The empress was delighted to receive the bottle, she was of course not the one to receive it. As she was the empress one of her servants retrieved the bottle from the Ialao and served the empress a glass. Even if she was once a warrior of renown, she was a lady. She sipped the whiskey and it seemed to put a smile on her face. She looked down into the glass as she gathered her words for the captain. "Well it was ages ago now, when my father and Empress Shanalotte were on speaking terms. I remember I was instructed to attend the Princess Anne Ball with my father and I was to be the debutante of the evening. My father was obviously interested in having me find a suitable husband, someone that could give me a child to continue the Grenheim family. I remember that night was a blur, I rather foolishly drank far too much champagne. So I cannot recall much but I do remember father being cross about something as we went home. We did not stay on Bezembay that night, we caught the last ship for Dernby. I do not know why my father was so upset, but after it became apparent to me that he and the empress - once good friends - were no longer on speaking terms." She paused to sip the whiskey. "We did not attend the next two balls, which suited me just fine. But it was on a trip to Arlington, I recall clear as day, I had just thrashed the Lord Whitby in a duel of blades and as I swaggered off to the river to rest I see this twig looking fellow on the other bank, he was playing the violin and walking through the reeds. I thought him weak at first, but as I listened to the music it entranced me. The soft silvery notes that echoed across the river that evening. I changed my mind and thought the boy handsome by the end, but I think I frightened him for as soon as he saw me he ran up the nearest hill like his tail was on fire." She laughed, "I remember it to this day... that scared look. So I had to take it upon myself to hunt the boy down and apologise to him. I swam across the river and found him sitting under a white tree. He was out of breath and I think he nearly died of fright when he saw me! I explained everything to him and we laughed. I sat next to him and he offered me a coat for warmth. We talked for hours before I learned he was the prince-imperial himself. I left that encounter smitten with him. I never turned back after that day, the boy I found by the river was my soulmate. Of course father didn't take it well, being Empress meant I could not give him his Grenheim heir. The house will die but I made my commitment to him," her eyes moved across the table. "That one was the one for me. And if that means I must forsake my own house then so be it." She sighed and finished her whiskey, "but Moon preserve me, I love him."
As her next glass was poured she shrugged a little, "I duel when I can. But it is not very courtly for the Empress to duel. I believe if I needed to my blade could still save me. But I fear this will not always be the case, my spirit will always be that of a warrior but alas times are different now." She smiled to the captain. “But tell me now, since you have heard my past. How is it a man such as yourself came to be the captain of the Rangian? I know the position is quite competitive. I recall all Taurus who join the guard are under the strictest scrutiny.”
Martin smiled and raised a glass to Zenos. "And I will erect for your Consul a dazzling building in Aeldwon Downs." The neighbourhood of Bezembay surrounding the palace, it was where many diplomatic buildings were as well as the homes of said diplomats and high profile politicians within the empire. It was a highly exclusive neighbourhood because of that. Martin was then pulled aside by the Lord Chamberlain who whispered something in his ear. Martin nodded and turned back to Zenos. "Aah, I have also been informed. The empire is also willing to take our relationship, as it were, a step further." Martin spoke more quietly, making the conversation more intimate and private. "The empire wishes to send a military attaché to Minos and for a Zantinian one to come to Huron." Martin now however spoke less confidently, though he still wore his enthusiasm of friendship. "There is much our empires can learn from one another, as I am told." Zenos noticed the eyes of several Bezannian dignitaries drawn to the conversation now. Likely guessing and anticipating the outcome of the conversation.
Brackson for his part quietly listened to the story as the empress told it, drinking down his own whiskey as it happened but still clearly listening intently. He smirked at the mentioning of Martin getting scared and running for the hills, but he didn't interrupt the story. As she finished her story, and her whiskey, he smiled and nodded, speaking in a more quiet, understanding tone, "Perhaps your own house will get no heir out of you... But if there is any ever reason good enough to forsake lineage, it is love. Commitments born of love are the strongest and most important. May your bond remain strong, and guide you both forevermore along a better path." Then his smile grew wider as he regained his previously more loud and jovial speech, "Besides, no reason you can't get a bit of that Grenheim Warrior Spirit into the Sarans now that you're in! Who knows, maybe you'll reawaken something in em, eh? And on that matter of warriors and keeping strong, I am sure the duties of an Empress do impede one's ability to train. But if you ever wish to duel away from eyes that would think less of you for it, Minos is always open! We're rather fond of imperials who can wield the blade properly. Consider us a planet of warrior spirit."
He chuckled, and then snapped a finger, "Of course, it is indeed rude of me to hear your past and not tell you about my own. Very well. You are right that the position of Lord-Captain of the Rangian Vanguard is a competitive and vaunted position. But the one who gets it is ultimately chosen by the Emperor, and nobody else. And I achieved this position upon the ascension of Emperor Zenos, and I will freely admit I had a bit of an advantage here. After all... I was practically raised for this job." He took another bottle of whiskey that was handed to him by a servant, swishing it around a bit before continuing, "You are right that joining is extremely strict, and not easy. One gets in only two ways. Either proving themselves loyal and highly capable through much battle... Or the tithe, in which noble families on Minos hand over children to be examined for physical and mental fitness, and if deemed acceptable, taken to grow up to join the Rangians. in ancient times it was an obligation, part of a deal. Nowadays, children are volunteered for it is an honor. I was one such child. My true noble family is the Harvals, but the name means nothing to me, I prefer simply Brackson. Still, even among tithe children, I am special. As upon my recruitment, my age happened to perfectly align with that of one young prince Zenos Lasacris. My upbringing thus received an additional caveat. I was to be raised alongside the young prince in addition to my position among the guard, as his personal guardian. Hardly the first to do this sorta thing, but still quite the honor. In effect... I grew up as a pseduo-brother to Zenos, and I took that role quite seriously." He chuckled, thinking back on it, "I am certain he didn't fully appreciate my efforts to temper him in his younger days, as I took the role of being the bigger brother. Both metaphorically and literally, as you can guess. Plenty of stories there. But I still see the Emperor as my brother, and I know he feels the same. Our difference in species is an irrelevance. I hold for him a familial love that is greater than any physical difference we have, or the fact I am not truly part of his family. I am still a Harval, not a Lasacrid, but I don't care. This is why I am the Lord Captain. I have trained my entire life to be guardian and advisor to Zenos, and I have every intent to see the one I consider to be my only true kin prosper. There is no other Rangian who's dedication is greater, none who know the Emperor as well, and nobody else as willing to fall dead for his sake. I am a servant, and I would have it no other way."
He was quiet a moment, and then smiled, "I'll retire one day, naturally, and maybe then I can search for the type of love you have found. Until then, I am satisfied. Now!" Holding up his drink and gesturing back towards Georgina, "You know my past, and my future if I have a choice in the matter. But on futures... How's the prospect of the heirs looking? Don't really keep up with royalty news, but how is that side of the duty of an Empress going?" He then looked around, smiling before speaking far more quietly in a jesting conspiratorial tone, "And how does the musically talented Emperor match up in loving when it comes to his part of the duty of producing heirs?" While he was jesting, he did keep his tone quiet, mostly because he was aware this question was perhaps a step too far, but the Rangian Captain was having some fun.
Zenos meanwhile seemed pleased with Martin's choice of locale for the consulate. But the next matter he brought up quickly grabbed the Zantine Emperor's attention. The nature of the question was one Zenos seemed interested in, though he also kept his tone low, "A military attaché is certainly possible, and within my power. But that will need to be done a bit more quietly, less ceremony." He threw a glance to one of his guards, who in turn gave a quiet signal to the crew handling the music to turn up the volume to help provide cover for this discussion, "All the same, I accept such an exchange. Minos has much to teach, but Zantium's legions have much to re-learn as well. Such help in restoring them would be greatly appreciated by me and the Zantine Empire, and it would be a great way to grow our friendship further. And I believe for that, I have just the person."
The empress smiled and listened to the captain's story, she seemed to admire it very much. Who didn't like a good story of honour and dedication, after all? She was a warrior and such stories enthralled her, but there was an underlying reason for the respect of course. Naturally the prospect of being raised for a role was something the Bezannians knew well. Especially in the nobility, the empress and other nobility were not strangers to being raised from birth to become rulers, leaders, etc.
The empress raised her glass but seem a little taken back by the turn in questions. "Well, captain. Hurvecht do not concieve children until the last two hundred years or so of our lives. When Martin and I start reaching out 1,600s we will start considering children. As we are a long lived species we do not consider having children so early. It would mean they would have no life free of their parents. No, no. We are not considering heirs yet. For you shorter lived species children are a thought at such a young age. But for us we do not have children until we are nearly gone. Its the way our species has always done it." She sipped her whiskey. "But that doesn't mean Martin and I aren't in love." She smirked a bit. "The emperor and I are good and young, we do like to share a bed." She swirled her glass and a servant filled it again.
Martin smiled, "good, good. I agree, we would not want to anger anyone outright but the empire has interest in supporting its true friends and repairing the damages done to them. Now, you'll forgive me if I seem... inadequate in this topic. I am not a well versed man in these affairs and I wish to confess this upfront. We will discuss these details further at a later date. When you come to Bezembay perhaps we shall discuss further. On Bezembay we can be more private than this and I can have certain aides present to help with the matter." Martin smiled back.
The evening went on as planned, Martin and Georgina talked with their hosts late into the evening. But the emperor's stay could not last forever. Thus after a good three days he would depart from Zantine to return to Bezembay. Though arrangements were made for the Emperor Zenos to travel to Bezembay in a few months' time. And as time passed the Emperor's trip was upon him. He had been assured adequate residence at a palace on Bezembay. And his guards would be allowed to attend to him personally, as a sign of respect of course. By this time the Imperial consulates had been established in their respective countries. But Zenos had heard certain rumours from Bezembay, rumours concerning Emperor Martin in particular. He had heard the emperor had undergone a drastic change in character over the intervening months. Most people attributed this to a maturity gained from the role of course, but others questioned the how and why. Further details were contradicting and difficult to sift through, but Zenos' contacts felt it wise to inform him of these rumours before he arrived on Bezembay just to prepare him. Upon his rapidly approaching arrival on Bezembay he was to land in Princess Anne Park at Hysebarrow Palace for a meeting with Martin and Georgina. There was no formal reception planned, only a friendly and private one. Zenos gathered this had been planned to allow for more business to be conducted between the two emperors with more privacy allowed. As Zenos was subtly instructed to bring any officials, advisors, and dignitaries necessary with him as aides to the palace for his trip. All done with the upmost secrecy of course.
As the evening ended, the Bezannians were taken to their places to stay for the rest of their stay on Instabull. And as the time came to leave, the Zantines bid their guests farewell. Zenos took the time to make his own preparations for the future events, calling up some individuals he would have need of in the coming times. The rumors were peculiar to Zenos, and he did hope that this was just an overblown reaction to gained maturity. He supposed, in the end, he'd find out for himself when he got to Bezembay if these rumored changes were anything particularly odd. He would prepare himself, although he wasn't all too worried. The primary concern to him, for now, was whether these changes may cause any issue in creating a beneficial relationship.
When the time came, he had already prepared the necessary personnel he would need to bring with him for this more secretive meeting. While his guard compliment came with him in full, on Brackson's insistence after seeing the rumors and deciding to err on the side of caution, other precautions were made. Other Rangians were rotated from other posts to Instabull, to make it seem that the number of the imperial household guards on the Imperial Capital hadn't decreased and thus maintain the veil of secrecy that could otherwise be broken by the noticeable absence of the Emperor's own guards. It was much easier to hide the other various individuals Zenos was bringing along, as these various attendants, advisors, and other such individuals were far less likely to be noticed than the far more distinctive Rangian Vanguard. There was no need for unnecessary servants, Zenos would only bring along those he felt truly necessary for a diplomatic mission and his guards, as well as a few others. But in general it was certainly a smaller and more informal retinue he was bringing with him than he would on most official business. All the better to keep anybody from paying much heed to it.
As the transport vessel neared Bezembay, Zenos contemplated. He looked over to Brackson, who was quietly inspecting a gauntlet for any blemishes, "Say, Bracks, what do you make of the rumors that have been passed along? Think it's just noble gossip and white noise?" The Taurus shrugged, "Hard to say, Zen. Most contradict, few create any sort of consistent narrative. Idle chatter. But what got me is the amount of reports, too many to mean nothing at all is going on. Keep an eye open in case calm lover boy Martin has had a shift, and if he has just go along with it. Not the time to pry. Don't get yourself worked up with the crazier possibilities, those are for me to handle. You just finish getting ready." With that, the Lord-Captain placed his hand within the gauntlet, stretching his fingers for a moment. Then Brackson used those fingers to point down at Zenos's feet, "And you're stepping on your cape again. You need to break that habit, one day I won't notice and you'll ruin it!" As the Emperor finished his preparations, and lifted his foot off his cape as his guard captain smirked, the transport was coming in to land.
In keeping with the lack of a formal reception, the Emperor's departure from his vessel was far more tame than his usual dramatic entrances. Both from the lack of desire to draw attention and the fact the Emperor did not want to put on some display for a friendly meeting. The guards and the officials filed out, with the only exception being the handful of guards assigned to watch the ship and make sure nothing went wrong with it. The Emperor followed soon after, still in imperial regalia but not quite as extravagant as at the formal dinner of months prior. The officials and guards mostly went to make preparations to transfer from the ship the various luggage and baggage, while the Emperor looked for whatever welcoming party awaited them, with only Brackson and a handful of others staying with the Emperor. Including one human woman in Zantine Military regalia.
Due in part to Bezannia’s own interest of maintaining secrecy, Zenos was informed that Martin would not receive the Zantinians as they landed. As it would require an increased presence of individuals in the park that might draw attention. So it was to be that the Lord Chamberlain and Lord Master of the Privy Council would greet the emperor and escort him to the meeting place where a cold buffet and tea would be served.
So as the ship arrived, there were several figures waiting for the Emperor and his guards. The Lords Master and Chamberlain of course plus a few aides to help with any luggage. The two lords bowed and introduced themselves to the emperor and escorted them inside. Zenos and Brackson would recognise the lord chamberlain from their last meeting, but the lord master was a new individual. He was not as slim or tall as the chamberlain, a young man to be certain just cut differently. They led the delegation inside the palace, out of the gardens they landed in and through many ornate rooms that felt strangely empty. Perhaps emptied on purpose ahead of time. But when they arrived at large doors that were opened for them, they were greeted with an extravagant ballroom that was currently being used as a lounge. Tables and chairs were set up near the windows and such, the food and tea was present as the party had been informed it would where servants were standing by waiting to serve the Zantinians with food and tea upon request.
The room was sparsely occupied. Besides the servants and the two lords of the privy council, the only other members in attendence were the remaining members of the privy council. The lord steward, marshal, chancellor, the grand duke of kepioy, the grand duchess of tir creachdair, the premier minister, and the Lord Commander Prince Richard. All the members present were quiet, they were lounging but stood to attention as Emperor Zenos arrived. They all gave remarks of praise to Zenos and introductions of course, though the Prince Richard needed no introduction as his reputation preceded him. Though he did still introduce himself to the emperor. Though Georgina was absent at the moment and so was the Emperor. The party was told to relax and that the emperor would join them shortly.
The tea was of a Bezembah variety, strong black tea served with cream and sugar. There wer scones, cookies, jams, finder sandwiches, a cheese board, caviar, and other amenities. From a nearby staircase the sound of a door opening was heard and the room rose again. A small set of guards filed down the stairs and then came the emperor. He seemed tired, but as he saw Zenos he smiled. “Zenos, old friend! Welcome to Bezembay!” Martin shouted in a friendly yet commanding voice. He strolled over to the human and laughed a bit. “Damn, you’re a bit shorter than I remember.” He said as he extended his hand down to give the emperor a gesture of a handshake. Zenos though, could admire that Martin had also gotten a little bit taller than he remembered. Indeed Martin was a far more, imposing figure at this distance. His broad shoulders and height were different than Zenos remembered. The emperor moved to a chair and sat, where he snapped his fingers to a servant. “Scotch and gas water.” The servant quickly ran off to fetch the emperor a drink. The rest of the room sat near the emperor’s chair and Zenos had a chair especially reserved for him. It was a luxurious lounge chair, modelled similarly to Martin’s, only scaled for human size. The emperor was handed his drink. “I’m glad you came, Zenos. It’s better that we can talk in private.” He said with a smile.
Then the Prince Richard spoke. “Your Majesty, Honourable Captain Brackson, other members of the imperial delegation. I am delighted that we can initiate this gesture of friendship. The Empire is undertaking a massive reorganisation effort of its armed forces. After the loss of Maharajah, we had to redistribute our navy. We are also in the process of retiring our older ships and equipment to make way for a new imperial army. Under my direction we’re engaging in the most significant alteration to the empire’s armed capabilities in many eras. I believe it important that Zantine be allowed to witness and learn so that we might learn from the Zantinians as well. If we both come together, we might be able to both improve our nation’s capabilities.”
Martin spoke again. “Indeed, our empires have been stuck in our old ways for too long. It’s time for a new imperial age, where we reclaim the prestige that is rightfully ours. With our man in Minos and your attaché on Huron we could both stand to rise again to the new age. Bezannia must shake off the dust of the past and we must repair the harm we caused to Zantine.” Martin sipped his drink again.
The Premier Minister nodded as well, “And should it please His Zantine Majesty, Sansad and I stand ready to give full support should these matters become public. Though I think we all wish for this to remain a more private matter between us.” But that’s when Brackson noticed there was another in the room. One who never introduced themselves. They stood near the servants, but their clothes set them as distinct from them. They carried themselves like a lord, not a servant. But they were and had been silent the whole time. In fact, Brackson could not be sure he even saw the woman in the corner when he first entered the room. He found this odd as she wore a rather unique set of clothes, a white suit and shoulder cape. The meascthan woman just seemed to be silently watching from the wings of the room. In fact, based on everyone else in the room it was almost like Brackson was the only one who knew she was there. What was most worrying is that her eyes were fixed firmly on Zenos.
The weathered prince scratched his head feeling awkward, but obeyed the command "Damn you Feme, so many years and you still make me feel like a young fool around you ...alright here it goes. I didn't come here for the High Lord, I came here for you. See, you deserve far more than I could ever provide all these years, and I have to finally act... Ahh ..hmm, alright." He rose back up and kneeled bringing out a small golden dagger, cutting his hand only a little and offering to the Anubite lady "How would you like to come in Astana not as a visitor but as my rightful wife now and forever? I know, I know ...too late, so if you don't want to marry me, I will understand" so he said with an awkward smile, trying to hide his terrible anxiety.
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Sofya begun crying and sobbing, but soon she was smiling through the sobs "Thanks dad, thanks for understanding ..I do not hate Shyr, not really, but my emotions get the best of me and I hadn't had enough time to choose what I want to be. And while many expect me to be a Talmyr, I don't think I will be a good one ...Max would do much better, he really gets Ghashyr. But I know what I want to do and I will tell you!" the young princess clapped her hands in excitement and took a very formal and truly serious expression while looking her father in the eyes "Our Empire will not survive under any union. It is the old union! Everyone knows what happens to old institutions when the new ones take over ...but I will not allow it. Help me to conquer the nebula's hearts for you father, I swear my heart beats for this empire and I hurt seeing it in decay!" she backed down a bit speaking in a more sinister manner "I am talking manipulations the likes only our empire is capable of! Guns and spaceships are useless ..no, we saw what those did in the civil war. What we must do is be there replacing the Union in everything! We must not let Javalus and its cronies even a single duty! Zantium will be there carrying the burdens of the entire Nebula and then everyone will remember what this crown and symbols mean." Her eyes seemed struck with ambition as she pointed at an old flag "Give me the abilities father and I will force Zantium to stretch thin in protection of the entire Nebula ...every disaster will be met with a Zantine response, every cry for help, we will be there! Even if it kills our economy, we must do it, or we'll end up another province of the union" she thought a bit to herself and giggled "Heh, I'm keeping that for the Freeforest speech ...if you allow it of course! Please dad! Please allow it!" Zenos was witnessing the infamous puppy eyes returning! The last time was for a trip to Tropicus with a rather untrustworthy boyfriend type.
Nia's tail was wagging throughout the experience, as this was her most interesting day so far in this amazing and very magnificent world! She nodded at the description of piracy adding that it was "Very Very bad by the sounds of it" congratulating all who fought it successfully, but soon her eyes were gleaming at the prospect of this new mighty "Training" game, absorbing every little detail and copying every move Cendri, Iula and Tenkan were making. After struggling a bit with the vest, she smiled and gave a thumbs up at Cendri "Ready!" as the simulation begun, the cores of her eyes widened, uttering a mighty warcry she thrusted forward "HAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" she yelled and suddenly with a spectacular swing of her body she threw her rifle with tremendous force and precision directly at the enemy's neck ...sadly, the rifle went through the enemy and pierced the wall, standing there stuck "Yeeee! Enemy is meat on rifle-thing now!"
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Dr Ani's excitement was soon overwhelmed by motherly affections upon seeing her daughter in the pad "Such a sweetie-one! Daughter is always so innocent and friendly, hopefully will remain so; this one tried very hard to keep Nia's mind bright and happy, despite all badness surrounding. Is a very very strong-one you know! Will definitely win many sports ...and hearts! Does not take after mother, heh." With that she took a deep breath and defiantly proclaimed her decision "All is right, This one is ready for new clean-slate life in service of Tyfrondor and Trikorn! Promises! This one is ready."
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Noxyanna scrubbed her chin, appearing to be interested at the Anubites' opinions on her kin "Hmm, an interesting take on my people Anubite, but based on partial knowledge ...I would love to hear your opinion once you know more than what the librarians tell you." She remained silent for a second, then raised her finger to the air "Aha, I found you a way which will be both entertaining and informative. Your first lesson will be to go to the Inshamari Institute of Archives and manage to get your hands in a handful of official recordings from a so-called Ascending Species-State, get your paws on the last recording and contact me on Avalantus to report. Surely a knowledgeable scribe like yourself will be able to manage such a petty task, no?" she brought out a pen-looking device and handed it to Iabek "Use this if you get in trouble with the Eshnadim, they might not be as open as you may imagine. And before you ask, this is merely a digital key that jams gates' eye-recognition. Have fun student!" with that she turned around and shouted "Who wants ice cream? Granma Noxy is buying!" taking Xyanni and Rys for a walk.
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Sar'Ksasa nodded in approval towards the mighty claw-gauntlets "Crude but able to cut through dura-steel, quaint" she was about to refer to some of her own claw-cleaves happily before Tyf continued. This time the so-called Great Dragoness of Saherod appeared to be fuming, angered by the insinuations of this barbarian Kas'hat! The insolence and ignorance! She stomped her front feet, piercing Tyfrondor with her eyes "Your flame-brained friend understood nothing! There's no person-hoods! We are Katak'sar, dragons from hatching to the end of the great eternal fire! These vessels carried our minds and thoughts as needed to fool the barbaric softskins, nothing more. They were vessels as you use a ship to travel the ether ...does this mean you are a leisure yacht Grand Drake Tyfrondor?" Ymira looked curiously at Tyfrondor to verify that he indeed was no yacht prompting her mother to push her behind her wing "Hehehe ...hatchlings! Nevertheless, to answer you; We ask for all that is ours by right, regardless what the softskins may think. We have never bowed to a stinking human or otherwise in our true forms, we stand sovereign and demand all the wealth we have acquired to be returned to us. Softskin titles and pleasantries are irrelevant to us, we only recognize one title and that is Great Dragon, ruler of Sa'Herod!" she then turned around looking at the massive palace and then at the Watrike guards with an unnerving smirk only to turn back to Tyfrondor, looking rather sultry "See dear, we do not ask for anything extreme ...we merely ask for the common decency of our hoard, MY hoard ..that I created after my foolish father blew our entire fortune with his hopeless wars. I am talking billions of estandhars, the ownership of the Talmyrene debt, the Bank of the Sun, the Velsera Company ..you name it, it is rightfully mine and mine alone! How would you feel if your entire hard-won fortune was taken from you solely because softskins distrust dragons? What do I say! ..of course you know! The whole Nebulaic civil war proved it. You have merely the Fire-Saints by your side, but you could very well be in my position, Heord could be Sa'Herod in the future ..think about that dear and perhaps we could make a deal to get back at those pesky little buggers!" Myrsa, immensely bored, was moving her paw as if it was talking behind her sister's back, thankfully Sar'ksasa did not notice her as the ambitious young matriarch walked close to Tyfrondor, upping up her seductive tone "After all we are lone and misjudged dragons in a world of envious evil beings, it only makes sense to be allies ...and if you could give me my wealth, I could perhaps give you the world. What do you say?" Ymira moved her mother's wing looking at Tyfrondor with a big smile "Mom said she is rich and you're strong!" Sar'ksasa turned around rather angry "For the fire of the Saints! Let mommy do her job!"
Zenos wasn't really offended by the lack of a reception at the landing site, he was understanding of the security and secrecy of this meeting. As such he was quite fine with seeing the Lord Chamberlain and Lord Master. The change in the Lord Master was noted, though Zenos supposed such changes did happen and made no comment on that. Upon arriving at the room with the privy council, Zenos returned the greetings with a smile before taking a seat and waiting for the arrival of the Bezzanian Emperor.
The sight of the Emperor when he did return was a bit surprising. Zenos was indeed a bit shorter than Martin now, though Zenos was quite sure that this was because Martin had grown. A fair bit of growth too in such a time span, and not only in the physical department. The way Martin carried himself was quite different to how Zenos remembered him as well, such as in his voice. A notable change from the more meek Emperor he remembered, which brought Zenos mentally back to the reports he had received before coming here. For now however he shoved that to the back of his mind and accepting the gesture of a handshake, returning it with a smile and speaking happily, "It's a pleasure to be here, Martin. I sure hope it's you who has grown and not I who has grown shorter, I would hope I am not growing that old yet."
He moved to the chair that was reserved for him, with the rest of the Zantine delegation taking other seats and Zeno's guards taking their own positions. Brackson stayed more to the side this time. Zenos listened to the Bezzanians speak, waiting for them to finish before rising and speaking himself, with more confidence than usual, "This gesture of friendship is most appreciated by me and the people of Zantium, and this offer in particular has come at an excellent time. In the wake of the damages and strife of the civil war within Iammelon, the Zantine Legions and Navy have been depleted. Not helped by the actions of my younger brother, Prince Basil, taking much of what remained in his own personal quest northwards." That last sentence struck on a bit of a sore spot for the Zantines, Prince Basil's independent strike northward out of Iammelon and into the far north, into the lands of the feline M'hassari. It was a matter the Zantines preferred not to speak of, both due to its sensitivity and embarrassment. But it was reality, and the fact it was addressed showed Zenos was taking this seriously.
"But this has in turn created opportunity, which I intend to seize." Zenos continued, "As Bezannia is taking this chance to reorganize its armed forces, so too shall I. This is a chance for Zantium to reverse the atrophy of our legions that has stained us for the past generations, shake off old ideas and bring in new, fresh ones. The forceful retirement of our old vessels opens the way to the creation of new ones. The Legions will change as well. The Astra Legis will receive new equipment, as well as new training. You have my guarantees that we will work closely with Bezannia, we shall learn from you as you may learn from us, and we can both come out stronger, ready for this new age. And this I consider is all the payment that is needed for the unfortunate situation that was the Civil War. I would like this to remain private as well, for the time being, but I am quite settled on this course of action regardless. Let us shake off the rust of the old together!"
Pausing for a moment, Zenos gestured with his hand towards another section of the table, "And that is why today, I have brought with me another member of my family. My sister, Princess Ragnia. Although she prefers the title of Imperial Admiral." He had gestured to the woman he had brought with him, a tall woman with black hair and a stern demeanor, wearing a military uniform. She simply nodded at being addressed, and Zenos continued, "As I fully admit I am more personally suited to diplomatic and administrative matters, never been the best general or warrior. So I called upon a member of my family who is suited for this. I assure all of you, Zantium will pull its weight in this agreement."
While Zenos was speaking, Brackson was analyzing the room. He noticed the Meascthan, and her glare upon the Emperor. That caused the Taurus to quietly grunt, and while the Emperor was giving his little speech, Brackson made his way carefully across the room, towards the servants. He quietly placed himself next to the strange woman, crossing his arms before quietly speaking towards her, "See something? I certainly would hope the Emperor doesn't look unseemly."
Feme was smirking at her small victory, but that faded as Ortysian continued and she looked on curiously at what he meant. She was distinctly unprepared when he suddenly kneeled and brought out the dagger. Putting a hand to her mouth in shock, she was silent for a few moments. But then a smile and an excited look came over her as she happily took the dagger, "Of course I still want to! I have for a long, long time, and that hasn't changed!" She then quickly caught herself, and looked around a bit to make sure nobody had seen that break in her character, before looking at Ortysian with a bit of concern, "But... Are you sure? I would happily accept, and there is no law or person in the Anubite Empire that can stop me, so my nephew and all the Rwims would go along with it as well if I pushed. It's a big deal though, there's a lot to this! You know this but... Forever means forever for Anubites. Even beyond death, marriage persists between the souls, as that is who is married in Anubite tradition. Not to mention the question of preserving your spirit to be alongside mine..." Then, shaking her head, Feme put a smile on her face again, "But you know a lot of that already, don't you? All you need to know from me now is my answer is yes. If you wish it, I will happily return to Astana with you this time not as a diplomat or visitor, but as your wife, if you will have me." She offered him a hand to help him stand up, "Besides, it has been too long since I've seen it."
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Zenos stayed quiet to let Sofya speak, only smiling in amusement at her rather grandiose ideas and plans. While they were quite beyond reality, he had to admit he much preferred seeing this excited side of his daughter to the alternative. But he knew the trick she was pulling here, and he would not fall for that one again. He put a hand on her shoulder as an indication to calm down, patting her on the head with his other hand and speaking, "Ah ah, the puppy eyes won't work this time young lady. I am still Emperor, and I don't intend to give my job away that quickly!" He stepped back, "But that does not mean I won't give you anything. You are young yet, Sofya, with much to learn. But I think it is time I respect your enthusiasm and all the time you've spent in class rooms, so perhaps this learning doesn't need to continue in those. From here on, we work together. But before I can let you go for those crazy big ideas you have in your head, I first need to see what you can do with some real responsibilities, not just the phantom ones of expectations that me and your mother have put on you."
He turned to look at a nearby wall, which had a map of the present day Zantine boundaries as well as areas which were quite close to Zantium, "I'll have to talk it over with your mother, but I am sure I can convince her that some experience is what you really need. A place to channel your excitement and refine it. So before you get on your ideas of handling the entire Nebula... Let's first let you see a bit more of it besides Minos and Instabull, hm?" He pointed towards a section of the map towards the Iammelonian East, "I don't believe you've ever been to Daslask, have you? It's a lovely planet, but a bit out of the way. Not technically part of the Zantine Domain as according to the Union, but its people and culture are as Zantine as Minos. Helps that Instabull is its closest trading partner still, their fisheries have probably provided quite a bit of the food you've eaten here. I want you to use a smaller version of your big idea, as I want to send you there to lead some relief efforts we Zantines are running there in the wake of the civil war. I don't want you thinking about Javalus or anything else, I want you to take this chance to talk with the people there, the people of our Empire. This is a chance for you to get some real experience Sofya, and also keep the symbolism of our crown and imperial family alive. How does that sound?"
As the Emperor and his daughter were busy conversing inside the lounge, their faithful Rangian Captains were waiting outside guarding the door. The two Taurus were silent for a while after the two Lasacrids went inside, but that silence was soon broken by Brackson. The larger Taurus looked to Appa and smirked, speaking jovially, “You seem to be in good spirits, Appa. We haven’t spared for quite a while, we should correct that. I need to make sure you aren’t growing sloppy.” Appa smiled back, “Haven’t had the time for that, but I assure you I have not been slacking off, Lord Captain. My position is too important to let myself get complacent. Perhaps next time we get the chance to spar, I’ll even be able to teach you a thing or two.” “Hah! Confident. I like it, a Rangian Captain must be self assured of their abilities. But I have to make sure you don’t get delusional either. A guard in your position can’t get too cocky, we hold big responsibilities you know!” And that was when a sudden shift occurred in Brackson, his friendly tone suddenly becoming deadly serious, “And on that… You have made some major mistakes, Captain.”
The shift caught Appa off guard, as this was not a side of the Lord Captain that she, or most of the Rangian Vanguard for that matter, were used to. It reared its head rarely, hidden deeply under his normal personality. They all knew it to exist, it was part of what made Brackson a good Rangian Lord Captain besides his martial capabilities, but that didn’t mean they were really prepared whenever his serious side shifted into action. And she knew she was on the receiving end now. Staying silent, she just looked to the Lord Captain, preparing herself for the explanation.
Brackson glared into Appa’s eyes for a moment, and then he snorted, “You forgot the other part of our unique positions as Rangian captains. Guardian, friend, and advisor. That is our purpose. You have done well in the first two tasks, but failed in the third. And I know you are very close to Princess Sofya. That closeness is special, I know it well. As far as I am concerned the Emperor is my brother, and I know he feels the same. I can see that between you and Sofya as well… But you have allowed yourself to overextend your position. Love has overshadowed responsibility.” Appa was visibly confused, and feeling a bit defensive. She did not like the Lord Captain questioning her closeness to her charge, but she held her tongue for now, to allow him to continue. Which after a moment, he did, “As we are effectively siblings of our charges, it is easy to forget that our primary duty is not just to be their friends and companions. We are advisors as well, meant to serve as positive influences, and counteract their worst impulses. You have not done this. You indulged in the Princess’s antics, and positioned yourself as her only friend and sibling she needed. Captain, you are partially responsible for the rift between the crown Princess and the other children of the Emperor, as well as encouraging her actions that led to this outburst. The speech for instance that started this whole mess was your responsibility to prevent.”
Appa looked away, thinking. She couldn’t totally disagree with Brackson, but she also couldn’t agree. Shaking her head, she quietly spoke back, “I can’t apologize, Lord Captain. Not for what I think is right. Sofya was alone, overwhelmed. She didn’t grow up here, she grew up on that planet of Eskalivi. With the legacy of two Empires bearing down on her, she needed a friend. Is it so wrong to try and be a shoulder to lean on? To try and make her feel special so she could handle the burdens everyone is pressing on her? All I wanted was to help. And maybe I overstepped, maybe I was too much of a sister to the point where I separated her from her real siblings… But they don’t understand either! They’re not the heir. They don’t carry the weight of expectations and legacy! Even if they are judged, they aren’t expected to lead. I just wanted Sofya to be free to dream, to be her own person instead of just another princess…” Appa spoke from the heart, as this was never something she rehearsed or prepared for. She looked up to Brackson and then winced, as the massive Taurus glared down on her. She steeled herself for the response to her defiance.
Brackson for his part stared into Appa’s eyes a while longer, and then he sighed, shaking his head, “You are not wrong to feel that way, Appa. But you allowed those emotions to overcome your better judgment. In your efforts you have confused the Princess’s dual identity. In giving her shelter from the perhaps backward ways of the Shyrites, you have stunted her ability to acknowledge that part of her being. This has bred resentment. You have given her a shoulder to cry on, yes, but a purely Zantine one. And the fact of the matter is that she was not born purely Zantine, she does carry two legacies on her back and you should've helped her grow strong enough to carry both.” He shifted himself to face Appa fully before continuing, “You have committed yourself too much to being her friend. But our role is not just that. We are also here to guide our charges on being good rulers. This doesn’t mean stamping out dreams or ideals. But it means tempering them. If you truly love somebody, you must help them grow, not shield them from all trouble.” He put a hand on Appa’s shoulder, “You have messed up so far, but I know you two have a close bond. You can use this to correct course while you still can, Appa. You don’t need to ruin her dreams, or abandon your friendship. You just need to loosen your grip to allow her to grow, and use what is left to guide her on a more sensible course. She can still be Sofya Lasacris, she doesn’t need to give up who she is. But your job is to help her accept that she is the Crown Princess, a daughter of both Instabull and Shyr, and one sibling in a family. She doesn't have to stand on her own.”
He stepped back, taking up his guard position on the door again, leaving Appa with a lot to think about. Brackson then suddenly regained his upbeat tone from the start, “You know, speaking of crazy dreams… The Emperor wasn’t much different as a child! I remember once he stayed up all night drawing a picture for his idea of a mighty planet ship with which he would reconquer all of the Zantine Empire’s peak borders and beyond! Mad schemes to restore all the greatness of the Empire. Like building a giant space station to serve as his new capital because he found Instabull depressing. That and more, a lot of which I had to talk him out of. Not to mention his ideas for somehow convincing the Anubites to give up their ways and finally become Zantine! One had to do with becoming a ghost himself, but without dying…” The Lord-Captain went on to describe such stories of the more wild Zenos in his youth, and Brackson having to be the voice of reason. Stories that told things that few would know about the generally rather grounded and sensible Emperor. All clearly an effort to cheer Appa up, and restore some brevity, which the younger captain did appreciate. Still, Appa had quite a bit to consider now.
As soon as Nia gave her thumbs up, the simulation began in earnest, with a big loudspeaker howling to indicate that the simulation was now active. The small hovering drones activated their projectors, creating the images of the simulated enemies. Cendri had chosen to just work with what was already in the system, creating images of pirates. The blank tiles also altered their appearance to create the resemble of the inside of a warehouse, which the hologram pirates were protecting. The other Watrike moved to get into cover, but they all watched as Nia threw her rifle like a javelin straight at one of the Holo-Pirate's neck. For its credit, the hologram did in fact simulate the piercing of the rifle through the neck, removing its head from its body before the rest of the hologram disappeared to simulate that the pirate would be very dead. The rifle sadly was in the wall and certainly broken. The other Watrike were surprised, though the first one to react was Tenkan, who gave a thumbs up and commented, "Good aim, precise. Nia should use knife that is thrown next time, work with talent." He was a Marksman after all and approved of Nia's skill. The second to respond was Cendri, who looked over at the rifle in the wall before commenting, "Aim good, but use of rifle bad. This how use rifle." He emerged from cover and fired a burst of three shots from the training rifle. Each shot impacted with another Holo-Pirate, two impacting the chest before the third impacted the head, causing the hologram to fade out to simulate the pirate's death. Cendri spoke up again, "Use trigger, aim, bang. Will teach more advanced technique later. For now, Nia has no rifle. Watch Iula." He gestured to the red Watrike. As Cendri gestured to her, Nia would be able to watch Iula dashing forward. She was getting in a lot closer, and Nia could notice that she had a small bayonet attached to her training rifle. The Bayonet wasn't sharp but it had a small piece on the end of it that indicated to the holograms what the sharp part was. Iula was moving between cover as two of the Holo-Pirates were firing at her, shooting lasers that would register with the armor she was wearing if they hit, but she was moving too fast for them to properly aim at her. She fired a few shots of her own to force them into cover before charging forward, suddenly pouncing in, blasting one with a few shots to the chest and then impaling the second holo-pirate. Perhaps not tactically the best choice, but it was an action a Watrike's dexterity and speed afforded them, and Iula was training that side of herself.
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Charka smiled at seeing Ani appear to be pleased with the sight of her daughter, that eased some concerns. Charka gave a nod, "Your daughter has been very friendly thus far, it's true. It'll serve her well. But it's good to hear that you are ready. The vehicle you are inside is already on its way to the facility I chose for you. It will be a fairly long trip into the deserts of Watroonik, but it will be worthwhile. The facility won't be ready on arrival, it'll take some time to get the old bunker into proper working shape as a lab, but I felt it would be good to have you there for the process. Let you set the place up in a way you like. For now, you can rest for the ride. Until we speak again, Dr. Ani, welcome back to Trikorn and Tyfrondor's service." With that, the hologram of Charka disappeared and the communicator turned off.
It would be a few more hours before the armored car they were riding in arrived at its destination, following a lonely road out into the great desert. And then off that road, to an area far away from any population center. The car finally stopped when they arrived at a small hill, which had a massive vault styled door to it. This was one of the ancient bunkers of Trikorn, built before the Very² Bad War, and one of the bunkers had that allowed the Watrike species to survive the nuclear Armageddon of that war. Past those doors was a large underground complex, still bearing the trappings of an old time in which many Watrike had to hide out here. But it was empty now, mostly stripped of its interior, but ready to be repurposed. It would be up to Ani to help guide the renovation of this place into a proper lab she could work in.
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Iabek wasn't really expecting that response, he was hoping she would spill some more information directly. However he was interested now, and had gotten an interesting lead. He couldn't be certain that the woman wasn't just lying to him and sending him on a fool's errand, but she seemed a little too emotional for it to be a lie. More like she really wanted to prove something but couldn't say it directly. He could use that. So he took the pen-looking device, looking it over before grunting, "I'll play your game, Taggaren Youngling. A trick or no I was leaving this planet anyways, and there is value in going to Inshamari regardless. If your words have any value at all to them, then we will speak again." With that he watched her go off towards the other princelings, as Iabek looked over the strange pen again. He sighed, but at least this way he could send a smaller report on her strange words, as well as get some backup. But it did seem that when he hitched a ride back to Iammelon, he would not be headed back home, instead he would be visiting Inshamari. He turned and walked away, leaving the palace behind. He wondered what the Red Dragon who had brought him here was doing, but he supposed that was of no consequence to him. He was doing an investigation of his own now.
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Tyfrondor simply snorted at Sar'ksasa's first batch of words, sending out a little fire, distinctly unamused by the insult towards his friend. Ezron in the back didn't seem to notice however. He had gotten his answer however, so that was something. He did notice the look in her eyes as she was explaining her wealth which she wanted back so much, and her movements gave away some of her intentions quite clearly. As she finished by turning around towards her daughter, Tyfrondor slammed the ground with his tail, "Enough prattling! Listen now as the Grand Drake speaks!" He glared for a moment before toning himself down a bit when he bent his head to look at Ymira a bit, speaking more softly, "You are indeed right, little one, that is what your mother is saying. And she is right that I am strong, and that she is rich... If she gets her wealth back, that is. Something she needs my strength to do." He turned his look to Sar'ksasa, his tone going a bit colder now as he addressed her, "As for your offer, an alliance has value. You are right that if you were to get your hoard and possessions back, you would have quite a bit of usefulness to you. And if I were to champion the return of said hoard to you, I would expect to be repaid for the effort with your allegiance. Which would require your recognition of my title, the only one recognized on Heord!" After making that point more clear, he spoke in a more even tone, "Now, contesting the return of your hoard will likely be a legal battle with the Talmyrox to recognize your ownership of the various assets that belonged to your Ghashyr self. As you have argued those bodies were mere vessels for your true self, which stands before me now, a similar argument can likely be made there upon publicly claiming so. A necessary action to assert that Dragons are entitled to their property. However on your offer of alliance, I will need a better guarantee than your words. A more binding pact would be required, an alliance of clans." He went quiet for a minute, before finally stating, "My son is more capable in these matters of banking and accounting, so I believe it would be wise to call upon his expertise for this, and perhaps he can also help in the matter of an alliance."
Martin seemed pleased by the emperor's speech. The other members of the privy council were also engaged in the talk, though it seemed they were mostly there to support Martin. Richard nodded carefully to the princess and listened to her introduction. As a whole the room seemed to enjoy the words that were being said. Martin spoke again, "excellent. Hard times are coming and we all know it. This... corridor authority, it does not have the power to maintain any kind of control over the more troublesome regions of the Bezannian-Tordelian border. It was all a stunt, performed by a princess seeking attention. The Ghashear are on the edge of that precipice, they have remained stuck in their ways too long. I think we all see it plain as a field under moonlight. This was a gamble for them, a powerplay to exert their muscles. They are showing the rest of us they still think we're subject to their dominion. For now we must play the game but there will come a time when their will shall not move nations like it used to. The time of antiquated empires is over. Newer empires must rise to retain the crowns. And we must capitalise while the chance is fresh." Martin nodded, "My cousin is the head of a cadet branch of the House of Goodcastle. Her family recently acquired human family through an adoption of a soon to be extinct house. I wish for my new adopted human cousins to be married into Zantine. Hurvecht and humans cannot produce heirs but this way our empires can begin the process of intermarrying. I wish for it to be so." Martin finished his long thought and waited for Zenos' reply.
The Lord Marshal and Steward each chimed in with similar beliefs, "Having a member of both imperial houses produce an heir would be critical for our friendship." The Lord Steward said. "We know that the adopted son of a nephew of the emperor's cousin is perhaps not the ideal candidate for marriage but it is the best we could arrange for given the special differences between our empires." The Lord Marshal added.
On the other side of the room, the woman in white seemed to furrow her eyebrows into a scowl upon being forced to look away from Zenos. She glared in Brackson's direction but her expression changed quickly as she took in the captain's appearance. Almost as if she was expecting someone else. Her expression turned quizzical but she did not say anything. Finally she opened her mouth to speak and gave a soft whispered tone that was silvery and gentle. "I must return to my work. Please afford me my duties." She said and returned her gaze to Zenos.
Nia was amused by her kill, wagging her tail as Tenkan complimented her aim. Nevertheless Cendri's disapproval appeared to stop her tail-wag, though she smiled and nodded once "Alright, this one will adapt". She already knew she was the best at this, so if she had to show the testers this, she would; saddened she realized all this was not a game or an actual friend-making process, but a great test like before that she had to prove she was best in, not have fun. For a few moments she stopped still, doing nothing but carefully analyzing every little move and every detail the other Watrike were doing while shooting. Her eyes flickered at the sound of reloading, the clicks of the triggers, the burst of the blasts; all of them secluded and analyzed continuously as they happened. Every little move, every press of a finger, every step, all were in this one's head now ..."precise" she muttered to herself "but not fast enough". After a few minutes her new friends would probably wonder what had gotten to Nia, but she would not even flicker her eyes. Suddenly, her legs and tail straightened entirely, she grabbed the rifle slowly, then out of nowhere begun shooting at all targets one after the other with extreme precision and speed. What was more peculiar however was that she was neither smiling or making the slightest sound, being completely and utterly lacking emotions as she mowed down her targets in the split of seconds. As the counter totaled, meaning she had finished with a record time, she turned with a tremendously cold and professional tone towards Cendri "This one has finished the test successfully first. What is this one tested for afterwards?"
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Despite Tyfrondor's sincerely terrifying tone, this only got a small kiss blow and fake rawr as a response from Sar'ksasa which was extremely irritating. Thankfully Ymira kept things cool in the room, as she always has had. With Tyfrondor ending his proposition, Sar'ksasa genuinely smiled, scaring a bit both Myrsa and Ymira who were used to her devilish grins and angry stares. The young ambitious dragoness stood back on her tail and clapped with her front paws "Great! If he is even half as handsome and strong-willed as you are, you can expect a dozen eggs in no time, I assure you, I can't wait!" Ymira looked at her mom rather weirded out and disgusted "...ewww mom! You're going to lay eggs like a Jalaor and sell them to Mr Tyfrondor?" this caused Myrsa to laugh loudly, so loudly that a few guards from afar would tilt their heads to the side to try and deduce what was so funny. Sarxaxa's usual callous stare returned, much to everyone's relief; after keeping Myrsa's snout closed with her paw and shoving Ymira to Myrsa's embrace, she shoo'd them both with her wing and tactfully returned to Tyfrondor "Ehm, anyway ...I would be honored to signify our alliance in this way, as for how you will get my hoard ...I already have a great idea to kill two Jalaors with one stone" pointing at a Watrike guard. Loud laughs could be heard from afar as Myrsa and Ymira burst into laughter once more "HAHAHAHA ...JALAORS!"
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As he stood up, he immediately hugged the Anubite "I would have you anywhere and anytime and you know that. You have been my soulmate Feme, ever since we met and destroyed my mother's wishes for an alliance with the Zantines ...oh, my poor mother, I think she is happy regardless. She surely knows I would never find a more beautiful and smart woman in the entire universe that would make me half as happy. A lifetime together with you has been all that really mattered to me in the end..." with that he kissed Feme and took her by the hand "Perhaps we should announce it to the High Lord, I have already told my sister and courtiers what I am here for." -
Sofya tried keeping up the puppy eyes, but soon this turned into a pout as she heard of Zenos' plan. She looked to the side rather ashamed and annoyed "Daslask ...but daaad! It reeks of FIIISH!" soon the anger turned to denial, and finally acceptance: She smirked and raised her eyebrow in the most Alfari way ...seriously, who taught her that? unimaginable! "Oh well ...if it is for the Empire, I am your loyal servant ...your imperial highness, oh mighty Emperor Dad the Fun Destroyer. Fish gutting duty it is." she suddenly returned to her old self after that disgusting showing of disrespect, "Can I go shopping for some new clothes before I go please? I don't want the Drelakini to think I do not value them. Pleeeeease!" ...aaaand the puppy eyes returned. Someone ought to teach her some respect.
Cendri and his compatriots watched Nia switch into a very different form. It wasn't precisely unusual to them, as they as Watrike all had something similar. All of them had been in combat, and this resembled the combat mode of the Watrike. It was certainly impressive however, as it was like their own combat mode but intensified. Tenkan and Iula both clearly now saw what Cendri meant by Nia being an enhanced Watrike. When it was finished, a loud "BEEEEP" sounded, and the room began to shift back into its dormant state to indicate that the simulation was over. Cendri however was not quite so happy. He noticed the tone and the change in attitude, but then he tilted his head to the side at the question, "Test? Not test, Nia. Not student, or competition. Is training simulation for teamwork. No testing coming after, unless Nia enroll in academy." He was beginning to get an idea of Nia a bit more now, thinking for a moment before speaking, "Simulation over. Nia good at combat, this one needs no validation for this." He turned around to Tenkan and Iula, "This one requests additional assistance. Simulation of combat over, change to simulation for rock climb and skyfall."
The two other Watrike tilted their heads and looked to eachother, before looking to Cendri and nodding. Cendri then looked back to Nia, "Come, put training equipment back. Not needed now." He went back towards the lockers, and began to put away the simulation equipment. He did however look to Nia to speak as he did so, "If Nia have issue, can tell this one. Did not wish to disturb fun, Nia is not student or soldier here. Only guest. Have choice." After that and stepping back he gestured towards Iula and Tenkan, who had gotten out of their own training gear. They were still wearing uniforms, as that was just what was expected of Watrike. But Cendri spoke again, "Now, has Nia done skyfall before? This one knows that one can climb, but next simulation is for big fall from sky! Uses turbine."
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Her irritating tone certainly annoyed Tyfrondor, who was not fond of this youngling's attitude or her very weird flirting. Her statement did get a nod from Tyfrondor, although then Ymira made her comment and Tyf had to suppress a small chuckle at the idea the youngling got from that. He was fortunately experienced in this, and managed to avoid letting out any sounds. Although when Sarxaxa pointed over at the Watrike guard, the guard looked down at his crotch momentarily before tilting his head to the side in confusion. He did not understand how Sarxaxa expected him to lay any Jalaor eggs with which to use, and looked in confusion at Tyfrondor for clarification on this. Meanwhile in the back of the room, Tarral chuckled at Ymira's words as well, and didn't stop when Sarxy gave the mean eye. She patted Myrsa on the back and smirked, speaking quietly, "Guess she wants to rebuild her fortune by becoming an egg merchant..."
The Grand Drake sighed and nodded, "My son takes after me quite well, you will find. I've called him down already, he'll be here soon enough. But as for your idea..." He glanced in the direction of the Watrike Sarxy had pointed at, "I am presuming you want one of my Watrike to forcefully retrieve your lost hoard. I am hoping you have more of a plan for that rather than just stealing a lot of gold. If you can present a good enough plan for me, I will consent to one of my Watrike carrying it out. Although I can already tell any idea in your head would be less than legal, so I can already guess which of my Watrike I would need to call upon." As Tyf finished, another door in the Grand Drake's chamber opened, and all the Watrike in the room shaped up and gave a stomp with their right feet simultaneously to honor the arrival. That arrival was another Golden Dragon, large and strong, with a mighty resemblance to Tyfrondor. He wasn't armored but he quickly took notice of the Valxes in the room, giving them an analytical look, sizing them up but also carefully inspecting each of them to try and get a feel of who he was dealing with now. Tyfrondor smiled, and spoke up while gesturing towards the new arrival, "Ah, and here is my son now. All of you, meet Razethorne, my second child and my son."
Razethorne, now introduced, walked up and gave a respectful bow of his head towards the Grand Drake, before raising it and speaking, "Greetings, father, I have answered your summons. I presume these are the Dragons from Shyr that uncle Ezron sent word of. If you need my assistance in settling them on Shyr, I offer it gladly." He then turned to look towards Sar'ksasa, and up close it was pretty clear to see for her that Razethorne had inherited his father's capable physique, although he was clearly much younger and more spry, "You look to be their leader, judging from the fact you are the one up front speaking to my father. You know my name now, and according to Ezron's report you must then be Sar'ksasa. Welcome to Heord."
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Feme returned the hug, quite pleased to hear that reaffirmed. She nodded and grasped his hand tightly, "Yes, it is about time to tell my nephew. He's been waiting already, and now we have quite the news for him. Right this way, dearest fiancé..." She smiled at finally getting to use that word, although if she got her way it wouldn't be just that word for very long. She guided Ortysian towards the exit of the garden, right into another small chamber which resembled a meeting room. Adorned on the walls here were a variety of family treasures the Rwims had in their possession. Ancient Khopesh swords, old Anubite masks and helmets, various staffs belonging to High Lords of old, and other little relics which all told bits of the Rwim Family story. And sitting there at a table quietly was High Lord Sethus Rwim, who glanced up as Feme and Ortysian entered the room. Feme made a curtsy of respect, getting a nod of approval from Sethus before speaking, "Greetings, High Lord Sethus. I finally bring before you Prince Ortysian Arganraxel, as well as good news. I have accepted an offer of marriage from the Prince. I ask your permission for the marriage and to hold the ceremony here as well."
The High Lord was quiet for a moment, before sighing and standing up, "I'll admit, I was waiting for this when I heard you had both arrived. If only father was around to see this, his sister finally getting to marry the Ghashyr she was simply head over heels for... I am certain that you do not care whether or not I accept, Aunt Feme, as I am certain you would do it anyways. But you have my consent. The preparations for a marriage truly worthy of two imperial households will made. Such things won't take long."
Feme smiled, and walked over to Sethus to give him a hug, "Thank you, nephew. And yes, it is a shame Faourket isn't here to see this, but I am glad his son will be there at least. That would've been good enough for my brother." She then backed up from the High Lord and turned to Ortysian with a smile, "Well now, all that matters now is getting ready for the ceremony. Although I suppose if you wish to speak with the High Lord about political matters, now is the time as well. But regardless of what you do now... Tomorrow you are mine." She smiled in such a way that showed her teeth, a feisty side of Feme Ortysian would've seen before when she got excited and possessive.
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Zenos crossed his arms and gave a tern look of disapproval, "You've been watching too much of that Tordelian anime junk. It's teaching you bad lessons. Daslask does not stink of fish, Sofya, it's very rude to say that! And you won't be gutting fish, you'll have more important work to do. You're helping them rebuild their world, so you need to act properly! Emperor Dad might be willing to put up with that attitude, but the Drelakini won't like it as much." He then sighed as the puppy eyes reengaged, this time he was a bit weaker and nodded, "If you absolutely must... very well. You can do a little shopping before you go, but not too much! They'll be more offended if you're late, you know. Still, I think this will be good for you, Sofya. You wanted your chance to help the people and the Empire, this is it, no matter how it may seem. I'll make sure Appa is sent a notification when you need to get going. Now have some fun shopping and then get going." He then gave Sofya a hug before waving goodbye. Outside, the two Rangian Captains were patiently waiting, with Appa smiling upon seeing Sofya again. After some shopping, it would be off to Daslask with the two of them, to assist the Drelfanos of Daslask in rebuilding her planet.
Zenos had to rub the back of his head as this topic came up. The corridor authority was a touchy subject, between the Union and the Ghashyr and it was one he didn't like. The problem was that the 'princess seeking attention', was his daughter. One who had distinctly over extended herself, and he had to deal with that fact she was indeed seeking attention. After a moment of silence at the awkwardness, Zenos spoke up to address this, "Yes the corridor authority was a rather sudden and undesired change, facilitated by the Ghashyr and the Iammelonian Union. I don't expect it to hold very long, given the troublesome region it inhabits. And I do have to add my personal apologies for that entire stunt occurring at all. It is a matter that require rectification, but the stunt was performed not by the princess. She was merely pushed along to present an idea that was in reality birthed by forces within the Talmyrox and the Iammelonian Union, to take advantage of the troublesome border. We will have to move to solve this issue, and you can rest assured that I will do what I can from within Iammelon to handle that authority. As for the princess seeking attention, she got plenty, and that matter will be handled internally. No similar stunts will occur again."
He decided to leave that subject alone for now as it was a bit awkward for him, but the next topic was an interesting one. Zenos put a hand to his chin in thought before speaking, "It is indeed true that Human and Hurvecht cannot create children, just as Human and Taurus cannot or Ialao and Drelakini cannot. A reality of biology that has made marriage alliances troublesome. However this development of adoption is an interesting one, and perhaps useful. While I am of course married myself, I am not insulted by the offering of a adopted son. While those who are adopted cannot become Emperors in the Zantine Empire by tradition, my people see no issue with the prospect of adoption, including of a different species. It is legitimate, as far as I am concerned. The Lasacris line has many branches as well, and I even have unmarried siblings. Ragnia here for instance." He gestured to his younger sister, who gave the Emperor a glare for offering up that bit of information but did nod in affirmation. Although it was fairly clear she was not a fan of the subtle offering up. Zenos continued, "Your adoptive couns, Emperor Martin, will find a match with us, and we can tie our Empires closer together through such a bond. Though I am not too big on arranged marriages between people who know too little of eachother. I'd like to meet the prospect if at all possible."
Brackson had to admit this Meascthan was an odd one, wondering who exactly she was expecting to intervene here. Perhaps one of the Bezi guards? Still, the fact her gaze returned to Zenos meant he couldn't really leave this one alone. Not without knowing more of what exactly was going on here at least. So he leaned down a bit and spoke in a quieter tone, effectively whispering back to her in a still stern voice, "I'd like to, but you are currently keeping a bit too close of an eye on the subject of my duty. So your work is bumping up into mine, and my duty requires that I know why." He glanced back to Zenos really quick just in case something was off, as he really did not like this situation, before returning his gaze to the strange woman.
As a woman of sentimentality, fashion was a concept that she pondered deeply about from time to time. Partly as a result of Anubite’s infamous navel-gazing being rubbed off on her. And the other simply being that she’s somewhat of an unofficial anthropologist. Although she’s currently taking a class to turn that into an ‘official’.
Everyone, no matter how they may feel about what they adorn their mortal coil. It is expressing who they are as a person. A reflection of how they see themselves. For the high culture of the Hoshizoran nobility, no matter the star they were born under.
That said, she quite liked the dress of pearls. The color serves to make her maple leaf hair and gold-coin eyes stand out even more. The small, amusing thing that she withheld was that she was flattered that she was bestowed a dress that crystallized purity. She doesn’t blame them for viewing her in such a light. Nor should she ever complain about it, image was everything when it came to the crust of society.
Many were unfortunately too boring to accept a certain side of her. Her husband was the only one to get to see those sides. And vice versa. There isn’t a singular soul in the entire galaxy that would ever imagine the ‘truth’ behind the closed doors of their residence. Her husband was mystical to their people, a ‘god’ to the empire in all but name. He was certainly a god in her eyes, albeit in very different ways.
When she was told to eat light it didn’t bother her. Too much eating is rather, if unhealthy when not monitored, a frequent pattern with her. Being too buried and losing track of time can do that to you. Having become a couple with her husband led to a cession of that habit. Having a tight schedule to follow meant it was necessary to be very aware of how time is being used.
On the rise, she psyched herself up. Recalling the many lessons given to her. With the sweetest of smiles she exited the carriage while being assisted by the servant. The weight of the eyes evoke no discomfort from her. Having long grown used to being the center of attention. She came to learn how to earn being on the stage and show off why she deserved to be on it.
The gazes that felt envious were her favorite. It made her face itch because she oh so wanted to carry such a smugful expression. But that was too conflicting with the image she wanted to sell. That of a compassionate, merciful maiden who extends an open hand in peace. Not a vain woman who rubs her superiority in the faces of others. This isn’t to say she felt superior, not at all, she just sometimes wishes she can flaunt with no repercussions.
The walk was well, a walk in the park for her. Even ground is practically an alien sensation to people who lived for long periods on very uneven terrain. Can you imagine walking on a sand dune? Now try to picture doing that over a mile. There’s a reason why tourists prefer to ride on a mount rather than walk.
Speaking of mounts, she’s reminded of her great steed back home. He would have loved roaming about such a lovely park. The residences would find their supply of butter missing however.
Now for the palace, it was true that she never witnessed such a monument to opulence. Beside the people in the halls looking like they’re about to drop their new hit rap album and start breakdancing with all the jewelry on them. (She really should stop vibing to rap music when she’s studying.) She was very impressed with what she saw. If she was any poorer she felt that light would start bending around those people from how wealthy they were.
Of course, material wealth wasn’t something she valued too much. Same with the claim that comes from the Bezi rumor mill. Really, she would have more belief in Tyf being able to buy half their country. That man was quite prideful of his wealth. His mountain is an obvious testament to that.
Heulyn returned the smile with her own to Theodore. “It’s already a night that I’ll remember for a long time.” This was truly a step above every other social event she came before. Perhaps, comparing just the level of opulence, her own wedding. Solely because it was intentionally small and private. There was no desire to make a big deal out of it.
Still, she probably should mention that to her husband. He might do a power move on the Bezi to exert dominance. Or on her. She finds it cute how easy it can be to provoke a reaction out of him.
She returned the handshake prompted by the Earl. “A pleasure to meet you on such a fine night.” She bowed her head as well.
Nia thought a bit to herself how she should speak and after a quick calculation she decided to be honest and trust her new friends "This one will be clear to Cendri's question regarding an issue. This one let down guard due to magnificent learning opportunities and friendly people. This one's dream is to find place in grand society of Trikorn and aid with skills while also learning, however is unsure if Cendri or superiors share this plan for this one. This one wants merely to help, not become experiment" she thought a bit to herself then added "..except if to save children and elderly or other innocents or for good cause, yes" then she decided to smile once more "...skyfall! This one's greatest past-time! Nia will show Tenkan, Iulia and Cendri all she knows! However ...what is turbine's purpose?" she tilted her head to the side in pure confusion and curiosity.
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Myrsa laughed back with Tarral's joke, but the suddenly frowned and looked at her older sister, looking worried "You know, it would be funnier if she wasn't able to actually make a profit from selling her eggs by the dozen ..because she is capable of that. Keep an eye on her, for all of our sakes, including hers." she then looked at Tyfrondor appearing miffed and signaling with his eyes that he would prefer the company of a pack of Naga. Myrsa turned back to Tarral with an evil smirk "Damn I know that look. Back when I was Talmyr I resisted countless urges to have her made into dragon burger ...Tyfrondor might snap and make her into dragon fillet, and then someone would eat her and die of greed poisoning". Ymira pouted "Dragon fillet sounds juicy ...I am hungry Myrsa! MOOO-" Myrsa closed with her paw the youngling's mouth "Tarral, do you know anywhere that serves meat in this place? ...we could have a date ...hehe" winking as she growled suggestively, exactly like the amazing softskin, Larry, does in his TV show.
Sar'ksasa smiled as Tyf quickly understood her intended use of the Watrike, raising a claw and preparing to proudly describe her masterful plan ..however instead of this she just remained with the claw up and looking at Razethorne with a big dumb smile "Heh ...hiiiiii! You can call me Sar'ksi.. ...or naughty girl, both will do. Woof!" Both Myrsa and Ymira tilted their heads looking worried as they were about to go. The young business-dragoness while realizing her surroundings which included the towering and judgemental figure of Tyfrondor above her, she tapped her paws and took a deep breath "Forgive me, the flight from Shyr was quite a hurdle ...truth is I am indeed Sar'ksasa, or if you are interested in the wonderful world of economics ..you might know me by my Urvanyen alias of Sarxaxa, head and owner of the Bank of the Sun, major stockholder in the VeC firm and sadly ...well Omnipo once." giving a rather angry look towards Tyfrondor before turning with an extremely suggestive look towards Razethorne "I can see you are a daring dragon mr Razethorne, I would gladly show you my way of cooking the numbers some time. Nonetheless, time is arcalite; We were just talking with your father about the future of our business partnership ...our moving in Heord, I mean."
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Otrysian gave a quick suggestive wink to Feme, agreeing to the acquisition of himself by her "Of course my heart's jailor!", then suddenly felt rather awkward facing Sethus, scrubbing his chin "Well ...truth is that this was the main reason I arrived here High Lord Sethus, there is not much else to be said. You already know me well and where I stand on all issues. However, given the opportunity of speaking to the High Lord of the Anubites I will take the chance to inform him at least of my plans besides the wedding and ask one thing." He looked at the family Khopesh swords hanging by the walls and back at Sethus "...you must realize that the reasons for not marrying your aunt earlier were the least I could do to aid my house and clan, however seeing as things have worked out and considering what I plan on doing, there is not point in prolonging our mutual suffering of not being open about our bond." he approached closely and respectfully towards Sethus "...I do not wish any aid in any form from the Anubite Empire for my campaign, this marriage after all is too important for me to be made into some political game like the Zantines and Galgatyens did with theirs, as if some mere merchants. No, what I want to ask from you is your blessing to me and that you will secure a place for my sister, close family and my most loyal servants in your domain if I fail, to be treated as family. To secure this union of families long overdue I would like to hand you this..." he brought out a mighty barimetric sword with elegant golden eagles on its hilt "Arcalendalyon, the Golden Talon ..it has been in my family for as far as I know and I would not want indecent hands to touch it when I'm gone. This is the sword of my mother, her father before her and his father before him ...Talmyr after Talmyr along with the Golden Claw dagger. It is a sign of my house and name, a tool to guard justice and honor in the name of the many. The claw will have to remain with me, since a Jalaor without a claw, is heartless and alone ..please accept this old man's gift and guard it, as it is my gift to the House of Rwim, an equally noble line of rulers as the line of the eagle. If my line fails, the Halls of Tombuiorn will at least remember us." He walked and handed the sword to Sethus to examine "...as I was saying, I look forward to the wedding, and afterwards, I will offer my fallen mother justice and my Feme the crown she deserves ...I will demand my rights to the Talmyrox from Myrafiora, in the old fashioned duel way. I do not wish others to bleed for me." with that he stood next to Sethus and smiled "So, do you like this old Talon?"
Martin knew of the emperor's relation of course, he was not ignorant of such details. However it was an issue he felt that he needed to bring up regardless, perhaps to pressure Zenos into an response. When Zenos was answering he swore he could see Martin containing a smile, though he could have misinterpreted the Hurvecht's facial movements. Regardless Martin moved on and was pleased with his reponse regarding the human cousin. "Good, we must arrange some meetings. It is important to me that our empires finally create some blood bonds." The emperor nodded and seemed to move on.
The woman let out a soft sigh, before she suddenly stood to attention. Martin stood and looked to the room. "Zenos and I require privacy. Out." Martin announced. The doors opened to a small music room adjacent to the meeting room and everyone began to file out, even the guards. It seemed there was to be some words that Martin wished to share with Zenos in private. The white clad woman walked out of the room and turned to see if Brackson followed. She waited in a corner for him while everyone else went to get drinks and mingle with the zantinians.
"I am a student of the Imperial Wizard Sullivan. My work was simply to make sure your charge spoke truthfully." The woman expected Brackson to understand and seemed annoyed when he didn't. "I am a truthseer. It is one of the old arts in which I specialise. I can see lies and untruths as they are spoken. His Majesty asked me to judge your emperor as honest and I have." The woman nodded to end her sentence. As she spoke a guard approached her and bowed to whisper in her ear. He stepped back and left. "Captain Brackson, I hope you are not still worried. His Majesty is only conscious of having reliable friends in these new times. I do hope you understand."
Martin waited a moment for everyone to leave before he turned back to Zenos and sat. "It is my turn to admit a bad action, friend. I had one of my court wizards in here a moment ago, they only watched you to see if you spoke the truth and did not shelter your mind by giving me false promises. I do this because it is important to me these days to have good friends. I beg your forgiveness but know that Bezannia finds itself without friends these days. The last goodwill we have with the union from our aid in the war is dwindling, the Talmyrox have an uneasy alliance, and Tordelia sits on our border still. Bezannia needs allies before the whole of the east swallows her."
The Earl and Theodore talked a while about Bezannian politics and business, things Heulyn knew very little of due to the specifics of the two Hurvecht's conversation. Though she needn't worry about listening to Theodore drone on all night about how the Lord Mayor of Dernby had another scandal involving a new mistress, or the aldermen of New Elmborough were due for a reelection thanks to the constant merchant taxes they introduced regularly. As soon as the two began their talk, Heulyn was pulled away by a Hurvecht. He was smartly dressed and had a thin face and frame. "How do you do, miss. I am Lord Ecchin of Hoppland. You are Lady Heulyn, yes? Of course you are I knew as much. You are married to the Anubite Lord, yes? How is he these days? I heard he is doing well, sequestered in your palace now." Heulyn would actually never find a moment to reply to any of Lord Ecchin's questions as he answered them all with frightening intimate knowledge of her life. Later in the evening she would learn Lord Ecchin was a massive gossip and practically knew everything about everyone. He was a green Hurvecht hidden by purple fur. He had the characteristic antisocial disorders frequent among the subspecies and had a low monotone voice. He had become a veritable library of all details of other peoples' lives. And had heard through other nobility of Heulyn and her husband. He went on for a few minutes like this, asking a question and then answering it. But he suddenly interrupted himself as he saw a tray of potted shrimp passing through the room and he excused himself to pursue it. After the departure of Lord Ecchin she was then approached by a servant with a tray of champagne. He offered her a glass and then left. Heulyn was left alone after that, free to explore the party by herself for a while.
Cendri seemed to listen and gave a nod in understanding, "This one understands. This one has no plans for Nia, this one is here to help. Shall help Nia find place. No experiment." Cendri then turned to walk, "Turbine create air resistance, simulate fall better. See for self." With that, he kept walking, as he decided Nia would be better off seeing it for herself instead of him just describing it. The location Cendri was describing was not too far away from the regular training center, and it was a very tall room. In the center there was a very large tube of sorts, with two entrances. One near the top that could be gotten to by a staircase, and another towards the bottom. At the bottom and top of the tube were two very large airducts, quite safe as they were heavily reinforced, but Nia could see the turbine Cendri had mentioned if she walked up and looked down at the bottom of the tube, as the turbine was far below it. Two Watrike technicians were working on the controls, while one Watrike was currently inside the tube. A Watrike with green scales, wearing a full body one-piece red suit which seemed to be allowing him to float. He could move up and down, and did little front-flips like he was falling through the air. He had a smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying himself. Cendri looked to Nia to explain, "Indoor skydiving chamber. Simulates fall from sky! Used to train body, prepare for sensation of fall from flycraft. Even simulation of air against face. Need to use suit to make work." He walked over towards another section of lockers, which had full body suits of various sizes in them. Cendri spoke up again, "Have to put these on, take off clothes. Use changing room." He pointed to the changing room in question. While grabbing his suit, Tenkan made a comment, "Skyfall simulation fun. Have done airdrop missions before, simulation helped. Feel like floating in air, can do many tricks. Can show Nia when inside simulation tube! Tricks not recommended for actual drop, tube is safe and allow more fun." He then went to take up a changing room stall and get into his uniform.
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Tarral observed Tyfrondor's clear displeasure, and gave a small chuckle at Myrsa describing a similar feeling. That however brought up the matter of eating, and Tarral noted that the youngling was hungry as well. She did give Myrsa a look for the suggestive growl, "I believe you have been watching too much softskin media. However the suggestion to eat is a valid one, as both you and the youngling seem to be hungry. I wouldn't mind something to eat either, myself. I know some places within the Golden Mountain, it's a large place and naturally has many locations to feed the Dragons, staff, guards, and others within it. If I am remembering correctly, there is a chamber nearby which serves as a kitchen. I haven't been there since I was a youngling and my father brought me there after a meeting with the Grand Drake. It would be nice to go there again." She smiled at the memory. "Ah, wait, we should see if we have been dismissed first..." Tarral moved to try and speak up towards Tyfrondor and Sarxaxa, but that was about when Razethorne entered the room. And she joined the other two Dragonesses in giving a weirded out tilt of the head, before shaking her head, "I think it's a good idea to go now, best not to give the Grand Drake any additional troubles." Raising her wings to prevent Myrsa or Ymira to see Sar'ksasa embarrass herself any more, she guided them out of the throneroom. The location she would bring the two younger to was nearby, a fortunately short walk away, and it was a large room that seemed to resemble a cross between a dining hall and a cafeteria. It was laid out like a Cafeteria, but the tables and arrangement was quite ornate, fit for Dragons. It even had a large, dragon-sized chandelier above to light up the room. Within the room there were two Combat Drakes, still in their armor, sitting at a table and eating a meal. Towards the back there was the kitchen Tarral mentioned, currently being manned by a large and grumpy looking Golden Dragon with darker scales, who was roasting a large chunk of meat with his fire breath at the time the three Dragonesses entered.
Back in the throne room, Razethorne maintained his polite demeanor over all, although the bark got a raised eye from him. That wasn't a part of flirting he was used to. Ever the dutiful son however, he gave her a nod, "A pleasure to meet you then, Sar'ksi. I won't be addressing you as 'naughty girl', I am afraid, as the circumstances are unfitting. Yes, I have heard the name of Sarxaxa before, as I have dealt with reports that involved the Bank of the Sun and the VeC firm before. I handled the economics of Excave before, and I handle my father's personal finances now, so I have inevitably come into contact with your interests. But now is indeed the time for duty. I am here to assist my father in any way he requires of me. I presume I have been called in to help escort your family to their new homes and handle the transfer of assets." When the two looked back to Tyfrondor finally, the Grand Drake had an extremely unamused look on his face at Sar'ksasa's 'unique' form of flirting towards his son. He did a brief smirk however at the mention of Omnipo. He snorted to make sure everyone realized he was speaking now, "Yes, back to the primary topic at hand. You, my Son, will not be handling anything so base. The matter of moving the Katak'sars into their Heordal accommodations will be handled by others, you have more important duties than touring caves." He then looked back to Sar'ksasa, "What matters right now is working out the matter of your hoard, as you clearly intend to retrieve it one way or the other. I am presuming by your comments and looks, you have a plan in mind. I would like to hear it. Razethorne here will be contributing as well in the matter of ensuring any Shyr-to-Heord transfers work out smoothly, it is in his own area of expertise. After hearing your plans, we can work out precisely what the alliance you have offered will be in practical terms."
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Sethus focused his gaze on Otrysian, standing straight and keeping his hands behind his back as the prince spoke. That is until he brought out the sword, which got a look of interest from the High Lord. When it was offered, Sethus took the sword into his hands to look it over. He was silent for a moment, before sighing and giving a small smile, "It is good that you make no requests of the Empire, as I am in no position to grant any large degree of support from the Anubite Empire beyond words. And so as High Lord, I can offer you nothing. But as Sethus Rwim, head of the House of Rwim and nephew of Feme Rwim, I can offer my blessings for your union between our two families. Along with one promise. Upon your marriage to my aunt, your close family and their servants are entirely free to seek shelter and a home on Tombuiorn, as they will be part of our greater family. Your sister shall be kept safe, and given a place, if she so wishes. I would do no less for family." He then chuckled, "The Golden Talon is a lovely sword. I appreciate the history behind it, and I am honored by the trust bestowed. But we Anubites take the matter of swords quite seriously. So I will not be allowing you to leave with merely a dagger at your side." He went up to the wall filled with Khopeshes, and took one down from the wall. In its place he hung up Arcalendalyon. Giving the Khopesh he just took down a quick twirl, he then turned and presented it to Ortysian. A place made of Arcalite, unblemished by battle and pristinely crafted, "I am afraid this blade never got a name. It was crafted in preparation to be given to my anticipated younger brother, who unfortunately was stillborn. His blade has thus hung here, never named or wielded. But its destiny was always to be wielded by a new member of the Rwim family. Consider this my gift for the marriage, and a welcoming to the family." He offered the Ghashyr the blade, and then continued, "I can tell you will have some busy and eventful days ahead, so I will ensure the marriage ceremony is ready as soon as possible."
The Zantine delegation walked out of the room without much fuss, a bit confused but seeing no reason to object to the two Emperors speaking alone. Brackson, reluctantly, did move to go outside as well. Though he looked back to Zenos for a bit of reassurance on the topic first. The Emperor gave him a small nod, and Brackson exited the room along with the other Zantine delegates and guards, leaving Martin and Zenos alone within the meeting room.
Out in the music room, Brackson went over to the woman in the corner. He crossed his arms and grunted, his tone a bit annoyed, "I would not have been worried if I had known ahead of time. But I hope you should understand that I am not a mage, psionics expert, or anything else of the sort. Others in the Rangian Vanguard handle these matters. My work is keeping the Emperor safe, that is all. Thus when I have certain reports that indicate oddities within the Bezzanian Court, a strange woman who's motives are unknown to me grabs my attention when she is so utterly focused on my charge. The application of magics only makes that even more concerning, in fact." He uncrossed his arms and sighed, but relaxed his tone a bit, "Now I am less worried now that I know what you were doing, but I can't exactly say I am happy. I know not how your truthseer arts work, but any magic directed at the Emperor is still of concern to me. Not all is so benign. So you'll have to forgive me for erring on the side of caution instead of waiting for a head to explode. Just know that I do not have any blame thrown around, your precaution is an understandable one. We'd likely employ similar individuals on Instabull if we had them, but the mages we have access to are of a different sort."
Back in the meeting room, Zenos sat himself down after waiting for everyone to pile out. He wasn't so sure what this was about, but that was soon figured out when Martin explained himself. The Human sighed, but nodded, "I can't say I am pleased to have somebody poking at my mind, but I understand your worries. False allies are all too common these days, I know this all too well from the Civil War and the Union. You have my forgiveness on the matter, and I appreciate your honesty. But that should certify that I was not lying about being interested in deepening our friendship, and the growing bonds between our two Empires. Zantium will need friends in the coming times as well, as the Talmyrox is deeply unstable, the Union seeks ever greater hegemony, and we Zantines don't really have any friendly bonds with the Tordelians to speak of. What few interactions my people have had with them were certainly not friendly, that I can say for sure. Thus, Martin, Zantium seeks a friend in Bezzania not just because of friendship, but also in truth it is also the pragmatic choice. I don't like saying that as it makes me feel... ingenuine, but that is a truth here."
"Our interests do not clash with eachother, we are both in need of friends in dangerous times, and we lack any true hostility with one another. Our values may not be perfectly aligned but that is nothing that cannot be accounted for. This is the angle by which I can justify these growing bonds to the more skeptical of my court." He said that dryly, but then perked up with a smile, "But that's all that really is to me, a justification. My personal angle has, and always will be, far more personal. I seek friends, true friends, and in you I can see that Martin. That's the real reason I considered this at all! Zantium has always been a more emotional empire, and I don't really intend to change that. We'd lose our spirit by giving in to pragmatism above all. I do hope that sentiment can be returned."
The Emperor then sighed, "And... Do forgive Brackson. I saw him in the back, and I can only assume he had noticed your wizard. He's no mage himself, but he's perceptive and protective. I hope he didn't cause too much issue."
Nia seemed all excited again, though she did not really understand why there was a need for a "changing room". Nevertheless she decided this must be some custom and followed the procedure, even though she had a bit of a trouble with the suit which did not account for this one's superior breast size. Very, very annoying and hard for breathing. With that out of the way she followed Tenkan around eagerly waiting his instructions ..since this was truly something she had never done before! As the new friends got out she titled her head in excitement, her tail was wagging "Are these ones going to jump-float now? Caretaker Cendri mentioned clothes are needed but this one's clothes are very tight. This one is having trouble and would wish to unbutton upper buttons to breathe better. Alternatively this one is already excited and will sustain minor suit irregularity for a while if it is needed to."
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Myrsa was still fascinated with all the dragons around and how everything was made for them "By the Saints, no wonder you still remember this place ..it looks awesome. I will have the same room built in my cave to entertain our guests" she walked up to the dark-scaled golden cook and cheerfully pointed at her young sister "Hey! I am Myrsa, do you have anything tasty and big for my hungry sister? Do not let her size fool you, she can eat a cow whole ...I've seen her do it" Myrsa shuddered for a bit while Ymira stared at the dark-scaled dragon with a vicious hungry, almost evil, look "I am hungry!"
"Sar'ksi" had calmed down entirely from her initial shock and was realizing how she had made a fool of herself, it was time to get a grip and be Sar'ksasa again ..the one who led her family to safety and riches, not some weakling bowing to some proud brute. Razethorne was charming, but it seemed to her that she had ruined any chances with him. She had to regain her strength and analyze the situation fast or else her clan's future would be that of nothing but cowardly and softskin-like weaklings in the history of Heord. She snorted at the mere thought of the insult she herself made-up and rather coldly talked back to Razethorne "Ehem.. Ignore my earlier manners, Heord does cause the lizard to overcome the dragon with its magnificent nature. It is helpful nonetheless that you have some basic knowledge of the world of trade" she then immediately turned to Tyfrondor who was looking sternly "But enough of these nonsense, I will be direct and honest since you are a Dragon" she sat down curling her tail around her body and looking at Tyfrondor without even blinking, proclaiming her plan "First of all, we'll first agree on the alliance and then my hoard. This is a trade, not a charity; I will not accept any charity from anyone as I never have in my entire life. Secondly, as I tried to say earlier, I do not see you as my superior yet but I respect your rank within Heord, this means that I will not be acting in your favor unless I have clear guarantees or owe a favor to you, until then you can consider me an adversary that simply respects the laws of cave hospitality. Lastly, my allegiance will be on equal footing and not dictated by a union of clans" She raised her arm "Now, on the matter of allegiance. Provided I have my hoard and most importantly the proof of ownership of my stocks and bonds, I can provide you the allegiance of all my clients towards Heord directly, among them the Talmyrox that my father usurped from softskins through fire and blood, as well as its economy. Now, what will keep me from ever betraying you is you vowing right now to me to respect my clan and hold up its memory in Heord's history, as long as you and your clan's descendants live ..a guarantee that as long as a Granion lives they will defend and respect the freedom and memory of a Katak'sar." looking rather unshaken and strong-willed, she continued "...in turn I will vow in turn my clan's eternal allegiance to Clan Granion as your honorable Right Wing, in battle and government and judgement. No marriage will be necessary, our vows are to our very dragonhood, which my clan upholds above all else. Which I have to add, if clan Granion ever puts anyone above dragons, it will be considered a breach of our trust. No one reigns over the Dragon." she turned to Razethorne looking somewhat sad "Being honest as I am, originally we talked about a marriage alliance with your father, but I realize now that a mating bond is the most important part in the life of a dragoness ..and at least in Saherod it was customary to either fight for the right to marry a dragoness, or offer her a magnificent and hard-won gift. Most importantly it was necessary to want the dragoness. I will not fall so low as to force someone to marry me as a trade for my hoard. Especially considering that whomever marries me will be the future of my clan through his." thinking she went a bit too harsh on Razethorne she scratched her snoot awkwardly and smiled "You are however a handsome and strong dragon as is your father, I recognize that." with that off her head she looked up to Tyfrondor "Well?"
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The old prince remained respectful and serious as Sethus explained the Khopesh's origins, holding it carefully and examining it "I vow to treat this sword as I treat my own kin. In memory of your brother I will not wield it against the weak or for dishonorable affairs. Let it be a symbol of the purity of soul, Amafiarora, the Brotherly Soul. Thank you High Lord Sethus ..may I honor this sword and give it the story it deserves." He made a slight bow towards the sword and then turned to Sethus with a discreet smile "I will have to go now, my Feme waits for me. You understand." Otrysian always felt more like himself in Tombuiorn, but this time he also felt a deep serenity, as if all pieces were coming together after a long life of agony and troubles. Yes, all would go as planned...
The changing rooms were rather blank places. Just a simple little chamber in which one could change their clothes, and then head right back out. The uniform in question was a simple white suit, but it seemed to have a few features in it to handle wind. And a few bits which were almost like little wings. Tenkan as he got out of his changing room, wearing the uniform, looked over to Nia and did seem to notice the fact that she was squeezed. He tilted his head to the side, "Nia using standard Trikili suit, yes? If Nia uncomfortable, try Gataro sized suit. Perhaps resolve tightness issue? Nia chest area fits Gataro profile. This one would know, Aunt Cera is Gataro. Nia chest similar." To emphasize, he pointed at her chest, and then with his hands simulated similarly sized orbs on his own chest. He then spoke again, "Very similar. Though based on this one's observation, does Nia unbotton for comfort or to flash Cen-" Before Tenkan could dig himself a bigger hole, Iula stepped in. She poked Tenkan to cut him off, and then turned to Nia, "Upper buttons can be unbottoned, if desired. Most important section is along torso and under arms." She held up her left arm, indicating towards the area on her own suit. It was the area with the strange wing type additions, "Help control flight. To use, extend arms like this." She then stuck both of her arms out to her side, and the wing bits slotted into place.
Tenkan nodded, "Yes, suits help control. Keep wings, and unbottoning fine. Or use Gataro suit." Regardless of what Nia did next, Tenkan would wait until everyone was ready. Including Cendri who rejoined the group wearing his own suit. Nodding at everyone, Tenkan pointed to the tube, "Enter via top access. This one gestures others inside, one at time. When entering, extend hands, deploys wings. Iula demonstrates. Follow safety rules, shout in case of badness. Little danger, as failure just means small fall. But caution always best. We go." With that, he guided everyone up towards the top entrance of the giant tube. This required climbing a ladder up, though for Watrike this was quite an easy and quick climb, although for others it may have seemed a bit imposing for a ladder. At the top, there were actually two doors into the tube. One that entered a sort of transitional chamber, and then finally another door into the tube properly. Tenkan opened the first door, "Iula goes first, watch." Nodding, the female walked into the transitional chamber. Tenkan closed the door behind her, and then gave a thumbs up to an operator downstairs. The Tube activated in full now, its great turbines activating and great winds beginning to blow within. A few other small devices activated as well, though their purpose was harder to tell. In any case, within the transitional chamber Iula extended her arms, flapping out the wing sections, and then walked forward. The door within opened, and she jumped into the tube. And then she was caught up in the winds, and she began to float. The winds stabilized her in about the middle of the tube, and she seemed to be stuck into a position of semi-freefalling in the middle, but she still had control. By manipulating her wing sections, she could move up and down as well. Iula stuck her tongue out as well, enjoying the sensation. Tenkan looked to Nia, "Ready? This one can guide. Or Cendri can. Requires physical touch if guidance needed."
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Tarral chuckled, shaking her head, "I doubt you would need a room like this unless you intend to host a group of Combat Drakes or intend to hold a feast! Smaller, more personal chambers are more fitting. But it's a nice difference to tiny little softskin feeding areas, isn't it?" She smiled and then gestured them ahead to speak with the chef. For his part, the grumpy chef looked over as Myrsa called out, pausing his roast. He walked on over towards them to look over the two of them, narrowing his eyes as they fell upon Ymira. He then suddenly smiled and flapped his wings mightly, creating a gust of air as he laughed. This gust filled the whole room, disturbing even the two other Combat Drakes as they ate their food. But they just sighed and acted like nothing happened, not in the mood to piss off the one who made their food. The Cook then spoke out to Ymira in amusement, "I would hope you are, little one! Otherwise why would you be here if not to eat? You need it too, if you wish to grow big!" He then looked to Myrsa, "The same goes for you! You need a lot more meat on those bones of yours, especially your wings! So if you think I'll merely give you two a cow, then you underestimate me! And don't think I don't see you either, Tarral! Big and strong, no doubt thanks to my magnificent works of art with meat and flesh! You two strange otherscales will learn, as all do! Hm, you look like you come from the islands! Hah! I'll give you proper Mondron cooking, just wait." He then turned and headed back into his kitchen, moving towards a large refrigerator to pick something out. Tarral chuckled and came up next to Myrsa, "That's Zasstourk for you, the main reason I remember this place. He hasn't changed at all. He's quite enthusiastic for a barracks cook, but he does have some skills to back up his rather inflated self. Albeit he is rather self absorbed, and clearly isn't in the loop as to who you are... I have no idea what he's going to get though, it seems he has decided on a surprise. Come on, sit, he'll bring it over. You too, Ymira." She moved over towards one of the larger, free tables, happily sitting herself down near one. They were built for Dragons, so the arrangements took their style of seating into account.
Razethorne had retained his stoic, dutiful attitude throughout Sar'ksasa's entire following speech, even as she rebuked him. He didn't really seem offended, or really impacted at all. It was only at the very end, offering her little recognition, that his face finally changed. He actually adopted a small smile, "Hah, I respect that choice. I had assumed marriage was on the cards, and I was prepared to do my duty. Our traditions on Heord are not dissimilar to yours, but Clan Heads may arrange marriages if they so deign it. I was ready to do my duty to my clan, if required. I shall do whatever is best for my family and clan, regardless of personal desires. Do not consider me offended for deciding to take into account how much the pairing is actually wanted. I can respect that reason to not move forward with any marriages, and your honesty in not desiring me is appreciated as well. As far as I am concerned, I desire only to do right by my clan, and you should do the same for yours." He then calmly sat down, and looked to his father, content to let that topic pass him now. As for Tyfrondor, his glare had remained strong on the Katak'sar. His voice rumbled when she finished, "You were smart to show that respect to my son at the end. Otherwise this may have gone quite poorly." The dark look in his eyes verified that he meant that. With that small threat out of the way, he then grunted, "As for your trade, as the Grand Drake of Heord I can guarantee perfect equality. Under all circumstances I will hold Heord's best interests first, including the sanctity of my rank. The Grand Drake decides all, there are no equals to that position. But as Tyfrondor Granion, I can offer what guarantees I am capable of doing as a Clan Head and as a Dragon. So we may approach as equals on that ground. That is not a small thing, so it will suffice I am sure. Thus I can indeed make to you my guarantees that if you swear your clan's allegiance to mine, my clan will preserve the memory of yours. I have many means of doing that, and I will employ multiple of them. Your family's history is effectively all that remains of our wayward kin on Saherod, it is a Draconic Duty to preserve it. I will not be found lacking in carrying out that duty. Just see to it that your allegiance does not waver, otherwise I will follow Heordal law's stipulations upon broken oathes. If that is understood, we have an agreement." Tyfrondor then paused, and glanced upwards. His eyes fell upon the Draconic skeleton above his throne, with the little golden medallion on its skull. He seemed to think something over for a moment, before sighing and turning back to the younger Dragoness, "Oh, and as a matter of you being my adversary? Consider your statement of intent acknowledged, and I will have the Claw of Law put it in the records. If you wish to know what that entails, you will have to speak with Tarral's father. He would need to referee the next steps anyways, even if you do know the meaning of what you have said to me..." As he said that, Razethorne gave a small nod of his head in acknowledgement, as something rather important had just occurred. Although he glanced quickly at Sar'ksasa with a little curiosity, wondering if she realized what she had just done herself. Mostly because if she did, it would sate his own little curiosity on if Saherod had a similar process.
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Sethus gave a smile at the new name for the blade, nodding, "I shall hope Amafiaroa's story is a glorious one. The archives could always do with another good story, to combat much of the unfortunate misery other stories carry with them." He then nodded, "Indeed, I do understand. If I know my aunt, she'll not want to be waiting too long. Go happily, Prince. Just be ready for what will come before and after the wedding. We Anubites have a few peculiar rituals. Feme I am sure will let you know all the details for most of them, except one which I feel will be a surprise. May your ancestors smile upon you, Otrysian Arganraxel, and celebrate as you fulfill your destiny." With that, Sethus turned around, looking back towards the wall of blades. His gaze fell upon the Golden Talon, and he seemed to be lost in thought. Otrysian could of course leave the room at that point, with Feme waiting for him. Tombuiorn was quiet today, as if the planet itself wished to give a moment to relax as well. A deeply needed time for reprieve, given what the future held, and only time would tell what would happen next...
(FIN)
Taurgha
Taurgha
Afternoon in Datha S.C, Shyr, within the Moonlit Quarters of the Mourning Halls Palace someone is working rather hard.
Tired and sleepless Myrafiora was going through various paperwork in her messy office. Dressed in her nightgown and with unkempt greying hair, her eyes were running left and right reading all kinds of official documents through her old pair of glasses. From up close, disregarding the majestic escutcheon standing behind her, she appeared more like a sad clerk doing extra work at home rather than a divine monarch. Finishing signing the last contract, she sighed and lied back in her chair, taking her glasses off, picking up her telecom device and making a call... "Hi, this is Myrafiora Galgatyen, before we talk just letting you know that this line is secure ...are you ready?" The other side responded in a muffled and cold male voice, rather strictly "I always am, but are you? Do you know what all this we talked about shall entail?" the Talmyr smiled slightly "My freedom most likely ...it's not like I can do anything other than what I'm already doing. If the entire realm has decided to blame two thousand years of failures on me personally, let them. As you said, our duty is to peace and the well-being of the people after all ...I'd add that my duty is to my family first and I've neglected that more than I should. Sofya needs me, all my kids do even if the others don't show it as much." the man on the other side warmed his tone "You are a good woman Myrafiora and smart enough to set aside your pride. However this will not be easy, you will have to make sure that the Saaryn remain neutral, or it may result in a disaster ..have you contacted the Samargh?" Myrafiora nodded "Yes, their leadership is on board and they will provide support both within the Marta and with civilian leaders, of course with certain extreme demands ...as usual" the man in the other line chuckled "Of course ...as usual! Ah Lauinda, give them silver and they'll ask for arcalite. It is imperative that we protect their rights through all this, until the age of strife is behind us all. The Saaryn ...you did not respond about them." Myrafiora massaged the cavity of her nose, feeling her head quite heavy "Yeah ...th-they're Maur-spawn the lot of them, frankly I do not know what Selyna or the others plan or how they will react. I am isolated from them, always have been. They're a wild card, but I presume they will react badly and we're lucky enough that Sarxaxa is out of the game, or all this would end with both of us in her dungeons." the male conspirator gave out a loud sarcastic laugh "Hah! You always gave this perfidious and ambitious young menace too much credit ..but yes, it is positive that she is out of the game. So, are we still in agreement? Shall we make it official?" Myrafiora remained silent for a few seconds, simply smiling with her eyes closed "...yes, let's do this. I will have to inform my husband however, so please do not act before the end of the week" the man responded with a rather playful tone "I can wait a week I think..." as the Talmyr put her telecom device down she melted on her chair leaving out a loud sigh of relief and quickly picked her telecom device again, hastily typing numbers "...'ello grand tyrant of my heart! I have some very important things to talk about ..but first we must talk about the most important matter of our little angry baby Sofi, how is she? I heard about the speech and ...I dunno, is she alright? Did you talk? Does she eat?"
As Nia was about to happily respond regarding the flashing or comfort question with a mere yes, Iula luckily interrupted. This female friend appeared to be taking her question more seriously which Nia appreciated, since while flirt was fun, she did feel some discomfort with her suit "This one thanks both Iula and Tenkan for advice, Nia will simply unbotton upper buttons to save time and forward the process." She repeated after Iula, extending her arms like her and imitating every move, except from jumping of course, waiting for her turn and further advice.
Being eager to try this new activity fast, she nodded at all advises and made mental notes for all moves "This one is very very excited but will be careful and do as asked now. Shout in case of badness, affirmative." as her eyes obeyed Tenkan's command to watch Iula fall, resulting in a little shriek of surprise from her, she nodded back while wagging her tail when she realized that Iula floated "All right! Iula flies as avian being!" with that she prepared herself mentally for her own jump, flapping her arms ..her train of thought was slightly disrupted though by Tenkan's last suggestion, freezing a bit in calculation as her eyes appeared staring into the abyss ..suddenly turning to look once at Tenkan and then at Cendri, then smirking seductively at Cendri for a precious little moment before finalizing her decision "Tenkan can guide, it will be good for getting to know new friend better and learn new trick more safely"
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Looking happily at Tarral, Myrsa nodded "Oh, we had big rooms back in Shyr too, but I could not visit them ..you know, like this. Not to mention that all the things in them were human-sized, and the decoration ..hmm, too human, not like in here! I am glad just to see dragon-sized furniture and dragons! And Zasstourk ...sounds like Jas'sturak my great granpa, wish I had met him." As she was enjoying the atmosphere and the jovial old cook's manners, she responded to Zasstourk respectfully "We're not from these islands you speak of sir. We are of Sa'herod! Shyr as the softskins call it! The last dragons of the planet and we've relocated here. So far your planet is great! ...I will expect this Modron cooking to be as pretty as Tarral over here." she snorted playfully looking at the big tasty dragoness next to her. Ymira seemed unimpressed and judgemental at the preparation of the food, preferring to see -and most importantly eat- the results first before making a clear evaluation.
Sar'ksasa smiled widely, it was rather unnerving at first due to despite her small size, she sported quite sharp teeth. Nevertheless it was clear it was a smile of personal satisfaction as she continued with a nod towards Tyfrondor "I will not further the challenge as it was a formality to start in equal ground and honor my services as a new vassal. Let it be written however that clan Katak'sar was once sovereign ...still this is all acceptable" With that out of the way Sar'ksasa looked up to the Grand Drake in all his majesty "I have to say I do not feel shame or spite for what I'm about to do ...you truly are great and I hope not merely in size." with this she stood on all fours and made a bow with her front legs, extending her wings all through the floor "I, Sar'ksasa, Valak Saresh of Saherod, head of clan Katak'sar, fireborn, native to the Caves of Sar'garak and Kar'adash, recognize Heord as my new home, petition for a part in its grand caves to call my home. I relinquish my Sareshate to Heord's Valak Saresh, Tyfrondor of clan Granion, to be my entire clan's Valak Saresh in both Heord and Saherod as long as they uphold the freedom-of-the-skies and sovereignty of all Valaki through the position. I furthermore pledge that Clan Katak'Sar, irrelevant of the position of Valak Saresh shall stand by and aid their kind saviors and friends of Clan Granion as their Jas'aksar, their right wing in flights of blooded-claws and flights of warm-suns as long as they remain friends to Valak-kind, if you wish to have us. I, Sar'ksasa Katak'sar pledge my clan to all these terms and before you, my Valak Saresh as my witness, until my clan's and all my descendants of other clans' fires burn out and their flames are lost in the stars. I vow in behalf of my entire clan to uphold this vow, as long as the Valak Saresh, the Grand Drake, upholds Valak Nak Sarakon Ak Valak Saresh, that no one reigns over the Dragon other than the Great Dragon!" with her head still down the young dragoness glanced up to Tyfrondor smiling awkwardly "Do you accept my vows, my Valak Saresh?" Her speech seemed quite formal, using many rather ancient terms that Heordals could recognize with no effort ..other words were a bit harder to understand due to the dialect difference, but they were quite clear in meaning after she was finished.
Cendri seemed to notice that clear moment of deep thought for what was seemingly a simple consideration. The little smirk was also noted, and he tilted his head to the side in a small bit of confusion. Tenkan in any case simply gave a nod, "Understood. Step inside." With that, he opened up the door to the transitionary chamber. After he and Nia got inside, he closed the door again and direct Nia to stand in the middle. He stood in front of Nia to demonstrate, "Do as this one does. Extend arms straight, keep legs straight." He held out his arms, and took on a sort of T-Pose, and this seemed to naturally extend the malleable, wing-like sections. He then walked over to Nia to help her do the same, using his hands to angle Nia's arms and pat her sides to make sure everything was okay. Although he also gave a quick, easily missable look at Cendri as he did that which resembled a smirk. Cendri seemed distinctly unamused from outside.
In any case, Nia's suit seemed to be fine when all was said and done. And Tenkan nodded, "Good. Now, jump time. Follow close." As Iula did before, Tenkan walked up to the door, extending his arms again. When the door opened, this time Nia would feel the powerful winds within push into the transitionary room, though it was still mostly contained in the main section. Tenkan then leaped forward, and his wings got caught up in the wind, allowing him to float and sort of fly. He smiled to Nia from within and gestured for her to do the same.
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Zasstourk was the first to speak, looking back as he was picking out a massive slab of meat, "Hahaha! I see you are playing along for the hatchling's sake! Very well, then clearly I am from the ancient star kingdom of Qoatkarla! But regardless of where you are from, I assure you the cooking is quite up to any standard!" He then hummed happily as he roasted the meat with his breath, with his tail going to grab a very large cleaver. Although clearly, he was not in on the loop about the discovery of the Valxes, and did not take one word of that seriously from Myrsa. But what he was cooking seemed to smell good at least, as he was chopping it up into servable portions. Tarral meanwhile chuckled at the table, "Not everyone is aware of you three yet, so don't be offended. Still, I suppose it is a difference to get some proper Draconic furniture. Then again, I guess you mostly got out of that cave in the softskin body, right? Must have felt weird, to be so small. You were very small before when we met after all!" She used her claws to simulate the smallness, "Like that! And by the way, as Mondron... That's the continent. Zasstourk there is a Mountain Dragon. Not sure if you had the same sort of cultural distinctions on Sa'herod. The food I think he's making is from what softskins call 'Heordal Bison', we call them Renthoa. Big, meaty fluffies who move in big herds around Mondron's hills. They're quite tasty, with all their muscles."
Tyfrondor simply gave a nod at the mentioning of writing that Katak'sar was once sovereign. That would go into the records, as well as the formality of the challenge. The Grand Drake remained silent as Sar'ksasa made her vows, noting all the little intricacies she had woven in. It was a contract effectively, and Tyfrondor understood it well. The ancient terms didn't get in his way too much, as while they were archaic, he was quite used to them. Lots of formal Heordal business was still done with the ancient tongue, as were conversations with Grumpy. The dialect was only a slight hurdle, but context clues helped clear that up. As Sar'ksasa finished, Tyfrondor nodded down at her, his voice going formal in response, "As Valak Saresh of Heord, supreme authority for all Dragons on this world, and as the head of Clan Granion... I, Tyfrondor, accept your vows, Sar'ksasa Katak'sar, with all the obligations it carries. Stand tall and proud, my new right wing! You are now kin of Heord." With that, he gave a quick look to the side at one of the Watrike Golden Guard. The Watrike quickly saluted and walked off. Tyfrondor then returned his gaze to Sar'ksasa, "You'll be given a cave, as promised. One nearby that is vacant. This cave will be given to your clan as a whole. You can find and claim others individually. Now, as for your hoard... I suppose now we have to talk strategy of how you intend to get your bank back."
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