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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2019 0:49:00 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Aodh Plot 801: To Kill an Empire  Team Leader: Hyperion and Isador Participants: Pel, Neal, Ursilla, Tiresias, Flewelyn, Tiffany, Sonya, Morien (NPC) Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- 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: Aodh: Talori has some lies and treachery to answer for, not to mention messing with the memories of your Envoy, or losing sight of two members of the old royal family, including Crown Prince Merrill. Such insults can not be left unanswered, and you are here to arrange just the right kind of answer, or so you hope. You have heard of the Flight, and you know of the Rogues. Today, both factions have representatives standing before you, representatives who can tell you what is really going down in Aquore… And who might just be the instrument of your vengeance. Flight & Rogues: Aodh had always been the most lucrative trading partner of the Rogues - that is, until Talori ruined it all. Finally marching to the beat of your own drum, you have been summoned before the King of Aodh and assorted nobles and people of influence to pledge your case. Although you’re not exactly at home in the Palace, you’re quite eager to make an impression on what might turn out to be your most important allies in the coming conflict. Date: Oct 2 Time of Day: Noon Weather: Gets about as sunny as it does inside Location: New Valore, Hearthstone Palace Your leader is posted!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2019 20:09:13 GMT -6
His nerves were high on this day. Not much usually seemed to shake him, but he could feel a slight tremble in his bones as he stood in the palace of Valore. It was grand- much more grand than the stone walls of the Aerie. It definitely wasn't hard to say that those in Eithne looked to be living the life of luxury. Hyperion let his eyes travel across the walls, taking in everything he could- while doing this he was also plotting out any possible escape routes in case the situation got... out of control. He only factored that there was a very low percent of anything bad happening. He trusted those that accompanied him from the Flight, but the admiral from the rogues was a bit more new to him. The stallion knew she had an agenda too, and hoped that it aligned with what he wanted as well.
Hyperion felt himself start to settle as he grew accustomed to the size of the room as well as those who sat before him. Nobles of Aodh, as well as the King. It had come as a shock to know he would meet with the King of Aodh, but it opened more opportunities- and that is what he wanted. The Flight needed to turn more political to get anywhere, and while Hyperion missed Antiope and her more wild ways, Pel seemed as if he would do fine as well. If anything, the other pegasus' sights aligned more with Hyperion's. They were travelling down the right path- he believed that wholeheartedly. He hoped that the rest of the Flight did as well- he hoped that they believed in them.
He wasn't one to believe what he had always been told about the other herds- not anymore. The pegasus had learned from Serora that what Talori taught wasn't exactly accurate- and could be completely backwards. So he tried to look at the Aodh nobility with an open mind. Hostility or preconceived notions would be of no help here.
Taking a breath, Hyperion steadied himself, looking at those that stood with him and giving a nod to those ahead of him (while being unsure if he should be bowing or something of the sort- this was out of his area of expertise).
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 5, 2019 18:06:10 GMT -6
ursilla admiral of the alliance Aodh was no stranger to her, not after years of sailing into their ports. However, this side of Aodh, the elegance and glamour of the palace? This was new to her, nothing like the nation she’d sailed from. And yet, the rich scent of hedonism, of virtue and vice, wealth and destitution… it reminded her ever so slightly of the Isles. “It’s bigger than the palace in Inaria,” the Pirate King muttered at her side. She had nodded in agreement, almost opened her mouth to agree with him, but then the doors were swinging open and the small group of Aquorians found themselves before a council of foreigners. Entering a room full of nobility—including the reigning King—was not something she was accustomed to, but she did her part not to allow her discomfort to show on her face. She watched with cold, stoney eyes as Hyperion nodded in acknowledgment to the aristocrats before him. Ursilla made no move to do the same, and at her side, the Pirate King raised his muzzle, a glint in his eye. But, though she might not deign to greet the nobles with a bow, she did speak up, her voice loud in the otherwise quiet room. “We are grateful that you’ve chosen to entertain our council.” Her teke ever so slightly brushes Morien’s shoulder as well, a warning that he is not to speak yet. Standing in the chamber, she’s reminded of why she has sailed this way. Atlas’s warnings ring in her head. Morien’s rallying cry echoes just beyond them. “I am the appointed admiral of the Rogue Alliance and have done business with Aodhian merchants in the past. Your nation is a powerful one.” Though her words are flattering, they are not flowery. She wants to contextualize herself for their audience. Allow them to see her as a like-minded thinker. She’s not eloquent, her words falling bluntly, without the same admiration as one might expect, but they are spoken candidly. She could certainly continue, say something about their purpose, but she is not the only leader come to see the court, and so she steps back and relinquishes the floor she’d held for a passing minute for the others to introduce themselves as well. It is best that they are all familiar with one another before they launch into their reason for being here. If the Aodhians do not know who they are before they make their plea, they lose the true weight of their request. The Aodhians must know that Talori is surrounded on all sides. It will fall, she thinks, but they must have support in order to win the war.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 6, 2019 18:47:43 GMT -6
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King Isador remembered well the anger that he'd felt those few months ago, upon learning of not only Talori's deceit but of their manipulation and damaging of Aodh citizens. Citizens, sent in good faith, and returned... altered. Bad enough that he had been made to look a fool in front of the court by the Talori, but that, at least, the King could handle. No, what kept the embers of anger smoldering in Isador's chest was that through Talori's machinations, Aodhians had been harmed and Aodh itself had been compromised.
Yes, Isador was still angry.
However.
It was also an opportunity, and one that perhaps now more than ever before that Aodh needed. So if Isador did not forget his anger, neither did he let it dictate his actions. Indeed, the King was rather looking forward to this meeting with cautious optimism; it would, if nothing else, prove interesting. Rogues at least he knew a little, but the Flight... Yes, things were sure to be interesting today. And perhaps productive.
As curious as he was about the Flight, Isador found that it was the Rogues who commanded his attention with their wild, exotic appearance- and it was they who took initial command of the room as well. Isador noted that, and noted too the uncertain fidgeting of Hyperion.
Though they had not done so, Isador inclined his head to the Rogues after the Admiral had spoken. No mincing of words from that one.
"I bid you welcome," Isador replied gravely, his words including the Flight representatives along with the Rogues as he moved his gaze between them. "If our nation is great, it has not achieved it alone. Eithne is not some isolated island-" and here his eyes focused on Ursilla directly, just for a moment, before sliding away, "and it does not wish to be. It is my hope that today we might find some common ground to bridge the gaps."
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Post by tarriedsea on Jul 6, 2019 19:37:22 GMT -6
 A countenance of boredom was her favorite mechanism when attending these meetings.
Never mind that her mothers had been ecstatic at the opportunity for Sonya to rub shoulders with Isador (literally,) nor that Anastasia had slunk bitterly away at the knowledge of her sister's summons. A call from Hearthstone required all her other plans to be wiped off the agenda for the day. It wasn't the first or only time she had crossed gazes with the King, but every chance House Bradene had to squeeze their way into royalty's inner circle was accepted without question.
She slowly swirled the wine in her glass, a complimentary offering from Hearthstone's cellars, and drank it slowly, careful not to let the pearls dangling from her bridle clink against the glass.
Of the foreigners in their vision, Sonya could not take her eyes off Morien. Rumors of his resurrection and ghostly existence preceded him. She didn't know what to believe- the seafarers always carried more myth and lore with them than fact- but she resented to admit his story was intriguing.
Sonya flicked an ear in Isador's direction at his words, but she didn't remove her steely gaze from the strangers before them. They smelled like sweat and ocean- the latter not an unfamiliar aroma to her, living on Valore's coast- but it was somehow wilder and more rugged than the breezes in her house's villa.
Not that the strangers appealed to her. Their deceit overpowered any allure of exoticism they carried. Her anger was empathetic to her herd, not personal, but it burned regardless.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 6, 2019 21:18:34 GMT -6
 
"Help others without any reason and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return."
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The last time they had set foot inside the palace had been when they had met to discuss their promotion to Flamen. Nervous, a bit flustered, Tiresias had quietly wondered why they of all the Flamens had been chosen to sit in on this. They felt, that perhaps, the Enya Flamen would be better suited to such a role, for they knew more of Cascade, the goddess of the Talorians and the Rogues, than they did. They did know of Cascade, yes, they had studied as an attendant for many years, but she was not their forte...
Regardless, they would not complain. They would try their best to service their king and herd, so dressed in their Flamen regalia, flowers, drapery, and candles, they had entered the palace with some aid from their attendants to help guide them to the palace. Bowing before Isador when they entered, their took a place in the room, facing the doors again with some assistance. Ears flicking nervously, expectantly, Tiresias took in the sounds of the room around them while waiting for their guests. What would they come here to say?
The creak of the door made their ears prick, and they lifted their head gracefully, standing calmly, waiting to hear what may begin. Introductions was what it started with, something that they appreciated, being able to attach a name to a voice... There had to be others than just one though. They had heard the hoofbeats, and it had been that of a small party.
Upon Isador's welcome, Tiresias lowered their head in a soft greeting, before lifting it once more to listen intently. It sounded like... Negotiations? An alliance? Was this what Isador wanted, to forge an alliance with the Rogues and the Flight? Peaceful relations were always better, so this was not something to disagree with yet... But they quietly hoped that Isador did not wish for an alliance to gain strength for an assault or attack... Violence only bred more violence... |
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jul 6, 2019 22:48:38 GMT -6
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I’ve got a thing for genuine peopleThe Envoy was coming awfully close to the bottom of her wine glass, perhaps it was her second glass, she was admittedly a little nervous. The last time she was in court in the presence of the King she had a meltdown, for her own protection. Then her mind was poked and prodded in attempts to undo what the deceiving Talorians had constructed and restricted. However nothing more was uncovered and Tiffany was haunted with odd nightmares that felt like an itch she could not scratch.
To make matters worse, after being detained the Talorian Emissary went missing. Rumours were in place of murder, but Tiffany hoped the young mother had just somehow managed to escape back to the isles. All of the debacles were enough to make Tiffany glad she could step back from her Envoy duties for awhile and focus her attention back on her Bathhouse business. The spa was a much more enticing place to be, she wished she was there at that moment, knowing what the day would have in store for her rather than the threat of the unknown that was with them in that moment in the grand palace.
Finishing her glass and waiting for a servant to bring back another, Tiffany observed the guests that stood before the eloquent group of Nobles. Each one held a rugged air about them, all of them were fighting for something and had a lot to gain from creating a friendship with Aodh and Tiffany was honestly hoping for the best after losing everything important within her mind prior to the three months that had just past.
She made her eyes soft and warm as she nodded along gently with Isador's words, he truly knew how to open up a room with an inviting atmosphere. She took a delicate sip from her freshly filled wine glass and awaited her moment to speak.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 8, 2019 19:15:05 GMT -6
NEAL
This was the kind of life Neal wanted for himself.
That was the most surface thought in his head as they had walked through the grand city of New Valore. There had not really been opportunities to take in the sights or enjoy the local flavor, but it was certainly much further in than he had gotten on any previous visit, as the harbor had oft been as far as anyone would tolerate the crew’s presence.
He guessed there were some advantages to the pretense of being there for politics, even if Neal wasn’t quite sure if that was what he would call this. It seemed to him that they were here on Aodh’s pleasure only, and he had never known the people of this beautiful city to be of a particularly gentle temper.
He knew from discussions on the voyage that both the Rogues and the Flight were quite hopeful about the results of this meeting. Neal didn’t feel true allegiance to either faction, but he could understand their desires – Aodh was powerful and rich, and rumors told quite done with Talori’s antics, just as they were.
Friendships had been constructed on flimsier bases.
With the Rogue leaders not bending their heads, Neal made something of a curtsy, dressed in his usual outfit. It did not turn heads in Aodh, he had noticed. Another reason to like this country.
Neal’s eyes traced over Hyperion, then Pel. He could feel Hyperion’s nerves, and in a rare gesture of support, shifted himself slightly closer to the Commander, a movement so subtle and effortless that it was more like a breath.
He then looked up at Isador, and a slight smile danced on his lips.
Some money and weapons would go long way to bridge all gaps, he assumed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2019 15:07:55 GMT -6
It was almost surreal, to walk into the grand halls of Hearthstone Palace and see his plans take motion. For their chance to be up there, within reach. The tides were changing for the Flight, he could feel it. They just needed the pieces to fall right, to keep their heads cool and minds sharp. He thought he had the company to do just that.
Pel’s walk was steady, his gaze open and calm. He took in the tiniest of details, but didn’t stop to stare. He was very aware of the number of Chevaliers surrounding them, and he couldn’t blame the Aodhians. Especially not since they had audience with the King, no less. The nobles hardly looked concerned, not with the amount of wine flowing. He gave Hyperion a reassuring glance; steady. Neal… With Neal he was mostly looking that no valuables disappeared under the dress.
It was obvious to him that he was surrounded with the kind of wealth and luxuries he had never come across, possibly even dreamed of. He didn’t let that blind himself, however – everyone had mortal motivations, no matter the clothes they dressed in. Pel was no stranger to Aodh, either, having been the Captain of his own ship many years ago. Yes, it had been a long time but looking around, he doubted things really changed all that much in a lifetime or two. Not until now, at least.
Pel acknowledged the King and the nobles with a nod, deep enough to lower his gaze momentarily but certainly not deep enough to be considered a bow.
“I am Pel, the Primary of the Flight. I, too, am familiar with Aodh, but many years past. I’m joined with my trusted Commander”, he nodded towards Hyperion, and then Neal: “and our Shipmaker and negotiator.”
He made the titles for Neal in the fly, but the Aodhians didn’t need to know that.
“I, too, do hope we can find some common ground, and if not a united goal, one that suits all of our interests.”
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Post by kruuja on Jul 10, 2019 16:05:12 GMT -6
FLEWELYN Flewelyn smiled joylessly to the equines standing before their little court, shifting his gaze from the swan pegasus to his peers. Oh, they'll be needing that negotiator. Much like Eminent Sonya next to him, the hippocampus kept his head high and posture just as straight all the while he quietly soaked in the peculiar atmosphere, weighing Isador's words in his mind as they waited. As he waited - there was no room for him to turn bold, at least for now. Talori's deceit had been most unfortunate, and their King's words certainly echoed this, but beneath his proper exterior, Lynn was excited. No, exhilarated rather, but ever so slightly worried as well. Not for himself, nor for what this potential alliance might lead to, but for Aodh's people in their present state. With their resources stretched more and more thin with each passing week, it was least to say that the Eminent was curious to hear how this… Ordeal, a show of weak trust to their enemy's enemies, could benefit them. Digend wouldn't have much left to save if they were to perish in some misguided act of benevolence, but this meeting was an opportunity all the same - even if only for him to mingle with other members of the elite afterwards. Reaching for his untouched glass of wine, Flewelyn let his attention linger on Isador for a few seconds longer before nodding back to Pel. He had no other greeting to give to these outlanders. Their wish had been heard - now they needed to convey their usefulness.
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Post by galekxy on Jul 11, 2019 19:46:56 GMT -6
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WC: 273 | Post 2 He listened closely to what the King had to say. He seemed... welcoming of them. Open to a deal- which is exactly what they needed. The Rogue admiral seemed like a straight-to-the-point type of horse, which Hyperion appreciated. It might aid in the King of Aodh taking their small party more seriously. He let his gaze wander over the assortment of other horses with the King, none of which spoke just yet. They seemed to watch and wait. To Hyperion, they seemed like the type of horses who had never seen hardships in their life. They sat pampered, drinking from their wineglasses. It wasn't anything he would ever wish for.
The pegasus listened as Pel spoke, before speaking up to introduce himself. "I am Hyperion, a commander of the Flight, as stated. Thank you for welcoming us into your city. I feel as if all our factions-" He nodded in the direction of the Rogues and the Aodhians, "will benefit from what we might discuss today. We have all been slighted, and I think it's time something was done about it." Hyperion wanted to get straight to the point. He wasn't here to sip wine with the nobility, but rather to bring further help to the Flight. Aodh would be a huge ally, and just the thought of what this deal might bring made Hyperion anxious with excitement. But he still wasn't sure how to perceive Isador. Aodh was not as familiar to him as he would have liked before going into this meeting. Thankfully Pel was a bit more versed in this area. They know need that for this to go well.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 11, 2019 21:14:14 GMT -6
ursilla admiral of the alliance She takes in the reactions to her words. Lets herself soak in the mood of the room. From most, disinterest, others worry. It's an interesting dynamic between the nobles, the rogues, and the Flight. She listens to everyone's introductions. Nodding at the Flight's words. Yes, a united front. The Flight can speak for themselves, but she knows at the very least that they both have the same goal. "I doubt we will have to look far for common ground. The Talorian Crown has disrespected us all." She says following Hyperion's statement. The Admiral watches the King closely, holding his gaze for a moment before letting it flicker to the other nobles sitting upon the court. "To you, they have lied and manipulated. To us, they have subjugated. How long has the Rogue Alliance acted as their gateway to riches, to power?" She pauses and returns her gaze back to the King, the lines of her face stoic, neutral despite the ire that threatened to tinge her words. "My brothers and sisters before me allowed themselves to be used by a government that ought to hold no power over them. They saw business in the Crown, but they allowed themselves to become lazy and trust it. They allowed it to collar them and own them."
"It was their mistake. I would not like it to be mine." She raises her head now. If she were anyone else, it would appear a challenge, defiant even, but her words are careful. They are enunciated clearly, gravely. "The Crown languishes. It is ignorant of us. The Empress our God chose is not made to rule. She is inexperienced and has never known politics." Nor has she, technically. She's only known the politics of business, of rallying a fleet and commanding it, not the courtroom. Standing inside the Aodhian one, she's not sure she needs to. She can be a brash, outspoken leader and still be a good one. "The Crown must fall."
For the first time since entering the chamber, she actually turns and acknowledges the King at her side, but her words are biting. "King Morien saw the Crown as the glutton it was long ago, but his rebellion failed. It was quelled and he was slaughtered. Aodhian ambassadors whispered in his ears then, but they never lended their support." She's calm even though Morien's gaze turns brooding. "We've failed one rebellion, but the Alliance is united once more and it will not happen again. We've made allies with the very soldiers that waged the Battle of Inaria and won it," She doesn't mention that they too failed in the end. "But both of our factions need support to hold our victories."
She continues, explaining the situation. "The Crown is choked right now. Its own seclusion proving to be its downfall. We've blockaded foreign and domestic ships. We disrupt their community. We challenge their authority."She's confident in her rogues, and after allying with the Flight, she's found confidence in them as well. "Aodh stands to take part in the fall of the Talorian Crown. It is an action that will ripple throughout Hireath. It is an example of your might. Besides, Aquore is a rich land. It will be able to reward you greatly."
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 13, 2019 2:04:14 GMT -6
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King Isador was of course cognizant of the gazes on him. Not just the ones arrayed before him, but the ones at his side and back. Weighing him, his every word and gesture and micro-expression. The weight of their expectations was so very heavy, so very sacred. Standing there in beautiful Palace, Isador knew that the meeting was making history... and, hopefully, paving the future as well. He just had to shoulder the burden. Had to be worthy.
The Flight members introduced themselves, and Isador found them to be an interesting trio. The Rogues looked different from each other, of course, but there was an underlying essence that clung to each of them that connected them, said that yes, we are of the same cloth. The Flight though... each was an individual, and Isador could not immediately draw a connecting thread between them. Interesting. They were quiet, mannered, and organized- and did not come in hot, but careful. Diplomatic.
Then Ursilla took up the reins of the conversation once more, and Isador's attention moved to her. Talk about coming in hot... but he liked the passion, the conviction. It was the best sort; rousing, pulling the listener in, yet still calm and carefully delivered. She... she was one to watch.
Isador allowed several moments of silence to expand in the room after the Admiral finished speaking. It was a lot to unpack, and his cool gaze rested thoughtfully on Morien before moving to the Flight. A resurrected pirate was, alas, far from the most pressing issue presented by Ursilla.
"A rich land," he said finally, repeating the Admiral's words. "Rich- and dangerous. Unpassable, even, in most areas?" He titled his head. "If you have already enacted a blockade, can you not wait them out in a siege, especially with support?" and there his eyes flicked to Pel, assessing. "Does the Crown need fall? At least officially? A young and naive Empress could... be beneficial, if guided correctly." And would make a useful figurehead, a puppet controlled from behind a curtain.
Not that such tactics always worked; well did Isador know that. Again, the weight of a country seemed to settle heavier on his shoulders.
The King suspected that supplies were more needed than bodies... but they would see.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 13, 2019 4:58:44 GMT -6
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Negotiator, was he? Neal gave Pel the shortest sideway glance, looking almost surprised. It was far more responsibility than he had ever expected in these discussions, although he supposed their Primary felt the need to explain the presence of a third who did not hold such lofty title as Commander.
Usually he would have enjoyed embarrassing his dear leader, but even Neal understood that this was not a good time for fun and games; it was a gravely serious matter, and as little as the ideologies of the Flight touched him, he did know them.
More importantly, he wholeheartedly agreed that the Talori empire had to come crumbling down, down to the very foundations.
Neal had always enjoyed playing roles.
“If I may, your Grace – that is no longer true. The Goddess has lifted her curse from the lands, and although the Barrier Mountains still cut Aquore off from the rest of Hireath, the land itself is now no more unpassable than your own forests”, Neal said, his voice unusually formal and without hints of subtext.
“The jungle might be foreign to them now, but if we tarry, necessity will make a powerful teacher; they will brave the Wilds and gain full access to it’s bounty, as we have done”, he went on, and then paused thoughtfully, reminiscing about his many journeys to Inaria on various ships; never having been allowed into the city, but gazing at it from aboard a vessel. The capital was the heart of Aquore, as the Flight knew well from their last invasion – she who controlled Inaria, controlled the nation. And so, an invasion was a must: “Moreover, their capital lies on the coast; our strength is that of air and navy. To allow Talori the time to draw further inland would be most unwise – in a clashing of armies on land, their numbers could overwhelm ours.”
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jul 13, 2019 7:46:26 GMT -6
Tiffany;Aodh | Envoy
I’ve got a thing for genuine people Tiffany found she was quite enjoying this day in court, enough so that she put away her glass, half full so that she might pay full attention to the situation. Standing up straight, she gently smoothed her hair and adjusted her circlet.
As she listened to all sides, she felt the fury she had developed over the past few months begin to rise. The
As she heard Ursilla talk, Tiffany felt their desire to bring down the Crown in her own heart. Waiting for the guests to finish speaking, the Envoy raised her own voice. "Perhaps there is some good reason the Rebellion did not succeed that time long ago. For one thing it personally feels as though the Gods have guided us to this moment, with this newly shared purpose." Standing up straight, Tiffany emboldened her voice. "Never before have the Rogues been in alliance with such a wide array of individuals. King Morien." She says sweeping her eyes from the undead King back to Ursilla. "Has allowed you and now us a step into the past. A first hand experience of what tactics led to the unsuccessful rebellion against the Mainland and better yet, what did work, what landed impact. The Flight" She continued now letting her gaze make eye contact with the others of the group, "has given us all insight on the heinous crimes the Crown has allowed, particularly on Pegasi kind, to go on for far too long. And here, speaking before you, is proof that the Crown has tampered with any efforts of other nations being allowed to be involved with their affairs. So perhaps we are not to blame for the lack of support given for the previous Rebellion attempts. She finished. Following their guests' unapologetic actions, Tiffany didn't look to her King for approval. She simply relaxed her stance and tried not to tremble from the adrenaline now coursing through her veins for being so bold.
Hearing Isador question the options they had and then the Negotiator rebutting in return, Tiffany thought that perhaps the Gods really were involved with their movement against Talori. "Perhaps it is Divine intervention that has gathered us." She added more quietly, intrigued to hear Isador's decision.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2019 21:00:51 GMT -6
Ah, so many gazes flickered back and forth. Of course a lot was riding on this – perhaps not everything, but it certainly was not insignificant by any means. He thought everyone in the room could feel the weight of that cloak, even though it lay heaviest on the shoulders of the three leaders gathered.
Ursilla spoke with conviction, and Pel smiled on the inside. Had he still been a Captain, he would have found it easy to follow such… style, if one wanted to call it that. The Flight might not have the exceeding reputation as the Rogues, but they had shown they were a force to be reckoned with.
His gaze held steady on Isador, even when Neal spoke. Only did it lift and move when Tiffany opened her mouth. Pel did not much care about gods and their divine interventions, but such feelings were not evident on his face.
“The crown must fall”, Pel repeated Ursilla’s words with steady conviction: “We might have their nation at a chokehold now, but I do not believe they can be guided. Their idea of new traditions is their Divine cutting her wings off. Inexperienced makes erratic, unpredictable. Dangerous. Who’s to say manipulation and deceit couldn’t go both ways? Talori has certainly proven herself in that.”
His gaze steadily in Isador for a moment, before moving to the nobles, and back again. There was a hint of challenge in his eyes; would the King of Aodh risk being manipulated by the Talori again?
“We have already seen that the one who controls Inaria, controls the heart of Aquore. I would not see this as a matter of gods and their intervention. This is our opportunity to seize.
Yes, we have seen rebellions rise and fall, but unlike the Talori, we have learned. Neither the Flight nor the Alliance will any longer stand in their shadow. With our hold on them, we do not need more soldiers by our side. We know our enemy. This need not be Aodh’s fight, per se, in order to lend you the glory and riches. We need support; to keep us supplied and equipped. To make our hold ironclad as we make our move. We could all be the victors.”
Pel’s demeanor might have been cool and collected, but there was fire in his eyes.
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Post by galekxy on Jul 13, 2019 21:31:13 GMT -6
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WC: 373 | Post 3 The Admiral spoke again, her words strong. She spoke with a certainty that she knew her words were true. She made you want to follow her- leap into action. Isador still seemed to question her, however. Of course he would. He had to weigh all options, see every angle. If he didn't, then it could mean disaster for his own herd.
Hyperion let the others talk, watching the reactions of the others carefully. Neal spoke of the curse being lifted, and he nodded along, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Talori horses went that route- deciding to test the Wilds versus the threats that lay at sea.
Finally, another one of the Aodhian's spoke. His gaze snapped to her, and narrowed just slightly at her speech. Hyperion was not sure how he felt about the possibility of the gods interfering, and it seemed that Pel showed little reaction to those words as well. They made their own fate. The gods were simply bystanders- choosing to interfere, but it did little good. His mind went to how the Divine had been gifted wings, only for her to cut them off again. Hyperion had heard of the display, and it made him sick to his stomach.
Flicking his ears to Pel, he was glad to see that his Primary had similar thoughts. He stepped forward, addressing the King and his council as he spoke, voice firm. "I also don't believe the Empress is as... malleable as you may think she is. Young- yes, but I have seen her with her people. I have seen her standing on a stage, and the presence she holds. I believe she knows where her place is because her god placed her there, and she would not be so easily manipulated.
"Talori will not need to see you upon their shores, as my Primary says. Let us have this fight. We can fix what has been wronged, and with your support we can see success- for all of our nations. There will be no more lies, or oppression after we are done. Justice will be given for those who were not able to claim it. You will find that we can be very useful allies."
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Post by tarriedsea on Jul 15, 2019 10:17:40 GMT -6
Watching, listening, waiting with bated breath.
She kept her eyes on Ursilla long after the mare finished talking. She reminded her of Amon. Though her prized pit fighter came from Aquore's mainland, they had a similar spirit. Undying.
"If I may play devil's advocate," Sonya started, slowly. "Talori's seclusion is indeed their downfall- but it is also Aodh's weakness. And the timing is quite a coincidence, as we are just recovering from our own war."
She didn't want to imply that the factions before her were criminals, lest she offended them into storming out the door, but neither rogues nor the Flight were known for their diplomacy. If Isador was being targeted for deception, it would stain his record as King.
And it was true Aodh wasn't exactly struggling to regain its economy after the treaty with Serora, but it didn't hurt to remind the foreigners that their opportunistic timing was noticed.
"I hope you understand the hesitancy," she added. "I burn with all of you to see a transgressor fall. Talori has no sympathy from me. Regardless, perhaps it would be wise to submit collateral, if my King decides to proceed with aid."
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 15, 2019 18:49:34 GMT -6
"Help others without any reason and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return."
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The atmosphere was lightly tense. Tiresias could sense it in the air, hear it in the heavy silence that followed Isador's welcome. Heavy weights were placed upon the topics that would be at hoof, and the Flamen quietly prayed that they would not drag either side down into the darkness and unknown...
Ears twitching, they lifted their head a bit higher, putting the name to the voice of the Primary. They could tell there were two others, aside from the Primary and the Admiral, from the way the Primary spoke and introduced them. Left in the dark, quite literally, they waited to hear for a new voice, to connect another identity so they would understand the discussions that would come. Faint relief washed over them upon another voice introducing himself... Yet, the way the commander spoke gave them a slight worry.
Revenge was the tone they picked up on. A thing of violence, bred from the desire to right a wrong that was committed against another. The words the Admiral spoke following only confirmed their concerns. These were words of anger, words of bloodlust, hatred, and vengeance. Speaking of the Talorian Crown falling... It was... They wanted blood shed for blood, an eye for an eye, and then some.
Silence filled the room, and the Flamen was left with baited breath, waiting, listening for the next move to happen. When Isador spoke, again they felt relief. Isador did not sound swayed by their... Strong, powerful words, filled with a call to action, but a call to action that would lead only down a path of cycling violence...
The ideas, the thoughts, that Isador began to offer, were ones the Flamen also found distasteful, but it was without violence, if the Empress could simply be guided to a better path. While at first, they found Tiffany's words loud, aggressive, potentially harmful, they found themselves slowly nodding, eyes closing. She was the Envoy, she knew more than any of them, and yet, less...
Listening to all of them speak in turn, Tiresias lifted their head, glazed eyes opening. "Ignacio would smile upon you for your passion, for your ambition, for your drive for redemption." They smiled softly, if only for a moment. "Yet, I see not why he would smile upon acts of violence, that would only breed a hideous cycle... Perhaps, you can remove the Crown now, fight your war, take control, and earn your redemption against the wrongs that have been done to you and your people..."
"But I do ask you, what will happen when there comes a time where a child of the Talorians, who has witnessed this violence, witnessed the wrongs they believe have been done to their people, and decides to rise up then, and remove you from the palace, remove you from power? Would you simply smite the child down? Or would you fall, like the Talorians before you, only for the cycle to begin anew?" They spoke softly, yet clearly, letting their voice be heard, let the question ring into the air. So focused on their own goals, on their own beliefs, they did not stop to consider the future effects of their actions against the whole, instead of the single part...
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 19, 2019 12:26:03 GMT -6
NEAL
Neal looked at Pel as he spoke, and smiled. He moved closer to his Primary, his whip like tail resting close enough to touch the tips of the pegasus’ wings. He had almost forgotten how convincing Pel could be, how passionate. There was a different kind of fire in the dutybound man when he was given the chance to preach what he believed.
This was the opportunity, and now was the time. One had to strike while the iron was hot, and while preparation had merit, it was also more time for the opponent. And in this conflict, they wanted to be the aggressors, rather than waiting the Crown to get its crap together and bring the fight to them.
“The Gods have intervened, Envoy. They gave the Divine wings, made her into one of those her people have oppressed; one of those she has been sacrificing to the sea her whole life”, Neal said, and his eyes went to the portraits of what he assumed to be former Aodhian kings. They decorated the walls on all sides, and so many of them were pegasi, with proud vibrant wings.
“She cut them. Rejected them. Threw them into the sea”, his voice, while even, was disgusted. He had never understood the mainlanders in this regard.
Never would.
He looked at the Flamen – some kind of priest, clearly, and raised his eyebrows. Neal so wanted to tell him that they put no stock in the opinions of their fire god, but held his tongue. He knew Ignacio was popular here, and did not wish to anger the King – but they cared not for the god of fire and his virtues, whatever they might be.
“We are not the Talori”, he said.
“I do not know the future, but I know this. A war is a war. We want but displace the Crown, not oppress the people”, Neal voiced an opinion, looking at Ursilla and Morien. He did not know about Morien, but Ursilla and Pel seemed no less capable of leadership than the Empress was. More, even. And neither one of them hated someone just for what they were born as.
Darn playing this part was hard work.
Pel owed him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2019 21:37:16 GMT -6
Pel was proud stand here with his peers. They might have been a small, a little ragtag group, but they were making their mark. They had seen horrible losses after losing Inaria, but they were rebuilding. They would rise. The tomorrow he had once only wished could one day come, was finally here.
No, he did not miss the certain suggestion as one of the nobles spoke, and he worked really hard to keep a neutral gaze while listening to the Flamen. He was not certain they thought of the same god, but he cared very little of the divine matters regardless.
“You speak of a hideous cycle, but understand this; there will be no more prison camps, no sacrifices. Do your people rally in rebellion each time your King changes? People want peace, happiness and stability. They will not long care who leads them if the leading is just”, Pel added in, his voice still steady and strong. He glanced at Ursilla and Morien as he spoke. There were still details to be worked out, naturally, but he fullheartedly believed they would be much better than what Talori had ever had to offer.
“This war is coming. We are offering a deal; support for spoils. But make no mistake - we are not asking for permission”, he said, eyes alight with the passion that burned at every single nerve ending of his body as he gazed at the King.
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Post by Jennycallie on Jul 22, 2019 16:10:34 GMT -6
Isador
King Isador listened gravely as the conversation swirled around him, betraying few of this thoughts. He stood remote, but not withdrawn; his gaze moved to each individual as they spoke, even if he did not acknowledge the challenge in some of the gazes. They had come to him, to Aodh; he would not get drawn into a posturing contest, which was a young one's game.
And the stakes of this game were high indeed.
A war is coming, the Primary said. Help us, or regret it. He eyed Pel for a long moment, considering. There were a lot of inconsistencies being presented as far as he was concerned, and Isador wasn't sure if it was down to bravado, deceit, or some combination of the two.
"Spoils, as you say, are not an incentive for war." At least not alone, not for Eithne. "I sympathize with your cause," and his gaze cut away to include the Rogues, "but the Emin and Flamen bring up valuable concerns."
For all of the Flight's talk of a free and just society, Isador knew radical ideology when he saw it. They were naive indeed, if they thought that the people they were to conquer would accept it happily. And then what? How would they settle unrest? How would they handle dissent, accountability? It would be easy, far too easy, to slide back into the same sort of regime as those they were overthrowing. The foundation was already there.
"If Aodh were to aid your cause, we would be committing to it. Not as mere benefactors, but involved truly and directly as allies should be. Emin Sonya spoke of collateral, and while the word is extreme, the idea behind it is sound. Communication would be vital to a partnership; we have had enough of subterfuge and tricks, misinformation and guesswork." Isador paused, and his gaze swept the assembly. Considering his words, gauging reactions.
"I believe that an exchange of representatives between parties would be necessary to a healthy and productive partnership.Not as collateral, but as conduits for communication."
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Jul 23, 2019 2:38:07 GMT -6
Tiffany;Aodh | Envoy
I’ve got a thing for genuine people Tiffany couldn't help but roll her eyes, just slightly, something only the most keen would notice, at the dismissal of her speech. Wouldn't see this as a matter of Gods and their intervention. Tiffany herself couldn't believe it. Her nightmares were plagued with a divine whisper of destruction, not that she could remember where it was from... but she knew it was true. The Gods were at more play here than the rebels would ever know. Tiffany knew it.
Tiffany wasn't sure if she liked the tone these rebels were taking on, making it sound like Aodh was only offering potential support for just the physical grandeur that could come from it. Sure, Valore in particular enjoyed the traded goods the Rogues brought with them on ships and liked to adorn themselves with said goods, but that was just in good taste. There was more to their nation than just glittering objects. They were a nation who struck down those who betrayed them and Talori had done just that.
Tiffany nodded along with Sonya's words. It was true, their Chevaliers in particular had taken a good beating and it wouldn't be wise to jump straight back into the fray of things, even with this proposal of having to do nothing but 'support'.
Tiresias had words you would typically expect of a Flamen, but she did like the stallion.
Pel's words had her scoff mutely, "Do your people rally in rebellion each time your King changes?" Well, she didn't think many would challenge the Empress and her Divine word if she had a ridiculously large, flaming ancient beast on her side. No one dared rebel against Isador, unless they had a desire to spend their days in a dragon's belly.
Then the great King's words struck her to her core. An exchange of representatives... Tiffany looked at her King, directly in his eyes, question strong in her gaze. Did he mean her? Was she now to be amongst these Rebels? She didn't think her Envoy days were over, but she also didn't expect to pick them back up again this rapidly. Wow, three months. Had it really been three months since the ties with Talori had been cut? Despite her blessing, she was struggling to decipher the emotions she was feeling. On the one hand she did have the slightest desire to get back in the action, particularly if she was going to get to remember the experiences this time, but she also wasn't sure how well they could trust this lot. Then she realised if they really wanted Aodh's support, they would keep a representative safe. Standing up straight and poised sending her gaze back out to their guests, Tiffany decided she was ready for whatever may come her way. If it were Isador's wish.
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Post by ThatDenver on Jul 25, 2019 19:27:31 GMT -6
NEAL
Sympathy meant little, Neal knew. He had felt sympathy for great many things in his life but had done nothing to aid them. He kept these thoughts unvoiced as he listened to their King speak, and he, for the most part at least, liked what he heard. Commitment was what they needed, more than a benefactor. Should the Flight and Rogues be victorious, as Pel so hoped, they would overthrow a nation. Be a nation.
What a wild thought. Neal didn’t know if he really liked the idea of being tied to a real government with real laws, but that seemed to be Pel’s new dream, and he supposed he could see a future in that.
And exchanging representatives, well… That was better than they had perhaps hoped. Neal gave Pel a look. To have ambassadors with a nation like Aodh would mean much to them – it would mean that they were akin to a real nation, with their own pieces on the board.
Especially since Aodh had drawn their envoys from Talori. To have something Talori did not, well, that had a nice sound to it, that was for sure.
He wondered who they could send. Who the rogues would send?
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Post by galekxy on Jul 27, 2019 19:44:55 GMT -6
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WC: 341 | Post 4 His heart had slowed to a normal pace as the pegasus felt more in his own element. He was used to debating- to negotiating. The words he had to speak felt natural, and his voice held its own too. Hyperion had never been one to hold back, and so he made sure his voice carried so that all they spoke to would hear and understand his words- to acknowledge their offer.
Hyperion's eyes flicked to Sonya's, giving a brief nod before looking to Tiresias, their words on Ignacio almost making Hyperion's skin crawl. He bore the dragon wings that were said to be from Ignacio, but he didn't hold much love for the fire god. It was unsettling to hear the god spoken about as if he were some peaceful saint. But Hyperion kept his face schooled, keeping his opinions to himself. He did not want them to influence those in front of him.
What Pel said was true, and Hyperion almost breathed a sigh of relief that this was the horse who was leading them. The Talori would adapt to a new leader- if that new leader was better than the last. If there was peace and a stable economy, then no one would even bat an eye at who led.
Isador mentioned an exchange of representatives. It was definitely an idea. One that would allow them to become even more separate, to prove to the herds that they were a real force. "I believe exchanging representatives would be ideal. The Flight, as well as the Rogues, we are our own people. We are not Talori, and we have our own directives that could also prove beneficial to you and Aodh. I think it would grant us a lot of trust between our people, and create a better alliance." Hyperion thought this was a good idea, but he still worried about who might be sent over. So much could go wrong and it could so quickly turn into a captive situation, but he would trust Aodh's word first and foremost.
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Post by Moose-On-Ice on Jul 29, 2019 0:38:34 GMT -6
"Help others without any reason and give without the expectation of receiving anything in return."
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While their god was not that of the winged goddess, to hear that the Talorian Divine would so blatantly reject such a gift from one of the pantheon... Brows creased into a concerned arc, the Flamen continued to listen, just giving a faint, ever so slight shake of their head in response to their words. Displace the crown, oppress the people... They could claim it to not do so, but there were two sides to a coin, and what they may view on their side as simply displacing the crown as a form of justice for their own people, the Talorians, the hippocampi, may not see it as such...
"And the acts you describe are not as simple or familiar as the changing of the crown." Tiresias simply murmured. It was not as simple as they described it to be. It was not the familiar, routine act as the King passing the crown to their heir when the time came. This was an overtaking, an act of violence, the stabbing of the king, to steal their crown, and place it on the head of whoever their party thought was the better ruler. And what if the Talorians decided to do the same? If they thought that they would be better rulers? They'd face the same cycle, more lives would be lost, and they simply did not realize this to be.
The words their king spoke were ones that brought relief, and yet, concern. The life of an Aodhian, of one of Ignacio's children, would be at risk. The Flamen did not trust the Flight or the Rogues, for their ideals and beliefs were dangerous ones... While they were also baring one of their children- No, two of their children, from the way Hyperion spoke, they were also inviting two of the Rogue and Flight into their own home...
And their first thought, as much as they chastised themselves for the first instinct, was that of mistrust. While they could learn and listen to the Rogues and the Flight, they would also be free to do the same. To view them for weaknesses, for sore spots...
"Forgive me, for my forwardness," They dipped their head, "I do wish I could say I believe this exchange could foster trust, a part of me does worry for the safety of our own. You wish to go to war, to participate in a battle, that I, that I believe Ignacio, would find regrettable. How can you guarantee the safety of our own, when you may not be able to do such a thing for your people?" Closing their eyes, they took a small breath.
"I have not seen war firsthand. I cannot ever. But I know of the horrors, I know of the danger, and when facing Talori, how are you able to keep our people safe if we were to send them?" They said, their voice as strong as they could muster. "I would ask that you tell us where our people would be staying, and how you would keep them safe from your war, before we can commit." |
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Post by tarriedsea on Jul 29, 2019 14:26:45 GMT -6
Sonya slammed her wine glass down, harder than she intended.
"My dear Tiresias," she started softly, not looking at them. "I am sure Isador has considered the risks associated with an exchange of representatives. Your hesitation is only due to your pacifist views, which will not serve well here."
The Flamen annoyed her for no reason other than their overly-cautious attitude when Isador had clearly been open to an idea. Aodh did not need the negative input of a simple Flamen when there was so much at stake.
She glanced at Isador from the corner of her eye, the stallion solid and unmoving. Pride swelled in her chest that he had listened to her idea of collateral- not unrevised, of course, opting for the less-liable representative exchange- but nevertheless it made her head swim with confidence.
Naturally she was concerned for whoever their representative should be (she felt Tiffany stiffen) and still didn't trust the Rogues & Flight fully. But the prosperity of Aodh, the return of trade, and not having to send a single Chevalier into war was worth the gamble. At best, they receive their representative back along with the spoils of war and a bright future for their herd on the southeastern coast of Hireath. At worst, they would lose a single Aodhian.
The equation was easy.
She twirled a loose lock of her hair with a maroon splash of teke, curling it around like a serpent. "I'm in agreement with the King." |
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 29, 2019 16:07:28 GMT -6
ursilla admiral of the alliance She stayed quiet for a long while content to allow the conversation to float around her. And then, she nodded. "An exchange would be pleasing to us all, I'm sure. Unlike the Mainland, we have no fear of free thought and guidance. We have no secrets." Her gaze falls curiously on the envoy in the room. She's never expressly experienced the effect of the Sage's tampering, but in time, she had heard of it, despite desires to keep it mum. Then, unbidden, the Pirate King swings his head towards the Flamine, his voice edging on venomous, mostly coming off as arrogant, "Every rebellion is a bloody rebellion. Perhaps, you are too idealistic. With war comes risks. We come risking our livelihood, you come risking the lives of but one or two dignitaries."
Ursilla cuts in, "We say this as simple fact. Ultimately, we stand to lose far more than you in the chance we fail. In the event we lost, you would lose money most of all, and in the worst case, the life of someone whose job often runs the risk of violence anyways." The Rogues and the Flight are the ones on the front-line. They are the ones that will die for their cause. Her head swings back to face King Isador. "I cannot speak for my Flight counterparts, but I can say that I have someone that is capable of acting as a dignitary for us waiting at the docks, if this is the agreement we are making for now. Ambassadors in exchange for support."
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Post by ThatDenver on Aug 3, 2019 21:39:47 GMT -6
NEAL
Neal agreed with the… Eminent, was it, as well as the Pirate King. The Flamen was too idealistic, and too soft. True change required sacrifices, and repeating what Ignacio would want would not make the Rogues and Flight suddenly change their opinion. The fire god was not their god.
“We don’t have anyone with us, but we would send a suitable person at the first opportunity, of course. I know it is a bit of a voyage, but we are committed to this alliance”, Neal said confidently, knowing that this was something Pel would back him up on.
He looked at Pel again, feeling both distinctly out of place, and like he was exactly where he belonged. Neal had never really believed in Pel’s gospel, but it was hard not to when things were going to well.
“If the war goes our way, we can offer true, honest trade, not the bundle of secrets Talori has given you. There is great bounty to be had in Aquore, and I’m sure a great lot can be gained from this friendship”, he said, before adding: “For all parties.”
He for one would not say no to many of the wonderful Aodhian crafts on display, nor to a free travel between the two countries, as hazardous as the journey might be.
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Post by galekxy on Aug 8, 2019 21:05:27 GMT -6
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WC: 258 | Post 5 The Flamen spoke again, speaking with a hesitance on exchanging ambassadors. Something Hyperion could relate to- it was never easy to give up one of your own to another herd, but this was no for it. Ambassadors often knew of the risks associated, and they accepted that upon accepting the rank. Hyperion had been an agent of Talori himself, and had known from the start that it wouldn't always be perfect.
"Flamen, I understand your misgivings, but you must understand any ambassador we receive would never see any sort of battle. We would never risk the life of someone not ready for combat- or our friendship with an ally. Our base of operations is a secret we hold dearly, and not a place that would be discovered easily. I assure you the utmost safety of any Aodhian we welcome into our home.
"But I must also say that of course there could still be risks. There is with anything, but if we did not face risks and take those chances than we would never achieve anything that we wish for. It is only the nature of the life that we live." As Hyperion spoke, he spoke of everyone- not just those in battle. But about general life. To him, it sounded as if this flamen did not take many of these chances. Hyperion hoped, that if anything, he had put the flamen's mind at ease; even if just a little bit. He did not want the King to start questioning any of these decisions that had been made.
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