Fantasy Reclamation of Tyrium IC

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Music to set the mood.

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A meeting has been called between major representatives of each nation, held in the Midlands capital city of Two Kings Pass in the Grand Hall. This is a tradition that had been kept for decades now, occurring at least once each year. When these meetings are held, the rest of the city holds a festival of celebration. These celebrations have become a holiday for people all across Tyrium. It is time for drinking, having fun on the streets with your neighbors or with strangers that have traveled for days to attend the festival. The nation representatives are not the only people that travel to Two Kings Pass on this day. Merchants, adventurers and common travelers all come during this day to partake in the festivities.

More importantly than the festival, however, are the decisions that are made by this court of officials in the Grand Hall. Alliances are solidified and hostilities are renewed between leaders as the discussions drag on about politics and other affairs. After the meetings it is not uncommon for the representatives of the nations to stay for a few nights and join in the festivities.

Welcome traveler, to Two Kings Pass! Whether you are an important figure in national politics, or just an ordinary traveler, you have found your way here one way or another, whether it is to partake in the festivities or to engage in political affairs with other important people.

 

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Lord Camden gazed across the room of politicians, generals and rulers of other nations. This meeting had been rather dull, and only an hour or two remained before this meeting would be adjourned. He, like the other lords, kings, soldiers and dukes sat around a large semicircular table. He had the privilege of sitting at the center of the table, a true honor. That's what all the other politicians said when they placed him here, but he knew it was just a lie. He was here to keep an eye on everyone and make sure no one overstepped their bounds. Camden knew his duty, and had no illusion about the amount of influence he really had on these negotiations. He was set aside as a minor lord, and he didn't mind one bit. These pompous lords could talk all they wanted, it changed nothing. They would still fight when they signed treaties in which they promised to be peaceful. They would still exploit their poor, lie, cheat and steal, and continue to hide all this behind flowery words and fancy clothing. Perhaps that's why nobles pay so much attention to their looks. They have to hide how disgusting they really are.

 

[BunnyQueen]

Yuzmoth looked around the room eyeing up all of the kingdoms he could make deals with to sell the dwarven expert crafted steel, there were no finer blacksmiths in all the land than that of the dwarves from the north. Despite Yuzmoth's small size, he was covered in his royal outfit which consists of dwarven royal armor and a leather jerkin underneath his helmet was sitting on the table in front of him as he heard the faint sounds of cheering from outside he yearned to go get drunk. Yuzmoth's powerful arms lifted himself out of his chair and he grabbed his helmet holding it under his arm as he started to pace slowly his head barely coming over the table. He had always disliked council meetings but loved the party that came afterward any excuse to get drunk and eat till he is sick was a good day for any dwarves. Yuzmoth slowly paced towards the window and looked down into the lively streets and he smiled wondering how many new clients he would get this day and a little bit of drool got in the oversized beard the dwarf wore as he thought of all the gold rolling in.

 

[Shireling]

While the festivities were underway, most of the crowd had filed out of the saloons and into the street just as Fredegar had come rolling into town on the back of a wagon with some gypsies he had met on the road heading over the mountains. After he had parted ways with the gyptian caravan (and a bit of his silver) he had tumbled wearily into an old tavern adjacent to the second ring of walls. The place was warm, cozy, dimly-lit, and utterly empty save for an ancient tavernkeeper perched on a stool behind the counter. As Fredegar walked in, he squinted at the top of the door before directing his attention to the bottom of the doorframe so he could actually see the halfling.

"A halfling, eh? Rare to see one come tumblin' over the mountains. How's your health?"

"Just fine." Fredegar said, mounting the stool so he could sit at the counter. "What are the crowds all here for?"

"Meeting, between all the royals and lords and whatnot. Happens every year."

Fredegar touched his hand to his head. "Of course, I forgot. Yes, I read something about that in the newspaper a few months ago."

"What can I get you?"

"Ale."

"You old enough to drink?" The keeper chided.

The halfling gave the man a flat, humorless expression. Promptly, he filled a wooden mug with ale from the tap and sloshed it down in front of him.

"Two."

Fredegar fished in his bag and produced two gold coins, both with the face of Empress Konstanzina on them and the words "Humanity, Fraternity, Industry" printed on the bottom with "Imperium Aeternai" on the top. The tavernkeeper grew a little more stern then, and fell to washing dishes after he collected his payment.

Fredegar knocked back a swig of ale and took the letter from his coat pocket, opening it and scanning over it again, specifically the last few lines:

The treasure can be found over the mountains where the land of the blue seal once bellowed a mighty furnace.

He still had no idea where that could be. What the land of the blue seal was or some such mighty furnace. At first he thought, perhaps, of Dwarves but the forges of Zoram were across the rivers and plains. And anyways, Zoram was no "land of the blue seal." He shook his head and returned the letter to his pocket. The rabblerousing outside was beginning to give him a headache.

 

[jppeer123]

As Dorakdreg sees Yuzmoth walk out of his chair, Dorakdreg thinks about his role on this table. Not like the other kingdoms, Dorakdreg isn't here to make alliances or enemies but to assure it's neutrality so Dunnhold can uphold its reputation as a trading nation, as well as make more money. The Elder lord and everyone around the table knew that the best metal and armour came from Zoram, so Dorakdreg wanted to secure some of these metals for his people by means of a trade agreement. Dorakdreg stood up from his chair and walked up to Yuzmoth with a piece of pre-written parchment. In it were the details of a trade treaty between the two nations.

Treaty of Red-Dunes-New Dunnhold:

by this decree, I accept the terms and rules assigned inside this treaty of nations.

I. A trade route gets built between the capital of the two kingdoms.
II. The Gnomes and Dwarves of Dunnhold are accepted visitors when they go to Zoram.
III. Both nations will put guard posts around the trade route.
IV. Zoram sells their metals and armour at a discount to Dunnhold.
V. All the boats that Zoram may own are accepted through the Dunnhold River Delta.
VI. the Dwarves of Zoram are accepted visitors when they go to Dunnhold.
VII. Monthly shipments of goods will be traded between the two nations for trade and/or other purposes

Sign here:
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As he hands over the parchment to Yuzmoth, Dorakdreg gives a golden coin to the High King and says: "Don't forget ye old friends from the south, brother." and slowly walks back to his seat at the table.

 

[BunnyQueen]

Yuzmoth looked over the parchment handed to him by Dorakgred, Yuzmoth always had a sort of unspoken respect for his kin that lives in the south not many dwarves venture from the capital and can live for long but Dorakgred had managed to start his own nation. Building a trade route between nations would take time Yuzmoth figured it could be done easily after they get out of the lava-filled mountains of the north it should be no problem digging south. The second one brought some discomfort to him since Yuzmoth didn't really like Gnomes all that well he may have to set up a restriction for them to enter the certain areas such as the Red Dunes Yuzmoth took a moment to look out the window and scratch his beard for a minute then he decided this term was acceptable. The guard post would not be a problem Yuzmoth's Dwarves could build the best dwarven guard post on the surface in a matter of weeks, while Article IV was fine Yuzmoth did not like selling things at a discount for he did not like losing money but he quickly got over the fact. The fifth article is where Yuzmoth audibly laughed for the dwarves of the north lack and boats favoring the wood for tinder to keep the fire going. Now instead of having boats accepted into the river delta he could try to get Dorakdreg's people to send food, alcohol, water, and any supplies up north, it was known that the mountain dwarves spent a lot of gold buying their supplies in bulk and eating it throughout the year but this could wind up with Yuzmoth spending less money he would have to discuss this with Dorakgred before signing the contract he took out his pen and marked out article V. Article VI was acceptable but Yuzmoth himself doubted if any mountain dwarves would leave to the south, he knew there would be at least one but most of them prefer to stay in the hot mountain caves forging metal. When he came to article VII he grew a smile and audibly grunted he would have to question how many goods were going to be traded since Yuzmoth himself was a naturally greedy man. Yuzmoth signed the parchment and walked back to Dorakgred putting an arm around his shoulder and slamming the parchment down "We Must Celebrate!" Yuzmoth exclaimed any reason to get drunk was a good reason for him.
jppeer123

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Not yet, Lord Yuzmoth." Gareth said from his chair, his red armor, polished to a sheen, shined faintly in the torchlight. And he was not the only set of red armor, other Chapter Masters had accompanied him. Chapter Master Rose stood to his right, her sharp eyes trying to watch everywhere at once was at great odds with the relaxed posture of Gareth. And to his left stood Chapter Master Montague, who looked like a bird preening itself to show off. This was his first time at one of these meetings, and so far he wasn't to impressed. But he knew better, and kept his mouth firmly shut.

"I apologize for keeping you from celebrating, but perhaps I can add more for you to celebrate about. Trade between our people is inevitable, even if it is outright banned, the goods will still be available through less savory means. And I am sure that there are people on both sides that are already trading with each other. We would like to make these trades official, to freely and openly trade between us. Our ships will have more then just locally caught fish the next time merchants would trade. A small tax will be added on, of course, so the merchants aren't the only ones growing wealthier." They'd both benefit from the deal. Not only would they grow wealthier, but they'd have easier access to each other's materials, fish and lumber from the Order in exchange for metal goods. They may have to cut down more trees to keep up with the demand of lumber the dwarfs of the north needed for their forges, but it would be worth it.
(( BunnyQueen jppeer123 ))

 

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Sturm walked through the streets of Two Kings Pass in search of a blacksmith. He had been travelling for days, and was rather exhausted as well. But his sword came first. It had been damaged in a duel with an indignant knight who saw fit to break his sword after Sturm lost the duel. Sturm was afraid that the blade would never be the same, for it had been shattered halfway up the length of the blade. He heard the steady, reassuring ping of a hammer nearby, however, and he felt slightly more at ease.

Ineptitude Sturm approached the stall where the blacksmith was working, but saw that it was only a little girl hammering away at the piece of metal on the anvil. He was apprehensive at first, but knew that skill could manifest itself in any person. He approached the girl tentatively and waited until she stopped hammering to talk to her. She looked up from her seat at the anvil, and seemed rather impatient to continue with her work.

Without saying a word, Sturm took the sword fragments that he had wrapped in some cloth from his pack, unwrapped it, and showed it to the blacksmith for inspection. He wasn't a rich man but he knew he probably had enough to pay for the repairs if she knew how to repair it.

 

[Ineptitude]

Nisamora's expression remained blank as she leveled the sword's shattered remains with a calculating gaze, eyes carefully scrutinizing it's appearance before she eventually nodded stiffly. While it would take up much of her time, it was nothing she couldn't be able to fix. Rising up from her seat at the anvil, she took the fragments into her calloused grasp.

"Five silver." The blacksmith named the price for repairs after a brief moment of silence, staring up at the human man who had approached her stall. "You are welcome to bargain with me if you lack the means to pay."

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Ineptitude
Sturm breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he fished the coin out from his money pouch. He shook his head when he heard the girl talk about bargaining if he couldn't pay the price. "I have the coin." He said as he placed it in her outstretched hand. He nodded gratefully and turned to leave. Before he left, he stopped and turned back around. "Do you know of any taverns nearby, a place where I could rest for the night?" He asked.

 

[Ineptitude]

Taking the payment within her gloved hand, Nisamora pocketed it into a small pouch she had strapped to her belt. She was just about to turn heel and continue with her work when the man posed her a question as he was leaving. She adopted a small thinking pose, rhythmically tapping her chin with her index finger as her gaze wandered up to the vast sky, as though it held all the answers.

"It's been a while since I've been here, but," She began, her voice just loud enough for the other to comprehend her words. "I believe there's a tavern just east of here called The Trapper Tavern."

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[Bakuyoshi]

Cefrey had been doing a lot of travelling. This was a day she couldn't miss. Big crowds of people, Festivities, etc this was where she could make a name for herself. Be a bard that could be identified by her name instead of being called 'that one Bard'. She could play here and start gaining populararity. And get one of the Bard colleges to recognize her. She stepped into a Tavern walking up to the Barkeep With her lute out "Excuse me, By some chance can I play in here? I'm just looking to play some music for the fine people here."

 

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Sturm nodded his thanks and followed the road to the tavern that the blacksmith had mentioned. The sign swiveled smoothly on the piece of metal that it hung from, reading "The Trapper Tavern" in a large, plain font. Sturm heard the faint sound of merrymaking from within, and upon opening the door was washed over with the atmosphere.The sounds of drunk rabblerousers gleefully shouting at each other over the din, fondling maids who tripped over the hems of their dresses, the sound of the glasses knocking against each other as well as the heavy smell of alcohol permeated the tavern. Sturm moved to the back of the tavern where there was a bar. He noticed a halfling gloomily drinking ale ( Shireling possibly) and a woman with oddly covered hair talking to the barkeep. She looked like some sort of bard the way that she held her lute out. ( Bakuyoshi maybe). He waited until they were finished talking before waving the barkeep over.

(I'm gonna play the barkeep here, hopefully that is fine with everyone, also heyo Bakuyoshi again)
"If you don't get in anyone's way I don't see any harm in it..Don't expect me to pay you though." He added in a serious tone. As you look around the tavern you may not see much room for you to perform in, however there is a small alcove to the right side of the bar where a stage may have been, which gives some space for a performer to work.

 

[Soviet Panda]

Buras' great, lumbering frame could be seen for blocks. Minotaurs being larger then most races, it wasn't surprising. But no matter how often he was in a similar situation, he was never comfortable. He stuck out to much, everyone was eyeing him up, calling him a savage. He could see mothers hold their children closer and quickly ushering them away from him, and husbands getting ready for a fight they thought they could win. If only they knew. Knew how strong he was, and how scared he felt not being with his own kind, without even one other being seen.

But he refused to let this fear, both his own of being alone and of others who feared him because of what he was, stop him. So he forged on, slowly making his way through the crowd, careful to not push anyone aside or step on them. And slowly but surely, he made his way to a tavern. They usually accepted him at a tavern, no one was to quick to judge at least. As he contorted to fit through the narrow (for a minotaur) doorway, one of his horns caught on the side of the doorway and made a single, large, bang. The whole tavern quieted for a moment, but after they saw what had made the noise, started right back up again. Good, they didn't care that he was a minotaur.
(( SecondBreaking Bakuyoshi Ineptitude Shireling ))
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Upon wrapping up the trade negotiations with the King of Zoram, Gareth set his sights on the ruler of Grissenholt, Empress Konstanzina IV. Getting up from his chair and moving towards the Empress, his entourage following behind him, he stops a respectful distance and bows politely before speaking. "Empress Konstanzina, always a pleasure to meet you." If truth be told, it was most likely the exact opposite of what he had said. In fact, if one looked to how some of the more zealous Chapter Masters present gripping tightly gripping their swords, as if ready to draw them, it would be pretty obvious what many thought of Grissenholt and it's Inquisitors incursions into their land.

"Shall we reaffirm the border between our lands? The River Ivo has traditionally defined the border between our lands. But perhaps you have forgotten? I have reports of Inquisitors in places they do not belong. Perhaps this is an accident?"
(( Shireling ))

 

[Bakuyoshi]

"Of course Sir. I honestly usually ask for payment after I ask to play. So know I had no intention of Making money in the first place. You have a good one sir!" Cefrey walked over to the alcove and got herself positioned. "Obviously this place is more of a drinking tavern. Given the size of this area it's obvious bards and entertainment weren't at the front off the owners thoughts. Oh well it works." Cefrey began to tune her instrument to make sure it sounded right.

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The Trapper Tavern

Bakuyoshi
The barkeep nodded absent mindedly as the girl as she walked off. He wasn't sure what she was doing here. If she wanted to play her lute, why didn't she just go to some roadside and play there? If she was good enough she'd attract a decent crowd for sure. Her hopes of winning over this crowd were rather bleak, for they were more interested in the bottoms of their mugs rather than the melody of an instrument.

EDIT: Some of the patrons began to drunkenly look in her direction, although most seemed to ahve a very discouraging glaze over their eyes that showed their inability to appreciate Cefrey's music. However, although this was the case for some of the patrons, others looked in her direction with some enthusiasm.
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Soviet Panda
The barkeep took one look at the minotaur and shook his head slightly. He was surprised that a minotaur would find its way here, especially alone, as they normally traveled in groups. Minotaurs were known to be extremely temperamental, and a fight could flare up in an instant with those folk around. Despite that, they paid good money and rarely talked to folk outside of their race, therefore they had a relatively low risk of causing any substantial damage to the establishment. (Gonna metagame here and say your character walks up to the bar, hope you don't mind). Buras would notice that some of the men shifted ever so slightly out of his way as he made is way to the bar, it seemed that none wanted much to do with the large minotaur. It seemed that they moved more out of caution than hatred towards minotaurs, for all knew the dangers associated with dealing with the race.
As Buras reached the bar, the barkeep approached him, nodding his head to a knight who sat on the chair next to the one Buras took. "What would you like to drink, if you don't mind me askin'?" The barkeep asked in a noticeably more polite tone than he used with the other patrons.

 

[Ineptitude]

Nisamora's bottle green eyes trailed after the human male's armored form as he disappeared into the bustling crowd before turning back to her stall. Placing the sword's shattered remains on a nearby wooden table, the blacksmith turned back to her anvil, and she had to bite back a sigh. The metal had long since cooled during her exchange with the paladin.

'I'm going to have to reheat it.' The dwarf thought, before giving a shrug. 'Well, no harm done.' She picked up the slab of iron with a pair of tongs before stuffing it back into the forge's fire.

 

[Soviet Panda]

The bar stool creaked ominously as Buras eased his massive frame onto it, which only prompted him to stand back up. Reaching for a bag on his belt, he undoes the string that kept it closed and fished around in it, pulled out five gold pieces, none of them alike, and sets them on the counter. "Food," he rumbled softly, "and water." He would not take alcohol, not now. He might later, but right now he needed food in his belly and something clean to wash it down. Plus he wasn't sure if he could afford a meal and drink large enough to fill him. So water would have to do. As he spoke, his ears could just make out a lute being played over the din and locked onto it. Meanwhile, he took note of his two neighbors. A knight without a sword and a halfling. The halfling wasn't so strange, but the knight with no sword certainly was.

 

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Soviet Panda
Sturm noticed the minotaur's gaze brush past him, and how the minotaur appeared to take note that the sheathe at his side held no sword. He flushed furiously, for the strict code that he followed dictated that no knight should be seen without his sword. It was indecent, like catching a man with his pants down. Sturm just buried his face in his mug and drunk his ale, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible, lest he be further embarrassed.

 

[Bakuyoshi]

Cefrey after enough tuning finally began to play her Lute. Making sure not to miss a single note of what she was doing. It wasn't as intimidating as the other crowds but she just felt like she was in a not so great place. Even so she still kept playing keeping focus on her lute, Hardly looking up. She thought to herself "Just focus on the lute me. That way you can't be intimidated by them."
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[Soviet Panda]

As the lute began playing, he couldn't help but think it out of place. The song didn't sound like it belonged in a tavern, it was far to soft and the song just a tad to slow. A dulcimer, or a fiddle, with a faster paced song, he wouldn't have noticed. But the lute that was being played in the corner of the tavern? It oddly enough stuck out to him.

And his knightly neighbor was also acting rather strange. He didn't know much about knights, but he was fairly certain that they weren't supposed to drink unless they had to. He had to figure it out. And the best way to do that, was to ask. "Why do you drink so quickly?" he asked the knight, keeping his voice low so it didn't boom across the whole tavern. But still, it sounded like someone had put bees in a jar, large bees.

 

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Soviet Panda
Sturm set the mug down on the table swiftly, some of the ale sloshing over onto his hand. He turned to the minotaur with a surprised expression on his face, minotaurs didn't usually speak to those of another race. Sturm then spoke. "I drink today to settle nerves and forget the past." He said in a guarded tone. Then his expression softened and he asked a question. "What brings you here? I haven't seen any of your kinsmen near this tavern."

 

[Axeykins]

Austere sat leaning one elbow against the table, head rested on his hand. Utterly bored out of his mind. This was the first time he had attended a meeting such as this. Dull, dry, far too much talking. Coupled with tight formal clothes that hugged his figure and made him look so minuscule it made him want carve out his other eye. He barely knew of these old stuffy rulers or the lands they hailed from. Not that he entirely cared to anyway. He was here to stake out the competition maybe strike a few deals simply for the benefits. If there was ever one he could find that was interesting enough. Several dukes and lords had approached but he had turned them down as respectfully as he could. Fools that thought they could be near worthy enough for his attention. He despised dealing with so much fluff and incompetence. All of it, the entire room stank if it. Made his thin face contort to a nasty scowl.
His eye traveled around the table. Memorizing the details of each of the high ranking as best as he could, observing their behavior. How they interacted with each other, possible strengths and weaknesses. Hoping to gather some form of intelligence or remember something from one of the hundreds or reports he'd glazed over.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"That's because my kinsmen are not here." Buras said, giving the knight the reason why he was alone. "I came here because I want a meal I do not have to catch, and one large enough to fill even my kind. There is no better reason then that, no?" It was around that time that his meal arrived. It was a large one, and of good quality. Certainly extra effort was put into it for the minotaur that had payed five gold for it. Five gold, in a place like the Trappers Tavern, a place that sees mostly silver and copper, has seen five gold in a single day. Plus, it wouldn't have been good for the tavern if the minotaur thought you had stiffed him.
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Soviet Panda
Sturm nodded and seemed to relax considerably. "Well met, stranger." He said. "What name should I call you by, if I may ask?" He then asked, turning in his stool to face Buras. Sturm had also noticed the lute playing in the background. Its melody seemed far more suited for that of a royal court, which he was accustomed to, since he was a knight.
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Bakuyoshi
After Buras spoke, Sturm stood and respectfully excused himself. He strode over to where the girl playing the lute stood, and tossed a silver coin on the ground next to the player. "You're good, girl. You should speak to some lord about playing in his court. I'm sure he would oblige if you show him your talent."
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Axeykins
Camden turned to Austere, who sat a few seats away from him at the table and spoke. "You have recently attained dukedom, have you not? I have not seen you at any of these meetings so far. I welcome you to this round table, and offer my friendship." Camden said this in a very cold tone, it seemed very obvious he really meant nothing by what he said, other than to follow proper etiquette. Camden looked disdainfully at Austere's scarred visage, and upon looking at Camden it was easy to see that Camden did not dabble in war, for he was rather slim and unmarked.