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Chapters

Chapter 1: Crossroads
Chapter 2:Travels & Tribulations (1 week time lapse from prior chapter.)


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C h a p t e r 1 : C R O S S R O A D S

Anyone who obtained some relevance within the realm knew of the cataclysmic event that would unfold…The Summit at Capena: A group of rebels broken off from the pitiful Ugravaria army has once again attacked Argon supply lines along the border. Yesterday , in a strong statement, the Prince-Elect condemned the attack on Argon calling it "state-sponsored banditry." The Emperor, in his infinite wisdom, has called for a summit with Urgavaria to address these attacks at the neutral site of Capena, a town located in the neutral borderlands. Leading the negotiations for Argon will be the Prince-Elect and the Ministry of War along with several members of the Consulate… Capena is located within the Neutral Zone, and is arguably its capital. It’s temperate plains climate, along with the mountains in view, this town is a hidden gem amongst the two Empires. Home to the villas of the aristocracy who escape the frigid winters North, and a place of superb economic opportunities.​

The Emperor

Helias Argon stood with all his excellence within his bedchambers, flocked by maids finishing his dressing. His ghostly white hair was gently brushed out, draping over his cloak fastenings. His outfit was garnered in black and red, the colors of the Argonian Empire, minus the glittering golden crown upon his head… His wife, Empress Alise, watched from afar the hens flocking her husband. “You know dear, you cannot let your mind wander…. You must be as sharp as a vipers fang. If it gets intolerable, let Callum take care of the pleasantries.” The Emperor merely grunted his acknowledgment, waving his hands to indicate for the maidens to vacant. The women scurried from the room, not wishing to displease their ruler by overdoing their stay…. “I have faith in the boy, he’s taken after myself I fear... “ Helias said in a softer tone, one only heard by his wife. “Well if that truly is the case, then the insurance of our family name shall remain intact…” The Empress said, finishing off the last knot within her everflowing braids…


The Prince

Stretching as the morning greeted him, Callum groaned as he rolled himself over in bed. Hitting the body of his partner from the night before, the events the two shared within a drunken haze washed over him. Tapping the elven man gently in attempts to stir him, he whispered. “You need to wake before my escort arrives. I can’t have you seen by them.” The elf stirred, though sleep was still apparent upon his face. “Get up!” The Prince said pointedly, pushing the man from the bed in a final ditch effort. The THUD was audible from the lower floors of the inn, but no guards paid mind. “Alright, I’m up! Gods sake!” Callum couldn’t help but chuckle, leaping from the bed himself as he interlocked his arms around his partner’s chest. “Good. Now get dressed and leave from the window. Also, don't mention you slept with a prince. It’d be a shame to have to send the Coated Men to fish you from your miserable riverside home and remove your tongue…”

With a sly smirk, he released the man from his grasp. Making his way across the room to the window looking over the street, he quickly unfastened its hinges to allow the morning dew to seep in. Looking down, he noticed two of his personal guards on duty, which didn’t surprise him. Turning back to the man, who was at this point dressed sufficiently, he shrugged. “There are two guards below… I suggest you take a leap of faith to the pavement and start running my boy…” Quickly moving aside from the window, the elf leaped from the inn room onto the streets, staring back at the two armored guards. Without thought, the man broke off in a sprint, not turning a head back to see if he was being chased… Callum peaked from his window again, the two guards were in the same position, staring up at him with blase expressions. “Let me live a little. I had good fun.” The Prince said with defeat, before shutting his windows once more…


The Council of Elders

The trio sat within the confinements of their carriage, the rocking of the road an accustomed annoyance at this point. Jafar sat silently in one corner, scribbling down notes in a journal as his tail flicked with every bump hit. Even though the matters of the Summit weren't economic in nature, his presence was valued. Across from him sat the brooding General Maximillus, watching the Kalid out of boredom. Jafar’s golden eyes glanced upward, spotting the scarred orc’s face staring upon him. “I’d prefer if you don’t stare.” Max sighed, “Then enlighten me what else am I to do?” Looking down at his page, he kept writing as he spoke. “You can’t bash skulls in at the moment, which I understand is a hard feat for you not to do. Why don’t you read? Maybe prepare for the Summit like the rest of us?” Just as Max was to reply, the haughtily Ygritte stepped in. “Boys hush. I’m tired of your bickering. It’s been three days trapped in this box with you, and all you do is argue about things that don’t matter in retrospect. If this last hour could be silent, I may not actually hang myself before the Summit.” Giving the two a sardonic smile as she finished, silence returned to the carriage…

 

[JustNicole]

Minister Kailyn Genlen, Ministry of War, Lady High Commander, Shield of Argon & Sword of the Emperor

The early morning sun peeked over the horizon, sunlight streaking into the conference room. Even as the birds began to cry their first chirps of the morning, work for the day had already begun. Presently, Kailyn, sitting at the end of the table, was wrapping up a meeting with the leadership of Capena. While Capena might still remain officially neutral on paper, it was more of a formality than anything. Capena had been in the pocket of Argon for a long time both through shared economic interests and security.

Capena's location in the Neutral Zone was a tenuous one. Closer to the UA border than the Argon border, Capena had long been fearful of UA expansion into the Neutral Zone. As much as Capena distrusted Argon and her military, Argon was formally committed to ensuring Capena independence. Unofficially, the story was much different.

"I assure you, Mister Mayor, that we have no ulterior motives," Kailyn assured the large, grey orc who paced across the far side of the room.

"Minister Genlen," the orc replied with a heavy tone, "you can't honestly expect me to believe that you're acting in Capena's best interests when you've invited those leeching snakes from the Council of Elders here without consulting me first!"

"I can, and I do. I assure you, Argon has no interest in seeing Capena fall into UA hands." This was, of course, a partial truth. Argon had no interests in seeing Capena in UA hands, that was true. However, that was only because Argon was committed to seeing Capena flying the royal banner of Argon before the summit's conclusion. The Emperor and the Ministers were in agreement: Capena was a crucial outlet for Argon foreign interests and investments; It was a town they could not afford to lose. The entire pretext for the summit was to formerly demand Capena's annexation by Argon as reparations for the UA rebel attacks on Argon supply lines.

"I'm not sure I believe you, Minister, but I'll concede I have no say in this matter."

"No, you don't," Kailyn stated cooly.

There was a knock at the door, and a young elfish woman peeked her head through the crack to say, "Minister, you asked to be notified when Haryk was ready for you." She then dipped her head back through the crack and shut the door once more. Rising to her feet, Kailyn formally thanked the Mayor for speaking with her before departing the room to head to her meeting with Haryk.

Walking down the lodge's hall, Kailyn returned to her room. Normally, there might a few guards posted at the door, but inside the room was one of the most dangerous men in the world, and one that just happened to be Kailyn's lover. She had no doubts that no matter the hedonistic acts the two of them were engaged in at any given time, Haryk would be more than capable than dealing with any would be assassins.

Inside the room, she found Haryk, half-dressed with pants and no shirt, at the room's wooden table in one of the chairs, leaning back against the wall. Not that she was complaining that he was half-dressed, mind you. With that muscular, tight body, Haryk's chest was certainly easy on the eyes. She loved to rub her hands all over it, as if possessively claiming the chest and man as her own with her palms.

She stopped in her place, hands on her hips, when she saw what was on the table. On the table was a fine glass vase with a dozen roses inside, a new arrival to the room that had not been there this morning when Kailyn left her chambers. "Really, Haryk, roses?" Kailyn chided the man. "If you're not careful, someone might accuse you of becoming a romantic."

 

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Director Haryk Stone

Location: Hogs Head Inn| Interacting with: Kailyn| Mentions: JustNicole [U

Haryk had felt Kailyn retreat the bed earlier in the morning, most likely for the meeting she had previously mentioned the evening before. But now as he ran his hand over her side of the bed, the cold linen alerted him he’d fallen back asleep. With a groan of age, he lurched himself from the bed, making his way into the small room attached to the inn’s suite with a sink, tub, and mirror….


After a short time, he was shaved and his hair slicked back to its usual appearance. Running a worn hand over his chin, careful as he felt every scar not to irritate them…. A knock at the door disrupted his thoughts, as a child’s voice followed. “Sir? My mother sent me with the flowers and breakfast you requested? She’s the owner of the inn.” Haryk sighed, “Yes yes I know, make haste boy.” The door to the hall creaked open, and light footsteps followed. Emerging from the bathroom with only his uniform pants on, he studied the young Kalid boy. His fur was bright amber, paired with emerald green eyes. “As requested; two orders of eggs and bread, as well as the roses. They’re picked fresh from the fields!” Taking amusement in the young child, he nodded. “Correct. I appreciate it lad…” The boy flicked his tail with excitement, looking at the opposing elf-orc man with awe. Then, the look shot to distrust, as the boy noticed the light gold trim on his black pants. “Have a nice day Sir…” The boy muttered, before scurrying from the suite….


Not much time had passed after the encounter that another arrival occurred. This time, he was seated at the table reading a novel chronicling the Argon reign. Finishing up a slice of bread, he didn’t need to look up from his page to know who entered the room. "If you're not careful, someone might accuse you of becoming a romantic." Haryk shrugged, “Are you making accusations?” His titanium-colored eyes glanced up from the novel to lock into Kailyn’s, softening his deadlier stare to his lover. “I thought the room was missing color…”


Rising from his seat, he made his way to a nearby chair that was decorated in the top half of his uniform. Sliding on his undershirt, he spoke. “How did your meeting go?”

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erith merca, scythe


mood: Frustrated ✦ location: Her home in Capena, the town square ✦ interaction: None ✦ outfit: ♕
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Erith leaned down before quickly straightening up and hurling her scythe up into the air, the curved blade slicing through the stale air as it performed several arcs before landing in the palm of her hand. The double-sided crimson scythe was a favorite of hers, and paired nicely with the black and red she had chosen to broadcast her allegiance to Argon.
Her mulberry cape trailed behind her, ruffling the too-green grass. Striding up into her villa, she swung the door shut and fiercely stormed up to her private chamber. On her counter sat a myriad of products and she swiped them aside, skillfully vaulting herself up onto the counter. It was a habit that she had developed in her childhood when she was too short to see herself, and a small piece of her refused to let it go. She turned from side to side, carefully examining herself. The summit was to occur soon, and Erith wanted to look presentable. She was sure chaos would unfold, and was determined to see it. Her status would presumably get her in as some of the people of Argon saw her as a mouthpiece; She was once common and had to work her way up to her platform. Glaring at her reflection in the mirror, Erith lapsed backwards off the counter and adjusted her headpiece.
Though what went down at the summit was up to chance, Erith had no doubts that the Argonian politicians would see Capena as theirs by the end of the day. Her choice of allegiance had been one of her best, and she stood proud knowing she was backed up by the Argon empire. A bubble of anger rose in her chest as she noticed the scar racing down her back. Though she had seen it daily for years, the memory still rose unwanted remnants of her pain and fury after the near fatal mishap. Glancing over at the time, she realized that the day was only just beginning and the summit likely wouldn't start till later. She headed out the the center of the bustling town and began her newest routine, quickly drawing a crowd.

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[JustNicole]

Minister Kailyn Genlen, Ministry of War

Location: Hogs Head Inn | Interacting with: Haryk | Mentions: JustNicole

Walking up behind her lover, Kailyn reached her arms underneath his, grabbing the muscles of his chest through the undershirt. Haryk was certainly a hot hunk of meat. "You know," she whispered in his ear, "it's a shame the summit is so soon. I wouldn't mind doing a recreation of last night again." Breathing in his deep, husky aroma from his neck with her nose, she certainly wanted to go a few more rounds again right then and there. There was, as she said, work to be done though, and work waited for no person.

Taking a step back, Kailyn moved her arms out from underneath his before grabbing the uniform from the chair. Haryk's appearance today was a reflection of herself. It would be the first time that the Council of Elders meet the Minister in person, not to mention the fact that the Prince and Consulate members would be in attendance as well. "You'd best get this on correct," she commanded Haryk as she handed him the uniform.

"The meeting as predicted," Kailyn stated, answering Haryk's original question. Sitting herself at the chair Haryk had been sitting at earlier, she absent-mindedly examined the novel he was reading while she continued speaking, "If the mayor wasn't suspicious of Argon's intentions before, he certainly is now. I shouldn't be surprised if he is on his way as we speak to meet with the Prince directly. Hopefully, that early morning surprise will set the prince off-balance before the summit starts." Strictly speaking, the mayor wasn't important in the grand scheme of things, but it gave Kailyn a certain amount of pleasure and satisfaction to imagine the Prince having to deal with that headache. It was no different than when the Prince had played such tricks on her as a child. She was simply returning the favor.

"As for the summit today, I'm expecting it will go poorly, much to our benefit," Kailyn said, emphasizing the joined connection between Haryk and herself. "Remember, the Prince needs to learn and understand the value that we bring to the table. If he thinks that he and his Consulate will simply be able to talk UA into giving up their claims, he will find himself sorely mistaken. I trust you've seen fit to ensure that our mutual friend is ready?"

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Director Haryk Stone

Location: Hogs Head Inn| Interacting with: Kailyn| Mentions: JustNicole [U

Haryk paused as Kailyn sauntered towards him, no hesitation when engulfing herself with him. Leaning his head gently against her snow-white hair as she nuzzled herself upon his shoulder, he spoke in a low rumble. “Are you sure you’re up for the task?..”

Taking the rest of his uniform in hand as she separated from him, he began to slide on his black leather holsters around his shoulders, containing a pair of twin flint-lock pistols. Once complete, he quickly slid on his gold ascot, tieing it in rote fashion. The final piece to the uniform, his signature NRI trench coat; black with gold trim. Taking a seat in the chair, he reached for his black leather boots as Kailyn begin to speak…

“The Prince’s competence isn’t as high as many perceive dear… His lucrative evenings will catch up with him. If worse comes to worst, the NRI can raise the issue with the Emperor about the bloodline. Our interests are long term. If things here do not go as expected, it won't set back our other plans. I have my men patrolling the streets for the course of the day and are to bring any suspicious folk here for my disposal.” Tapping his inner breast pocket lightly, he continued. “As for our friend... They’re at the ready. They’ll be rendezvousing them at arrival, which in turn the NRI will alert myself.” Sighing as he finished his left boot, he moved on to the right. “ But for the most part, security will be provided by the Royal Guard as well as the local outpost here in Capena, in which I’ve already instructed. So to be fair, I think I’ve got it correct.” The last part was a jest back at his lover from earlier, and with that, he finished buckling his boot…

Making his way behind Kailyn, he gently leaned against her chair as he glanced over her shoulder. “It’s pointless to read frankly, but I brought nothing else. You’re my entertainment to be fair since I do grow bored often….” Pulling her from the chair with gentle force, he quickly gave her a kiss on the neck, before putting her back down on the floor upright.

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[ShadowBroker]

Location: Capena
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Mentions: The Boot.

The burden of his cargo resting in a meager wooden-backpack was only tolerable for the Ymir, knowing well each step forward was a step closer to his destination. It was, though, the massive sledgehammer he used to gain leverage and stay in course, the only thing that kept him from falling for a quick nap. His pipe rested on his lips as the steam continued to flow and his free hand maneuvered it in and out from his mouth so he could breath in. His loose leather clothes attached by rope and pieces of fabric, all gave away the unfortunate adventurer's state. Dirt and mud covered great part of the armor underneath, he had long since taken care for - without a purpose to keep it in its finest, the cover of mundane ground allowed him to mingle whenever he lay low at the road.

He stopped a moment only to feel something odd down there, his gear was feeling off from it usual. He lowered his sight to find his left boot finally lost the sole and it's interest to remain attached on its own. He raised his right eye brown as he stared at it, trying to intimidate it into submission, "Hmm..." but the stubborn boot did not move or ran away scared as he expected it to do, or most miraculously of his delusions to put itself back together by art of magic alone. He sighed as he found his way down dropping his weapon to a side, his backpack shaking as his massive body descended and attempted to remove it all together as he finally threw the cursed boot away, "A new pair of boots." - he said to himself with his feet free and struggling to keep the pipe within his lips, as if he was making the shop list on his way to Capena.

The trade was as usual poor in his area, though very few dwelt in herbs from the cold mountain and the steppe. Not everyone would need such herbs or believe in the promising words of Ymir and his helpful 'potions' without considering there could be a 'backfire' effect. However bar and townsmen would find uses for a few of the plants as they add flavor to some sore foods. Beyond that, the rest of the resources he carried with him would only be sold to those troubadours that would take it again further away from the city. Very few times he had the honor and prestige to deliver the right item to save a dying soul from sickness or aid a wanderer from injuries. Such were the times he felt truly useful and with a sense of purpose... or maybe it just felt like atonement for past mistakes.

Ymir looked further away in the distance again as he impaled the pommel of the hammer down back to the ground, his gaze finding the bright city of Capena close by, crossing the tops of the trees, placing itself before the mountains ahead. He looked away with a strange feeling of nostalgic as he began, "Miles and miles away, in our dynasty hopes are breaking. Conquering fortune and fame..." and he stepped further on, leaving his pipe back to his pocket, throwing the burned herbs away to the ground as he made his journey and continued singing, "Mother is calling out for you. She will guide you, keep you safe, in foreign lands..."

The road ahead seemed safe to walk without worrying the ambushes of raiders and marauders, the sun was bright as ever, its warm wings crossing the entire sky, only a few jealous clouds attempting to cover its mighty aid... But the life of Ymir 'The Giant' would forever change in a way he would hardly manage to describe... or simply explain. All would be discovered as Ymir reached the town and began to set up his humble shop.

 

[JustNicole]

Minister Kailyn Genlen, Ministry of War

Location: Hogs Head Inn | Interacting with: Haryk | Mentions: JustNicole

Slap! Kailyn had returned the kiss that Haryk had sprung on her, but as soon as she was set down, she gave him a light, but firm slap across the cheek of his chiseled face. "You know my rules on mixing business with pleasure," Kailyn playfully scolded the man. She knew that the rebuke was kindling his passions as much as it was hers; something they'd be sure to act on that evening.

"Perhaps I need to remind you", Kailyn began, "that I am the one who-"

Whatever conversation that would be had next was interrupted by a thumping at the door. "Minister Kailyn, we're ready for you," the gruff voice replied from the other side of the door. That voice belonged to one of the Royal Guard members, no doubt here to escort her and Haryk to the gathering location for the summit.

"It seems that duty calls at last," Kailyn remarked dryly to Haryk. "Remember," turning to face Haryk with some seriousness in her eyes, "you are a reflection of me at this summit, and I take my image seriously. Is that clear?" When it was clear that Haryk understood her message, she continued, "Shall we proceed?" she asked him, beckoning him to move towards the closed door.

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Director Haryk Stone

Location: Hogs Head Inn| Interacting with: Kailyn| Mentions: JustNicole [U

Haryk felt the light sting of the slap, though it didn’t cause him to jump or yelp in pain. Hell, there wouldn’t be a bruise either. Simpering, he jested. “Leave the fighting to me Minister, you’d get us all killed.” Raising a curious eyebrow as she continued, though the interruption of the rapping of the door made his muscles tense instinctively.

Royal Guard.

Shifting his mentality into his work mentality, his physique instantly altered. His posture shot robotically straight, his neck tensed, and his titanium eyes inherited a glare that could cut steel. Turning to his partner, his eyes held their icy stare. “Well I’m glad we’re on the same page...”

The two were surrounded in a diamond-like formation of four Royal Guards; one in the lead, two on either side, and one bringing the rear. Haryk let his hands rest in his coat pockets, fiddling with a coin to keep his mins from wandering. Allowing his deadly stare to survey the surrounding streets, he watched as the mixture of citizens flock to get a glance at the two Argonian officials.

One of great prestige, a minister known for her deadly, but descisive descions. The other a dark and shrouded man, his role unknown but his presence frightening...

“According to my knowledge, we have a hour to pass until our presence is required at the Summit.” Glancing briefly at the rooftops of the buildings, he spotted a familiar crow peaking behind a chimney. A short, but unique whistle followed, before the bird dissaprared from his watchful eye. “The Council should be arriving within 40 minutes according to our friend... So Minister, what do you wish to do?”

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[SkyHawk MK III]

S'oard Sararabbi

The Kalid woke up to a semi-dark room, light managing to find it's way through the small cracks in the windows and into his eyes, prompting him to return a disgruntled huff at the light. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes from sleep, So'ard slowly traveled down the stairs from his room and entered the workshop itself; A somewhat mediocre room, though will equipped with all of the necessary equipment a blacksmith would need, it was still able for someone as large as the Kalid to move around with ease. The anvil was the center piece of the room, as if it was a piece of art on stand though showing signs of wear and tear after years of use. The forge was snug against the far wall of the room but within a short reach of the anvil itself, allowing the user to simply twist around and take a few step forwards to work with the hot metal, with the fire long put out for the night. This was accompanied by a large counter running adjacent of the forge, which contained pieces of metal, tools as well as customers tools and weapons which were either completed or needed to be completed.

Reminding himself about obtaining more coal for the forge, S'oard walked on through into a small room which housed a table, counter; forming a horseshoe design as well as shelves to store basic cultery and some food. Moving around the smallish room, it was obvious it wasn't made for a Kalid to easily access the area, though S'oard had little difficulty getting what he needed for today's breakfast; an assortment of bread, nuts and a small portion of cheese which he had managed to save for the past few days. A simple meal which need little effort to make together, though a today was the time for S'oard to leave and shop for food as well as handing over completed tools and weapons to their respected requesters. Eyeing the small array of books, filled with requests and those who requested them, the Kalid stood up after his meal and opened a small red bound, book to reveal a list of the names for those who were to collect their items today. Reading the book till it's ending, he twisted around and entered his way back towards the workshop, stopping short of the door and grabbing a cloak, clipping the cloth together and finally pulling the hood over his head.

Stepping out onto the streets of the bustling city, he noticed a somewhat large crowd gather just a good few feet away, seeing the two eleven officials, he sneered muttering to himself "Pointy eared fuckwits" before continuing in the opposite direction to gather supplies for tomorrow as well as for the forge. He was used to the odd looks and hateful glares to those who were higher up the chain of society but he paid no mind, a quick out and back in trip. Getting to the shops was uneventful as always, though a bit of a friendly banter between himself and the shopkeeper was always a pleasurable part of the trip. Parting his way with the shop and saying farewells, he noticed the elves once again, with their pride all laid out on their selves, strolling past.

 

[Elm]

Zachary Aines
Tagged: N/A| Location: Zachary's Home/Shop --> Outside​

As per usual, Zachary had been up early setting up shop as he did every day. He had awoken from an all too familiar searing pain in his back from where his coal black wings used to be -now reduced to nothing but horrendous scars on his skin. Because his home rested above the shop, it took him little time to get everything ready before he normally opened; of course this being after he put himself together as well.

The shop itself was interesting as it didn't stick to one specific category. He would take in specific orders to make someone what they needed if they couldn't find it in the shop; having learned these skills over his years of travel. Inside the shop itself there were pieces of armor, swords, daggers, books, a select few magic items (whether they were infused or a separate object altogether) amulets, leather goods, etc -all having been collected during his travels. After his fathers disappearance years ago after arriving at Argon, Zachary was left with their caravan full of different things collected from all over the world (or at least he would like to believe they traveled that vastly). Instead of keeping them, he decided to sell them, not seeing a use for them himself plus he could make some money off the people that did. The only thing Zachary would never put on for sale was the dagger he kept at his side at all times.

It was an odd looking thing -the dagger being curved at the top in resemblance to what a scythe looked like yet it was clearly too small to be stated as such. That plus the odd purple tint throughout the metal and jewel embedded at the hilt. When Zachary found said object, he hadn't known it was an artifact let alone that he had an affinity for magic; so upon coming into contact with it, researching what it was and what it could do, of course he decided to keep it. Plus it was always good to have something to defend yourself with~

Once the shop was set up, Zachary disappeared back upstairs, put on a clean pair of clothes after freshening up some and walked right back downstairs into the shop only to walk out the door. He needed to pick up some food with the small amount of money he allotted himself and was heading towards the market area when he spotted the higher up officials and the crowd of citizens nearby. Sure he was curious as to what exactly they were doing -let alone planning- but the twenty-one year old decided to keep to himself for the time being; tossing a single coin in the air over and over as he continued on his way.

 

[JustNicole]

Minister Kailyn Genlen, Ministry of War

Location: Capena Merchant Market | Interacting with: Haryk, Ymir | Mentions: JustNicole ShadowBroker Elm SkyHawk MK III dazzling

Capena was an ebb and flow of travelers, visitors, and merchants, and the day of the summit was no exception. It was all so dull. There were people here simply living their lives with no idea or understand about the ways of the world nor interest in it. She looked at random faces of those around in the crowd: the sneers and utterances of others such a Kalid, a disinterested human boy, a human woman performing scythe tricks, and more. Like cattle, these people required a firm, guiding hand to push them forward, someone who had their best interests at heart, even if they did not know that. Kailyn could never understand these people for she could never understand willful ignorance.

Ignorance was the death of all things. What you did not know would indeed kill you. The only way to combat ignorance was with knowledge, and knowledge was power, true power, the power of life. For with the right knowledge, you could unlock the secrets of the universe itself. As much as philosophers spoke of life and death, they had missed the true conclusion: life and death were simply the masks of knowledge and ignorance.

Looking about the cattle, Kailyn knew there was opportunities for knowledge everywhere. "I would like to look around," Kailyn commented to Haryk as the guards in front of her navigated the crowd. Haryk, of course, would follow her lead, unless there was some pressing business that arose. She briefly considered watching the sycthe performer, but it simply wasn't something that suited Kailyn's tastes. However, it didn't take long for Kailyn to spot something interesting. On the side of the plaza against a stone wall was an orc with a simplistic shop. It wasn't the shop that caught her attention, but tattooed orc merchant and the pipe in his mouth. A quick word to the guards, and they navigated their way there.

"Orc," One of the Royal Guards hailed the brute when they arrived. "bow before the presence of Minister Genlen, Ministry of War, Lady High Commander, Shield of Argon & Sword of the Emperor! Take heed when speaking that you do not offend the Emperor's own." The Royal Guard waited for the orc to bow and then stepped to the side to allow Kailyn and Haryk to speak with the merchant directly.

Kailyn shook her head slightly at the absurdity of the Royal Guard's introduction. It was, she had been told, a long standing traditional greeting of the Royal Guard. Of course, Kailyn's normal Royal Guard escort knew better than to do such a tradition while with her, but as her normal escort was back in Essos, she would have to put up with this tradition until then.

Looking down at grey, heavy orc, Kailyn spoke in a polite, diplomatic tone, "I see, merchant, that you are a herbalist by trade. I must confess I am not familiar with the herbs of this region. Could you do me the honor of telling me more about the herbs you have available here?" Kailyn asked, gesturing at the various products on display on the simplistic wooden table. "I'm particularly interested in more information on whatever you are smoking in that pipe."

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[ShadowBroker]

Location: Capena, Merchant Market.
Tag: ReverseTex JustNicole
Mentions: Kailyn and Haryk

Ymir smiled widely as he heard the joy of the children and the market open publicly to the crowd, for it meant it was time for him to make his trade. He could not afford a permanent position, not a shop counter where to set his inventory. A few crates of wood would take the honor instead to show off the variant of herbs and potions without names or specification, the orc would explain each one of them to anyone curious enough to stop, but his true trade began when the usual buyers stopped by.

It was unusual, if not remotely strange for him to encounter the royalty among the customers. So as the royal guards began to make their march towards his store, even if the creatures seemed equal to him in presence when in comparison, he felt uneasy at first. His hammer rested on the ground, hidden behind the wooden boxes as he intended not to intimidate the buyers. Ignorant to the possible changes of the law in his absence, maybe they now had laws for those who had no shoes on, he stood quietly as he acknowledge their arrival.

The introduction he did not forget, oh no - he could not forget. He removed his pipe from his mouth as he bowed, closing his eyes with grace as he faced.... in short, the minister of war, Genlen. An elf, it seemed.

"Your grace..." -he began saying, considering that was appropriated as he showed her the pipe, - "Within this pipe rest a rare herb that grows in the steppe that helps to calm the nerves and ease the mind."- he would rest the pipe aside as he brought a leather dirty pouch decently filled with it, "Either one can chew it and ensure not to lose balance when climbing mountains or excessive training that ends in physical fatigue, or smoke to endure- tedious conversation."- he smiled once again as his left hand moved around explaining the functions alongside his own words.

As a pause began to be evident and he thought his trade could benefit her more in other ways, he began to go through his inventory that was displayed before her, "Also- I have this potion, mingled it with an egg and shaken it enough until the liquid turns white. It will ensure your forever lasting fortitude. The taste is barely tolerable, but if indulged with a healthy breakfast there shall be no illness capable to corrupt your essence. Or..."-he continued searching among his herbs, taking care of his beard with his free hand such as an philosopher or an scholar taking pride of his knowledge with the plants before him, "-If you indulge this herb in water it will turn it into a potion of love. However I found out it only works with sober people, for it needs purity-" -he spoke gregariously as he tapped his stomach, "-or otherwise the result will be rather unpleasant. Poor into hot water and there will be no male capable to-" he stopped in mid phrase, considering the words carefully, "-look away from your divine face, your grace."

Ymir attempted to secure his life rather than a selling if anything, though the words and codes he had to imply would be far different from the ones he usually exchange with the common folk. Since he had to ensure trust with the buyers of the promises of his herbs, but he was definitely unsure if someone like the Minister of War could find any use for what he had beside of bandages and healing herbs. He returned the pipe back to his original place as he smoked away his worries.

 

[dazzling]

erith merca, scythe


mood: Slightly more frustrated ✦ location: Capena's Merchant Market ✦ interaction: Zachary Aines ✦ outfit: ♕
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As her scythe flew through the air, Erith realized with an inner groan that she tossed it too far to the left. Lunging to the left and channeling a her magic, she tried to shift it to her hand but the momentum it had only caused it to fall faster. It landed with a metallic clatter a foot from where she stood, and Erith stared as one of the smaller blades that accented the main blade of her scythe snapped off, the pointed knife spinning over the cobblestones. Gracefully turning back to the crowd, she shot an apologetic yet charming smile to the dispersing crowd before scurrying over and picking up the loose shard.
She tucked it into her palm, slinging the scythe over her shoulder and searching for someone who could reattach the piece. I thought I saw a blacksmith here before... She allowed a small but cold smile as she spotted the small shop that she had noticed on one of her previous trips through the market. Glancing to her side as she walked towards the door, she was slammed backwards as she crashed into someone. Elegantly standing back up, she smiled sweetly at the merchant. "My apologies, sir." She said pleasantly, holding out her hand. "Are you the blacksmith? I'm afraid I need help with my scythe."

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[Elm]

Zachary Aines
Tagged: dazzling | Location: Merchant Market | Interacting with: Erith Merca
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In the end, Zachary bought a couple apples, some meat and potatoes that he would cook up later tonight for dinner. Just as he took a bite out of one of the apples, he crashed into someone -or rather the other crashed into him. Now, of all people to crash into, Zachary definitely hadn't expected to crash into someone wearing such scantily clad clothing; especially at this time of day. Needless to say, it was an odd way to start his morning.

"Hm? Oh, it's alright," he said after swallowing his bite of apple in response to her apology; unable to take her extended hand as his were currently full. Which then prompted a rather small and awkward smile from him before clearing his throat. "Blacksmith? I'm more of a craftsman and shopkeeper if anything. My apologies. If you're looking for a blacksmith, there should be one further down to the right. The only thing I can really offer you would be some ores and metals that could potentially reimburse the durability metal to not break so easily."

Zachary knew how to make small daggers and repairs for weapons, so it wasn't that he was unable to help the woman; however he had never worked on a scythe before. Because of that, he didn't want to risk damaging the weapon as a whole in an attempt to repair it. So why not leave it to the professionals? Truthfully he would have liked to have this woman as a customer as any business was better than no business and no money. Sure it was greedy, but he had to make a living in this world somehow and he was damn sure not about to go back to his earlier days of living in the slums.

 

[ReverseTex]

Director Haryk Stone

Location: Hogs Head Inn| Interacting with: Kailyn| Mentions: JustNicole ShadowBroker

One thing he hadn’t grown used to with having a female companion; the constant feeling of being dragged around. Looking around meant time to kill, which meant boredom would arise...

Haryk followed the guards and Kailyn without paying much mind until the forceful guard spoke. Locking his titanium eyes upon the orc subjugated to the will of the guards, his face lacked any detectable emotion. Kailyn hated the bureaucracy of introductions, her inquiring words not surprising him at all following the brash belittlement of the orc named Ymir...

Toning out the duration of Ymir’s words, knowing the value of a peddler’s words were next to no- Catching the tail end of the speech about beauty, his deadly stare ensnared the eyes of the orc. “I don’t trust troglodytes. Especially ones high on some witches remedy.” Scoffing at the orc in general, he continued. “Luck for you, the stupidity you provide Pigger amuses me...”

A sudden recognizable raven emerged from the crowd, his hat pulled down and collar popped up. Stepping out of the enclosure of the Royal Guard, leaving them to shelter his view from Kailyn and the orc. Tipping his head down to the human’s level, he listened. “Sir, we’ve got one. Dildrine. In custody now in the designated zone for the duration of our occupation in Capena. Would you like to attend to her now, or after the Summit?”

Sighing, he briefly glanced through a slim crack between the guards to Kailyn, then briefly pulling out his pocket watch for the time. “I wouldn’t have time... Have her roughed up by my arrival, I want her barely capable of a sentence. If I am slightly dissatisfied you know the consequences correct? Good. Alert the others of your findings, and I want eyes and ears on the Council when they arrive.” The man nodded, then disappeared within the crowds once more...

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[dazzling]

erith merca, scythe


mood: Curious ✦ location: Capena's Merchant Market ✦ interaction: Zachary Aines ✦ outfit: ♕
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"A craftsman?" Erith replied with a mischievous grin. "Ah, perfect." She looked around quickly before raising her hand to her neck and yanking a small silver chain down. The necklace laid over her hand, the silver chain glinting in the sun. A tiny clock charm dangled at the end, the copper catching the sun as it swung rhythmically. "This, you see," She said, edging closer to him so he could see the intricate works of the machinery. "Is something someone gifted to me quite a while ago. The only thing they specified is that it contains particularly useful information, but to me it appears to be a standard clock." Tucking it back into her palm, she returned her gaze to the craftsman. "Erith Merca, pleased to meet you."

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[RiverGamer]

Myrrine 'Mira' Indarra

Location: Anamir, Ugravaria (flashback), On route to Capena
Mentions: N/A

The day started out as normal, with waking up at 5am sharp for a morning walk, with training starting at 5:30am and her typical patrol would start at 6am.
However, today was not one that would be seen as typical. With the much anticipated Summit in the city of Capena, and tensions between Argon and Ugravaria slowly rising with the incident at the Argonian border, both nations' representatives would be bring what protection they could.
This meant Mira would not be patrolling the picturesque streets of sunny Anamir….
But trudging along the fields of the Neutral Lands wasn't what Mira was looking forward to. Nothing but fields of grass for miles...and no a single thing she could do to make the trip a bit more entertaining until she got to the area nearest to the Summit's location.
There she'd be posted outside the gates or a door or told to patrol a small patch. She wouldn't be able to wonder far thanks to Capena's quiet, but known fear towards the UA so she'd have to keep a low profile as to not stoke the flames.

*Ugh...the walking, the fields, Capena...I can't be arsed with this shit. If it weren't my sworn duty to do this I'd tell them all to fuck off. We're in shit too, but apparently the Neutral lands get a pass at being anti-social because of "issues" and Argon gets to quietly laugh at us for it. And we do fuck all about it! Whatever, not much I can do about it.
Still, I can dream...*

 

[SkyHawk MK III]

S'orad Sararabbi

The Kalid watched as the two elves made their way around the market, trudging over towards an Orc with a stall placed against the back wall. S'orad had never seen the orc before and presumed he was a travelling merchant. He felt sorry for the orc momentarily as he watched him bow before the female elf and started a conversation. Looking down at the supplies he already had, he had everything he really needed. Diverting his attention away from the group of royal guards and the two elves, the lady with the scythe had already departed, presuming her show had already ended. The Kalid was surprised that no one was injured or even killed by her performance, though it was no surprise that she had excellent throwing and catching skills to offset such grisly issues.

Continuing on from the stall, he had a gander at the other stalls out of interest, alas, it appeared that nothing new had arisen and it was only the standard items on display. Though the orc still intrigued him, as it was a rare sight to see even elves bother to engage in conversation with the lowest class of the city. After a while of walking around the market, S'orad started to head back towards his shop, needing to be quick as it would be open soon enough for customers to collect their tools.

Getting in, without any hitches, So'rad set down the coal near the forge and the rest of his supplies on the kitchen table. Wandering back into the workshop, he cleared the middle of the firepot, dumping away the old, charcoal, and filling it in with a new lump, ensuring that it was fully covered. Using a old technique of starting a fire, he lit the charcoal with the burning tinder nest and waited until it was burning. Taking the coal that he spread it around the charcoal and let it slowly start to burn, pressing repeatedly on the bellows to push air into the firepot, getting the heat up slowly and steady where possible. He took the time for a few minutes to gather the weapons and tools from underneath a bench and lay them out, separating them from one another, ready for collection.

 

[JustNicole]

Minister Kailyn Genlen, Ministry of War

Location: Capena Merchant Market | Interacting with: Haryk, Ymir | Mentions: JustNicole ShadowBroker

Kailyn listened to the orc's sales pitch with disappointment. She had been hoping that the herbalist would give her some real information, explaining the different qualities of the herbs he had in stock and their uses. Instead, he provided her with scientific mumbo-jumbo, the kind of hustling she had seen many, many times before in the markets of Essos. There wasn't anything that she was particularly interested in, although she would ensure that she bought something all the same. It was more for appearances than anything else.

Before she had a chance to respond, however, Haryk jumped into the conversation, casting some racial epithets towards the orc. Damn that man, Kailyn thought to herself. This is why she had emphasized to him that he represented her as well. Yet, he insults a merchant who has done nothing more than act sociable and friendly towards them. It was precisely the sort of thing that Kailyn had expressed to Haryk not to do.

There was something deeply ironic about a half orc bastard throwing racial epitaphs at another orc. Haryk thought himself better than his own half-race, simply on the basis of his half-elf blood. Haryk was better than this merchant, but neither his race nor his purity had anything to do with it. Fooling himself into thinking such things mattered only made him weak, like his father. Before Kailyn had a chance to shoot him her icy glare, Haryk left into the crowd, likely attending to some other business. If Haryk hoped that she would forget this incident, he would find himself sorely mistaken. She'd put Haryk in his place.

Most thought that, as Minister of War, Kailyn placed great pride in notions of social status and purity of one's race. After all, those were things that Argon prized greatly. Kailyn, though, had no usage for such fool hardy notions. They were simply tools for political mechanisms of Essos, factors which needed to be weighed and considered. In Kailyn's MOW, she placed a far greater emphasis on ability. She wanted people who were loyal, incorruptible, and skilled at what they do. It made little difference to her if that was an elf from one of the noble houses or this very orc merchant that stood in front of her.

Kailyn's line of thinking, she knew, wasn't unlike the principles held by Ugravaria. There was no love nor admiration for UA from her. She had seen the destruction of magic first hand. It was a dangerous, chaotic force barely controlled by those who wielded it. It needed stability and control, the kind of control that only Argon could provide. If not, it was only a matter of time until magic destroyed them all. There was no doubt in her mind that the Council and the Masquerade, the real driving hand behind UA, would sacrifice an entire country's population if it meant eternal power for them. That was the enemy, and it was why she would never be sympathetic to them.

"My apologies for my traveling companion's language," Kailyn addressed the merchant. "Alas, a half-orc himself, I'm afraid that he still holds onto a bitter self-hatred towards himself and his parents for that." Kailyn turned to the Royal Guard beside her and whispered to him. The Royal Guard produced from his belt a large sack which he dropped the counter. The clattering of gold coins could be heard inside.

"I would like to buy you out," Kailyn told the orc. "This should be more than enough for your entire stock, and you can consider the rest as an apology from my traveling companion for his actions." Kailyn looked the orc up and down, sizing the merchant up, before asking, "Do we have a deal?"

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[ShadowBroker]

Location: Capena, Merchant Market.
Tag: ReverseTex JustNicole
Mentions: Kailyn and Haryk.

The insults - the noise. Nothing affected Ymir more than the people that spoke only because they had breath in their body, numb to any reason. He despised them, the people whose words were spill without mercy capable to kill all conversation purposelessly. It is but the blank expression of his face that clarified that actual emotion that emerged within like his own soul taking shape, his Orc Blood and true nature calling for the drums of war. The voices of his ancestors that demanded retribution. But no- there was no purpose to cause a fight, what would he win if not a sword through out his back the first step forward he does? After all, being hotheaded was not his thing- acting out of impulse was something he continued to reject.

Even if such emotions boiled within him out of despise, he did not lose focus on the conversation undergoing in his store - most importantly his client. As the Minister of War Genlen offered her apologies for the recent mistreatment he just bow his head in acceptance... or just because out humility. "There is no harm-" he was about to continue explaining how little did it matter what words could do, the relevance between them and actions, and something about his status not being one of prestige enough to apologize to. Ymir was also going to add something that people do not see the potential on the herbs and the quality of those that reside near his residence. There were more words, all of them stuck within paragraphs in his minds. However the sack of gold that struck the counter ended up the conversation quickly.

He looked back at her as he took the pipe out of his mouth just for the right moment to notice she was looking at him strangely, but little did it matter for what she was paying. Ymir already began to fantasy - He was going to have those nice new pair of boots... hell he was going to get some new tools for the mining of coal in the mountain, maybe even some luxury and clean his dirty armor. Or a crossbow to hunt with precision within his region instead of setting up traps or better equipment to farm the steppe. The possibilities to expand his own merchant status or shop counter also appeared to him, to make the place more appealing. For now- he had to ensure the quality of the items he was about to sell... his mother would never allow him to sell out an unattended sword or unbalanced ax if it was blacksmith his trade.

"Your offer is most generous. I accept, your grace." - then he added as he took the bag to his leather belt and took a few out, "Allow me to fetch for ink and
papyrus, I can submit a few instructions on how to use each one and the quality and quantity for the recipes." he responded and allowed the pipe back to his mouth, "-Its the least I can do with my humble abilities."

 

[Elm]

Zachary Aines
Tagged: dazzling | Location: Merchant Market | Interacting with: Erith Merca​

Zachary was immediately put off by the others sudden grin, especially when she suddenly showed the necklace and moved closer towards him. Inspecting the small clock designed charm, he was honestly rather impressed with the small intricate details and would have loved to take a closer look at this. However- "That's great and all Erith, but is there a specific reason you're showing this to me?" he asked, raising a single brow in her direction. "Besides, didn't you just come over asking to fix your scythe? Why the sudden transition? Plus I am pretty sure you just damaged the chain with how you yanked it off your neck like that." Before he asked anymore questions, Zachary sighed and finally walked inside his shop.

"We may as well continue this conversation indoors -plus I need to put away this food before I start smelling like this raw meat," he mentioned as he walked behind the counter and placed his things there -temporarily. He would have gone upstairs to put things away properly, but he didn't trust this Erith girl to be alone with all of the things in his shop.

 

[ReverseTex]

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C h a p t e r 1 : C R O S S R O A D S

The Council of Elders

The rolling hills of Capena shortly had taken place of the dried grasslands that rested between the desert of their homeland. Jafar consumed most of the window space, looking outward to this foreign land. “I only know Capena for its economic prosperity, not for this…” The cat flicked his tail with excitement, whilst Ygritte couldn’t help an amused smile. “You know, we weren't supposed to be here..” Her smiling fading to her typical frown, “We were put here by our people. To defend Ugravaria as best as we can, and we shall. These people are snakes, boys, you haven’t a clue…”

The gates to Capena began to crackle open, the sound of a trumpet shortly followed to signal their arrival. Jafar leaped back, shocked by the abrupt presence of a horse beside the window, a pair of black boots and pants visible through the carriage window. “Welcome Council to the city of Capena! You are being led by the city guard to the City Hall where the Summit will be taken place. I am to escort the side of the carriage, as well as clear any confusions.” Max raised a brow at the chattiness of this escort but decided to not question.

No more than a few minutes passed until the sound of a collective line of trumpets began the royal fanfare. Ygritte rolled her eyes at this, flattening her dress to fix her appearance. Jafar began to tuck away his novels, and Max sat stoically still. An immense crowd slowly came into view as the escort slowed his horse to a trot, likely wishing to see the Council for the first time in a public appearance such as this. “Citizens of Capena! I have the formal honor to announce the arrival of the Council of Elders!” A shrill female voice echoed through the square, though the crowd roared louder. Suddenly, the doors to the carriage opened, a cool breeze swooping in the cabin. A man with a black trench coat stood at the entrance of the door, gloved hand extended to Ygritte. “I’m the escort from earlier, do not fret.” Slowly she took his hand, stepping out the carriage with elvish grace. Before there was time for her to step aside to allow her fellow Councilmen to follow, the man snatched her wrist, whispering from under his brimmed cap. “Argon has plans for Capena. Don’t let them take it…”



The Royal Family


Emperor Helias Argon stood in the center of his family atop the steps of the City Hall, carefully watching the carriage roll into the opening in the square. His wife stood regal to the left of him, her milky blonde braids gently waving in the wind. To the right, Prince Callum matched his mother in appearance, but his icy eyes kept a hawk’s eye upon the carriage. Encompassing the family, Kailyn stood beside the Empress, and Haryk remained beside the Prince. His uniform hat was pulled completely down, not wishing to jeopardize his identity amongst the masses…

The carriage doors began to open, the assigned escort rushing to them to assist the Council, helping the female first. Haryk’s eyes keenly watched this interaction, noticing the slightest pause of conversation between the two. It was something to notice as if you were looking for a hair upon the floor, you had to know what you were looking for… As the rest of the Council began to unload, a Kalid and Orcish man in figure escaped the cabin next, Prince Callum began the formal routine he often endured. Stepping from his place, he extended his arms up to the sky, before slowly bringing them down to parallel with the Council. Clearing his throat, his pristine voice echoed through the quieting crowd. “I am Prince Callum Argon, Heir to the Realm, Head of the Consulate, and Sword of Essos. I extend my father’s invitation of a Summit to the Council of Elders today in hopes of a compromise. The good people of Capena have hosted us graciously, and to that I sincerely thank you. May today echo as a beacon of hope to the Realm of Varerin that we can come together for the people!”

The crowd responded in an uproar, some with joy some with hate, as the Prince finished his grandeur and the Council began their trek up the flight of stairs. Councilwomen Ygritte led the triad, extending her hand to shake Prince Callum’s in formal fashion. The Kalid and Orc stood behind her, saving pleasantries for behind the doors of the meeting. The shadowed man adorned in black and gold took the helm, extending a hand to the opening doors of the City Hall. “I am to direct you all to the meeting room.”

 

[JustNicole]

Minister Kailyn Genlen, Ministry of War

Location: Capena Merchant Market -> Capena City Hall | Interacting with: Ymir | Mentions: ShadowBroker

Kailyn calmed the orc's frantic motions. "I assure you there's no need to provide directions right now," she said, putting her hands up in a halting motion. "Instead, you can talk your herbs and instructions and provide them to the Ministry of War in Essos, where I am sure they will find suitable use for them."

Reaching into her pocket, she produced a piece of wax which she ran over the candle on the merchant's booth to melt. The melted wax she placed on the papyrus and then with the ring on her right hand placed a seal on it, the seal of the Minister of War. "I will send word ahead to Essos, and if there is any trouble on your passage, my seal will be sufficient. I should like to -"

Her next words were interrupted as one of the Royal Guards interrupted the conversation, stepping forward to catch her attention. "Minister, it is time. They are waiting for you."

"I'm afraid duty calls," she said to the orc. "I bid you safe travels and long life." With that, Kailyn turned around from the booth, heading back onto the path between the crowd that was being cleared by her escorts. The merchant had been an interesting distraction, but it was time for the real event.

The only notable thing about the ceremony beginning was the arrival of the Council of Elders. Surprisingly, it was the first time she had seen any member of the new Council since the timely deaths of their predecessors two years prior. This Council looked unimposing compared to the previous one, but it was hard to say if that was simply limited to appearances. Either way, Kailyn carefully studied them, though there was little to gain from the brief interaction.

Callum's speech was fine, as far as speeches go. He certainly had a gift for oration. It was little wonder he was a favorite among the Consulate, a place more prone to grandiose speeches and grand-standing than even a general the night before battle. The one thing Kailyn had to commend Callum is that he kept his cards close to the chest. Few could stand before a crowd and make a speech that came across sincere then walk into a summit and do the exact opposite of the speech.

Entering the City Hall, Kailyn assumed a standing position against the wall towards the rear and to the left side of the main Argon delegation. Callum had made it clear to her before they left that this was to be his moment, and that, as far as he was concerned, she was to do her best to stay out the spotlight. That suited Kailyn fine. She was more than willing to let Callum take the credit or, as she suspected, the fall for the outcome of this summit. Now, she simply had to sit back and watch it happen.

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