Mokranshi wrote:Fyrae wrote:The delegation of the Fyrae'ii marched with a dazzling splendour and efficiency, their steeled armour glittering in the summer's sun, their feet beating a rhythmic and consistent beat, not a foot missing its timing, forming an unbroken *bang* as armoured feet struck the ground. At the head of the small band of 10 warriors rode Rho'O'Ne, Grand Silencer of the Heretical, a hero throughout the empire. Tales were often told at firesides of the way he crushed the serpent of heretical thought at every turn throughout the Empire, single-handedly defeating the beastman Ghar'zhul during the Beast Rebellion. While the armour of the rest of the delegation's was a polished and refined steel and largely lacked any signs of individualism, aside from a few Ribbons of Valour, Rho's own armour was decorated with the sigil of the Eternal Emperor in the centre of his breastplate, etched and filled with gold.
The delegation came to a halt infront of the Tyrandian officials, a resounding metallic stomp ringing out. Standing in front of the Tyrandians, Rho held the composure of expecting a bow from the Tyrandians, but he nodded his head before speaking;
"May the God-Emperor bless you, we have come with a single intention; to destroy the rebels that threaten this nation and to ensure a peace in the Southern lands" Rho said,
Note: this takes place after the Mokrani delegation's meeting with the Council
The Lodge
Stonecrusher stood beside the door of the lodge, still and stoic. On the opposite side of the door sat his comrade, Spearshatter, also a bovigor. In the corner, Pasekur was busy scribbling down the results of the meeting with the Council, to be returned to the Grand Temple. 'I wonder what the blessed Farseer will make of this', said the Messenger in his usual calm and collected tone of voice. 'You have any opinions, Stonecrusher? What about you, Spearshatter?'
The bovigor bodyguards stood unflinching. Finally, Stonecrusher opened his mouth to speak when they heard a knock on the door of the lodge. Spearshatter opened it to see the kaprogor attendant, Wildhorn. He brayed, 'Something of interest, faithful Messenger. The Fyrae'ii delegation is here. The faces, I do not know, but the one in front. Struts like an albatross. His armor is etched with gold, with the rune of their emperor at the center.
Spearshatter snorted loudly at the sound of this. 'This human, I heard of this one.' Spearshatter was unique among the Mokrani delegates in that he was not Mokrani-born. He was a refugee, one of several, who fled Fyrae some years back after the failed Great Liberation (as the beastmen called it). There were so many refugees and veterans that arrived in Mokranshi in fact, that they even formed a new clan, Clan Ghar'zhul, named after the great hero, may Mulcarn rest his soul. While the refugees had long since assimilated into Mokranshi, these beastmen were slow to forget their dark past.
'The one in front, name is Rho-one, I think. Sounds different in Fyrae'ii tongue. He was the one they sent. Fought us in the Great Liberation. Killed Ghar'zhul. He is sun-cursed among sun-cursed. May Mulcarn devour his soul.'
Pasekur pondered this information. 'Hmm, I don't think it's a coincidence that the emperor sends him of all people to Tykare, just as we are here. It's a calculated move. This must be what Zequta was referring to. In any case, this has piqued my curiosity and my concern. If we are to be successful here, we cannot let the Fyrae'ii gain the upper hand in negotiations. That means we must pay close attention to their delegates so long as they are in Tykare. I think we ought to observe their arrival. Wildhorn, have they reached the city center proper?'
'No, faithful Messenger. Their legion was on the city outskirts when I see them.'
'Hmm, a whole legion as well. This sounds like a power move. Nonetheless, we should be there when they come face to face with the Magoi. Oh, and Spearshatter, please don't do anything rash? I trust your temperament, but I know what the emperor and this man are responsible for. Believe me, they will answer to Mulcarn in the hereafter.'
The Square
While Spearshatter was clear on his responsibilities and instructions, he could not help by affix some of his human skulls to his bandolier as they made their way to the square. Legion skulls, specifically, trophies from the Great Liberation. Just because he wasn't allowed to interact with the Fyrae'ii (much less cleave the pompous one in twain), it didn't mean he couldn't remind them of who they were in the presence of.
Pasekur, his bodyguards, and a handful of diplomats stood by as the Fyrae'ii delegation met with the Tyrandians, quietly observing this initial encounter.
The Lodge
Magoi Zequta took the gift and stared at it for a few moments before putting it in her satchel. She considered what type of magic was within this with a genuine scientific curiosity, and figured she would look more into it later. Perhaps these Mokranshi weren't as extremist as some told. She bowed her head as a gesture of thanks, "I greatly appreciate this gift, I promise I will take care of it. Please do take care of yourselves. There are many magoi who are against any change to the domain... but if you are able to assist in establishing peace, I am sure that your faith may find some followers somewhere in this country; I promise that if you help, I will attempt to bring about changes to allow the open practice of faith across the nation..." she thought of that, knowing how hard it would be to do, but would try her best to bring it about.
Tykare, Tyrandia
Following the arrival of the Fyrae'ii, many Magoi and civilians were watching them go away, some cheered at the statements by K'Kua, whilst others were worried that this may bring about an escalation to the conflict. A whisper could be heard from some, "If the Fyrae'ii are here... what if major powers get involved too? What if the Kepraini get allies to the south; the Secleni are anti-magic... or worse, what if the Accord gets involved?" This was quickly hushed, as it was common knowledge that the Accord wouldn't get involved in something so trivial as to this, especially with the two remaining Triumvirs in charge of it.