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Post by Dry-oasis on Jul 15, 2017 12:01:46 GMT -6
 Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 402: I'll Scratch Your Back...
Leader: Osprey and Hawkeye
Participants: Rycaron, Midas, Cardinal, Adonis, Embryss, Pagan, Yeshua, Nicodemus, Nafisa, Abram
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 or doing something with another character!
- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone.
- You must reach the end of the plot to receive chapter rewards.
- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't.
Prompt: Things are tense all over, and that point is made even clearer as the leaders of the Serorans and Talori plan to come together with their advisors in tow. There have been rumors of a possible alliance between the two factions, but from what you've seen, it doesn't look promising... It's up to you to influence the change you wish to see.
Time Of Day: Morning
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jul 15, 2017 18:27:40 GMT -6
Autumn was upon them now, the Sage thought, glancing toward where the sun was making its climb on the horizon. A new season had slipped up on them while he and his fellow Talorians stayed as refugees within Osulas. Thankfully the Serorans had continued to be welcoming and understanding, something Rycaron had remained grateful for. But there was always a price...always. His mind bent toward that and the news that had been circulating. It was odd to hear things from rumor alone, cut off from a network of informants like he was here. But he had done his best to learn all he could, just as he had when he had been stationed in Aodh...though perhaps it had been fated that he would be stationed there, considering the rumors that had been spreading.
Talk of war, of an encroaching conflict from Aodh and perhaps even the War Forged.
With a deep sigh, the hippocampus finished climbing the steps, gaze alighting on the communal meeting place that his Emperor and Sultan Osprey had called them to. He identified the others he knew would also have been summoned to such a meeting, all the advisors of the land, whom he had managed to meet with briefly during his stay so at least he knew their names, and could put them to faces. Information, something to never be scoffed at or squandered.
The Sage dipped his head slightly in a polite greeting to those approaching, an amiable expression on features as he strode forward to the front of the room, taking his rightful place beside Hawkeye.
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Post by fynli on Jul 15, 2017 21:47:24 GMT -6
Adonis Turn your face towards the sun, let the shadows fall behind you Donny hated business meetings.
He could remember when he was a child the council meetings his mother would always attend. They always seemed so dull and boring to him when he was younger. There were no fun and games in politics. He had always secretly thanked Alya for guiding him along the path of a medicine horse - there were no reasons for uptight formal appearances.
Now here he was, standing with others that he loved on the brink of war and trying to forge what he would call an acquaintance with the Talorians.
For a split second, Adonis wished that Adhara was here instead of him.
No. Donny scolded himself for wishing on things that were impossible. It had been three months and yet, he couldn't shake off the guilt. Adhara was gone and it was his responsibility to uphold her legacy. Osprey didn't choose just anyone to be the Wiseman.
Still, his anxiety rose with the sun. The quiet was unbearable and he couldn't help but shift his hooves to keep him steady. Thankfully, the ones closest to his heart were there alongside him. Nico, Pagan, and Yeshua, all his family. He spared a quick glance to his mate, silently quipping in his mind about not being in the last meeting with him.
Movement caught his eye and he watched as a chestnut hippocampus made their way to the group. The Sage, Donny reminded himself, ceasing his fidgeting hooves to straighten his neck and appear more formal. Gods, he was bad at this.
Never in his life would he have imagined he would have been in the presence of the Emperor. And now was certainly not the time to crack a joke. Words: 283
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Post by Elphora on Jul 15, 2017 22:22:17 GMT -6
Cardinal it will try to change; it will clamor for clarity word count: 288 | reference | post 1
The dawn brought with it fresh expectations and anxieties. As the great golden sun - symbolic of a menace that stalked them even now - climbed higher into Alya's wide sky, Cardinal rolled up the old parchment he had been perusing and added it to the increasingly chaotic pile that cluttered his workspace. The library was in an abnormal state of disarray; For weeks now, the Councillor had been pouring through every tome and notation he had procured, searching for any information that might shed light on the ill fate that awaited them. For once, however, the books were largely unhelpful. A war with Aodh was unprecedented; Not since the God's War had such violence and bloodshed been promised to the sands of Sedo. Weary and grim, Cardinal downed the last of his tea and ascended the many winding sandstone stairways that led higher into Osulas with the rising of pale morning light. He was not the first to reach the council circle to which they had been summoned. The stallion entered on the heels of the rich-hued chestnut Talorian Sage, and bowed his head respectfully in turn to those who had already gathered. Sweeping his long ivory tail aside so as not to trip anyone (or himself), the Councillor moved to stand beside the familiar golden tones and bright cerulean feathers of the Wiseman, Adonis. A respectful hush seemed to have settled in the space in anticipation of the arrival of the Sultan and the Emperor - Two of the most powerful political figures in all Hireath, brought together by foul circumstance and necessity. As his garnet eyes roamed the assorted figures, Cardinal offered a silent prayer to the winged goddess that hope would be born of this portentous meeting. |
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 15, 2017 23:19:22 GMT -6
Pagan
Pagan squinted as he stood, looking quite disheveled, beside his elder brother. His feathers lay ruffled, wings pulled tight to his body as he tried his best to hide the disaster they were in. He had been up half the night and when sleep had finally claimed him, it had left him haphazardly splayed across his desk, feathers tangled and drool steadily leaking from his mouth. The morning sun had (quite rudely) woken him and nearly gave the stallion a heart attack as he hurried to ready himself and meet with the others as planned.
Scowl deepening, Pagan squeezed his eyes shut as he thought about what he must look like to the others. Gods, this was terrible. Inhaling deeply, Pagan opened his eyes once more to gaze ahead through his rose tinted glasses. After various months spent in Breim, Pagan had slowly become accustomed to the cool darkness that the caves of Sireath offered, the need for his glasses growing smaller each time he visited. Sure, he needed them whenever he spent time outside for long periods of time but Pagan had actually become accustomed to seeing everything without the pink glaze that his world currently had. But now? well now he was home, and home meant long open spaces with nothing but the passing shade of a cloud to hide you from the sun. Pagan's head ached constantly, and if it weren't for these damned glasses he doubted he would be able to stand outside for more than a minute.
Sighing softly, Pagan flicked his ears and finally lifted his gaze from the ground just in time to see Cardinal join their small gathering. He tried to smile, really he did, but it came out more of a... half assed opening of the mouth. Clenching his jaw, Pagan tried to stand taller, to look more refined as he shifted his feathers once more.
Emporer or not, the Pegasus would never be caught looking less than beautiful.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 16, 2017 2:22:44 GMT -6
Hawkeye The age of man is over
A darkness comes at dawn
These lessons that we've learned here
Have only just begun
Osulas’s dry, sandy air bit at the inside of the bay’s nostrils as he stood quietly in the place he was to meet with the Sultan and those who would advise him. This place was miserable, and the Emperor hated everything about it. Without giving it a second thought, Hawkeye called upon his water manipulation, just enough to keep himself and the air around him mildly damp. ‘Much better.’ He thought to himself, glancing towards the door as the Sage entered the large room moving to stand next to his Emperor. Hawke nodded slightly, acknowledging his friend as the chestnut stallion settled into place beside him.
Hawkeye’s gaze shifted towards the door once again as more equines began trickling in. He stood unmoving as they entered, waiting for the Sultan to arrive. They had business to attend to after all, and the Emperor was not in the mood to play games. A lesser horse may have felt nervous in that moment, but for Hawkeye, there was too much at stake to let such emotions take root. His homeland was falling apart, and his herd was suffering. They needed him now more than ever, and he was confident he wouldn’t fail them.
Quietly, Hawkeye found himself studying the horses who had entered. He had seen them all around, doing various things from day to day since his arrival, but the Emperor hadn’t had much interaction with them, at least not until today. He was careful to keep his expression neutral, even though his disgust for the pegasi here was already beginning to wear on his patience. Usually he wouldn’t have even given the pegasi a thought, but today he would be negotiating with them. It felt wrong, especially after everything that had recently happened in Inaria, but not near as wrong as returning home without aid did. ‘Cascade, grant me your wisdom…’ He thought as his gaze shifted from one pegasus to another. Today was going to be a long day….
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 16, 2017 7:54:37 GMT -6
Midas
Seroran ambassador
The games of politics always brought Midas some sort of thrill. It felt great knowing that he could be of some kind of influence in the mids of it all. It was a feeling that gave him gratification in a way it was possibly not supposed to, but did nonetheless. Yes, normally it was a game Midas thoroughly enjoyed. Today however as he walked into the room they would be holding conference in, he felt little of said thrill, his chest instead astir with what one could call nervousness, but what the bay stallion refused to recognize as such. No, he was merely infected by the tension that hung around the room, all parties involved knowing all too well what was riding on this, yet also aware of the still fragile bond between their herds.
Midas felt that odd sensation again as he politely greeted the emperor and Rycaron in Talorian fashion and proceeded to greet the other occupants in the Seroran way. It felt like his two worlds were clashing in a way they were not supposed to and it left him reeling in their wake. Despite the time he had had to adjust, it was still difficult to him to be home and yet still bound by the acts of diplomacy and all that came along with it. It was almost surreal and made him feel bound in a less than pleasant way. Another reason for him to hope that this whole ordeal would be over sooner rather than later.
He took his place within the room, trying to read the situation. It was clear everyone was beyond serious right now and it was no surprise they were. Midas somehow was stuck in between, both their plights calling on his sympathies. Though his own herd always would have the upper hand in wars waged in his heart, he could hardly ignore others who had taken up space within it as well. Having spent many a year in Aquore, he had made friends in Talori and even found love as well. For their herds to work together would very much be best interest of both.
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Post by silkeye on Jul 16, 2017 10:25:11 GMT -6
Silent was the Mullah as she entered the room. Outwardly she appeared elegant and poised as she seized her spot within the circle, her eyes cast downward and away from the various figures in the room as she made her way. This act however was only to protect her from visibly being uncomfortable and anxious, how well would the Talorian officials receive her and her fellow council members if she had seemed so strained? How would they all react if they could hear her thunderous heart beat? Nafisa forced her eyes up, stealing glances from around the room and gauging the others. Most had worn the same neutral face, perhaps they had the same anxieties as she felt or perhaps they were better versed in handling situations as these.
Alya had comforted her for as long as she could remember however she felt no comfort in this room, no sense of familiarity in this affair. The only relief to her tension came in the form of her hope of impacting this for the better in some way. "Why else would the Sultan call upon me if he did not trust in my influence?" Nafisa thought, why else would Alya put her here if not to do good?
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Post by Kytte on Jul 16, 2017 12:33:21 GMT -6
It had been a tumultuous few months for the Ambassador who silently walked up the stairs of Osulas. With each step of her copper shoes echoed an uncomfortable feeling that rang through the canyon walls. Today, she, the Sultan and members of the council would meet with an unlikely “ally” and hopefully broker a successful alliance between Serora and The Talori. With the war effort imminent from the Aodhians and War-Forged, time was of the essence. Although hopeful that the Talorian Council may see reason, there was an uneasy feeling in the air. After all, Talori culture was shrouded in mystery and the average Seroran was distrustful to the culture whose prejudice of pegusai was very clear. However, something needed to give as many of the Royal Talorians had been seeking shelter within the borders of Sedo.
Embryss reached the rest of the gathering; two Talorians which she understood as the Sage and the Emperor himself and the rest of the Seroran Council and family. She dipped her head in deep respect of the Talorian Emperor Hawkeye and his Sage and then stood alongside her Sultan and other council members.
Not too many months ago she found herself in a similar situation where she met with members of the stone circle within the borders of Onea to hopefully broker a deal with War-Forged to prevent this very threat from happening. However, Embryss soon realised that the bonds of fire and iron ran far deeper than she could ever permeate and the two most isolated herds of Hiraeth could not be allied this day. Deep in her heart she felt guilt that she could not prevent the now advancing war-forged and Aodh; some of them friends and even lovers now would turn their horns and hearts against Serora. It was important for Embryss to not think catastrophic, but on this day she had failed.
There was a flicker of hope today. She would do her best to write a wrong. She waited for the two herd leaders to greet and commence the negotiations.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2017 14:32:40 GMT -6
nicodemus just give me something to believe in Nicodemus arrived at the meeting the way he arrived anywhere: mostly late, lightly filthy and grinning broadly. He crackled with the energy of anyone fresh from a voyage, and even though he had had the decency to wash his face of the road dust, his clothes and gemstone hooves were subtly beige from wind-whipped sand. He slowed his trot to a walk once entering the shelter of the gathering room, tossing his springy forelock. "Gusty out!" he announced to the solemn chamber. His time-worn saddlebags slapped his sides as he gave a thorough shake, creating a tan halo of sand around himself for a brief moment.
He took his place beside Nafisa as her Mullah counterpart, and total opposite. Everywhere Nafisa was poised, conscious, neutral, the inelegant mule was animated, unpolished, looking brightly at the gathered figures. When he met Nafisa's tense sideways look, Nicodemus gave her a toothy and reassuring smile.
Unsurprisingly, Nicodemus found many of his favorite faces present (among them Adonis, a friend so old he was nearly a brother, and the bookish Cardinal for whom Nico had unique affection), and each received a similar moment of recognition before the Mullah settled his attention on Hawkeye. The Talori were a people Nico had only heard about from the mouths of rogues and refugees. His general impression was not kind.
The very name of the Isles of the Dead had a ruthless ring, and the subtle (but apparent) prejudice against Alya's winged children that colored interactions with Aquorians lifted Nico's hackles. As he took in the Emperor, with his fine silks and gravitas, Nico's smile remained carefully in place. His face tightened around his eyes, squinting slightly.
Nico understood as well as anyone the storm brewing on Serora's horizon, but he'd be damned before he treated this meeting like a funeral. Serora's people were strong, uniquely so. Nico had spent years in Valore, he knew the frivolity and excess of Aodh. He didn't expect they would last long in the desert, with or without this Emperor's gilded soldiers. He didn't speak --he had enough sense to stay quiet until Osprey started the conversation-- but a glimmer in his eye suggested he had plenty to say. post 1 | 368 words |
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Post by Queerly on Jul 19, 2017 0:03:49 GMT -6
Yeshua
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Amidst the otherwise silent assembly, Yeshua cleared his throat. Every eye turned in his direction, expectant. His regret was instantaneous. The Councillor searched for something to say - a word, a greeting, an excuse for the absence of their Sultan who was likely attending to something that could not wait - but every possibility was like sand to the wind.
'Greetings, esteemed friends.' No, that would require a follow-up he didn't have.
'I apologize on behalf of my Sultan. I'm certain his tardiness is due to some important circumstance-' No. Likely true, but Osprey did not need someone else to speak for him.
'It's windy today, isn't it?' Gods, no.
Yeshua let a silent sigh slip through his nose, nostrils flaring. His eyes caught sight of his brothers, Abram and the younger Pagan. He wondered where Joanna was, and surmised tomfoolery was the answer. It seemed appropriate she should play while her brothers discussed tumultuous futures, and he envied her that. The herd at large could afford an easy day in the oasis, but those gathered in this room knew the weight of nations upon their shoulders. It was a somber affair, disquieting, and appropriately so-
"Gusty out!" Came Nicodemus' greeting.
Yeshua closed his eyes and inhaled. When he opened them, his eyes focused on the foreigners he hadn't quite decided to like. "Indeed it is. Emperor Hawkeye, Sage Rycaron, it is always an honor. How is the Zuiseset treating you?"
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 21, 2017 0:56:13 GMT -6
Hawkeye The age of man is over
A darkness comes at dawn
These lessons that we've learned here
Have only just begun
The emperor nodded in silent acknowledgement as Midas, the Seroran ambassador to the Talori entered the room. He was grateful the experienced equine had managed to make it to Sedo with him, knowing the ambassador would play a crucial part in these negotiations.
More Serorans began making their way into the large, open room, and still the Sultan was no where to be seen. Two more pegasi wandered in, and Hawke couldn't help but feel vastly outnumbered. Even with his position as Emperor, he could tell he'd have a huge disadvantage in these negotiations. His mind raced as he began mulling over all the possible arrangements that could be made, and the arguments that could accompany each of them. If the Sultan was going to make him wait, he'd at least put the time to good use.
Hawkeye's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as a stocky, rather dusty looking unicorn stepped into the the room, almost shouting as he did. "Gusty out!" The strange stallion stood out like a sore thumb among the rest of the Serorans, and Hawkeye had to wonder what his position there was. Too outspoken to be any sort of servant, but he seemed far too rough around the edges to truly belong among the group that had previously gathered. The emperor knew in his heart of hearts that this stallion would be trouble, and he found himself instinctively disliking the spotted creature.
"Indeed it is. Emperor Hawkeye, Sage Rycaron, it is always an honor. How is the Zuiseset treating you?" A voice from across the room broke through the awkwardness, responding to the strange stallion before addressing the foreigners. Hawke paused, studying the winged equine briefly before opening his mouth to speak, choosing his words carefully. "The weather has been a bit more harsh than what I am used to, but your people have been incredibly hospitable and generous to us all. My children seem quite taken with your herd and their ways. " The emperor's voice was calm and even as he spoke, knowing he had to be cautious if any sort of alliance was to be struck.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Jul 21, 2017 15:45:06 GMT -6
Aqua gaze centered on the doors, watching as equine after equine stepped into the chambers and took their place. Most looked well kept, solemn, dignified. A few didn't, especially the loud mule that came in towards the end. The Sage hide his disapproving expression, making sure his mask stayed firmly in place. He would not slip this day, his herd could not afford any insults. The loud, dirty creature must have a purpose for being called to this meeting, and from his demeanor, Rycaron could only assume it was because he usually took a bit of a different stand point from the norm. That or he was related to someone, and those kind of connections were simply not right, when dealing with matters of state. He truly wished that weren't the case.
There were actually only a few pegasi present, which was quite the relief to the hippocampus. He had feared the room would be packed, and he would be seriously outnumbered by the sinners. While his skin still crawled a little to be in such a confined space with everyone, especially that unwashed mule (did he ever bath, truly?), it was better than he had imagined. So long as said mule didn't come close enough to touch him, or brush against him, that is. It was almost with a sigh of relief that his felt his old friend using his blessing, creating a small damp aura about himself. Of course, it didn't extend far, and only brushed against Rycaron's fins beside him, but it still felt /good/ to feel some damp air.
The stallion dipped his head to Midas, a bit more deeply than he had the others, since he knew the other stallion much better, before gaze turned to Yeshua, who actually spoke to them, breaking the silence a second time. He listened as his Emperor spoke, before lifting his own voice into the conversation. "It is true, they have been enjoying the sights and a few adventures, and have made a few friends. Everyone has been very kind and welcoming to us, and this land is beautiful if drier than we would like," the diplomat replied, curling lips up in an amiable smile, and figuring the equine would appreciate the actual truth.
"Since sleep has been a little hard to come by, I have found myself greatly admiring the sunrises over the desert," Rycaron admitted, brain churning for something to say into the silence, while they waited the arrival of the Sultan. Hopefully it was for a good reason, and not simply a political move, which would be quite foolish.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Jul 22, 2017 10:51:49 GMT -6
Osprey's morning did not go according to plan. Abram was able to drop their son, Noatak, off with Saleen, some of the other young Serorans and the visiting Talori children, but Hanani's planned caretaker was late. Abram had left their home earlier, thinking Osprey would be following along shortly. Eventually the caretaker for their young kirin daughter showed up, but Osprey was already late. He rushed out the door, quickly walking through the hard streets of Osulas to the communal room, all the while having to return greetings and explain that he couldn't chat at the moment. The pegasus opened the door to the pale rainbow streaked room carved out of the canyon walls, his mauve sides were gently heaving from his hasty walk over. As he entered the room he shook his head, setting his blue-ish hair back in place from the wind.
"Greetings Emperor" the Sultan said with a tint of sheepishness in his tone as he shifted his new partly amputated wing into a more comfortable position. Gold eyes darted around the room, checking all who made it (on time), with a gentle nod to each of his fellow Serorans. "Excuse my lateness, Emperor Hawkeye, my apologies. I hope Alya's desert and my brethren have been treating you and your family well." His gaze shifted to his party, "And they were able to keep you entertained until my arrival." The Sultan looked back at Hawkeye, covered in luxurious fabric and metals, "I'm sure you understand how it can be sometimes with little ones." he added in hastily with a small, dorky grin.
The Sultan cleared his throat and collected himself from his embarrassing lateness, "So, you wished to speak of an alliance today?"
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 24, 2017 14:51:05 GMT -6
Midas | Seroran ambassador
Midas watched as more horse trickled in, growing more and more restless as they waited for their Sultan to appear. At some point Nicodemus appeared and gave everyone a cheery greeting, breaking the silence in the room. Midas didn’t know whether to be thankful or mortified. Either way it seemed the silence was broken as quiet conversation filled the room. Midas listened carefully as the emperor spoke, trying to gauge his mood. His children came up and Midas wondered what exactedly the Talorian leader felt about his children liking their herd. He had had a taste of the two himself and imagined the Talorians would not be all be too grateful if their children were ‘spoiled by their deviant ways’. Ridiculous but it was the way they were raised.
At last the sultan made his entrance, Midas dipping his head in respect. He apologized and Midas smiled slightly at the mzntion of little ones. Yes, they could take up your time like no other. A pang of regret flashed through him, but he quickly pushed it aside. This was not the time for such things. Straightening himself, he gave the room a quick glance as the conversation started. He had to be attentive. It was bussines now.
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Post by PaganStars on Jul 24, 2017 21:12:33 GMT -6
Pagan
Stifling a yawn, Pagan flicked his ears and ruffled his feathers as a shiver ran up his spine, frazzling his appearance even more. It wasn't from cold, that was damned sure. Looking around the room once more, Pagan caught the eye of his brother for a moment before he turned back. Pagan could tell that he was trying to think of something to say to break the pregnant silence that was currently engulfing the room. Glancing at the door, Pagan prayed that the sultan would enter soon, clear the air and let the real talks begin. Gods, he could only hope-
Suddenly came Nicodemus' curt greeting, all but shattering the awkward silence and drawing all eyes to him. Pagan was sure that he had not smiled in weeks, but he couldn't help but smirk slightly, even as his brother sharply inhaled and began working his jaw. Turning to look at Donny, Pagan couldn't help but smile again and shake his head at the antics of Nicodemus, even though they had surely cleared the air. Sighing softly the pegasus gave his attention to the foreigners before craning his neck and beginning to gently soothe the more stubborn feathers of his wings with his magenta teke, making sure that each one lay snugly against the other. It wasn't long before his wings sat neatly folded against his back once more and their long awaited Sultan walked through the door. He nodded his head once in greeting to the Sultan before turning his attention to the matter at hand.
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Post by Elphora on Jul 25, 2017 1:47:11 GMT -6
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It was a tense air that awaited the arrival of the Sultan, as still and somber as the situation deserved. Cardinal thought that he could feel the undercurrent of malignant thought thrumming like the plucked string of a harp and resonating through each individual present; They brought with them their own fears and grievances to this meeting. It was important to remember that they also brought with them their hope - Without it, the war would already have been lost. As the minutes stretched by, the Councillor felt the silence thicken, broken only by the rustle of pegasi feathers and the overly-polite, stilted conversation between Yeshua and the Emperor. The arrival of the Mullah Nafisa was a welcome surprise; He hoped that her pious, respectable presence would remind those present to be on their best behavior in the eyes of gods and kin. Of course, not all Mullahs inspired such calm reverence. The familiar sound of Nicodemus' lively voice warmed the librarian's weathered heart at once, though his expression ranged oddly from delighted to concerned in the barest instant it took to recall Nico's somewhat strongly opinionated manner of negotiation. Cardinal could only silently beg Alya that the mule would mind his manners as Osprey finally swept into the chamber, his presence a welcome relief from the heavy burden of waiting. Respectfully standing aside to make room for the Sultan, he took a deep breath and held it a long moment in his lungs, mentally preparing for a long, messy discussion. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 10:39:02 GMT -6
nicodemus don't let your heart grow cold The eyes that turned to Nicodemus had no visible effect on him. It wasn't in his nature to be cowed by disapproving looks, not since his days as a labor slave had come to an end. A brass prosthetic eye and two branded flanks were the only souvenirs he kept from a life of servitude; the freedom he'd found in Sedo (and in Alya) had helped him do away with the silence and trepidation he was saddled with in bondage. After becoming Seroran, a harsh word or a narrowed eye didn't fill him with fear the way it used to. His fate wasn't anyone's but his own now.
He met Hawkeye's weighing stare with a polite smile.
Osprey's belated entrance drew a murmur of greetings from the gathered Serorans, and Nico's voice was among them. Osprey was the kind of leader that people deserved; freely chosen, humble and courageous. He worked alongside the rest of Sedo, lighting the way ahead with an understanding hand, not ruling. He was a symbol of the honest land Nicodemus was ready and willing to fight for, someone Nico would follow.
He couldn't say the same for the Emperor, whose very title smacked of self-identified eminence. The ornaments hanging from his body, and the cautious choosiness of his words told Nicodemus everything he wanted to know about the Talori leader. The Sage's awkward pleasantries almost made Nico open his mouth, but he smacked his lips silently instead, choosing to wait. post 2 | 245 words |
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Post by GingerBlues on Jul 30, 2017 17:07:23 GMT -6
Hawkeye The age of man is over
A darkness comes at dawn
These lessons that we've learned here
Have only just begun
"Excuse my lateness, Emperor Hawkeye, my apologies. I hope Alya's desert and my brethren have been treating you and your family well. And they were able to keep you entertained until my arrival. I'm sure you understand how it can be sometimes with little ones. So, you wished to speak of an alliance today?"
The Sultan's voice was cheerful, if mildly apologetic as he spoke, and his manner was far more laid back than what Hawkeye would have expected. So much in fact that when Osprey entered the room, the rest of the Serorans seemed to relax, almost as if a heavy weight had been lifted off their shoulders. It was strange, to be sure, but the Emperor had only the hope of an alliance on his mind in that moment. He'd have to put aside all preconceptions of pegasi and the disabled if he were to make it through this meeting with what he needed, and even still, it was something easier said than done.
Dipping his head respectfully, he responded to the leader of the land. "I do understand indeed. My own little ones can be quite a hoof full at times." He smiled slightly, trying to match the Sultans manner. "Your brethren have been most accommodating, and while the desert is much drier than I am accustomed to, it is a beautiful land to be sure, I have seen wonders here I would have never imagined could exist." The slight smile grew as he spoke.
Pausing for a moment, he looked about the room, studying each of the smiling Seroran faces that hid the thick skepticism in the room. 'You're on thin Ice already Hawke, and it's a warm day...' He thought to himself, opening his mouth to speak again. "Yes. I would like to discuss an alliance between our two herds. Such a mutually beneficial relationship could prove quite useful for us both in the coming months." Inhaling slowly, he continued. "We both have enemies that wish our destruction, and we can provide much needed aid to each other in these dark times." Hawke nodded slightly as he finished speaking, flicking his ears back slightly as we waited for a response.
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Post by fynli on Jul 31, 2017 21:43:46 GMT -6
Adonis Turn your face towards the sun, let the shadows fall behind you As more familiar faces shuffled in, Donny took a soft breath to relax, feeling how stiff his wings were. Nico's entrance was enough to make him smile briefly, a quiet laugh leaving him as he could only sense Yeshua's reaction.
Osprey finally made his entrance and in a brief moment the wiseman forgot his place, yearning to reach out and ask Osprey how his children were. He held himself back though, remembering his role and letting the silence fall after the two leaders formally started the meeting. There would be plenty of time after this to go see Hanani and Noatak.
Donny let his mind wander through the questions he thought a wiseman should ask, wondering what would be appropriate and what would be considered out of line. He'd had bitter experiences with Talorians before, he certainly didn't want a sour note creeping into his tone. He finally honed in on a question that bothered him since the confirmation of war had first touched his ears, and if no one else was going to speak first, he might as well.
He swallowed his anxiety, forcing his hooves to move him forward slightly. "How many of your people can offer aid?" Donny was surprised to find his voice steady as heads turned to face him. He ignored them, staring directly at the Emperor. He knew how they looked at him, knew how they didn't see what he was. Thankfully, no one said anything outright but the stares still made him shudder.
The question stemmed from his fear of being outnumbered. Sure, Alya's people were all trained in some sort of defense and they had skilled warriors on their side. The drought many months ago had taken many lives though, how many more were they willing to risk?
Glancing quickly at Osprey, Adonis continued, his body posture held high to hopefully hide the fact that he was terrified of saying the wrong thing. "From your words alone, thousands are dead and the rest are imprisoned. How many of them are capable of combat?"
And how many of them are willing to fight alongside pegasi? The words did not leave Donny's lips but his gaze held the question as he waited for a response.
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Post by Kytte on Aug 1, 2017 17:00:40 GMT -6
The room remained silent for some time; it was almost uncomfortable and she began to wonder what the Talorians thought of them and their late-coming Sultan. Such a thought would not usually bother her as Serora seemed to run on its own time, but from her travels, other herds were far less relaxed. The silence continued until Nicodemus entered in a cloud of dust and cheer of which Embryss was very thankful for ”He always knew how to cut through the tension” she smiled to herself briefly. Yeshua and the two Talorians began to speak amongst themselves when suddenly Osprey entered the room. Finally. We can begin.
"Excuse my lateness, Emperor Hawkeye, my apologies. I hope Alya's desert and my brethren have been treating you and your family well. And they were able to keep you entertained until my arrival. I'm sure you understand how it can be sometimes with little ones. So, you wished to speak of an alliance today?"
Embryss paid close attention to the room and the two leaders talking. She had her doubts and Adonis had raised some very important issues, how many could offer aid indeed? It presented an untimely opportunity wherein Serora needed to bolster its forces as a war-march was on the way and Talori had imprisoned and dying peoples right now as they spoke in the cave. Embryss had seen the war forged, and although they were mostly a ground force, they were strong and determined. That paired with Aodhs technologically advanced war machines and tactics meant for a lethal combination…
Her voice joined Adonis’s “No doubt you are aware of the war-band that is sowly descending towards Sedo; Aodh and War-Forged together.” she paused and took a moment to read the room before continuing. ”I know not much of Aodh or their power in battle, only what I have heard from Syria or from legend…but I know it is to be feared…” The hoped she was not stepping the mark and chose her next words carefully, “That combined with the ferocity of War-Forged, to whom I have had the fearful pleasure of watching them train and learn their tactics during my time as an Ambassador there…” she paused, and felt the pang of guilt for her failtures, and buried them deep. This was now and this was different. ”They do have their weaknesses…and no doubt your enemies have them as well. Emperor Hawkeye, Rycaron, What more can you tell us about the threat that faces you in the south?"
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Post by PaganStars on Aug 2, 2017 16:24:46 GMT -6
Pagan
Pagan did not wish to be the first one to speak after the greetings between the two leaders, so when Adonis stepped forward and offered his thoughts Pagan let out a soft sigh of relief, glancing at the blue winged Pegasus. The questions he asked piqued Pagan's own interest, his mind wondering about the bold group that had all but taken control of the Talori capital, sending its Emporer and the royal family into hiding in strange lands.
When fellow ambassador Empryss stepped forward to speak, Pagan listened respectfully, wings calm as she told of the allies that Aodh had and who they might be up against. Again, her last question set Pagan's mind racing again and before he could help himself he was speaking as well. "Yes, I would like to know a little more about them as well. Your people, Emporer Hawkeye, are keen on their privacy, as one should be I might add... but this group amassed such a large attack, something must have provoked them?" he finished, glancing at his elder brother and realizing that he may have overstepped his boundaries. Bowing his head a little (a habit from his time in Breim), Pagan looked to the Emporer "I do not mean to offend, of course. And I'm sure that these questions could be answered at a later date" he finished, gulping silently. Gods how he wished he was back in Nariah having a nice cup of tea with Hotaru.
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 3, 2017 21:00:48 GMT -6
Hawkeye The age of man is over
A darkness comes at dawn
These lessons that we've learned here
Have only just begun
"How many of your people can offer aid? From your words alone, thousands are dead and the rest are imprisoned. How many of them are capable of combat?"
Sharp, green eyes turned to the wiseman as he spoke, drawing the attention of the enitre room.A fair question, he figured, but not one he was entirely sure how to answer. The emperor remained rather expressionless, mulling over what his next words would be as another voice piped up with more questions.
“No doubt you are aware of the war-band that is slowly descending towards Sedo; Aodh and War-Forged together. I know not much of Aodh or their power in battle, only what I have heard from Syria or from legend…but I know it is to be feared… That combined with the ferocity of War-Forged, to whom I have had the fearful pleasure of watching them train and learn their tactics during my time as an Ambassador there…They do have their weaknesses…and no doubt your enemies have them as well. Emperor Hawkeye, Rycaron, What more can you tell us about the threat that faces you in the south?"
Hawkeye continued formulating answers in his mind, ones that would satisfy the Seroran's curiosity without dwelling too much on what was lost and turning the focus instead on what could be gained. Opening his mouth to speak, yet another voice chimed in with even more questions.
"Yes, I would like to know a little more about them as well. Your people, Emporer Hawkeye, are keen on their privacy, as one should be I might add... but this group amassed such a large attack, something must have provoked them? I do not mean to offend, of course. And I'm sure that these questions could be answered at a later date"
Up til this point, Hawkeye's face had managed to remain rather neutral, but as the rather flashy pegasus spoke, it grew more difficult to hide his irritation. Was this the Seroran way? To ask question in rapid succession and not allow for an answer. It seemed incredibly rude to the Aquorian emperor, though he continued to shove his personal feeling aside. Now was not the time or place for emotional thinking. Instead he inhaled deeply, looking from face to face as he began to speak.
"We have done nothing to gain their ire other than worship our goddess in peace. Terrorist attacks often have no purpose aside from instilling terror in the hearts of those they attack. Though if you truly must believe that they were provoked, I doubt I will be able to change your mind. " He snorted softly, forcing himself to push his growing irritation aside. "What I can tell you of our foe is they are small in number. It was only through a well timed attack that they were able to subdue my people. With a small, efficient army and careful planning, it wouldn't be difficult to retake my homeland." He paused, turning to look at Adonis before he continued. "As far as numbers go, yes, thousands have been slaughtered, but many more still remain. My people are resilient, and we will have sufficient numbers to help push back against those who would threaten your home." Hawkeye's gaze shifted to the sultan as he continued. "Along with trained warriors and healers, we can also provide numerous, valuable resources, as my homeland is blessed with a wealth of them. Food, supplies, potions, poisons, weapons, and armor, all of which we would be willing to share in return."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 4, 2017 1:35:02 GMT -6
Midas | Seroran ambassador
Midas felt out of place. Normally he was the one delivering word between two parties, but at this moment both parties were present and speaking for themselves. Where did that leave him?
Difficult questions made their way over the table, some more painful than others. He couldn't hide a visible flinch at the question their new wise man threw so harshly at them. He understood the need to ask. It was a neccesity, but also gave way to memories he didn't want to think about. Blood on the streets, screams. Yes, many were indeed dead and of many more the faith unknown. He worried for the friends he had made there and he worried for Ivarra.
The emperor formulated answers to the questions that followed eachother rapidly. Midas knew it would be considered rude to not allowed time for respite between them. He decided that perhaps the word of a Seroran would help settle his herdmates and stop them from persueing reasons behind the attack. There were reasons of course, but he doubted it were reasons the Talorians saw or recognized. At the moment at least.
"I can see it in both our herds’ best interests to form such alliance, my brethren. These terrorists indeed seem to be in smaller number and came from the sky." His eyes slid towards the emperor and sage, letting them know the next words were addressed at them as well. "As Serorans this is one of our areas of expertise. I am not as well-schooled in combat or strategics, but I would like to say we have an asset in this domain to match if not outdo the rogue party." His words were well articulated and voice smooth, as usual making whatever he said as reasonable and attractive as possible. He wasn't quite sure how much he could and needed to reveal in this moment though. Surely the emperor didn't want to sent his herdmates in without telling them of their infrastructure. Their herd was a secret, but to go unprepared into battle, finding cities instead of whatever it was that was located on the isles of the dead. It would be almost suicidal. He hoped the Talorians would take the lead in revealing information though. He wasn't about to destroy herd relations over it quite yet nor did he disvalue his life. For the time being he would say this though.
"They were wrong to attack Talori herd in this matter." Some passion crept in his voice, dislike at the other party, disgust. He didn't think it would hurt his case on this occasion, so he allowed himself to. "Mass murder is always unjust, no matter which reasons they may have." And they had, he knew they had all too painfully. But blood for blood was nothing but a downwards spiral. If anything it worsened the situations. Alya nor Cascade would be smiling down upon this. It would sadden their hearts to see there children fight like this. He knew it must.
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Post by Queerly on Aug 4, 2017 3:44:03 GMT -6
Yeshua
Put on your peacemaker and call upon your
God of war
Yeshua, who had thus far been content to watch Adonis take up the mantle as their skillful Ambassadors took turns cutting to the quick, spoke. "Forgive me if I offend." He began, lathering politeness on what he surmised would be a dangerous endeavor, "But your homeland is an enigma to us, as are her people. It has always been my understanding that the Talori were sea-faring merchants. Some would call them pirates." Yeshua's raised his brows, and wondered how heavy the word would sit. The Emperor had to be aware of the great evils his people could commit in foreign waters. From corrupt deals to missing Sedo ships, the sparse evidence they could collect always seemed to hint back at their western neighbors. He could not recall a single time that these incidents had been truly resolved, and at times Yeshua felt their own Ambassador, Midas, was not as forthcoming as he could or should be. When he looked back on the reports gathered from ambassadors long past, he found the same symptom of vagueness.
"Every year, Sedo hosts Talorians in her harbors, and I have personally met many at the dock." He continued. "I realize the 'common folk' are often a different breed from their rulers, yet there is a complete departure from the culture we have come to know as Talorian, and the entourage you brought to our shore three months ago."
He steadied his gaze on the hippocampus, keeping his expression a careful mask of neutrality. "And, when we have sent trade ships into your waters, Serorans have never been welcomed beyond your barrier islands. The mainland's geography, resources, population... we know nothing, and it is evident that that has always been your nation's intent." Again he paused, taking the time to look around the room, eyes finding each Seroran face. "We do not ask the Talorians to fight for us blindly. To wage war on foreign soil is already a grave risk. If this arrangement is to be mutually beneficial - if it is to be fair, then transparency must be demanded of both sides. Do you agree?"
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Post by GingerBlues on Aug 4, 2017 14:09:06 GMT -6
Hawkeye The age of man is over
A darkness comes at dawn
These lessons that we've learned here
Have only just begun
"I can see it in both our herds’ best interests to form such alliance, my brethren. These terrorists indeed seem to be in smaller number and came from the sky. As Serorans this is one of our areas of expertise. I am not as well-schooled in combat or strategics, but I would like to say we have an asset in this domain to match if not outdo the rogue party. They were wrong to attack Talori herd in this matter. Mass murder is always unjust, no matter which reasons they may have."
Hawke listened intently as the Seroran ambassador spoke, carefully weighing the hippocampus's words. Watching the expressions of the others in the room, the emperor tried to gauge what the Serorans were thinking, and what answers they were actually looking for to secure this alliance. As Midas finished speaking, another took up the mantle to speak. Hawke's gaze quickly shifted to the pegasus who had first greeted him earlier.
"Forgive me if I offend." Hawke snorted softly as the stallion spoke. 'I'm sorry, but I'm going to offend you now' seemed to be more accurate. Still, the emperor remained silent, listening to the stranger as he continued. "But your homeland is an enigma to us, as are her people. It has always been my understanding that the Talori were sea-faring merchants. Some would call them pirates." Hawke found himself internally rolling his eyes at the statement, though outwardly he kept his face unchanged. Pirates.... Well, such was the cost of secrecy he supposed. Such tactics had maintained years of peace within their boarders for many years.
"Every year, Sedo hosts Talorians in her harbors, and I have personally met many at the dock. I realize the 'common folk' are often a different breed from their rulers, yet there is a complete departure from the culture we have come to know as Talorian, and the entourage you brought to our shore three months ago. And, when we have sent trade ships into your waters, Serorans have never been welcomed beyond your barrier islands. The mainland's geography, resources, population... we know nothing, and it is evident that that has always been your nation's intent. We do not ask the Talorians to fight for us blindly. To wage war on foreign soil is already a grave risk. If this arrangement is to be mutually beneficial - if it is to be fair, then transparency must be demanded of both sides. Do you agree?"
"Waging war on foreign soil is always a risk, and one that we are willing to take for you, if you will do the same. I would be more than happy to share any information you would require to be as prepared as possible for this attack, should you decide to ally yourselves with us. But until such a time as you are formally our allies, I have to decline distributing such information. My loyalty is to my herd, first and foremost, and until you are for us, it must be assumed you are against us. I cannot in good conscience share any of our secrets with a potential enemy. Transparency is crucial for such things, I agree, and I will happily comply, once you have agreed to this alliance. " The emperor's gaze was hard as he continued to stare at the pegasus.
"But please, do try to remember that you are not the only ones with something to offer here." He paused, looking from the bat winged pegasus to the sultan. "If you won't aid us, we will look for it elsewhere, and we will take any assistance we could offer you with us. Yes, we're dealing with a group of terrorists within our boarders, but we aren't the ones with the biggest nation in Hireath intent on our demise." Hakeye's voice was cold as he spoke, attempting to remind these desert dwellers that he and his people were not on trial here. An alliance would be beneficial for both herds, but the lack of one would potentially be more detrimental to the Serorans, and if they wanted any kind of help from the Talori, they would have to get of their pedestal.
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Post by Dry-oasis on Aug 4, 2017 15:10:50 GMT -6
Osprey
The tawny pegasus's face appeared more tense and anxious as comments and statements were thrown at one another, each time sounding the slightest hair more abrasive than the last. The Emperor seemed to be getting more irritated at each question, though Osprey agreed, they were all good questions and he wondered the same.
Osprey let out a soft and anxious chuckle, "Please excuse my brethren for coming off so forward and possibly demanding... We realize the many helpful things you and your people have to offer us if we accept, which is truly a generous offer. But with war coming toward us, we would just like to be sure what we may be getting into before full agreement. We are tough, but few, and losing more lives on foreign soil simply is not an option for us. We need everyone that we can..." He paused for a moment to regain his composure, pain had glinted in his eyes. "Especially after the drought and trading resident vagabonds into Aodh's hooves for supplies." The sultan's breathing slightly quickened as his eyebrows furrowed, memories of the pain from agreeing to the trade, seeing and hearing families yell and cry as they were torn apart, and then returning to the oasis after being threatened with war for not giving up his child to slavery to find his best friend had passed during child labor. The past few months had been rocky but the Serorans were learning to stand on their feet again and be stronger than before, especially him. All the chaos that seemed to continually happen around him had finally been enough to pull him out of his dark slump, HE needed to be strong, for his family, for the little ones, and for all of their future. "If you could assure us the needed information as to what you will need from us, like how many warriors and how much time this endeavor will be, as we need as many bodies here to prepare as possible. I would be deeply interested in joining forces with you, if my family also agrees." He looked at those surrounding him, his face had begun to soften and relax, though he still remained serious and concerned, "How many warriors would you be able to provide to fight at our sides? I already understand your medical and food supplies are vast." |
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Post by Dream-Lark on Aug 5, 2017 18:21:09 GMT -6
Rycaron | Talori Sage
The hippocampus had remained mostly silent during the exchanges, though he had dipped his head deeply in greeting to Osprey when the Sultan had arrived. Gaze shifted from figure to figure as they took turns flinging forth questions, not even giving Hawkeye time (or he, himsef) to answer before the next had stepped forward and proffered their own inquiry. He supposed it was to be expected that lesser manners went along with sinners and those that were mentally disturbed. Things were getting off to quite the start.
Rycaron sighed, sides moving gently with the motion though he kept his diplomats mask firmly in place as his Emperor finally acquired his chance to speak and reply to the deluge.
It was quite amusinng, however, to hear that they all thought the entire Talori herd was a group of roving, rutting, and drinking pirates. Truly, why would terrorists even have bothered with them, if that were true? Yet that had been their herds intent for as long as they had been an entity, and it had served them well. They didn't need others interference...though they did currently need help.
Aqua gaze finally came to rest upon Osprey as he pressed once again for numbers, and the chestnut stallion gently cleared his throat to draw attention to himself. "At the time we left, our herd hosted roughly thirty thousand guardians that could be committed to help in your war, and one hundred ships that can be prepared for battle. In addition to this, there are the clerics and agricultarists who would offer to assist, and those rogues we are often mistaken for can be paid to set their ships and crews against the Aodh and War Forged as well." The Sage glanced about as those words lingered in the air, willing to bet he would see surprise on a few faces. Of course, no one could garuntee said rogues wouldn't also attempt to steal from the Serorans or otherwise be a bit of trouble, but most of them did as paid, and would seek extra trinkets from their enemies as their due.
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Sorry all, typed this on my phone, so no pretty alter or word count. Hopefully I get internet back next week...it's been a battle :')
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Post by fynli on Aug 7, 2017 10:07:33 GMT -6
Adonis Turn your face towards the sun, let the shadows fall behind you Donny had to fight the discomfort that was threatening to show on his face as he listened to the rest of the room buzz. Then Yeshua spoke and the wiseman turned his attention to him, not sure he liked where this was going. New anxiety struck his chest as Yeshua spoke about the Talorian rogues that docked on their shores and he swallowed thickly. Buried memories threatened to rear their ugly heads and Adonis forced them back down. Not today, not here.
He could feel Yeshua's gaze on him for a moment, but he did not return it. Instead he focused on the blue sash the Emperor wore, content to listen to the rest of the discussion.
Hawkeye's cold words made him flinch and he pressed to Yeshua's side momentarily, finding comfort in the taller pegasus' warmth. It seemed as if they had no choice- without the Talorians' help, they would be slaughtered. He closed his eyes, nostrils flaring with a soft sigh. The Sage finally confirmed their curiosity on the amount of soldiers they could offer and Adonis finally looked up. It wouldn't be enough to fully ward off Aodh and War-Forged but it would be something.
He did not want to watch his family die alone.
"Then as the Wiseman, you have my support," the golden pegasus spoke up once more, turning his gaze to Osprey. "Both of our herds are in need of each other's help. War is at our doors and we cannot go at it alone." Dipping his head politely to the Emperor and Sage, Adonis fell silent again and waited for the rest of the congregation to speak.
He desperately wanted this meeting to be over.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2017 8:39:21 GMT -6
nicodemus just give me something to believe in Nicodemus listened to Emperor speak with a pursed mouth, his bright and open expression growing more grim by the word. He found himself nodding as Yeshua spoke. These decorated noblemen were nothing like any Aquorian traders and immigrants Nico had ever encountered. Their dress was different, their posture, their diction. They reeked of condescension, and the veiled threat in Hawkeye's voice picked Nico's hackles up.
He locked eyes with Yeshua as Osprey spoke, and the Sultan's words did not soothe him.
"I don't like this," he said, avoiding Adonis's surely pointed stare to meet the Emperor's gaze. "We're in our fight because of what Serora believes in. We've been true about that from the beginning. We don't trade lives."
Nico's one eye looked around the room as he continued: "We don't know what their war is about. He calls them terrorists, but we don't know what anyone involved stands for. We don't know him. We've never seen his home, not to mention whatever it's hiding."
"And if they need our help so badly in their own country, what's to make us believe they have anything to give us? Can we really afford to march any Serorans into the unknown on the promise of some stranger?" He brought his attention back to Hawkeye. "Because, Emperor, you are a stranger." 217 words sorry osprey, sorry hawke, sorry god |
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