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Post by missmilkmaid on May 1, 2015 17:57:23 GMT
There was already snow in the Urag Mountains and Jordan Delaney idly wondered why the orcs would had been so eager to fight over such cold rocky slopes, seemingly barren of all life and comfort. Shivering, he pulled his fur coats more tightly about him and urged his horse on down the slopes, eager to get out of the worst of the biting winds. Back home in Elon, the sun would still be bright, warming the backs of the harvesters and shining on the golden leaves of the autumn trees. All the same, Jordan was curious to meet the young Wolfwyrd clan, even if they did live abominably far north. Rumors of the new nation had spread far and wide over the past few years and if even half of them were true, these orcs were very interesting people.
It was a little before noon, and autumn frost was still crisp in the air, when Jordan finally arrived at Eguzkine. Beside the fact that he was human, he didn't stand out much. Jordan always preferred to travel alone and without any fanfare. His horse was sturdy and reliable, but no knight's steed and he was dressed in simple fur coats and woolen scarves. Under the hood of his cloak there were a few gray streaks in his dark brown hair and his eyes were brown as well, as gentle and confident at a faithful dog. Along with his packs of supplies, his horse carried a sheathed great-sword and a longbow, but anyone traveling great distances in the west would be similarly well armed.
He road up to some of the guards standing near by and spoke to them in Common Surveak. He had a naturally quite and reserved tone and a gift for being both to the point and polite at the same time. "Good morning. My name is Jordan Delaney and I have come as a representative of Elon. Would you please inform the Chieftess Lukene gra Otsana or one of her representatives of my arrival, or else direct me to the right person to make an introduction to."
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Post by frostwander on May 2, 2015 23:22:25 GMT
The Erlantz watch were well-versed in receiving travelers, and smoothly handed off their position to another pair of soldiers as they guided Jordan into the city, sending a runner ahead to let the manor prepare for the guest's arrival. Through the palisade gates to the manor hall of Eguzkine, the courtyard within was a bustle of workers, servants, and soldiers. A large area on one side was being used for small group drills, a scarred, red-headed orc yelling instructions to the trainees. On the other side, a group of horses was being lead to the gates by their riders for exercises.
A young boy took the reins of Jordan's horse at the gates, to lead it to the large stable building. The escort led Jordan neatly through the middle of the moving people to an orc woman with dark blue eyes and long hair dyed to match, standing aloof from the activity of the yard near the main hall's entrance. She wore a plain hide vest, sleeveless despite the chill air, leather trousers and boots, and wore a short sword on one hip. She bowed as they approached, then nodded to the soldiers as they saluted, "Thank you."
As the guards stepped away to return to their post, the woman met Jordan's gaze. "Welcome, emissary from Elon. I am Bihotz gra Zeru. Our chieftess, Lukene gra Otsana, is not in Erlantz at present, having journeyed south to attend the conclave in Thundercrown. Our matriarch would be pleased to meet with you, however, and discuss any matters that you bring.
"If you would like, we have lodging where you may rest from your journey and refresh yourself before meeting with the matriarch, or I can show you to her directly if you prefer."
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Post by missmilkmaid on May 3, 2015 0:24:58 GMT
Jordan was somewhat surprised by all the activity, for some reason he'd expected the new nation to seem sparse and small, but Erlantz was busier than Christallo castle at home.
Giving Bihotz a polite nod as she introduced herself, Jordan stood with his hands folded behind his back. He'd never seen anyone with blue hair, orc or otherwise, but he managed to do an excellent job of not starring. He could use a good wash and a meal after the long ride, but at the same time he was growing more and more eager to learn of these people and he was the sort of man who wasn't satisfied until he'd finished the job he'd been tasked with. All the same, he decided to accept the invitation to refresh himself. This would be the Wolfwyrd's first impression of Elon, afterall and he might as well take the opportunity to become more presentable. "If accommodations are ready, I would be grateful for a room to refresh myself in."
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Post by frostwander on May 3, 2015 7:05:13 GMT
"Of course, please follow me." Bihotz turned and led the way into the manor. The decoration inside was sparse, and while bright cloths were creatively draped in places to give it color, it was clear the Wolfwyrd had not yet had much time to devote to luxuries. Bihotz showed Jordan to a plain but comfortable room in one wing not far from the main hall. There was a bed and simple but functional furniture, and a number of large cushions to serve as extra seating. There was also a privacy screen, behind which sat a wide bath basin, freshly filled, and a pile of thick cloth towels.
"Please take your time, and should you require anything, speak with one of the manor attendants. When you are ready, I will be in the yard to bring you to the matriarch."
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Post by missmilkmaid on May 4, 2015 4:45:23 GMT
"Thank you," Jordan said nodding gratefully to her. He couldn't help but take a short moment as she turned to go to scrutinize the blue color of the orc's hair. He'd never heard of orcs naturally having such bizarre coloring in their hair, so he determined it must be altered in a some way. A curious custom, but he found it actually made for an interesting impression, especially with as long as Bihotz's hair was. Ducking into the room he'd been shown to, Jordan made use of the bath while it was still hot.
Once he was clean, shaven and dressed in a fresh outfit, Jordan tucked his letter of introduction from the queen into his doublet and strode out the yard to find Bihotz again. Dressed in a forest green doublet, over a brown shirt, with loose slashed sleeves and matching colored trousers rather than heavy fur coats, Jordan seemed taller and slimmer. His his face, while still showing the signs of his age looked less rugged after the shave. His prominent cheek bones accented his narrow features and brown eyes and his wavy hair was still damp, appearing nearly black in the day light.
He gave Bihotz a nod of greeting as he approached, "If she is willing, I would like to see the matriarch now," he told her, "I appreciate her hospitality and patients."
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Post by frostwander on May 4, 2015 17:17:41 GMT
Bihotz turned toward Jordan as he approached, standing in much the same spot she had been when he first arrived. She looked him up and down briefly, gauging his new appearance, then smiled. "Certainly, please follow me."
The orc led Jordan around to the left side of the manor entrance, where a large round tent covered in furs was erected. Two armored guards at the door stepped smoothly aside as Bihotz entered, allowing Jordan to follow before taking their positions again.
Near the entry a chair was set facing a low fur bed in the middle, and Bihotz indicated it to the human as she passed. "This is our Matriarch, Otsana gra Ortzi, the mother of our chieftess. Matriarch, Jordan Delaney, representative of the Kingdom of Elon." The blue-haired woman knelt beside the bed, facing Jordan.
Reclining on her left side in the bed was an orc woman in her forties. Otsana wore a simple cloth robe lined with dark grey furs, and her ebony colored hair was braided neatly. One tusk was broken shorter than the other, and weathered skin and scarred hands evidenced her past as a warrior. A grey fur blanket covered her legs. She nodded to Jordan, "Welcome, Jordan Delaney. It is a pleasure to meet you."
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Post by missmilkmaid on May 5, 2015 5:04:44 GMT
Jordan bowed to Otsana from the waist, before taking the chair indicated. "The pleasure is mine, Matriarch Otsana. We have heard much of the Wolfwryd people in the south. On behalf of King Azlyn and Queen Chello I bring deepest regards. The courage and faith of your clan has been an inspiration to all the north and they wish to extend the friendship Elon to you, Chieftess Lukene gra Otsan and all your people."
Jordan took the letter written and sealed by the queen from his pocket an passed it to Otsana. Inside it held an official greeting and a confirmation that Chancellor Jordan Delaney had been sent to represent Elon and her interests. "Queen Chello met your cheiftess briefly a few seasons ago and is curious if the Wolfwyrd are still interested in establishing a trading rout between our nations." Jordan explained, once Otsana had had the chance to read over the letter.
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Post by frostwander on May 5, 2015 17:56:40 GMT
Bihotz stood briefly to hand the letter to the queen, to prevent any need for the others to rise. Otsana carefully broke the seal, then opened the letter and read it. "I remember my daughter told me of her meeting with your queen and the others, and we have spoken numerous times of the potential for an organized trade between our nations.
"We are certainly still interested, but have found our production the last two seasons more immediately claimed by the need to establish those of our people without dwellings and security. Lukene and I have discussed at length a safe route in advance for a time when we can form a regular trade caravan to your kingdom, and feel that a land course west of the Urag mountains will be a gentler passage than one making use of the passes or rivers.
"We do hope to establish this soon, in fact. What details do you bring that are requested by your queen and king, to help this happen?"
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Post by missmilkmaid on May 6, 2015 2:47:07 GMT
"Queen Chello has been working on drawing up arraignments for a northern trade alliance, which will hopefully involve multiple nations, including the Wolfwryd Clan," Jordan explained, "But such things take time to implement. In the meantime, Elon would like to establish a regular over land rout west of the Ryn River and Urag mountains, as you propose. We can build a trading house and have half the funds for the cost of establishing the rout ready by the end of the next season."
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Post by frostwander on May 6, 2015 17:16:15 GMT
Otsana nodded. "Getting a nominal trade started would be beneficial, especially as a lead-in to further projects and alliances. I believe we should be able to make similar preparations by the end of next season ourselves, though I will need to consult with our Minister of Finance to be certain. The Wolfwyrd will be glad to cover the other half of the caravan costs as soon as we are prepared.
"Are there any other matters that have brought you to the north as well?"
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Post by missmilkmaid on May 7, 2015 4:40:15 GMT
"Yes, though it is no great matter."
Jordan still was trying to get a peg on Otsana and her people. So far they all seemed polite, accommodating, but to the point with little pomp, dallying about or showing off. It made them hard to read. Over the years, Jordan had learned that what people bragged about or showed off usually told a lot about them. Fanfare and seemingly useless customs were opportunities to gain insights to the heart of a culture. Except for the strong show of female leadership, Bihotz strange hair, the strict attention and careful placement of the guards and the fact that these people used a lot of pillows in their interior decorating, there hadn't been a lot to get a read of of so far. They were clearly a nation of warriors, a young nation that had yet to fall in to habits of comfort and security that strong walls and secure cities often led to. That much was clear from the guards at the door and Otsana's own war-battered appearance. But it was hard for Jordan to imagine any orc nation that wasn't woven by a culture of battles and the spirit of the Warrior. He couldn't tell if they had the warrior's arrogance pride to go with their warrior's spirit and discipline and there political views were still just rumor and speculation. It was pretty common knowledge that the clan was close to the Aedak faith and that they'd quickly won over the favor of the Veakirate, but their ideas on the Empire were much more vaporous. Jordan decided to dabble at the matter, do a slight bit of bragging himself and see what sort of reaction if any he got in return.
"Elon recently built a grand palace, in anticipation of the Grand Surveak Emperor making a royal court for himself here in the north. We have completely depleted our supply of stone and have no native resources ourselves. Until this autumn we had been trading for stone with Hessnya, but the recant turmoil there has forced us to seek suppliers elsewhere."
If Jordan had said these things to a Firetooth Elder or diplomat, he knew he would likely have seen faint levels of contempt and a dash of unease as well. The Firetooth's pride chaffed at every mention of the Empire and the reminded of the powerful overlord which had forced their nation to bow the knee and accept the collar of subjugation. The idea of the Emperor making court in the north was a sour one to them. Also, though they didn't ever say it to anyone's face many of the Firetooth orcs viewed nations like Hessnya and Elon with slight contempt for the ways in which they sought the favor and attention of the south. If the Wolfwyrd had similar political leanings as their neighbors, Jordan could expect to seem some similar expressions appear in the lines of Otsana's and Bihotz's faces. However, his careful attention to their reactions and his inner considerations didn't show at all on his own face. His voice was pleasant and calm, seemingly only concerned with the exchange of trade and resources.
"If your people have stone to sell, or would be willing to trade stone for food or lumber, Elon might very well be interested in establishing an exchange."
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Post by frostwander on May 7, 2015 17:31:27 GMT
Bihotz didn't show much reaction to the news of Elon's palatial construction, though she nodded slightly with a concerned expression at the mention of the recent turmoil in Hessnya. It was obvious that the Wolfwyrd were paying attention to any news from those events, however distant.
Otsana's expression also briefly creased at mention of Hessnya, but seemed pleased by the other news. She smiled and said, "Congratulations on the new palace, I am certain it must be a sight to behold! We received the notice that the Emperor was seeking a seat for a Northern court, and while we gave it some consideration, did not feel the Wolfwyrd were in a place to provide such a seat. Our idea of architecture is very different from the Far South, as I'm sure you've seen. Besides, I rather doubt the Emperor would have interest in holding court among the furthest and youngest of the nations, among a people he little knows."
The matriarch remained quiet in thought for a moment. "The Wolfwyrd do have a small stock of stone at present, which we would be willing to trade. Our current projects require additional funding rather than stone, so we would be willing to send the stone along with a caravan in exchange. We have two tonnes of stone presently ready, and would ask five thousand jien for that amount. Would that be acceptable for Elon?"
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Post by missmilkmaid on May 8, 2015 18:27:21 GMT
"I believe that price would be satisfactory," Jordan said "And by all accounts, despite the fact that your nation has so recently joined the Empire, you are a faithful and industrious people. I have seen such today and shall carry news of what I have seen back south with me. I wouldn't be surprised at all if the Empire took an interest in the Wolfwyrd clan, in your story and industrious settlement here on the frontier." He gave a small smile. "Indeed you almost put the rest of the north to shame by the speed and efficiency you have shown. What others have done over the course of centuries you are achieving in a matter of years. I think it is safe to say Aed smiles upon your clan and I have no doubt the Emperor shall as well."
It had been encouraging to see that the neither Otsana nor Bihotz seemed to show much of a negative reaction to the Empire. Far as he could tell these orcs were mostly concerned with the production, safety and settlement of their people and had no strong political leanings or investment in international politics. It would be good to develop friendship with such a nation, since they were likely to remain stable in turbulent waters and when or if they ever did grow more invested the the affairs of the other nations, it would be well to have already established a good report with them.
"Elon will be glad to establish this rout and trade of resources and I am certain that if progress is made on a larger trade alliance Queen Chello shall involve your people in that venture."
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Post by frostwander on May 8, 2015 19:23:51 GMT
"Thank you for your kind words, Ambassador Delaney. I will confer with Ametza this evening to discuss the specifics of the resource exchange and caravan setup, so we can get things moving as quickly as possible." Otsana nodded, her reclining position not lending itself to a bow.
"In the meantime, please feel welcome to spend at least a few days in our hospitality while preparations are begun, so we can have definite word for you to carry home."
Bihotz stood as the matriarch concluded, waiting to see if Jordan had any further words before showing him back to the main manor building.
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