Caius Cornelius - Archaic Age

by **Taelete** » Sat Mar 21, 2015 5:54 am

Taelete

Ariston Trefellos smiled as he watched Vatarnea appearing before his nose. He was followed by his loyal army. His golden hoplites, his silver cataphracts, his black peltasts and his white other cavalry. The blood of I-Drail had just been washed of them. The city had fought stubbornly and stood free for a week but was not able to resist Ariston longer. After reached word him that Aimer-Dios had surrendered. They had stood the longest and Ariston did not command to sack or raze the city like he had with the others. The men that had sieged the city had joined his army and had marched westwards were his army had defeated the mercenary army of Vatarnea that had no morale or unity, the Vatarneans had grown lax, lazy weak and effeminate because nobody had opposed the city in the past centuries. Now did it wait before the nose of Ariston, it contained a wealth that was even bigger than that of Taelete city and could by that be called the richest city in the world. It also was the weakest city in the league. None of the other cities had dared to oppose it as Vatarnea had the biggest wealth and population but they didn't even have a city watch. It had three akropoleis and Ariston had said when he was still educated that Taelete would have five. The walls were old but weak and people had even made gardens on it. Ariston lined his army up before the city. His men took all gates without problems before Ariston gave the single command that would seal the fate of the city. "Sack the city, take all its wealth, kill all its nobles, rape all its women and burn their houses. You and Taelete have earned this." It did happen as Ariston had commanded. The city burned for 11 days. All its wealth was stolen and divided between Ariston, the army and Taelete. Aristons popularity was still in a rush. After the sack did he bring back the discipline in his army before it marched to the border of Aclerak to meet king Tytos Veraxos. If the negotiations would succeed would the Taronian campaign almost be over as Vorenos had taken and razed Tredaros while they had also finally conquered Toblesia.

In the meanwhile grew there fear among the ranks of the aristocratic council of Taelete. Fear for the growing power of Ariston. The fear that he could try to become δεσπoτης autokratos. The council wanted to pull him back but they knew that the army woulddisagree and they knew that that could still change the Taronian war into a disaster as the war could have went ifferent without the genial mind of Ariston on the point. The council stated to make plans to get rid of hi after the war. The tension in Taelete grew with every victory of Ariston.

by **Sorvanna** » Sat Mar 21, 2015 12:00 pm

Lord Winterstorm was fairly used to these kinds of meetings, they happened relatively often within her own people's hierarchy, but she didn't mind, these people were rather nice to be around, lively and exciting, and they were straightforward as well.
She'd take the hands of those who'd extend it and shake it, nodding to the Emperor as he spoke.

It was understandable, that his people would not want to live in a colony that lived under someone else's laws, let alone the hint of someone else other then their glorious Emperor. Still, it was alittle saddening, but she shrugged the thought off as she bowed her head in respect before raising it back up. "I am honoured to meet you both." She states before continuing, "I know this may be an odd question, but do your people believe in any Gods?" She asked.

It wasn't a fairly weird question, most people did, including her own. They believe in a large Pantheon of Goddesses, however she wanted to know what other sort of religions were out there and what they were like, however she was also slightly worried they didn't and that they wouldn't take kindly to such a question, or that they'd get overly zealous about their own when talking about it.
However she shrugged the doubtful thoughts away, these people were better then that, she knew that, she had nothing to worry about.

Meanwhile...

To the East, in the Capital of Haevanna.
It had taken a few hours, but in the time it's taken for Winterstorm to get to the camp set up by the Kahlisteans, and begin talking, the Rangers had been able to swiftly notify the High Queen, and while surprised a bit at first, she mounted up, and departed with an escort of her most elite, Royal Guards, wanting to travel fast towards Nau'ris, and it's nearby coastline to meet these outsiders.

by **Kahliste** » Sun Mar 22, 2015 12:03 am

North-Western Sorvanna (Kahlistean Encampment)

The food was brought in quickly by the ward a little later, and left the leaders to their conversation. Just as Winterfell asked about Gods, Mouritsen was drinking from a cup of his own, made of bronze. Winterfell was given a meal also, with a drink to go with it. The Emperor shook his head and placed his cup down, a hint of a smile on his face.

"We have no gods, but we do have heroes. Kahliste, the maiden after whom our nation is named, fought valiantly for many years until she died of old age, and had many children. She could be considered a god, but she refused to be called one. That is what the father of my father told me." he took a jug, and poured himself another glass of fine wine before continuing. "It's a common story, and many children idolize this war-maiden."

"Now," he took another sip of his drink, passing the jug to the two Generals who took their fill, and gave the jug to Winterfell. "It's my turn to ask of you a question.. In our nation, young boys are trained as warriors from the age of 8. Is the same done here, or is there a tradition similar to this?" Mouritsen asked, leaning against the table. He was interested in how the Sorvannans trained their armies.

Tuaador, Eastern Coastline

General Ketill Jofreidrrson and General Valterri Erkkilä of Halland and Savela separated from Emperor Mouritsen with their own fleet. They headed to Tuaador, which they had circled over two weeks before. It was a long journey, but it had been done. Like Mouritsen's group, they landed, but with only 7,800 soldiers. For two days they prepared a camp, and started exploring the surrounding coastline, making sure that there were no immediate threats in these lands.

During their journey around Tuaador, Mouritsen had sighted people on the shores of Tuaador, and so they were aware that these lands were indeed inhabited. Fjalmuran, these lands were called. Jofreidrrson stood atop a hill, looking over the clear fields of Tuaador in the East. After today, they would proceed further inland to search for other people in this country. Their intentions were the same as their Emperor's, after all.

by **Sorvanna** » Sun Mar 22, 2015 12:17 am

Winterstorm enjoyed the Kahlistean delights, their food was different from the things she had usually and that was a really good thing, as was their wine, taking it as she was offered it, nodding to the Emperor as he spoke before setting her glass down to reply to him.
"We start training at the age of four, and by all technicality, we seperate from our masters at sixteen, however our training doesn't stop there, as we train through our entire lives to get better. To become the strongest fighters the world has ever known is every Sorvannans dream, we don't care much for hordes of money and treasures, or the life of a Scholar, but rather that of a Warrior, and our devotion to the Goddesses." She states in reply, taking a swig of her wine before replying again.
"While we do have many heroes, my people themselves believe also in a pantheon of Goddesses, primarily Amarantha, our Goddess of War, Valor and Vengeance, and the greatest warrior known to creation." She smiles a bit. "And Evangelyn, the Mother to us all, and the Goddess of Creation, and the most beautiful woman known to exist." She nods, it might've sounded childish but she firmly believed in these Gods, and it wasn't a conviction to be shaken easily.
However she was intrigued that they had no Gods, but Champions in their place, Champions were no stranger to the Pantheon, but they didn't rise above that of Deities that supported the Gods, not replacing them.
It did not matter however, she was glad they believed in something proudly, and went to speak. "How long have you been Emperor?" She asked simply.

Meanwhile..
The High Queen was on her way, and while it would take a day or few at full gallop, her thoughts didn't stop spinning, she wanted to meet these outsiders, and learn more of them, and form this Alliance. An Alliance would benefit them for generations, decades even, if they could keep it stable. Perhaps even longer, way past the point she had finally perished in battle or of old age, into years beyond.

by **Kahliste** » Sun Mar 22, 2015 3:59 am

North-Western Sorvanna (Kahlistean Encampment)

"I see." the Emperor nodded, leaning back. "Women aren't trained to fight in Kahliste. They are flowers that must be protected, rather than sent to the front. Even still, they are just as important. The children who come to train in our forts have chosen that life, or have been sent by their fathers... However, when that is the case, it is not allowed. We aren't willing to force a life of unrest upon someone who doesn't want it."

He smiled, further understanding how being a warrior was in this country. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Then our nations aren't that far from each other, it seems. In Kahliste, it is law that our enemies, after defeat, are given back everything that they own. We are not pillagers, and fight only for victory, and the safety of our nation." At that, Mouritsen began eating along with his two Generals, who seemed deeply interested in the discussion, but were not willing to ask anything.

"You speak very highly of these Goddesses." said Mouritsen as he wiped his mouth with a washcloth. "I have never heard of gods in the land where I come from. However it isn't blasphemy to speak of them, either. The closest we have to those are known as hulders. According to many who have claimed to see them, they are a beautiful people that hide amongst the trees and fields, guarding what life lives there. It is said that if their homes are tainted, they bring punishment upon those who have harmed them. As you see, they aren't as benevolent.. It is obvious that this is all a myth, but many people believe that they exist."

After a short pause, General Urness spoke up, shamelessly using gestures, as he was the best speaker of the three. "Lord Winterfell, I am quite interested as to how it is that your government is run. In Kahliste, the Generals and the Emperor are supreme. There is no room for elections. Are all cities in Sorvanna ruled by a she-leader?" he asked, hand against his chin.

To the side, the kattdjur scout seemed interested as well. His chin was cupped in his hands as he listened intently to what was happening here. He found it somewhat ridiculous that the Emperor himself would not believe in the hulders. When Mouritsen mentioned them, the scout was tempted to speak up and say they were real. But that would be disrespect, of course. And as he was so engrossed in listening, he did not seem to notice how his kattdjur had begun to eat of his food.

by **Sorvanna** » Sun Mar 22, 2015 4:34 am

Lord Winterstorm was nodding, not eating as much, it was not that she had no apetite, is that she was too engrossed in listening and learning then she was anything else, and smiles wide at Mouritsen's mention of the Goddesses, nodding. "They are our divine deities, and we hold them higher then anything else."
She looks over at General Urness however, placing her hands on the table. "Well, you see.."
"Each major City is owned by a major clan, mine for instance, is the Winterstorm Clan. Each Clanlord is, yes, female, and has a male Consort as their secondary ruler, and each Clan serves under the Absolute power of the High Queen, of the Clan Tyrfang, in the Grand Capital of Haevanna."
"In terms of power, it's first the Clanlords, then the High Battlemaster and Grand Inquisitor hold the same rankings, and directly above them is the Grand Sage, and directly above her, is the High Queen." "The Clanlords have a great deal of say however among the issues regarding Sorvanna, and that is greatly respected, we're not simple Governors fighting political wars with one another, we work together to ensure the sovereignty and greatness of Sorvanna as a whole."
"Though this does not mean that rivalries don't exist, though they're healthy in nature." "The Grand Sage is the leader of our religion, and as a result, our Temples." "The Inquisitor is underneath her, as the leader of the military arm of the Inquisition, and the Battlemaster is in charge of the regular forces." "Of course, The High Queen has ultimate say, and her word is law, but she is kind and fair, and to be fairly honest she has to be." "Otherwise it'd end up in another civil war." She finishes, nodding and eating a bit on the food presented to her before speaking again.
"Underneath the Clanlords are the Lesser Clans, while they are all equally important, they do not own cities, but rather smaller Towns and Villages, supporting their local High Clans with supplies and the like." She finishes again before sipping wine.

by **Kahliste** » Sun Mar 22, 2015 8:21 am

North-Western Sorvanna (Kahlistean Encampment)

"Interesting," said Urness thoughtfully while stroking his beard. He crossed his legs and continued to analyze this system further. "So, why is it that women are set in higher ranks? I would assume it has something to do with your deities?" he asked a moment after. Sometimes when he began speculating, Sigvard could not be stopped.

"Also," Mouritsen said after chewing a piece of meat, "you mention civil war?"

The two Generals looked at one another, and the Emperor continued. "What is it like?" he asked.

This question was brought up quite commonly by Kahlisteans to outsiders who mention those words. Civil war was something that has never been seen in Kahlistean Scandinavia. They were all united from the beginning, fighting as one, defending against a common enemy. To see any Kahlistean fighting his brother would be an absurd sight. Mouritsen set his plate aside, so he could concentrate more on what he was learning here. This country was interesting indeed.

"We have never seen civil war before. What are the most common reasons beside an unfair ruler for such a thing to happen?" he asked, eyes narrowed. Civil war was an intriguing subject, out of all those addressed during this discussion.

by **Sorvanna** » Sun Mar 22, 2015 11:12 pm

She had her arms crossed as she listened to them reply, it wasn't the first time she was asked by an Outsider why women had such high and involved standings within the Kingdom, but she didn't mind, it wasn't bad they didn't know and she was willing to help them learn.
"In the ancient past, our leaders were originally chosen as to help better connect with our Goddesses, however, over time, we relented, and allowed for male leadership to be born within the ranks, and eventually they even took up the positions of Consorts. However, fairly enough, they hardly ever wish to be a Clanlord, and settle for Consorts instead." "Typically, the Consort assumes the position of Clanlord should she fall in battle, until a new one can be assigned to the role, the Consort stepping down after that."
"We've just gotten used to it." She replies before continuing on.
"A Civil War is the same as any other war, except both sides come from the same place." She replies simply. "The last one was between the tribes in the Reunification War, that united us into the Sorvanna you visit today." She nodded as she finished, she didn't mind sharing about her culture so long as they asked.

by **Kahliste** » Mon Mar 23, 2015 8:06 am

North-Western Sorvanna

With his question answered, Urness hummed softly. His hand never left his beard as he continued to wonder and theorize. How could a myth about Goddesses so greatly affect this nation's way of governing its lands? Strange, indeed. But Urness was not one to judge, as he was both flexible, and in place to do so. Moving on to the subject of civil war, Mouritsen gave the most prominent response, nodding and looking up at the roof of their tent. So not all countries were brought together by brotherhood, it seemed. That was easy enough to believe and understand. He crossed his arms over his chest, preparing to share with Winterfell another part of the story of his own country.

"Very interesting..." he first says, then continues on with what he has to say. "Kahliste, you see... It used to be five separate, but very closely allied provinces. I am from the Province known as Roskilde. General Styrmir is from Austurland, and General Urness is from Telemark. Two other Generals, Ketill Jofreidrrson and General Valterri Erkkilä, are from Halland and Savela respectively. For a long time now, I can't even remember for how long, we've been united. Our fathers ruled the Scandinavian Protocontinent before us, bound simply by law and friendship."

To this, Urness and Heilmóðursson both nodded to confirm. Ever since their fathers were the Generals of the Scandinavian Provinces, they constantly met and were friends for a very long time, with Heilmóðursson being the oldest, and Erkkilä being the youngest. To this moment, there has been no quarrel between them, even as they fought against the Sea People who were considered a nuisance and therefore a common enemy to all of Kahlistean Scandinavia.

A bit later, with more carefree conversation between the leaders and more sharing about their own cultures, they decided to adjourn their meeting, if one could even call it that. Again, the young scout is ignored. He has been all this time as he ate what he was given as a reward for his vigilance. Mouritsen shook Lord Winterstorm's hand once more, and so did Urness and Heilmóðursson. They all rose from their seats, about to leave, and Mouritsen said a few words before they left.

"I'm sure... We've covered most of what we've needed to cover during this discussion. Lord Winterstorm, there are a few things I'd like to show you before you return to your home to rest."

But, unable to hold back, the scout abruptly stands from his seat. "Wait!" he calls briskly, getting an annoyed glance from the three Kahlistean leaders. He was trained to be disciplined, and should be, but his inquiry satisfied them all and made them look back to Victoria to wait for an answer that would surely come.

"Excuse me for my rudeness, your Highnesses... But I wanted to know." he turned to Winterstorm and asked, "Do you have kattdjur? Or Styrmhäst? Or... Perhaps havsorm or frejyan?"

Havsorm, Later to be known as Prognathodon (Havsorm means Sea-serpent)
Havsorm Size Chart
Freyjan, Later to be known as Zygophyseter, a massive extinct relative of the dolphin.
Freyjan Size Chart

by **Taelete** » Mon Mar 23, 2015 8:29 am

Taelete

After the army was made ready and disciplined again left Ariston the grounds around Vatarnea. Ariston moved his whole army towards Aclerak so he would be guarded in his back during the negotiations. As sson as the border was reached rode Ariston towards the Acrosi camp, which had been found by his scouts. Ariston approached the camp with 10 cataphracts, ten white armed light cavalrists and 10 men of his personal golden guard, from who four were bearing the banners of Taelete and house Trefellos. When they were noticed and recognized arrived a small group of men from the camp. The flag of Acro waved wildly above the group. One person could directy be picked out of the group due to his aura of authority and his crown. Ariston knew that story that the crown was made from the melted chains of the first men of the freehold of Acro. An iron crown could be seen as a good representor of the Acrosi according to Ariston. When Tytos had reached him bowed Ariston his had as an honourable nod and started to speak:"Greetings, king Tytos, I'm Ariston Trefellos. I can say that I'm impressed with the result of your campaign that you started with only 2000 men. I hope this spirit and intelligence will never be used against Taelete. Our nations are different, as are our people as we've concluded before. This does, however, not mean that our nations will have to spill masses of blood in this case without trying to seek for peace. I offer you a middle way. Taros will become a free nation again but it will be a vassal of Taelete. Slavery will be abolished in all grounds that are taken by Acro. This will give both our nations advancement and it will an expansion to your freehold." Ariston looked Tytos straight in the eyes whe he had finished talking as he was intrested in the king's answer.

by **Sorvanna** » Mon Mar 23, 2015 11:20 am

Honestly it was all rather fun for her, speaking and learning more about their culture and her own as well as talk about the numerous other things that she head.
These people were Warriors, but friendly, a very open disposition that made them open minded about her people's way of life and so on.
She was however, taken aback by the sudden question from the younger male, looking at him and thinking for a moment.
He'd just asked her a question she didn't understand, let alone using names that she didn't understand and while this grew a slight hint of annoyance, she shrugged it off. The least he could have done was described them, but he didn't and that made her look around.
They had to be creatures, at least, as they didn't sound like people or a sort of weapon or food.
She thought on it before shrugging and simply replying..
"No."
"We do not have any of those." She states, before continuing to speak. "However, we do have Direwulves, Snow Leopardas, Raptorias Eagles, and Drakes." She finished her reply with a small bit of a smile before speaking once more. "I will save explaining what these are, and instead bring some for you all to see when I meet up and lead the High Queen here. But for now, it's been a really good day, and I look forward to meeting you again." She states, before turning, and climbing aboard her steed, turning it and clicking her leather boots against it, sending it off towards the east, back to her city of Nau'ris.

by **Reichsland** » Mon Mar 23, 2015 12:01 pm

The Clan leader known as Rayvyk the White, leader of the Baegloc Clan, rode into Angmar atop his muscular horse. He had a woven basket at the side of his mount, along with an ornate saddle of unknown origin and a cruel looking battleaxe. Wearing animal leggings and a strange banded breastplate of iron, he waved off the Angmaran guards who tried to stop him and ascertain his mission. He continued his ride through the city all of the way up to the keep, the palace of King Saeward. The guards stationed at the inner wall saw him en route and quickly sent word to the King that he had a Clan leader approaching. Rayvyk passed through the gates as they were opened by the guards, his horse's hooves making a click clack noise against the cobblestones as it trotted. The King was sitting on his throne reading from a scroll when the news reached him. Surprised that a Clan Lord would ride this far alone without any warning, he knew that it had to be urgent business. He quickly placed the "Raven Crown" on his head and moved to meet the other man out in the courtyard.

The Raven Crown

When he got outside, he saw that Rayvyk was in the process of entering in from the opposite side. They both made their way to the middle of the courtyard, the King more anxious than ever due to . Rayvyk never dismounted his steed, he merely acknowledgedKing Saeward by nodding his head and saying "My King.". King Saeward returned the favor by nodding back and saying "Well met, Clan Lord Rayvyk. How fares the Baegloc?" The horseman snorted and answered "Well enough, for now. I came not for pleasantries, Highness. I bring urgent news from the eastern shores, news that you will want to hear. The Baegloc were riding much further down the coast than we usually do. My warriors tell me they rode into Anlevion looking for valuables, what they found was the total opposite. Anlevion lies in flames! It appears that warriors from the area known as Ressach have invaded Anlevion and sacked it. My men encountered raiders in the countryside of Anlevion and they slaughtered them. They returned the heads of their prey as well as some of the armor that they found among the dead Ressachians. I have brought their heads to you, so that you may know the truthfulness of my tale. Will the soldiers of Ressach stop in Anlevion, or will they continue to march? I am spreading word to the other tribes that they should be wary of them. The Baegloc will stand guard and keep watch for any movement. I suggest you send word to the land of Ressach and greet them with peace, but let them know that we have our eyes on them in the land of Anlevion. When he had finished speaking, Rayvyk removed the lid from the basket he carried and pulled out the skulls of the Ressachians that had been killed. The skulls were still inside of the helmets that they had worn during life. Rayvyk said "As I said, here are the heads of the fallen. The King took a step back at the gruesome appearance of such macabre items. He quickly regained his composure and replied to the man

"You have done well in bringing me word of this development. It will not go unanswered, please refresh yourself and your horse while you are here. Also take a weapon from my personal armory before you leave as a token of my appreciation. As for the Ressachians, I will heed your suggestion. I will send a detachment of diplomats and guards to Ressach. They will take the Shadowed Road to the coast of Dagorlad, which means they will be passing through the territory of the Osmaer. I trust that you will help get them by unhindered? The Osmaer tend to be a little hesitant of any Westerners that come their way. I also want you to do what you say, keep watch in the direction of Ressach. I will need one more thing also, get these men across the sea to Ressach. I expect you to help them when the party arrives in your land. These are your orders, now go with haste Lord Rayvyk. Horst guide you!

The horseman tugged the mane of his horse who stamped and whinnied, before turning and galloping off. Rayvyk tossed the skulls into the courtyard as he made his way out of it. The King looked on in disgust and motioned for one of the slaves to dispose of them. He turned and set off for the throne room. Once he was there he called together his advisors and told them of what had happened, and what he planned to do. Later on that day he formalized his plans in his battle room and handed them down as orders." A party of 5 diplomats, 25 soldiers, and 10 slaves from both Ressach and Scylacium, will be dispatched to Ressach. They will be taking three supply wagons and two transport wagons along the Shadowed Road to the Coast of Dagorlad. This will allow expedited travel, as well as makeshift defensive positions should the need arise. Once they are there, they will depart for Ressach in a vessel provided by the Baegloc clan. Hopefully when we arrive, we will find the Ressachians to be peaceful toward us. I have prepared a letter for the leaders of both Ressach and Scylacium which states that we are interested in extending peace to the them, and possibly trade. The Diplomatic Party will dispatch tomorrow morning at first light."

The next morning at dawn, the selected personnel for the journey were assembled at the city gates. The slaves were the most joyous, due to the thought being able to finally go home. The Angmarans were sending them back as a sign of goodwill. Finally the last preparations were made and the party set out on their lengthy journey to Ressach. Hopefully things would go according to plan, and if so, they should be in Ressach in three weeks approximately...

The Angmarans, while relatively secluded amongst the nations of the world, were master metal workers. West Reichsland was situated on rich deposits of metals, seemingly infinite in supply to those who mined them. The steady influx of slaves had given Reichsland's metal workers access to various techniques from other peoples, and they used this knowledge to refine their own methods. These methods produced both men and women that were known as Master Forgers. Over time, these Master Forgers had built a city unto themselves in the South. This city is known as Orthanc, "The City of Iron". This is one of the most valuable cities in West Reichsland, and where the Kings and other nobles get their ornate armor and weapons. Jarl Stidoplh, the governor of Orthanc, has presented the newly minted General Ielfgar, of the Royal Army, a new helmet in honor of his service.

Ielfgar's Commander Helmet. This helmet would be worn by many people throughout the years to come. It is a testament to both the skill and ingenuity of Reichsland's metal workers.

Along side these metal veins ran deposits of precious stones. This, coupled with the valuable metals, meant that Reichsland if nothing else, was very wealthy. This steady flow of gold, silver, and precious stones allowed them to have a strong self contained economy. This would prove to be very important in ages to come.

by **Acro** » Mon Mar 23, 2015 12:51 pm

Tytos listens as the man explains the proposal. It was not perfect, but it was reasonable. He knew that some among his company would be furious, and call for war. But he had enough support to keep that silent.

I accept your proposal. We march south for Trifoses tonight. After that city falls Acro will have peace. I thank you for your sense. It is rare to find such honor among slavers. Tytos nods his head and shakes the mans hand a last time.

He had made peace. He had spent nearly 2 years at war and now there was peace. Once the last city fell, he could go home. Sit with his wife and child and rule his kingdom.

by **Reichsland** » Tue Mar 24, 2015 10:58 am

The Shadowed Road wound its way through the deep forests all the way up though the area known as Dagoralad. The expedition made its way along the pathway at a rather quick pace. Things were going according to plan so far and hopefully they would continue to do so. The leader of the excursion, Wulfrun, was one of the most learned men in Reichsland. As the wagons rolled by the flowers, trees, and animals, Wulfrun did not hesitate about passing what knowledge he had on to his comrades. He was excited about his mission, finally getting to travel to new lands and soak up more knowledge. He could hardly contain himself. They had been travelling for what seemed like forever, and now they were approaching Dagorlad.

The Baegloc Clan had been ordered to use their influence to allow the party safe and unhindered travel through the East, and apparently they had come through on their word. Now they were supposed to meet up with members of the clan so they could guide them through Dagorlad to where they were supposed to have a sea vessel waiting. As the wagons trudged onward, the Baegloc appeared out of what seemed like thin air, silent and swift. Everyone in the party was startled by their sudden arrival, and it made Wulfrun think of those who had fallen victim to the Clans. He thought of the sudden death that the Baegloc could unleash on unsuspecting targets, and how terrible it would be when one were happily enjoying life just to have it ripped from their bodies in an unforeseen moment. It would not even give you time to reconcile yourself to the gods, and this thought made Wulfrun shudder. He had a great fear of what the afterlife held for him, but he dwelt on it only briefly. He instead turned his attention to the men that were now walking beside the wagons. He studied their muscular structure, their long hair, and their weapons. He seen scars across the bodies of some, which to Wulfrun, could only have been made by some cruel weapon or fearsome beast.

The Baegloc People

Days Later...

The group of men made their way up through Dagorlad, only once running into any hostile parties. A group of bandits, from an unknown origin, tried to ambush the party. They didn't realize just how large the party was, and the ferocity of those who comprised it. After a quick pitched battle, the bandits were cut down. Some of the Baegloc stayed behind to loot the bodies, and gods know whatever else was their custom, to their prey. They travelled further, and the woods gave way to great plains and grassy hills. The Baegloc leader, Ayrik, said they were very close now. A day's more travel and the smell of salt and the sea greeted the party. The sound of gulls screeching overhead filled the party with excitement and anticipation once again, for their sense of adventure had diminished since the long overland journey. The Baegloc led them up a large hill, and once they were on top, they saw it. The ship that would be taking them to Ressach and possibly Scylacium.

"The Angmaran Eagle looks fierce and proud on that sail!" exclaimed one of the soldiers. Everyone nodded in agreement, except perhaps the slaves, who were one step closer to getting their lives back. Some of the slaves were Roman citizens no doubt, while others had been born in Reichsland. However they were all thrilled at the thought of going back to their true home, and it would not bother them if they never saw another Angmaran Eagle in their life. There was another group of Baegloc warriors at the bottom of the hill. These would be the ones that sailed them across the sea, and it could be easily told that these men lived their lives on the sea. They were dressed for comfort, and their sun-tanned chests shown like dull bronze in the bright sun, their skin leathered by the salt-sprays of the ocean. They helped unload the supplies from the wagons and got everything ready to set sail. Once everything was good to go the captain of the men, Thyrin, gave the order for everyone to board. After everyone boarded and was settled, they cast off and plotted a course for Ressach.

The first part of the sea journey was rather uneventful, for those accustomed to such things of course. Wulfran and the other scholars were always looking at either the sea or the components of the ship, challenging each other regarding the workings of the wind and waves, or for a better way of constructing such vessels. A few of them had never been to sea before, including some of the soldiers, and they were relegated to hurling their internal belongings into the sea at unregulated intervals. This of course amused the salt dog sailors of the Baegloc, as it stereotypically does to seasoned sailors. As they neared the Ressachian coastline, a brief squall came out of nowhere and buffeted the ship, sending most everyone who was not a sailor into a panic. The Baegloc handled the boat well however, and navigated them safely through it.

Finally, after weeks of travel, the journey was over. They saw the coast of Ressach in the distance and Thyrin gave plotted another course that would take them northward. They would sail until they came to a port and once they arrived, they would attempt to dock. Thyrin also gave the order to have a white flag ready to fly as well, in case they were hailed by any Ressachian or Roman ships. Hopefully a white flag meant peace to them, as it did to the Angmarans. The next move was up to the Ressachians and Romans, for the Angmarans were in their territory now...

by **Kahliste** » Tue Mar 24, 2015 12:05 pm

North-Western Sorvanna

The scout was satisfied with that answer, really. He looked back down at his partner and smiled. The Emperor and the General no longer minded with his question, even though it made little sense. They did not expect Winterstorm to immediately understand what the boy meant by what he'd asked, so they were surprised that she could give a serious answer. The scout was most likely too overwhelmed with meeting new peoples in new lands that he'd forgotten to add a little more detail to his inquiry. It could be forgiven, however. He was only about 9 years of age.

Emperor Mouritsen and the two Generals accompanied Winterstorm back to her horse, to which many soldiers seemed attracted. They had never seen a horse with such short hair before. All Kahlistean steeds were hairy or had thick skin for the colder periods in the North.

"I apologize for that." said Mouritsen with a smile, jerking his head in the direction of the tent where the scout had just stepped out of. He was leading his kattdjur behind him. "If you were wondering.. That," he pointed to the bobcat-sized saber-tooth, "Is a kattdjur. And my beloved Svalbard, that hulking creature I travel upon, is a Styrmhäst. I would explain to you what the freyjan and the havsorm are, but they are rather difficult to describe."

"Thank you for your time and understanding, Lord Winterstorm." said the Emperor with a shallow bow. "I look forward to seeing these creatures you have told us of when you return with your Queen." he called as Winterstorm went off further, and he and his Generals returned to their own business. Before later retiring for the night. Today's events were rather exhilarating, though they had gone along slowly.

by **Sorvanna** » Tue Mar 24, 2015 2:56 pm

It would take a few days for Winterstorm to return, however, a company of 100 soldiers ride in and stop themselves outside of the large encampment, they wore illustrious black cloaks, with thick black leather donned unerneath however they wore metal ontop of their boots and gloves, and silver decorated the rims of their cloaks and the dragon that had it's wings spread on the back of their cloaks. They work black masks that only covered half the face, their hair ended in braids, the braids decorated by feathers and beads, however most of it was pulled back into a tight ponytail, thought one, another woman, seemed to have her hair down completely and it ran down far, to her stomach in length at least, and was comprised of even more beads then her comrades. Half of the Royal Guard were women, the other were male.
However, at the front of the company, Lord Winterstorm steps away from the ranks, turning her horse slightly as she looks at another woman riding atop her own steed, albeit the steed is white compared to the black that Winterstorm rides, and the two ride alone back into the camp, and to the Emperor's tent.
They both hop off their steeds and step back inside, the High Queen sporting the same cloak as her people, albeit with alot more silver inscriptions along it's edge, the dragon breathing fire on her own version, the fire being blue on her cloak.

The 'Warrior Queen', High Queen of Sorvanna Amarantha Tyrfang.
The Queen was pale, albino even, in skin tone, and her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of violet, and her hair was a stark white, whether from age or some sort of thing generated by her Birth or if it's connected to her lineage remains unclear.
She spoke with a tone laced carefully with confidence, and strength, but tied together with wisdom and foresight.

The Warrior Queen put her hand across her chest, bowing her head lightly to them as she did before raising her head. "I am High Queen of Sorvanna, Amarantha Tyrfang. And I'm really happy I'm finally able to meet you all." She states. "I'm sure that Winterstorm has been a good host while you have camped on her lands, and I'm sure we have a bit to talk about, as Winterstorm informed me that there was an Alliance to be offered?" She spoke smoothly and deliberately, and rather calmly.
Winterstorm stood to her right, arms behind her back, though she was smiling, glad to be back with her new friends again rather obviously.

by **Kahliste** » Tue Mar 24, 2015 10:40 pm

North-Western Sorvanna (Kahlistean Encampment)

Upon arrival of the Sorvannans at the Kahlistean Camp, they would notice that many of the merchant ships had gone. Only the warships and 7 merchant-craft remained in the water. The camp itself had also grown significantly smaller, but the fighting force was just the same. They stood at the ready in three different formations this time, with the scouts having been able to sight them from far away, prepared to meet the High Queen of the nation they were visiting. In the Emperor's tent, only Mouritsen and Urness were present. Heilmóðursson had left. Where to, no one knows just yet.

Emperor Mouritsen bowed shallowly before replying to the High Queen. "Indeed, your Highness. Again, I'd like to thank Lord Winterstorm for her hospitality. Come, have a seat.." he gestures for them to follow over to the table he and Winterstorm had spoken at the day before. He pulled a chair of mahogany out for both Winterstorm and the Queen before settling down himself. Urness left the tent without the word, leaving the Emperor to discuss the Alliance by himself.

Before anything else, Mouritsen introduced himself, of course. He offered a hand to the Queen. "Emperor Jannik Mouritsen, Emperor of Kahlistean Scandinavia." he says with a smile, and giving an acknowledging nod to Winterstorm.

"Your Highness.. We visit from Kahliste, to the far West, originally to seek new lands on which to settle. But for now we would prefer to forge alliances, as we don't like to occupy others' lands. And though our nations are far apart, I feel that an alliance between Kahlistean Scandinavia and Sorvanna will be very effective. If we are able to include Tuaador in this alliance as well, then we will become more powerful and able to communicate with one another more smoothly."

by **Sorvanna** » Wed Mar 25, 2015 12:24 am

The High Queen listens as the Emperor talks, taking his hand when he offers it and smiling a bit at the mention of the Alliance.
It was true, it would benefit them greatly, for a long time Sorvanna remained primarily isolated from most politics outside of the Kingdom however it was time to change that, and become a player of the world.

"We would be more then happy to form an Alliance with Kahliste, a bond stronger then any other, so that we may protect eachother's lands and people, as well as spread our culture and enhance our trade." She nods.
Winterstorm smiles a bit as the proceedings are going smoothly, it was a time of change for her people and she knew that.
And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing either.
"All we need to do is sort out the finer details and we can consider it done." Amarantha replies to him.

by **Kahliste** » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:37 am

North-Western Sorvanna (Kahlistean Encampment)

Mouritsen was pleased of course, with Tyrfang's response... But there was one thing he wasn't sure he could get into. Aside from preparing a trade-route and sharing cultures and resources, he wasn't sure what other finer details there were.

"Yes, that's very good to hear... Finer details, though?.." said Mouritsen in a questioning tone. The confusion in his expression was most prominent. This was the problem with him. He was more of a front-line guy rather than a political expert. Urness or Jofreidrrson would handle this situation better, but he was the Emperor, and so he had to do this thing himself.

by **Sorvanna** » Wed Mar 25, 2015 4:12 am

The High Queen giggles before it rises to a soft laugh at the sight of his confusion before she pats his shoulder.
"Nothing complicated I assure you." She replies in a joking, non-insulting tone. "I just need to make sure what this Alliance promises, mm?"
"Of course, Open Trade, Sharing Culture and Resources, as well as protection of eachother Sovereign Borders."
"If you were to get invaded, we'd come to assist, you see?" She finishes, nodding. "And Vice Versa."
She spoke swiftly, but eloquently and deliberately, to make sure he understood her as she spoke quickly.

by **Kahliste** » Wed Mar 25, 2015 4:30 am

North-Western Sorvanna (Kahlistean Encampment)

It was only a few minutes into this conversation, and Mouritsen already liked the High Queen. She was straightforward, yet dainty all the while. He needed to pull this off in order to secure the planned alliance with Sorvanna. To Tyrfang, he smiled again and nodded to show that he had understood. He clasped his hands together, placing them upon the small round table.

"Ah, yes. All of those and more. I'd even allow for Sorvannans to live in Kahliste, of course, as productive citizens." he tells the two, "And in turn, you could allow for the same in your country." A thought came to his mind, and Mouritsen laughed, leaning back into his chair. "After this, we could even show you our lands to the West. Then you could show me yours. Yes, that would be very exciting."

by **Sorvanna** » Wed Mar 25, 2015 4:47 am

The High Queen liked his demeanor, he too, was rather straightforward and seemed very cooperative, and she clasped her own hands together before crossing her arms as he continued to speak before replying. "That sounds lovely! I am certain many Sorvannans would love to come live in your land." She finishes in reply.

by **Kahliste** » Wed Mar 25, 2015 5:08 am

North-Western Sorvanna (Kahlistean Encampment)

"And I'm certain that many Kahlisteans would like to live in Sorvanna as well. Even though they have to be under the rule of another, they will get used to it. Besides, we would be allies anyway." says Mouritsen enthusiastically, gesturing for a ward to bring them all some fine wine. They needed to celebrate this moment before they decided on what to do next.

"So, my Queen... What may we do to render this alliance as official, besides by a toast?" he asks, pouring both Tyrfang and Winterfell a cup filled with the best wine that the Kahlisteans had at the moment. "Then after this, if you're not too busy at all, you may come with us to visit Kahlistean Scandinavia."

by **Sorvanna** » Wed Mar 25, 2015 5:43 am

Amy takes the wine, smiling as she pulls her longsword off her hip and holding it to him in exchange for the wine.
"Take this, and keep onto it. As long as the Kahlisteans hold this, the bond between Sorvanna and Kahliste will forever be immortalized, as recognized by Evangelyn, Mother to us All." She states, nodding a bit.

by **Kahliste** » Wed Mar 25, 2015 6:32 am

North-Western Sorvanna (Kahlistean Encampment)

Emperor Mouritsen takes the sword with one hand. It was very light for him. He looked at both of its edges, admiring it. "Then in that case," Mouritsen pauses, he places his cup down and brings out his own sword, handing it over to Tyrfang, handle-first. "Take mine as well. This shall serve as a reminder to how smoothly our meeting went." he laughed shortly after, took his cup, and raised his glass. "To the alliance!"