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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 2, 2019 12:54:16 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 801: Parley  Team Leaders: Drakon and Zhen Participants: Jibriel, Isleen, Samael, Miles, Jaina, Hurricane, Hecate Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- Be sure to add your post count to each post for easy tallying of rewards!- You must post a minimum of 3 times and complete your plot to get full rewards. - Additional posts past the initial 3 will gain 1 AP per post!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'D
Prompt: Serora: You have recently learned that the Rogues have seceded from the Talori Empire, and now act independently. They have also thwarted your efforts to sail into Aquore to continue your trade with the Talori. In need of lumber and other goods from Aquore, Serora invites the Rogues to a negotiation, hoping to find a solution to the problem. You are surprised to find that the Rogues are accompanied by the Flight - can you get over your reservations for the greater good? Rogues and Flight: Your newfound, unified alliance has made you more powerful than ever. The Rogues have long acted as the face of Talori to the outside world, but now it is time to turn those old trade agreements into a personal benefit for your alliance. No longer a middleman, the Rogues and Flight seek legitimacy and fortune in trade agreements, and now their attention has turned to Serora. If this agreement robs the mainland of another ally, all the better. Date: September 29th Time of Day: Mid-morning Weather: Clear and pleasant with a cool northern wind. Location: The Port of Cajon, eastern Sedo Your leaders are posted!
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 4, 2019 21:12:44 GMT -6
ZHEN
Not once in all his study and fascination of the lore of the Isles of the Dead and the rogues that once ruled it did Zhen believe that he would be assisting one of those very rogues in changing the future of the Isles. But here he was, on foreign soil, with Rogues, and the Flight at his sides, and the goal of changing history for King Morien. For the Isles. It nearly took his breath away. Still, he had to rein in his emotions, smother down his pride and joy. He was not here to declare only their allegiance to King Morien. He and the others with him were on a mission.
While the Rogues were strong, even stronger still now that they had Morien at their head, they could not contest the mainland alone... Not while Talori still had true allies... This was their aim. To seek out these allies of Talori, and try to take some of their attention and kinship away from the mainland herd... There were many things they could ask the Serorians for, but the question was, what was the most important thing they could try to take from Talori?
Breathing in the foreign air now that they were off of the Bloody Siren, Zhen knew what he thought was most important. The removal of Talori's 'middle-men', by claiming, and proving, the Rogues were of their own standing now. They would do trade and sale not for the mainland, but for the Isles. Anything else, military support, turning Serora against Talori, that would be bonuses, if it was to be achieved. But asking them to blatantly turn their backs against Talori, it would only paint targets on their ships. They could not afford this.
"I do suggest we start small with our negotiations, to lessen the chance of hostility." He murmured quietly. He was not a captain. He did not have the presence and authority that Samael may have here. But he could whisper in his ear, offer his opinions and knowledge, try his best to influence the discussions... "Start with offering trade goods and routes, and explaining that we no longer work for the mainland. I see no reason for Serora to react to such things with hostility or turning us away." He nodded. "Then perhaps proceed to ask for other boons and additions if the mood seems pleasant."
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 4, 2019 21:14:12 GMT -6
DRAKON
Coming to the port always brought up memories- some good, and some bad. Today, Drakon hoped the memories would be good. He stamped his feet almost restlessly, waiting for the arrival of the Rogues. It felt odd for him to be dealing with the Rogues of Talori, and not Talori itself, but when they needed materials, did it really matter where it might come from? Especially after the deal that was struck with Aodh. The thought of that still made him wince, and he hoped to avoid it. It was hard for him to tell what the rogues might be like. Talorian's in general were okay, but these horses were separate. They had their own codes and ethics; some of which might not be all that good. But he had to remain hopeful. They would have to all make do with the Rogues if they could no longer gain access to Aquore.
It had come as a surprise to hear that the Flight might have a presence among the Rogue party as well.. He had felt his breath catch in his throat as images flashed before his mind of a dragon-winged pegasus- a part of him hoped that he would be present, but another part hoped not. The Flight being there shook him more than he cared to admit, but he had to not think on that. He was here for a purpose, along with his new Sultan and a windracer.
Drakon looked to Jibriel, a question on his tongue, but he did not speak yet. Most importantly, he was here to guard the Sultan against any danger; but he dearly hoped the danger did not stand before them.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jul 5, 2019 22:22:33 GMT -6
Hecate Port Commander | Vagabond
"Bitter are the wars between brothers."
  
Hecate had always preferred to be an observer, a fly on the wall so to say. Never someone who acts out on their first impulse, unlike her many siblings. In truth, she has been patiently lying in wait ever since stepping aboard the ship--not dropping her "business mode" act even after stepping onto the port--keeping her words down to a bare minimum, saying what is needed when needed and keeping her cards hidden carefully in her hand.
Even after breathing in a deep, healthy breath of air, her lungs adjusting to the rather strange taste, Hecate still remains as she always has. Perhaps a little too void of emotion and a little too cool and collected, she supposes--especially with the heat beating down on her like it is.
Cascade help her. Alya help her.
Here's another thing, when she had first taken on the position as Port Commander, she really hadn't envisioned things like this happening. But in hindsight it did make sense, she supposes. But then again, traveling to Sedo as a plus one to a merry band of Rouge hadn't been what she imagined she'd be doing with her life.
For a brief moment, her gaze flickers over towards her Rouge companions. While in most situations she might feel calm and relaxed in their presence, cutting up and laughing, this was not the time to let herself appear a little too carefree.
She would prefer to keep up her rather stoic attitude, thank you very much.
For now, Hecate takes what little time she has to study everyone, her gaze shifting from one to another, locking each face into her memory vault for a later date.
For reasons.
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Post by leaftail on Jul 6, 2019 16:23:16 GMT -6
Miles | Pirate
As the ship came into the port, Miles finished up the menial work he had been tasked with, tightening a strap that had been tossed up from a port worker to keep the Bloody Siren still. From the recent tasks they had been given from the Flight, it seemed to be a no brainer for their crew to be the ones to take them to Serora to make more trade deals to lessen the mainland’s hold and influence. The only Rogue that wasn’t a crew member was Zhen, but he wasn’t foreign to them and was probably more trusted than any other pirate in the Isles. The Flight members that had accompanied them were new to him, both pegasi and apparently one was the new port commander of the base they had found not so long ago. Tugging at the rope one last time to make sure it was secure, Miles was ready to follow everyone down onto the docks below. As his hooves clacked onto the wood of the dock, he stayed to the back of the group, eyeing the ocean water. How far were they going to go inland? This was a desert country and water wasn’t as plentiful as it was back home. He wanted to make sure he had reach of a water source just in case things went sour and he needed to help his captain make a break for it. Samael was great at making an escape, but just in case Miles wanted to add to his captain’s chances. A voice pulled his gaze to the front of the group as Zhen seemed to be talking to Samael. He wasn’t sure how much of an influence the other pirate might have on the captain, but Sam had in the past listened to different opinions before making important decisions. Nothing to worry about, right? Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Miles looked to Hecate as she gazed at him for a second before passing to another. He rose a brow, before shrugging to himself. She was probably as wary as he was with her. Something they could get past with this meeting. Well, as soon as they figured out who they were meeting with.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 8, 2019 17:15:38 GMT -6
JIBRIEL
It had been long since he last saw the ocean.
Jibriel had never traveled to the Talori, nor had he ever been tasked with work at the ports when he worked his previous positions. He remembered the ocean as it had been in the north; cold and oft filling with harsh rolling waves, beaches rock and lichen and trees grown twisted, rather than the soft sands and grasslands of Sedo.
The memory of the north made him feel like an imposter, standing here between his two companions. He wished dearly that there had been more of the Serora government to call on, but the nation had been drifting with their leadership away from the people far too long. He could not empty Osulas of remnants of the council, no matter how much he desired to do so.
Besides, Isleen and Drakon being here was his gateway to how he wanted to do things; they were not here solely for his safety.
Looking at the two of them, and the docking Rogue ship, Jibriel even felt like it was more likely he would protect them, rather than the other way around.
He had to talk himself out of wearing his armor this morning.
He met Drakon’s eyes, and smiled, projecting a confidence he wasn’t sure he truly felt.
“It will be fine, Drakon”, he said, nodding his head slightly: “I doubt they’d have sailed here on just one ship if their intentions were not truly those of negotiation.”
Jibriel had to admit that he was curious as to the intentions of these factions; much must have changed since the Flight escaped from Serora – but considering their blockade on Talori, maybe things had not yet changed enough.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 8, 2019 20:29:48 GMT -6
Hurricane | Flight Striker  The sea. He both loved and loathed it, and today he was leaning towards the latter. He would have rather flown rather than sway upon a ship. It made him uneasy. So much was at stake, and even though he and the Flight trusted the Rogues, he was rightfully uneasy about the Serorans. They harbored renegade members and cowards, betrayers, even, but at the heart of it all, he truly believed that they should be allied with the Flight rather than the herd that destroyed Alya’s own for a thousand years. He hoped his diminutive stature and old appearance made him appear more trustworthy. Or perhaps that was naive thinking. He had killed many over the years, and word travels, so who knew what the Serorans knew about. This entire meeting would need to be done delicately, even more delicately than his sister, Yaffa, bandaging the mortally wounded. He would need to trust the Rogues were as persuasive as they were cunning, and of course, trust himself to keep his anger towards the Talori unknown. They couldn’t know the truth of it all, and although it pained him to be dishonest, he hoped that in the end, the Serorans would see that all of this was done for the greater good, and Pegasi all across Hireath would someday perhaps forget the horrors that rested within the Talori. The group had slowly gone down the gangplank onto the docks below, and Hurricane stayed close to Hecate. The stallion twisted a small ear towards the unicorn Zhen as he spoke to Samael, slowly bobbing his head as he silently agreed with the dark stallions comments. Keeping tensions to a minimum was an absolute must. Delicately, delicately. Cyan eyes shifted towards Hecate, the Port commander for the Flight. He wasn’t sure if she looked stressed, or if he was simply projecting his emotions upon her and she was just cool and collected. He didn’t actually know her, he just knew of her. And almost as if she seemed to notice he was watching her, he simply gave her a dip of the head and turned to look inland. Kaia...keep me grounded today. For the greater good.He took in a deep breath. Three Serorans stood before them. He had to ensure this worked. For the Flight. For all Pegasi. 386 WordsPost #1 |
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 9, 2019 11:09:25 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
"I do suggest we start small with our negotiations, to lessen the chance of hostility. Start with offering trade goods and routes, and explaining that we no longer work for the mainland. I see no reason for Serora to react to such things with hostility or turning us away. Then perhaps proceed to ask for other boons and additions if the mood seems pleasant."
Samael stared at Zhen as he spoke, nodding as he only half listened to the strange stallion as he brought the ship into the port. It had been quite some time since he'd seen Seroran shores, but not long enough for him to fade from all memory. A small part of him couldn't help but be at least mildly concerned and more than a bit amused by the knowledge that he or his ship might be recognized and throw the entire negotiation off. Still, it was just business, and whether the Serorans approved of his past actions or not, it was the future they were gathering to discuss. He reached for his flask, only to remember as his teke grasped the empty container that he was out of anything stronger than water - at least for the time being. Miles had cut him off from his supply hours ago, arguing emphatically that he'd be better off sober. While Sam had put up a good fight, he had to admit the younger pirate had a point. Sighing heavily, he released the flask, gripping the ship's wheel even tighter than before. As the Siren pulled around to dock, the captain caught a glimpse of the Serorans standing on the shore. He was relieved by the realization that he didn't recognize any of them. With some luck and Alya's blessing, maybe, just maybe none of them recognized him either. As the anchor dropped into the sea below, Sam turned his attention to those on board his ship. "All ashore who's going ashore!" He hollered, stepping down to the gangplank. "Better find your land legs quick. Don't wanna give the impression we're a bunch of drunken sailors, now do we?" He rolled rolled his eyes dramatically at Miles as he spoke. Turning to the Flight's Port Commander as they came to a halt before the Seroran entourage, he nodded slightly. "Shall we?"
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Post by Rhaenera on Jul 10, 2019 2:05:20 GMT -6
 Isleen;Serora Windracer
One day you'll leave this world behind, So live a life you will remember.With the war over Isleen felt like she could finally breathe again. Osulas had been destroyed but they could rebuild and Alya had gifted them with a way to meet their friends and family in the Oasis. A wonderful new place to build a new home for generations to come, safe and full of life. She never found her brother but she never quit looking either, choosing to ignore the worse things that came to mind. Everyone was missing someone these days. Even a fellow Windracer, Farsight, had been lost to the Northen Invaders.
In the end, they ended up forced to accept a very onesided deal with Aodh they really couldn't afford, but the Sands were Free again, their people lived without the fear of being killed (or worse) by unjust hooves.
Baram had left the life of Sultan behind. Isleen didn't blame him really, but now she had a new Sultan to prove her worth and dedication to the future. Perhaps Baram had passed on the knowledge of her efforts because Isleen found herself one of the two invited to accompany him to the port for negotiations. Negotiations with the Talori Rouges accompanied by The Flight no less.
It was hard not to fidget on her hooves when she could hear time passing. Waiting for the Boat to appear on the Horizon, and then waiting for it to get close enough to Dock. The anticipation was agonizing. This was another chance to prove she was capable of being a Peacekeeper, just as she had done with Breim. Breim didn't come with potential terrorists, but then again, The Flight had no quarrel with Serora and the wings they shared. They fought for Alya's children, albeit violently, Serora was not the ones throwing them into the sea.
It could have been the war, the Bandits, the loss of her brother, or everything combined, but Isleen wasn't Nervous. She was eager.
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Post by galekxy on Jul 10, 2019 18:48:34 GMT -6
D R A K O N
❅Serora | Warder❅ He snorted at the Sultan's words. Any horse could pose a danger, whether they were on one ship or twenty. "There is no saying what a rogue might do. They stand alone for a reason- they do not follow the rules that we abide by." Drakon silently prayed that Jibriel would not put himself in any unnecessary danger, and that he might remember he was not the Sultan and could not just throw himself around.
The pegasus held in a sigh, and took in the ship that sat waiting to unload. In another life he had been used to waiting for ships, but now it was strange. But Drakon was glad for the opportunity to be here. He had hoped to have more of an impact on the actions of his herd. Maybe this would even guide him into something new. But first they needed to make some successful negotiations. The first horse he noticed was- well a horse. He was normal enough looking, which left Drakon a little ashamed that he had expected something worse. Maybe this would all go okay. He hoped the Rogue's and Flight members were receptive to what they might offer, and didn't ask too much in return. "Well, let's give it our best shot. I have a feeling we might just get what we're looking for. I'm eager to get this underway." Spreading his wings open a bit, he continued to watch those coming off the ship with interest. The initial meeting would be everything. It could set the mood for the rest of the negotiations, either setting them up for disaster or success.
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Post by savorda on Jul 11, 2019 0:10:01 GMT -6
| J A I N A N O T Y E T C O R P S E S S T I L L , W E R O T |
Jaina always watched the weather carefully, more so than what was already required of her. It comes as effortlessly as breathing. “Storms herald the coming of troubled times.” her mother would tell her. While it never helped her overcome her fear of thunderstorms as a child, it did pass on her parents’ superstitions. It did bring her a little comfort on some of her worst days and made her lose sleep on others. The trip to Sedo definitely fell into the latter. Jaina knew just how important this meeting was. She didn’t want anything ruining it. Luckily for her, the weather was near perfect. It calmed her nerves more than any drink could, but it couldn’t shake the flood of memories that bombarded her as the Siren docked. Thunderstorms and puffy eyes. Jaina took a steadying breath just before stepping off the Siren.
They must have been a curious group, the lot of them. That’s always the case with Rogues, but with the Flight in tow now, Jaina wouldn’t blame any sort of skepticism from the Serorans. But oh how they needed their cooperation.
Jaina glanced at Zhen as he spoke. He was perhaps the most curious of them all. He was right though. There was no need to spook the Serorans. Jaina stayed a few steps behind everyone else. She was never the greatest at negotiations. She much preferred the physical labor on deck and even a good fight everyone in awhile. She’ll just stand back and look intimidating. It’s what she’s best at.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 11, 2019 4:05:14 GMT -6
JIBRIEL
”I’m not a delicate flower, Drakon”, Jibriel said in a slightly amused but friendly tone: “But you are right. They are unpredictable at best.”
He looked at the rogues and Flight as they got off their vessel, noting who was coming ashore. Six individuals, it looked like. If he had to wager the wildest guess, he’d say that the ones with wings were with the Flight, and the rest were with the Rogues. Could be he was generalizing a bit too much, but he wasn’t sure how much it would matter.
They would soon see how united this front of uprising factions would truly be.
“I am too. I’m eager to hear the counsel of the both of you”, he told his two companions in a more quiet, private voice. He appreciated them being here, and he knew that they would provide a crucial, if limited, voice for the people of Sedo.
He took one last long, deep breath before letting his gaze sweep over the new arrivals, allowing his eyes to meet each of theirs in turn.
Jibriel stood tall and calm, his large wings slightly unfurled.
“Welcome to Serora, travelers”, he greeted them in a voice that carried over the small crowd.
He looked at the greyish, spotted equine who was the first to speak, and had the general air to him of being in charge of at least some part of this operation.
“We shall. There is much to discuss. Please, come this way”, Jibriel nodded to the side, where a small canopy had been erected to shield them from the sun.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jul 11, 2019 6:32:59 GMT -6
Hecate Port Commander | Vagabond
"Bitter are the wars between brothers."
Hecate gives a small nod, still remaining fairly quite for the most part. Their wings shift against their sides, adjusting to the space proved for them. "Of course." Is the only reply she gives to the Captain, still keeping everything relatively short and sweet as they process and plan for how this might go for them in the end.
Her gaze flickers back over to Hurricane, the Striker that had tagged along with her. Giving them their own grateful nod, they are more than thankful for having one of her own among the crew of rogues; it made her feel more comfortable in the long run.
Hecate lets her gaze sweep over the Serorans, a cautious glint flickering behind her eyes. What an odd bunch? Or were they only odd to her cause this was all so strange and unfamiliar? Sedo seemed like an odd place, but maybe she was only saying that cause they had never stepped hood here.
They had been back at the Aerie, patching others up, when a few of her kind had been stuck here. Perhaps it was odd for that sole reason alone.
She gives the Seroran who speaks directly to them a small dip of her head. He seemed to be in charge of things, or at least was the main acting force on the Seroran side. "Thank you." It's quite, and perhaps still sounding a bit too calculated for all things given.
The Port Commander keeps her position next to Samael for a few beats, every cautious bone in their body screaming at them to remain cautious. But the prospect of getting out of the sun sounded pretty good to her at the moment.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 11, 2019 9:58:58 GMT -6
Hurricane | Flight Striker Well, it was time.
Serora was strange but beautiful in its own right. It’s amber hues clashed against the sapphire sea behind him, and he found himself relaxing. They weren’t talking to the Talori. There was no talking to them. But the Serorans...it was better to appear relaxed and open rather than stiff and insecure. If needed he could snap to attention and defend himself, but he honestly didn’t think they would come to blows. The possibility was there of course, but he did not want to believe something like that would happen with the people of the sand.
Hurricane turned to look towards the three Serorans, aware they outnumbered them two to one. If it came down to it, they had strength in numbers, but the Serorans had the advantage over the land. Wings or not, Hurricane was unfamiliar with Sedo, and one wrong move could be his ruin. He didn’t want to think about that. Turning to look to the Seroran, Jibriel, who welcomed them and inviting them to a canopy nearby, Hurricane offered a respectful dip of the head before following along with the others.
So far, so good. He kept his wings gently tucked to his sides, tight enough to keep them out of the way, loose enough to show his relaxation. Yes, the sun here beat down like no other place he was aware of, so he was glad to get under the cover of the canopy.
“Thank you for meeting with us.” He finally said, looking to each Seroran with his bright cyan eyes.
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Post by leaftail on Jul 11, 2019 11:02:31 GMT -6
Miles | Pirate
Samael gave them a quick speech, rolling his eyes towards Miles who in turn rolled his own back. Sam must’ve still been holding a small grudge over the idea he had to be sober for this meeting, something Miles suggested before they left. With what he knew of his captain, Miles recelled that he had done business in Serora in the past, and there could be desert dwellers who might not be too keen on the captain. If Samael was drunk and caused a scene, well...old enemies might take notice and this whole meeting would be for naught. Or the captain would just embarrass them all by negotiating with a whole country and having it go bad due to being hindered by alcohol. It was just his duty as a loyal crew member to look out for his captain, whether the captain thought it was a good idea or not. Miles was sure Samael would thank him later when they reaped the rewards of a good trade deal. The group came to a stop in front of three Serorans, and the stare off continued. The first thing that came to mind was how tall the desert horses were. Miles literally had to stare up at one of them, a feeling of insecurity washing over him. The wingspan on that pegasus must’ve been long, something to see if he ever took flight. The large pegasus greeted them first, and Miles dipped his head more out of muscle memory than an actual greeting. With that size, Miles could only assumed he was a...what did they call them, a fury? Or was it a skirmisher? Seroran ranks were lost on him. The pegasus motioned for them to follow him to a canopy not too far off and Miles stayed to the back of the group. At least they were still close to the ocean; he could breathe a little easier now. When they reached the canopy, Miles took a standing spot behind where Samael would be, leaving some room for Jaina, their fellow Bloody Siren mate, and his back towards the softly crashing waves of the ocean. He looked to her, giving her a small smile. “ Let’s make sure our captain doesn’t make a fool out of while sober, okay?” he said, grinning mischievously at the back of Samael’s head.
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Post by galekxy on Jul 13, 2019 21:44:26 GMT -6
D R A K O N
❅Serora | Warder❅ He simply shook his head at Jibriel's comment. Drakon hoped the Sultan knew that he was now more important than ever. The pegasus wasn't sure how the herd would cope if yet another Sultan was lost to them. They needed some steadiness in this time of repair, and Jibriel could give them that.
He was unsure on how to take Jibriel's comment about counsel. Drakon was pleased to be here, and he hoped Jibriel knew how grateful he felt to be included in this- even if he might just be a Warder. The new Sultan seemed to care however, and the golden pegasus appreciated it. He hoped it meant that he was heading in the right direction.
Then finally, the Rogues and the Flight approached. Drakon stood a little taller, shifting just an inch closer to Jibriel. No matter what counsel he might provide today, he would also defend Jibriel with his life. Drakon let his Sultan lead the way to a canopy, thankful to be out of the sun that was ever relentless.
"Welcome to our shores. I am Drakon, a Warder of Serora." He spoke his rank and let his eyes travel around those who had just docked. They might not know the ranks of Serora too well, but he hoped they knew that he wouldn't mess around if anything came to happen. He did not want to threaten them, but simply make it known that they would not be intimidated in turn. "I hope your travels were uneventful? I know we have a lot to go over, so forgive us for not offering you rest first. I think both our parties are eager to get started, however."
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Post by Rhaenera on Jul 14, 2019 2:33:08 GMT -6
Isleen;Serora Windracer
One day you'll leave this world behind, So live a life you will remember. The discussion between Jiberal and Drakon was a good distraction waiting for the residents of the ship to empty and begin negotiations. Although, talking about the possibility of an attack wasn't exactly what she wanted to think about. It took her back to the Bandits that had attacked their small group and stolen everything they had, how much it frightened her and how she stood there barely useful to stop them. Had she taken the windboard maybe she could have done something more, maybe it would have ended differently.
A breeze filtered from the sea and through her tatted mane when they finally started to file onto the docks. It was less full of sand since the loss of her windboard, she'd received another for her job but it wasn't as easy to do tricks with, and wasn't as fun to ride on the sands for hours with. Besides, She was so busy now she barely had time to herself anyway.
"Can't wait to bring the good news home." Rang out her usual cheery tone, her remark the only indication she'd been truly listening to them. Perhaps she was a little two friendly and forgiving, but she had learned over time the world wasn't as caring as her home. Either way, Alya had watched over them thus far, she wouldn't let anything to happen that wasn't supposed to.
When the visitors finally had arrived Isleen struggled with what greeting would be appropriate. From what she knew the Rogues didn't have that much of an established culture, she knew less about the flight other than who they were and what they'd done. "Wind beneath your wings." She settled for what felt most natural, it didn't seem a Seroran greeting on Seroran soil would particularly offend this bunch. She did her best to sound collected and formal when she said it, smiling in just as warm a welcome the greeting portrayed. "Isleen, a Windracer of Serora."
Despite being used to Serora's heat Isleen was just as ready as the rest of them to begin Discussions under the shade of the canopy.
For the moment, however, she'd let Drakon and Jibriel take the lead. She was still a little new on how to start negotiations like this, and she'd yet to learn what exactly their Sultan wanted to gain from these horses other than a way back into Aquore. "Thank you for coming."
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 14, 2019 22:36:41 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
“Welcome to Serora, travelers.”Sam stared up at the towering equine who greeted them, nodding slightly as the stallion requested the small crew follow him to a small tent that seemed to provide quite a bit of shade. Glancing at Hecate briefly, he took note of her stiff demeanor, wondering if the rigidity was out of formality or concern. Either way, it didn't matter much to the captain as he made his way under the canopy. Listening as the others exchanged pleasantries, Samael took a moment to take in his surroundings and study each of the strangers as they appeared. Thankfully, he recognized none of them from his shadier dealings with the herd, and felt a small wave of relief wash over him. At least his history with Sedo didn't appear as if it would complicate things. "Captain Samael of The Bloody Siren," The appaloosa said as the introductions continued before turning to indicate towards his companions. "and my my crew mates, Miles and Jaina, at your service." He said with a flourish and a cheeky bow. "The trip here was relatively uneventful, and all things considered, I would venture a guess that many of us are incredibly well rested and are just as ready to get things underway." Sam nodded, flashing a grin at Hecate.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 15, 2019 18:14:37 GMT -6
// Z H E N \\
"Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom."
Zhen wasn't sure, but he felt like the captain was only partially listening to him... Hm... Easily leaving the ship, keeping his head high, he sighed lightly, hearing Samael speak. So, the captain was apparently acting like a bit of a child throwing a tantrum because he was denied drink a few hours back... Fine. He wanted Samael to be the one to speak, as he held more power due to his position, but if needed he would step in...
Politely dipping his head upon greeting and reaching the sultan and the Serorians, he followed them all to the tent, watching, listening, waiting. Ears flicking, he caught wind of Miles' words, his nose crinkling slightly in distaste. He knew that wasn't directed towards him, yet he already told himself that he would step in if needed. He was not letting this opportunity slip past them...
Tilting his gaze upwards to carefully look over the Serorians facing them, he again listened, taking in the information like a sponge takes on water. He dipped his head once it was his turn to introduce himself. "Zhen, crew member of The Sylkie, commanded by Admiral Ursilla," He added after Samael spoke.
Taking a small step forward, he cleared his throat, "It is a pleasure, and honor, to meet all of you, and for you to give us your time and consideration, regardless of what comes out of this meeting," He again dipped his head in a small show of respect towards the Sultan.
"We have arrived here at the request and under the flag of the Rogue Alliance," He started, pausing for a brief moment, "We come to you as individuals, looking to create trade lines and obtain goods, and provide goods, for our people, for the Isles of the Dead, and for your people." Zhen introduced their goals gently, softly, not yet fully proclaiming they were separate from the mainland, but hinting at it, offering leads to indicate they were working on their own terms now.
Blatantly saying they were now in direct opposition to the mainland would be far too abrupt, far too aggressive and direct... He left his statement hanging, allowing any other rogues to add in, hoping that they would pick up on the tone of his introduction, and understand how delicately he wanted to handle this.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jul 15, 2019 19:03:01 GMT -6
Hecate Port Commander | Vagabond
"Bitter are the wars between brothers."
"Our travel here was fine. Uneventful, as the Captain has said. Thank you again for taking the time to speak to us." Hecate speaks a bit clearer this time, straightening up her posture just a little. "Oh, do forgive me--forgot to introduce myself.
"Hecate; Port Commander for the Flight." They find themselves subconsciously dipping their head again, not as far down this time, but still enough so that she hopes it comes off as a sign of respectful. "I, and one of our Strikers--" she opts to leave his name out of it for now, giving Hurricane the option to keep his name unknown for as long as he like "--are here on behalf of the Flight."
Perhaps this much was already common information, but maybe it would be best to go ahead and clearly stare exactly who they were. Might be more beneficial to them that way; no deceit on her part at least. As they study the Serorans, they can't help but wonder how many deserters from the flock have found themselves here, Perhaps her face was known among those who had abandoned war for the "peace" of the desert. But those who knew her would have known her as a Sentinel, not as Commander.
Besides, she didn't recognize any of these faces as any of her brothers and sisters in arms.
Her gaze briefly flickers over to the rogue, Zhen as he called himself. She finds herself nodding along with his words. She couldn't have said it any short or any sweeter even if she tried.
"We simply seek trade." She puts more focus on that side of things, hoping to get it through that they were here for nothing else. At least she wasn't. The Port Commander was only looking out for the Flight and their new rogue allies' best interests. "A direct line between our people and yours. It would be beneficial to all of us in the end."
She could agree with a gentle approach. That would be the best way to go about all of this, in her opinion at least.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 19, 2019 13:35:09 GMT -6
JIBRIEL
They arrived under the canopy, and introductions were exchanged. Jibriel took his spot between his two companions.
“My companions have already introduced themselves. I am Jibriel, the elected Sultan”, he introduced himself. Very freshly elected, mind you, but here he was.
There was no beating around the bush here – straight to business. He liked that, and could appreciate it even in delicate matters such as these. Jibriel had spent plenty of time with the Council in various meetings, but he had never quite gotten a hang of the etiquette. In that sense, dealing with Rogues and Flight was perhaps the ideal “practice meeting” when it came to global politics. They were hardly used to grand halls and finely chosen, delicate words either.
“So we have heard”, Jibriel responded: “Our ships were turned away from Aquore by yours. Quite a statement, that.”
He looked at the assortment of Flight and Rogues with appraising eyes. They did not seem hostile; they seemed sincere in their intentions. He wondered what they were after, besides trade. He’d never heard of anyone doing a blockade just to trade. There had to be something else.
“But we do have an interest in Aquorian goods, as you must well know to have come here”, he then said, careful not to give an indication of how very badly they needed it, especially the lumber. Osulas might have been caves in a hillside, but now Osulas was no more, and wood was needed – for houses, for new ships, for day to day items.
“I assume you can offer all that the Talori did?”, Jibriel asked, mostly to confirm that if they proceeded with dealings, they would not be receiving a smaller selection of goods than they were used to.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 19, 2019 14:47:12 GMT -6
Hurricane | Flight Striker Hurricanes ears flicked about, catching small bits of hushed conversation as they made their way to the shade. He almost huffed amusedly at something Miles had uttered to his companion, something about being sober in a impish voice. Depending on how this would go, the stallion mused about the idea of indulging in some spirits afterward.
Drakon, the gold-winged pegasus, was the first to speak when the group had finally gotten out from the heat of the sun. He announced that he was a Warder, which Hurricane assumed was likely a type of warrior, and something he would respect quite a bit. It was the pale female who spoke next, uttering a traditional Seroran greeting and announcing her name and rank; Isleen the Windracer. Hurricane wasn’t entirely sure what a Windracer was, so he settled on a courier of sorts, which demanded it’s own sort of respect.
Following Isleen, Samael spoke up next, introducing not only himself but also his crewmates. Hurricane found himself nodding along. He had slept rather well, hearing the sounds of the sea, and he was certainly ready to get this going.
Zhen introduced himself, and Hurricane wondered about the ship he sailed upon, and his own Admiral. But his thoughts were interrupted, and again he nodded in agreement to what was being said; regardless of what happened, it should be a pleasure.
Hecate caught his attention next, cyan eyes shifting over to the dark-winged Port Commander as she spoke. She introduced herself, and then directed their attention to *him*, but left his name out of it. He debated if he really should speak his name. He was aware that they might know his rank and what it entailed, but was giving his name away to them a good idea? Granted, it would likely be a show of trust, thrusting his name out there. The decision was made.
The Sultan, Jibriel, whom Hurricane concluded must be their leader, was the last to speak. He avoided glancing towards the Rogues, his eyes focused and thoughtful on the words the pegasus spoke. And when he finished, Hurricane spoke up.
“I am Hurricane and, as my companion already stated, I am a Striker for the Flight.” He bowed his head slightly, head feathers swaying. He didn’t have much more to add other than that; he knew they were capable of gathering additional supplies from Breim, but he wasn’t sure if that was necessary just yet.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 23, 2019 22:27:11 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
"What can I say, both the rogues and flight have always been pretty good at making statements." Samael replied to the sultan with a cheeky grin before continuing. "We can offer much of what the Talori did, as well as some resources of our own. Rogues have contacts across the whole of Hireath, giving us access to all kinds of trade." Samael said with an air of confidence, looking between his crew, members of the flight who had joined them, and the Serorans they had traveled so far to meet. Everyone seemed to be filled with a sense of excitement and hesitation. All parties wanting the best for their own. For Samael, the prospect of new trade routes and agreements, when so much had been on the rocks lately. "Additionally, from what I have seen, between us rogues and the flight, we have access to Aquorian resources that even the Talori may not have had, due to their location." Samael continued, nodding knowingly to the Flight's port commander, leaving the floor open for any additions she may want to include as well. "And of course, who doesn't want more allies?" He added with a grin, throwing any sense of caution he may have started with to the wind.
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Post by galekxy on Jul 25, 2019 15:55:10 GMT -6
D R A K O N
❅Serora | Warder❅ Drakon nodded at each of those who introduced themselves. They all seemed pleasant enough, which allowed him to relax a bit. They didn't seem tense or prepared for any sort of strike, but Drakon still felt he had to keep a close eye on them. Any sort of movement from them in the direction of the Sultan and he would be prepared to stop them.
The black unicorn seemed to stress that the Rogue alliance were separate from Talori. He thought that that would have been obvious, since the Rogue's had blocked off trade from Talori. It wasn't really what he would have preferred- working with the Rogues versus Talori directly, but they didn't have much choice now. They at least had to attempt to work this out. Thankfully the Rogues seemed willing enough.
Looking to Samael, Drakon titled his head. "You say you can offer much of what Talori did. Is there anything that we can expect that you can't get a hold of?" The pegasus didn't want to offend them by asking this, but he felt more comfortable knowing exactly what they were agreeing to. If they couldn't get what they desperately needed- like lumber- then the warder wasn't sure how valuable a trade deal would be.
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Post by Rhaenera on Jul 25, 2019 16:19:06 GMT -6
Isleen;Serora Windracer
One day you'll leave this world behind, So live a life you will remember. Isleen listened. According to the Rogues they could exceed what Talori had to offer. Drakon questioned what they couldn't. Serora needed as much trade as possible to keep up with Aodh's demands and if they turned their ships away at the first, refusing their offers would deprive them of goods from Aquore in all. A statement indeed.
"And aid?" Isleen questioned, looking to the members of the Rogues, and then the Flight. "The Talori offered support in our time of need. Should Aodh.. or another one of your allies be at war with us, could you do the same?" Multiple allies and trade were good, but she learned they were tricky in war. Aodh had their demands, they could decide at any moment Serora was not meeting them and they had little power to stop it. Which ally would the Rogues consider more valuable then?
Serora also had people in Aquore, accepting this alliance with the Flight involved could violate the Allianced between them. With ties severed, what would become of the Serorians there? Faris that was married to their Empress? Isleen decided that wasn't an issue to bring up just yet, not until it was clear where the possibility of this new alliance stood.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 25, 2019 19:03:51 GMT -6
JIBRIEL
Contacts across the whole of Hireath. He wished Serora could say the same – he hoped that one day, they could. Serora was a nation of peace and friendship at its core, and he wanted to nurture that image, build upon it. He had no desire to enter wars with the other herds, for Serora was, and had perhaps always been, small. Their country was large, but their population was unimpressive at best. On their own sands they were strong, but Serora could hardly hope to match any of the other nations in open warfare.
Not right now, especially.
“What are these resources?” Jibriel asked simply, and then added: “I will not lie. Our wants are simple. We want lumber, potions, perhaps foodstuffs. Things Aquore has in plenty, and that have greatly benefitted us.”
He looked at the Rogues and Flight, the strange alliance that had come together to act as one.
“The blockade you have formed has kept us from communicating with our Talori allies. This is an act one might see as… Hostile, even if no fighting occurred”, he went on, and looked at Isleen. Her concerns were legitimate, even if he hoped such a question would never need answering.
“And while I hope that no war will come to pass in our lands again, Isleen raises a legitimate concern. Would our friendship survive a conflict?” Jibriel asked, his eyes searching. In all honesty he was not confident the Talori would have come to their aid either if something were to happen again – their location had always offered them the chance to be impartial. It had done so since the God’s War, or so the stories said.
Had the Serorans not been physically present to force their hand, would the Talori have kept their end of the bargain? They had already hid so much of who they were, Jibriel couldn’t say he trusted them, even after the marriage agreement.
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Post by leaftail on Jul 28, 2019 9:12:47 GMT -6
Miles | Pirate
It didn’t take long for the negotiations to start after everyone filed under the canopy of the tent. As everyone introduced themselves, Miles looked to each individual as a way to just put a face to a name. The ranks were all but lost onto him until the giant pegasus introduced himself as the Sultan. So instead of being a warrior, he was the one in charge. Having such an imposing figurehead would do the sand community well in the coming months, since word on the wind was their enemies really did a number on them during this past altercation. With all the fighting recently, Miles was surprised he had yet to encounter a real battle of sorts. The rogues just seemed to be really good at avoiding major conflict...at least, until all these happenings with the Flight. He might just get tossed into something one day. So far the conversation was pretty tame. The wants and needs were laid out by the Serorans as well was the question if the rogues and the Flight could even provide them with such goods. Drakon, the golden pegasus, brought up a question if there were things they couldn’t get a hold of and Miles let out a soft snort in amusement. Give a thirsty rogue any task and they could get anything if the payment was right. Isleen brought up giving support during times of need and the same answer ran through Miles’ mind. They basically went where the pay was better, it was their way of life. But, best not to say anything like that now, he didn’t want to ruin this for his captain. “ The world is your oyster,” Miles said, giving Drakon a cheeky grin. “ Whatever you need, we’ll find a way to get it for you. We just represent a portion of the fleets out at sea, there is no limit to where we can go. Each fleet has their specialties as well, their own ways of going to ports where you might not be able to. You want lumbar all the way from Onea? You can bet there are captains who have suppliers there.” Miles straightened up in posture as the Sultan was the next to speak to them, echoing the concern for allies in troubled times. He would not comment on that as it wasn’t for him to decide, but his eyes wandered to Samael and Zhen, then to Hurricane and Hecate in reaction. They needed to convince the Sultan and drown his worries.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 28, 2019 10:26:49 GMT -6
// Z H E N \\
"Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom."
The question from the windracer made his ears prick, tilting his head back ever so lightly. He knew that his captain was currently in Aodh, in Valore, for negotiations, along with most of the Flight higher ups. If they were successful, they would be caught in a tricky spot if Aodh wished to bring war to Serora. They were yet small, nothing compared to Aodh. Perhaps, they could take on Serora, but Serora was allied with Talori at the moment, and the last thing they needed was to make Serora their enemy...
Aodh... Perhaps they could manage, if they gained friends in Serora, if they managed to gain their freedom, then they could willingly turn on Aodh if needed... Zhen thought quickly, listening, and processing, trying to come up with the right words to say while others spoke.
Finally, Zhen closed his eyes, taking a small breath before opening them and speaking, "Captain Samael, and his crew speak the truth. If you have needs or wants for supplies not from the Isles, we have contacts via our trade routes and captains, and the means to gain supplies from Onea to Eithne, even supplies and goods from the Umare of Breim." He said first, "As for the supplies you have listed, we have access to all of that. We have our own brewers for potions, our own access to lumber and wood. We can provide all of this with ease."
Then he paused for a moment, beginning again, "Perhaps, indeed, it could be seen as hostile. At the moment, it is not our intentions, I assure you. It is a means of stasis, a pause to give us space to breathe, so we can seek out new friends."
"As for the question of our friendship surviving a conflict... I will admit to you, to your people, we are not as strong as Aodh, as the mainland, as any other herd. We are small as of yet, and while we have power, we are struggling to pose a true threat to any other herd." Perhaps he was adding in some lies here, but it was needed. "We are also looking to build our military, bolster our crew numbers. And, we value loyalty, honesty, and freedom. Values, I believe you can agree with."
He cast a small glance at Samael, "In order for the weak to become strong, allies and friends must be made. You ask if our friendship would survive a conflict, and I say that were we properly equipped, be it by perchance recruiting or gaining military support from you, whichever you are more inclined to agree to, we would be able to protect our allies and friends, even were we facing Aodh or any other herd."
He considered bringing up the fact they were planning to invade Aquore... But not now. The Serorians were allies to Talori. This alone was a bit daring, asking for the ability to recruit or gain military support. But he hoped this would pay off. For the most part, he was truthful, but perhaps sprinkled in a few... Exaggerations of their circumstances.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 29, 2019 20:30:16 GMT -6
Samael
Rogue Alliance l Captain
"Any damn fool can navigate the world sober.
It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk."
References l Playlist l Moodboard
Samael shoots Zhen a glance as he speaks, wondering how much of what the stallion said could be backed up by the unicorn personally. Sam had no qualms with the Aodh, Warforged, Breim, or even the Talori really - so long as they didn't interfere with him or his. At the end of the day should push come to shove, he'd go wherever the money was best. His loyalties were bought and sold, not promised away for the potential of trade. Still he kept his mouth shut on the subject. A white lie here and there was not something the captain was unfamiliar with, and as loyal to his crew as he was, selfish dishonesty was a deeply ingrained part of who the appaloosa was. He looked to those of the Flight that stood among them, deciding to let them field the concerns about the blockade. After all, that was their doing, and had Sam not agreed to join the flight, he and his crew would have faced the same treatment at their hooves. Sam returned his gaze to Jibriel, nodding slightly as he spoke once more, adding on to what Miles had said. "We have food and potions in excess, and neither would be difficult to procure. Our brewers are some of the best in the world, more so than even the Talori them self I'd wager. Lumber, though a bit more tricky, is absolutely accessible as well, even within our own territories. It's just a bit difficult to gather." He adds with a wink. "As for things we can't procure, we will never be able to deliver their pretentious, stuck up mannerisms and beliefs in our ships." Sam chuckles. "I'm sure there are a few other things as well, but nothing I can see being detrimental, especially for such a practical people as yourselves."
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jul 29, 2019 20:57:05 GMT -6
Hurricane | Flight Striker Hurricane suppressed a smirk at Samael’s comment about the Rogues and Flight being good at making statements.
Damn right the Flight was.
Most of those statements ended in bloodshed, work that Hurricane didn’t regret in the least. Even thinking about the filthy Talori made his blood boil, but he needed to keep his old man head cool and calm. He couldn’t lose himself and risk everything they were trying to do This wasn’t just about him.
Yes...who didn’t want more allies? Anyone in an alliance against the Talori was a boon in the stallions book. And if they could snag Serora away from Talori...all the better for the world.
Cyan eyes looked to Drakon as he spoke, and the question made his brows raise. Hm...was there anything they couldn’t get? He looked to Samael to see what he would say, but the pale Isleen spoke next, about aid. That was...another tricky one. Hurricane himself would have no qualms fighting alongside the Serorans against Aodh, for their tyranny regarding slaves sickened him. But it again, wasn’t up to him. He forced away a frown.
The Sultan, Jibriel, snagged the small stallions attention at once. Lumber, potions and food? That seemed incredibly easy. So easy in fact, Hurricane allowed himself to relax further, his wings draping lazily to the ground. And then came a small hitch. Hmm… Yes, the blockade could definitely be seen as hostile. Denying one contact with allies would appear as such.
Eyes moved next to Miles, amused by the grin the pirate had across his lips. The blue roan had an air of confidence that Hurricane appreciated, and the reminder of the Rogues reach was ever so pleasing. He caught Miles eyes and nodded; he knew he and Hecate would have to speak up soon, particularly about the allies thing. He knew that would be an issue, and he wasn’t particularly sure whether or not Hecate shared his feelings regarding Aodh.
Zhen spoke up next, confirming what Samael and Miles had stated previously. The dark unicorn was sneaky, and Hurricane thought of a snake slithering through tall grass. Something so slow and seemingly weak could kill with one small bite. It made him smile. But he quickly head it with a slight toss of his head to get some wayward feathers out of his face.
Samael spoke up again, and he nodded along with what the Rogue Captain spoke until he was done with his explanation. The captain was humorous, Hurricane rather enjoyed the slight banter. But now it was business again.
It was his turn.
“If I am not mistaken,” He began, his voice gentle and calm, “You have recently ended a war with the Aodhians.” He fell silent for a moment, looking between all three Serorans with a solemn look on his face. “...War brings destruction, pain, and a need to nurse one's wounds.” He looked towards the others in his party. “As we have stated already, we have plenty of options to gather that which you need. Lumber, even if hard to gather, would be done swiftly as to get it to you as soon as possible. Potions, brewed to perfection and fresh upon delivery.” He looked back to the Serorans again. “We have the fortune of having close ties to the Umare of Breim, as Zhen had said. They are known not just for simple potions, but we can procure their excellent medicines and, for those of you who have come out of the war worse for wear, valuable prosthetics. I had the fortune of meeting with their council to discuss their alliance with us, and I can personally assure you, Breimian medical wares are of the highest quality.”
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