08-12-2018, 06:26 AM
The majestic throne room was overwrought with bustling activity from the many guards and nobles that filled the hall after preparations had been made for the other races to make their grand introductions. As had been explained to him prior this was a way for a new ruler to gather allies and influence from the non human population, Revan couldn’t help however to notice that only humans filled the ranks of both the military and the nobility. The young Lady Oviah had seated her small frame upon her ornate throne. Her long red and black dress touching the floor. Her blonde hair tied in a pony tail behind her head resting on her exposed neck. Her green eyes watched anxiously as her first meeting with the representatives began.
Revan remained at her side, his job was to make sure none of the representatives attempted any violence towards the child who was still extremely vulnerable having had just lost her father. The man had valiantly marched with his men to defend a city under siege by a white dragon that controlled many dark and corrupting energies.
The first to enter the brightly lit hall was a representative of the Dwarves. This was the first time Revan had layed eyes upon one but they were as had been described short and bearded. This dwarf entered with only one other at his side, another dwarf who was dressed in a grey robe and held a staff that extended just above his head with a red tip. The Dwarf to step forward was clad in blue chain mail and he stroked his brown beard perhaps a sign of being as nervous with this meeting as Oviah herself was.
“Lord Emlyn Whiteaxe of the Dwarves thank you for coming.” Oviah said calmly.
“Lady Oviah, my condolences for the loss of your father.” the Dwarf noble said in a deep gruff voice.
“Thank you Lord Whiteaxe.”
“If you wish our current trade deals will continue as they did with your father, it would be best that after what happened with Midred you expanded your military forces and we are prepared to assist in their arming and supply.”
“Thank you Lord Whiteaxe your offer will be considered.” Oviah replied as the Dwarf noble bowed and left the hall.
The next representative was an even smaller being that wore a green dress and cloak and looked incredibly frail yet strangely far more confident. The Gnome stopped and gave an incredibly short bow which Revan could not deny looked a bit silly considering how close to the ground she already was.
“Lilli Celwyn of the Gnomes, I am pleased you came.” Oviah said with a smile clearly trusting this race.
“Lady Oviah, a pleasure it is to see you again.”
“What happened to your father was a tragedy but Gnome ingenuity and innovation has never been greater, we will offer what we can in your defence.” Lilli and Oviah smiled at one another before the Gnome turned and made an exit as fast as her small legs could carry her.
Everything seemed to be going well so far and relations with these two human like races seemed extraordinary but Revan knew Oviah had told him things would only get more complicated as negotiations continued. Another short creature entered the hall in iron plate armour, the metal boots clanked along the floor before taking his position in front of Oviah.
“Welcome Zux of the Goblins, what brings you here?” Oviah asked clearly a bit unsure how to act with this creature.
“Us Goblins would like to say how sorry we are about the news, we will gladly take up arms to defend Maple Falls if need be.”
“You have my thanks Zux.” Oviah replied giving the Goblin a warm grin.
“We have many more mercenaries available for your use but would require some coin to make this happen.”
“If I have need of them Zux I will send for them.” she said giving the Goblin the signal to leave as well.
As the Goblin was about to leave he froze in place, three far larger green creatures entered. Revan recognised them as Orcs, skilled but usually overaggresive warriors.
“Chieftain Xagok, I wasn’t sure if you were coming.” Oviah said knowing that recent Orc losses had been hard.
Slamming lightly into the Goblin shoving him aside before motioning to his two bodyguards to stay in place blocking the Goblin from exiting without having to ask them to allow him to pass, Xagok made a small casual walk towards Oviah.
“We suffered great losses defending Midred, I do not intend to make such sacrifices in the defence of Maple Falls.” Xagok snarled clearly angry about something more.
“We grow tired of Human laws governing our military size limits, allow us more freedom and only then will you receive our support.”
“The military limits of the Orcs were under the advisement of Minis Tirith, however you have my word they will be reviewed.”
“They had better be, or I will be back.” Xagok moved to exit the hall with the Goblin moving to the side to avoid the larger greenskin before exiting as well.
“Xensag and Wrimag of the Giants...” Oviah said slowly realising what was coming.
“Giants?” Revan asked wondering what this would be like.
The hall shook as two lumbering tall brutes in only loin cloths crouched into hall, only once completely inside did the two giant brothers have room to stand and stomp their way to the front to be heard.
“Giants want more farm land.” Xensag said calmly.
“Giants want safe from Charr.” Wrimag said angrily.
The Charr from what Revan understood had been having some scuffles with the Orcs recently and while seeking food to supply their military had begun robbing the food, Revan supposed they had now resorted to stealing from the Giants as well.
“Revan?” Oviah asked innocently for advice.
“The Charr will have to be dealt with, but a bit of land might satisfy them for now. Revan said believing a matter was clearly on the rise here.
“Ten acres will be given, however thirty percent for three months will be given to our military forces and something will be done about the Charr.” Oviah said hoping she could keep her word.
The two Giants nodded their heads and began to exit together as another wolf like creature entered. Revan went for his sword but to his surprise Oviah raised her hand as a sign of no danger.
“Cretops of the Worgen, thank you for coming.” Oviah said sounding relieved.
“Your welcome Lady Crimsonheart, know that the Worgen packs have already agreed to support you but they do ask something in return.”
“Of course, hunting fields will be supplied in return for your services in defending our lands.”
“My Lady what about the Salamanders?” Revan whispered curious why that particular race had not come.
“They usually don’t perform diplomacy with Kingdom officials, they are far more secretive.” she whispered back.
A sound of doors slamming caught both their attention as they turned to see a feline like beast strode in. The Worgen turned toward Oviah and looked down at the ground and growled at the sight of the creature.
“Vatgar Scribecaller.” Oviah said trying to sound calm and confident despite the interruption.
“General Shadowripper sends his regards but my time here is short, I already know the Orcs have asked for military expansion, I ask the same but with an offer, we Charr will defend your city for you.” The feline Charr awaited the Lady’s answer.
Revan knew this was mostly political but couldn’t help but feel that if Oviah agreed then the Charr would turn to more bloodshed, he shook his head when Oviah turned to look at him.
“I will consider an allowance of military expansion but it will not be great, I will ask that you cease your stealing of crops.” Oviah sounded extremely confident but the predatory gaze of the Charr gave both her and and Revan an uneasy feeling.
“I will report your decision to General Shadowripper.” the Charr turned to make his leave.
“I will have my scouts report on their movements to you soon, no doubt the Orcs will do so as well.” Cretops said giving his own bow before leaving.
“Well, that’s all for now.” Oviah said giving Revan a worried look.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the Charr.” Revan said curious by the mysterious warrior race.
Revan remained at her side, his job was to make sure none of the representatives attempted any violence towards the child who was still extremely vulnerable having had just lost her father. The man had valiantly marched with his men to defend a city under siege by a white dragon that controlled many dark and corrupting energies.
The first to enter the brightly lit hall was a representative of the Dwarves. This was the first time Revan had layed eyes upon one but they were as had been described short and bearded. This dwarf entered with only one other at his side, another dwarf who was dressed in a grey robe and held a staff that extended just above his head with a red tip. The Dwarf to step forward was clad in blue chain mail and he stroked his brown beard perhaps a sign of being as nervous with this meeting as Oviah herself was.
“Lord Emlyn Whiteaxe of the Dwarves thank you for coming.” Oviah said calmly.
“Lady Oviah, my condolences for the loss of your father.” the Dwarf noble said in a deep gruff voice.
“Thank you Lord Whiteaxe.”
“If you wish our current trade deals will continue as they did with your father, it would be best that after what happened with Midred you expanded your military forces and we are prepared to assist in their arming and supply.”
“Thank you Lord Whiteaxe your offer will be considered.” Oviah replied as the Dwarf noble bowed and left the hall.
The next representative was an even smaller being that wore a green dress and cloak and looked incredibly frail yet strangely far more confident. The Gnome stopped and gave an incredibly short bow which Revan could not deny looked a bit silly considering how close to the ground she already was.
“Lilli Celwyn of the Gnomes, I am pleased you came.” Oviah said with a smile clearly trusting this race.
“Lady Oviah, a pleasure it is to see you again.”
“What happened to your father was a tragedy but Gnome ingenuity and innovation has never been greater, we will offer what we can in your defence.” Lilli and Oviah smiled at one another before the Gnome turned and made an exit as fast as her small legs could carry her.
Everything seemed to be going well so far and relations with these two human like races seemed extraordinary but Revan knew Oviah had told him things would only get more complicated as negotiations continued. Another short creature entered the hall in iron plate armour, the metal boots clanked along the floor before taking his position in front of Oviah.
“Welcome Zux of the Goblins, what brings you here?” Oviah asked clearly a bit unsure how to act with this creature.
“Us Goblins would like to say how sorry we are about the news, we will gladly take up arms to defend Maple Falls if need be.”
“You have my thanks Zux.” Oviah replied giving the Goblin a warm grin.
“We have many more mercenaries available for your use but would require some coin to make this happen.”
“If I have need of them Zux I will send for them.” she said giving the Goblin the signal to leave as well.
As the Goblin was about to leave he froze in place, three far larger green creatures entered. Revan recognised them as Orcs, skilled but usually overaggresive warriors.
“Chieftain Xagok, I wasn’t sure if you were coming.” Oviah said knowing that recent Orc losses had been hard.
Slamming lightly into the Goblin shoving him aside before motioning to his two bodyguards to stay in place blocking the Goblin from exiting without having to ask them to allow him to pass, Xagok made a small casual walk towards Oviah.
“We suffered great losses defending Midred, I do not intend to make such sacrifices in the defence of Maple Falls.” Xagok snarled clearly angry about something more.
“We grow tired of Human laws governing our military size limits, allow us more freedom and only then will you receive our support.”
“The military limits of the Orcs were under the advisement of Minis Tirith, however you have my word they will be reviewed.”
“They had better be, or I will be back.” Xagok moved to exit the hall with the Goblin moving to the side to avoid the larger greenskin before exiting as well.
“Xensag and Wrimag of the Giants...” Oviah said slowly realising what was coming.
“Giants?” Revan asked wondering what this would be like.
The hall shook as two lumbering tall brutes in only loin cloths crouched into hall, only once completely inside did the two giant brothers have room to stand and stomp their way to the front to be heard.
“Giants want more farm land.” Xensag said calmly.
“Giants want safe from Charr.” Wrimag said angrily.
The Charr from what Revan understood had been having some scuffles with the Orcs recently and while seeking food to supply their military had begun robbing the food, Revan supposed they had now resorted to stealing from the Giants as well.
“Revan?” Oviah asked innocently for advice.
“The Charr will have to be dealt with, but a bit of land might satisfy them for now. Revan said believing a matter was clearly on the rise here.
“Ten acres will be given, however thirty percent for three months will be given to our military forces and something will be done about the Charr.” Oviah said hoping she could keep her word.
The two Giants nodded their heads and began to exit together as another wolf like creature entered. Revan went for his sword but to his surprise Oviah raised her hand as a sign of no danger.
“Cretops of the Worgen, thank you for coming.” Oviah said sounding relieved.
“Your welcome Lady Crimsonheart, know that the Worgen packs have already agreed to support you but they do ask something in return.”
“Of course, hunting fields will be supplied in return for your services in defending our lands.”
“My Lady what about the Salamanders?” Revan whispered curious why that particular race had not come.
“They usually don’t perform diplomacy with Kingdom officials, they are far more secretive.” she whispered back.
A sound of doors slamming caught both their attention as they turned to see a feline like beast strode in. The Worgen turned toward Oviah and looked down at the ground and growled at the sight of the creature.
“Vatgar Scribecaller.” Oviah said trying to sound calm and confident despite the interruption.
“General Shadowripper sends his regards but my time here is short, I already know the Orcs have asked for military expansion, I ask the same but with an offer, we Charr will defend your city for you.” The feline Charr awaited the Lady’s answer.
Revan knew this was mostly political but couldn’t help but feel that if Oviah agreed then the Charr would turn to more bloodshed, he shook his head when Oviah turned to look at him.
“I will consider an allowance of military expansion but it will not be great, I will ask that you cease your stealing of crops.” Oviah sounded extremely confident but the predatory gaze of the Charr gave both her and and Revan an uneasy feeling.
“I will report your decision to General Shadowripper.” the Charr turned to make his leave.
“I will have my scouts report on their movements to you soon, no doubt the Orcs will do so as well.” Cretops said giving his own bow before leaving.
“Well, that’s all for now.” Oviah said giving Revan a worried look.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the Charr.” Revan said curious by the mysterious warrior race.