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Gideon

"Lord Valens informed me you honored strength," Said Hys. "That is why they sent me. I've been in the Arakesh military for over sixty years. I know the battlefield; the ways of war. It will be my honor to serve as the emissary to your land."

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Deandra


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Imp

"The embassy will be Tarmargar land, and you can bring whoever you want to the building." Valens answered. "We hope you will provide the same for us."

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Baloth

"Greetings, Queen, I would bow if I could. I have been to Liftenhyym, have you heard of that city, in Arakesh?" Edwy Creox said. "Your home is most similar. It is an honor to be here."

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Eltee

Eltee

Tarquin strode forwards, axe held casually at his side. He was truly a terrifying sight, wearing a cowl made from the sheared manes of his rivals and interwoven with hawk feathers, and daubed in stark white paint.

"You are our prisoners," he ordered, waving his weapon lightly from side to side. "Come quietly, or be ended."

AMM

"That is well," replied Asphodel. "First, would your country be interested in an agreement of mutually open borders?"

Falendred took the long journey outside the palace doors, and through the garden. He liked to write or work in nature, though he wouldn't want anyone to know that. He took along a pen and pencil, and have the bird follow him. He decided to write to Bru'uneria, in hopes of a possible trading deal.


He sent the note with the bird, and continued admiring the scenery. He soon got a chill, however, and headed inside for a nice, warm bath, and perhaps some imported Andyl honeyed-wine that he had the honor to buy when visiting Visaga years ago, before he was king.

GID

"Ohh." The woman sighed. They were at least usually charged with vagrancy or indecent exposure or something before they were arrested. They usually found that eastern Ululula was a good market for exotic arms and armour, and more tolerant of the travellers.

"Okay, sir. We'll come quietly." She said, crossing her arms nervously. "Might I respectfully ask what the charges being levied are?"

Gideon

General Hys did the Arach version of cocking his head. "Well, Lord... in the effort of strengthening our relationship, I'm sure we could reach that agreement, but I'm not sure why it is requested..."

"I have heard of it, yes, but have not had the pleasure of seeing it myself." Junodia replied. "There has been a space set aside that I suspect you will find to your liking. A manor of stone, just a few minutes away from here. It is our pleasure to welcome you to our fair city." The High Queen nodded, and servants stepped forward with small, ornate boxes, which they opened, revealing fine necklaces crafted of gold and emerald. "Our gifts to you." Junodia said to the diplomats.
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Meanwhile, a small, somewhat battered ship arrived at the shores of Arakesh. Two Mantises, calling themselves Lord Dreyti and Lord Tomuu'ug, requested to be escorted to the capital city. The diplomats wore necklaces of gold--Dreyti's was studded with amethyst, while Tomuu'ug's lacked any jewels.

A human dressed in simple silks came forward to retrieve the gifts from Junodia, wordlessly. "My apologies," Said Edwy, in an embarrassed tone. The gifts will be sent to the Arakesh Vault, for they are of little aesthetic use to Arachs."

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On the Arakesh coasts, Dreyti and Tomuu'ug were escorted to the Kelliken Capitol Tower by the local guard, bot not brought to Lord Creox. They were instead lifted to the second highest floor, where a smoky grey Arach with eight deep green eyes was waiting for them.

"Greetings," Said the Arach in a female's voice. "I am Lady Wynn, wife of Lord Creox. The Lord is currently in a meeting with Tarmargar diplomats, but is my pleasure to welcome you to Arakesh. An embassy is being cleared out nearby."

High Queen Junodia quivered with anger. She waved a servant over. "I told you to bring the statuettes up, not necklaces!" she hissed in the Bru'unerian language. The servant girl bowed low to Junodia, and retreated from the room. She came back a minute later, with two other servants, who carried beautifully sculpted statuettes of the local fauna, which were offered to the diplomats. "My apologies." Junodia chimed. "The STATUETTES were meant to be our gift to you; there was a slight mix up. But keep them all, I implore you. They are our gifts to our new allies. You shall be shown to your embassy, at which point, you may choose to do what you wish. Juno City is open to you. Naturally, I request all laws to be followed during your time here--standard ones, really...Theft, murder, though I'm sure you're well aware of such common courtesies."
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The diplomats bowed to Lady Wynn. "It is our pleasure to meet you, and to be here." said Lord Dreyti. "Shall we head to the embassy for now, or wait here?" asked Lord Tomuu'ug.

King Vrantius sat alone in his throne room. He was eager to gain new land, and had a map of Astrum in his hands. He marked areas which were key interests to him.

As High Queen Junodia was still occupied with the diplomats from Arakesh, she waved away the letter that was offered to her by a servant. She would read and respond to King Falendred as soon as she was able.

Scinthimira, Biban, Sprandriia

The court of the Queen was usually rather devoid of visitors. Mostly because the insular Sprandriians was a very secretive nation, and rarely let foreigners inside the walls that criss-crossed the islands and (around Sfighi in the East) the sea as well. It was also because one could rarely be at the Yewbreaker Palace for 3 days before someone asked you to be part of a sinister plot.

On the throne, an ornate piece of furniture made from a single piece of carved black glass with inalid rubies, the middle-aged Queen, Tishikai Arrowcatcher, sat, looking warily around at all times while dictating to her steward, her youngest brother Hanbei, whose job description was specifically to nod in mumble encouragingly whatever his all-mighty sister said:

"We sit smack-dab in the middle of everything. We can't ignore one continent in favor of the other. But we can't stretch ourselves either!"

"Of course, my Lady."

"We need to make allies. We Casilans must stand together, for the glory of Caedin! I need to write some letters."

"Will you be writing them yourself, or will you be dictating, my Lady?" Hanbei asked exasperatedly, already knowing the answer.

"Dictating, dictating... Can't stop being on the lookout. I've got 9 daughters of age, and there's 1 attempt on my life every week! I can't take the attention to write!"

"Of course not, my Queen..."



The letter arrived alongside a greying, friendly looking nymph, who arrived in Naya asking for an audience with the Queen, delivering the letter as proof of her errand.

The letter from Sprandriia was never delivered to Lord Creox, who was in meeting with the Minotaurs, or to Lady Creox, who was conversing with the Mantises. Jhalo Rhommar took the letter personally to her private quarters with Fyron Gastrus. "The insolence of outsiders," The adviser spat. "Asking us to send a human. No offense, Fyron."

Fyron shrugged and picked up a quill and paper. "Shall I send the papers to Sprandriia?"

Jhalo grunted. "Yes, but what human can we send so easily?"

"You employ thousands of non-Arachs, they're the toughest people on Astrum," Fyron assured her.

"Enough with the brown nosing, Gastrus." The purplish brown spider said. "Oh, I know. Isn't High Priestess Freki's apprentice a human?"

Fyron nodded. "Indeed, and she's a woman, too. Perfect for the Nymphs. I'll write up the letter,"



As promised, several days later a small ship came sailing through the oceans to the Islands of Sprandriia. A lone figure stepped off the ship, a woman of around forty, with graying auburn hair tumbling down to her back and a thin, angular face. She wore a simple grey dress with an imprint of the sun on the chest, the symbol of Sybil. The woman appeared to walk with a limp, therefore carried a heavy wooden staff wherever she walked.

"I am Ophele Southborn," She announced to the guard. Southborn was the name of any non-native, non-Arach that immigrated to Arakesh. "Please escort me to your Capitol." In truth, Ophele was very nervous - she was directing sermons just a few days ago, now she was speaking for her nation, plucked from the church by Jhalo Rhommar.



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Baloth

Lady Wynn made a strange sound, but stopped halfway through. "I apologize, I often forget outsiders can't understand our body language. Yes, you may take your leave, the Embassy is the third building to the south of here, my guards will show you the way. If we have need of you, we will call."

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"You are most kind, Queen," Said Edwy Creox. "Do you have business you wish to discuss with me?"

ELTEE
"Yes, please". To'Takka said. "We love adjusting to new ways."

AMM
"Okay, yes we will. We will get you a hut or a cave. This is your choice," Ro'Rawr said.

Matt

The capital of the windswept islands was indeed built with streets no wider then 4 feet, and the guards leading Ophele towards the towering palace struggled against the windtunnel-like conditions created. the building were all made from red and black granite boulders pieced together as giant puzzles, though tall towers with golden roofs were visible, though the overcast weather didn't do their splendor justice. Ophele could feel the suspicious eyes of the locals boring into her as she was led to the palace, sitting on a low hill overlooking the gigantic harbor.

From a corner of the city, continuous sounds of explosions sounded.

The royal palace, the Yewbreaker Palace itself, was a wide bulding hewn from green and red marble, with 7 narrow towers standing in a circle above the 4 story midsection where the court resided. The city guards left Ophele at the entrance to the palace, where a young girl, looking to be in her early teens, wearing a burgundy tunic and knee-length skirt, her midriff showing between them, otherwise barefoot, but with an odd extension of two crooked, bent black rods with jewels hanging from them extending seemingly from the cloth on her back. Her eyes were dark red, and her hair was black with a random pattern of silver spots making it look like an aging gorilla's fur.

"Greetings, Lady Southborn," she said. "What are your business with the Queen?"

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Gideon



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Deandra


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A letter was sent from Tarmargar to Sprandrii

2 Queen Tishikai IV Moratich
Weee doo not licke u. Cann u mov your ilandes a way frrum hour land?
Tarmargar

Imp

The letter was read by the student of the aide of the Chief Steward Hanbei's assistant, who threw it away, for even he was aware of how blatantly foolish it was.

He got a payraise the next day.

Merakius Virra chuckled slightly as the letter from Arakesh came, he stroked his blonds beard and thought a bit. He was sitting on his high iron throne. The room was a fire in the middle of the chamber yet it was dark and gloomy; "Helga!" He called out and one of his servants, a small minatour girl, emerged from the darkness; "Brng me the blood of casilian humans, I wish to wright a letter." She bowed and left, in moments she came back with paper, a horn and the blood. Merakius finished writing th eletter and sent it immidatley to Arakesh. The letter said:

Matt

Your proposal pleases me, we will join our armies into one unstopabble herd. I will help you with anything, as long as your armies support my charge against the Casilian Humans in Norstwin.
Mrakius Vierra The Invincible

He then continued with another letter to his minatour brothers across the sea:

Gideon

My brother of faith, in the great name of Oten I ask you for an allince. May we be as one herd, and our endless stampede destroy all.
Merakisu Vierra The Invincible, The Great One of The Brothers of Oten.

After a good amount of time waiting for a response,Tarmargar decided to put "Queen Moratich" on their soon be infamous, "Lisst ovv Meanyes".