OOC: I've been ardently following this thread for some time, and I just have to say; Brutus, you tell one kitten of a heart-crushing story.

OOC I'll advance to the next day of conferencing once Xavier is done drinking with Halvedes and Brutus does...whatever it is he does instead of sleeping. Wouldn't want to cut anyone short now would I?

The old man giggles for a moment. It seems as if he's only taken a few sips from his glass.

"Me? I suppose I do know more about you than you of myself. I was born in Diyad of course. On the floating city of Opekta. My father and mother were both bankers. The Syncores family was known across the land for it's fabulous wealth. When my parents died they left me with enough money to start my own financial pursuit. But I am very much unlike them. I don't seek wealth or luxury, I was born with it in my blood. What I sought was power. So I funded my own campaign and was elected into Parliament. You might not believe it, but in my younger days I was quite the charmer, and my intelligence was noteworthy. I served Diyad for 37 years. But then it seemed that the blasted Thanatos showed up from nowhere. He was quite a speaker, others often compared him to the last king Lionus III. Lionus was the last king who died at a young age centuries ago. He is considered the greatest king in our history. If people compared Thanatos to him, well there was no doubt he'd rally himself a rebellion. I tried to warn my fellow members of Parliament against war. They were fools, dead set in their ways. I resigned my position 6 months before The Great Civil War broke out. I aided Thanatos in the war. I hated him so much... But my reward was worth it. I earned my spot within the palace and now I rule Diyad. Oh how Fate jests, always on my side!"

A bell rings in the distance, morning is fast approaching and the final day of the Assembly is soon to begin.

"It would seem that I've rambled for over an hour. My apologies noble Dwarf. But we should leave to prepare for today's proceedings."

Strength: Charming good looks, intellegent, funny.
Weakness:Beautiful women

OOC: Vyzion, the Collective are robots, not automatons. Automatons are fully mechanical and cannot be programmed. And besides, "automatons" sounds too steampunk-ish, which strays too much into Diyadian territory.

Now, I declare day two of the conference open.

"Here today? HA! From where? With what transportation? It's possible that your Sandman friend may just be suffering from minor iyonic poisoning. Nothing too serious. People who used to get it only had it briefly. It takes a while for the symptoms to actually occur. To answer your other question, no. I'm not sovereign, but I plan to be. Once the Secret Council completes their instructions, we have free reign over Diyad. We could finally reveal ourselves to our nation. Achyr may be the most liked out of us, but I am both eldest and wisest. He looks up to me. If I've sown the seed as precisely as I'd imagined, then without a doubt he will make me the successor to the throne. Now a question for you my friend. What reason do you have to despise the late king? Seeing as you only knew him briefly before his demise.

OOC: I'm getting lazy about the map, but I'll have it soon. I just need to actually get off Dust n stuff.

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The forges had been created. However, most of them were underground, as offshoots of the city. It was becoming a the city it once was; the lights had been turned on, and a large influx of migrants had arrived into the city.

The finest craftsmen had begun the crafting of new weapons and vehicles they had found the design for. They found that the Dorics created a fuel that they uniformly used across all their devices: matur. Matur was formed from the refining of several metals by putting it through a Doric Iyonic processor. Afterwards, melting it down would create a super-iyonic liquid that would then be placed into small battery containers.

This would create a power source bountiful enough for the devices of Doric people. But the new devices required a powerful group of people who would dedicate their life to learning this new knowledge. Soon, the migrants had placed several people to learn about this knowledge. They became philosophers of Dustia; they were the Unravelers. They unraveled the secrets of the universe and they became leaders of the Guild of Thought.

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Meanwhile, Sandromin was convening within the conference, speaking of his opinions to the people. It was about midday when he saw something...

At first, he thought it was just a person, but he just couldn't stop looking at the person. He was cloaked in a black robe and he walked with an air of purpose. It was as if he had come in from outside, just to announce something important.

Sandromin couldn't think of who he was, but then the man pulled back his hood to reveal his face... And then Sandromin realized who the person was.

We request that the issue of the trading routes be discussed." it said.

"Ah Trade routes, a far more palatable subject. I know that we managed to develop a rough idea of how to include each nation in the main trade lanes yesterday, but perhaps now, with the new maps that the cartographers have drawn we will be able to precisely mark out the new lanes."