Ogigia in Flames

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And now dawns the new year, 0199 AtF (After the Fall. The fall being the fall of the alliance that kept all the nation's of Ogigia in good relations.) On the first of spring. Ogigia has no months, rather it's year is divided up into the four seasons with spring being the first and winter the last.

 

[NeoLeaf]

The Kingdom of Noiia

"Mmmmm..." Tree had hummed when he stared out onto the prairie landscape. There doesn't seem to be words, let alone colors, to do justice to the land and sky-scape that surrounds him� As empty as this place can seem, a person might never weary of looking at the land and sky.


Flat seas of green and golden grass, with their waves being blown by the light breeze in the relative emptiness of this vast. A light blue sky with a radiant white sun peering down on mortal men and beasts alike providing the thing to all known as a day. Birds are elsewhere, leaving the blue oceans of the sky clear of their lively bodies and giving reign to a new view for the Noiian King. Tree hovered a hand over his aqua-green eyes to protect them from the white ray's of the sun and cracked a toothy smile.


The man had decided that he had enough time to stare onto the prairie lands and turned towards his horse. The horse's fur is mess of a browns and reds, the main of the beast is a dazzlingly display of orange and blonds, it's groomed and in good shape. Tree grabbed the reins and pulled himself up onto the horses back and navigated the hoofed creature onward to the opposite direction from the scenery that he had enjoyed earlier. As he rode through the land he looked upon his land. Hills that all have man made settlements at the top of them, guarded by walls made of wood, special types of mud and mineral resources, men and women on their mounts either running amok in the prairies or standing their ground in close proximity of the settlements. The fields and ranches aren't far from the settlements the gravel paths that link all the settlements are tread by rideless Noiians, carrying sizable bundles of food, wood, stones and plant life. Some children are running along the path chasing each other and laughing whilst the adults could only sigh or smile back at the youngsters.


Eventually the King came to the land's greatest settlement. Structures made of wood, earth and animal skin are a common sight to behold, The academies are free circles with 'booths' that each have a different educator standing inside a tent or laying on a bench with material to teach the populace who could afford it. The market place is a wild goose chase of men and women opening several bazaars and stalls. Meat from game, domesticated animals, Fish caught fresh from the rivers or've been fermented, Vegetables from the fields or from one's garden. It's all there! The dazzling Shamans temples made of clean stone engraved with spectacular carvings that depict the animism that these people believe in. Workshops, smiths, smelters, masonry are elsewhere in the settlement away from the public sector along with small stations of law enforcers who rode on black stallions and were armed with an array of strange spears. People bowed their heads on the coming of Tree as his fiery horses clopped and nodded its head with every step until the duo came upon the hill that casts its shadow on the settlement bellow it - his palace.


"The King has arrived!" An officer had yelled.


A Noiian heavy calvary man grabs the handles of the mechanism and had the steel door rise from the ground. The duo would walk inside until the gate would close behind them and jump off his steed. The door closed with a loud thud and the man carefully climbs off his Steed.


"See you later, Red Comet." He grabbed the horse's head and placed his forehead against its. The red horse snorted and walked alone around the vast expanse of the palace yard. Tree grinned when he saw the fiery red tail whip upwards on the behind of Red Comet and saw the horse trotted off elsewhere.


The king walked up on the stony steps of his palace before a large entrances guarded by two heavy calvarymen. The built men noticed his coming and bowed thier heads down. Tree rose him arm and the men returned to thier regular postures. The man in the right had opened the door for the king and Tree walked into palace.


Pillars of polished stone are covered in the designs of the many spirits that wander from the material plane and the unspeakable spirit world that lies beyond the threshhold of life and death. Cielings too are carved with the art work of the lamian shamans and thier vision of of the spirit world. The Floor is nothing but pearly marble tiles and yellowish desert glass. This large hall was meant to show off no doubt. One could see a series of spiral stairways leading to the second and third floors of this marvel. The first floor is meant for the shamans and their pupils, The second floor is where the king and the coucil reside, the last floor is where the chronicler and historians would keep thier knowlege about the kingdoms past and so forth.


The second floor is made up entirely out of marble tiles with small artistic statues of several great men and women that have helped the nation in one way or another. Tall stone pillars with names and hand print seemed to sprout from the marble ground as the Tree walked towards the king's auditory hall. A vibrant carpet of many bright colors and feathered decorations had welcomed him before hand. His bare feet brushed against the smooths woolly surface of the carpet and walked on it until he eventually laid on his throne, which was nothing more than a polished stone block stacked with blackets and furry animal skins. Tree threw himself into the throne seate and laid there for a moment to recover from the trip of the savanna.


"Your highness?" called a young man's voice from the darker corner's of the auditory hall.


"Yes?" Tree said in a half groaning tone.


"The explorers that you've chosen this morning have left to go to the trading post to follow the pale men of Corvago back to thier mysterious lands."


"Excellent." Tree smiled.

 

[LeviathanL]

Most Serene Arachnid Republic

The young woman had to lower her head as she was escorted through the tunnels. These tunnels were made for arachnids, and the taller human woman had to crouch down to prevent scraping her scalp against its rocky surface. She knew what horror awaited her at the end of the tunnel, but with bound hands and flanked by armed guards, there was nothing she could do about it.


After what seemed an eternity, but still not long enough, light appeared at the end of the tunnel. The woman blinked at the bright light. Then swallowed as her eyes adjusted and she could see their destination, a huge cavern, brightly lid and lavishly decorated. The woman couldn't help but gasp, she hadn't expected such beauty underground, let alone in an arachnid hive. However, her admiration was cut short when she saw the cavern's lone occupant. More specifically, what he was doing.


Nolad vo Issur, Hivemaster of Issur, was having dinner. This didn't sound very bad, but if you take into consideration that the food was another person, the perspective changes quite radically. The Hivemaster was just finishing up, and he was clearly a messy eater. There wasn't enough left of the corpse for the woman to discern the poor soul's race, hell, she couldn't even make out gender.


The Arachni Lord raised his head from his meal and stared at her hungrily. It would seem the main course hadn't satisfied him and he was up for seconds. The woman thrashed and screamed as the guards dragged her to Nolad's table, which only seemed to make the Hivemaster more eager.


The woman was restrained on her back in front of Nolad, quite literally presented on a silver platter. The Hivemaster waved his hand and the guards exited, he liked to eat his meals in private. When the doors closed the arachnid wasted no time to descend on the young woman.


Shadow Blackwing smiled as she dropped the act, everything had happened according to plan.


In one swift motion, Shadow released her hands from their bounds, the ropes being tied in knot that looked very tight, but could be undone with minimal effort. She used her now-free hand to snatch a dinner knife from the table and stab the Hivemaster in the shoulder, aiming for the soft tissue between pieces of his exoskeleton. The arachnid didn't even flinch, his brain had registered the threat and promptly shut down his pain receptors, and he wasted no time with the counterattack. Unfortunately for him, not feeling the pain didn't mean there was no damage, and his right arm didn't move the way he wanted.


Under normal circumstances Shadow wouldn't relish in fighting an arachnid one-on-one, at least not without a sledgehammer. But an old arachnid who could only use one of his arms? She could get behind that. She used her leg to block the Hivemaster's good arm, and grabbed a small plate to engage the incoming jaws of the enraged arachnid. Shadow learned from a very early age that no matter the species, a few bangs from a metal object would scramble anyone's brains, and Nolad would soon learn it too. As she repeatedly slammed the plate on the arachnid's head she slowly got to her feet. She threw the plate away and pulled out the knife that was still lodged in the Hivemaster's shoulder.


"Nolad vo Issur, Despot Ulkaz is very upset with you."


She didn't know if Nolad understood the common tongue, but he definitely recognized the name, as he lunged at her once more, blinded by rage. Shadow grinned as she brought the knife in a uppercut maneuver into the Hivemaster's gut.


"You arachnids always seem so though on the surface, but inside you are all just big softies," Shadow quipped as the light faded from the Hivemaster.


The job was done, now she only had to maneuver out of the Hivemaster's quarters without being seen by the guards, meet up with Magister Kontans' agents within the hive, and be smuggled back to Corvago.


Peace of cake.


@Archie

 

The Kingdom of Noiia

"Admiral, the traders are in sight."


An old face looked up from a navigational map and met the eyes of the sailor.


"I see, send men out to meet them, have them write down everything of note the traders have to report. Escort the Noiian's to the flagship. I will send someone to speak with them shortly."


The sailor saluted and left, leaving Grigio Barba alone in his quarters. He sighed, he had sailed the seas since he was a lad, but he hadn't been this far from the western coast since before he accepted the position of admiral of the Cormorant Navy of Corvoga. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. On one hand there was a sense of adventure to it he had missed, the thrill of sailing in unknown waters, lord and master of every ship on the horizon. On the other hand were his responsibilities, those didn't matter to him as a pirate, but could an admiral really be that far from his navy?


In the end it didn't matter what he thought. When the Noiian's had announced their desire to explore the lands previously unknown to them the members of the Merchant's Guild had fallen over itself to offer them ships for the trip. This wasn't altruistic by any means, they were already unhappy that Sylvara was allowed a trading post on Noiia. There was no way in hell they would let Noiia make any more contact with the other nations without them knowing it. The Noiian trade was extremely important to them -over half the ships docked at the trading post would travel directly to Rhianthriel to trade Noiian iron for silver- and the guild lived in terror of losing any more of the monopoly on Noiian goods than it already had.


That meant helping Noiia whenever they desired it, to show them what good partners we were, even if it meant helping them make contact with the other kingdoms. And naturally these explorers needed the very best protection for the trip, and what better show of our commitment then by sending our highest naval officer?


Barba didn't care for politics, and he certainly didn't appreciate being used as a piece on a chess board, but he respected the Patrician's judgement. Ombra had seemingly relented to send Barba after countless pleas from the merchant's guild. Barba couldn't help but grin at that, as if the Patrician wasn't going to send him anyway. He was sure the old crow got some nice trade-offs from the guild in exchange for sending Barba with them, he probably made a show of how terribly inconvenient it would be, but out of respect he would relent. All the while being mightily pleased with himself about being paid to further his own agenda. The bastard.


Regardless of the political game being played and his feeling on the matter, Barba's job was relatively simple: take the explorers wherever they want to go, make sure the merchants are free to suck up to the Noiians like barnacles without overly suffocating them, and protect them from any and all threats. Simple enough on paper, but he had been a sailor long enough that he knew simple plans rarely stayed that way. For now, however, he could take it easy.


Some time later he exited his quarters and called for his first mate.


"Ask the explorers if they have made a decision on where they want to go."


@NeoLeaf

 

The Blessed Kingdom of Rhianthriel

Nobbs Inesperto set his foot on land for the first time in ages. He was promptly nauseous from land-sickness. He heard that that happened to people who where on sea too long. So long that they felt seasickness not on sea but on return to land. He asked one of the sailors about it but he just laughed, told him you need to be on sea a lot longer then he had to feel that way.


Nobbs didn't agree.


This was his first time in Rhianthriel. Actually, it was his first time outside of Corvage, of you didn't count the various resupply stops on the way -Nobbs certainly didn't-. It was quite intimidating if you thought about it. A completely different land...


Whatever, he was here and he had a job to do. This was his first real mission, and none of that 'observe and report' nonsense his fellow trainees got. His mission was ordered directly by the Sparrow. Nobbs' chest swelled with pride just thinking about it. That would show those jerks at training who was incompetent and who was a master spy.


Wait, did he still have it? He frantically patted his pockets. Yes! There was the letter. That was a shock, it would be mightily silly if he had forgotten it in his cot. He was told to deliver the letter to a cell in the capitol of Rhianthriel, and to guard the contents with his life. Apparently it contained vital information that could jeopardize every Corvogan cell in Rhianthriel if fallen in the wrong hands. Something like that, anyway, Nobbs wasn't privy to the details, and he didn't dare to secretly read the letter for fear of what Sparrow would do to him if he found out. He had never met him, but he heard he was a fearsome monster of a man, able and willing to consort with spirits to get the information he needed. Nobbs shuddered just thinking about it, and went on his way. The image of a crow-headed shaman fresh in his mind.


@The Suspicious Eye

 

[NeoLeaf]

The Kingdom of Noiia

The group consists of three men and two women who are willing to do this for their king. Clad in their usual simplistic clothing and carrying a number of sacks and pouches containing an array of tools, devices and writing utensils these individuals were ready. They've arrive to a structure made of stone and wood, with smooth earth surrounding it and having a number of thin wooden poles around its sides that show the flags of the Corvago citystate, their respective flag and numerous other flags that seem to represent other elements that these people aren't all too familiar with. Behind the structure one could see the beach and its docks with a number of the foreign ships that they've come to understand.


The veteran of the group scratched the tip of his nose for moment before looking at the entrance of the building. It would seem that following the caravan has made their journey relatively easy. The horses and the merchant responsible behind the reigns waved and trotted to a different area of the building to have himself and his goods inspected, packed and ready to be put into the storage until the ships arrive for the goods. The group walked inside the building and stood their for a moment looking around for anyone who could help them with their next procedure. They know that the king arrived here to this facility personally a number of months back and could only assume that these people are going to cooperate.

 

[Archie]

Most Serene Arachnid Republic

Hive Issur. Hanish hated this place. Nolad was the lord here, was being past tense. That assassin Konstans hired he was sure wouldn't fail, because unless it was for some blatantly obvious reason like the disaster of the Septamilion Wall, Konstans never failed. The Foreign Magistrate hired a Corvagan this time, and they were the best at this nasty business that Arachnid egos prohibited them from doing.


Hanish repeated that mantra in his head a couple times before saddling his horse and riding through the night to Mount Issur, a former volcano hollowed out to be one of the greatest industrial centers in the world, smoke from burning coal rising from the crater as if it were a smokestack. His horse Penelope, so named after Hanish's first victim at the command of his Arachnid master, charged and ran fast, just like the real Princess Penelope. He could still see her eyes, smell her blood.


You're never making me kill a human again! he shouted at Konstans, weeping that night. Raising his head, he expected to lose it in just moments. Konstans drew his sword, then sat at the table and sighed.


Then I can't ask you to kill yourself Konstantak replied. Then, he was just a minor hive lord.


What of the Despot?


---


But those bloody days were over. Those days when Konstans and Hanish both were in hiding, together with all Konstans' arachnid friends. But they weren't like Konstans... they couldn't feel sympathy for humans... they ate the other races, and did so happily. As he charged to the mountain, he reached into his cloak and fingered the wrapped up scroll he had in his pockets. He couldn't lose it. That scroll meant freedom. That scroll meant escape.


Cries and clicks rang out in the distance. "MIRUN!" a chorus of a dozen insect voices shouted in unison, coming from the watchtowers outside, forming a circular ring around the factory mountain. Stop, they wanted of Hanish. But he wasn't going to stop. Crossbows were knocking in the distance and leveling at the assassin. He smirked. "MIRUUUN!" they shouted again. Still no response from the human.


"STAVRAK!" the deepest of all the voices called. The swarm of bolts flew in the direction of the horse, to arrive in mere seconds. Hanish looked at his pocketwatch. Goood he thought to himself. The ground underneath his horse suddenly crumbled, and they both fell through more than a story into the tunnel complex underground. He had calculated the distance to that weak point, and knew where it led.


Panting, Hanish limped up. His right leg hurt like he dropped a three hundred pound weight on it. That was because he did, namely a horse. Clinging to a wall, he breathed deeply before hearing the scurrying of voices. There was no use hiding... the insects would discover his horse. He drew his dagger, and laid down behind it.


---


The blue haired male limped over the lifeless exoskeletons and dropped his goo-covered blade from his right hand. Holding onto his gut, he leaned on the wall with his left hand as he trudged forward.


He couldn't believe how unpracticed he had been. Six hive guards had managed to deal him a blow straight to his gut with a shortsword. Hanish had to move forward... there was no turning back as his getaway horse was in the hive. Finding the industrial smoke passage, he donned his facemask and entered the dark and steamy corridor.


When he exited, he found the quarters of the Hive King only a flight of stairs up. However, it was guarded. Guarded by over a dozen men standing outside, and these were officers. Unlike in other cultures, arachnid officers were expected to fight and be virile to the end, and they would be a much better fight than the guards outside.


How could Hanish defeat them? He couldn't.


Straightening his back, he ascended the steps, ignoring the pain from his leg and his gut, refusing to hold onto them and tying together his cloak to avoid giving away his wounds.


"Requesting entrance. Urgent message from Danek" he said, pulling out the fabricated seal of the rebel merchant.


Colonel Rotan tak Issur dusted off the medallion and shoved it back in the human's chest, spitting.


"We welcome you, with the hospitality fitting of a slave" he scoffed.


Slave, he thought. But it would all be over soon. He didn't care what Konstas thought, because he no longer shared the future they had both planned.


Pushing open the doors, he dropped his hood, revealing his characteristic blue hair to the assassin, who he was sure had already finished the job. Quickly slamming the doors behind him, he locked them and inhaled, closing his eyes.


@LeviathanL

Free City of Corvago

Foreign Magistrate Konstantak donned his black ministerial robes as he paced around in the lobby of the hall of the Assassin's Guild. His brain sent signals to the rest of his body to shut off its worry and fear, he must continue straight ahead in the endeavor he was planning, and if he failed, he would try again. That was code in his simple nervous system that he was worried, and with good cause. Discovery meant execution. One Arachnid in his life played many roles in the stage of life, however, and Konstans had played the role of the risky conniver many times. For this the power behind the Arachnid throne was detested by many of the Hive Lords, they saw him as just a puppet for the Corvagans who brought down this despot or that despot. Konstans would prove them all wrong, he knew, when he was sitting in front of, and not behind, the throne.


He hugged his papers concerning the behaviors of his target in front of him. Loves breakfast, has it in the Central Palace of the Serenach, upper quarters. Enjoys second courses of live meals, never checks for poison. Terrible at paperwork, the long and rambling paper read.


"Where's Guildmaster Celtello?' he spoke aloud in a room he thought was empty. As was the case in this cunning and cutthroat city, no rooms were empty when important people occupied them.


He sighed and backed himself against a wall. Taking out his papers once more, he glanced to the left, right, and above to make sure nobody was looking, then took a last glance at the top lines.


Target Name: Ulkaz vo Kozul


@LeviathanL

Kingdom of Kyrios'daen

"What do you mean he can't come in?" complained Re'shar, the Shuria friend of the dissident merchant Danek.


"He's your friend!" he shouted to the captain of the guard.


"If Konstans and Kobens aren't stopped now, Arachnia's armies will march into our lands, and we can never lose, ever! But it will be bloody, and that blood, captain, is on your hands!" he screamed.


"What if we ask you politely, sire?" Danek said in his perfect common tongue, releasing a series of hisses meant by Arachni to mean a chuckle.


"Please tell your King we are waiting out here in the cold, wet, depraved, starving, begging for his merciful countenance" he continued. It was dry outside.


"And that we have a way he can subject the entirety of my homeland, which oh, I love so dearly" he continued.


Danek was the richest Arachni who didn't live in Arachnia. His wealth rivaled the Great Hives, and he was well known as a disloyal maverick. Ever since Konstans killed his favorite puppet, Muhad, there was no room for peace and reconciliation. Konstans had to die, for the sake of profit, of course. The recent territorial disputes between Kyrios'daen and Arachnia provided just the right outlet to seize the day - if only Danek could play to the reputed mercurial and "insane" personality of the powerful King of these warrior people. Worry and fear of death, execution, torture, crossed Daneks' mind. But he felt the flow of emotions suddenly leave his body, as was typical for his kind. It seemed that he was still Arachni after all. What a pity.


@Macbeth

Athyrian Republic

Did it take the weeks five days and sixteen hours to get here, or three weeks five days and seventeen? Kobens cursed his accountants for not being able to keep proper track of timezones according to the system his gear-like mind had invented, as was typical of the Arachni. Brave on the surface, they were cowards to see the devil in the details, and collectively made a pact, sworn to their blood and guts, to ignore the details entirely.


Kobens was different, and today, he'd prove it. Sent by Ulkaz on a virtual exile of a mission to discuss the slave trade and the conquest of the buffer state between Arachnia and Athyria, he would do his job precisely, no matter what it was. No doubt brought about by Konstantak. But how could the foreign magistrate be so stupid just now? There was no way he was arrogant enough to presume Kobens many allies wouldn't engineer a similar exile of Konstans when he returned. The two always ruled in tandem, and kept eachother's followers in check and following their two separate camps.


Kobens' camp was winning, the camp of the real Arachni, the camp of honor, tradition, and productivity. Konstans disastrous wall project had taken him down one level, and since he became Foreign Magistrate the killings of despots didn't stop, but accelerated. Over five years, that young whipsnapper had turned the proud Arachni empire into a puppet of some puny trade city. Well, it wasn't puny - it had 1 million people. But dependency of all sorts was the death of nations, and that lover of other species would be the death of Arachnia. It was said that coward didn't even eat live meals. Soon, Kobens would be in charge, and order would be restored.


"Konuz im shatas ru'dan lenfaka Au'raktan" he clicked and sounded out.


"The supreme commander awaits the Aureator, on scheduled business" his elven slave translated.


"Mushatan yefir"


"Do not delay" he added.


@Jabroni

 

[LeviathanL]

Most Serene Arachnid Republic

Shadow was inspecting the room, making sure there were no hidden entrances, when the doors to the cavern opened. She quickly hid herself in the shadows of a statue, risking a peek at the newcomer. She recognized her contact, the human male with blue hair. Still, she wasn't going to take any changes. When he turned around to close the doors, she rushed towards him, knife in hand, and stopped just short of his stabbing him in the back.


"Well hello, Hanish. Fancy meeting you here. I do believe you have something to say about now, I would hate to skewer you."

Free City of Corvago

An old and grizzled man entered the hallway and walked up to the arachnid. He sported an unkempt beard and wore a dirty cloak, in contrast to the pristine hall they were standing in.


"Hivelord Konstans," he said while bowing. "You honor our humble establishment with your presence. If you would please follow me, the guildmaster would like to meet you in his office."


@Archie


 

The Kingdom of Noiia

One of the sailors stepped up to the explorers, accompanied by a trader who knew the noiian language and would act as translator, if necessary.


"Good afternoon, sirs and ladies,


The admiral would like to know if you have made a decision regarding our destination."


@NeoLeaf

 

[Archie]

Most Serene Arachnid Republic

Hanish jumped when the assassin approached him adn stuck a knife out at him. He was fast.


No, not a he, a she, as Hanish saw when he turned around. She demanded information Hanish broke a sweat before wiping it off, bringing his hand to his face in away that almost dared the girl to kill him. So this was Kosntantak's agent... the job must have been done then.


"Depends on what's under the carapace" Hanish said, flinching as he said that. Konstantak couldn't have come up with a more self-loathing way of conveying a code, as the woman's response, if she remembered, would prove. It reminded him of his coming betrayal. It hurt, but he had no choice if he wanted any dignity in this world.


@LeviathanL

Free City of Corvago

"Then I'll give you honor, and you give me a game changing revolution that will forever secure your city, my republic, and both our coinpurses" Konstantak proclaimed, not caring if he was giving away his intent. He had no capacity to fear such things. He scanned the walls and the columns... Corvago was a well built, beautiful, and decorate city. It was no shame enlisting them, even in ways that would create dependency.


He took off several steps behind the man and followed him, looking at all of the walls to make it as clear as he could that he did not care what the man in front of him said or did. He just wanted to speak privately to the guild master, and keep things as tight as his fearless nature would allow.

 

[NeoLeaf]

The Kingdom of Noiia

The veteran of the group blinked slowly at the two men from Corvago and took his time to formulate a sentence. He had to remember their first destination on the unknown continent. The man looked at one of the younger voyagers of the groups and could've sworn that he wasn't exactly needed for this type of business. A younger male of the group with a bald head and a pants decorated in bright reptilian scales noticed the old man's gaze and had stepped from the group to converse with the sailer and the translator.


"We would like to go to the City State of Corvago. From there we will meet our own merchants from market place and continue the journey from there."

 

[LeviathanL]

Most Serene Arachnid Republic

Shadow grinned from ear to ear: "Well I just had a look up close and personal, and I can tell you there is a lot of goo, but no trace of a soul."


She removed the knife and put a few steps back.


"So, guards at the door, dead guy in here. How are you planning to get us out?"


@Archie

Free City of Corvago

They arrived at the guildmaster's office, the door was locked, and the bearded man produced a key and discreetly opened it.


"Go right in, the guildmaster will be right there," he said with a knowing smile.

The Kingdom of Noiia

"Very well, we will leave as soon as the cargo has been loaded," said the sailor in the common language.


The merchant translator grabbed the sailor's wrist and hissed: "We can't let them go of on their own, the guildmaster won't allow it."


"Take it to the admiral, I just have to transport them, what they do afterwards is no concern of mine. Now translate what I told them, and do so accurately, or else your guildmaster is the least of your worries."


The translator scowled, but he conveyed the sailor's words.


@NeoLeaf

 

[NeoLeaf]

The Kingdom of Noiia

"Excellent." The young boy clapped his hands together and felt ease on his heart. He turned around to the veteran and spoke a different type of dialact to the elder noiian that couldn't be conveyed by the rest of the crew. The man crack a wrinkly smile and nodded pleased with how things are turning out for them.


"We'll await for our departure." The veteran said in a deep broken dialect.