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Roleplay from Monterys Velaryon
As you make your way to Eidulb Outskirts your are approached by three riders wearing the golden white shields and purple capes, symbolising the colours of Westgard. "Your...Graces" one of them slightly stumbles, "The Lord Commander of Westgard, His Grace Lord Monterys Velaryon, invites you to the township of Eidulb Outskirts to discuss your arrival to the glorious Kingdom of Westgard." He then points the way with the stroke of his hand and slowly starts to gallop, praying to himself that he comes alive back to the safety of Outskirts' walls.
Monterys Velaryon
Roleplay from T'vl'r'n
While it is not easy to read the thoughts of a spirit that has an orb of fire for a face, it did atleast track the entourage's approach and listen to their entreat. As they departed, the leader of the spirits seemed to look towards the direction the entourage departed in for a few moments, before eventually returning to the task at hand and the conflagrations march to the north east.
T'vl'r'n
Roleplay from Monterys Velaryon
The flaming spirits arrived before the walls of Eidulb Outskirts and found the gates open. Upon entering they noticed a large number of humans, closely stacked together as if they were protecting each other. Soldiers and common folk all stood in silence before their otherworldly guests.

Humans were clearly lead by a man mounted on the horse. He wore a majestic black plate armor and a long purple cape. As the spirits drew near he dismounted and removed his helmet, revealing a friendly face under a long and unusually silver hair.

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Monterys was slightly nervous as the spirits arrived. This was his second encounter with the Zuma Lords and he was hoping for an equally peaceful ending. "Welcome to Westgard, Spirits of the South" he began, hoping they understand what he was saying. "Our scouts have spotted your advance miles to the south. We are happy to host you in our Kingdom. May I ask what has brought you here to our bastion of humanity?"
Monterys Velaryon
Roleplay from Argos Moonsun
Argos was on the walls of Blackthorn Keep, not far from there was black smoke, dark voices came to the estate and no man was calm. Argos knew who was there. He had ordered one of his heralds to send a letter.

- My liege, it´s done - said Captain Katarina

- Poor herald... I hope luck is on his side - said Argos
Argos Moonsun
Roleplay from Monterys Velaryon
Hearing about the bold claim of Ser Argos, Monterys raises his hand to stay the knight's further offensive advances. He then turns towards the spirits and says: "Accept my apology on behalf of His Majesty the High King Gheric. Ser Argos does not speak in the name of the Kingdom of Westgard and we mean no harm to your conflagrations. We are a bit excited about your arrival for rare are the ones from this Kingdom that have met one of your kind before. We would like to learn the reasons for your arrival."
Monterys Velaryon
Roleplay from T'vl'r'n
When a mortal approached and welcomed him, the daimon halted the army's advance, just as it had in the last lands when one had the bravery to approach.

"Welcome to Westgard, Spirits of the South," the mortal began, "Our scouts have spotted your advance miles to the south. We are happy to host you in our Kingdom. May I ask what has brought you here to our bastion of humanity?

"You and yours are no concern to the conflagration." The fire spirt eventually replied, "Our goal lies elsewhere."

Before it went to depart though, a letter was brought to it. Just as it had in the last land that these mortals decided was 'theirs', T'vl'r'n attempted to open it only for the parchment to catch a lick of fire from it's gauntlets.

And, just as before, T'vl'r'n chuckled at the inanity of sending a flammable letter to a fire spirit as it watched the ashes float away in the breeze.

When the first mortal started apologizing T'vl'r'n did something strongly resembling a sigh before ordering the army onwards.
T'vl'r'n