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The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea 1 year 332 days ago Iammelon wrote: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." 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. Iammelon and Taurgha

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The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea 1 year 332 days ago

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."

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.

Iammelon and Taurgha

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