Hoshizora

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Founder: The Iammelonian Protectorate of N e o t a u r i a

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Largest Black Market: 193rd Most Scientifically Advanced: 226th Largest Information Technology Sector: 259th+39
Highest Wealthy Incomes: 345th Highest Average Incomes: 358th Largest Manufacturing Sector: 399th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 469th Most Corrupt Governments: 481st Highest Economic Output: 484th Largest Mining Sector: 517th Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector: 519th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 549th Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry: 593rd Highest Poor Incomes: 652nd Largest Insurance Industry: 658th Highest Disposable Incomes: 671st Fattest Citizens: 698th Smartest Citizens: 817th Largest Furniture Restoration Industry: 827th Largest Governments: 867th Largest Retail Industry: 867th Most Valuable International Artwork: 887th Lowest Crime Rates: 932nd Most Subsidized Industry: 944th Largest Cheese Export Sector: 964th Most Patriotic: 965th Largest Publishing Industry: 988th Greatest Rich-Poor Divides: 1,018th Largest Soda Pop Sector: 1,153rd Largest Basket Weaving Sector: 1,263rd Most Nations: 1,361st Most Cultured: 1,437th Largest Pizza Delivery Sector: 1,549th Most Developed: 1,576th Largest Agricultural Sector: 1,587th Most Advanced Public Transport: 1,590th Most Advanced Public Education: 1,618th Most Avoided: 1,676th Rudest Citizens: 1,719th Most Secular: 1,792nd Most Advanced Law Enforcement: 1,914th Most Extensive Public Healthcare: 1,964th
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1.The Celestial Imperium of The AlicornsLeft-Leaning College State“Imperium aeterna.”
2.The Nebulean Union of IammelonCapitalist Paradise“The Nebula Stands Strong, United, and Free!”
3.The Empire of Bezannia of TriporeaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Endowed to execute the Moon’s Sovereign Purpose”
4.The Supreme Empire of The Dalek ParadigmIron Fist Consumerists“Daleks reign supreme! All hail the Daleks!”
5.The Thalassocracy of BayanelokaviPsychotic Dictatorship“If not we, then who?”
6.The Holy Dominion of LuumanFather Knows Best State“Glory to Luuman”
7.The Athailian Solar Empire of Honour GuardDemocratic Socialists“Our race will rise from its ashes”
8.The Confederation of Lost Childs of L EmpireIron Fist Consumerists“Gabriels children shall not be lost”
9.The Talmyrox of TaurghaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“From Darkness Light from Light Darkness”
10.The Ithrak Domain of AngelariumFather Knows Best State“ꂡꁏꏹꌚ ꋖꀍꀤꌚ ꉣꋪꁏꃴꏹ ꂵꂖ ꃃꀤꋪꋖꀍꋪꀤꁍꀍꋖ?”
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The Talmyrox of Taurgha

Iammelon wrote:Cendri and his compatriots watched Nia switch into a very different form. It wasn't precisely unusual to them, as they as Watrike all had something similar. All of them had been in combat, and this resembled the combat mode of the Watrike. It was certainly impressive however, as it was like their own combat mode but intensified. Tenkan and Iula both clearly now saw what Cendri meant by Nia being an enhanced Watrike. When it was finished, a loud "BEEEEP" sounded, and the room began to shift back into its dormant state to indicate that the simulation was over. Cendri however was not quite so happy. He noticed the tone and the change in attitude, but then he tilted his head to the side at the question, "Test? Not test, Nia. Not student, or competition. Is training simulation for teamwork. No testing coming after, unless Nia enroll in academy." He was beginning to get an idea of Nia a bit more now, thinking for a moment before speaking, "Simulation over. Nia good at combat, this one needs no validation for this." He turned around to Tenkan and Iula, "This one requests additional assistance. Simulation of combat over, change to simulation for rock climb and skyfall."

The two other Watrike tilted their heads and looked to eachother, before looking to Cendri and nodding. Cendri then looked back to Nia, "Come, put training equipment back. Not needed now." He went back towards the lockers, and began to put away the simulation equipment. He did however look to Nia to speak as he did so, "If Nia have issue, can tell this one. Did not wish to disturb fun, Nia is not student or soldier here. Only guest. Have choice." After that and stepping back he gestured towards Iula and Tenkan, who had gotten out of their own training gear. They were still wearing uniforms, as that was just what was expected of Watrike. But Cendri spoke again, "Now, has Nia done skyfall before? This one knows that one can climb, but next simulation is for big fall from sky! Uses turbine."

Nia thought a bit to herself how she should speak and after a quick calculation she decided to be honest and trust her new friends "This one will be clear to Cendri's question regarding an issue. This one let down guard due to magnificent learning opportunities and friendly people. This one's dream is to find place in grand society of Trikorn and aid with skills while also learning, however is unsure if Cendri or superiors share this plan for this one. This one wants merely to help, not become experiment" she thought a bit to herself then added "..except if to save children and elderly or other innocents or for good cause, yes" then she decided to smile once more "...skyfall! This one's greatest past-time! Nia will show Tenkan, Iulia and Cendri all she knows! However ...what is turbine's purpose?" she tilted her head to the side in pure confusion and curiosity.

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Iammelon wrote:Her irritating tone certainly annoyed Tyfrondor, who was not fond of this youngling's attitude or her very weird flirting. Her statement did get a nod from Tyfrondor, although then Ymira made her comment and Tyf had to suppress a small chuckle at the idea the youngling got from that. He was fortunately experienced in this, and managed to avoid letting out any sounds. Although when Sarxaxa pointed over at the Watrike guard, the guard looked down at his crotch momentarily before tilting his head to the side in confusion. He did not understand how Sarxaxa expected him to lay any Jalaor eggs with which to use, and looked in confusion at Tyfrondor for clarification on this. Meanwhile in the back of the room, Tarral chuckled at Ymira's words as well, and didn't stop when Sarxy gave the mean eye. She patted Myrsa on the back and smirked, speaking quietly, "Guess she wants to rebuild her fortune by becoming an egg merchant..."

The Grand Drake sighed and nodded, "My son takes after me quite well, you will find. I've called him down already, he'll be here soon enough. But as for your idea..." He glanced in the direction of the Watrike Sarxy had pointed at, "I am presuming you want one of my Watrike to forcefully retrieve your lost hoard. I am hoping you have more of a plan for that rather than just stealing a lot of gold. If you can present a good enough plan for me, I will consent to one of my Watrike carrying it out. Although I can already tell any idea in your head would be less than legal, so I can already guess which of my Watrike I would need to call upon."
As Tyf finished, another door in the Grand Drake's chamber opened, and all the Watrike in the room shaped up and gave a stomp with their right feet simultaneously to honor the arrival. That arrival was another Golden Dragon, large and strong, with a mighty resemblance to Tyfrondor. He wasn't armored but he quickly took notice of the Valxes in the room, giving them an analytical look, sizing them up but also carefully inspecting each of them to try and get a feel of who he was dealing with now. Tyfrondor smiled, and spoke up while gesturing towards the new arrival, "Ah, and here is my son now. All of you, meet Razethorne, my second child and my son."
Razethorne, now introduced, walked up and gave a respectful bow of his head towards the Grand Drake, before raising it and speaking, "Greetings, father, I have answered your summons. I presume these are the Dragons from Shyr that uncle Ezron sent word of. If you need my assistance in settling them on Shyr, I offer it gladly." He then turned to look towards Sar'ksasa, and up close it was pretty clear to see for her that Razethorne had inherited his father's capable physique, although he was clearly much younger and more spry, "You look to be their leader, judging from the fact you are the one up front speaking to my father. You know my name now, and according to Ezron's report you must then be Sar'ksasa. Welcome to Heord."

Myrsa laughed back with Tarral's joke, but the suddenly frowned and looked at her older sister, looking worried "You know, it would be funnier if she wasn't able to actually make a profit from selling her eggs by the dozen ..because she is capable of that. Keep an eye on her, for all of our sakes, including hers." she then looked at Tyfrondor appearing miffed and signaling with his eyes that he would prefer the company of a pack of Naga. Myrsa turned back to Tarral with an evil smirk "Damn I know that look. Back when I was Talmyr I resisted countless urges to have her made into dragon burger ...Tyfrondor might snap and make her into dragon fillet, and then someone would eat her and die of greed poisoning". Ymira pouted "Dragon fillet sounds juicy ...I am hungry Myrsa! MOOO-" Myrsa closed with her paw the youngling's mouth "Tarral, do you know anywhere that serves meat in this place? ...we could have a date ...hehe" winking as she growled suggestively, exactly like the amazing softskin, Larry, does in his TV show.

Sar'ksasa smiled as Tyf quickly understood her intended use of the Watrike, raising a claw and preparing to proudly describe her masterful plan ..however instead of this she just remained with the claw up and looking at Razethorne with a big dumb smile "Heh ...hiiiiii! You can call me Sar'ksi.. ...or naughty girl, both will do. Woof!" Both Myrsa and Ymira tilted their heads looking worried as they were about to go. The young business-dragoness while realizing her surroundings which included the towering and judgemental figure of Tyfrondor above her, she tapped her paws and took a deep breath "Forgive me, the flight from Shyr was quite a hurdle ...truth is I am indeed Sar'ksasa, or if you are interested in the wonderful world of economics ..you might know me by my Urvanyen alias of Sarxaxa, head and owner of the Bank of the Sun, major stockholder in the VeC firm and sadly ...well Omnipo once." giving a rather angry look towards Tyfrondor before turning with an extremely suggestive look towards Razethorne "I can see you are a daring dragon mr Razethorne, I would gladly show you my way of cooking the numbers some time. Nonetheless, time is arcalite; We were just talking with your father about the future of our business partnership ...our moving in Heord, I mean."

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Iammelon wrote:Feme returned the hug, quite pleased to hear that reaffirmed. She nodded and grasped his hand tightly, "Yes, it is about time to tell my nephew. He's been waiting already, and now we have quite the news for him. Right this way, dearest fiancé..." She smiled at finally getting to use that word, although if she got her way it wouldn't be just that word for very long. She guided Otrysian towards the exit of the garden, right into another small chamber which resembled a meeting room. Adorned on the walls here were a variety of family treasures the Rwims had in their possession. Ancient Khopesh swords, old Anubite masks and helmets, various staffs belonging to High Lords of old, and other little relics which all told bits of the Rwim Family story.
And sitting there at a table quietly was High Lord Sethus Rwim, who glanced up as Feme and Otrysian entered the room. Feme made a curtsy of respect, getting a nod of approval from Sethus before speaking, "Greetings, High Lord Sethus. I finally bring before you Prince Otrysian Arganraxel, as well as good news. I have accepted an offer of marriage from the Prince. I ask your permission for the marriage and to hold the ceremony here as well."

The High Lord was quiet for a moment, before sighing and standing up, "I'll admit, I was waiting for this when I heard you had both arrived. If only father was around to see this, his sister finally getting to marry the Ghashyr she was simply head over heels for... I am certain that you do not care whether or not I accept, Aunt Feme, as I am certain you would do it anyways. But you have my consent. The preparations for a marriage truly worthy of two imperial households will made. Such things won't take long."

Feme smiled, and walked over to Sethus to give him a hug, "Thank you, nephew. And yes, it is a shame Faourket isn't here to see this, but I am glad his son will be there at least. That would've been good enough for my brother." She then backed up from the High Lord and turned to Otrysian with a smile, "Well now, all that matters now is getting ready for the ceremony. Although I suppose if you wish to speak with the High Lord about political matters, now is the time as well. But regardless of what you do now... Tomorrow you are mine." She smiled in such a way that showed her teeth, a feisty side of Feme Otrysian would've seen before when she got excited and possessive.

Otrysian gave a quick suggestive wink to Feme, agreeing to the acquisition of himself by her "Of course my heart's jailor!", then suddenly felt rather awkward facing Sethus, scrubbing his chin "Well ...truth is that this was the main reason I arrived here High Lord Sethus, there is not much else to be said. You already know me well and where I stand on all issues. However, given the opportunity of speaking to the High Lord of the Anubites I will take the chance to inform him at least of my plans besides the wedding and ask one thing." He looked at the family Khopesh swords hanging by the walls and back at Sethus "...you must realize that the reasons for not marrying your aunt earlier were the least I could do to aid my house and clan, however seeing as things have worked out and considering what I plan on doing, there is not point in prolonging our mutual suffering of not being open about our bond." he approached closely and respectfully towards Sethus "...I do not wish any aid in any form from the Anubite Empire for my campaign, this marriage after all is too important for me to be made into some political game like the Zantines and Galgatyens did with theirs, as if some mere merchants. No, what I want to ask from you is your blessing to me and that you will secure a place for my sister, close family and my most loyal servants in your domain if I fail, to be treated as family. To secure this union of families long overdue I would like to hand you this..." he brought out a mighty barimetric sword with elegant golden eagles on its hilt "Arcalendalyon, the Golden Talon ..it has been in my family for as far as I know and I would not want indecent hands to touch it when I'm gone. This is the sword of my mother, her father before her and his father before him ...Talmyr after Talmyr along with the Golden Claw dagger. It is a sign of my house and name, a tool to guard justice and honor in the name of the many. The claw will have to remain with me, since a Jalaor without a claw, is heartless and alone ..please accept this old man's gift and guard it, as it is my gift to the House of Rwim, an equally noble line of rulers as the line of the eagle. If my line fails, the Halls of Tombuiorn will at least remember us." He walked and handed the sword to Sethus to examine "...as I was saying, I look forward to the wedding, and afterwards, I will offer my fallen mother justice and my Feme the crown she deserves ...I will demand my rights to the Talmyrox from Myrafiora, in the old fashioned duel way. I do not wish others to bleed for me." with that he stood next to Sethus and smiled "So, do you like this old Talon?"

The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea

Iammelon wrote:Zenos had to rub the back of his head as this topic came up. The corridor authority was a touchy subject, between the Union and the Ghashyr and it was one he didn't like. The problem was that the 'princess seeking attention', was his daughter. One who had distinctly over extended herself, and he had to deal with that fact she was indeed seeking attention. After a moment of silence at the awkwardness, Zenos spoke up to address this, "Yes the corridor authority was a rather sudden and undesired change, facilitated by the Ghashyr and the Iammelonian Union. I don't expect it to hold very long, given the troublesome region it inhabits. And I do have to add my personal apologies for that entire stunt occurring at all. It is a matter that require rectification, but the stunt was performed not by the princess. She was merely pushed along to present an idea that was in reality birthed by forces within the Talmyrox and the Iammelonian Union, to take advantage of the troublesome border. We will have to move to solve this issue, and you can rest assured that I will do what I can from within Iammelon to handle that authority. As for the princess seeking attention, she got plenty, and that matter will be handled internally. No similar stunts will occur again."

He decided to leave that subject alone for now as it was a bit awkward for him, but the next topic was an interesting one. Zenos put a hand to his chin in thought before speaking, "It is indeed true that Human and Hurvecht cannot create children, just as Human and Taurus cannot or Ialao and Drelakini cannot. A reality of biology that has made marriage alliances troublesome. However this development of adoption is an interesting one, and perhaps useful. While I am of course married myself, I am not insulted by the offering of a adopted son. While those who are adopted cannot become Emperors in the Zantine Empire by tradition, my people see no issue with the prospect of adoption, including of a different species. It is legitimate, as far as I am concerned. The Lasacris line has many branches as well, and I even have unmarried siblings. Ragnia here for instance." He gestured to his younger sister, who gave the Emperor a glare for offering up that bit of information but did nod in affirmation. Although it was fairly clear she was not a fan of the subtle offering up. Zenos continued, "Your adoptive couns, Emperor Martin, will find a match with us, and we can tie our Empires closer together through such a bond. Though I am not too big on arranged marriages between people who know too little of eachother. I'd like to meet the prospect if at all possible."

Brackson had to admit this Meascthan was an odd one, wondering who exactly she was expecting to intervene here. Perhaps one of the Bezi guards? Still, the fact her gaze returned to Zenos meant he couldn't really leave this one alone. Not without knowing more of what exactly was going on here at least. So he leaned down a bit and spoke in a quieter tone, effectively whispering back to her in a still stern voice, "I'd like to, but you are currently keeping a bit too close of an eye on the subject of my duty. So your work is bumping up into mine, and my duty requires that I know why." He glanced back to Zenos really quick just in case something was off, as he really did not like this situation, before returning his gaze to the strange woman.

Martin knew of the emperor's relation of course, he was not ignorant of such details. However it was an issue he felt that he needed to bring up regardless, perhaps to pressure Zenos into an response. When Zenos was answering he swore he could see Martin containing a smile, though he could have misinterpreted the Hurvecht's facial movements. Regardless Martin moved on and was pleased with his reponse regarding the human cousin.
"Good, we must arrange some meetings. It is important to me that our empires finally create some blood bonds." The emperor nodded and seemed to move on.

The woman let out a soft sigh, before she suddenly stood to attention. Martin stood and looked to the room. "Zenos and I require privacy. Out." Martin announced. The doors opened to a small music room adjacent to the meeting room and everyone began to file out, even the guards. It seemed there was to be some words that Martin wished to share with Zenos in private. The white clad woman walked out of the room and turned to see if Brackson followed. She waited in a corner for him while everyone else went to get drinks and mingle with the zantinians.

"I am Court Witch Jane Garrett." The woman said in a respectful tone, but her silvery tone had vanished. "I am a student of the Imperial Wizard Sullivan. My work was simply to make sure your charge spoke truthfully." The woman expected Brackson to understand and seemed annoyed when he didn't. "I am a truthseer. It is one of the old arts in which I specialise. I can see lies and untruths as they are spoken. His Majesty asked me to judge your emperor as honest and I have." The woman nodded to end her sentence. As she spoke a guard approached her and bowed to whisper in her ear. He stepped back and left. "Captain Brackson, I hope you are not still worried. His Majesty is only conscious of having reliable friends in these new times. I do hope you understand."

Martin waited a moment for everyone to leave before he turned back to Zenos and sat. "It is my turn to admit a bad action, friend. I had one of my court wizards in here a moment ago, they only watched you to see if you spoke the truth and did not shelter your mind by giving me false promises. I do this because it is important to me these days to have good friends. I beg your forgiveness but know that Bezannia finds itself without friends these days. The last goodwill we have with the union from our aid in the war is dwindling, the Talmyrox have an uneasy alliance, and Tordelia sits on our border still. Bezannia needs allies before the whole of the east swallows her."

The Empire of Bezannia of Triporea

Angelarium wrote:As a woman of sentimentality, fashion was a concept that she pondered deeply about from time to time. Partly as a result of Anubite’s infamous navel-gazing being rubbed off on her. And the other simply being that she’s somewhat of an unofficial anthropologist. Although she’s currently taking a class to turn that into an ‘official’.

Everyone, no matter how they may feel about what they adorn their mortal coil. It is expressing who they are as a person. A reflection of how they see themselves. For the high culture of the Hoshizoran nobility, no matter the star they were born under.

That said, she quite liked the dress of pearls. The color serves to make her maple leaf hair and gold-coin eyes stand out even more. The small, amusing thing that she withheld was that she was flattered that she was bestowed a dress that crystallized purity. She doesn’t blame them for viewing her in such a light. Nor should she ever complain about it, image was everything when it came to the crust of society.

Many were unfortunately too boring to accept a certain side of her. Her husband was the only one to get to see those sides. And vice versa. There isn’t a singular soul in the entire galaxy that would ever imagine the ‘truth’ behind the closed doors of their residence. Her husband was mystical to their people, a ‘god’ to the empire in all but name. He was certainly a god in her eyes, albeit in very different ways.

When she was told to eat light it didn’t bother her. Too much eating is rather, if unhealthy when not monitored, a frequent pattern with her. Being too buried and losing track of time can do that to you. Having become a couple with her husband led to a cession of that habit. Having a tight schedule to follow meant it was necessary to be very aware of how time is being used.

On the rise, she psyched herself up. Recalling the many lessons given to her. With the sweetest of smiles she exited the carriage while being assisted by the servant. The weight of the eyes evoke no discomfort from her. Having long grown used to being the center of attention. She came to learn how to earn being on the stage and show off why she deserved to be on it.

The gazes that felt envious were her favorite. It made her face itch because she oh so wanted to carry such a smugful expression. But that was too conflicting with the image she wanted to sell. That of a compassionate, merciful maiden who extends an open hand in peace. Not a vain woman who rubs her superiority in the faces of others. This isn’t to say she felt superior, not at all, she just sometimes wishes she can flaunt with no repercussions.

The walk was well, a walk in the park for her. Even ground is practically an alien sensation to people who lived for long periods on very uneven terrain. Can you imagine walking on a sand dune? Now try to picture doing that over a mile. There’s a reason why tourists prefer to ride on a mount rather than walk.

Speaking of mounts, she’s reminded of her great steed back home. He would have loved roaming about such a lovely park. The residences would find their supply of butter missing however.

Now for the palace, it was true that she never witnessed such a monument to opulence. Beside the people in the halls looking like they’re about to drop their new hit rap album and start breakdancing with all the jewelry on them. (She really should stop vibing to rap music when she’s studying.) She was very impressed with what she saw. If she was any poorer she felt that light would start bending around those people from how wealthy they were.

Of course, material wealth wasn’t something she valued too much. Same with the claim that comes from the Bezi rumor mill. Really, she would have more belief in Tyf being able to buy half their country. That man was quite prideful of his wealth. His mountain is an obvious testament to that.

Heulyn returned the smile with her own to Theodore. “It’s already a night that I’ll remember for a long time.” This was truly a step above every other social event she came before. Perhaps, comparing just the level of opulence, her own wedding. Solely because it was intentionally small and private. There was no desire to make a big deal out of it.

Still, she probably should mention that to her husband. He might do a power move on the Bezi to exert dominance. Or on her. She finds it cute how easy it can be to provoke a reaction out of him.

She returned the handshake prompted by the Earl. “A pleasure to meet you on such a fine night.” She bowed her head as well.

The Earl and Theodore talked a while about Bezannian politics and business, things Heulyn knew very little of due to the specifics of the two Hurvecht's conversation. Though she needn't worry about listening to Theodore drone on all night about how the Lord Mayor of Dernby had another scandal involving a new mistress, or the aldermen of New Elmborough were due for a reelection thanks to the constant merchant taxes they introduced regularly. As soon as the two began their talk, Heulyn was pulled away by a Hurvecht. He was smartly dressed and had a thin face and frame.
"How do you do, miss. I am Lord Ecchin of Hoppland. You are Lady Heulyn, yes? Of course you are I knew as much. You are married to the Anubite Lord, yes? How is he these days? I heard he is doing well, sequestered in your palace now." Heulyn would actually never find a moment to reply to any of Lord Ecchin's questions as he answered them all with frightening intimate knowledge of her life. Later in the evening she would learn Lord Ecchin was a massive gossip and practically knew everything about everyone. He was a green Hurvecht hidden by purple fur. He had the characteristic antisocial disorders frequent among the subspecies and had a low monotone voice. He had become a veritable library of all details of other peoples' lives. And had heard through other nobility of Heulyn and her husband. He went on for a few minutes like this, asking a question and then answering it. But he suddenly interrupted himself as he saw a tray of potted shrimp passing through the room and he excused himself to pursue it. After the departure of Lord Ecchin she was then approached by a servant with a tray of champagne. He offered her a glass and then left. Heulyn was left alone after that, free to explore the party by herself for a while.

The Nebulean Union of Iammelon

Taurgha wrote:Nia thought a bit to herself how she should speak and after a quick calculation she decided to be honest and trust her new friends "This one will be clear to Cendri's question regarding an issue. This one let down guard due to magnificent learning opportunities and friendly people. This one's dream is to find place in grand society of Trikorn and aid with skills while also learning, however is unsure if Cendri or superiors share this plan for this one. This one wants merely to help, not become experiment" she thought a bit to herself then added "..except if to save children and elderly or other innocents or for good cause, yes" then she decided to smile once more "...skyfall! This one's greatest past-time! Nia will show Tenkan, Iulia and Cendri all she knows! However ...what is turbine's purpose?" she tilted her head to the side in pure confusion and curiosity.

Cendri seemed to listen and gave a nod in understanding, "This one understands. This one has no plans for Nia, this one is here to help. Shall help Nia find place. No experiment." Cendri then turned to walk, "Turbine create air resistance, simulate fall better. See for self." With that, he kept walking, as he decided Nia would be better off seeing it for herself instead of him just describing it.
The location Cendri was describing was not too far away from the regular training center, and it was a very tall room. In the center there was a very large tube of sorts, with two entrances. One near the top that could be gotten to by a staircase, and another towards the bottom. At the bottom and top of the tube were two very large airducts, quite safe as they were heavily reinforced, but Nia could see the turbine Cendri had mentioned if she walked up and looked down at the bottom of the tube, as the turbine was far below it. Two Watrike technicians were working on the controls, while one Watrike was currently inside the tube. A Watrike with green scales, wearing a full body one-piece red suit which seemed to be allowing him to float. He could move up and down, and did little front-flips like he was falling through the air. He had a smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying himself. Cendri looked to Nia to explain, "Indoor skydiving chamber. Simulates fall from sky! Used to train body, prepare for sensation of fall from flycraft. Even simulation of air against face. Need to use suit to make work." He walked over towards another section of lockers, which had full body suits of various sizes in them. Cendri spoke up again, "Have to put these on, take off clothes. Use changing room." He pointed to the changing room in question.
While grabbing his suit, Tenkan made a comment, "Skyfall simulation fun. Have done airdrop missions before, simulation helped. Feel like floating in air, can do many tricks. Can show Nia when inside simulation tube! Tricks not recommended for actual drop, tube is safe and allow more fun." He then went to take up a changing room stall and get into his uniform.

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Taurgha wrote:Myrsa laughed back with Tarral's joke, but the suddenly frowned and looked at her older sister, looking worried "You know, it would be funnier if she wasn't able to actually make a profit from selling her eggs by the dozen ..because she is capable of that. Keep an eye on her, for all of our sakes, including hers." she then looked at Tyfrondor appearing miffed and signaling with his eyes that he would prefer the company of a pack of Naga. Myrsa turned back to Tarral with an evil smirk "Damn I know that look. Back when I was Talmyr I resisted countless urges to have her made into dragon burger ...Tyfrondor might snap and make her into dragon fillet, and then someone would eat her and die of greed poisoning". Ymira pouted "Dragon fillet sounds juicy ...I am hungry Myrsa! MOOO-" Myrsa closed with her paw the youngling's mouth "Tarral, do you know anywhere that serves meat in this place? ...we could have a date ...hehe" winking as she growled suggestively, exactly like the amazing softskin, Larry, does in his TV show.

Sar'ksasa smiled as Tyf quickly understood her intended use of the Watrike, raising a claw and preparing to proudly describe her masterful plan ..however instead of this she just remained with the claw up and looking at Razethorne with a big dumb smile "Heh ...hiiiiii! You can call me Sar'ksi.. ...or naughty girl, both will do. Woof!" Both Myrsa and Ymira tilted their heads looking worried as they were about to go. The young business-dragoness while realizing her surroundings which included the towering and judgemental figure of Tyfrondor above her, she tapped her paws and took a deep breath "Forgive me, the flight from Shyr was quite a hurdle ...truth is I am indeed Sar'ksasa, or if you are interested in the wonderful world of economics ..you might know me by my Urvanyen alias of Sarxaxa, head and owner of the Bank of the Sun, major stockholder in the VeC firm and sadly ...well Omnipo once." giving a rather angry look towards Tyfrondor before turning with an extremely suggestive look towards Razethorne "I can see you are a daring dragon mr Razethorne, I would gladly show you my way of cooking the numbers some time. Nonetheless, time is arcalite; We were just talking with your father about the future of our business partnership ...our moving in Heord, I mean."

Tarral observed Tyfrondor's clear displeasure, and gave a small chuckle at Myrsa describing a similar feeling. That however brought up the matter of eating, and Tarral noted that the youngling was hungry as well. She did give Myrsa a look for the suggestive growl, "I believe you have been watching too much softskin media. However the suggestion to eat is a valid one, as both you and the youngling seem to be hungry. I wouldn't mind something to eat either, myself. I know some places within the Golden Mountain, it's a large place and naturally has many locations to feed the Dragons, staff, guards, and others within it. If I am remembering correctly, there is a chamber nearby which serves as a kitchen. I haven't been there since I was a youngling and my father brought me there after a meeting with the Grand Drake. It would be nice to go there again." She smiled at the memory.
"Ah, wait, we should see if we have been dismissed first..." Tarral moved to try and speak up towards Tyfrondor and Sarxaxa, but that was about when Razethorne entered the room. And she joined the other two Dragonesses in giving a weirded out tilt of the head, before shaking her head, "I think it's a good idea to go now, best not to give the Grand Drake any additional troubles." Raising her wings to prevent Myrsa or Ymira to see Sar'ksasa embarrass herself any more, she guided them out of the throneroom. The location she would bring the two younger to was nearby, a fortunately short walk away, and it was a large room that seemed to resemble a cross between a dining hall and a cafeteria. It was laid out like a Cafeteria, but the tables and arrangement was quite ornate, fit for Dragons. It even had a large, dragon-sized chandelier above to light up the room. Within the room there were two Combat Drakes, still in their armor, sitting at a table and eating a meal. Towards the back there was the kitchen Tarral mentioned, currently being manned by a large and grumpy looking Golden Dragon with darker scales, who was roasting a large chunk of meat with his fire breath at the time the three Dragonesses entered.

Back in the throne room, Razethorne maintained his polite demeanor over all, although the bark got a raised eye from him. That wasn't a part of flirting he was used to. Ever the dutiful son however, he gave her a nod, "A pleasure to meet you then, Sar'ksi. I won't be addressing you as 'naughty girl', I am afraid, as the circumstances are unfitting. Yes, I have heard the name of Sarxaxa before, as I have dealt with reports that involved the Bank of the Sun and the VeC firm before. I handled the economics of Excave before, and I handle my father's personal finances now, so I have inevitably come into contact with your interests. But now is indeed the time for duty. I am here to assist my father in any way he requires of me. I presume I have been called in to help escort your family to their new homes and handle the transfer of assets."
When the two looked back to Tyfrondor finally, the Grand Drake had an extremely unamused look on his face at Sar'ksasa's 'unique' form of flirting towards his son. He did a brief smirk however at the mention of Omnipo. He snorted to make sure everyone realized he was speaking now, "Yes, back to the primary topic at hand. You, my Son, will not be handling anything so base. The matter of moving the Katak'sars into their Heordal accommodations will be handled by others, you have more important duties than touring caves." He then looked back to Sar'ksasa, "What matters right now is working out the matter of your hoard, as you clearly intend to retrieve it one way or the other. I am presuming by your comments and looks, you have a plan in mind. I would like to hear it. Razethorne here will be contributing as well in the matter of ensuring any Shyr-to-Heord transfers work out smoothly, it is in his own area of expertise. After hearing your plans, we can work out precisely what the alliance you have offered will be in practical terms."

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Taurgha wrote:Otrysian gave a quick suggestive wink to Feme, agreeing to the acquisition of himself by her "Of course my heart's jailor!", then suddenly felt rather awkward facing Sethus, scrubbing his chin "Well ...truth is that this was the main reason I arrived here High Lord Sethus, there is not much else to be said. You already know me well and where I stand on all issues. However, given the opportunity of speaking to the High Lord of the Anubites I will take the chance to inform him at least of my plans besides the wedding and ask one thing." He looked at the family Khopesh swords hanging by the walls and back at Sethus "...you must realize that the reasons for not marrying your aunt earlier were the least I could do to aid my house and clan, however seeing as things have worked out and considering what I plan on doing, there is not point in prolonging our mutual suffering of not being open about our bond." he approached closely and respectfully towards Sethus "...I do not wish any aid in any form from the Anubite Empire for my campaign, this marriage after all is too important for me to be made into some political game like the Zantines and Galgatyens did with theirs, as if some mere merchants. No, what I want to ask from you is your blessing to me and that you will secure a place for my sister, close family and my most loyal servants in your domain if I fail, to be treated as family. To secure this union of families long overdue I would like to hand you this..." he brought out a mighty barimetric sword with elegant golden eagles on its hilt "Arcalendalyon, the Golden Talon ..it has been in my family for as far as I know and I would not want indecent hands to touch it when I'm gone. This is the sword of my mother, her father before her and his father before him ...Talmyr after Talmyr along with the Golden Claw dagger. It is a sign of my house and name, a tool to guard justice and honor in the name of the many. The claw will have to remain with me, since a Jalaor without a claw, is heartless and alone ..please accept this old man's gift and guard it, as it is my gift to the House of Rwim, an equally noble line of rulers as the line of the eagle. If my line fails, the Halls of Tombuiorn will at least remember us." He walked and handed the sword to Sethus to examine "...as I was saying, I look forward to the wedding, and afterwards, I will offer my fallen mother justice and my Feme the crown she deserves ...I will demand my rights to the Talmyrox from Myrafiora, in the old fashioned duel way. I do not wish others to bleed for me." with that he stood next to Sethus and smiled "So, do you like this old Talon?"

Sethus focused his gaze on Otrysian, standing straight and keeping his hands behind his back as the prince spoke. That is until he brought out the sword, which got a look of interest from the High Lord. When it was offered, Sethus took the sword into his hands to look it over. He was silent for a moment, before sighing and giving a small smile, "It is good that you make no requests of the Empire, as I am in no position to grant any large degree of support from the Anubite Empire beyond words. And so as High Lord, I can offer you nothing. But as Sethus Rwim, head of the House of Rwim and nephew of Feme Rwim, I can offer my blessings for your union between our two families. Along with one promise. Upon your marriage to my aunt, your close family and their servants are entirely free to seek shelter and a home on Tombuiorn, as they will be part of our greater family. Your sister shall be kept safe, and given a place, if she so wishes. I would do no less for family."
He then chuckled, "The Golden Talon is a lovely sword. I appreciate the history behind it, and I am honored by the trust bestowed. But we Anubites take the matter of swords quite seriously. So I will not be allowing you to leave with merely a dagger at your side." He went up to the wall filled with Khopeshes, and took one down from the wall. In its place he hung up Arcalendalyon. Giving the Khopesh he just took down a quick twirl, he then turned and presented it to Ortysian. A place made of Arcalite, unblemished by battle and pristinely crafted, "I am afraid this blade never got a name. It was crafted in preparation to be given to my anticipated younger brother, who unfortunately was stillborn. His blade has thus hung here, never named or wielded. But its destiny was always to be wielded by a new member of the Rwim family. Consider this my gift for the marriage, and a welcoming to the family." He offered the Ghashyr the blade, and then continued, "I can tell you will have some busy and eventful days ahead, so I will ensure the marriage ceremony is ready as soon as possible."

The Nebulean Union of Iammelon

Triporea wrote:Martin knew of the emperor's relation of course, he was not ignorant of such details. However it was an issue he felt that he needed to bring up regardless, perhaps to pressure Zenos into an response. When Zenos was answering he swore he could see Martin containing a smile, though he could have misinterpreted the Hurvecht's facial movements. Regardless Martin moved on and was pleased with his reponse regarding the human cousin.
"Good, we must arrange some meetings. It is important to me that our empires finally create some blood bonds." The emperor nodded and seemed to move on.

The woman let out a soft sigh, before she suddenly stood to attention. Martin stood and looked to the room. "Zenos and I require privacy. Out." Martin announced. The doors opened to a small music room adjacent to the meeting room and everyone began to file out, even the guards. It seemed there was to be some words that Martin wished to share with Zenos in private. The white clad woman walked out of the room and turned to see if Brackson followed. She waited in a corner for him while everyone else went to get drinks and mingle with the zantinians.

"I am Court Witch Jane Garrett." The woman said in a respectful tone, but her silvery tone had vanished. "I am a student of the Imperial Wizard Sullivan. My work was simply to make sure your charge spoke truthfully." The woman expected Brackson to understand and seemed annoyed when he didn't. "I am a truthseer. It is one of the old arts in which I specialise. I can see lies and untruths as they are spoken. His Majesty asked me to judge your emperor as honest and I have." The woman nodded to end her sentence. As she spoke a guard approached her and bowed to whisper in her ear. He stepped back and left. "Captain Brackson, I hope you are not still worried. His Majesty is only conscious of having reliable friends in these new times. I do hope you understand."

Martin waited a moment for everyone to leave before he turned back to Zenos and sat. "It is my turn to admit a bad action, friend. I had one of my court wizards in here a moment ago, they only watched you to see if you spoke the truth and did not shelter your mind by giving me false promises. I do this because it is important to me these days to have good friends. I beg your forgiveness but know that Bezannia finds itself without friends these days. The last goodwill we have with the union from our aid in the war is dwindling, the Talmyrox have an uneasy alliance, and Tordelia sits on our border still. Bezannia needs allies before the whole of the east swallows her."

The Zantine delegation walked out of the room without much fuss, a bit confused but seeing no reason to object to the two Emperors speaking alone. Brackson, reluctantly, did move to go outside as well. Though he looked back to Zenos for a bit of reassurance on the topic first. The Emperor gave him a small nod, and Brackson exited the room along with the other Zantine delegates and guards, leaving Martin and Zenos alone within the meeting room.

Out in the music room, Brackson went over to the woman in the corner. He crossed his arms and grunted, his tone a bit annoyed, "I would not have been worried if I had known ahead of time. But I hope you should understand that I am not a mage, psionics expert, or anything else of the sort. Others in the Rangian Vanguard handle these matters. My work is keeping the Emperor safe, that is all. Thus when I have certain reports that indicate oddities within the Bezzanian Court, a strange woman who's motives are unknown to me grabs my attention when she is so utterly focused on my charge. The application of magics only makes that even more concerning, in fact." He uncrossed his arms and sighed, but relaxed his tone a bit, "Now I am less worried now that I know what you were doing, but I can't exactly say I am happy. I know not how your truthseer arts work, but any magic directed at the Emperor is still of concern to me. Not all is so benign. So you'll have to forgive me for erring on the side of caution instead of waiting for a head to explode. Just know that I do not have any blame thrown around, your precaution is an understandable one. We'd likely employ similar individuals on Instabull if we had them, but the mages we have access to are of a different sort."

Back in the meeting room, Zenos sat himself down after waiting for everyone to pile out. He wasn't so sure what this was about, but that was soon figured out when Martin explained himself. The Human sighed, but nodded, "I can't say I am pleased to have somebody poking at my mind, but I understand your worries. False allies are all too common these days, I know this all too well from the Civil War and the Union. You have my forgiveness on the matter, and I appreciate your honesty. But that should certify that I was not lying about being interested in deepening our friendship, and the growing bonds between our two Empires. Zantium will need friends in the coming times as well, as the Talmyrox is deeply unstable, the Union seeks ever greater hegemony, and we Zantines don't really have any friendly bonds with the Tordelians to speak of. What few interactions my people have had with them were certainly not friendly, that I can say for sure. Thus, Martin, Zantium seeks a friend in Bezzania not just because of friendship, but also in truth it is also the pragmatic choice. I don't like saying that as it makes me feel... ingenuine, but that is a truth here."

"Our interests do not clash with eachother, we are both in need of friends in dangerous times, and we lack any true hostility with one another. Our values may not be perfectly aligned but that is nothing that cannot be accounted for. This is the angle by which I can justify these growing bonds to the more skeptical of my court." He said that dryly, but then perked up with a smile, "But that's all that really is to me, a justification. My personal angle has, and always will be, far more personal. I seek friends, true friends, and in you I can see that Martin. That's the real reason I considered this at all! Zantium has always been a more emotional empire, and I don't really intend to change that. We'd lose our spirit by giving in to pragmatism above all. I do hope that sentiment can be returned."

The Emperor then sighed, "And... Do forgive Brackson. I saw him in the back, and I can only assume he had noticed your wizard. He's no mage himself, but he's perceptive and protective. I hope he didn't cause too much issue."

The Talmyrox of Taurgha

Iammelon wrote:Cendri seemed to listen and gave a nod in understanding, "This one understands. This one has no plans for Nia, this one is here to help. Shall help Nia find place. No experiment." Cendri then turned to walk, "Turbine create air resistance, simulate fall better. See for self." With that, he kept walking, as he decided Nia would be better off seeing it for herself instead of him just describing it.
The location Cendri was describing was not too far away from the regular training center, and it was a very tall room. In the center there was a very large tube of sorts, with two entrances. One near the top that could be gotten to by a staircase, and another towards the bottom. At the bottom and top of the tube were two very large airducts, quite safe as they were heavily reinforced, but Nia could see the turbine Cendri had mentioned if she walked up and looked down at the bottom of the tube, as the turbine was far below it. Two Watrike technicians were working on the controls, while one Watrike was currently inside the tube. A Watrike with green scales, wearing a full body one-piece red suit which seemed to be allowing him to float. He could move up and down, and did little front-flips like he was falling through the air. He had a smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying himself. Cendri looked to Nia to explain, "Indoor skydiving chamber. Simulates fall from sky! Used to train body, prepare for sensation of fall from flycraft. Even simulation of air against face. Need to use suit to make work." He walked over towards another section of lockers, which had full body suits of various sizes in them. Cendri spoke up again, "Have to put these on, take off clothes. Use changing room." He pointed to the changing room in question.
While grabbing his suit, Tenkan made a comment, "Skyfall simulation fun. Have done airdrop missions before, simulation helped. Feel like floating in air, can do many tricks. Can show Nia when inside simulation tube! Tricks not recommended for actual drop, tube is safe and allow more fun." He then went to take up a changing room stall and get into his uniform.

Nia seemed all excited again, though she did not really understand why there was a need for a "changing room". Nevertheless she decided this must be some custom and followed the procedure, even though she had a bit of a trouble with the suit which did not account for this one's superior breast size. Very, very annoying and hard for breathing. With that out of the way she followed Tenkan around eagerly waiting his instructions ..since this was truly something she had never done before! As the new friends got out she titled her head in excitement, her tail was wagging "Are these ones going to jump-float now? Caretaker Cendri mentioned clothes are needed but this one's clothes are very tight. This one is having trouble and would wish to unbutton upper buttons to breathe better. Alternatively this one is already excited and will sustain minor suit irregularity for a while if it is needed to."

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Iammelon wrote:Tarral observed Tyfrondor's clear displeasure, and gave a small chuckle at Myrsa describing a similar feeling. That however brought up the matter of eating, and Tarral noted that the youngling was hungry as well. She did give Myrsa a look for the suggestive growl, "I believe you have been watching too much softskin media. However the suggestion to eat is a valid one, as both you and the youngling seem to be hungry. I wouldn't mind something to eat either, myself. I know some places within the Golden Mountain, it's a large place and naturally has many locations to feed the Dragons, staff, guards, and others within it. If I am remembering correctly, there is a chamber nearby which serves as a kitchen. I haven't been there since I was a youngling and my father brought me there after a meeting with the Grand Drake. It would be nice to go there again." She smiled at the memory.
"Ah, wait, we should see if we have been dismissed first..." Tarral moved to try and speak up towards Tyfrondor and Sarxaxa, but that was about when Razethorne entered the room. And she joined the other two Dragonesses in giving a weirded out tilt of the head, before shaking her head, "I think it's a good idea to go now, best not to give the Grand Drake any additional troubles." Raising her wings to prevent Myrsa or Ymira to see Sar'ksasa embarrass herself any more, she guided them out of the throneroom. The location she would bring the two younger to was nearby, a fortunately short walk away, and it was a large room that seemed to resemble a cross between a dining hall and a cafeteria. It was laid out like a Cafeteria, but the tables and arrangement was quite ornate, fit for Dragons. It even had a large, dragon-sized chandelier above to light up the room. Within the room there were two Combat Drakes, still in their armor, sitting at a table and eating a meal. Towards the back there was the kitchen Tarral mentioned, currently being manned by a large and grumpy looking Golden Dragon with darker scales, who was roasting a large chunk of meat with his fire breath at the time the three Dragonesses entered.

Back in the throne room, Razethorne maintained his polite demeanor over all, although the bark got a raised eye from him. That wasn't a part of flirting he was used to. Ever the dutiful son however, he gave her a nod, "A pleasure to meet you then, Sar'ksi. I won't be addressing you as 'naughty girl', I am afraid, as the circumstances are unfitting. Yes, I have heard the name of Sarxaxa before, as I have dealt with reports that involved the Bank of the Sun and the VeC firm before. I handled the economics of Excave before, and I handle my father's personal finances now, so I have inevitably come into contact with your interests. But now is indeed the time for duty. I am here to assist my father in any way he requires of me. I presume I have been called in to help escort your family to their new homes and handle the transfer of assets."
When the two looked back to Tyfrondor finally, the Grand Drake had an extremely unamused look on his face at Sar'ksasa's 'unique' form of flirting towards his son. He did a brief smirk however at the mention of Omnipo. He snorted to make sure everyone realized he was speaking now, "Yes, back to the primary topic at hand. You, my Son, will not be handling anything so base. The matter of moving the Katak'sars into their Heordal accommodations will be handled by others, you have more important duties than touring caves." He then looked back to Sar'ksasa, "What matters right now is working out the matter of your hoard, as you clearly intend to retrieve it one way or the other. I am presuming by your comments and looks, you have a plan in mind. I would like to hear it. Razethorne here will be contributing as well in the matter of ensuring any Shyr-to-Heord transfers work out smoothly, it is in his own area of expertise. After hearing your plans, we can work out precisely what the alliance you have offered will be in practical terms."

Myrsa was still fascinated with all the dragons around and how everything was made for them "By the Saints, no wonder you still remember this place ..it looks awesome. I will have the same room built in my cave to entertain our guests" she walked up to the dark-scaled golden cook and cheerfully pointed at her young sister "Hey! I am Myrsa, do you have anything tasty and big for my hungry sister? Do not let her size fool you, she can eat a cow whole ...I've seen her do it" Myrsa shuddered for a bit while Ymira stared at the dark-scaled dragon with a vicious hungry, almost evil, look "I am hungry!"

"Sar'ksi" had calmed down entirely from her initial shock and was realizing how she had made a fool of herself, it was time to get a grip and be Sar'ksasa again ..the one who led her family to safety and riches, not some weakling bowing to some proud brute. Razethorne was charming, but it seemed to her that she had ruined any chances with him. She had to regain her strength and analyze the situation fast or else her clan's future would be that of nothing but cowardly and softskin-like weaklings in the history of Heord. She snorted at the mere thought of the insult she herself made-up and rather coldly talked back to Razethorne "Ehem.. Ignore my earlier manners, Heord does cause the lizard to overcome the dragon with its magnificent nature. It is helpful nonetheless that you have some basic knowledge of the world of trade" she then immediately turned to Tyfrondor who was looking sternly "But enough of these nonsense, I will be direct and honest since you are a Dragon" she sat down curling her tail around her body and looking at Tyfrondor without even blinking, proclaiming her plan "First of all, we'll first agree on the alliance and then my hoard. This is a trade, not a charity; I will not accept any charity from anyone as I never have in my entire life. Secondly, as I tried to say earlier, I do not see you as my superior yet but I respect your rank within Heord, this means that I will not be acting in your favor unless I have clear guarantees or owe a favor to you, until then you can consider me an adversary that simply respects the laws of cave hospitality. Lastly, my allegiance will be on equal footing and not dictated by a union of clans" She raised her arm "Now, on the matter of allegiance. Provided I have my hoard and most importantly the proof of ownership of my stocks and bonds, I can provide you the allegiance of all my clients towards Heord directly, among them the Talmyrox that my father usurped from softskins through fire and blood, as well as its economy. Now, what will keep me from ever betraying you is you vowing right now to me to respect my clan and hold up its memory in Heord's history, as long as you and your clan's descendants live ..a guarantee that as long as a Granion lives they will defend and respect the freedom and memory of a Katak'sar." looking rather unshaken and strong-willed, she continued "...in turn I will vow in turn my clan's eternal allegiance to Clan Granion as your honorable Right Wing, in battle and government and judgement. No marriage will be necessary, our vows are to our very dragonhood, which my clan upholds above all else. Which I have to add, if clan Granion ever puts anyone above dragons, it will be considered a breach of our trust. No one reigns over the Dragon." she turned to Razethorne looking somewhat sad "Being honest as I am, originally we talked about a marriage alliance with your father, but I realize now that a mating bond is the most important part in the life of a dragoness ..and at least in Saherod it was customary to either fight for the right to marry a dragoness, or offer her a magnificent and hard-won gift. Most importantly it was necessary to want the dragoness. I will not fall so low as to force someone to marry me as a trade for my hoard. Especially considering that whomever marries me will be the future of my clan through his." thinking she went a bit too harsh on Razethorne she scratched her snoot awkwardly and smiled "You are however a handsome and strong dragon as is your father, I recognize that." with that off her head she looked up to Tyfrondor "Well?"

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Iammelon wrote:Sethus focused his gaze on Otrysian, standing straight and keeping his hands behind his back as the prince spoke. That is until he brought out the sword, which got a look of interest from the High Lord. When it was offered, Sethus took the sword into his hands to look it over. He was silent for a moment, before sighing and giving a small smile, "It is good that you make no requests of the Empire, as I am in no position to grant any large degree of support from the Anubite Empire beyond words. And so as High Lord, I can offer you nothing. But as Sethus Rwim, head of the House of Rwim and nephew of Feme Rwim, I can offer my blessings for your union between our two families. Along with one promise. Upon your marriage to my aunt, your close family and their servants are entirely free to seek shelter and a home on Tombuiorn, as they will be part of our greater family. Your sister shall be kept safe, and given a place, if she so wishes. I would do no less for family."
He then chuckled, "The Golden Talon is a lovely sword. I appreciate the history behind it, and I am honored by the trust bestowed. But we Anubites take the matter of swords quite seriously. So I will not be allowing you to leave with merely a dagger at your side." He went up to the wall filled with Khopeshes, and took one down from the wall. In its place he hung up Arcalendalyon. Giving the Khopesh he just took down a quick twirl, he then turned and presented it to Ortysian. A place made of Arcalite, unblemished by battle and pristinely crafted, "I am afraid this blade never got a name. It was crafted in preparation to be given to my anticipated younger brother, who unfortunately was stillborn. His blade has thus hung here, never named or wielded. But its destiny was always to be wielded by a new member of the Rwim family. Consider this my gift for the marriage, and a welcoming to the family." He offered the Ghashyr the blade, and then continued, "I can tell you will have some busy and eventful days ahead, so I will ensure the marriage ceremony is ready as soon as possible."

The old prince remained respectful and serious as Sethus explained the Khopesh's origins, holding it carefully and examining it "I vow to treat this sword as I treat my own kin. In memory of your brother I will not wield it against the weak or for dishonorable affairs. Let it be a symbol of the purity of soul, Amafiarora, the Brotherly Soul. Thank you High Lord Sethus ..may I honor this sword and give it the story it deserves." He made a slight bow towards the sword and then turned to Sethus with a discreet smile "I will have to go now, my Feme waits for me. You understand."
Otrysian always felt more like himself in Tombuiorn, but this time he also felt a deep serenity, as if all pieces were coming together after a long life of agony and troubles. Yes, all would go as planned...

The Nebulean Union of Iammelon

Taurgha wrote:Nia seemed all excited again, though she did not really understand why there was a need for a "changing room". Nevertheless she decided this must be some custom and followed the procedure, even though she had a bit of a trouble with the suit which did not account for this one's superior breast size. Very, very annoying and hard for breathing. With that out of the way she followed Tenkan around eagerly waiting his instructions ..since this was truly something she had never done before! As the new friends got out she titled her head in excitement, her tail was wagging "Are these ones going to jump-float now? Caretaker Cendri mentioned clothes are needed but this one's clothes are very tight. This one is having trouble and would wish to unbutton upper buttons to breathe better. Alternatively this one is already excited and will sustain minor suit irregularity for a while if it is needed to."

The changing rooms were rather blank places. Just a simple little chamber in which one could change their clothes, and then head right back out. The uniform in question was a simple white suit, but it seemed to have a few features in it to handle wind. And a few bits which were almost like little wings. Tenkan as he got out of his changing room, wearing the uniform, looked over to Nia and did seem to notice the fact that she was squeezed. He tilted his head to the side, "Nia using standard Trikili suit, yes? If Nia uncomfortable, try Gataro sized suit. Perhaps resolve tightness issue? Nia chest area fits Gataro profile. This one would know, Aunt Cera is Gataro. Nia chest similar." To emphasize, he pointed at her chest, and then with his hands simulated similarly sized orbs on his own chest. He then spoke again, "Very similar. Though based on this one's observation, does Nia unbotton for comfort or to flash Cen-"
Before Tenkan could dig himself a bigger hole, Iula stepped in. She poked Tenkan to cut him off, and then turned to Nia, "Upper buttons can be unbottoned, if desired. Most important section is along torso and under arms." She held up her left arm, indicating towards the area on her own suit. It was the area with the strange wing type additions, "Help control flight. To use, extend arms like this." She then stuck both of her arms out to her side, and the wing bits slotted into place.

Tenkan nodded, "Yes, suits help control. Keep wings, and unbottoning fine. Or use Gataro suit." Regardless of what Nia did next, Tenkan would wait until everyone was ready. Including Cendri who rejoined the group wearing his own suit. Nodding at everyone, Tenkan pointed to the tube, "Enter via top access. This one gestures others inside, one at time. When entering, extend hands, deploys wings. Iula demonstrates. Follow safety rules, shout in case of badness. Little danger, as failure just means small fall. But caution always best. We go." With that, he guided everyone up towards the top entrance of the giant tube. This required climbing a ladder up, though for Watrike this was quite an easy and quick climb, although for others it may have seemed a bit imposing for a ladder. At the top, there were actually two doors into the tube. One that entered a sort of transitional chamber, and then finally another door into the tube properly. Tenkan opened the first door, "Iula goes first, watch."
Nodding, the female walked into the transitional chamber. Tenkan closed the door behind her, and then gave a thumbs up to an operator downstairs. The Tube activated in full now, its great turbines activating and great winds beginning to blow within. A few other small devices activated as well, though their purpose was harder to tell. In any case, within the transitional chamber Iula extended her arms, flapping out the wing sections, and then walked forward. The door within opened, and she jumped into the tube. And then she was caught up in the winds, and she began to float. The winds stabilized her in about the middle of the tube, and she seemed to be stuck into a position of semi-freefalling in the middle, but she still had control. By manipulating her wing sections, she could move up and down as well. Iula stuck her tongue out as well, enjoying the sensation. Tenkan looked to Nia, "Ready? This one can guide. Or Cendri can. Requires physical touch if guidance needed."

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Taurgha wrote:Myrsa was still fascinated with all the dragons around and how everything was made for them "By the Saints, no wonder you still remember this place ..it looks awesome. I will have the same room built in my cave to entertain our guests" she walked up to the dark-scaled golden cook and cheerfully pointed at her young sister "Hey! I am Myrsa, do you have anything tasty and big for my hungry sister? Do not let her size fool you, she can eat a cow whole ...I've seen her do it" Myrsa shuddered for a bit while Ymira stared at the dark-scaled dragon with a vicious hungry, almost evil, look "I am hungry!"

"Sar'ksi" had calmed down entirely from her initial shock and was realizing how she had made a fool of herself, it was time to get a grip and be Sar'ksasa again ..the one who led her family to safety and riches, not some weakling bowing to some proud brute. Razethorne was charming, but it seemed to her that she had ruined any chances with him. She had to regain her strength and analyze the situation fast or else her clan's future would be that of nothing but cowardly and softskin-like weaklings in the history of Heord. She snorted at the mere thought of the insult she herself made-up and rather coldly talked back to Razethorne "Ehem.. Ignore my earlier manners, Heord does cause the lizard to overcome the dragon with its magnificent nature. It is helpful nonetheless that you have some basic knowledge of the world of trade" she then immediately turned to Tyfrondor who was looking sternly "But enough of these nonsense, I will be direct and honest since you are a Dragon" she sat down curling her tail around her body and looking at Tyfrondor without even blinking, proclaiming her plan "First of all, we'll first agree on the alliance and then my hoard. This is a trade, not a charity; I will not accept any charity from anyone as I never have in my entire life. Secondly, as I tried to say earlier, I do not see you as my superior yet but I respect your rank within Heord, this means that I will not be acting in your favor unless I have clear guarantees or owe a favor to you, until then you can consider me an adversary that simply respects the laws of cave hospitality. Lastly, my allegiance will be on equal footing and not dictated by a union of clans" She raised her arm "Now, on the matter of allegiance. Provided I have my hoard and most importantly the proof of ownership of my stocks and bonds, I can provide you the allegiance of all my clients towards Heord directly, among them the Talmyrox that my father usurped from softskins through fire and blood, as well as its economy. Now, what will keep me from ever betraying you is you vowing right now to me to respect my clan and hold up its memory in Heord's history, as long as you and your clan's descendants live ..a guarantee that as long as a Granion lives they will defend and respect the freedom and memory of a Katak'sar." looking rather unshaken and strong-willed, she continued "...in turn I will vow in turn my clan's eternal allegiance to Clan Granion as your honorable Right Wing, in battle and government and judgement. No marriage will be necessary, our vows are to our very dragonhood, which my clan upholds above all else. Which I have to add, if clan Granion ever puts anyone above dragons, it will be considered a breach of our trust. No one reigns over the Dragon." she turned to Razethorne looking somewhat sad "Being honest as I am, originally we talked about a marriage alliance with your father, but I realize now that a mating bond is the most important part in the life of a dragoness ..and at least in Saherod it was customary to either fight for the right to marry a dragoness, or offer her a magnificent and hard-won gift. Most importantly it was necessary to want the dragoness. I will not fall so low as to force someone to marry me as a trade for my hoard. Especially considering that whomever marries me will be the future of my clan through his." thinking she went a bit too harsh on Razethorne she scratched her snoot awkwardly and smiled "You are however a handsome and strong dragon as is your father, I recognize that." with that off her head she looked up to Tyfrondor "Well?"

Tarral chuckled, shaking her head, "I doubt you would need a room like this unless you intend to host a group of Combat Drakes or intend to hold a feast! Smaller, more personal chambers are more fitting. But it's a nice difference to tiny little softskin feeding areas, isn't it?" She smiled and then gestured them ahead to speak with the chef.
For his part, the grumpy chef looked over as Myrsa called out, pausing his roast. He walked on over towards them to look over the two of them, narrowing his eyes as they fell upon Ymira. He then suddenly smiled and flapped his wings mightly, creating a gust of air as he laughed. This gust filled the whole room, disturbing even the two other Combat Drakes as they ate their food. But they just sighed and acted like nothing happened, not in the mood to piss off the one who made their food. The Cook then spoke out to Ymira in amusement, "I would hope you are, little one! Otherwise why would you be here if not to eat? You need it too, if you wish to grow big!" He then looked to Myrsa, "The same goes for you! You need a lot more meat on those bones of yours, especially your wings! So if you think I'll merely give you two a cow, then you underestimate me! And don't think I don't see you either, Tarral! Big and strong, no doubt thanks to my magnificent works of art with meat and flesh! You two strange otherscales will learn, as all do! Hm, you look like you come from the islands! Hah! I'll give you proper Mondron cooking, just wait." He then turned and headed back into his kitchen, moving towards a large refrigerator to pick something out.
Tarral chuckled and came up next to Myrsa, "That's Zasstourk for you, the main reason I remember this place. He hasn't changed at all. He's quite enthusiastic for a barracks cook, but he does have some skills to back up his rather inflated self. Albeit he is rather self absorbed, and clearly isn't in the loop as to who you are... I have no idea what he's going to get though, it seems he has decided on a surprise. Come on, sit, he'll bring it over. You too, Ymira." She moved over towards one of the larger, free tables, happily sitting herself down near one. They were built for Dragons, so the arrangements took their style of seating into account.

Razethorne had retained his stoic, dutiful attitude throughout Sar'ksasa's entire following speech, even as she rebuked him. He didn't really seem offended, or really impacted at all. It was only at the very end, offering her little recognition, that his face finally changed. He actually adopted a small smile, "Hah, I respect that choice. I had assumed marriage was on the cards, and I was prepared to do my duty. Our traditions on Heord are not dissimilar to yours, but Clan Heads may arrange marriages if they so deign it. I was ready to do my duty to my clan, if required. I shall do whatever is best for my family and clan, regardless of personal desires. Do not consider me offended for deciding to take into account how much the pairing is actually wanted. I can respect that reason to not move forward with any marriages, and your honesty in not desiring me is appreciated as well. As far as I am concerned, I desire only to do right by my clan, and you should do the same for yours." He then calmly sat down, and looked to his father, content to let that topic pass him now.
As for Tyfrondor, his glare had remained strong on the Katak'sar. His voice rumbled when she finished, "You were smart to show that respect to my son at the end. Otherwise this may have gone quite poorly." The dark look in his eyes verified that he meant that. With that small threat out of the way, he then grunted, "As for your trade, as the Grand Drake of Heord I can guarantee perfect equality. Under all circumstances I will hold Heord's best interests first, including the sanctity of my rank. The Grand Drake decides all, there are no equals to that position. But as Tyfrondor Granion, I can offer what guarantees I am capable of doing as a Clan Head and as a Dragon. So we may approach as equals on that ground. That is not a small thing, so it will suffice I am sure. Thus I can indeed make to you my guarantees that if you swear your clan's allegiance to mine, my clan will preserve the memory of yours. I have many means of doing that, and I will employ multiple of them. Your family's history is effectively all that remains of our wayward kin on Saherod, it is a Draconic Duty to preserve it. I will not be found lacking in carrying out that duty. Just see to it that your allegiance does not waver, otherwise I will follow Heordal law's stipulations upon broken oathes. If that is understood, we have an agreement."
Tyfrondor then paused, and glanced upwards. His eyes fell upon the Draconic skeleton above his throne, with the little golden medallion on its skull. He seemed to think something over for a moment, before sighing and turning back to the younger Dragoness, "Oh, and as a matter of you being my adversary? Consider your statement of intent acknowledged, and I will have the Claw of Law put it in the records. If you wish to know what that entails, you will have to speak with Tarral's father. He would need to referee the next steps anyways, even if you do know the meaning of what you have said to me..." As he said that, Razethorne gave a small nod of his head in acknowledgement, as something rather important had just occurred. Although he glanced quickly at Sar'ksasa with a little curiosity, wondering if she realized what she had just done herself. Mostly because if she did, it would sate his own little curiosity on if Saherod had a similar process.

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Taurgha wrote:The old prince remained respectful and serious as Sethus explained the Khopesh's origins, holding it carefully and examining it "I vow to treat this sword as I treat my own kin. In memory of your brother I will not wield it against the weak or for dishonorable affairs. Let it be a symbol of the purity of soul, Amafiarora, the Brotherly Soul. Thank you High Lord Sethus ..may I honor this sword and give it the story it deserves." He made a slight bow towards the sword and then turned to Sethus with a discreet smile "I will have to go now, my Feme waits for me. You understand."
Otrysian always felt more like himself in Tombuiorn, but this time he also felt a deep serenity, as if all pieces were coming together after a long life of agony and troubles. Yes, all would go as planned...

Sethus gave a smile at the new name for the blade, nodding, "I shall hope Amafiaroa's story is a glorious one. The archives could always do with another good story, to combat much of the unfortunate misery other stories carry with them." He then nodded, "Indeed, I do understand. If I know my aunt, she'll not want to be waiting too long. Go happily, Prince. Just be ready for what will come before and after the wedding. We Anubites have a few peculiar rituals. Feme I am sure will let you know all the details for most of them, except one which I feel will be a surprise. May your ancestors smile upon you, Otrysian Arganraxel, and celebrate as you fulfill your destiny." With that, Sethus turned around, looking back towards the wall of blades. His gaze fell upon the Golden Talon, and he seemed to be lost in thought. Otrysian could of course leave the room at that point, with Feme waiting for him.
Tombuiorn was quiet today, as if the planet itself wished to give a moment to relax as well. A deeply needed time for reprieve, given what the future held, and only time would tell what would happen next...

(FIN)



The Talmyrox of Taurgha

Afternoon in Datha S.C, Shyr, within the Moonlit Quarters of the Mourning Halls Palace someone is working rather hard.

Tired and sleepless Myrafiora was going through various paperwork in her messy office. Dressed in her nightgown and with unkempt greying hair, her eyes were running left and right reading all kinds of official documents through her old pair of glasses. From up close, disregarding the majestic escutcheon standing behind her, she appeared more like a sad clerk doing extra work at home rather than a divine monarch. Finishing signing the last contract, she sighed and lied back in her chair, taking her glasses off, picking up her telecom device and making a call...
"Hi, this is Myrafiora Galgatyen, before we talk just letting you know that this line is secure ...are you ready?"
The other side responded in a muffled and cold male voice, rather strictly "I always am, but are you? Do you know what all this we talked about shall entail?" the Talmyr smiled slightly "My freedom most likely ...it's not like I can do anything other than what I'm already doing. If the entire realm has decided to blame two thousand years of failures on me personally, let them. As you said, our duty is to peace and the well-being of the people after all ...I'd add that my duty is to my family first and I've neglected that more than I should. Sofya needs me, all my kids do even if the others don't show it as much." the man on the other side warmed his tone "You are a good woman Myrafiora and smart enough to set aside your pride. However this will not be easy, you will have to make sure that the Saaryn remain neutral, or it may result in a disaster ..have you contacted the Samargh?" Myrafiora nodded "Yes, their leadership is on board and they will provide support both within the Marta and with civilian leaders, of course with certain extreme demands ...as usual" the man in the other line chuckled "Of course ...as usual! Ah Lauinda, give them silver and they'll ask for arcalite. It is imperative that we protect their rights through all this, until the age of strife is behind us all. The Saaryn ...you did not respond about them." Myrafiora massaged the cavity of her nose, feeling her head quite heavy "Yeah ...th-they're Maur-spawn the lot of them, frankly I do not know what Selyna or the others plan or how they will react. I am isolated from them, always have been. They're a wild card, but I presume they will react badly and we're lucky enough that Sarxaxa is out of the game, or all this would end with both of us in her dungeons." the male conspirator gave out a loud sarcastic laugh "Hah! You always gave this perfidious and ambitious young menace too much credit ..but yes, it is positive that she is out of the game. So, are we still in agreement? Shall we make it official?" Myrafiora remained silent for a few seconds, simply smiling with her eyes closed "...yes, let's do this. I will have to inform my husband however, so please do not act before the end of the week" the man responded with a rather playful tone "I can wait a week I think..."
as the Talmyr put her telecom device down she melted on her chair leaving out a loud sigh of relief and quickly picked her telecom device again, hastily typing numbers
"...'ello grand tyrant of my heart! I have some very important things to talk about ..but first we must talk about the most important matter of our little angry baby Sofi, how is she? I heard about the speech and ...I dunno, is she alright? Did you talk? Does she eat?"

(To be continued...)

The Talmyrox of Taurgha

Iammelon wrote:The changing rooms were rather blank places. Just a simple little chamber in which one could change their clothes, and then head right back out. The uniform in question was a simple white suit, but it seemed to have a few features in it to handle wind. And a few bits which were almost like little wings. Tenkan as he got out of his changing room, wearing the uniform, looked over to Nia and did seem to notice the fact that she was squeezed. He tilted his head to the side, "Nia using standard Trikili suit, yes? If Nia uncomfortable, try Gataro sized suit. Perhaps resolve tightness issue? Nia chest area fits Gataro profile. This one would know, Aunt Cera is Gataro. Nia chest similar." To emphasize, he pointed at her chest, and then with his hands simulated similarly sized orbs on his own chest. He then spoke again, "Very similar. Though based on this one's observation, does Nia unbotton for comfort or to flash Cen-"
Before Tenkan could dig himself a bigger hole, Iula stepped in. She poked Tenkan to cut him off, and then turned to Nia, "Upper buttons can be unbottoned, if desired. Most important section is along torso and under arms." She held up her left arm, indicating towards the area on her own suit. It was the area with the strange wing type additions, "Help control flight. To use, extend arms like this." She then stuck both of her arms out to her side, and the wing bits slotted into place.

Tenkan nodded, "Yes, suits help control. Keep wings, and unbottoning fine. Or use Gataro suit." Regardless of what Nia did next, Tenkan would wait until everyone was ready. Including Cendri who rejoined the group wearing his own suit. Nodding at everyone, Tenkan pointed to the tube, "Enter via top access. This one gestures others inside, one at time. When entering, extend hands, deploys wings. Iula demonstrates. Follow safety rules, shout in case of badness. Little danger, as failure just means small fall. But caution always best. We go." With that, he guided everyone up towards the top entrance of the giant tube. This required climbing a ladder up, though for Watrike this was quite an easy and quick climb, although for others it may have seemed a bit imposing for a ladder. At the top, there were actually two doors into the tube. One that entered a sort of transitional chamber, and then finally another door into the tube properly. Tenkan opened the first door, "Iula goes first, watch."
Nodding, the female walked into the transitional chamber. Tenkan closed the door behind her, and then gave a thumbs up to an operator downstairs. The Tube activated in full now, its great turbines activating and great winds beginning to blow within. A few other small devices activated as well, though their purpose was harder to tell. In any case, within the transitional chamber Iula extended her arms, flapping out the wing sections, and then walked forward. The door within opened, and she jumped into the tube. And then she was caught up in the winds, and she began to float. The winds stabilized her in about the middle of the tube, and she seemed to be stuck into a position of semi-freefalling in the middle, but she still had control. By manipulating her wing sections, she could move up and down as well. Iula stuck her tongue out as well, enjoying the sensation. Tenkan looked to Nia, "Ready? This one can guide. Or Cendri can. Requires physical touch if guidance needed."

As Nia was about to happily respond regarding the flashing or comfort question with a mere yes, Iula luckily interrupted. This female friend appeared to be taking her question more seriously which Nia appreciated, since while flirt was fun, she did feel some discomfort with her suit "This one thanks both Iula and Tenkan for advice, Nia will simply unbotton upper buttons to save time and forward the process." She repeated after Iula, extending her arms like her and imitating every move, except from jumping of course, waiting for her turn and further advice.

Being eager to try this new activity fast, she nodded at all advises and made mental notes for all moves "This one is very very excited but will be careful and do as asked now. Shout in case of badness, affirmative." as her eyes obeyed Tenkan's command to watch Iula fall, resulting in a little shriek of surprise from her, she nodded back while wagging her tail when she realized that Iula floated "All right! Iula flies as avian being!" with that she prepared herself mentally for her own jump, flapping her arms ..her train of thought was slightly disrupted though by Tenkan's last suggestion, freezing a bit in calculation as her eyes appeared staring into the abyss ..suddenly turning to look once at Tenkan and then at Cendri, then smirking seductively at Cendri for a precious little moment before finalizing her decision "Tenkan can guide, it will be good for getting to know new friend better and learn new trick more safely"

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Iammelon wrote:Tarral chuckled, shaking her head, "I doubt you would need a room like this unless you intend to host a group of Combat Drakes or intend to hold a feast! Smaller, more personal chambers are more fitting. But it's a nice difference to tiny little softskin feeding areas, isn't it?" She smiled and then gestured them ahead to speak with the chef.
For his part, the grumpy chef looked over as Myrsa called out, pausing his roast. He walked on over towards them to look over the two of them, narrowing his eyes as they fell upon Ymira. He then suddenly smiled and flapped his wings mightly, creating a gust of air as he laughed. This gust filled the whole room, disturbing even the two other Combat Drakes as they ate their food. But they just sighed and acted like nothing happened, not in the mood to piss off the one who made their food. The Cook then spoke out to Ymira in amusement, "I would hope you are, little one! Otherwise why would you be here if not to eat? You need it too, if you wish to grow big!" He then looked to Myrsa, "The same goes for you! You need a lot more meat on those bones of yours, especially your wings! So if you think I'll merely give you two a cow, then you underestimate me! And don't think I don't see you either, Tarral! Big and strong, no doubt thanks to my magnificent works of art with meat and flesh! You two strange otherscales will learn, as all do! Hm, you look like you come from the islands! Hah! I'll give you proper Mondron cooking, just wait." He then turned and headed back into his kitchen, moving towards a large refrigerator to pick something out.
Tarral chuckled and came up next to Myrsa, "That's Zasstourk for you, the main reason I remember this place. He hasn't changed at all. He's quite enthusiastic for a barracks cook, but he does have some skills to back up his rather inflated self. Albeit he is rather self absorbed, and clearly isn't in the loop as to who you are... I have no idea what he's going to get though, it seems he has decided on a surprise. Come on, sit, he'll bring it over. You too, Ymira." She moved over towards one of the larger, free tables, happily sitting herself down near one. They were built for Dragons, so the arrangements took their style of seating into account.

Razethorne had retained his stoic, dutiful attitude throughout Sar'ksasa's entire following speech, even as she rebuked him. He didn't really seem offended, or really impacted at all. It was only at the very end, offering her little recognition, that his face finally changed. He actually adopted a small smile, "Hah, I respect that choice. I had assumed marriage was on the cards, and I was prepared to do my duty. Our traditions on Heord are not dissimilar to yours, but Clan Heads may arrange marriages if they so deign it. I was ready to do my duty to my clan, if required. I shall do whatever is best for my family and clan, regardless of personal desires. Do not consider me offended for deciding to take into account how much the pairing is actually wanted. I can respect that reason to not move forward with any marriages, and your honesty in not desiring me is appreciated as well. As far as I am concerned, I desire only to do right by my clan, and you should do the same for yours." He then calmly sat down, and looked to his father, content to let that topic pass him now.
As for Tyfrondor, his glare had remained strong on the Katak'sar. His voice rumbled when she finished, "You were smart to show that respect to my son at the end. Otherwise this may have gone quite poorly." The dark look in his eyes verified that he meant that. With that small threat out of the way, he then grunted, "As for your trade, as the Grand Drake of Heord I can guarantee perfect equality. Under all circumstances I will hold Heord's best interests first, including the sanctity of my rank. The Grand Drake decides all, there are no equals to that position. But as Tyfrondor Granion, I can offer what guarantees I am capable of doing as a Clan Head and as a Dragon. So we may approach as equals on that ground. That is not a small thing, so it will suffice I am sure. Thus I can indeed make to you my guarantees that if you swear your clan's allegiance to mine, my clan will preserve the memory of yours. I have many means of doing that, and I will employ multiple of them. Your family's history is effectively all that remains of our wayward kin on Saherod, it is a Draconic Duty to preserve it. I will not be found lacking in carrying out that duty. Just see to it that your allegiance does not waver, otherwise I will follow Heordal law's stipulations upon broken oathes. If that is understood, we have an agreement."
Tyfrondor then paused, and glanced upwards. His eyes fell upon the Draconic skeleton above his throne, with the little golden medallion on its skull. He seemed to think something over for a moment, before sighing and turning back to the younger Dragoness, "Oh, and as a matter of you being my adversary? Consider your statement of intent acknowledged, and I will have the Claw of Law put it in the records. If you wish to know what that entails, you will have to speak with Tarral's father. He would need to referee the next steps anyways, even if you do know the meaning of what you have said to me..." As he said that, Razethorne gave a small nod of his head in acknowledgement, as something rather important had just occurred. Although he glanced quickly at Sar'ksasa with a little curiosity, wondering if she realized what she had just done herself. Mostly because if she did, it would sate his own little curiosity on if Saherod had a similar process.

Looking happily at Tarral, Myrsa nodded "Oh, we had big rooms back in Shyr too, but I could not visit them ..you know, like this. Not to mention that all the things in them were human-sized, and the decoration ..hmm, too human, not like in here! I am glad just to see dragon-sized furniture and dragons! And Zasstourk ...sounds like Jas'sturak my great granpa, wish I had met him." As she was enjoying the atmosphere and the jovial old cook's manners, she responded to Zasstourk respectfully "We're not from these islands you speak of sir. We are of Sa'herod! Shyr as the softskins call it! The last dragons of the planet and we've relocated here. So far your planet is great! ...I will expect this Modron cooking to be as pretty as Tarral over here." she snorted playfully looking at the big tasty dragoness next to her.
Ymira seemed unimpressed and judgemental at the preparation of the food, preferring to see -and most importantly eat- the results first before making a clear evaluation.

Sar'ksasa smiled widely, it was rather unnerving at first due to despite her small size, she sported quite sharp teeth. Nevertheless it was clear it was a smile of personal satisfaction as she continued with a nod towards Tyfrondor "I will not further the challenge as it was a formality to start in equal ground and honor my services as a new vassal. Let it be written however that clan Katak'sar was once sovereign ...still this is all acceptable" With that out of the way Sar'ksasa looked up to the Grand Drake in all his majesty "I have to say I do not feel shame or spite for what I'm about to do ...you truly are great and I hope not merely in size." with this she stood on all fours and made a bow with her front legs, extending her wings all through the floor "I, Sar'ksasa, Valak Saresh of Saherod, head of clan Katak'sar, fireborn, native to the Caves of Sar'garak and Kar'adash, recognize Heord as my new home, petition for a part in its grand caves to call my home. I relinquish my Sareshate to Heord's Valak Saresh, Tyfrondor of clan Granion, to be my entire clan's Valak Saresh in both Heord and Saherod as long as they uphold the freedom-of-the-skies and sovereignty of all Valaki through the position. I furthermore pledge that Clan Katak'Sar, irrelevant of the position of Valak Saresh shall stand by and aid their kind saviors and friends of Clan Granion as their Jas'aksar, their right wing in flights of blooded-claws and flights of warm-suns as long as they remain friends to Valak-kind, if you wish to have us. I, Sar'ksasa Katak'sar pledge my clan to all these terms and before you, my Valak Saresh as my witness, until my clan's and all my descendants of other clans' fires burn out and their flames are lost in the stars. I vow in behalf of my entire clan to uphold this vow, as long as the Valak Saresh, the Grand Drake, upholds Valak Nak Sarakon Ak Valak Saresh, that no one reigns over the Dragon other than the Great Dragon!" with her head still down the young dragoness glanced up to Tyfrondor smiling awkwardly "Do you accept my vows, my Valak Saresh?" Her speech seemed quite formal, using many rather ancient terms that Heordals could recognize with no effort ..other words were a bit harder to understand due to the dialect difference, but they were quite clear in meaning after she was finished.

The Nebulean Union of Iammelon

Taurgha wrote:As Nia was about to happily respond regarding the flashing or comfort question with a mere yes, Iula luckily interrupted. This female friend appeared to be taking her question more seriously which Nia appreciated, since while flirt was fun, she did feel some discomfort with her suit "This one thanks both Iula and Tenkan for advice, Nia will simply unbotton upper buttons to save time and forward the process." She repeated after Iula, extending her arms like her and imitating every move, except from jumping of course, waiting for her turn and further advice.

Being eager to try this new activity fast, she nodded at all advises and made mental notes for all moves "This one is very very excited but will be careful and do as asked now. Shout in case of badness, affirmative." as her eyes obeyed Tenkan's command to watch Iula fall, resulting in a little shriek of surprise from her, she nodded back while wagging her tail when she realized that Iula floated "All right! Iula flies as avian being!" with that she prepared herself mentally for her own jump, flapping her arms ..her train of thought was slightly disrupted though by Tenkan's last suggestion, freezing a bit in calculation as her eyes appeared staring into the abyss ..suddenly turning to look once at Tenkan and then at Cendri, then smirking seductively at Cendri for a precious little moment before finalizing her decision "Tenkan can guide, it will be good for getting to know new friend better and learn new trick more safely"

Cendri seemed to notice that clear moment of deep thought for what was seemingly a simple consideration. The little smirk was also noted, and he tilted his head to the side in a small bit of confusion. Tenkan in any case simply gave a nod, "Understood. Step inside." With that, he opened up the door to the transitionary chamber. After he and Nia got inside, he closed the door again and direct Nia to stand in the middle. He stood in front of Nia to demonstrate, "Do as this one does. Extend arms straight, keep legs straight." He held out his arms, and took on a sort of T-Pose, and this seemed to naturally extend the malleable, wing-like sections. He then walked over to Nia to help her do the same, using his hands to angle Nia's arms and pat her sides to make sure everything was okay. Although he also gave a quick, easily missable look at Cendri as he did that which resembled a smirk. Cendri seemed distinctly unamused from outside.

In any case, Nia's suit seemed to be fine when all was said and done. And Tenkan nodded, "Good. Now, jump time. Follow close." As Iula did before, Tenkan walked up to the door, extending his arms again. When the door opened, this time Nia would feel the powerful winds within push into the transitionary room, though it was still mostly contained in the main section. Tenkan then leaped forward, and his wings got caught up in the wind, allowing him to float and sort of fly. He smiled to Nia from within and gestured for her to do the same.

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Taurgha wrote:Looking happily at Tarral, Myrsa nodded "Oh, we had big rooms back in Shyr too, but I could not visit them ..you know, like this. Not to mention that all the things in them were human-sized, and the decoration ..hmm, too human, not like in here! I am glad just to see dragon-sized furniture and dragons! And Zasstourk ...sounds like Jas'sturak my great granpa, wish I had met him." As she was enjoying the atmosphere and the jovial old cook's manners, she responded to Zasstourk respectfully "We're not from these islands you speak of sir. We are of Sa'herod! Shyr as the softskins call it! The last dragons of the planet and we've relocated here. So far your planet is great! ...I will expect this Modron cooking to be as pretty as Tarral over here." she snorted playfully looking at the big tasty dragoness next to her.
Ymira seemed unimpressed and judgemental at the preparation of the food, preferring to see -and most importantly eat- the results first before making a clear evaluation.

Sar'ksasa smiled widely, it was rather unnerving at first due to despite her small size, she sported quite sharp teeth. Nevertheless it was clear it was a smile of personal satisfaction as she continued with a nod towards Tyfrondor "I will not further the challenge as it was a formality to start in equal ground and honor my services as a new vassal. Let it be written however that clan Katak'sar was once sovereign ...still this is all acceptable" With that out of the way Sar'ksasa looked up to the Grand Drake in all his majesty "I have to say I do not feel shame or spite for what I'm about to do ...you truly are great and I hope not merely in size." with this she stood on all fours and made a bow with her front legs, extending her wings all through the floor "I, Sar'ksasa, Valak Saresh of Saherod, head of clan Katak'sar, fireborn, native to the Caves of Sar'garak and Kar'adash, recognize Heord as my new home, petition for a part in its grand caves to call my home. I relinquish my Sareshate to Heord's Valak Saresh, Tyfrondor of clan Granion, to be my entire clan's Valak Saresh in both Heord and Saherod as long as they uphold the freedom-of-the-skies and sovereignty of all Valaki through the position. I furthermore pledge that Clan Katak'Sar, irrelevant of the position of Valak Saresh shall stand by and aid their kind saviors and friends of Clan Granion as their Jas'aksar, their right wing in flights of blooded-claws and flights of warm-suns as long as they remain friends to Valak-kind, if you wish to have us. I, Sar'ksasa Katak'sar pledge my clan to all these terms and before you, my Valak Saresh as my witness, until my clan's and all my descendants of other clans' fires burn out and their flames are lost in the stars. I vow in behalf of my entire clan to uphold this vow, as long as the Valak Saresh, the Grand Drake, upholds Valak Nak Sarakon Ak Valak Saresh, that no one reigns over the Dragon other than the Great Dragon!" with her head still down the young dragoness glanced up to Tyfrondor smiling awkwardly "Do you accept my vows, my Valak Saresh?" Her speech seemed quite formal, using many rather ancient terms that Heordals could recognize with no effort ..other words were a bit harder to understand due to the dialect difference, but they were quite clear in meaning after she was finished.

Zasstourk was the first to speak, looking back as he was picking out a massive slab of meat, "Hahaha! I see you are playing along for the hatchling's sake! Very well, then clearly I am from the ancient star kingdom of Qoatkarla! But regardless of where you are from, I assure you the cooking is quite up to any standard!" He then hummed happily as he roasted the meat with his breath, with his tail going to grab a very large cleaver. Although clearly, he was not in on the loop about the discovery of the Valxes, and did not take one word of that seriously from Myrsa. But what he was cooking seemed to smell good at least, as he was chopping it up into servable portions.
Tarral meanwhile chuckled at the table, "Not everyone is aware of you three yet, so don't be offended. Still, I suppose it is a difference to get some proper Draconic furniture. Then again, I guess you mostly got out of that cave in the softskin body, right? Must have felt weird, to be so small. You were very small before when we met after all!" She used her claws to simulate the smallness, "Like that! And by the way, as Mondron... That's the continent. Zasstourk there is a Mountain Dragon. Not sure if you had the same sort of cultural distinctions on Sa'herod. The food I think he's making is from what softskins call 'Heordal Bison', we call them Renthoa. Big, meaty fluffies who move in big herds around Mondron's hills. They're quite tasty, with all their muscles."

Tyfrondor simply gave a nod at the mentioning of writing that Katak'sar was once sovereign. That would go into the records, as well as the formality of the challenge. The Grand Drake remained silent as Sar'ksasa made her vows, noting all the little intricacies she had woven in. It was a contract effectively, and Tyfrondor understood it well. The ancient terms didn't get in his way too much, as while they were archaic, he was quite used to them. Lots of formal Heordal business was still done with the ancient tongue, as were conversations with Grumpy. The dialect was only a slight hurdle, but context clues helped clear that up. As Sar'ksasa finished, Tyfrondor nodded down at her, his voice going formal in response, "As Valak Saresh of Heord, supreme authority for all Dragons on this world, and as the head of Clan Granion... I, Tyfrondor, accept your vows, Sar'ksasa Katak'sar, with all the obligations it carries. Stand tall and proud, my new right wing! You are now kin of Heord."
With that, he gave a quick look to the side at one of the Watrike Golden Guard. The Watrike quickly saluted and walked off. Tyfrondor then returned his gaze to Sar'ksasa, "You'll be given a cave, as promised. One nearby that is vacant. This cave will be given to your clan as a whole. You can find and claim others individually. Now, as for your hoard... I suppose now we have to talk strategy of how you intend to get your bank back."

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