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Conquest of Huskagar

The request was, to put it simply, difficult. Sure, the king would be more than willing to come and fight a great warrior to prove himself among a warrior society. However, this would leave Phobos in charge, something nobody was sure the younger brother was ready for. Of course, seeing how this was his only option he decided to accept the request though he would attempt to eliminate the downside. "I will agree to your terms, however, I ask that you and your champion here return to my lands to carry out this duel, as well as any other individuals you wish to take with you to bare witness to their battle. Of course, if you are not willing to accept this, I suppose I can return to my lands and bring my king back to the coastal city a first arrived at. There, Deimos and Zurgane may initiate combat".


(sorry for the short post)
 
(Ey, no worries mang. Don't push yourself to post long replies if you can't think of anything else to say. Sometimes the shortest replies are the best ones.)


"I am more than willing to come to your lands if it means baring witness to the skill of your king. All of the individual Iswandi states are largely independent anyway, so my leaving will not cause much harm. I'd also very much like to see what your lands are like. Though, if I may, I'd like to bring along a few of my Impi's, both to let them experience your culture, and to allow them to see how your men fight."


Ulgandu turns to Zurgande once more, and Zurgande nods as he had done before.


"Alright, then it is settled. If you would transport me, Zurgande, and some of my Impi to your lands, I would be more than willing to come."
 
How lucky, Ulgandu's nation was mostly independent from his rule and thus he was capable of making the journey to Argos. "Fantastic, I shall send my captain in the morning to help the sailors prepare the ship for travel. However, I do not expect you to leave your own feast just to visit my lands, so let us continue the festivities". Giving the king a friendly smile he would stand from his seat, placing his right hand, clenched in a fist on his chest, the salute of his military and a sign of respect. Stepping away Alastair would join in on the feast himself, indulging himself on their foods, drink and culture. Hell, he even noticed a few of the immortals being taught Impi greetings so that they could at least introduce and excuse themselves in conversation. The immortals of course returned the favor, thing mixing of cultures bringing a smile to the middle aged diplomats face.


As the feast continued for several more hours and the men continued to drink, eventually as the event was dying down the sun began to rise. Amazing, these people were able to entertain so well that only about half of the participants were passed out in chairs and on the floor. The food and drink hadn't even ran dry either, showing that these people obviously had a large supply of food. Sadly, Alastair had no more time to enjoy this new land. Quickly he gathered up his guard, as well as the king and his companions. Traveling back to the coastal city they quickly boarded the ship and set sail. They had no time to waste of course, getting the diplomacy between their two nations over with as soon as possible was the objective. Nearly three days later the ship would dock in the nearest port to the capital of Arcadia. From there they all proceeded onwards down a rather large pass, reaching the valley pass that lead to the capital. Only just over fifty feet wide with vertical cliffs on each side, it was a natural choke point, and the only entrance into the city. Just outside of the gates around noon this would likely be the first time the Impi had seen something so grand. A city that has taken centuries to fully construct stood before them, with stone walls towering almost thirty feet high, with walkways its entire length and watch towers ten feet taller than the wall itself every one-hundred yards.


The wooden gates coated in a thin layer of copper slowly swung open, allowing the guests inside, and from there they walked on cobblestone streets, surrounded by stone buildings, each at least two stories high. In the center of the city was an extremely large palace, surrounded by another wall, built the exact same, but scaled down, only fifteen feet tall. Walking up the near one-hundred steps it took to ascend to the entrance they all stepped inside. Walking into a great hall, flanked on both sides by spiraling pillars they could likely take notice of the rather large man, standing several inches over six foot with an extremely defined, muscular physique. Wearing full armor he approached slowly, raising his clenched fist to his chest in salute to the king of the Impi people. "A pleasure to meet you Ulgandu, I hear that you wish to test my strength against your nations greatest warrior". Speaking, he looked over at the largest man, a beast by all means, covered in scars he likely recieved in combat. He was obviously different from Deimos, a man who was completely devoid of scars, having the body of an athlete rather than a beastly warrior. However, this was not a sign of weakness, instead a testiment to his prowess, as no individual had ever harmed him enough to leave a scar on his blemish free skin. "He does look rather menacing, that is something I can't deny" he spoke before chuckling softly.


(This RP is going to take place the day after the Dracos diplomat arrived and left as to not mess with my current RP with Deth @General Deth Glitch @Lego )
 
@Leusis


Antonio frowned slightly. He had played his hand too early, and now the Argonian diplomat held the advantage.


"I concede your point, you men take much longer to train and are relatively more valueble due to their small numbers. I also concede that my men are somewhat more expendable as I have much more and it takes less time to train."


"How ever, your men acting as a rear guard to my army itself does not provide me with enough support. In order for this alliance to work, your men at the very least must act as the rear lines to my legions themselves. This would minimize your losses while maximizing their effectivety. While yes, your men would suffer more losses than serving as a rear guard to the army itself, but I assure you the gains would be much greater."


"I urge you to accept my counter offer, together our armies could conquer our neighbors with ease, and the land of course would be divided equally amongst us"
 
Giuseppe Ferando, Captain of one of 4 Far reaching Brutii Recon fleets that occasionaly patrolled the mainland and the islands beyond it to make sure no threats to the Brutii had popped.


This time his fleet of 5 Charger ships was sailing around Sadimara. He made the 2-3 week trip once every couple months, yet he rarely ever saw something nee. Occasionally he would spot the fires of a large ceremony or possibly a burning village coming from the mainland, but nothing of direct threat to his home.


But this time was different. Not even a week into his voyage he spotted ships in the distance. The ships were unlike any he had ever seen. Diffinetly nothing the primitive people of the mainland had made.


A shudder ran down Giuseppe's spine as he realized who they were. Outsiders.


As his fleet sailed causiosly forward, he could make out the ships better. Some appeared to be ships of war while others were far to big and slow to be war ships. "Transports?". He asked himself. "Why would they bring transports here of all places?". He asked his Luitenet, who simply shrugged his shoulders.


As the large ships anchored down near the shore, his suspicions were confirmed. Out poured men, woman and children. Colonists.


Giuseppe couldn't decide if he should turn around or investigate.


Hopefully the outsiders hadn't noticed him.


@Beowulf


(sorry for only decent quality, just wanted to give you a chance to interact)
 
@Leusis


The messenger stepped forward upon the words of Phobos' question, raising his hands to his hood and bringing it down as a sort of respectful gesture, showing a dead-looking face, both in a semi-literal sense and a metaphorical one. The messenger didn't appear to be any older than Phobos himself, though moved and spoke as though he were old. Very old. "Lord Adumal seeks to formally state that Clan Adumal seeks the continued peace between our nations as it has been for centuries." He said, clearly speaking in such a way as though it sounded like he were reading from a script. "Formal messages aside, Lord Adumal has given myself permission to speak on behalf of the clan, and as such, I have other more important matters to speak of. King Phobos, you may think of clan Adumal as a separate entity from Huskagar given our... different, so to speak, way of life. But the eyes of Adumal see further than our own lands, and they have witnessed the incursion of a foreign and aggressive power." The messenger said, his voice differing greatly from the official message given by Lord Adumal. "As an extension of Lord Adumal's will, I propose a temporary defensive alliance with the inclusion of trade routes for the mutual prosperity of each nation's economic status. The finer details may be worked out later if you so desire."





@General Deth Glitch


"A tournament." the corpse said in response, slowly moving a bit closer to the unprotected messenger. "Is this the first inter-national tournament in centuries, or have the Dracosi realized that Clan Adumal is just as much a part of Huskagar as any other?" The corpse said, the tone of voice being broadcast being one of slight anger as it moved even closer to the messenger. "Adumal," The Eye said, getting Otiian's attention and bringing him to his senses. The fact that Clan Adumal was so often looked over as simply a land of monsters was an especially angering thought to Otiian, and now that he finally had the chance to speak his mind to one of the clans that didn't share a border with his own he was realizing just how potent that anger was. The corpse turned around and stepped away for a moment, giving the messenger some room from the body which was showing a fair amount of aggression just a moment ago. "Clan Adumal will be in attendance. Otiian Adumal will be participating as the clan's champion." He said after a short pause. "Was there anything else, then?" The corpse asked in a much more mild tone of voice.


@player2


Thus far clan Halshki had seemed to be a pleasent enough place, if a little quaint in comparison to Clan Adumal's preference for stone constructions. This particular messenger had never been to the capitol before, and found it much more impressive than he at first had believed it would be. Regardless, upon seeing Nirith approaching, he bowed slightly. "Your hospitality is appreciated, your grace." While grace may not have been the most appropriate title Nirith, given Halshki's culture, it was most often the general term Adumal messengers used to address a ruling body. Entering the grand hall, the messenger found the size to be a bit underwhelming, though the decor was exceptional in his eyes. "Lord Adumal seeks to formally state that Clan Adumal seeks the continued peace between our nations as it has been." He said, quoting word for word what he was told to. "I apologize, the official message is a bit dull, I know. That aside now, on to more pressing concerns. Clan Adumal has seen a new presence in Huskagar. A presence which seems to desire a much stronger one than it has. The foreigners. As a precautionary measure, Lord Adumal has allowed myself the privilege of negotiating a means of preventing them from bringing harm to the way of life of those in Huskagar. The simplest way to ensure maximum protection between our nations is, of course, a defensive alliance. Along with this alliance, I propose a trade route to mutually benefit both Adumal and Halshki's economic status'. Of course, as a negotiator, either of these offers are open to negotiations." The messenger said, laying it all out as simply and effectively as he could.
 
Alliance

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He regarded the man respectfully for a moment before grabbing a drink from a nearby servant, some of the liquid sloshing out of the somewhat crude cup. His face contorted ever so slightly as he thought over the proposal. This meant that what he was feeling was probably far worse than the unfortunate death of a hunter, which meant that an alliance of this sort would be very useful early on. "Your lord" He paused for a moment as he took a sip of his drink, letting out a small gasp of satisfaction as he pulled the cup from his lips. "is very wise. Between the two of us we can protect the the western shores from these wolf pups!" By the time he had finished the sentence his voice seemed to have grown to an excited roar.


Putting the cup onto one of the arms of his chair he raised his fist, smiling a little as alcohol dribbled down his beard, before bellowing loudly "Death to the foreigners! Forever live Huskagar!", which quickly grew into a chant raised by the surrounding men, the cacophony of voices loud enough to be heard outside of the sealed doors of the Hall. The only one who did not participate was Halith, who sat beside his throne with a conserved expression plastered over her face, her eyes staring through the crowd as if bored.


After the clamor had died down he once again addressed the envoy, leaning towards him as he made eye contact, a small amount of curious anger flashing in his pupils. "We shall feast for seven days and talk more of this alliance. I do hope your Lord can make an appearance to a celebration partly of his making." The room was already bursting with action by time he had said this, servants running back in forth, men leaving to go spread the news or get alcohol for some pre-feast celebration.


@Elendithas
 
((No prob.))


Alexander didn't notice a damn thing. He was to busy organizing things people already knew to do. But it made him feel important, and heaven forbid the king's cousin feel unimportant. In short order, the sound of axes chopping at trees could be heard, and eventually the first tree fell. The beginning of the first Egla colony was under way, and it might be up rather quickly judging by the massive work force.


But the ships did not go unnoticed. High General Octus IV remained on the man o' war, ready to leap into action. And during one of his sweeps with a telescope, he spoted the small fleet. "Captain," he said, telescope pressed to his eye. "I suggest you prep the cannons. It looks like we have company. Warn the other ships as well." he added almost as an after thought.


Seconds later, whistles were blowing and the man on top of the crows nest was waving around colorful flags for seemingly no reason other then to look busy, to most people anyway. But the ship crews understood this language, and acted accordingly. The transport vessels and supply ships retreated further into the inlet, while the massive men o' war put their broadsides towards the open water, some captains not having yet spotted the other ships but doing as they were ordered.


"Don't fire, just roll the cannons out." he said, and once more whistles were blown and flags were waved as cannons were rolled into firing position. "Let them see our might. If they want to test it, then fire. But I think they're going to stay a safe distance back." he informed the captain.
 
A few moments later, Giuseppe could hear a faint whistle coming from the outsider's ships. Soon after he could see colorful flags being waved from positions on the masts as the ships turned their sides to his small fleet.


A sign of Peace? he thought to himself. He was not familiar with the meaning of the colored flags but a broadside was a sign of peace among the natives, from your side was the easiest and weakest target for a ramming ship.


"Deploy the flags of pace! Approach the outsiders at diplomacy speed!


Dark Brown flags were hoisted into place above the sails, which were then set at half-mast. The ships then made way to the outsider fleet at half speed.


Hopefully his hunch was right.


@Beowulf
 
"They're raising black flags sir, pirates?" a crew member said, probably the first mate. Octus never bothered to remember positions on a ship, they were to complex and misleading. But as long as they realised who he was and did as he was told, then he could care less.


"No. Pirates are usually smarter then this. And it looks like their ships could go much faster." he explained. "Fire a warning shot. A warning, mind, we want to show them what we are capable not start a war as soon as we get here." By that time, all of the ship captains were able to make out the unknown ships, and had their cannons pointed right at it. And they all would have fired when Octus' ship fired had it not been for yet more whistling and flag waving.


The thundering fire of fifty cannons firing in near unison was near defening, and the shockwave it produced was said to knock green horns off their feet. But these were all seasoned crew men, and as soon as they fired they had already begun cleaning the barrel and preparing to load another shot. The fifty round shots that were fired landed harmlessly off the port of the lead ship, causing nothing more then a mighty amount of splashing. A couple shots did skip along the water, but they skipped harmlessly by without hitting a single ship.


The noise of the firing cannons was what finally caught Alexander's attention. Turning around on his imprompto platform, a rather large tree stump, he see the approaching ships. "Fire everything! Sink them! Show them the power of the Egla Empire!" he shouted. But at that distance, they couldn't hear him. And even if they did they tacticfully chose to turn it into the cawing of seagulls. For though Alexander may technically have more power and was of higher stature then Octus, he didn't have a head for war or tactics. In fact, he was rather quite daft, only saying things people like to hear.


((@Bobisdead123 ))
 
The sound of a thousand lightning bolts errupted from one of the ships is a sudden appearance of a white loud pouring from the side of the ship. The sudden sound caused the experienced sailors to jump in fear. A few even fell overboard.


Just as someone was about to ask what the hell happens, a swarm of black rocks came soaring towards them to land just I front of them.


"FULL SAILS" Captain Guiseppe yelled quickly.


"RETREAT, WE CANNOT DEAL WITH SUCH BLACK MAGIC." He yelled as the crew hurridrly lowered the sails to full mast and the ships began to turn. The sudden burst in speed and the sharp turning almost caused the small ships to flip over.


Soon the ships were just black dots in the horizon, hurrying back home. In their haste to return home though, they forgot to pull their men back on board. All 5 of them drowned due to their heavy armor, all except one that is, who woke up on the shore of the great mainland unconscious. A mere mile from where the outsiders landed.


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One moment Alessandro was standing on the edge of his fleets flagship, gazing in wonder and aprehension at the massive foreign ships in the distance when suddenly a large boom erupted from the ships. This sudden noise, as loud as a thousand storms, startled Alessandro who along with 4 others fell over the railing into the deep blue-green sea below.


Their heavy Iron armor made to protect them, now killing them as it dragged them down into the darkness. Alessandro watched as his ship mates struggled to unlatch the heavy breast plate and he began to do the same.


The breast plate, made to stay on even after being hit with a mace, proved difficult to unlatch. Alessandro watched as he ship mates struggled with their last breaths to unlatch the armor. One by one they stopped their struggled and sank into the depths.


Soon only Alessandro remained. He fumbled with the latches for what seemed like hours, the darkness slowing creeping in. Just as the darkness took him, Alessandro felt a great weight slide off his chest...


...


He opened his eyes, the world swirling around him. Sand, tress, darkness... (he is uncouncious on the shore 1 mile from your colony @Beowulf you don't have to do anything with this if you don't want)


@Beowulf
 

"I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion."





A legacy to uphold



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It seemed that the gods had bestowed upon a cool and breezy evening to Viticto who laid under the shade of a oak tree on top of a hill, It was calm, peaceful, and comforting. This young leader in his early twenty was King of macdonia, he had short brown curl hair and stood 5'8.Just as he counting his sheep in his dream, he was awoken by the nudge of something sharp, he opened his right eye and saw his closest friend and war advisor Aestle. "Sorry to interrupt your nap but the commanders are awaiting for their briefing in the tent." Aestle was a man of respect and honor, standing 5'11 and in his mid-fourtys with a black beard and long hair. He seemed rather annoyed and Viticto understood, he slowly got himself up and stretched his arms. Giving a yawn and a tiring look he and Aestle walked down the hill and up ahead were thousands of macendonian soldiers prepping for battle. As they walked through they were hailed and cheered by the soldiers, Viticto raises his arm up and smiles. "The men's morale are high my king, with the early skirmishes we have won we may have a chance against the city states of the east."Aestle seemed quite nervous from the looks of it, but his King only replies with a nod as they finally arrived in the tent.


Inside the tent were three commanders and several other lieutenants. They go silent as their King enters and nod. "My king we have discussed the reports we have received the reports from our scouts and it seems that the enemy are quick onto the offensive and will be arriving in a few hours or less. We hav-" Viticto raises his hand and petted out another yawn, the commanders found their kings habit of napping quite annoying. But since his childhood he was always doing that and even before battle he did it. Many would see it as him being cocky, but to Viticto it is better to have a refreshed and clear headed general then have a general who is nerves wracked. For at least twenty minutes they discuss their plan on forcing the enemy to go on the defensive, the turrain around was both hilly and flat. This Viticto thought as the perfect battlefield to show his true skills that his father and great grandfathers had shown. They all agreed on the battle plan and were dismissed. Aestle and the Viticto stayed inside to review the plan again while the commanders prepared to form up the infantry, archers, and the mighty calvary. Aestle looks at the map and then him, "Hope yah fed and watered your horse." Viticto looks at Aestle with grinning face, "That horse is my life."


(Going to the west to claim old land back)
 
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@Bobisdead123


The diplomat listened to the emperor closely, he seemed to understand the situation perfectly and even agreed that the deal was mostly fair. However, as expected he gave a counter offer, one that seemed reasonable enough, one that Deimos would likely agree to."It seems you know how to speak terms, and we shall agree, though do not expect us to simply through away our warriors for your campaigns, as we do not expect you to do the same". Turning to look at his captain he judged his blank facial expression for any sign of how he felt with the deal. After all getting the opinion of a military man on terms for an alliance was never a bad idea. From what he could judge from the captains expression he seemed indifferent, not really supporting or disagreeing with the terms that have been discussed. "I will return to my king with this news, you need only send a messenger when our support is needed in a campaign. We however expect you to be just as willing to come to our aid when it is needed. I would also like to warn you, if you call upon us to battle an enemy you can defeat easily on your own, we will not be interested in continuing this alliance".


@Elendithas


The look and speech of this diplomat was odd to say the least. He looked roughly the same age as Phobos, however his skin seemed decayed to a small degree. Phobos had of course heard of Otiian and his people, but never had he seen one in person. From what the rumors were, these people were supposed by little more than flesh and bone, decaying like long dead corpses. Perhaps however this was simply a more well made undead individual, one that was meant to make contact with other clans and not scare them off from diplomatic relations. Phobos of course didn't like the diea of being associated with such a people, but he had little choice, as Argos needed as many allies as they could get. This forced Phobos to make a choice he likely wouldn't have under other circumstances. "I aceept" Phobos spoke calmly "Go back to your king and give him this information, we will send a diplomat in the next few days with the first few trading vessels to keep contact between our nations". banging on his table loudly a young man would quickly burst into the room, wearing little more than a black tunic. "Prepare ships for trade and instruct them to travel to the lands of clan Adumal, you will also be staying in Otiian's service to assure our nations interests are heard". Waving his hand the young man would nod before running off to prepare everything. "You may stay as long as you wish until you return to your lands with information of our alliance and trade agreement".
 
"You see," Octus said out loud, even though nobody had questioned his orders. "A little show of power goes a lon way." With that said, he snaps the telescope ahut and hands it to the captain, who in turn nods in appreciation and tucks it into his shirt pocket.


"Sir, a few of them fell over board." one of the sailors said. "Shouldn't we try and help them?" he asked. "They might be savages, but they don't deserve a death like that."


"Oh I would order their rescue, had they been closer. No, they are to far away, and I think I saw them wearing armor. They all probably sank to far down to be saved. A shame really." he said this all without batting an eye lid, cold and logical. This was a man that had seen death a hundred fold, nay a thousand. He didn't see human life as somethin to be cherished anymore, but as another pawn on the board. In that light, it made many feel a lot more comfortable that Alexander was the one in charge here.


"But you can search the beaches. Perhals a body washed ashore. I'll at least honor them with a proper Eglan burial." And with that, he dismissed the sailor.


Minutes lature, a few men of the line, but mostly colonists, were searching the beach for anything. And they found something. A child found him, the little boy wanting to play in the sand and with the crabs then actually look for something. But the unconcious man lying motionless was a terrifying sight, and so with a scream and a lot of running, he lead a group of people, including his terrified parents who were more concerned about the childs health, to the man. As if this were a daily occurnece, they swiftly lifted the man up, and half dragged half carried him back to camp to be tied to a stump. With a knot any sailor worth his salt would be proud of and two men of the line standing guard in their resplendant blue outfit, the captive probably wouldn't escape until they let him.
 
The Messengers return

@Elendithas @Bobisdead123 &@Other people in the tourny who came themselves


The messenger was terrified still, but the hardened soldiers were more adaptive, their brains had two settings, one complicated one called 'not battle' and a much simpler one called 'battle'. This was clearly not a battle, so this horrific thing was also clearly not a threat. "O-Of course, I will inform him at once, I am sure you presence there will be welcomed!" the young man stuttered before rushing off to the boat. The soldiers were not so hasty, they gave the thing a nod as the turned and wandered back to the boat and the Inquisiti just watched, observing the creature before he, himself, too went to the boat and they set off, back to Dracos


The Brutii contingent followed them back to the dock and joined them aboard their ship, the Inquisiti sent the messenger off to fetch food an drink for their honoured guests as he ordered the captain to set sail for home. Until that point the Messenger had appeared inside, indeed years of training and routine made him much more adept at the dance of diplomacy, but the Inquisiti was in charge and knew far better how to formally treat guests, he had originally planned to eat down below, in his quarters (The captain's but he had requisitioned them on behalf of Dracos), but having been informed that the sea was glassy calm and not a swell could be seen nor a storm, he ordered the table brought above deck and then bolted down. So that he and his guests could enjoy a meal while enjoying the fresh sea air, not that the food was particularly fine.


The Messengers were all headed home, their destinations reached and the outcomes of their many talks determined. As they arrived, one by one, some leading the competitors from the nations they had talked with and others alone, to later be followed by those nations. As they did so a parade was hosted down the Streets of Dracos, with the Inquisiti standing around and watching, sometime putting on displays of magic to entertain the people. Eventually each party reached the square before the mighty palace, leaving the wooden houses and market places behind to bask in a building of true glory, with only the temples coming close to the magnificence of the square and nothing coming close to The Red Palace itself. Within the square the Ministers were arraigned in a tight semicircle with, in theory, Dante Draco in the center. The Guards were lined in a square covering all the walls of the square except that in which people entered from. Dante was actually standing chatting with some of the guards at the back most of the time, the ministers wanting so hard to order him back into his place, but knowing nothing would come of it and so kept their mouths shut letting the man do as he pleases. Dante held no actual title, only the Ministers, the Messengers and, of course, the Inquisiti held titles, so he was always referred to by others as either Draco or as 'Dracos Divine Chosen' or some variation. As they entered he felt it worth his time to wander back so that he could greet them all personally and then a soldier came and, depending on their rank of the 'competitor' (and their contingent for some were lead by weak lord who would not compete) and took them either to a luxurious room in the Red Palace or a good quality inn.





(Sorry if I missed any response, feel free to take them over and determine what the messenger would have done/said but I really felt we needed to move this along a bit since lots of people were at different stages)
 
The diplomat seemed to listen Antonio closely, a good sign Antonio thought. The diplomat smiled politely before replying


"It seems you know how to speak terms, and we shall agree, though do not expect us to simply through away our warriors for your campaigns, as we do not expect you to do the same".


Antonio smiled. Things were going perfectly.


The diplomat turned to look at his captain,likely to judge the mans blank facial expression for any sign of how he felt with the deal. From what Antonio could tell, the captain seemed quite indifferent, not really caring. whether this was good or bad, Antonio could only guess.


Turning back to Antonio, the Diplomat continued; "I will return to my king with this news, you need only send a messenger when our support is needed in a campaign. We however expect you to be just as willing to come to our aid when it is needed. I would also like to warn you, if you call upon us to battle an enemy you can defeat easily on your own, we will not be interested in continuing this alliance".


Antonio nodded. "Very well. I wish you a safe voyage home. If you need food or a place to stay, Assini (the dock master) can provide that"


Antonio nodded to the dock master, who saluted by placing his right fist above his head before turning to lead the diplomat back to his ship.


"Let me know if you need anything" Assini said indifferently just as they excited the outer gates of the Palace. The journey back was rather uneventful, save for that the fight they had witnessed earlier had concluded and the guards had arrested the perpetrators, after the fights had been won and the bets had been taken care of of course.


@Leusis @luesis
 
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A swirling face in the darkness, a child? Alessandro opened his eyelids, which felt as heavy as iron and lifted his ringing head. The child, or perhaps devil come to devour his soul screamed and went running off into the darkness that crept from the corners of his eyes, till it glazed over his vision, pulling his head down and his soul into the darkness itself...


Alessandro.could feel himself being dragged in the darkness. Perhaps the devils were taking him to hell?


He opened his still heavy eyelids to see the that he was being dragged by an unknown persons through a land he did not recognize. Too tried at the moment to think, he simply assumed his ship had coke back for him. Content, he let the darkness wash over him once more...


The next thing Alessandro knew it was morning and the sun was shining brightly in his eyes. He tried to lift his hand to shield his eyes, only to find that it was securely tied to a tree stump. Confused, he looked about to find that he was in some sort of town, with foreigners milling about all around him. two foreigners clad in armor stood in fro of him on either side, guarding him. Alessandro shivered, the outsiders had captured him. Trying to sound calm and unafraid, he spoke out;


"...Hello?..."


@Beowulf
 
Premonitions

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A few days had passed since the recruit had joined the ranks of the bloodsnouts and they were now traveling across the plains, their black and grey wolves low against the ground as the prowled, as anxious for a hunt as their masters. The mountains that served as the backdrop to the large group faded with the steel grey sky, their tops indistinguishable at first glance, as if they were fading away into nothingness.


Sitting proudly at the head of this procession was Grath, a menacingly large waraxe hanging limply from his left hand as he looked over the horizon with his ever attentive eyes. He couldnt help but let a thin smile crack his otherwise stone face as he thought over the rumors he had heard from the passing villages. He almost wanted to scream to the sky for this, a purpose, a fight, but instead he silently relished the idea of his enemies deaths at his hands, their bones crunching loudly under his boots. If the foreigners wanted this land so bad they can let their bones feed it.


He had set a course for the ocean port of Fildakith but thanks to his slow pace night was almost onto his party. Noticing this his face scrunched up in anger for a moment before he charged forward, swinging his axe around in the air before turning back around. By the time he had made his way back to the party they had completely come to a halt, impatiently waiting for his next command. He slowly made his way to the procession, stopping beside his second in command and leaning in slightly.


"Get the men to set up camp." His voice was final, but still brought a raised eyebrow from the other.


"here?" The lieutenant sounded confused, taking a quick look around at the open plains that surrounded them.


"Where else you quivering pissrat?!" He reached behind the others head and whacked him, eyebrows scrunched together.


With that he turned back around, swinging around his axe again before clambering off of the wolf to help set up camp. By the time his boots had hit the ground the orders were already being barked out and men were eagerly jumping off their wolves, their bellies hungry and asses hurting from the wolves haunches. Within the hour the camp was set up, the wolves roaming around shiftlessly as the ate on leftover meat and the men singing loud wartunes as they drunk and ate in the light of the campfire.
 
@Leusis


The messenger bowed lightly with a pleased expression on his face at Phobos' words "Lord Adumal will be pleased." He said, raising his hood once again before turning and making his way to the docks so as to return the good news. (High quality RP in action)





@player2


The messenger was patient in waiting for the long, dramatic response that was given to him, maintaining a fairly positive look upon his face in the anticipation. While he certainly didn't expect to have his offer accepted directly after having presented it, he was confident that in the end a mutually beneficial agreement would have been made. After all, as was evident by their architecture and society, the Halshki were reasonable people, if a little violent at times. The messenger bowed slightly during the uproar and responded in kind. "I will notify Lord Adumal of the celebrations immediately." He said, bowing once more and turning to leave the grand hall where he would then proceed to his boat to convey the message.


@General Deth Glitch


As the messenger was leaving the corpse seemed to just fall over, devoid of any life that it may have had just a moment ago. Otiian, on the other hand regained his previous level of consciousness, his eyes beginning to glow once again as he went back to a normal standing position. "I'm afraid I'll be heading off soon, friend. You and Zercole will be in charge of state affairs." Otiian said, turning and beginning to head down the large spiral staircase which circled the edge of the tower. Whilst dealing with preparations, two of the messengers he had sent out returned, both of which with very good news. The peace will be maintained and alliances and trade routes have been established. This was more than the other nations were previously willing to deal with Clan Adumal. Perhaps it was a mutual fear or worry of the foreigners that was making them more open to diplomacy. The thought was quite worrying. Were the foreigners enough of a threat that the clans were willing to set aside their differences so easily? No matter. For now Otiian had to focus on this tournament. Actually competing meant nothing to him. It was the fact that this would be the first time any living man had seen him outside of Clan Adumal that was especially troublesome. Given his... unique appearance, he would quite likely enforce the belief from other nations that Clan Adumal was full of monstrosities. To counteract this, he decided that it would be best to bring a small handful of guards to back him up should something go wrong rather than a large force to display military might as some of the other clans would likely do. Four necropolis guards should do. After all, they're the most well trained, armored, and armed of any of his forces, though they are quite lacking in comparison to one of his skeletal beasts or behemoths. The necropolis guard would do better amongst the living anyway given their retainment of consciousness as opposed to nearly every other being in the military. Grabbing up four of his best guard, one archer, two sword and shield users and one with a comically large hammer, he made his way through the streets, some of the citizens dropping their things and praying as he did so. Once to the docks, he gathered the crew for a military transport, one of several ships made of bone which dwarfed everything else at the docks. Your ships had to be large when they were used to transport ten thousand bodies at any given time. Taking his place at the captain's quarters, he now simply sat took out a map marked with all of the current clans, though some of them had dated borders given how long it had been since a military vessel set sail.
 
Pino, Franco and their Brutii Guards followed the messenger back to the docks and joined them aboard their ship, the Inquisiti sent the messenger off to fetch food an drink for Pino and Franco, whom they referred to as their honoured guests. At the same time the ship undocked and began swiftly heading for the Draconian home. as he ordered the captain to set sail for home.


Until that point the Messenger had appeared to be in charge, but on board the ship the Inquisiti appeared to be in charge. They orders tables, chairs and food to be brought up to the deck. The tables and chairs were then bolted down to the deck and a the food generously laid out.


Pino and Franco, being much less arragont than their Emperor graciously accepted their places if honor rather than expecting and demanding it. The small feast went rather well and the Brutii and the Draconian's seemed to get along well enough.


As they arrived to the Draconian homeland, they were lead to the great square were the tournament would be held. There were many competitors there, and more due to come. Many were from small clans Pino and Franco hadn't heard of but some were from somewhat important clans.


The king of the Draco clan, Dante was standing chatting with some of the guards at the back end of the Red square. Apparently.noticing the stream of competitors arriving he walked up to greet them.


Franco, his shining plated armor and his flowing red silk cloak standing out among the lesser competitors stepped forward.


"Greetings King Dante of the Draco Clan, I am Pino, Lead General of the Brutii Empire and their respective competitor"


@General Deth Glitch
 
The guards noticed the prisoner was awake when he spoke. Of course, they didn't understand him, it sounded like he said "salve", whatever that meant. But they knew what to do. Octus and Alexander would want to see him. So, after a quick decision and rank pulling, one of the guards hurried off to find the two.


It took him a couple of minutes, but soon both Alexander and Octus were found and told of the captive being conciois. And soon, the combined might of the two most powerful Eglans were staring the native down.


"He looks rather civilized actually." Octus mentioned, "A bit like a past empire. What was it called again? Ronum? No, that isn't it. It'll come to me." squatting down, knees popping, he lowered himself to the eye level of the captive. "Name." he said simply. Then he pointed to himself, and said "Octus," then to Alexander, and said his name.


While Octus was calmly trying to coax a name out of the captive, Alexander was calling for his head. "He is a savage, and dared to approach our settlement with ships of war. He deserves to die." His rant went on like this, rather annoyingly actually. But Octus did not notice, having to be on a small ship with the man had taught him to listen without listening.
 
The guards noticed that Alessandro had awoken and glanced at him when he spoke. They likely didn't understand him and so they simply ignored him.


The two guards began to argue in a language unknown to Alessandro. Alessandro wasn't sure what they were talking about, but he was willing to bet it was about him.


After a bit one seemed to win the argument and promptly walked off. He soon returned accompanied by 2 more foreigners.


One of the strange and rather imposing foreigners spoke to the other. "He looks rather civilized actually., "A bit like a past empire. What was it called again? Ronum? No, that isn't it. It'll come to me." Alessandro of course, didn't understand a word he was saying, but.correctly assumed eith was about him.


The foreigner that had just spoke squatted down, knees popping, and lowered himself to the eye level of Alessandro. "Name." he said simply. Then he pointed to himself, and said "Octus," then to Alexander, and said his name. Alessandro of course, didn't understand the words himself but we able to understand his body language.


While the first foreigner was calmly trying to communicate with Alessandro, the other foreigner was arguing with the first, although the first was ignoring him.


Understanding what Octus wanted, Alessandro simply said; "Alessandro of Brutii"


@Beowulf
 
Several hours had passed and the two armies on the plains of Etruect now stand about a mile away from each other. Viticto and his calvary of companions stand alongside their King, including his 25,000 soldiers. He had more then 14,000 hoplites, about 5000 archers and javeline throwers, and his 5000 mighty heavy and medium calvary units in which he and his elite units were. Viticto stared at the vast army of his opponent, according to what he was reported there were 46,000 troops and most were 20,000 swordsman, 18,000 spearmen, and 8,000 light calvary. They were led by the leader Zanni, who was a general that had some military experiance but was a cautious type.Viticto knew that the only way to win the battle was to take the initiative and force the enemy to go on the defensive and disrupt their lines. Even if his Calvary was outnumbered he had complete confidence in his medium and heavy Calvary. He would lead the calvary unit while Aestle and the other generals would be in charge of the main force. There main goal was to lure the enemy Calvary away from the main force and tempt them to fight vitictos's Calvary. From there the main force would focus their pressure to the enemys left wing where the enemys leader would be. Once Viticto defeats the enemy light Calvary he would join up with the main force and use their fire magic to wreak havoc and chaos amongst the enemy rank. However he must make his timing precise when engaging the enemy calvary, otherwise he would be encircled and overwhelmed by the enemys vast number, and he must do it quick.


Suddenly the sound of a war horn was heard and the enemy army suddenly proceeded to march against the Macedonian army. As they got closer the hoplites and archers kept their wits as they saw a giant coming closer by the minute. Viticto then springs to action as he and his Calvary ride to a small hill about a quarter mile to the west. At first the enemy seemed to not have taken the bait. But when their leader noticed Viticto amongst the Calvary he quickly sent off his light calvary to hunt him down, leaving only 400 light Calvary to protect his left and right flank. The battle was about to commence and the legends of Macedonia's combined arms tactics would be put to the test.Aestle and the generals would have to fight the battle and hope that their King comes back to raise hell. So the hoplites lowered their Long spears and prepare for a bloody fight.


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The Messengers return

@Bobisdead123


As lesser clans were streaming in two men approached him "Greetings King Dante of the Draco Clan, I am Pino, Lead General of the Brutii Empire and their respective competitor" one of them said to which Dante immediately shooed away the minor clans who he was greeting, leaving them to the ministers who were more then qualified to greet them. "Greetings, General Pino, if that's how I should refer to you. While it is true I lead these people I don't have a direct title, most call me horrible honorific titles like 'Divine Chosen' and other horrible things, you may call me Dante or, if you wish to follow the sheep that are my ministers, you can call me Draco. Now, Im afraid my ministers will go blue in the face if I ignore the other competitors for much longer, but you will each be shown to a room in the palace where you can relax and get your wits back after your long journey over from your lands. Tonight we will host a feast in the Great Hall, you shall pass it on your way to your room, so relax until then. Now, I really do have to leave the pair of you but I hope for good relations and, should we face each other in the melee, a good, honourable and challenging fight." He was then about to sway his attention to the others but then felt it wise to add "And I hope you had a safe and calm passage over the Brutii Strait" (I think that's a good name for the stretch of water right?) Damon approached, seeing fit to be the one to guide these strong warriors and, if all goes well, valued allies, himself so as to help their chances.


 
@General Deth Glitch


(This comes about two days from the current point you're at, after, or just before, the tournament kicks off)


It would take about two days or so for the Iswandi messenger to reach the nation of Dracos, as the Iswandi ships aren't all that fast, but their destination was still reached. The messenger had never seen a land such as this, nor was he used to the high amount of magic held throughout these lands, but he still held himself steady on the dock, waiting for someone to greet his arrival.


@Leusis


Ulgandu and his host marveled at all the new sights that they were presented with in this new land. From the stone houses, to the great valley choke point, to the grand walls protecting the Argos capital. Though, a few of the Impi still leaned over and whispered to each other that Islala castle was still grander than these walls. As they went along, some of the Impi would periodically disperse off from the main group to have a look around. When the main group got to far ahead, the Impi would run to catch up. Reaching the inside of the wall, the Impi's dispersed once more to explore the streets and see what all this city had to offer. They would make their war back to the main group later, once Ulgandu and Zurgane had reached the king.


Upon entering the grand hall of the Argonian capital, Ulgandu's eyes met with the large man across the room. He knew in an instant that this man was a warrior, just from his gaze alone.


"Hello, Argonian king, Deimos. I've heard many stories of your abilities as a warrior, and your gaze alone gives me me tell of that fact, but I'd still like to see a demonstration of your skills myself. Your diplomat here no doubt told you of how this will work. You will fight the strongest warrior of the Iswandi people, Zurgande,"


Zurgande steps forward


"in a one on one battle. If you are even half the man that your diplomat says you are, I will gladly pledge my aid to your people to any way you require it."


Deimos nods, then leads the group to the castle gardens, a place Deimos had often used to train with his brother.


"I am ready whenever you are, Zurgande."


Deimos steps into the center of the garden, and Zurgande follows soon after. Ulgandu and his Impi took seats near the edge of the garden to observe the fight play out.


Ulgandu begins shouting "Three! Two! One! Begin!"


The two draw their weapons and begin to circle around the garden's center, each waiting for the other to strike. Deimos took the initiative first and charged, probably hoping to end the fight in one strike with one decisive strike. This did not play out as Deimos planned, as Zurgande jumped out of the way with astounding speed. Taking this opportunity, Zurgande made a lunge for Deimos' back with his Iklwa. Quick on the rebound, Deimos was able to turn around just in time to block the strike. The two jumped back, both putting distance between themselves and their opponent. Speedily, Zurgande moved in to feint a frontal strike, then rolled away and struck at Deimos. These strikes landed, giving Deimos a couple minor cuts. This was perhaps the first time Deimos had ever received a proper cut in all his years as a warrior. Being a man of great strength, Deimos was able to shake off the minor cuts and continue the battle. He quickly struck at Zurgande before he was able to move of our range. The attack was quick enough to give Zurgande a minor cut across his chest. The two warriors were now even for injuries, and began circling the arena again. It was once again Deimos who charged fist. His plan this time was to feint another frontal charge, then quickly swing at whichever direction Zurgande ran. His plan worked, but failed at the same time. As he had planned, Zurgande fell for the feint, and ran to the right. Deimos swung at him, but Zurgande just ducked under the swing. Now on the ground, Zurgande was forced to roll as Deimos unleash a flurry of downward strikes, each one stopping just above a point where it would kill Zurgande, but Zurgande rolled out of the way of each strike. Finally tolling out of range of Deimos' strikes, Zurgande stood up and quickly lunged at Deimos again. The two locked in a blade clash, until once again jumping back to distance themselves from the other.


This fight could have gone on for several hours with neither side gaining any really ground over the other, and probably would have, if Ulgandu hadn't called an end to the fight


"Stop! Stop the fight!"


The two men stopped and looked over to Ulgandu, who was now walking towards them.


"I feel that this is more than a sufficient display of your skills. This fight has been going on for several minutes now. The fact that you've lasted this long against Zurgande with only two minor cuts is more than an adequate display of your abilities. I'd say you are definitely live up to the stories. Now then, my friend! What do you wish to negotiate?"


Zurgande dusted himself off and returned to Ulgandu's side


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