mar'Thal. The Artugians had worked tirelessly throughout the night and had finished the upper vine layer of the city and some of the hall, however most of the upper city had been left unfinished.
He looked at the Cursed one that stood before him and sized him up. He was as big as his father, Oran, in height but not as well built. His name was Wa'thur, and he was chosen amongst his people, by right of combat, to speak to Jon on their behalf.
"We must return to Margha. It is where our best metal has been forged for many generations Greatclaw," said Wa'thur.
Jon half smiled as Wa'thur used the term 'Greatclaw'. The Artugians never used that word when referring to the Great Leader, but since the Mur-Folk started to use it, the Artugians started to use it as well. "I agree, Wa'Thur, son of Oran, however we cannot transport the metal quickly on the ground from Margha to Mar'Thal. The forest is too thick and too dangerous, only days have passes since we lost some of our finest ship makers to Artuga."
"A solution then Greatclaw. The Ones of the Sea constructed a means to enter Mar'Thal, if we make another one of the same by the forest's end at Margha, we can transport the metal to Mar'Thal through the canopy."
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Jon asked intrigued.
"We construct a bridge of vines that leads from Mar'Thal to Margha. This way travel between the two is safer, faster and easier."
"It would mean Mar'Thal would be made more vulnerable to attack."
"Not if we patrol it, Grearclaw. Between the Durma tribe, the Drishna tribe and my people, the Cursed Tribe, we have enough warriors to protect the sky bridge."
Jon stroked his chin. After a minute of think he stood up and said, "Wa'thur, son of Oran, you shall have your 'Sky Bridge' and the men to protect it. May the Ancestors bless you in your work."
Wa'thur bowed low, said the traditional greeting, then left the unfinished Grand Hall. A couple hours later, a few Artufians not working on the city began to weave vines for the sky bridge.
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Posted - 2015.07.21 11:31:00 -
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In Skadia......the Coral Tower
By the time K'lo had presented herself to Shuri'den'shlavys the Lady of the Seas had only just succeeded in quieting Tsh'ehlu to sleep, his hulking form curl beside the throne breaking the unnatural sense of stillness pervading the air of the Tower. Given that the Artugians seemed to forgo clothing in its entirely Shuri'den'shavlys so too forwent any form of Maera finding that in doing so she were more comfortable in this manner.
As K'lo greeted Shuri'den'shalvys in the manner of her people, of which the Mur woman had not knowledge, she took a moment to asset her guest. She was indeed beautiful as Sephrena had said though in a foreign manner as a result of her hair and claws. Even the strange duality present in her voice held a particular timeless charm that bespoke a same similarities between Shuri'den'shalvys and her own kin. An inexplicable sense of difference that manifested as an air of Authority. An Attraction bond but ethereal and weakening.
She was puzzled as K'lo skipped across the path of rocks between her own island and that of the throne in much the same way as a child might, despite her mature and exotic features.
She scented the air. Heavy. Distant. Present.
"And to you Lady Nightstalker. I beg those same strong winds carry you and yours to safe harbor as many times as the Oceans see fit, I am Shuri'den'shalvys for Shalvys-That-Was. I speak for my people and the Goddess as Sia'tri has spoken for me in your lands. If it please you Lady Nightstalker I would greet you in the ways of our people."
She leaned in close lifting K'lo's chin with a delicate finger and placing her own forehead against the locks of moonlight hair and ashen skin so that their breath could exchange freely, lingering their for several moments that the ritual might be observed. For a moment she seemed content to pull away but rethought that and pulled K'lo in to brush her lips across those of the Artyee.
She remained in that position for a several seconds. She shuddered once. Iridescent eyes snapped open suddenly. Fins flared in a submissive fashion. She pulled away even more puzzled.
"Be you woman or spirit I suspect you shall find some kind of refuge in this Tower where you are named guest and Folk of the Land. Here the demands of the material world are not so great upon the spirit.....certainly not gone but lessened to some degree. But pray forgive me that I digress you are travel weary and have spent many days upon the oceans that you might seek passage to these lands. They are yours so long as you see fit Lady Nightstalker as am I and my kin. Speak and we would listen. Demand and we would offer. Desire and we would make reality."
She paused, glanced down at Sia'tri whom returned a respectful nod as if to confirm her suspicions.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.07.23 23:14:00 -
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Burtgun Castle
The Queen had come to a decision on the matter of the Cauti. They have weakened an ally severely and are a great threat to stability. With this in mind she gives her instructions to the Chancellor.
"Chancellor. Draft a letter to Despot Jakyl of the Paric. Extend an offer to assist his nation in the war with the Cauti rebels. He shall have the full might of the kingdom on side. Inform the Earls, have them ready their forces."
"Of course your majesty"
Eofor nodded dutifully and left to produce the letters reuested. As Aeschild took her seat upon the throne the Marshall approached having heard the Queen's instructions.
"Shall I assemble an army?"
"No, not yet. Wait until we receive word back."
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.07.24 11:05:00 -
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...Skadia, the Coral Tower
K'lo giggled as the Great One of the Sea, known as Shuri'den'shalvys, asked "Are you woman or spirit?"
She smiled, cleared who throat and spoke, however her second voice spoke in the old tongue of Artuga, and as she spoke, the light beneath her skin glowed brighter: "I am both. I chose this vessel so I may walk amongst my people and guide them in their most desperate hour. I have not seen the land of the living through mortal eyes in centuries though I watch. And though this vessel is mortal, I do not require rest, nor food, nor water to remain here.
"I come before you now, oh Great One of the Sea, not to beg for aid, but out of curiousity. For centuries my people have lived on Artuga, unharassed, for many generations. We have not even heard rumours of those beyond the sea, though some of us suspected.
"That was until the Tall Ones came. They attacked, murdered, and stole our people. It was a crime which will not go unpunished. However, we do not ask for you to involve yourself in this conflict. We Artugians do not wish to bring harm to the Ones of the Sea, for you have given us a gift which, even the Ancestors older than I, always wanted. The gift to travel the Sea.
"My only desire is that the Mur and Artugians become friends. Sia'tri has born witness to some of our rituals, and in our culture he now has the right to become an Artugian, in name if not by blood, if he so chooses. I believe he will be a great bridge between our people."
As she finished talking, her glow started to dim and her body started to shake. She knelt down placing a hand on the ground in front of her to stabalize herself. "Forgive me, but this vessel can not contain me any longer. I must return to the other side."
She then looked Sia'tri in the eyes and said, "You bring honor to your people, Sia'tri, friend of Artuga and the Ancestors."
Her skin started to fall away from her body, piece by piece, revealing K'lo's true form. She stood up and as the last piece fell, there stood a golden Artyee bathed in light. She stood at 5' 10" and her hair flowed down to the small of her back. Her face was soft but her eyes spoke of danger. She smiled one last time and a bright light burst forth from her, temporarily blinding those around her. Then she was gone, without a trace.
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Posted - 2015.07.27 01:12:00 -
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In Skadia....... The Coral Tower.
Sia'tri's sharp intake of breath was all that could be heard in the wake of K'lo's vanishing. The process had been as sudden as would have proved believable as her skin seemed to peel away and dissolve into the air around her leaving only the spectral golden form of an Artyee.
And then she was gone, as if she never were, in a blinding flash of light which spilled out of the Coral Tower through the aperture of the shell-like spire.
The Pathfinder blinked several times in disbelief his eyes quickly darting around the recessed alcoves of the throne room then back to the place where K'lo up until moments ago had stood in all her glory. Not a single piece of her remained, no bones, no claws, not even a single strand of liquid moonlight. His hand involuntarily slipped to the skull attached to his leather harness only serving to increase his sense of dread for it offered him no worlds of solace.
He glanced up at Shuri'den'shalvys who regarded the empty air with a thoughtful look, his eyes pleading for an explanation.
"Her spirit has departed our world." The Mur-woman said curiously, inner workings of her mind immediately drawn to scholarly pursuit of the unknown. "It seems the Attractions that bound her spirit to her form were worn thin and could not be maintained........ K'lo is a curious thing and not like any spirit we know. Perhaps she is an artificial spirit a collective will or desire made manifest. Regardless she may have left us but I feel she is not gone.....just absent."
"But how do I explain this to Jon......The Greatclaw and leader of the Artugians?"
"Precisely how I explained it to you Little-kin. Spare this Greatclaw no details. Remind him that K'lo has made a fine impression upon us and that we have no reason to lie to him of the nature of her passing."
Sia'tri could only nod his acquiescence. With the Ancestor no longer a present in Skadia his responsibilities lay with his people in the Southern Oceans and with Jon. He only prayed to M'kke and her elder sister that the Greatclaw would not be wroth. His failure to return K'lo to her people upset him greatly.
With the meeting concluded he made for Rhen'Ys swimming the River Run through the night with all haste, narrowly evading a small thrash of Skaum in the river waters now murky by night using the moon above as a sole point of reference. The Assail set sail the following morning for Artuga with a Tideshaper aboard to speed their passage as much as possible.
In the Coral Tower...... after Sia'tri had left.
"My Lady?" Sephrena mumbled, rather embarrassed as she looked on at Shuri'den'shalvys pacing across the small isle on which her throne rested. "What is it that you are so concerned about?"
The older Mur-woman looked up fixing her iridescent gaze on the girl her face was flushed with a rare anticipation and with a wave of her hand a single visible line of attraction appeared between them pulling the girl into a warm but maternal embrace.
"I am considering going to the Shore-walker lands myself to ensure the Oathword between our people and the Cauti is kept. I've not had the opportunity to freely weave my Authority in many years nor seen the Seas beyond the Isles. This will be exciting...."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Posted - 2015.07.27 23:46:00 -
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A letter to Queen Aeschild
Your majesty,
I am writing to you on behalf of the Tal-Man State, I am sorry I was not able to visit personally the War needs me. As I am sure you are aware of the current situation developing with the rampaging Cauti forces. Besides the Private Defense Force, the majority of my population is unexcited to go to war, we have had our first peace talks with Blood Raiders, leading to the possibility of true peace. I would prefer the Paric Civil War stay in its own boarders but it has not and we are forced to join this war in response. This presents itself as a problem to me, the Tal-Man must refuse to lose our southern most boarder. Most of my forces are a day or so away from our front -lines by the time you read this.
Now to business, you are famed for ships and while the Tal-Man have our own ships yours are in greater speed, size, and capacity. I propose a joint ops between our two people, using your ships and any men you wish to send, and the few Tal-Man vessels I can scrape together and as many men with fit on the boats we send them around the continent, a few weeks before the front-line ground troops with make their advance, pulling Cauti troops from the front and allowing us to cripple the rebels. We will retake our land (and maybe a little more in compensation) and we shall allow to take your own cut or return it to the Parics.
I hope for your response soon majesty. I fear what may come to past if the war is dragged on for long.
Caldari Body, Caldari Core, But Amarr with my Soul.
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Posted - 2015.07.28 01:47:00 -
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In Skadia......Off the Coast of Ahlar.
"Mer'deen has summoned you Maelstom....she does not wish to wait for....." said a quiet voice from beyond the open door, a small youthful Mur poked he head around the corner. He flushed bright red when he noted Man'tiel and Tamarri'sen in the middle of a rather passionate embrace.
"She can wait a few minutes..." the young Mur grumbled, retreating down the corridor.
The crew of the Maelstrom and Man'tiel's fleet had been docked in the harbours of the temple city for the better part of a week now and the crew of the vessels had spent the bulk of their time between maintenance of the fleet and the pleasure gardens in the upper city. Man'tiel had taken the first opportunity he could to visit the Temple of Kalya but had been refused entry to see the High Priestess whose duties had kept her busy since the Festival almost three months earlier.
His second port of call had been the much more reclusive Storm Conclave set into an exposed section of the sable mountain side which was little more than a series of wind swept gardens an open air baths filled with stormwater and salt spray from the oceans warmed by small heated pits warmed by Abrasion forces hidden below the ground. His offerings to Vinnetir were rich indeed, several Bowspirits, the blade of the Osmari Frigate Captain still coated with his own blood, and the young Paric Woman whom they had captured during their exploits.
Tammari'sen and the other adepts had taken a perverse pleasure in escorting the woman into the shadowy depths of their temple and had no returned to him upon the Maelstrom for several days. He disposition said enough, that Man'tiel should not ask after her, though in the wake of their homecoming their relationship had been more passionate than ever.
Some fifteen minutes after the appearance of the youthful message from the Temple Man'tiel stepped out onto the deck of the Maelstrom drapped in a heavy sea-spray longcoat, a characteristically Un-Mur-like raiment adopted to hide the lattice work of scars criss crossing his torso.
"Let's be off with us boy." said Man'tiel in a terse voice. "I still have business here."
"Business? What is more important that your responsibility to the High Priestess?"
"You saw."
That quietened the young man who flushed with embarrassment. He must have seen a dozen Gale seasons at best and still nearly two years before the maturing hormone rebalances of his adulthood. He was at a familiar age that Man'tiel remembered well. Limbo....not quite a child and not quite the adult but awkwardly trying to make sense of new found passions draw from a culture which knew nothing of modesty.
The passed through the city proper and into the Temple District set back into the recessed caverns of the stark cliff face on the leeward side of the harbour. Such a stark contrast form the Storm Temples, with delicate marble columns untouched by the elements of sea and storm.
Mer'deen received him in her Solar, a small private audience hall reserved for the High Priestess and her agents. She looked distinctively older, more worn, but prettier than he remembered. It was the same beginnings of the mature beauty he saw in Tammari'sen.
"Your Radiance." He said, bowing slightly, feeling a satisfying twinge of pain from the several month old scars. "I trust that which found its way to your shores the Maelstom's winds have dispelled those who opposed you."
"It has...... yes." She replied. Her voice sounded thin and the manner in which she reclined against the cushion upon a small couch expressed how tired she felt. "Those who opposed me have been seen to, either they have come to see the value of myself as Kalya's speaker or have been seen to. That being said Man'tiel I have another task for you."
......Several Days Later
Shuri'den'shlavys certainly was an impressive woman and commanded a palpable air of authority that could not be explained to those outside of the Mur species. Standing upon the prow of the Maelstom looking out across the unnaturally flat oceans array before them Man'tiel could not help but think that Tammari'sen was the more beautiful of the two though he had to admit his bias on the matter.
Their journey to Southern Tal-Man was one of absolute importance. The four warships that comprised his fleet flanked one of the enormous Thallassae vessels filled with trade good bound for the Southern Coasts. Much would understandable pass through into the Tal-Man lands to the North however the Harbour Master Dammel had insisted several caravans also pass through into Pataris to the East and the Blood Raider lands to the West.
The Four warships would not only serve as escorts to the merchant fleet but would also remain in the bays as a constant reminder to the Cauti people that so long as Mur walked the land no betrayal would be tolerated. Meanwhile Man'tiel and some hand picked men would be escorting a number of caravans North and West into the Tal-Man and Osmarii controlled lands.
Though slightly daunted by the nature of his work Man'tiel's fears had been allayed somewhat on the journey from the Isles. Shuri'den'shalvys was a Shaper like no other he'd ever met, many shared her talents but none approached her level. He felt more that she would be protecting him than the other way around.
He was wrapped up in his thoughts long through the night, unable to sleep both due to his concerns and by a restless Tammari'sen who had insisted upon them, though as a guest and in no official capacity. Instead he had come up to the decks to look at the open expanses arrayed before and above him. His thoughts were disturbed by foot steps. Pale mottled skin under the moonlight, delicate features with iridescent eyes flickering, a faint luminescent about her form.
"We shall arrive soon Captain Man'tiel." She said, breathless with anticipation. "And tomorrow we shall see if the word of the Shore-walkers word holds true."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
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Southern Coasts of Tal-Man
Escorted into the southernmost harbours of what was once a province of Greater Tal-Man the two hulking Thalassae dropped anchor off of the coast and under the watchful eyes of the warships in the harbour began to transfer their cargo across to the docks using small skiffs. Unlike the other three vessels the Maelstrom under instructions from Shuri'den'shalvys docked and began readying those whom would protect the caravans on their journey north.
Hours after their arrival once the caravans had been loaded and a number of domesticated Phrsam had been transported ashore Man'tiel the crew of the Maelstrom took up defensive positions surrounding the caravans. Most of them wore traditional examples of loose fitting Mur scale armour with leather harnesses. Each Mur warrior carried an elegant curved Drowner's wave blade and a small water proofed pouch that appear heavily travel worn.
Amongst them Man'tiel stood out in his heavy chitin plating with the massive Oarblade, Nan Sapwe, in hand appearing distinctly more regal to the eyes of the Shore-walkers than Shuri'den'shalvys who like the other merchant-mur eschewed clothes entirely. With all preparations completed they set off for the first of the Cauti-checkpoints.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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