The Mystria Prosperity Convention [Closed|ATTN Mystrians]

[Princess Luna]

Luna smiled broadly, and bowed her head in thanks to Primus, “Of course,” she said, “your guess would be right, friend. Let us go somewhere more private,” she said, and led the high king, and his most immediate bodyguards into one of the Council buildings’ courtyards, under the warm tropical sunlight. “We feel that we may help bridge the gulf between the High Culture and the unfathomable foreigners who are here.

“Within the ethics of the Rohanians, and most realms here present, the consensus is that verbal jests that directly address some characteristic of people that is innate and unalterable, go beyond merely impolite. We, speaking of myself, do not see it that way for we were raised in earlier times, but a great many do. Some go so far as to see it as a form of public violence, and constitutes an assault on their dignity.

“In your culture it would be normal to respond to feeling as insulted as they do with a challenge to resolve the matter with a duel, this isn’t something most foreigners would do, as you know, most cultures have abandoned the sense of mortal offence that drives the culture of duelling.

“In much of the world the idea of killing someone for honour is mostly regarded as only somewhat less abhorrent if it is in a duel than if it is in the context of an honour-murder as is done in realms far beyond the Mystrian shore.

“But you must understand that the offence given is very great. They feel that their honour has been slighted. If it were you, you might offer to resolve this in a duel, for you are a culture of action, which is the same reason that we interceded for the Invasion of the Scanderan lands to be brief and is the same reason that this is hard to understand.” For after Vorradian campaign Luna had made sure that the invasion of the picturesque Imeriata was handled with the lightest touch.

“The Federation’s cultures are people of action, in an old way, to whom words in jest are no heavy thing. That is not the same for the foreigners.

“They are most upset, though they are a void to me that I can tell clearly enough, and they will sit at home and plot how to harm the Federation over this.

“We know this is strange to you, we had something of a similar culture shock in trying to adjust to modern Equestria, of course, but if you could give a more forthright apology for your man’s jest, it would mean much to them, and it would make you seem magnanimous, and show the civilized nature of the Federation. They will otherwise go home thinking that such jests are true representations of your people.”

[Imeriata]

"Starting to plot to bring about the downfall of our realms just now?" Primus said with a bitter laugh "My royal princess, most people in that conference is sitting and doing that even as we speak! Had the yest not been made by one of our subjects are we certain it would not have been recieved half as poorly, most of them are just looking for reasons to despise us!" He added in the same bitter tone even if he admited "But aye, 'twas in poor taste and worry not the young Graf will get a stern talking to!"

"Furthermore will we offer an apology on the behalf of our subject would Roläningarna want one and pay whatever weregild they desire within reason, but they seemed less than happy to accept one from young Graf Birger auf Otwaliberg! Despite the fact that they offered insult first to us, and in far worse degree, something we cannot help but to notice that did not result in neither censor nor reprimand from herr Telissat!" The monarch continued with a heavier sight as he himself withdrew a bit into whatever shade he could find, being clearly less happy about the tropical weather.

"At times it is enough to make one wonder if we would not just be better off leaving the rest of the world to it's own devices and us keeping to our own domains!"

[Rohane Alista]

Written with C'Tan

The Hotels assigned to each party in the Glorelheim conference were expensive, Crystal Spires had a well renowned reputation for tourism and each delegation had their own separate building, with floors to themselves and in most cases space for more than a hundred support staff, as well as conference areas assigned to themselves. The Rohane Alistan delegation were no exception, and their residence in the Grand Tide Hotel was well appointed, on the generous tab of the conference, as each and every delegation’s.

Telissat Amris arrived on foot with a bare minimum of an escort, he could have teleported more sharply but it was valuable to allow time for sense to be talked into the Imerian High King, or at least a degree of it, before he got there. Sadly there was much to be said for patience and an Imerian’s pride was not easily brought to recognize foreign values.

His request to speak to Severa Uniop was likely to be relayed swiftly he believed, but the security and stewarding functions of the delegations were entirely at their own discretion, so he had no certainty of this.

He would find himself waiting in the lobby a few minutes longer than he probably would've liked before a woman in the semi-opaque parka like covering most of the Rohanian delegation was wearing appeared. This was clearly not Severa, having sleek black hair instead of the firey red of the secretary of state, but with a bow and a motion to follow, the woman led Telissat and his guard back, and into one of the hotel conference rooms, where Severa was sitting with a few aides.

The red headed secretary of state stood, bowing lightly to Telissat. "Lord Telissat," she opened, her face remaining neutral. "You managed to catch me shortly before we began to leave for the airport. I can guess what this is about, but just in case, would you mind telling me?"

He bowed in return, “Madame Secretary,” he said, “I suspect you are correct,” he added, his hands taking the back of one of the chairs, though he did not sit, “I would like to ask you to forebear on leaving, and give us the opportunity to ask for a more sincere apology from the Imerian delegation.”

She took a few moments to respond. "While I understand your point of view, I do not believe Imeriata's delegation to be capable of the level of sincerity you do. It is an undeniable fact that a belief in their own cultural and personal superiorty is paramount to their worldview. I doubt they even understand why we left."

“It is entirely true that they are obsessed with their own cultural and personal superiority, patient explanation is required to communicate these things to them. They are not capable of getting there on their own at least, but I am optimistic that we will at least get through to Primus, he is among the least committed of Imerians to their ‘High Culture,’” he said, “would you mind if I took a seat?”

"Of course," She replied, and the same woman who led Telissat in pulled out a chair for him. "To be quite honest, I'm not convinced even the other DSA members here understand why we walked out. I don't truly expect the Imerians to do so."

“I would like to understand at least,” he said, before sitting down, “thank you, Ms Av'Inri,” he said, a subtle reminder that he could recall the entire guest list as well as a small courtesy, “I think I have a strong understanding, and I can understand why you are offended in the abstract, but I would be happy to be corrected or given the details.”

"Maybe it would be best to start with your conceptions, then? The simple explanation, of course, is that it is racist, but that hardly does the weight we feel from it justice, I think," the secretary's mouth turned down at the corners.

“I think you feel that it is a trait that makes you disadvantaged at times; your people recently lost many lives because they were not able to use magical teleportation as your allies were,” he said, “and you have a certainty, as I do, that there is nothing beyond this world for you. His Eminence recently passed away, and unlike many in the region you could neither forestall that with magic nor believe in phantasmal fates beyond death. It is a part of your identity that closes doors for you and your people wherever you go. You always find yourselves taking the harder road. And those of your neighbors who are more magically inclined often look down on you, particularly the religious. Let alone the radiantly smug ‘chosen of the fierce unconquerable sun and crowned in starlight, mortal protector of the faith of the two faced goddess and defender of her temples and chosen by all gods big and small,” and his people, who regard you as not only given the harder road but as unnatural.”

He paused, “How did I do?”

It was obvious to the room at large that Severa repressed some kind of laugh. "Surpassing all expectations," She said, false mirth in her tone. "You missed the part about the historical oppression by forces very similar in culture and attitude as modern day Imerians, as well as the grinding, crushing power of casual hate on a day to day basis we often experience abroad, or even via foreign media… But yes, you understand more than I perhaps gave credit for. I am honestly impressed, Lord Telissat."

“Our own history is somewhat similar at times, necrontyr do not have souls after all, though they are merely negatory in their impact, rather than actively resistant to magic, though in all but the most unique cases they cannot wield such things, and they most certainly stay dead.”

One of the necron guards that accompanied him tilted her head to one side.

“Not counting technological solutions to that particular problem, of course,” he said. He paused for a moment, “I would not recommend asking what the Imerian media says about you. But I am not here to ask you to forgive them, that would be far too much. I am surprised the Thalassians have managed to avoid taking a swipe in public there,” he said.

"I imagine they are busy with the infighting, and sizing up the Rintyari," Severa shrugged. "They still consider the entire country a province of theirs. As for the Imerians… if you don't wish us to forgive them, what are you looking for?"

“I would like you to stay, to accept their apology in whatever spirit it is given, assuming one at least comes, but I do not expect you to like them. I am not sure I like them, they have good qualities, but they are buried beneath a lot of sneering superiority.

“Of course, speaking of magic, it hasn’t escaped our attention that this gives you no reason to trust us, we’re not particularly secretive that our reason for being in Mystria is at least partially to seek the magic that we natively lack, either in material goods or practitioners, and that is an exchange that Rohane Alista cannot participate in.”

"Indeed," Severa replied. "I think you would find we are uniquely incapable of that kind of work," She continued, thinking for a few moments. "You doubtless know this, but many in Rohane Alista don't trust the Great Civilization, and not only because the name reminds of Imeriata," this last remark was clearly a joke from her small smile. "Indeed, there are entire… growing… parties that deploy anti-C'tan rhetoric. You should know the current government doesn't approve, but such are the tides."

Telissat laughed, “I can understand the suspicion, we are large and threatening. He glanced over his shoulder to look at the towering man-machine beside him. “And we have a habit of seeing other people’s problems as our concern, which when you are a little worried in the marrow that you might be seen as a problem, is very off-putting. I think I know something that might change those tides though.”

"I'm listening," Severa replied.

“When in doubt, make something, that’s what we believe in,” he said, “your people may be about as much use as a chocolate fireguard in terms of providing the magic that we seek, but there are other things that you can do. Do you know why we care for magic so much? I will tell you, the most important aspect is our desire to strengthen ourselves against the Formless Horror, which sadly also has a presence in Mystria, you may recall the demise of the nation-not-to-be-named that once lay to the south of Kouralia across the Sea of the Damned. We have been seeking to contain what has emerged there for some time, and soon it will be habitable again, but only to one nation in the region.

“We would like to give that land to you, if you will... ignore the occasional sign of orbital bombardment, at least... the territory is useful, strategically as well as industrially, and it serves our own interests, as well as yours, for you to have it. We would happily build the infrastructure you would require, to allow you to simply walk in.

“Some will be suspicious of such a gift, but our motives should be clear enough for most I think. It would greatly stabilize the region for you to take custody of the place; but there would be one or two warnings.”

"I imagine this is in part due to our natural resistance to magic?" Severa replied. "I will admit that this offer is quite intriguing. What are the warnings, if you don't mind?"

“I am told by my advisors that you should rename everything, and take nothing of built or manufactured origin of the people devoured by the Formless Horror that is left there, we will leave no stone upon another before you move in, but be careful of anything dug from the ground or pulled from the earth. Furthermore, our own science uses certain objects to counteract magic, which we would be happy to explain to you, but they should be left in place, as capable as you are, multiple defenses are better than one.”

"As long as we can maintain and fortify these devices, and trust they will not become destructive for us, this is certainly acceptable. It sounds as if the land shouldn't be used for agriculture," Severa placed her hands in her chin. "I assume anything dug from the ground means anything? Or is it merely relics we need to be on the watch for?"

“I would be cautious of anything made of metal, but agriculture would not be impossible, certainly anything that seems to be a cultural diadem of the people who went before, and weapons, too, such things should be burned, regardless of ordinary archeological value.

“I would say, this is not an offer contingent on returning to the conference. This is something I would offer anyway.”

"I can't, technically, accept it under my own auspices," Severa replied. "A treaty would need drawing up and then ratification in the Senates, and then the Regent would need approve it… you may consider this a done deal, barring minor details. I'll make sure it passes.

"I believe that does still provide some incentive to return, anyways, but I remain open to further ideas," she continued. "In the spirit of cooperation, I will tell you that a return must at least see a situation where we don't look as if we've rolled over to our citizens. To be frank, nearly no one in the current government wants a surge of extremist leaning sympathy at such a delicate time."

“As we speak, Luna is trying to secure a commitment from the High King to make a more sincere apology, but I do not make promises I cannot keep,” he said, “if you feel that you have to leave, I do understand.

“Let me ask something else, the proposed joint space efforts. You have, Madam Secretary, seemed quite reticent to embrace such an idea. Can I ask why?”

"I'm sure you're well aware of the independent spirit of many Rohanians," She replied with a shrug. "If they don't feel like they're leading it, they'd rather do it alone, sometimes. Personally, I don't mind either way, but the powers that be have decided that our own efforts go well enough… the distrust of your government doesn't help, though. I would be willing to attempt to change some hearts and minds, of course, but it will be easier when actual details are agreed to."

“I would hope so,” Telissat said, “I am quite serious about this, and I see it as being a catalyst for national level development, not a replacement, I will try to reassure you further. Have I persuaded you to at least remain for a time, and see if we can come to an amicable face-saving exchange?”

“It will somewhat depend on the reaction of the Imerians,” she replied. “But, yes, there is at least enough on the table to keep us from leaving the nation quite yet. Your mention of an exchange reminds me, actually. We have some… devices… we were looking to offload into the hands of those who could, hopefully, dispose of them. We obtained these devices from Lubyak, as part of an exchange in which we built energy infrastructure for them, quite some time ago. When we realized the nature… well. We no longer wish to have them.”

“Say no more,” Telissat said, “I think I know the practice you speak of, I can arrange for that.”

“That is a relief,” Severa nodded. “Of course, you understand quite a lot of value is tied up in these. If possible, I would like to seek some form of recompense… perhaps, instead of something material, I have an interesting idea. It is poor form, perhaps, to mention this outside the conference itself, but I believe I could serve everyone’s goals, if we give you the devices in exchange for a leadership role in the… MystCom, I believe you called it? And I mean only a leadership role, not outright control or anything like that.”

“We aren’t going to be recommending a leader as such, but I can say that you have my confidence. I think that is as far as I could go, I am quite constrained in anything that might have the appearance of special dealing, but I think it quite likely that you will end up with a leadership role anyway, given your standing in the Dragon Sea Alliance. I can sweeten that deal, though, by offering to replace the missiles that you give us with something equivalent, derived without the same atrocious source.”

“That is a good deal,” Severa consulted a piece of paper for a second. “I assume we would be given training in the maintenance, if not creation, of these equivalents?”

“Maintenance, yes, creation would require some substantial subsidiary industries we wouldn’t be able to part with on a one for one basis, at least not now.”

“I expected as much,” She said, standing again, this time offering a hand. “I find this deal satisfactory, and we can work over exact details of what we spoke about at a later time, perhaps one without so much else going on. Rest assured, the Rohanian delegation will remain in Crystal Spires for the time being, with an eye towards returning to the conference… depending on the Imerian response.”

“Thank you,“ he said, shaking her hand, “your trust will be worthwhile, even if it is not.”

[Legokiller]

OOC: Collab with Malgrave
During the Recess Period

In the period of recess, Princess Snow was quickly provided by the maiden Mishera Peachheart and the President of Silverdale who began to taste the local cuisine. For a regale oracle of winter, any observer will find it odd for a statue to consume such food with spices as pepper. Indeed there is some flinch from her as the heat was something she couldn’t bear as much!

“Look: if this doesn’t suit you, we can have a non-spice delight once night dawns.” Fluffykins replied.

“No no it’s fine.” Snow shook her head. “It-s… good.” She then quickly drank an ice cold glass of water to quench the spicy sting from her tongue!

In the background Nadzieja couldn’t help but wince at the Silverdaleans visible and rather audible distress over the apparent spiciness of the local food, as despite being a personal enjoyer of spicer dishes the Prime Minister still held some manner of empathy for the apparently struggles of the Silverdalean Princess.

After watching the display for a few painful seconds Nadzieja decided to take matters into her own hands, the Prime Minister filling a fresh glass full of a green fizzy drink before walking over to the Silverdalean delegate and placing it in front of the Princess.

“Comrade Snow?” Nadzieja said, the Prime Minister bowing shortly in the way of a formal introduction despite the rather strange circumstances, “I couldn’t help but notice that you are finding some of the local food items quite difficult? If that is the case you may find this drink to be a more pleasing solution to your predicament, Teslaade, an apple drink which I have been informed is quite effective in these cases.”

“Comrade?” Snow's eyes looked for a second before she followed up. “Why yes: I’d be curious to drink this Teslaade.”

“We are all comrades at this conference, no? All working together for the betterment of the region, as you have done with your Wildlife Foundation proposal,” Nadzieja said as she poured some Teslaade for Snow, the Prime Minister noting the project which she had spoken on favourably earlier during the conference.

“It is admittedly a style of greeting that isn’t popular outside Malgrave, so perhaps one that we need to be more mindful of in the future,” Eliot said after introducing herself with a short bow, the Foreign Minister having noticed the rather interesting display.

“Yes, it does take some getting used to translating everything from Malgravean Ancient to Mystrian Common and that is without adding the different cultural approaches to greetings, so I do apologise if you were quite confused,” Nadzieja said with a smile, “In any case I hope that this Teslaade was able to soothe your issues.”

Princess Snow reached out for her glass of Teslaade to take a small sip. “Oh… it tastes so unique.” She turned to Nadzieja as she continued to drink. “I thank you for your kindness.”

“It is certainly no inconvenience to offer such simple assistance, especially, to a popular figure in the motherland,” Nadzieja said, “It could be said that I would be planning my own autopsy if I refused to help, to coin a popular phrase.”

“...a phrase I do not believe has been uttered outside of Malgrave before,” Eliot said rolling her eyes slightly at her colleagues antics, “Just be assured that the consequences of ignoring a popular Silverdalean would have been quite dire.”

“Unfortunately as someone with a pure academic background prior to entering politics I am not altogether experienced at speaking with foreigners or even speaking Mystrian Common which tends to have rather uncivilised consequences.” Nadzieja commented

“Yes, including your tendency that others get quite offended at the usage of that term as its definition varies in other states and is often used in an insulting manner as opposed to a merely descriptive one,” Eliot said, interrupting to insert her own advice.

“It appears that we’ve been quite sidetracked by our own intrigue though so I apologise quite profusely,” Nadzieja said bowing slightly in forgiveness, “How have you found the conference so far? I expect that the arguments from before the recess will continue shortly after we conclude this brief respite.”

“I suppose… an educational experience will be the correct word. As I am learning and listening to the issues and matters across Mystria. It is both curious, yet horrific with a few states under the repression of a vile draconic power.” Princess Snow commented. “Have you learned anything so far by any chance?”

“Apart from the fact that the Catedonian delegate appears to be surrounded by overseers as opposed to colleagues and assistants?” Nadzieja asked being mindful of the constant interruptions that the Catedonian delegate had face and her rather strange demeanor on certain subjects, “I would say that this experience has been quite an educational one as well, especially, as I have been able to gauge the support for certain proposals and principles.”

“We are pleased that the environmental group proposed by your delegation received widespread support from across the conference, as we initially feared that those of a more capitalist mindset may oppose or try and limit the scope of its work” Eliot remarked, “Malgrave takes quite a proactive stance towards protecting the environment, as an example many communities within the ocean would be negatively impacted if we were to simply dump our waste into the sea or fail to regulate the noise that is produced by maritime traffic.”

“It is our hope that this conference can be utilised as an opportunity to move beyond the rather simplistic divides that exist between the Crown Alliance and the Dragon Sea Alliance, as the existence of strong bonds between the Silverdalean and Malgravean people have showcased once we move beyond these outdated mindsets both nations prosper,” Nadzieja said, the Prime Minister mindful of the cultural exchanges that had formed between Malgrave and Silverdale within recent years.

“Even beyond the benefits enjoyed by fans of Eclipse and Venus,” Eliot joked directly referencing two M-pop groups, “May I ask what you have taken away from the Conference so far?”

“My thoughts on the conference thus far?” Princess Snow gave a silent look as she froze in place. All to ponder and consider her next words carefully. “A prelude of a period of conflict and suffering to those of the catfolks. Those whose culture blend, but require pruning. Yet national interests and expansion may be tested. Ruination or success awaits for it.” She then followed up. “The ultimate test is to overcome ideals, ambition, and boundaries if friendship truly arises from the imagination of lines. I can see success from our side, but trouble from another. But perhaps the children of snow and the children of the ancestors can thrive.”

President Fluffykins gave a stoic look for a second and back at the two Malgraveans. “You can call it mystic talk or cryptic oracle sense from Snow. But I’ll inform you that Silverdalean people live through longer generations and can see what environmental impact across the world is far greater. Granted, the history books help, but those who witness it might have another say on this matter.”

“I wouldn’t refer to Princess Snow’s wisdom as nonsense, Comrade President, as her gifts are quite respectable, especially, given the noted difficulties of trying to peer into the future as part of a vision,” Nadzieja said a hint of confusion clear in her tone, “Malgrave has long noted the power of the divine and those that connect to it to strengthen their naturally gifted ancestral abilities, we even have two separate research institutes dedicated to exploring and understanding the powers of the divine and ancestral abilities,”

“Yes, the ability of the Silverdaleans to experience the passing of centuries is quite an advantage when it comes to personally noticing the impact of certain policies on the environment, however, despite our comparative miniscule lifespan Malgraveans have been able to grasp an admiration for the environment,” Eliot said wincing slightly as she remembered the rather stark difference in age expectancy between the two nations, of course, with MIDD cured the life expectancy for her people would soon rise but she was fairly certain it wouldn’t reach the same heights of the Silverdaleans, “Partially as we are inclined to long-term projections but also because we recognise that other people such as undersea communities depend on a clean environment to survive and it would run contrary to the principles of social solidarity to simply act with no concern for pollution.”



“I certainly admire your optimism about the future of our people though, Princess Snow,” Nadzieja added, “It is quite troubling for me to find the proper words to speak in Mystrian Common, so I simply wish I don’t put my fist in my mouth to borrow a foreign phrase.” Nadzieja added

“When it comes to optimism, it is the observation of the many futures and the key pieces to find to make a bright future. It’d need determination to find such a path, and luck for success. Thus it is why I came to feel that Silverdale in this era stands alongside friends.” Princess Snow said. “It’d be difficult, as a few friends may be hardened by coldness, despite the warm origins.”

“I certainly foresee a challenge being posed by the Catedonian problem, of course, Malgrave has quite an adept naval force and has previously conducted blockade operations by ourselves but it would be preferable for any blockade operation to be assisted by multiple nations working together, Nadzieja remarked, “I am just slightly uneasy as I suspect that such an undertaking could quite quickly fall to infighting based on individual desires, the cold embracing the warm as you said.”

Eliot shook briefly at the mention of the deep coldness, “Silverdale is certainly considered to be a dear friend by the Malgravean people, although your citizens can be quite eccentric they are also warm and greatly attuned with ancestral energy,” she said with a slight smile, “I suspect that if this situation develops that Silverdaleans and Malgraveans will be working quite closely together for the betterment of the region.”

“I can foresee that possibly.” Snow said.

“Why of course I do. Our nation’s relationship is growing fruitfully.” President Fluffykins said. “Next thing we might see is a whole space station collaboration or a whole sea city joint construction.”

“Malgrave has quite a number of undersea facilities and is just completing a mobile research and residential facility or MRRF for short which I believe is named after a Jellyfish for reasons I can’t quite remember at this time,” Nadzieja said with a light chuckle

“It is probably because we’ve already named enough things after tters, puffins and beavers and a curious jellyfish is quite an apt name for its role as both a research and inhabitation module,” Eliot replied providing some context to the Prime Ministers comments

“I believe that Malgrave and Silverdale could both benefit from future collaboration on future research projects though, so perhaps a joint mission could be established on both fronts? Malgrave has comparatively limited experience of space exploration beyond some minor off-world outposts that were either destroyed or occupied a few years ago, so we would be in favour of assistance from the Silverdaleans on this front,” Nadzieja said, the Prime Minister briefly referencing the Emergency Population Reserve & Ascension Preservation Centre and its rather uncertain fate

“Ah. Well I believe our contacts and magical technology may provide some of the cutting-edge when it comes to exploration. Such as a pocket little moon base for any inhospitable environment of any lunar body. Alongside the spells that can save cost on the suits for any environment. This of course is expensive, but the equipment Silverdale can provide. Provided that folks like Aoife are onboard.” Fluffykins chuckled.

“Aoife is one of these individuals that are capable of casting the spells in question? It sounds quite terrifying to be outside in the vacuum of space with only your ancestral energy for protection,” Eliot said, “Malgrave has been meaning to expand our presence amongst the stars though beyond the few offworld sites we have already, so we would very much welcome a collaborative effort on this front with the Silverdaleans.”

“Silverdale is quite respected within Malgravean academic circles for its advanced understanding of electronics and ancestral energy to name a few fields,” Nadzieja said, the Prime Minister remembering an earlier conversation she had with the Minister of Science & Engineering detailing the Silverdalean’s intellectualism, “It is why we believe that Silverdale would benefit from an increased involvement in the Research Colony, a joint research complex between Silverdalean and Malgravean scientific research institutes will certainly provide benefits for both our people for decades to come.”

“Hmmm, it’d be beneficial for sure.” Fluffykins nodded. “I believe my cabinet and I can whip out an agreement to get our top level institutes and research groups to cooperate with the Research Colony. Sounds like a win-win yes?”

“Excellent,” Nadzieja said, quite pleased at the positive attitude showcased by her Silverdalean counterparts, “It should be noted that cooperation is quite key to scientific development, especially, as one can get tunnel vision when working on a problem individually.”

“Why of course. Friendship needs trust and cooperation to be achieved. That’s what the harmonist believes which speaks volumes when it comes to these deals. So, we shall contribute our knowledge, best minds, and resources for future joint research missions. Name one and I’m sure there is a way for us to help.” Fluffykins said.

“You’d be better served speaking to Claudia on that topic, Fluffykins. I know she has quite an exhaustive list of potential collaborative research missions, from the exploration of space to missions to different planes and undertakings to expand our understanding of everything from ancestral energy to medicine and electronics,” Nadzieja said, the Prime Minister having received quite an extensive briefing on this very subject recently, “I do believe that Silverdale would benefit from an increased presence in the Research Colony, a zone in which your companies and institutes could integrate with existing firms in the region and flourish in an academic atmosphere.”
“That may be the case of course. The details shall be refined after we speak on these matters with Claduia of course. That said, we do look forward to this cooperation.” Fluffykins said. “Now is there anything else you wish to discuss at this moment?”

Nadzieja slightly bowed to Fluffykins as a sign of gratitude, “I do not have any pressing matters to discuss further, however, perhaps we can talk about the upcoming tour of Silverdale by Eclipse and Venus? I know they are quite popular in your country.”

[Princess Luna]

“We do think it would be received poorly, no matter from whom it came,” Luna said, “it would not simply a matter of anti-Imeiran prejudice,” she said. “For good or ill they truly believe they are put upon, and that they are looked down on. Sometimes it is true, not three weeks ago some of their people were removed from an area in Altea after it was determined that they were making the local nature spirits sick,” she breathed deeply, the overmantle spell here ran strongly and she could feel it in her bones, sitting in the shade next to Telissat.

“Which insults do you mean?” Luna said, casting her mind back, she could recall much about Imperialism and knowing comments, but to her mind the Imerians had to simply come to peace with that.

[Imeriata]

"While first off, we would hardly even bring it up but it seems relevant due to their later actions but did your royal princess notice how they glared at us at the start of the conference? We found it odd but cracked it up to the general hostility most nations show unto our realms, however during the debate with the Malgraveans did they very clearly refer to us as the Malgraveans 'oppressors', this was not a term spoken in jest, this was a statement made in full seriousness by their highest officials!" Primus said sounding somewhere between annoyed, insulted, and angry.

"This in a conflict where we were attacked with neither cause nor declaration of war! Our subjects executed under foreign laws or driven into the mountains, this very thing they have the gal to condemn us for when we do so under just cause following the noble traditions of war as laid down by the gods themselves and traditions old! And we are the oppressors when we reclaim what is ours? All that and our great grand father is dragged through the mud and named an oppressor? For defending His domains and His people? And we are the oppressors?" He said angrily "We can see them making that argument when we are the ones claiming victory and lands of the vanquished! But that is not how they look upon us is it? Even when we are the ones in defence, attacked when we are the weakest and unable to fight back are we the oppressors? They name our very existence and our very right to even vage wars to exist as oppressive against our aggressors? Our very lineage and our very statehood is looked upon with such revulsion that our great grandfather fighting the most justifiable war imaginable and yet we are labbeled the oppressors? This is a far graver insult than a mere jest, one that was apologised for directly when pressed by no direction from us! The very honour of our family is attacked here even at it's most justifiable!"

The young man sighed heavily. "We know that some of the actions of our ancestors have left... certain stains on our household that we try desperately to rectify, whatever vile innovations that turned bit by bit my house away from the path of good that we were supposed to be are being rectified and our ways are being brought back to the old ways whenever possible, a reactionary wave to sweep away whatever ills affected my household! But that is not what this was, this was justified defence, this was driving off invaders that drove at our undefended back, this was about punishing those that brought harm and death to our household and our oathsworn! How can we not take insult at such words? Spoken truer in intention as they were not even aimed at us! How can we not take offence when even at our most justifiable acts are our very ancestors and our very family dragged out as nothing but petty tyrants? And despite all that do we keep our mouth, we do not challenge it as we decided to show ourselves above such insults and not grind a conference to a halt over petty choices of words, even putting our honour aside, and then what? They have the gal to storm off for a mere jest at their expense having hurled such abuse at us that we suffered in quiet?"

He took another deep sigh. "And don't get us wrong, we get why they would feel such words insulting, they lack the very favour of the gods that the rest of us are granted! "e do pity them for being left out in the darkness of creation while the rest of us are allowed to sit in joy in the bright flame of loving parents. The very spirits of the lands are sickened by their mere presence! We do not envy such an existence! Yet certainly would it not be too out of the ordinary that men sworn to us, that see us and our ancestors as confirmation that the gifts that they are denied is granted unto us nine fold, would be itching to make a crack at their expense in return? Certainly we are not unreasonable in this matter?"

"That said... are your royal princess feeling well?"

[Malgrave]

ooc: co-written with Ara

When Eliot was first informed of the proposal to hold a regional conference in Crystal Spires the Foreign Minister was cautiously optimistic, as despite the fact that previous conferences had ended in some eccentric fashion, the fact that this conference was being held in Crystal Spires under the noted supervision of the C’tani gave the Malgravean politician some assurance that it would be conducted in a reasonable and mature manner, as despite everything surely nobody wanted to entertain the wrath of the C’tan?

Unfortunately, despite these assurances and the rather entertaining nature of the conference so far didn’t take away from the physical and emotional exhaustion involved, especially with the awful sleeping pattern of a politician usually coming into play during conferences. It was therefore quite satisfying to hear that the conference was due to take a short recess, and Eliot and Nadzieja quickly took the opportunity to relax and enjoy some good from home.

It is said that the world doesn’t rest for anyone, and shortly after sitting down to enjoy said food the Prime Minister was interrupted by news that the Rohanian Emperor had sadly passed away due to injuries they had sustained from an earlier assassination attempt, the rather depressing news had meant that by time time Eliot had spent informing the Prime Minister about the various intricacies of the Emperors life that her food had been effectively wasted.

In all it meant that Eliot was alone, the Foreign Minister idly working on some preparation documents for the next portion of the conference, as with everything the Malgraveans liked to prepare for any eventuality to avoid being caught unprepared, an important task given the weight that was being put behind the successful conclusion of these talks

Elliot would not remain alone for long, as within a few moments he was joined by a lamia woman wearing a simple black dress with gold markings. Her red serpent-like eyes regarding the foreign minister with a hint of curiosity as she adjusted her neatly tied pink hair. The lamia, known to her compatriots as Kiara, sat down across from Elliot as she summoned a few folders of documents to peruse later. Looking up from the folders, she gave a gentle smile as she spoke, “My sincerest apologies for intruding upon your work, but I had not realized any of the other delegates would be here. From the looks of you, you must be part of the Malgravean delegation, correct?

“It is a perfectly acceptable intrusion, Comrade. I do not own this particular space and it would be quite foolish for me to try and force anyone away as the aim of this conference is peaceful cooperation and friendship,” Eliot said chuckling lightly at the lamias remarks before she bowed lightly in introduction from her seated position, “You are quite correct in saying that I am from the Malgravean delegation. Eliot Reymont, at your service so to speak,” the Malgravean said despite finding the term somewhat confusing, “I understand that you are with the Glaristant delegation, yes? I assume that you’ve decided to use this to prepare for the session after the completion of this...how you say miniature retreat or recess that has been organised.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Minister Reymont. Might I say it is an honor to at last meet one who holds such a sterling reputation as you. Your subordinates at the embassy in Arnhem do speak rather highly of you, so I look forward to getting to work with you while we are here..” Kiara said as she gave a slight chuckle. Though she did not say it, the lamia was as always quite amused by the unique mannerisms that she had seen during her interactions with the Malgraveans both during the past and the conference. Regardless, Kiara soon returned her focus to the matter at hand as she replied, “Your supposition would be correct Lady Reymont, as I am indeed part of the Glaristanti delegation. More specifically, I am the current foreign minister for the Grand Duchy, as well as one of her majesty’s closest advisors. At any rate, I suppose you could say that….Although truthfully speaking, it would be more accurate to say that I came out here to take a bit of a respite.”

“I am quite touched that I appeared to have gained such a positive reputation, those at our embassy in Arnhem are certainly due a bonus for good performance in that case,” Eliot said appreciating the Glaristanti delegates kind words, “If you were here a few moments earlier you would have been able to partake in some of the food I was sharing with the Prime Minister, a dish from my homeland consisting of fried rice cakes covered in chili sauce with some delightful fish cakes from Aurora,” the Foreign Minister said lightly coughing as she felt herself get distracted for a few moments, “I must say that I am slightly curious as to how the Glaristanti delegation view the conference so far, as we’ve seen some rather interesting developments so far including some entertaining objections from the Catedonian delegation and their puppet masters.”

“It is a bit of a shame that I was held up by members of the Rohanian Delegation then. Perhaps during my next visit to your homeland, I will be able to partake of your country’s cuisine.” Kiara said as she gave Eliot a small smile, all the while her red eyes watched the Malgravean carefully, “It depends on who you ask, but most of us have been rather amused by the event. Some of the proposals, such as the AEQ and the Arbitration Court seem like fine proposals whereas others such as that divine declaration we find amusing. All told though, I feel certain that we shall at least see some agreements of value come from this conference. “ Kiara’s eyes seemed to narrow at the mention of the Catedonians, all the while a slight sigh slipped from her lips, “Ah yes….The most pompous and annoying delegates that I have had the misfortune of dealing with in the last millenium. I will put it this way….Her majesty and I are less than pleased with the conduct of them and their puppeteers thus far One would think that the diplomats from a supposedly civilized nation would act with a hint of decorum, but I suppose such things are beyond ones so young and brash. Perhaps with time and a firm hand from the rest of the world, they will be made to see their folly.”

“Yes, although the circumstances for the Rohanian delegations interruption are quite appropriate if they involved the mourning process they are going through, especially, as without ancestral energy I don’t believe that they can transcend to another plane,” Eliot said, the Foreign Minister quite disturbed at the idea, as a majority of her fellow Malgraveans were rather stuck to the ideals of ascension, “I am quite intrigued about this Court as well, although depending on the make-up of such a body it is possible that my government could end up being against its formation. I suspect that quite a few of my fellows back home will be watching the Dystan proposal around teleportation quite closely, as through MalTec I believe that we can provide some assistance to these projects. I also have another project in the works, although considering the reception our AEQ scheme got I cannot say how well this one will go down.”

“Aye, it is most unfortunate that the Rohanian delegation has been forced to contend with such circumstances, even moreso given the disruptions it will cause in the coming weeks. On a personal note, it is rather painful for myself as well given that I knew the Emperor rather well from my visits to Rohane. He actually quite reminded me of the first Emperor in some ways. Truly, it is terrible to know he is well and truly gone.” Kiara said, her expression shifting to a frown as her tone darkened. She admittedly had been rather fond of the man from the times she had spent working with him, “The court will certainly be a proposal to watch, but it may end up being one in which my government withholds its participation as well. The rest of the proposals we will likely participate in to some degree, barring that one calling for a joint exploration of space given that we have no real need to waste resources on such a redundant endeavor. With that being said, I am curious….What is this project you have in the works?”

“I do tend to follow a mindset of cautious optimism on these matters, a simple court to settle variations and disputes between national governments seems rather sensible, however, allowing corporations to take legal action wouldn’t be popular back home,” Eliot said, of course, the Foreign Minister knew that some faction within the Conservative Action Party would most likely support the move but they were of little political significance given their poor showing in the last elections, “As for our proposal? It is a little something that I put together after knowing that a Regional Sports Competition was in the works, as I thought to myself that it would be quite pleasant to have something similar but for the musical arts. I know that Malgravean groups like Eclipse and individual artists like Yukika Saito would quite like to perform in such a competition.”

Kiara gave a gentle nod at Eliot's comments, seemingly rather amused by her optimism. It was a human trait which she honestly found rather endearing, as to carry a positive outlook even when the world around them was a trait that was all too rare among the longer lived races., “Yes, it would be quite nice if we were able to create such a competition, as I do know there are a number of up and coming Glaristanti artists would love to compete. That’s to say nothing of our popular artists in places like Rohane such as Atomix or Lyre, who would be sure to be crowd pleasers. At the very least, I have heard rumors that her majesty is keen on ensuring that your proposal has our support.”

“Atomix? I must confess I haven’t heard of these Glaristanti groups before but I certainly welcome the support of Her Majesty on this proposal, and I hope that such a competition can lead to a greater exchange of culture within the region,” Eliot said, making an internal note to look further into Atomix and Lyre in the future, “You can see that my government has clear expectations for this conference, however, the objectives of the Glaristanti government are more of an unknown, so I am quite curious as to what you wish to achieve here.”

“Well, some of them are rather new on the international scene…and give our….country’s regrettable restrictions up until late, most were barred from performing. That being said, I am certain that at some point in the near future they will be on tour in Malgrave.” Kiara said, giving pained expression as she recalled the policies of the prior Queen of Glaristant. Though well intentioned, the limited expression that had been intended to combat a rampant insurgency had backfired and crippled the Glaristanti arts for years. Kiara was thankful though that the policies in question had been repealed upon the new Queen’s ascension to throne, with their repeal effectively kickstarting a renaissance in Glaristanti popular media. Kiara chuckled a bit at Eliot’s question, all the while a knowing smile graced her lips, “Our objectives here primarily consist of two items, Foreign Minister. Primarily, we wish to ensure that the order we have created in the realms beyond the material plane remain intact. Be it ensuring limitations on extraplanar travel by non approved individuals, ensuring the integrity of the interplanar barrier, or otherwise, we will be seeking to ensure that the rest of the nations here abide by that order. Apart from that, we are seeking sanctions against Corneria for their meddling in our and our ancestral land’s affairs, particularly for that mess in melmod a few years back,”

“It is quite regrettable that we’ve only been able to connect with your country since the end of our own isolationist stance, as I imagine that things may of turned out different if we remained in contact during the war but that is something for alternate history writers to discuss,” Eliot said with a smile, “I am quite interested in these proposals around teleportation and extraplanar travel, as despite our pursuit of ascension we Malgraveans have quite limited experience with planar travel and certainly not as much experience with teleportation spells compared to some of our regional counterparts. MalTec has been working on a technological solution to aid in teleportation for some years now, and we were hoping that this project would be aided by the Dystans as they appear quite proficient in this area, however, I think we can certainly agree that the planes need to be protected.

Eliot then paused for a moment as she looked up information on the Melmod incident using one of her MalTec implants, a small frown appearing as she internally read the information provided to her,

“Corneria may be a shell of its former self, however, it still does have a tendency to get involved in other nation's affairs. What manner of sanctions are you seeking to level against them?”

“Essentially, we are seeking to further tighten the restrictions on weapons imports from non continental nations and freeze their foreign assets. In this manner, we are hoping that in conjunction with DSA pressure on Aravea we can finally force a lasting peace there. That….plus it will also enable us to get a little revenge for them supplying domestic insurgents in Glaristant a few years ago.” Kiara said, seemingly just barely restraining her contempt at the subject of Corneria.”

“Malgrave doesn’t have much in the way of dealings with Corneria, and we certainly don’t export any military hardware to the country so I believe that aim of yours would be quite simple to accomplish,” Eliot said noticing her colleagues rather dour expression, “In fact I am only aware of one high-profile Cornerian that has worked together with a Malgravean, although as they worked together to reform some manner of ancient order within Altea I believe they lend credence to the idea that it may be possible to forge some manner of peace agreement that will put an end to this ordeal. In fact, as Malgrave has quite a limited history with Corneria I suppose we could attempt to mediate this? We do have some prior experience of trying to negotiate conflict within Breheim.”

“I am afraid there is not much you would be able to do to mediate, Foreign Minister. Between the Cornerian intransigence on the matter and our contentious history with them, little fruit has been borne from negotiations with them. Quite honestly, I am afraid that the matter will continue to be a thorn in our side for quite some time. That being said, I appreciate the offer.” Kiara said, with a slight smile as she took another sip from her tea, all the while her crimson eyes continued to scrutinize Eliot.

“You’ll be surprised at our ability to bring two sides together, Comrade. In our own experience it typically takes an outsider to be able to bypass barriers that may scupper negotiations facilitated by individuals with a deeper involvement in the conflict,” Eliot said making reference to the role that relatively neutral representatives from Breheim played in signing the Epping-Rensk Accords that brought an end to the civil war, “Malgrave is quite prepared to assist any effort that helps the Glaristanti people, so if you can think of any other ways that we can render assistance to your efforts here and beyond the conference don’t hesitate to ask.”

The lamia seemed at a loss for words for moment, as she pondered the foreign Minister's word. She admittedly was still unsure about the offer, but nonetheless was impressed by Eliot's persistence, "We would not be opposed to you participating in negotiations if you wish. Honestly, I suppose it is not like it could do much harm given all that has happened this far."

Eliot bowed slightly as a sign of gratitude, “It would be quite beneficial to the region if we were able to bring these historic tensions to an end, especially, as we look to unify beyond quite silly divisions like regional alliances to collectively tackle the issue of Catedonia,” Eliot remarked, a small frown appearing as she remembered the earlier revelation of the numerous atrocities that had taken part in the occupied country over the past few decades, “I can’t say what will happen in the future, but the Royal Navy does have a fair bit of experience dealing with blockade actions, so I believe that Malgrave will be quite well suited for the naval portions of this operation.”

"Indeed. The termination of such absurd mortal tensions would go far in helping to promote the cause of peace within our region, but I have my doubts as to if it is possible. Perhaps….we shall yet see it be made reality with individuals such as yourself heading these efforts." Kiara remarked wistfully as she took another sip of her tea. At the mention of the future, Kiara's mood seemed to brighten as it was something she had preferred to discuss., "Having seen your Royal Navy in action, I can attest to it's effectiveness. Between it and the Marinen, I have little doubt that we will succeed in creating an effective blockade. Yet with that being said, it remains to be seen if it will actually achieve its intended aim."

“I can’t speak for the concerns of other mortals, but our vision of the afterlife means that we have no interest in nationalism or whatever political concerns force regional divides which is why we’ve worked to establish close friendships with members of the DSA. It is possible that not all will agree to such a collaborative effort, but with support of the Glaristanti government alongside those in Silverdale I think we should be able to get a majority of people on board,” Eliot said, the Foreign Minister taking a few moments as she gathered her thoughts, “Malgrave appreciates the professionalism of the Marinen and the skill that they’ve showcased in operations with the Royal Navy, a key series of operation that I believe will serve us well in conflict. In terms of the outcome? Our intelligence analysts predict that the Catedonian economy and the ability of the occupying forces to engage in a protracted military conflict will be severely depleted, especially if it is coupled with a no-fly zone over the region.”

[Malgrave]

In the course of the small recess that had been convened during the conference, a fair few impromptu meetings had been conducted by various members of the Malgravean delegation in between breaks to eat and conduct more official business, however, all of these eccentric events couldn’t prevent the Malgravean delegate from having to engage in paperwork and all important research for the coming session, although, being from academics backgrounds this wasn’t too much of an issue for these Malgraveans.

“What was your opinion of the Catedonian delegation? Ichtaca may have claimed to be the Catedonian representative at the start of the conference but it is quite clear that she has no control whatsoever.” Nadzieja said, the Prime Minister deciding to give her thoughts on the subject.

Seo Yi-kyung nodded in agreement, “It is quite obvious that she is a figurehead albeit a poorly treated one, although, the nonsensical threats and insults from the Dragon Priests did contain a lot of useful information since it was layered in projection that hinted at their own fears and reality within the Dragon States.”

“I suppose you are correct, as I fear that she is due and unwelcome reception back home due to her decision to try and be more diplomatic during a conference,” Nadzieja said her tone indicating how ludicrous she saw the situation

“It is deeply troubling but unfortunately we cannot do anything to prevent this as I doubt she’ll accept Telissat’s offer of asylum,” Yi-kyung said, “All we can do is continue to prepare for the upcoming economic blockade and peacekeeping operation.”

“At least we’ll be able to help the formation of this naval blockade, a lot of our naval assets are already in the region and thankfully have a ton of experience conducting such operations over the past few years,” Nadzieja said, the Prime Minister feeling a sense of pride upon recalling the numerous operational feats achieved by the Navy in the past, “It is also good to see that the leader of the resistance is present at the conference at least. What do you know about him?”

“Frustratingly, we have very little information on the current state of Catedonia, however, based on what we’ve been able to gleam together it would appear that Tizoc is related to the legitimate leadership of Catedonia,” Yi-kyung, “Catedonia is covered in thick jungle and so it’s been possible for Tizoc and his rebellion to remain hidden albeit constantly on the run due to pressure from local forces.”

Nadzieja frowned, “It is disappointing that we weren’t able to lend assistance to Tizoc far earlier but unfortunately we’ve had our own crisis to deal with,” the Prime Minister said referencing to the multiple tragedies that Malgrave had suffered through from the civil war to the lost decade, “Fortunately, we are in a position to help now even if our knowledge of the situation isn’t the greatest.”

“If we simply engage in efforts to assist the resistance now I suspect we may do greater harm to their efforts, especially, if we end up offending their delegates due to some ill-informed comment about a historic event,” Yi-kyung warned, “I suggest that we hold some official discussions with Tizoc so that we may learn more about his people’s struggles and the most effective ways in which we can support his resistance alongside any valuable intelligence that could be used to aid such efforts.”

Nadzieja paused as she thought, the Prime Minister was starting to learn the finer details of foreign policy and other matters but she wasn’t so full of pride to ignore expert advice from those around here, “It would be quite prudent to hear from a Catedonian that is free to give his honest opinion on his country, so we can come to terms with what we’re helping fight for and figure out how to render the best assistance, although, the issue now is how to gain an audience with Tizoc.

“Perhaps we can ask Telissat himself? I believe he has a fair few avatars walking around for this exact same purpose.” Yi-kyung suggested

“It would be prudent to go direct to the source,” Nadzieja mused, the Prime Minister taking a brief break from her paperwork as she looked around her immediate surroundings for a Telessat or in fact any C’tani citizen to speak to.

The nearest Telissat was one with the Malgravean delegation, as with any large starship which ran a suite of avatars, there were several, present was one with Tizoc, one with Calisté Chenarn, one with the Imerians and the one that had been in the conference room, presently with the Rohanians. “How can I help you, Comrade?” he asked as Nadzieja approached him.

Nadzieja bowed in the traditional manner before speaking, “Greetings Comrade. I have been thinking about the rather terrible situation in Catedonia and I was struck by our shameful lack of information on the topic,” she said, “I was therefore wondering if it would be possible to get a meeting with Tizoc? I was hoping that he’d be able to provide us an insight into the Catedonian people and enhance our efforts to help liberate his people.”

“I shall ask him right away,” the Avatar said, as somewhere else, another of his remote bodies spoke to Tizoc, advising him that the Malgravean Prime Minister wished to meet him. “He is willing to meet you, though he knows very little about you also, I will take you.”

“In that case I hope I will be able to provide him with valuable information on my homeland as well,” Nadzieja replied, “If we are to be allies it would be prudent for us to know as much about each other as possible.”

Shortly later, there were a pair of the same Avatars in the same room, while the one with Nadzieja backed off and stepped away, allowing the group to converse.

Tizoc, now left tragically cloakless, entered the room, mildly confused at first by the sight of two Telissat's, before turning his sight towards the Malgraveans instead. His expression was one of wariness now, perhaps expecting the worst based on some prior encounter with the sorts of Mystrians he'd encountered.

"I don't believe we've been introduced. I am Prince Tizoc of Xoteca. I'm afraid I know only scant details of Malgrave, but Telissat’s words paint you in a good light."

Left unmentioned was his mental preparations in case these Mystrians decided to attack him or his limited wardrobe as well.

Nadzieja simply bowed lightly in the traditional Malgravean style.

“It is a pleasure to be able to meet you, Prince Tizoc. I am Nadzieja Brzezicki, the current Prime Minister of the Malgravean people but you may simply refer to me as Nadzieja,” Nadzieja said indicating for the Prince to take a seat, “Likewise I have unfortunately heard very little about your homeland but I have heard good things from our C’tani friends and I was hopeful that today could serve as an important exchange of information that would from the basis of a strong friendship between our two peoples.”

Tizoc took his seat very slowly, never quite relaxing on it, too jumpy for that at the moment. “There’s not much pleasant to say at the moment, only great histories and tragic ongoings. For a hundred years Catedonia has been subsumed by servitude to a false god, forced to witness the destruction of its true gods in favor of serpents and their slaves from beyond, who treat us as their slaves in turn. What tragedy do you wish to hear about first?”

Nadzieja nodded before taking her seat

“I suppose it would be more prudent to start from the beginning? I am not familiar with the finer details of how Catedonia came to fall under the oppression of the Dragon States, although, I am led to believe that it was conquered in a military campaign?” Nadzieja said, with a certain uncertainty in her tone, “Unfortunately, Malgrave was entering its own turbulent history at the time so our records of the outside world in that time are rather sketchy to say the least.”

“Sort of.” Tizoc sighed, rather annoyed about the subject, though clearly able to speak his mind on it.

“Much of it began with the exploitation and replacement of our faith. Their serpents pretended to be our gods, fooled many into believing they were in a time of weakness for them. It wasn’t hard for them to divide and conquer what they wished in thirty years of grueling conflict afterwards.” Tizoc simplified a much longer story of war, betrayal and broken trust into a few sentences, perhaps uncomfortable with the greater details.

“It is possible that they were waiting for a moment of weakness to strike, although, I say it is impressive that you were able to provide them with three decades of resistance,” Nadzieja said not pressing for further details, “Malgrave itself tore itself apart in a brutal civil war that lasted from the early fourties to the eighties, although we only really put an end to a campaign of terror around ten years ago,” the Prime Minister explained before focusing on the historic situation of Catedonia, “How did the resistance movement start?”

“When the army crumbled. For a hundred years my lineage has fought the cult and their servants even as many more became enthralled by their promises. We could not give up this fight even as our numbers waned, we couldn’t let them exploit our people and our faith like this.” Tizoc spoke, still rather frustrated as he explained it.

“It is a very frustrating time to have read and learned and witnessed. So many Catedonians either live in fear or are gleefully serving a god that feeds on them. So many have died in gruesome ways to stop this, and so many are now at their breaking point. Most do not believe victory is truly possible, only that they can not let their souls be devoured by a false god. Many more have resigned themselves to this fate."

“It is impressive that you’ve managed to maintain a resistance through this period of hardship and suffering, and it saddens me deeply that my own homeland was unable to intervene to aid your people due to our own struggles,” Nadzieja said, a frown appearing on her face for a few seconds, “But in Malgrave we have a saying that translates as behind a heavy door there is always a blue sky. It was popularised in the civil war and serves as a reminder to hold onto a sense of optimism even during the hardest times. Catedonia now has powerful friends in the C’tan and I am hopeful that you’ll consider Malgrave to be amongst your allies, as we do intend to follow through from what has been discussed in conference and ensure that the Dragon States is completely cut off.”

"Maintain is relative. It's the people who've kept this struggle going. Without those willing to stand for what's right, I'd have been dead long ago, simple as that." Tizoc added. "Any help is appreciated at this point, I am in no position to do more than ask now. But be warned, the Catedonian people that have suffered through Imperial ambitions will see through any other efforts. I trust that you bear no ill will, but my people will not let themselves trade one master for another. Independence is our goal, nothing less."

Nadzieja nodded in understanding, “I recognise that some may see this as an opportunity to add Catedonia to their particular sphere, however, Malgrave has no interests in engaging in such a backwards mindset, especially, as we have resisted occupation ourselves,” the Prime Minister said, “Malgravean ideals tend to eschew away from landgrab attempts, so we would be quite glad to establish an independent Catedonia that can finally control its own destiny,” Nadzieja said before quickly adding, “In the short-term what assistance do you most require? I can speak towards MalPha and MalTec to start organizing supplies of medicine and hardened electronics and the Royal Navy is quite prepared to start the blockade that was mentioned earlier during the conference.”
“Whatever you can send, frankly. The Dragon States will not let any overt shipments occur however, that much I can guarantee. They will not stand for anyone meddling in their schemes, and they certainly won’t let off on us once they catch wind of this. Whatever can be shipped must be done so carefully, I warn you. They will make sure to take your people and use them as leverage wherever possible, I’m sure of it.”

“In that case I shall get to work on organizing these supplies once this meeting concludes, as I said earlier I believe that the MalTec Puffin and Auklets would work quite well as they are robust platforms that have recently been hardened against interception due to some rather unfortunate encounters with spaceborne threats,” Nadzieja said, a small frown appearing on her face before it disappeared, “Likewise MalPha have gained quite a reputation for medical innovation due to MIDD and in the longer term we could also look at providing you with drones and anti-tank weaponry as we’ll be working to soften up local DS defences with your assistance by using railguns,” Nadzieja added before stopping herself from rambling, “...and yes insertion is another question but I can speak with my Dornalian friends about securing some stealth dropships to insert these supplies which should negate these issues.”

Tizoc nodded curtly, though it was clear he was still wary. What exactly he was wary of, was left entirely to himself however. "They will be greatly appreciated either way. I just hope your people do not suffer for this."

Tizoc's last words were rather forced. He couldn't help but still feel frustrated, but he knew there was no point in bringing it up now, not if Nadzieja's words were true especially.

“Your kind words are appreciated, Tizoc but we have made a commitment to assist your people in their war of liberation and we intend to fulfill that purpose regardless of what force is pushed against us,” Nadzieja said, “I don’t know what others in Mystria will propose but Malgrave intends to help Catedonia become an independent nation, and help you achieve a goal you’ve been fighting for.”

"Thank you. We will not forget who has helped us when we are finally free. You can be sure of that."

“All we are doing is simply helping to correct a historical injustice, all the thanks should be directed to the heroes that have and will engage in the fight towards liberation,” Nadzieja said lightly bowing towards Tizoc in thanks, “Nethertheless I look forward to be able to speak with you more openly as an equal in the future. I think that you’d enjoy a trek up Moncae or the view from the main ASG building in Epping.”