Where you go I do [lost age/closed]

[The knights of kings]

Here we sow the seeds of a better world...a purer world one free of those who are undesirable. One where man can be free.
-First Fuhrer

The crimson banner with its white circle and putrid black hooked cross fluttered against the wind. These banners where distributed all along the streets as if to remind the people of the capitol city of its place in the world, the buildings rose high into the sky alongside the pillars topped with golden ornaments with the same hooked cross as the banner. The wind was chilly and rain pattered from the grey gloomy clouds above sending many citizens scurrying for cover under the awnings of tea houses and local merchant stands, hoping to wait it out. The rain pooled in the cobble stone streets only to fall into the deep sewers below, soft music could be heard from up and down the street, perhaps a local band had gotten together to try and lighten up the mood of a rather dreary day. Yet the mood and the desperate acts of the common man to avoid the rain meant little to Rhinard who sat inside a black carriage which made its way rain or shine. The hooves of the horses trotting and splashing the puddles. The driver though wearing a poncho held his head glumly as the water dripped of the rim of his stalhelm, his uniform was patched numerous times as it had been given to him by his father who had received it from his ancestors. The rain continued to cascade in an orchestra of nature unaware of the cares of the people below.

Rhinard was a tall man, than again he wasn't human but rather a high elf, his slightly yellow skin and blue eyes giving that away. Though not as muscular as a regular man he held a certain pride in his body, one of thinking superiority over others. His black brimmed cap and dark as night uniform was a replica of those the ancestors wore when they first arrived, yet it did not hold the family lineage as those of his family compatriots, no instead he had to make a name for himself. He slipped his thin fingers into his silk gloves and made sure everything was in order. He leaned to look out the window, though it was raining and grey he could faintly see his reflection. His nose hooked slightly and white hair combed under his cap, a small smile revealed shiny white teeth, high elves known for their cleanliness. He then turned his gaze to his sword; he unsheathed it and watched it glimmer slightly before holstering it to his side. Outside they had begun to enter the main road, this was the center piece of the Prinnian empire, massive pillars adorned with an eagle clutching a hooked cross followed the street down to the imperial palace a large dome could be seen in the distance. Even in the greyness of the rain it was still a marvel of human construction their white skin a light in the darkness, several soldiers patrolled the large plaza like road. Their slick black jack boots clicking against the tiled ground, their uniforms equally as sharp though soaking in the rain. Though these uniforms where more ceremonial as hidden from plain sight several heavily armed guards in plate armor stood on alert waiting for any clear threat.

The carriage door clicked as the river opened it slowly allowing Rhinard to peer into the gloomy rain himself, with a resigning sigh he reached for an umbrella. It was hundreds of years old and had seen its fair share of storms as relevant by the tears and holes but offered better protection than anything else. The driver saluted thrusting his arm into the air and clicking his heels, Rhinard responded with a halfhearted salute. Lifting the umbrella above his head, he waited for a pair of knights trotting about on white war horses to come to him. The soft metallic clatter of their armor even more prevalent as they drew closer until they stood before him. The riders pulled on the reigns and the horses snorted in compliance, one rider lifted his visor revealing a kind young man. He saluted and Rhinard again saluted back.

"Rather dreary weather for a meeting with the royal family is it not?" The knight spoke sarcastically with a sneer pressed against his lips. Rhinard only shook his head and store back menacingly though with a simple smile.

"Never you mind sir, I thought men of the Armored Cavalry where more disciplined than to make damn stupid remarks." Now it was Rhinard's turn to sneer. The knight lowered his visor cautiously the smirk gone from his face.

"Well I apologize Sir, pardon me. Yet the princess has arrived." He turned to look down the plaza a group of men all wearing stahlhelms and the ceremonial armor with the hooked cross emblem gracing the front breastplate. They carried spears which even in the dull light of the storm glittered like bolts of lightning, even a man in Thule society robes showed himself in front of the pack. So even the religious leaders have reared their ugly mug here Rhinard thought to himself, yet his interest lay in the girl at the center of the rather stern looking guards. As they approached Rhinard found himself standing straighter than he had in the company of lesser men. This was the Fuhrer's daughter, his gaze tried to push past the silver like armor of her escorts, and when his gaze found purchase on her face he was astounded at how beautiful she was. She stood under an umbrella her short black hair reaching only to her shoulders, her figure befitting of a princess. Her icy blue eyes held a knowledgeable but obviously mischievous aurora to them. It was obvious by her sultry walk that she had no hard time attracting suitors yet being the Fuhrer’s daughter and only child made getting to her nigh impossible. Her dress was blue and lacey white simple yet it seemed to fit her nicely, her gaze met his expectantly.

"Hiel!" He shot his arm straight up and clicked his heels, his saber clinking in its holster. "Greetings Princess Lily, I am pleased to make your presence." He bowed slightly.

"You need not bow sir; I am a princess yes but a lady of common ground as you are. We walk the same soil why not respect each other as equals." A lovely smile pursed her lips. Rhinard was astounded, was she implying them to be equals. He had heard that the younger generations had deviated from the first fuhrer’s teachings about racial superiority but to hear it from a royal was concerning. Or perhaps she was just trying to startle him; he decided not to stray on the subject and looked up to the pleasant face of the princess and the stern eyes of the royal guard.

"I am pleased to announce that the nation of the north has agreed to the royal marriage to unite our two nations to create a super power. Though I personally wouldn't soil your pure blood to those savages it is not my decision as it was not my decision to meet in such dreary conditions. Yet I come as head of the secret police to ensure your coming security in the following days. Delegates from the Zelbae should be arriving any day now to configure the last of the wedding agreements but I want to personally assure you that we are going to keep you and the Fuhrer protected." Rhinard sounded confident and gave a smile. The jack boots of the guards who were on patrol clicked in the back ground. Lily smiled, it wasn't her decision to be married but if it was for the good of her country she was willing to commit herself. Yet she couldn't help but wonder what kind of man she would meet, or if she could actually learn to love someone who was thrust upon her.

"Thank you Rhinard I have faith in you. Now it is up to the gods that my suitor will be to my liking." A light smile crossed her lips. Now it was a waiting game until the northern country responded.

[Dbrought]

The convoy from the Northlands of Zelbae had kept a steady pace of 4 leagues a day since they had left the city of Winterwald. Complimented by the entirety of the 7th chapter's 10 companies, the 1,000 strong host of heavily armored soldiers were more than enough to fend off any foul beasts or raiders that may strike those who traveled along the treacherous mountain passages. In truth it was the first time since the founding of the Covenant, that a force other than a Crusade had left the borders of Zelbae. And the first time a soldier leaving the border would find it unchanged upon return.

Zelbae's expansion had been swift and many times brutal. For centuries the only things that would last longer than a generation were a few towns and cities that survived on the ruins of castles and fortresses, built by a long dead empire. Winters always would remind the Northmen, that while very little would often change, the few conditions that did could do so rapidly. The rise of Zelbae and the Covenant was likened to the ancient stories of a day known as the morning of Ice and Fire. Supposedly in a single day a blizzard unlike any other befell the Northlands while the ground the snow fell upon ripped apart and spewed forth fire, or so the legend says. No matter how it was described, however, all in the north were certain. The Covenant had indeed shaped the wild and chaotic far North, into a powerful new Theocracy for their god.

As Zelbae league by league brought the wild lands together under Udan and his Markers, the Archons held steady in their belief that one day they would have to deal with the Prinnian Empire in the South beyond the mountains. The fact that it was the Prinnian's who choose to formally extend their hand in peace, coupled with the knowledge that Zelbae and the Covenant was not ready for a full on confrontation for the continent, made the Council of Winterwald's decision clear. Now was neither the time to stake everything they did for Udan, nor was it necessary if the powers of the Northlands could be unified. It was after all the most basic of their faith's tenants, "Those who greet the people of Udan, greet Udan himself."

Archon Abram Laron, his son Chapter Master Isaac Laron his honor guard Chaplin Lucien Stark, Justicar Brennard Stark, and Librarian Constantine Sangrey all rode upon their armored and fur clad warhorses in the vanguard of the convoy's column. Despite the risk of such a position, no leader of the Covenant would take any position less. A leader was nothing if his devotion to Udan had not cleansed him of all fear, or taught him that, "Death is only the beginning." As one of the most powerful families, to be anywhere else in the column, or to ride in a carriage would be to disgrace the honor of the Laronian family. Only when injury or condition prevented it, would it be otherwise. And so some of the most powerful men of the Covenant rode ahead along the road to Prinnia, and were the first to be spotted by the men who guarded the Empire's capital.

[The knights of kings]

The entrance of the Zelbae convoy was of no surprise to the Prinnian government, well aware of their current advance it was one of the few incidents where an army was allowed so close to the city. As their convoy passed down the main road to the capitol they would notice the many forts and barracks kept on hand all surrounded by strange wire which had become a Prinnian specialty, something by the name of barbed wire. Though non-lethal it could slow an enemy formation enough to be picked off by archers, regardless of this the garrisoned army watched silently as this foreign army made its way. As they drew closer the magnificent golden dome of the imperial palace could be seen for miles in every direction, it was considered the crown of the empire and a symbol of the toliterian style government in place. Several men dressed in slick black uniforms marched back and forth in front of a large fortress which led to the bridge which in turn led to the island on which the capitol rested. Being placed on an island gave the advantage of an easily defendable position with several large fortresses which stood as silent guardians. Though these fortress where different than those created more recently within the empire. The walls seemed to have been made into one solid piece, a rough gray material which the technology to make had been a closely guarded secret for generations. Out of the walls also stood large spouts that extended rusted in the day light, rumor had it that these once shot fire but they had long since fallen into disrepair and have been long since been consider inoperable.

The guards in slick black ceremonial garb held spears high on their shoulders, their feet clicking on the stone road as they paced. When the convoy came into sight they suddenly shifted from a more relaxed stance to that of men on guard. Their stahlhelms bore double lightening runes on the side, their ancestors having been part of an elite unit which had arrived via the portal. When the clatter of hooves was before them they saluted having been ordered to allow these strange northerners to pass through without any hassle as that of checking travelling papers which was a way of keeping track of citizen movement. The two guards clicked their heels and saluted thrusting the arm into the air and shouting the ancient and ceremonial phrase. "Sieg Hiel!" towards the front riders, they appeared to be important at least as the men in the beginning of the convoy. Yet they had little time to exchange pleasantries as another clatter of hooves sounded across the wooden bridge, two brown war horses snorting in the air as the came to a stop. Atop one was the thin Rhinard head of Reich security the other Valdo, he was a sickly pale man with eyes glowing a faint orange. The fangs which protruded through his smile showing his true identity as a creature of the night. He wore a ceremonial greatcoat once used by the ancestors to block out the rain but in Valdo’s case he used it to block out the sun.

"Ah gentlemen you have arrived in a timely fashion!" Rhinard called out from atop his horse. He reined his stead closer to the Zelbae diplomats and flashed an elegant smile. While giving a halfhearted salute. "I hope your journey was enjoyable? No trouble along the roads I would hope the Reich of Prinnia enjoys greater security than most. I wanted to personally come and greet you fine gentlemen into our fair capitol and ensure you that you are safe in my care. For I am Rhinard leading commander of the security Gestapo. Gestapo being a name in the old tongue, we have an impeccable history that I will not burden you with. Yet on that subject I notice you have brought a good number of men. Unfourtantley, I cannot allow such a large force into the capitol as it is a heightened security district for this ceremony. Though your honor guard and personal bodyguards will be allowed inside the main bulk will have to make camp outside. I hope this will not be a problem." Even atop his horse he bowed slightly before the diplomats. All the while Valdo’s eyes shifted eerily back and forth scanning the visitors no doubt for possible threats.

[Dbrought]

Abram had remained on his steed for the duration of the man, who introduced himself as Rhinard, welcoming. Just as Rhinard and his comrade with the orange eyes scanned the Zelbaen column, Abram's Justicars did the same to the city fortifications and guards. Abram knew that the island alone made a strong natural fortification to any enemy. Furthermore it seemed that there were many secrets in the construction of the Prinnian capital buildings, that made them appear as if the gray wall had been formed by nature itself. Their smoothness gave neither point of weakness or hint at the method of their construction. Perhaps the grace of Udan's plans was even greater than he believed, causing the advanced Southerners to seek out the Covenant first, before allowing his people's pride to cause conflict with a people far more advanced than anticipated. For a brief second there was silence, as each party sized up the other. Abram ended it, sliding off his horse and looking the Prinnian in the eye, as his vanguard did the same.

"We came as soon as conveniently possible upon hearing that your people wished to greet us so generously. My name is Abram Laron, Archon of the Covenant, Leader of the First Founding, and Architect of Zelbae's Chapters. At my side stand my firstborn son Isaac Laron, Chapter Master of the Seventh Chapter, his Chapter's Chaplin Lucien Stark, Librarian Constantine Sangrey, and First Company Justicar Brennard Stark. Our journey was not long, nor was it, thankfully, with incident, though it was remarkable by the fact this is the first time in our history that a Chapter has left our borders, and not been on Crusade. No doubt you, yourself, have heard of our Templar bringing order to the lands North of your mountains. Even so your city in comparison to what cities I have helped found and build is truly remarkable. No doubt your builders keep your city's secrets, though perhaps one day, when the trust we start this here flourishes, we too may learn a few small secrets."

Abram again paused, looking down the roads and at each of the buildings, studying them intently as his men did the same. He was truly intrigued by the way each building was shaped, while his son and Justicar were looking for traps, soldiers, spies, and escape routes; A habit from their training in the 7th Chapter. As if he had forgotten Rhinard entirely from the awe the buildings instilled in him, Abram brought his hand away from his chin and energetically opened them as he roared out.

"But of course! Forgive me, where are my manners! Your city, is indeed well defended and secure, and I hope you understand that my convoy was to ensure our protection through the worst of the wild mountain passageways. Here of course I have your men to defend me, so it is no trouble to have nine of my ten companies camp on the outskirts of your city. If they are not content to camp on safe ground, then they would have never been allowed to become a Templar after all. All that I would ask in turn, would be to let some of my honor guard ferry them some of your Empire's fresh produce. Something I'm sure they would appreciate. It would after all be easier to convince my people the merit of trading for some of your exotic by our standards tastes, if we already had a hunger for them, no? Otherwise there should be absolutely no problem from herein, forth. Brennard! Take the second to ninth companies to a suitable place to make camp, and be back once done."

Brennard remounted immediately, and with a single gesture caused much of the halted column to reverse away from the capital in formation. Soon the command carried out like a wave, marching to where they would camp.

"Now Rhinard, if you could kindly guide us to where we will rest and meet your leaders. There is after all, much we have to discuss."

[The knights of kings]

Brandenital was a beautiful city indeed, being one of the largest in the world it stood as a testament to the survivability of the Prinnian Reich. The main attraction being the massive domed palace at the end of the main boulevard and the equally gigantic victory arch which loomed many stories above the rest of the city. Atop the dome was an impressive gold eagle clutching a hooked cross with its wings spread as if to greet the sun itself. The plaza like road was carefully tiled in patterns and the buildings lining the main road where several stories tall glass windows letting the luxury of sunlight into the carefully crafted estate rooms. Rhinard knew the cities immense beauty in impressing the diplomats and allowed them to absorb the slightly yellow buildings as they had been crafted by smooth sandstone. His assistant Valdo shifted uneasily in the silence but held his tongue as Rhinard had expected from a disciplined soldier. When the silence was drawn to a close by Abram whose roaring voice brought everyone back to reality Rhinard's face tugged about another elegant smile.

"I am glad to hear nothing went wrong on your travels." Rhinard exclaimed clapping his gloved hands together. He dismounted as well to be on the same level as everyone else, though Valdo stayed seated. "Ah yes the capitol is a beautiful sight indeed! The construction is very...Prinnian shall we say." Rhinard chuckled slightly. "Though I am sure once relations have been created we would gladly spread some of our techniques with our brothers to the north! As for your men a company is fine and we would gladly feed your men for the duration of their stay here. In fact we had planned to feed everyone as it was undoubtly a tiresome journey through the mountains. Now that the formalities have been taken care of I shall indeed lead you to the Fuhrer, he is quite excited to meet you all" Remounting he reared his horses head towards the large metal doors which blocked entrance to the bridge. They creaked and whined but the whirl of gears was very distinguishable, slowly the doors seemed to withdraw into the walls themselves leaving them an entry way into the city.

"If you would all be so kind as to follow me." Rhinard waved them on as he took the lead across the bridge. Hooves clottered across the stone bridge into the crown of the empire. The first sight would be the entrance palace which was a series of tall buildings at every bridge to give the impression of moving into a different area entirely. Its tall yellow tinted walls stretching several stories tall into the blue sky, the white pillars complementing them. Red crimson banners displaying the hooked cross hung in the air from the ceiling and a fountain sprayed out four columns of water into the open air. The tiled floor was swept to keep its shine even though horses trampling over it made it rather difficult. At the center of the fountain was a statue made of gold of a man holding a flag out, his stern eyes and small mustache demanding respect from all who passed his gaze. Rhinard pulled his horse around the fountain and pointed at the statue as they passed by without hesitation.

"That is the first Fuhrer holding the real Blutfahne, that flag is as old as the country itself see the deep crimson? Apparently this flag was bathed in the blood of our first Fuhrer's followers truly an inspiring tale to us all." Rhinard kept pace and passed through the entry palace into the main road, trees lining the road as citizens made their way to their homes or market. Though Rhinard had arranged for another little surprise on the way to the palace, at the exit of the entry palace a group of soldiers stood in three organized lines, with one man standing before them all. Rhinard gave a wave and the man turned stiffly and raised his baton and the soldiers armed with exotic instruments began to play. Music drifted through the air in an almost marching fashion. This sudden playing of music drew a crowd from local restaurants and people making their way through town. They waved at the odd men who came to their city. Several beautiful young women who where part of an all girls troop waved hankerchiefs at the young men flashing smiles and kisses.

The walk through the victory arch was magnificent, its height so tall one could scarcely see the tiny men renovating its ornate carvings at the top. After that they continued to the dome it was the largest of its kind in the known world. Standing nine hundred and fifty feet tall it towered like the home of a god. Rhinard drew his horse across the plaza and to the iron gates adorned with golden eagles clutching the hooked cross. The gates opened into another plaza this one with an even greater fountain and pillars displaying the crimson flag. Guards marched around in groups of two their boots clicking against the stone, at the center of the plaza stood a man surrounded by heavily armed knights brandishing large swords. The man at the center wore a simpler version of the uniform of Rhinard it being a tannish color. A smile crossed his lips as they drew closer. Rhinard instantly dropped to his feet and saluted stiffly and with much gusto shouted the phrase of honor.

"Hiel Hitler!" Rhinard shouted, Valdo did the same. The Fuhrer smiled and raised his hand and was quick to gaze upon his guest favorably, a cheerful smile crossed his lips. He was a middle aged man with the same mustache as the first fuhrer keeping with Prinnian tradition. He was handsome with brown hair slicked back beneath his cap.

"Welcome to the Volkshalle! I am Fuhrer Kital Hitler one of the many in a long line of the Hitler dynasty. I am pleased to see such esteemed men at my palace entrance. Please let us not waste any time outside instead let us talk over a meal!" AS he said with wasting no time he turned and headed for the gigantic dome. The guards followed and Rhinard let the rest pass before going himself.

Before long they were all seated at a large table covered with plates of many delicious dishes, everything from full pigs to lobsters covered in other goods. The ornate wooden chairs and large candle stands made the room feel no less than royalty. The table was long and placed in the center of the dome which went high into the air. This was where the fuhrer met with his advisors but for now it was for eating. The table seated everyone including the company, several mages cast spells to turn the dome into a replica of the starry sky. The fuhrer rasied his glass.

"Now to business, again welcome to Prinnia!"

[Dbrought]

Each step further into the city gave Isaac and his first company another moment of wonder and awe. He had seen much during his twenty nine years of life, but by comparison to all else the Prinnian city was by far the most impressive thing made by mortal powers alone, that he had ever encountered. If what the man named Rhinard had said was true, then perhaps one day Zelbae's cathedrals and chapters could one day appear as buildings that truly portrayed their devotion to Udan. Perhaps even Rhinard himself would one day become a "true" brother in the service of Udan, but it would be his own choice in that matter. More than anything else this day would mark the turning point for the entire continent.

Abram happily noted how no expense seemed to spared for both the Prinnian's capital, and for their welcome. The monuments they saw only further pleased his decision to accept this meeting of nations, as an Empire that could build so lavishly, was surely a powerful economic partner to be had. Zelbae was far from being weak or famished, but it was readily understood by the Council that it was perhaps one of the world's newest powers. Despite their early gains and relentless expansion, the Covenant still heavily relied on the ruins of long dead ancient cities and fortresses to control its lands and protect its people. If Zelbae was to flourish, it would need to build and invest heavily in new industry and infrastructure to remain a viable world power as the Word of Udan continues to spread. In order to do this Abram believed that an alliance with the Prinnians was vital to maintaining control of their lands, stability of the continent, and expansion beyond.

The Prinnian Fuhrer looked much simpler and youthful than Isaac had expected. He did not before have any true image of how the leader of the Prinnian Empire would appear, but to his surprise the appearance of the man before him made him feel hopeful. If this day proceeded as his people hoped, then there would certainly be a long period to strengthen the relationship between Prinnia and Zelbae over the course of Kital Hitler's healthy and long rule. Already the man seemed eager to meet and feed Isaac's people, and that alone gave him a feeling of good will to the leader of the Prinnians.

As they took their seats at the ornately decorated hall, it was Isaac that spoke first.

"You and your people's invitation here Fuhrer Hitler, is most appreciated. Though if I may leave that to be my only pleasantry to get to business, then I praise your call for efficiency, for as a fellow leader of men I too, have much respect for such a call. As your message to my people is evidence enough, we are the two largest powers of these Northlands, and soon will control every piece of these lands. I will not lie, that is is truly fortunate indeed that you sent word to us first, as in doing so you affirmed much of my Theocracy's leadership that you had indeed recognized our growth and power over the lands North of the mountains and were willing to be cordial, kind, and generous. Understandably, if your people had remained silent to us, then perhaps years from now we may have grown suspicious. Something I'm sure neither of us would prosper as greatly as we can now from. You offering of an alliance between our people, cemented by the hand of your daughter, is something I will happily accept as proof that you and your people are among the those our Lord Udan has taught us to accept with open arms of acceptance and friendship. Something that after years of Crusades, reaffirms my hope that there are some mortals capable of being something beyond others. To repay your offer with some of our own, we think that it is vital that we make the mountain passages that connect our lands filled with merchants and traders free to trade with each other in goods, and accepting of both our coins. That I believe will form the foundation of a cordial relationship and alliance, though before I digress into further opinions, is there anything that you believe we should offer as and essential foundation in your view?"

[The knights of kings]

Kital sat quietly as his guest spoke moving only to take a sip from his glass, his face held a calm calculating charm, one befitting a leader. Once his guests had finished and turned to him for his input he laced his lips with a charismatic smile. He took a bite from the lobster and rice set before him and carefully dabbed his lips with a white cloth which he placed beside his food. He nodded and gave everyone a glance ensuring eye contact with all those of importance before him.

"You flatter me sir, Prinnia is always happy to receive guests especially some of such great esteem as yourselves. I should be the one to be appreciative that such a renowned family may grace me at my table." The fuhrer's voice flowed smoothly as someone used to speaking to large numbers of people at a time. "You are correct in your assumption that we have come to recognize you as the rising power in the north, both your people and your religion have become of great interest to our lands. We are in awe of your great success and we are also aware that your people had we not have secured relations would have come into conflict with our own. Now I whole heartily agree to your proposal to a mountain pass, I am aware your journey must have been treacherous due to this. I have already assembled enough men and materials for the job but I would insist to show the relations between our nations that it be a joint venture. Until than I am aware your country has no naval fleet, with the road under construction as you propose our ships will transport your goods free of any tax or tariff. In a show of good faith the prinnian riech will absorb the cost." Kital smiled taking a second to sip at his glass and bite from his meal. The clatter of simple silver ware and hungry mouths took the stage for a moment. After several seconds Kital went on.

"I also want to weigh in on the opportunity to go on joint military ventures. We have been observing your armies actions and are quite astounded on how successful your campaigns have been. It is equal to our own lightening war doctrine. Regardless if this is to be a united empire we must discuss the division of the rest of the continent. Such as the question of whether we will divide it amongst whoever takes it or rather go in together and divide both the spoils and the manufacturing capabilities between us as joint custody? We are of the prinnian riech are also aware of the threat of frost trolls though you undoubtedly know more on this than I. Also I know you enjoyed the city streets and I am sure you would we more than willing to help construction in your nation but for something in exchange." Another sip but rather than eat another bite he turned to Rhinard and waved him closer. Kital whispered into his ear and he nodded eagerly. With a pep in his step he darted away. Several moments later he returned a this time though a beautiful girl linked by the arm came with him. Kital flashed a great smile as he waited them to approach closer.

"Gentlemen my daughter and only child princess Lily." Kital spoke fondly. Lily blushed slightly as she glanced at the handsome and strong looking men. With a light bow and lips curled in a sweet smile.

"It is a great honor to meet with such esteemed men. I hope you will find me fitting bride to your people." Her voice calming and soft Kital's smile only grew.

"Aren't these men not the greates example of aryan purity?!" He looked at the blonde northeners. These men clearly resembled the ones the first fuhrer decreed to be the master race. Aryan he had called them, super men above all others even though the first fuhrer himself was not even blonde. Regardless the population had always considered the Hitler dynasty to all ways be the purist of the pure, this was beyond question.

[Latinus]

Diplomacy is a tricky thing. It is the art of convincing someone else to give up as much as possible while retaining as much as you can. Perhaps why merchants and confidence men(Two of the same flock they!) more often made better diplomats than honest men like patricians and farmers.

Spurius Antius Capieo, A portly figure in his blazing white tunic and toga with a purple stripe down the side of the tunic and with dark red calceus were polished to a high sheen with Vestirian pine oil astride his fine golden riding horse and surrounded by guards, slaves, and his son. His short, thinning hair was dyed a dark brown, combed carefully as to cover the center. His dark olive skin was heavily pockmarked and wrinkled around his eyes and mouth with a nose that was bulbous and warty. His hands were big, calloused and adorned in fine rings made of precious metals and shiny gems. His horse was adorned with a bright red caparison with a saddle made of soft brown leather.

His son, Spurius Antius Corvus, a lanky light olive-skinned lad, wore a white tunic and toga and a green colored petasos that shielded him from the sun. He wore silver amulet shaped like a wolf around his neck with a heavy chain on his hands was a single silver ring with a dark blue sapphire.

His ten guards, wearing white linothorax cuirasses with red borders marking the edges and bronze Attica type helms with red plumes and armed with a xyston and a kopis. One of them carried a red wool triangular banner depicting a eagle and marked “S.P.Q.A” in gold thread.

His slaves walked or drove carts pulled by oxen, wearing simple tunics of white linen and straw sandals.

The capital city was growing in their vision, a neat, idealistic vision of a city, with the imperial palace looking all the while like a great golden pumpkin growing out of the white. Around them were the less appealing forts and guard posts surrounded by that alien weed known as “Barbed wire”. The strange helms and oddly appealing clothes were a constant source of distraction for the column, especially the young Spurius Antius Corvus, who had voiced a desire to obtain a set himself, until his father slapped it out of him one night when they had stopped.

“Onward!” Capieo’s oily voice barked “We shall ride until we are within sight of the gates!”

[Dbrought]

Abram studied the Fuhrer as his son spoke of the proposals and point they had previously agreed be on the table. He is charismatic, vibrant, and in his manners most adept at lathering his words with sweet generosity, without making them too sweet. Most definitely he would be a "Builder" should he ever feel Udan's divine will installed upon him, and a dammed good one at that. To your credit my son, you certainly have his full attention. It is not just what you are saying though. What are you seeing in my son, beyond words Kital Hitler?

Isaac drew close to the princess steeping down on one knee, and bending his head to her hand, kissing it gently. "You are every bit as beautiful as I heard, and more so even to my own eyes." Isaac rose, dwarfing her in comparison to his towering height and build, in his armor. Isaac then looked at the princess in her eyes, as if trying to see the soul beneath them. "I do not yet know you, though I swear my life I will protect and honor you, so that in comparison our nation's alliance will seem trivial to those who see truth in the world."

And the boy means it as well. She is indeed a pretty one, and the Fuhrer's only heir. If the marriage alone can be agreed upon, then anything else will at the least be listened to at the table.

Abram paused to let his son's words sink into both of the Hitler's ears, and then let his voice puncture the silence before it could fester awkwardness. "We are indeed a pure family in our honor, faith, and breeding, though sadly I know not the word Air-E-An, by which you hold us to such praise. In terms of your counter offer, of making the effort to secure the roads between us a joint one, I see no better way to further foster our people's trust for one another than to have us work together to secure safe passage. As for your assessment of my people's navy, or rather lack there of, you are correct. Our Crusade across the Northlands was swift, but never at any point had it required the seas to achieve our goals. The Council, however, has seen the merits of building one, though it seems many believe that we should solve the issues of the continent, before we fluster at our lack of ships. Again, your offer to transport our goods on your ships is most generous. Perhaps even some of our merchantmen, and craftsmen, may get a look at your vessels, and use your navy to design our own in the future."

"In matter of military, I see no reason why myself and my battle brother would not welcome the sight of your men fighting alongside ours. As you seemingly have heard, my Templar brethren, as we speak are Crusading through the lands of Icefell. Our tactics and methods come from the lessons we learned during first founding. When we were still few, and the chaotic bandits, wild men, and vampires many only by making one of us equal to ten of them, could we keep our people safe long enough to nurture what we would build. Each and every Brother in our armies now have been training since the day they could first hold a staff in their hands. When they were not training, they would tend to the forges. Our steel is second to nothing we have encountered, save that which was spell forged by an ancient empire that used to call this continent theirs. In time, even their armor's secrets will become our own and donned by my Brothers. Or so the Librarians say. Even still our greatest advantage is in someways our weakness. I and the other Chapter Masters have long been planning a campaign against the Ice Trolls that have infested the eastern mountains and hills. In direct combat, we are victorious every time, though hunting the tribes in their territory has proven troublesome. We simply do not posses enough men to hunt the nomads in a land they become practically invisible in. In matters of sovereignty, however, I think your Empire, and my Covenant do not see thing exactly the same."

"Some leaders may see their Empire with borders, that mark the end of their lands. We see our Empire as people, not increments of earth. The Covenant itself, claims no ground as its own, but rather claims every man woman and child that serves our Lord Udan. In a way it works almost the same. To protect an Empire of people, you still must post Sentinels to watch over them, sow seeds to feed them and build walls to protect them. With the Trolls gone, you may claim as much of the land for your own as you choose, so long as we can claim any who wish to be a part of our faith."

[The knights of kings]

Prinnian Gate

Prinnian guards clicked their heels as they shoulder their long crossbows, crossbows had long since been decided as the primary weapon of the infantry. This being because long ago the ancestors had used something very similar and many military tactics depended on ranged combat rather than melee. Though these crossbows had a short sword attached towards the ends, an ancient word known as bayonet. Yet short swords had also been provided for an enemy who managed to get past these men. Prinnian guards moved robotically, stepping with precision and discipline. The crimson flag fluttered sleepily in the afternoon winds though it emanated both fear and respect. The sun basking the land in both warmth and light. This was perfect weather for traveling and so it was a foreign diplomat made his way to the city and heart of the Prinnian Reich. An officer of the watch was the first to recognize the column of men making its way through the main roads. Instantly he snatched a pair of binoculars off his neck strap and peered into the glasses. A group of figures bearing down on their position left him slightly uncomfortable on what to do. Many travelers and traders made their way in and out of the capital. Though these men were different, not only did they have banners fluttering in the breeze but also well-armed men at the lead, moving relatively quickly. Deciding to play it safe he would not alert the main garrison, yet rather inform the guard’s men on patrol outside the fort. As the convoy approached the main bridge a soldier, his stalhelm glittering in the sunlight, held ups his hand in the universal sign to halt. When they were within shouting distance he proceeded.

"I need to see your travel and identification papers pleas." The soldier spoke sternly. "Or if you are a foreign traveler I need to know where your from and your business here in the Reich."

Several other hooves could be heard out from the other side of the bridge. A pair of well-armed knights appeared, their large war horses snorting with pride. The breastplates of these knights where emblazoned with double lightening runes. The SS as there were known as around the country, elite paramilitary forces known as the Fuhrer's bodyguards.

Volkshalle palace

Kital dabbed his lips as a servant quickly removed his dirtied plate replacing it with a small piece of cake. He pushed this aside for the time being and continued to listen with what appeared as the utmost interest. His eyes moved calculatingly and a smile sat on his face with the intention of showing good faith in his current friends and diplomats. He nodded respectfully as Isaac kissed his daughter's hand a good show of respect in his mind. The princess blushed with this flattery and after he spoke the princess saw it fit to plant a peck on his cheek.

"I see no better protector of my honor other than you sir." She smiled. "I know that once we come to know each other that our prosperity will be share with our united empire."

After several moments of silence Abram spoke and the fuhrer continued to listen intently. Once he had finished he bit into the cake and let the taste savor in his mouth before speaking his minds.

"I beg for your forgiveness Abram! Aryan is a word from the old language that we speak here. It is a word of great honor and its definition holds to the fact you are both racially pure and worthy of such great treatment. Indeed once my ships arrive I will loan you several ships for your craftsmen to look over, this would be in our benefit as a joint nation due to a standardized navy would be able to make use of any port that is under our control." Kital's words slowly got louder and more charismatic, yet had a soft tone to them.

"If this is how you feel about joint military activity I applaud you for your cooperation. Our armies will ravage the soil of our enemies, my kingdom benefitting from much of the resources whilst your faith gathers worshippers. I am also greatly interested in this steel crafting in which your nation is in possession of. As such we will gladly trade our building resources and building designs in which to create for you temples worthy of your god. We shall here in the capital build a magnificent statue in your nations honor here in the plaza should all go well. Our armies would greatly benefit with enchanted armors, though to speak the truth we are looking into expanding our border south across the waters. There we will surround and conquer the dwarves dwelling in the region to help in our metal casting abilities and improve our current production of crossbows. The librarians of which you speak of, would any be willing to help within the Reich? We could use men devoted to record keeping and enhance our homeland distribution of wealth and improve the economy. The current head of our Reich economics is an offspring from the renowned Speer family who designed our buildings." Kital licked his lips gently as he took another bite.

"Our armies in regards to the conquering of the rest of this continent will be willing to participate. While your men crush the enemies before you mine will move in and install order. We shall deal with those of the enemy forces who lag behind and ensure that our laws and customs be followed. We shall build the walls and sow the seeds as you say. Then we shall allow the people to choose their place within your faith. Those who participate shall help construct and follow our designs on how to till the land and expand our borders. In fact your version of sovereignty fits perfectly with ours in that yours is less emphasis on acquiring land while focusing on constructing a faith. While we wish to create a vast and economically dominate state. With careful planning our strengths and weaknesses will become enter twined until only a powerful empire which will be the leader in production and faith exists."

"I would say that this alliance and eventual joint empire shall become very beneficial and profitable for both parties." Kital's smile grew larger with each passing moments.

[Latinus]

Prinnian guards clicked their heels as they shoulder their long crossbows, crossbows had long since been decided as the primary weapon of the infantry. This being because long ago the ancestors had used something very similar and many military tactics depended on ranged combat rather than melee. Though these crossbows had a short sword attached towards the ends, an ancient word known as bayonet. Yet short swords had also been provided for an enemy who managed to get past these men. Prinnian guards moved robotically, stepping with precision and discipline. The crimson flag fluttered sleepily in the afternoon winds though it emanated both fear and respect. The sun basking the land in both warmth and light. This was perfect weather for traveling and so it was a foreign diplomat made his way to the city and heart of the Prinnian Reich. An officer of the watch was the first to recognize the column of men making its way through the main roads. Instantly he snatched a pair of binoculars off his neck strap and peered into the glasses. A group of figures bearing down on their position left him slightly uncomfortable on what to do. Many travelers and traders made their way in and out of the capital. Though these men were different, not only did they have banners fluttering in the breeze but also well-armed men at the lead, moving relatively quickly. Deciding to play it safe he would not alert the main garrison, yet rather inform the guard’s men on patrol outside the fort. As the convoy approached the main bridge a soldier, his stalhelm glittering in the sunlight, held ups his hand in the universal sign to halt. When they were within shouting distance he proceeded.

"I need to see your travel and identification papers pleas." The soldier spoke sternly. "Or if you are a foreign traveler I need to know where your from and your business here in the Reich."

Several other hooves could be heard out from the other side of the bridge. A pair of well-armed knights appeared, their large war horses snorting with pride. The breastplates of these knights where emblazoned with double lightening runes. The SS as there were known as around the country, elite paramilitary forces known as the Fuhrer's bodyguards.

The column halted and its guards gave way so to let Capieo stand before the soldiers. "Atreus! Hold the banner behind me," Capieo ordered the cavalryman carrying the banner in a loud whisper when he passed "and for the gods sake, flutter it a little!" The cavalryman complied.

That done, Capieo turned to face the patrol "My name is Spurius Antius Capieo," He proclaimed in deeply accented but otherwise understandable Hyadin "and I have been discharged by the Senate and People of Aquilonia to confer and negotiate trade and possibly deeper diplomatic relations with the peoples of Prinnia. I would ask if you could kindly escort my group to the Curia."

[Dbrought]

As Kital resumed his increasingly charismatic reply, Abram took a generous, but polite sip of the wine offered in his goblet. It was slightly sweeter than expected to his own surprise, though of very fine quality. In Zelbae rich and bitter ales were the most common in the many taverns and chapter houses. Perhaps they would be an acquired taste the Prinnian's, but if his people could enjoy sweet, why would some Prinnians not learn or have already acquired a taste for bitter. He made a mental note to have it listed as one of the things the Covenant would gladly trade for, and listened further to Kital became even more enthused by how the negotiations were proceeding.

Issac, meanwhile, parted parted his closeness from the princess becoming her to sit down at the table next tom him so they both may enjoy her father's generosity. For Isaac the finely crafted chair was the first place he had sat upon since he mounted his horse near dawn, if one did not think of riding as sitting. Princess Lily was indeed extraordinarily beautiful, and carried herself quite gracefully. She resonated with powerful energy, taking after her father who channeled his seemly without effort into his charisma. He was most definitely a "Builder" destined to lead men, but spoke as well as any fine spoken "Herald" Isaac had met. Isaac wondered what type of soul such a man's daughter would be.

Abram found Kital's views and methods both intriguing and reassuring. Even in his word Aryan, Kital's words thoughts and plans meshed perfectly with Abram's and the Council's. Kital's deep respect for purity, was perhaps the single greatest point that made Abram decide without doubt that they would always understand one another.

"And how could it not!" Abram chimed in upon finishing the last sip of his goblet. "We both seek to expand, and wish to hinder neither of us. This continent will always be our start; our origin. Our dream to expand out faith does not end with the sea, nor will it ever end, until Udan commands it. If we are to hold to the standard upon which we preach to our people, we cannot allow ourselves to ever falter in their practice. So long as there is not one people, one spirit, one host uniting every good soul in this world together our mission will not end. With your help, that vision will be seen to fruition. How could we after all see that their souls be cared for, and in good service purified, if we did not seek every opportunity to care for and allow their mortal bodies carry on well.

I will see to it that my Librarians oversee your smiths in learning the art of spell forging, as they are taught of your building techniques. As per your records I will see to it that the Council appoints a Deacon to remain here in your capital with his retinue. Perhaps to explain, the title Librarian is given to the most powerful and gifted mage of their respective Chapter. Their job is to nurture each of the Chapter Brothers' magical abilities, in addition to exploring the secrets of every magic and spell we come across. In these duties they excel. To matters of running the Church though it is the Deacons that serve as the eyes, ears, and muscle that runs the Covenant. The Council of Archons interpret and deliberate how to best carry out Udan's will, but it is the Deacons that apply our decisions to actions. A single Deacon, with his retinue of Executors, Cerebrates, Adjutants and Scribes, would be best at providing the record keeping and enhancements to your Empire to which you speak. They will be sent for immediately if you so wish, and remain as long as you need, provided they are allowed to use the place they shall rest in as an embassy of our state.

Otherwise I feel that there is very little else we must deliberate this midday growing towards evening, save that of the wedding plans, as no doubt matters of military will be seen by our commanders, and drafts of this alliance treaty will be seen to by our staff. Is there anything else you wish to discuss before I devour the fine meals you have set before me, and then retire with my Brothers in the quarters you so graciously provided?"

[The knights of kings]

Prinnian Gate

The soldiers approached cautiously as they had been trained, crossbows ready to shoot a bolt straight through their armor and flesh. One gave the diplomat a stern once over and lifted up several pouch lids with his crossbow to scan for any weapons. They found nothing suspicious and allowed the band of diplomats to enter the city; the SS knights offered their assistance to lead them to the palace and began to cross the bridge. An officer who did not say his name rode silently behind them as they passed through the entry palace. A golden statue of the first Fuhrer holding his hand rose in a salute and a crimson flag in the other. They made their way up the main road soldiers watching carefully, fully aware of the men’s presence. Finally the SS officer spoke his voice stern but polite.

"So gentlemen this is our fine capitol! You are here to speak with the Fuhrer but presently he is in a meeting with several other men from the north. I would have to ask you wait until they are finished until an audience can be considered." The officer spoke the last part with emphases, as if to say considered was the key word.

Volkshalle palace

Kital smiled and continued to nod as the men continued to explain their current situation. All had gone well, a new day was dawning for everyone he could feel it in his bones. With the Northerners help they could dominate the world if they so choose, yet plans had already been set in motion, he looked with tired eyes at his daughter who pleasantly was giving her soon to be husband a look over. His smile kept on beaming when Abram finished and gazed at him he nodded again in reply, these men had met his standard of racial purity and he could only hope for good things out of this newly formed alliance.

"You are correct sir; all shall be taken care besides the wedding preparations, which we can handle as it is our offspring. Though before we depart this place for rest I must ask that you join me at the military review! It was placed in your honor and it would be a shame that you should not attend for several moments. After that you can rest to your heart’s content." Kital looked at them eagerly awaiting their answer.

"I am also pleased that these deacons may help with our organization here, as of late our government has grown slow and fat and if we are to expand greatly we must replace it with a better more efficient government. Regardless I feel great things coming out of our unity and am excited."

[Latinus]

Prinnian Gate

The soldiers approached cautiously as they had been trained, crossbows ready to shoot a bolt straight through their armor and flesh. One gave the diplomat a stern once over and lifted up several pouch lids with his crossbow to scan for any weapons. They found nothing suspicious and allowed the band of diplomats to enter the city; the SS knights offered their assistance to lead them to the palace and began to cross the bridge. An officer who did not say his name rode silently behind them as they passed through the entry palace. A golden statue of the first Fuhrer holding his hand rose in a salute and a crimson flag in the other. They made their way up the main road soldiers watching carefully, fully aware of the men’s presence. Finally the SS officer spoke his voice stern but polite.

"So gentlemen this is our fine capitol! You are here to speak with the Fuhrer but presently he is in a meeting with several other men from the north. I would have to ask you wait until they are finished until an audience can be considered." The officer spoke the last part with emphases, as if to say considered was the key word.

The column obediently submitted to the search, only their horses shifting. Once the Prinnians had their satisfaction, they followed the knights, politely ignoring the officer tailing them.

The City, when they entered, was like stepping into another world. The architecture, while decidedly similar to Aquila, was uncomfortably sterile. The citizens were like any another but they had a different energy from Capieo's Forum or the caravan guard's Poleis, which made the guards and the slaves uncomfortable. The banners, with their sun crosses, were pleasant enough but were repeated so much and in such a way that Capieo joked that they must be in the middle of a military camp. The statues were typical of a capital, generals, leaders, commemorations and such with the pleasant bonus of Victory arches and triumphal columns (hallmarks of Aquilonian public art) but they were rendered in a strange, almost parody-like fashion. Everything had either the touch of the military or featured a obsession with death.

Corvus was enjoying himself immensely. A young man, still imbued with the adventurousness of youth, was endlessly fascinated by everything he saw. When he picked up on was seemed to be the standard gesture for greeting, not terribly unlike the military salute in the Aquilonian Legions, he gave it to everyone the group happened to pass. That seemed to tickle the locals, who gave it back.

When they stopped in front of the front of the golden statue of the Fuhrer, Corvus excitedly imitated the man depicted, his face an expression of wonder and merriment. The officer tailing them said his piece, and departed, leaving them with the company of the knights.

Capieo dismounted and motioned his slaves to bring up the carts with a broad sweeping gesture. They brought the five carts together into a rectangle and the caravan guards took positions flanking the carts. Two of the guards, the one holding the banner and another one tailed Capieo as he made his way around the cluster, their helmets and spear points glistening in the sunlight. Capieo was in rare form, moving with a energy younger then he looked as he took stock of what he had brought. One of the carts was full of Hellenes wine in small amphora packed in straw. These were carefully taken out and given a spit shine by the slave, a older man with dark olive skin, thin curly grey hair, and a full beard who gave special attention to the details in the reliefs of Pripapos and Dionysus.

Corvus on the other hand was with the knights, asking them many questions about Prinnian life and culture.

[The knights of kings]

Hyland paced his horse into a nearby building which was both feared and respected for its power and influence. The doors guarded by two soldiers standing silently, they could have been statues of themselves. He passed under the golden eagle which clutched the hooked cross under its mighty talons, his expression was almost nonexistent, his straight face revealing nothing. When the large double doors opened for him he greeted the clerk and walked up the grand staircase, he passed by a portrait of an unattractive man who wore the first fuhrer's mustache but also had wiry glasses. He continued to climb up until he got to the third floor, it was decorated with pricey marble and no expense was left unpaid to decorate it. He walked across the sparkling mirror like floor and turned at a large oak door; another clerk nodded to him and said he was expected. She opened the door and Hyland took the chance to glance at the beautiful woman whom his boss had hired. She was beautiful but a little ditzy, though he assumed that hardly mattered. Walking in he brushed away the cigar smoke which permeated the air, the riech had lost much of its advanced technology, but evidently cigars was not one of them. He walked in front of the large desk and thrusted his arm into the air while clicking his heels.

"Hiel Hitler!" He shouted with discipline, as strong as anyone raised on the phrase. A thin man glared back at him his black uniform trimmed perfectly, his brown hair shocked with white strips all combed back. A cigar hung limply from his mouth which was formed in an unpleasant straight face. His blue eyes scanning Hyland over and seemed to peer straight through him.

"Can I help you Hyland?" His voice was smooth like every high commander, though he spoke in a non-formal manner and seemed bothered. Hyland stiffened and felt the air in the room tense.

"Ah Reichsführer I have ordered the diplomats to wait in the plaza as you ordered." Hyland snapped to attention. "Though as I am aware the Fuhrer is still in a meeting with the northerners."

"Hmm" The Reichsführer rubbed his angular chin thoughtfully, taking another large puff of his cigar. "Well undoubtly they seek peace but..." He got up from his comfy armchair and walked to the blinds made of fine silk, another expanse for him. He took his free hand and pushed them aside seeing his knights watching over the small caravan. His brows furrowed slightly as he shook his head side to side disapprovingly, these men were Aquilonian. "Why would they cross the sea to come to Prinnia, I am fully aware that their nation or rather their nation's public do not hold us in high regard. Their children had taken a liking to our culture but the elders repressed it. Thinking us spies and mass murderers." He clicked his tongue disapprovingly again.

"Well whatever the reason they came unexpectedly, whatever they offer could have some benefit to the Reich. Our nations may see differently, but coin is coin in the imperial coffers." Hyland smiled cunningly. "How about we handle this, the Fuhrer is busy tending to our neighbors I am sure we can get a writ of conformation to carry out diplomatic policy for the benefit of the Reich. No need to over encumber the Fuhrer with Untermensch JA?" They both laughed quietly and the Reichsführer reseated himself.

"Alright alright." He said still chuckling, "get me that writ and Il see what we can deal with these men."

Hyland saluted and marched away, sometime later he returned a parchment sealed and everything in order. He waved it above his head with a look of triumph on his face.

"Let’s get to work!" Hyland stated eagerly. With that the SS knights moved the diplomats into the SS headquarters, the soldiers asked to stay outside while the diplomats shuffled in. They were brought before a large oak table that could seat many men in a large conference room, the windows allowing the dimming sunlight to flutter into the room. At the door the Reichsführer greeted the men with a firm handshake, gesturing them to take a seat.

"Gentlemen please be comfortable. The Fuhrer is currently busy at the moment but as his right hand I oversee matters which he cannot personally attend to. So please gentlemen let us begin."

[Latinus]

Caepio walked into the conference room, shook the hand of the Reichsfuhrer, and chuckled softly when the Prinnian greeted his slave attendants the same way. He took his seat in a oak chair with cushions made some sort of soft red material with a very pleasant texture. He glanced at the large windows, impressed with their construction and probable expense. He adjusted the folds of his toga as his slave attendants clustered around behind him, nervously clutching their bundles. When the Prinnian officials had sit down across from him, he clasped his big rough hands together in front of him with his many rings and sharp grey eyes sparkling and smiled, his skin wrinkling around his eyes mouth and forehead.

Of course the Reichsfuhrer wanted to jump straight to business. That was a common and quite serious social faux pas in Aquilonia, as it was considered extremely rude. Aquilonians liked to have small talk and try to create mutual feelings of goodwill, since they believed that business was best conducted with one's friends. People from these northern lands just didn't understand that. It was one of the reasons they had "given" this important assignment to Caepio instead of a more "established" member of the Senate.

Established! What a word! It only meant that their daddies had money and political connections and that they were guaranteed choice spots in the political and military hierarchy. It meant that they never had to sell onions with their parents in the Forum or hawk trinkets to foreigners at the docks. Patricians looked down on such trades as merchants, traders, and bankers as base and undignified. But when they needed money, where did they go? To the very merchants and bankers they turned their noses up at in Forum, proud beggars clad in purple. They borrowed, oh yes they borrowed, and then they spent it on fine clothes and fancy dinners with their friends and entertainments for the plebeian masses so they would vote for them come the election day. They borrowed and they spent and they borrowed and they spent until one a man like Caepio would come and they found they couldn't pay. Their daddies were dead or similarly indebted and they hadn't a good war to refill their family coffers with plunder. They would stall and they would send their friends and slaves away and then they would beg, again. And a man like Caepio, who was moderately rich and could eat the loss, why he take them in hand and he would say "It wouldn't do to drag a fine young man with such a established name from his house, trussed like a common slave. It wouldn't do to offer a Senator on the slave blocks downtown or a carve the flesh of man who comes from such a noble family to part it out like a sheep on market day. Your family has done so much for the Republic. I'll cancel the debt, I'll even talk to the others who have claims on you." And then later that year, he would come back calling, saying "I'm running for Quaestor. I think your established name would really put me above the other candidates. And after his year, Caepio was a Homo Novus, a new man reborn in the patrician order. This assignment, which he had created over the quiet objections of those witless sheep in the Senate would propel him into the history books as "The man who opened up the North". Generations of his colleges couldn't say that. But first, the man in front of him.

Caepio snapped an order "Argyros! Wine!" Argyros, a young man with short curly dark brown hair brought a amphora, and another slave produced two finely decorated rock crystal chalices. The slave placed one in front of the Reichfuhrer. Argyros poured fine Hellenes wine into both and set the amphora down. The amphora was a beautiful vessel. It was decorated in black figure style depicting a humorous scene in Aquilonian myth, the god Priapos trying to rape the nymph Lotis and being thwarted by her donkey.

Caepio took the chalice in his right hand, sniffed the wine delicately, held it to the light to check its clarity and satisfied, sipped it. It was a sweet blood red Dorian wine, extremely rare and considered a delicacy from Shie to Numer. Its fragrance was powerful but not overwhelming and it had flavors of cinnamon and nutmeg. He then looked back over at the Reichsfuhrur.

[The knights of kings]

The Reichsführer sat himself across the table from the foreign diplomat; his face expressed nothing but satisfaction at the current occupants of the room. Yet his mind told him he was dealing with sub-humans that should be grateful at the chance on sitting on pure Prinnian soil. The Aquilonians wore many rings, a flashy display at best; the Prinnian's had rather put emphases on more physical appearance. Bodily fitness with trim clothing was the norm in Prinnia yet it became apparent that the man in front of him was neither Prinnian nor a pure Northern man. He was undoubtly a man of power when compared to the slaves which stood behind him, but that meant little in terms of negotiation, though Reichsführer Vesper had a hard time figuring out what they had wanted. So Vesper let this pass for the moment, brows looking up with curiosity, waiting for the man in front of him to speak.

Vesper knew that Aquilonians enjoyed small talk, some strange inefficient social custom they held in high regard. Yet it was simple, Vesper wanted to show that he was in control in this room, further still he wanted to show this was Prinnia and they hardly did dealings with rather new nations. Prinnia was a military powerhouse and while the Aquilonians resided across the sea, did not mean any insults would be taken likely. Unlike the diplomats from the north who were held in high esteem, these people had always been at odds with them, so it was strange that they had even attempted communications. He waved to the one of his aids who quickly left the room and returned with a pipe and some tobacco. He took this and thanked her sweetly, watching her fine body sway away to the corner of the room. He picked up the tobacco and stuffed it gently into the pipe whilst lighting a match. When the pipe smoked gently Vesper took a puff exhaling smoke, his eyes though friendly held a dark connotation about them.

When Caepio brought out the wine and the two ornate chalices brought out before him he merely nodded in agreement. Some depictions that he didn't understand surround the chalice though he ignored this for now, perhaps sometime later he would actually come to know what it was trying to depict. When Caepio took the first sip Vesper took the pipe out of his mouth and let the cool liquid rush in, it was good to say the least. He placed the cup down with a pleasant smile and took another puff of his pipe.

"So what is it you fine gentlemen would like to discuss with the Prinnian Riech?" Vesper commented as if it were an afterthought. "Surely you would not make such a long journey for nothing?"

[Latinus]

Caepio breathed in, inhaling the smell of the wine and the second hand smoke from Vesper. "Damn," He thought, " Today couldn't have been different. But barbarians are barbarians. I wonder what that stuff he is smoking is, it is not hashish, anyway... ". He started to speak, his voice sounding like gravel and oil "It occurs to the Senate of Aquilonia that our nation has only irregular and non-sanctioned trade with both your nation and the fine nation to the north of yours. It is the hope of the Senate that we remedy this, especially in light of the fact that we plan to establish a colony on a chain of some islands to the south east of your nation. It is currently inhabited by some people called the "ebony men" and the "stone trolls", no big deal but you know. This wine is but a sample of of the goods that can be found in our nation." He continued, motioning the slaves behind to display their goods in turn, "We have other things like Fuller's Earth and ammonia salts, which keep our clothes clean. We have access to dyes that can change your bolts of cloth to any color you can think of. We have Garum, a fish paste," The ignorant slave, a tawny youth with brown hair streaked with black started to started to unseal the amphora. Caepio noticed, quickly turned around and shouted "Don't open that! We're talking here!" The slave quailed, and held the jar out, trembling. Under Caepio's stern glare, he retreated behind his fellows. Caepio turned back around and chuckled "Sorry, these new slaves are dull as mules. Anyway, Garum is a fish paste made on our southern coasts. It smells terrible, but it tastes pretty good when mixed with your more aromatic spices and spread onto your meat dishes and shellfish. Women go crazy for the stuff, especially when they are bleeding or in the early stages of being pregnant." On he continued for some time, going through various goods and sundries like lead face paint, and fireproof asbestos-lined cloth when he finally got to the piece de resistance."This is will amaze you." Caepio grinned. The last slave hefted a sack and pulled something out of it. It was a chunk of rock, gray in color and perfectly smooth. "This is something that can only be made in very few places in the entire known world," Caepio bantered, trying to work up the energy in the room "It is called concrete, and for all intents and purposes, is man made rock. This stuff can be poured or shaped in any way you need to. Once it hardens, it is fire proof and extremely strong. In bulk, it is easier to transport and cheaper to use then fired bricks plus you really don't have to cut them. It comes as a dust," The slave lifted a handful of it and put it back in the sack, "and you need but add water and pour. In Aquila, we make huge public buildings out this stuff. It made possible our Aqueducts and forms the basis for our roads."

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Vesper nodded slowly leaning back in his chair, his slick black uniform commanding respect as his lips bit around his pipe, if he was amazed by any of these gifts he did not show it. The visor on his cap held the distinct death's head skull glinting gently in the dimming sunlight; his blue eyes almost appeared bored as he puffed another ball of bluish gray smoke into the air. He listened intently but his eyes glanced over Caepio disappointedly, he was not the muscular Aryan that everyone in Prinnia had become. To Vesper Caepio was one who appeared and had the arrogant flaunting of an Untermensch and though his eyes revealed nothing he was writhing inside with indignation. That this man would assume that Prinnia merely wanted this fish paste or simple wine than he had made a grave mistake. Prinnia above all else admired strength, which was why they had decided to join their brothers in the north, though they were not blonde blue eyed as ninety percent of the population of Prinnia they had the muscular state of one. Prinnian's worked on their physical features and worked their minds on complex equations; strength through will, strength through loyalty, strength through unity was the common workers phrase. In this mind set Aquillians had never been exceptionally friendly to Prinnia of vice versa, the nation’s simply too different. Vesper's calculating eyes looked at the numerous rocks on the man's fingers, these meant nothing, the only ring Vesper needed was his SS brand ring which he wore with pride. Aquilonia had so far only brought to the table basic luxuries, something which could be purchased from other nations. They had brought nothing of military value or anything that help the expansionist country in its goals. Thus Vesper listened only to be polite; when Caepio pulled out the familiar block of concrete he was unimpressed.

"I am sorry to displease you but concrete is already common place in Prinnia." Vesper said waving his hand dismissively, "You must have forgotten the large fortresses that scatter our lands have been crafted of the stuff. So far you bring to my attention only trivial luxuries that could be supplied through private means, the state government wishes not to be involved too much in the affairs of the private merchant which these items could mostly enter our lands through."

Vesper tapped his pipe against the ash tray before looking up again, "What Prinnia wants is land." He spoke casually, "I will put it simply, and we would enter this trade agreement should it benefit us in some effective way, such as your nation allowing us to station troops in a colony next to your nation. Supply us with this land and we will see to it that your luxuries make it here. Yet other than the creation of a foreign legion, which Numer is certainly a big contestant with their warrior slaves, Prinnia sees no benefit in dealing with a nation which prudently thinks we are nothing but spies and barbarians."

Vesper stuck up his nose slightly, a smirk crossed his face, yet he spoke the truth. From this Prinnia had nothing of militaristic value to obtain from such a small agreement. Eventually the project would ultimately cost more than it could possibly be worth. Vesper knew this and used it to his advantage to try and dominate over this fledgling country; he also expressed his distaste in anything other than a pure master race.

[Latinus]

Caepio leaned back in his chair, his face twisted into a bemused expression as he processed what the Reichsfuhrer told him. Military advantage, this foreigner says, as if such a thing was to be sold like the trade goods he had turned his nose up at. Aquila's merchant class did business with the sorriest and most despicable people in this world but if this barbarian thought he had coin enough for citizens of the republic to hire themselves out under a foreign master or that Aquilonia had such need of whatever goods that Prinnia could offer that they would willingly let them place a boot on their necks, he was either drunk or stupid. Aquila didn't become what she was today by selling vital military secrets or allowing competitors to seize future living space. This was also a perfect example why it was best Caepio was here and not his more established colleges. An if old warhorse like Augurinus or Dolabella were in his place, the insult would be taken personally, challenges to duel would be issued and things would get messy, diplomacy and a nine to one troop disadvantage be damned.

Caepio drained his glass and set it on the table. He filled his cup purposefully, picked it back up, took a sip and responded while using his wrist to move the rim of the glass in small circles, his voice flippant "That could be problematic. All the good land near us is currently being marked out to give to retiring Legionnaires and the rest is either uninhabitable or overrun with barbarians." He purposely ignored the suggestion of the creation of a foreign legion, as stupid ideas where best killed when people refused to repeat them. "However, perhaps I could offer a bipartite solution. As I mentioned we are going to start a colony on the islands to your southwest. A joint venture between our two peoples could yield great fruit, especially if the fine nation of Zelbae to your north could be persuaded to buy in." The Senate would not like that suggestion one bit but Caepio figured he could quiet them without too much trouble. The planned colony was to be a simple economic animal anyway, planned and operated by businessmen.

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With a last puff of his pipe he gently placed it on the table and folded his hands on the table whilst leaning forward. He had decidedly come to not like his counterpart, a thought which undoubtly occurred to the man across from him as their eyes could have cast ice enchantments. They both had swollen prides and perhaps this was reason the two nations did not see eye to eye, yet the world couldn't be expected to be peaceful. The Reich anticipated the day no more free barbarian land was to be had and war would come, oh yes, the first fuhrer had said they came from a world like that. That the white winter and the red tide all to blame for the reason they had to depart to this strange and exotic land. Prinnia was more concerned on devouring the rest of the continent and unite with the Northern men than to deal with what they considered outside pests. Vesper made a note to do something about this man later; he tapped his fingers against the oak table which echoed softly. He tipped his cap backwards revealing his brown hair and shocks of grey, the smirk didn't leave his face. These men wanted to take the islands to the south, Vesper thought indignantly that this man would take all of Prinnia if he could. Then it hit him, if they wanted the islands let them have it, it would be important to see this man's army in actual action. Prinnia would also be able to swoop in quickly and take the remaining islands, his smile softened.

"Scribe!" He shouted smoothly, a man placed a quill and parchment before him. "Now that is what I am asking for sir! A joint venture would be most pleasing to the Reich. While there is benefit in this government sanctioned trade, two colonies situated next to each other would be most profitable. I ask you in what manner do you intend to conquer these islands? They are quite far from your homeland and supplies would be stretched out, storms are a normal way of life at sea as I believe you are aware."

Suddenly a slamming could be heard in the distance, the distinct sound of arguing in the halls, Vesper leaned back again as the shouting came closer. The double doors swung open with such ferocity it might as well have been a whirlwind breaking through. A tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes and large forehead which glistened with sweat, a scowl placed across his face. Vesper shook his head slowly in disapproval; his eyes meeting this new man dressed smartly in a black uniform not much unlike his own. With a placid tone he leaned his head on his hand as if bored by this new arrival.

"Claus Von Ribbentrop? What in gods blazes do you intend to do bursting into a meeting?"

Claus seethed with anger as he took a seat next to Vesper who continually appeared bored. Claus took a glass of water and downed it as if his life depended on it whilst wiping the sweat off his brow.

"I am the minister of Foreign affairs unless you have forgotten that Vesper." He spat venomously, "I believe negotiations are a part of that! I reserve the right to be here to ensure that you don't mess things over." His eyes found the man across the table and he nodded while the clerk took his officers cap.

"But where are my manners? I am Claus Von Ribbentrop a decedent of the Joachim, I hope your voyage her was pleasant? I also wish to apologize for my partner here he does not understand how the world works." Vesper shot him a glare but Claus continued. "I am the minister of affairs and I think that it is in everyone's best interest that we continue in a peaceful manner." Claus emphasized the last bit as he caught a glance of the diplomat's eyes and those of Vesper.

[Dbrought]

Volkshalle Palace

"But of course my new friend! It would be disgraceful on our parts as guests to not partake in courtesies made specifically for our sake! We would be all honored to attend a show of the great military we hope to soon fight at our side. By all means lead the way."

As the group of Abram, and his bodyguard rose following Fuhrer Kital to where they would see the ceremony the Prinnians had organized, Isaac trailed behind keeping pace with his soon to be wife. Abram continued his jovial small talk with Kital, making a show of expressing his contentment with every sentence Kital spoke. Part complete truth, and part courtesy in honor of all that was being accomplished today, Isaac noted. Isaac always knew his father to be as shrewd and gifted in politics, as he was in battle. Today was yet another moment that his father's gifts had furthered the goals of the covenant. For this Isaac was again his father's faithful tool, and as one of Zelbae's finest implements, his job had only started to begin. Isaac was not by chance selected as the one who would be wed to see to the alliance. He was of the proper age, standing, and of course willing. The wedding, was more than just their union, and to Udan's plan, more than the alliance it would form as well. The spread of Udan's will would not be hindered by enemy, nor friend, and understanding Prinnia in its entirety would be key to ensuring the salvation of the continent. Isaac gazed at his soon to be wife, with both courtesy and intrigue, and then lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear.

"You hide it well my dear, whatever secret you posses. You observe courtesy and your position as your Empire's princess quite well, though that is its extent isn't it. I do no think for a second that you are only the daughter of your father and nothing more. Your secret is something else hidden in the character you play for us. Whatever it is, you hide well, and for my part something I do not think I will see should not choose to show. It is not my intention to threaten, I only wish you to understand that you are not the only actor from the start of everything that is to come. You can keep hiding the darkness or light you hide-" Isaac backed away ever so slightly to turn and give Lily a smile from the real man he was. One who had gazed into the purity of a god, and the madness that lived in the shadows. "-or when you trust me, you may find you aren't the only one who bears saints and demons within."

[Latinus]

Caepio was about to respond to the Reichsfuhrur when he was suddenly startled by the sudden intrusion of a rather vigirous man who burst into the hall. Startled he was struggling to compose himself when the man, a Von Ribbentrop as the Reichsfuhrur called him, sat down, barked at his college, and downed a glass of water. Ribbentrop then introduced himself as Caepio found his words.

"Ah, I am Spurius Antius Caepio delegate from the Senate of Aquilonia, my voyage was rather pleasant, thank you Minister Ribbentrop. The Reich certainly has created idea traveling conditions from your more southern ports. I was just in the middle of discussing a possible trade agreement and colony plans with your, college? Um, he had passed on creating a sanctioned trade agreement with our government but he had expressed interest in a joint venture with a colony on the lands to the south. " He stopped talking, unsure what to say next.

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Volkshalle Palace

Kital ushered the group back to the entrance all the while going on about future projects the two newly united nations could achieve. The soldiers escorted them and though Kital continued on Lily was somewhat withdrawn. Her short black hair and piercing blue eyes veiled in unknown thoughts, those that some would rather go on not knowing. She had a grace along with a role to play, thus she was both excited and afraid of being married to the man near hear as her shoes clicked against the marble floor. Isaac was very attractive, tall and well-built he was the image of an Aryan in her father's eyes; he was also the image of Prinnian attractiveness. She on the other hand was shorter, only reaching his chin, yet her well curved figure made up for this. Though the doubt came not from figure or his, but rather from the fact what she was, different. Her thoughts shrouded her vision and she followed the back of her father as she had always done ever since she could walk. Her mother Alana was always tied up in her alchemy and brilliant mind, Lily had always her mother's work but wanted to follow in her father's shadow. She was already well known in the Reich for her public works and benevolent relationship with the underprivileged, yet she still felt looked in a gilded cage. Her thoughts distracted her so much that she was unaware of Isaac leaning in next to her. When his voice crept into her ear she almost leapt back from shock, yet his voice was both soothing and commanding reminding her of her father. As he whispered to her she gripped his sleeve tightly, pulling him so that their shoulders touched softly.

As they left the palace behind and they paced across the large plaza the crowds could be heard cheering en mass. Yet Lily peered into Isaac's eyes, her hand still gripping his sleeve, her face filled with question.

"Isaac..." Her voice soft as a whisper, "Are you afraid of Udan? Would he make such creatures so horrible that they plague the world?" Her usually mischievous eyes where solemn. Yet Before Isaac could answer they had left the plaza and entered the main road, thousands where gathered on the sides officers could barely hold the crowd back. Kital walked onto a raised platform rising above the sea of people, the crowd waved small banners both Prinnian and Zelbae as the Fuhrer stood on the edge of the platform the crowd grew ecstatic, saluting with their arms thrust into the air saying the ancient phrase in unison. Kital Saluted stiffly back as he greet a line of high ranking officials standing beneath him. The parade started as a military band played beautiful music. Then down the main boulevard a column of well-disciplined soldiers that seemed never ending passed by, knights clattered alongside. The crowd cheered excitedly as the units which passed in front of Kital began goose stepping, a march unique to Prinnia. The officer saluted as they marched by, yet this was all background to Lily who took her place next to Isaac.

Elsewhere

"Ah Caepio!" Claus snapped to attention as he looked at the drafted treaty, nodding satisfactorily he placed it down. "Hmm well everything seems in order and the conquering of those islands would benefit national pride as we expand east."

He tapped his chin softly as he glanced at Caepio. "What do you want to benefit from this deal?"

[Latinus]

Caepio beamed "Ah! Yes well, that is rather simple, my good Minister," He snapped his fingers twice and one of the slaves handed him a map, "this is the best map we have of the proposed colony to the south. The area is ruled by a race of men known at the Nahuatl. They are a primitive barbaric culture, using stone weapons and allegedly tearing the hearts out of sacrificial victims to offer to their gods. They are divided into three kingdoms denoted by their capital cities as you see, and reports place them as being quite large perhaps twenty thousand souls apiece. The rest is jungle and swamp. However, these men have the great fortune to sit on some of the richest gold and silver mines to exist in this world and fairly sizable gemstone mines too. The proposal is quite simple, we land a contingent of settlers at one or more of these three colony sites, build a thriving colony, integrate ourselves into the local fabric, and when they are sufficiently advanced enough, we take over, possibly through diplomatic means or create some sort of crisis and resolve it that way." He sat back, satisfied, and looked at the men in front of him.