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Post by Vaklu on Oct 15, 2014 21:56:48 GMT
As the Mercenary army of Juturna marched towards the mountain realm once more a rider was seen on the horizon. The dwarf rode a massive black goat and carried a banner of parlay. His mail gleamed in the dieing light and he waited for someone to come forth and treat with him.
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Post by psychopathickids on Oct 15, 2014 22:35:04 GMT
A lone rider went forth to meet the dwarf upon the black goat, and as the figure came into view it would become immediately apparent that she was a woman, young and almost delicate in figure, mounted with both of her legs crossed at the knee and strewn over the left side of her borrowed stallion. All together she hardly constituted an imposing sight --, save for the thousands of professional soldiers at her back. Stopping a respectful distance from the dwarf she dismounted, smoothing out the skirts of her violet gown, silken and trimmed in hues of soft gold about the fringes, cuffs and collar, golden olive skin left bare at the neck and shoulders as if to emphasize the masterful lattice neckpiece resting comfortably upon revealed flesh, golden diadem more tiara than proper crown resting atop her head, three leaf shaped blade-esque protrusions raising from its face, each studded with black diamonds. Preforming a low curtsey, proper as any which might have been offered a prince or King, warm amber orbs locked upon those of the dwarf before her, she introduced herself. “I am Kallista Eudokia of House Makris, Queen of the Crowned Republic of Juturna on the Southern Shores. To whom do I have the honor of addressing?”
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Post by Vaklu on Oct 16, 2014 1:46:37 GMT
"You Speak to Damez Fal'Guhor Herald of the mighty Ashies Mal'Fahar. You are to march south and leave the lands of my master or you shall die." The dwarf spat on the ground. "Outlanders will no longer be tolerated in the realm of the mighty one. Do you understand?"
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Post by psychopathickids on Oct 16, 2014 20:38:28 GMT
Not much of a parlay, now was it? Leave... Or Die! Oooh, spooky, made even more so coming from a four foot tall man riding a goat. This wouldn't last nearly so long as she had expected, and contentiously absconding from performing the secondary, high curtsey expected of women of the Southern Shores when a request was made of them by a male representative of royalty, Kallista regained her position atop her stallion with a flourish before trotting him about until he was quite nearly facing the direction from whence they came. Turning her head to look back at Damez, she caught his gaze one last time before speaking, "The former lands of the Sultanate are now under the jurisdiction of the Commonwealth of Sefti and Cerdigon, to be accepted as full members and given autonomy so long as the normal seasonal tributes are paid King Aeron. The mighty Ashies Mal'Fahar shall be allowed to continue to rule directly over Beg Gurihm should he swear fealty before me on behalf of his true and rightful King. Otherwise, there shall be fire and blood, and King Aeron will still rule over these lands, without need of your master or his heralds," and with that she was off, galloping back towards her forces. There would be blood on the 'morrow. |
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