The Ambassador nodded as Emerielle explained that proper weather information as well as routes would be sent to them. She would note that the constructors and guards sent to each station would be informed of the weather and temperature difference. She had no doubt that traveling soldiers and guards would have to carry different armor, something that would suit them in different areas other than Vothyl Syl. It was important that they adapt to the changing world, no matter what comes.
The Ambassador paused as he mentioned a 'desert,' a word that lacked definition to her. The four mages glanced among each other, obviously looking to the other hoping that they would share a suitable answer for their questions. The Ambassador spoke up after glancing behind, realizing that her fellow Vothyl Sylians shared the same confusion she had. "A... Desert?" She asked, her voice full of both confusion and curiosity.
"There is.. Little rain? None for years?" She further pressed, obviously in disbelief. "Are there... Are there water springs? Any other sources of water? Habitation in such... Inhospitable lands cannot be possible!" She exclaimed, almost shocked at the fact.
The Ambassador paused as he mentioned a 'desert,' a word that lacked definition to her. The four mages glanced among each other, obviously looking to the other hoping that they would share a suitable answer for their questions. The Ambassador spoke up after glancing behind, realizing that her fellow Vothyl Sylians shared the same confusion she had. "A... Desert?" She asked, her voice full of both confusion and curiosity.
"There is.. Little rain? None for years?" She further pressed, obviously in disbelief. "Are there... Are there water springs? Any other sources of water? Habitation in such... Inhospitable lands cannot be possible!" She exclaimed, almost shocked at the fact.
((I meant to reply back to this before Sael became king, but everything happened so fast. Since Marah ended up back in Archaia for the shortest revolution ever, I'd like to say that she sent word back and rushed home immediately. In the meanwhile, an islander needs your help, and he's shown up to ask for it.))
Several months after Sael became king, and little more than a fortnight after the encounter between Harremakh and the Light (See Archaia's page for details), another emissary flying Archaian colors rode to Terel'Liren. The letter sent before him identified him as Daryn Gyloekh, general of the First sword division and Maghrem (Governor would be an equivalent title) over Rayjech, and asked only a private audience with their Majesties.
Daryn rode without escort on a chestnut horse, wearing a verdant cloak with a gray mantle and silver clasps. On his horse's flank was a ceremonial hand-and-a-half sword with an Azmerrach blade and a heavily worked silver guard. As he approached, he called out to any guards nearby, identifying himself at the city gate.
Several months after Sael became king, and little more than a fortnight after the encounter between Harremakh and the Light (See Archaia's page for details), another emissary flying Archaian colors rode to Terel'Liren. The letter sent before him identified him as Daryn Gyloekh, general of the First sword division and Maghrem (Governor would be an equivalent title) over Rayjech, and asked only a private audience with their Majesties.
Daryn rode without escort on a chestnut horse, wearing a verdant cloak with a gray mantle and silver clasps. On his horse's flank was a ceremonial hand-and-a-half sword with an Azmerrach blade and a heavily worked silver guard. As he approached, he called out to any guards nearby, identifying himself at the city gate.
Daryn bowed seven times, as was the custom, but from the look on his face it was clear that he did not want to tarry any further with pleasantries and custom.
"Your Majesties, I come not on behalf of Rayjech, but rather on the behalf of the Island's true people. If Lady Marah gave you a tome of our history, or you have heard it from anyone else, you may know that the Island is composed of eleven states. According to our histories, the southernmost states rebelled against Rayjech's reign when the Arrem Solehr was slain, and since then have become the den of thieves and marauders. The Cilna mountains have blocked off these two states and supposedly serve as a border between the evils of Surrekh and Akhele and the goodness of the rest of the island.
This legend, however, is false. As I myself have only just discovered, and can easily verify, our island was not created by the God we called Allmaker, or Harremakh, but rather by another God called the Light. There is much detail in this, but suffice for now to say that Harremakh raised a revolt and the Archaians fought a war with the true people of the Island, called the Cil'Naia. The Cil'Naia were driven back and sealed off when Harremakh raised the Cilna Mountains across the southern states' border and the Archaians built a fortress at Cilnagar, the only safe pass back to the rest of the island.
I am of Cil'Naia blood, and only just discovered the truth: My parents, a pair of Cil'Naia who are plotting a rebellion with many other Cil'Naia, placed me in Cilnagar as a foundling to be taken care of and brought up in Archaia. They found me and told me the truth, and asked me to use my rank to gather support for an attempt to retake our homeland.
You aided the Island in the last time of need, aiding in the usurpation of Gahlerek when our nation was ruled by the thrall of a sorcerer. Now, the Island's true people require your aid and I hoped that I could find your help. Gain your support or not, I will head south across the mainland after this to find more nations to aid in my attempt. If you refuse to go to war, I will not argue, for I know it would be useless. But if you aid us, the Cil'Naia will rule over the island once again and you will be remembered.
Corhare, tazrakten rayjen. Thank you, your wise Majesties."
Arms spread downward, Daryn bowed low, held it for three seconds, and rose once more (according to the Island's customs, this bowing formation was used only when bowing to royalty. this was a strong, meaningful display of respect).
"Your Majesties, I come not on behalf of Rayjech, but rather on the behalf of the Island's true people. If Lady Marah gave you a tome of our history, or you have heard it from anyone else, you may know that the Island is composed of eleven states. According to our histories, the southernmost states rebelled against Rayjech's reign when the Arrem Solehr was slain, and since then have become the den of thieves and marauders. The Cilna mountains have blocked off these two states and supposedly serve as a border between the evils of Surrekh and Akhele and the goodness of the rest of the island.
This legend, however, is false. As I myself have only just discovered, and can easily verify, our island was not created by the God we called Allmaker, or Harremakh, but rather by another God called the Light. There is much detail in this, but suffice for now to say that Harremakh raised a revolt and the Archaians fought a war with the true people of the Island, called the Cil'Naia. The Cil'Naia were driven back and sealed off when Harremakh raised the Cilna Mountains across the southern states' border and the Archaians built a fortress at Cilnagar, the only safe pass back to the rest of the island.
I am of Cil'Naia blood, and only just discovered the truth: My parents, a pair of Cil'Naia who are plotting a rebellion with many other Cil'Naia, placed me in Cilnagar as a foundling to be taken care of and brought up in Archaia. They found me and told me the truth, and asked me to use my rank to gather support for an attempt to retake our homeland.
You aided the Island in the last time of need, aiding in the usurpation of Gahlerek when our nation was ruled by the thrall of a sorcerer. Now, the Island's true people require your aid and I hoped that I could find your help. Gain your support or not, I will head south across the mainland after this to find more nations to aid in my attempt. If you refuse to go to war, I will not argue, for I know it would be useless. But if you aid us, the Cil'Naia will rule over the island once again and you will be remembered.
Corhare, tazrakten rayjen. Thank you, your wise Majesties."
Arms spread downward, Daryn bowed low, held it for three seconds, and rose once more (according to the Island's customs, this bowing formation was used only when bowing to royalty. this was a strong, meaningful display of respect).
Daryn listened, expressionless, as the king and queen spoke. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. Indignation, rage, confusion. But this was no place to vent himself. He recomposed himself.
"Thank you, your majesties," he said once they finished. "Where can I contact these mercenaries?"
Once acquiring the information, he would leave the presence of the royals, following all the proper protocol. As he walked, there seemed to be a skip in his step.
Only an hour later, however, another emissary from the Cil'Naia would arrive.
Vashta Caelnya (VASH-tuh Cay-ELL-nee-uh) appeared at the gates of the capital, offering as identification at the gate "I am Vashta Caelnya, emissary of the Archaian Sutherlands. Another came before me." Like Daryn, Kel wore a green cloak and silver mantle, but he did not have a steed.
"Thank you, your majesties," he said once they finished. "Where can I contact these mercenaries?"
Once acquiring the information, he would leave the presence of the royals, following all the proper protocol. As he walked, there seemed to be a skip in his step.
Only an hour later, however, another emissary from the Cil'Naia would arrive.
Vashta Caelnya (VASH-tuh Cay-ELL-nee-uh) appeared at the gates of the capital, offering as identification at the gate "I am Vashta Caelnya, emissary of the Archaian Sutherlands. Another came before me." Like Daryn, Kel wore a green cloak and silver mantle, but he did not have a steed.
Kel followed all the formalities before hearing Erisad complain of the unannounced visits, one right after the other.
"Yes, your Majesty. I apologize for how confusing this must be, but when I heard Daryn's intentions I knew that I had to go after him. General Gyloekh most likely told you of the conflict between the Cil'Naia in the south and the Archaians in the north of our island. I suppose he asked you for soldiers to aid in his attempt at a coup.
"Daryn is a traitor to the Island, attempting to overthrow the true government and bring his own false tyranny to power. If you agreed to his request, I would ask that you reconsider. We would all be better off if the true kingdom remained in power over the Island. Economically speaking, it would open the possibility of trading wares and secrets between our nations, if you so desired. If not, however, Terel'Liren would still stand to benefit should you help me, rather than Daryn. If Daryn and his tyranny take power over the island, we will fall. A dark age the island hasn't seen since the Arrem-Solehr 150 years ago will descend, and the entire expanse could feel the ripples from that dark age.
"If he wins, Daryn would launch a campaign of conquest against the expanse, hoping to take as much territory besides the Island as he can. A war that would be costly on both sides would ensue, and even if Terel'Liren never becomes involved directly, your allegiances will be strained and your allies injured. We are a nation of peace, for now, and if Daryn is defeated we will be even stronger and more able to rule with peace and reason. Thank you." Daryn bowed in Cil'Naia style and awaited their Majesties' reply.
"Yes, your Majesty. I apologize for how confusing this must be, but when I heard Daryn's intentions I knew that I had to go after him. General Gyloekh most likely told you of the conflict between the Cil'Naia in the south and the Archaians in the north of our island. I suppose he asked you for soldiers to aid in his attempt at a coup.
"Daryn is a traitor to the Island, attempting to overthrow the true government and bring his own false tyranny to power. If you agreed to his request, I would ask that you reconsider. We would all be better off if the true kingdom remained in power over the Island. Economically speaking, it would open the possibility of trading wares and secrets between our nations, if you so desired. If not, however, Terel'Liren would still stand to benefit should you help me, rather than Daryn. If Daryn and his tyranny take power over the island, we will fall. A dark age the island hasn't seen since the Arrem-Solehr 150 years ago will descend, and the entire expanse could feel the ripples from that dark age.
"If he wins, Daryn would launch a campaign of conquest against the expanse, hoping to take as much territory besides the Island as he can. A war that would be costly on both sides would ensue, and even if Terel'Liren never becomes involved directly, your allegiances will be strained and your allies injured. We are a nation of peace, for now, and if Daryn is defeated we will be even stronger and more able to rule with peace and reason. Thank you." Daryn bowed in Cil'Naia style and awaited their Majesties' reply.
Kel's face darkened.
"I would never ask you to violate your neutral philosophy by going to war. Daryn's insurrection will fail without international support, and peace will be restored. All that I ask is that Terelain warriors do not find their way into the Island. If it would please your Majesties, I would also ask that Daryn is allowed to return to the Island without interference, before you dissuade any mercenaries he contacts from joining the usurpation."
"I would never ask you to violate your neutral philosophy by going to war. Daryn's insurrection will fail without international support, and peace will be restored. All that I ask is that Terelain warriors do not find their way into the Island. If it would please your Majesties, I would also ask that Daryn is allowed to return to the Island without interference, before you dissuade any mercenaries he contacts from joining the usurpation."
"For fear that Daryn will hear of this, I will say no more," said Kel.
If there was no more to say, Kel would follow all the proper protocols before taking his leave of the King and Queen. There was no more that needed saying.
The Island would soon be reunited.
If there was no more to say, Kel would follow all the proper protocols before taking his leave of the King and Queen. There was no more that needed saying.
The Island would soon be reunited.
((Edited))
Ranging a good distance from Der'Morlain, that's where they trek. Dragomir, the Grand Prince of Wilksgród rode upon his steed, wearing a regal dark red doublet with a gold trim around the edges and of course, a gold crown upon his head. Guarding his flanks are two mounted druzhinas, the prince's royal guard, bearing the armour of a mix of lamellar and plate, with mail aventails covering their mouths and noses. Their mission: a diplomatic effort and audience with the Terelain king. They traveled rigorously from the frozen wastes of the west, taking with them the bare essentials for this mission. The roads bearing many a brigand, it's clearly necessary to bring a pair of druzhinas for the perilous journey. Of course, they traveled with Dragomir regardless of the risk, for each prince, a retinue is required when travelling. Although it may seem two horsemen may bear little for protection, these druzhinas are not to be underestimated. Known for their highly protective armour and extreme resilience in combat, these warriors have the potential to take on a small group of armed brigands.
They stay silent as they approach the citadel, their trek swift, halting as soon as they stood a few paces from the gate. Clearing his throat and raising his hand, he calls out to the guards atop the citadel. "Hail! I'd like to see your king please!" His accent peculiar, sounding slightly as if he's trilling his words. The druzhinas look at each other then back to the citadel, awaiting their response with baited breath.
Ranging a good distance from Der'Morlain, that's where they trek. Dragomir, the Grand Prince of Wilksgród rode upon his steed, wearing a regal dark red doublet with a gold trim around the edges and of course, a gold crown upon his head. Guarding his flanks are two mounted druzhinas, the prince's royal guard, bearing the armour of a mix of lamellar and plate, with mail aventails covering their mouths and noses. Their mission: a diplomatic effort and audience with the Terelain king. They traveled rigorously from the frozen wastes of the west, taking with them the bare essentials for this mission. The roads bearing many a brigand, it's clearly necessary to bring a pair of druzhinas for the perilous journey. Of course, they traveled with Dragomir regardless of the risk, for each prince, a retinue is required when travelling. Although it may seem two horsemen may bear little for protection, these druzhinas are not to be underestimated. Known for their highly protective armour and extreme resilience in combat, these warriors have the potential to take on a small group of armed brigands.
They stay silent as they approach the citadel, their trek swift, halting as soon as they stood a few paces from the gate. Clearing his throat and raising his hand, he calls out to the guards atop the citadel. "Hail! I'd like to see your king please!" His accent peculiar, sounding slightly as if he's trilling his words. The druzhinas look at each other then back to the citadel, awaiting their response with baited breath.
As the first voice is heard by Dragomir he immediately shouts in disapproval. "WHAT?! Do you not realize how far we've traveled?! We-" He was cut off by one of his druzhinas placing his armoured hand on Dragomir's shoulder. "It's okay my prince we'll just..." Both druzhinas look up as they hear the voice of someone else. Dragomir too looks up. Dragomir having been fired up by the private's comment relaxes as he hears of another's voice. He truly thought this journey to be in vain after all those kilometers he's trekked. Dragomir nods and his druzhinas sigh in relief. "Tak tak! Show me to this archduke please!" The prince calls out.
He looks to his druzhinas, then to the guard up top. "Thank you..." He gives a brief nod of approval as he allows himself and his guards to trek to the desired location. He had not seen such glorious architecture from where he came from. The majority of what he's seen was mostly dull stone back at Wilksgród. Of course, Wilkan architecture does have its aesthetically pleasing moments of labour inducing results, but in regards to these 'people'... they're on a whole different level of architectural magnificence. The formerly silent druzhinas look to the buildings and high walls, pointing in various directions and chatting in their native tongue. Dragomir looks back at his guards, then to the massive structures. Feeling a great sense of apprehension coming over him as he's watched by the feline guards, he flops his head down. "Wolf be with us..." He whispers under his breath.
He trots his horse along the preconceived path along with his now chatty guards.
He trots his horse along the preconceived path along with his now chatty guards.
All the way, his retinue were chatting like mad. They for the most part spoke in their native tongue (think Polish) but occasionally talk in common when exclaiming, almost as if they were making sure the Terelains could hear them. The prince paid little mind, and more gazed at the denizens of the city/citadel he was riding through. He had not been given a proper close-up look of the people until now. Strange... they resembled that of a cat, a feline. A tad ironic considering the prince and his people worship a wolf. As he stared at the Terelains, they too stared back, with him turning his gaze elsewhere when they return their gaze.
The prince gasps as he and his retinue gaze in awe at the sight of the statue. He couldn't help it. His jaw forms the shape of an 'o' as his eyes widen, alongside his retinue's. "Great wolf! Who is that?" One of his druzhinas ask as they pass the statue. "We gotta have one of those back home." The other comments.
The prince and his retinue finally meet whom they're looking for. The prince raises his hand. "Hail!" Just as he was speaking, the druzhinas were chatting amongst themselves yet again.
"My... and I thought we were grand in titles." One of them giggles to the other.
The prince nods as he speaks. "Thank you. Your grace's hospitality is appreciated. Say, mind showing us around? We're new here, so we need some guidance."
The prince gasps as he and his retinue gaze in awe at the sight of the statue. He couldn't help it. His jaw forms the shape of an 'o' as his eyes widen, alongside his retinue's. "Great wolf! Who is that?" One of his druzhinas ask as they pass the statue. "We gotta have one of those back home." The other comments.
The prince and his retinue finally meet whom they're looking for. The prince raises his hand. "Hail!" Just as he was speaking, the druzhinas were chatting amongst themselves yet again.
"My... and I thought we were grand in titles." One of them giggles to the other.
The prince nods as he speaks. "Thank you. Your grace's hospitality is appreciated. Say, mind showing us around? We're new here, so we need some guidance."
The prince bows his head to the Steward. "'Tis an honour dear Calin of Iyelos. May I call you that?" He asks trying not to sound rude in anyway.
As the Steward mentions the stables, he smiles warmly. "Tak tak. Show us to your stables please. I trust your care for our steeds will be worth it. These boys haven't rested for nearly three days now." He giggles as he pats his steed's neck, to which it flinches slightly. Incorporating the use of alchemy into the horse's system can increase have a powerful effect on their stamina. Often these dealings are used in warfare rather than travel, yet in regards to the princes, they are often used.
As the Steward mentions the stables, he smiles warmly. "Tak tak. Show us to your stables please. I trust your care for our steeds will be worth it. These boys haven't rested for nearly three days now." He giggles as he pats his steed's neck, to which it flinches slightly. Incorporating the use of alchemy into the horse's system can increase have a powerful effect on their stamina. Often these dealings are used in warfare rather than travel, yet in regards to the princes, they are often used.
The prince and his retinue follow after the Steward. All throughout the time of the Steward's guidance, the retinue continued to talk in their tongue, occasionally giggling as they strode.
They arrive at the stables, and dismount their steeds. One of the druzhinas spoke to one of the grooms. "Be sure to give him some carrots while he's being groomed, he doesn't like-" He's cut off by the other druzhina. "Hey! Don't be so fussy! We're in foreign territory after all." The prince shakes his head, sighs and dismounts his steed.
"Care to show us to our quarters Calin?" The prince asks, the heavy haze of fatigue gnawing at him like a wolf to a bone.
They arrive at the stables, and dismount their steeds. One of the druzhinas spoke to one of the grooms. "Be sure to give him some carrots while he's being groomed, he doesn't like-" He's cut off by the other druzhina. "Hey! Don't be so fussy! We're in foreign territory after all." The prince shakes his head, sighs and dismounts his steed.
"Care to show us to our quarters Calin?" The prince asks, the heavy haze of fatigue gnawing at him like a wolf to a bone.
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The prince and his retinue follow the Steward. The retinues' armour and weapons clanking as they step, the weapons being their one-handed battle axes. Their armour is a strange mixture of lamellar and plate armour. The prince in question however didn't wear any armour. The prince did bear a sword and dagger by his side, just as much for self-defence as wear.
The prince having been lead to his room, nods to the Steward. "Thank you. Me and my retinue will be fine with sleeping in the same room. Although... they most likely won't be sleeping this night..." The prince lets out a brief chuckle.
One of the druzhinas' (the one who complained earlier) eyes widen. "B-..." He was cut off by the other.
"Of course my prince. We'll make sure no one comes in without our permission." The other one says, turning to the Steward. "If that so please thee m'lord."
The prince and his retinue follow the Steward. The retinues' armour and weapons clanking as they step, the weapons being their one-handed battle axes. Their armour is a strange mixture of lamellar and plate armour. The prince in question however didn't wear any armour. The prince did bear a sword and dagger by his side, just as much for self-defence as wear.
The prince having been lead to his room, nods to the Steward. "Thank you. Me and my retinue will be fine with sleeping in the same room. Although... they most likely won't be sleeping this night..." The prince lets out a brief chuckle.
One of the druzhinas' (the one who complained earlier) eyes widen. "B-..." He was cut off by the other.
"Of course my prince. We'll make sure no one comes in without our permission." The other one says, turning to the Steward. "If that so please thee m'lord."