Dwilight University/Arcanum/Days With Daimons

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Event from Vates
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Seated atop his palanquin, touring the city Vates raises his hand for the bearers to stop. His gaze shifts to study the stranger and his small contingent of soldiers before a rich and warm voice calls, "More outlanders have come to visit our city, I see. Welcome to you all."
Vates (Grandmaster)



Roleplay from Hericus
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Hericus bowed at the leader atop the palanquin.

I am grateful to you, o great one, for your welcome. Is there any way I could learn more about your people, and their culture?

Hericus bowed again at the end of his words, and nervously awaited a response.
Hericus (Noble)


Event from Vates
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Smiling faintly with mouth closed, "Perhaps. What is it you wish to learn?"Welcome to you all."
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Hericus
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Hericus, surprised at so direct a response, thought which question to ask first, hundreds flashing through his mind, now that he had the chance, why could not they come easily to mind?

He finally decided to ask in a voice still a little high due to nerves, "Who are your people? What is your culture and your beliefs? I find that only through finding our similarities can we find common ground.."

Hericus bowed again and awaited a response.
Hericus (Noble)



Event from Vates
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Drumming his claws against the armrest Vates tilts his bald head. The mirror pools of radiance that were his eyes study Hericus with passing interest, his warm voice amused, "Such questions have many answers. Each different depending on who does the asking, and who the answering." Sweeping his strong arm around the squat stone dwellings and multitude of human faces lining the streets, "There are many options available to you, many answers to your questions. Have you sought them as well?" Turning back Vates leans forward in his seat, "Regardless, you have asked me, and I will answer momentarily. However first I have a question of my own, why are these things of importance to you? "
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Hericus
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Hericus took a while to digest what he heard, and carefully though about the question posed to him, why indeed did he want to know it, but there were many reasons. "Your question... I have a few reasons. My name and reputation has been soiled by a power seeking fanatic, and by helping clear misconceptions about your people will help me make a new name for myself. Another is the inner desire of my people to unlock the secrets of our world, it is almost a instinct with us."
Hericus (Noble)


Event from Vates
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Vates studies Hericus for a long time, as though attempting to read if there was a deeper understanding to the words. Finally nodding his head once his voice amused, "Indeed."

Tapping his claw against his chin Vates ponders how best to answer the questions, "We are... the children of circumstance and......"

The response was cut short as the crowed further down the causeway suddenly burst into a wail. The weakest among them collapsed to their knees, clutching their head, while the strongest grit their teeth against the pain and raged. Turning his head sharply to gaze down the road, Vates hisses out his frustration. Cries of agony and rage echoed, and soon Hericus too could feel the approaching wave. Soon the light whisper in the back of his head blossomed into a shriek, the unending cry seemed to lance through his heart and grip his soul.

As the hellish cacophony rose Hericus could see the great behemoth clattering towards him. A black tower of interlocking bone plates, the multi-limbed horror skittered along on six talon-like legs while the four syth-like arms high up on their extra long torso glided menacingly through the air. Rushing headlong towards the palanquin soon enough the thresher like maw could be seen, writhing in anticipation, while compound eyes gazed on.

Before Hericus could blink the creature descended upon his few soldiers, flailing its barbed limbs, striking out left and right. The men did what they could to shrug off the hideous sound and defend themselves, but all too soon the black monolith was stained red with gore and blood. Worst of all, was the dreaded screech, the soul rending anger transformed into a triumphant coo, the hot blood of good men satiating the creature for a few moments. Yet all too soon it turned towards Hericus, intent on rending him asunder.

Sick to your stomach already from the wanton sight of death you shiver as Vates stands and opens his mouth wide. With teeth like knives and a mouth, no a maw, beyond impossible for a man, the previously eloquent daimon roared in rage at the juggernaut Ira. The two stood locked in contest, a battle of wills for the last outlander, the primal cries echoing through the city. Finally after what seemed an eternity, with the inky blackness of unconsciousness threatening to claim Hericus from the tugging at his soul, the bloody monster relents and retreats back down the street, with a smoldering gaze.

Turning to look down at Hericus Vates composes himself with effort, and calls to the zuma people who struggled to their feet with his previous warm timber, "Our guest is injured. See to his health, I would have him strong and fit. Inform me when he has awakened....

There is more, but Hericus blacks out just as the strong, human, hands grip him.

OOC: To fit it all together I took a few liberties with your character. I apologize if they do not fit well with Hericus' personality, and have no problem with you changing those parts you might find unacceptable. That said, Hericus will awaken in the hands of the zuma healers, and will not easily be able to leave the city. You may pick up from there and do as you wish, perhaps even gaining the answers you seek.
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Hericus
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Hericus's heart raced as he watched the two creatures fight it out, a battle the likes of which he had never seen. His heart filled with fear at the magnitude of the conflict. The titanic battle finally ended in favor of the one who had been friendly to him, and its opponent scuttled away on its many legs.

Hericus heard Daimon Lord Vates say something, and humans immediately came to tend to him. His weak body finally succumbed to its wounds, his head spun wildly, and he fell in a dead faint.

Two days later, Hericus awoke, with the realization this his wounds had almost completely healed. The native healers had tended well to him, and he was astonished that they had managed it so soon. The healers were fussing over him, and every thing he needed was available. It was clear to Hericus that no expense had been spared, and he was very gratefull for it.

A healer came quickly when summoned, and Hericus bade him to thank his lord for his hospitality, and for saving his life. He also asked for permission to be able to thank his lord in person.
Hericus (Noble)


Event from Vates
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Entering the room soon after your request, Vates stands relaxed, once again looking more or less like any man. "I am pleased to see you have recovered yourself outlander, and so quickly too. Alas your men did not fair so well, an unnessary waste..... You must allow me to make amends; join me for dinner where we might discuss these things that intrest you."
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Hericus
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Hericus closed his eyes after posting the letter to Lord Vates, and waited for the scribe to bring him a response.

Sleep soon came to him, and the sickness made him sleep for a long time.

However, when he woke up a long time after, he knew he was healed, and ready to meet Lord Vates.
Hericus (Knight of Libidizedd)


Event from Vates
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Entering the room some time after your request, Vates stands relaxed, his appearance still strange, but not nearly so much as during the stand off. "I am pleased to see you have recovered yourself outlander, the healers feared for your safety. Alas your men did not fair so well, an unnecessary waste..... You must allow me to make amends; join me for dinner where we might discuss these things that interest you." ooc: barely, but I will do what I can.
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Hericus
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The thought of solid food sounded good to Hericus, and he responded to Lord Vates words. "My men were good soldiers, and they did their duty well. I am proud. As for dinner, it would be an honor to dine with your lordship.
Hericus (Knight of Libidizedd)



Event from Vates
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Bobbing his head strangely perhaps a nod, perhaps a sort of bow, Vates claps his hands at the acceptance of his offer, "Some good news with the ill. I will leave you to prepare since we can discuss in detail later when you are not at such a disadvantage."

Pausing just before walking out the door Vates turns back, "Oh yes what name should I tell the guardians so that you may pass?"

ooc: barely, but I will do what I can.
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Hericus
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Hericus heard Lord Vates's question and remembered the warning the wanderer gave him... He contemplated for a split second and replied.

"You may tell them.. To Admit Sir Hericus.."

He bowed at Lord Vates, and started preparing for the dinner.
Hericus (Knight of Libidizedd)


Roleplay from Hericus
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Later that evening, Hericus prepared for the dinner, wondering what lay in store in the future. He was a little excited, and a little scared at the same time. He whiled away his time gazing at the stars, looking for the bright Austere star, and then making his way to the dining hall.
Hericus (Knight of Libidizedd)



Event from Vates
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OOC: You can remain where you are while we contune. I am flexible.

Smiling thinly with mouth closed at the outlander's reply Vates departs without another word.

Moving to his palanquin he halts before the bearers and turns to a man with four coins upon his brow that happened to walk by, "Merchant, approach." The mirror eyes of Vates reflect back the pale skin and unmarked face of the man.

Not bothering to wait for the man to cooperate, Vates outlines his orders in rapid succession, his warm voice slightly clipped, "To the Temple of the Messenger see that casks of wine and fine foods are brought. You will speak with the cooks and priestesses, and see to it all are informed that preparations must be made. Do you understand?"
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Machiavel
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Machiavel was finally doing some progress. In the past, he hadn't actually entered the core of the city, and he still hadn't quite figured why he did that... here, at least, there were people and actions.

He was startled when one of them addressed him and gave him orders, and in his confusion felt the stupidity of his planning which had been been proved lacking. It allowed him greater ease with the majority, and indeed, gave him many opportunities and knowledge. He had always desired to meet their priestesses, and had been sad to miss the opportunity when one was sighted near Terran lands. He also now knew that they had a god which they referred to as the "Messenger", which hinted polytheistic practises though was conclusive. The other point of interest was the appearances of a celebration about to happen, religious in nature followed (or preceded) by festivities, no doubt, something that would be worth witnessing. But perhaps more importantly to the issue at hand, it told him that the marks where enough to make him pass as one of theirs, at least, to a distracted leader.

However... His blessings were a curse in themselves. If discovered, he could be seen as an impostor, the consequences of which he would rather not imagine. He could try to hide his identity, but being discovered later was no better than being discovered now, and at least now he could pass for being of good intent, though he'd have a hard time seeing how he'd explain trying to get in the temples.

He had stood there frozen far too long, he realized, and the man did not seem to have the patience or time for unanswering servants, it was better he reveal himself now... after all, meeting with Zuma's leaders had been his reason to come here in the first place.

Machiavel approached and drew his sword. "From the Isles, I come in peace", he said as he layed the tip on the ground and kneeled before Vates.
Machiavel (Royal Fiduciary of D'Hara, Count of Qubel)



Event from Vates
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ooc: your message has been sent to those who would see it since they are in Nightmarch.


The smooth, cool hand comes to rest atop the kneeling man's head. The fingers curl, sharp claws digging into the scalp, and with not even a moments effort the man is raised to eye level. So close at hand one could see the faint shimmer in the reflective eyes that told you they were moving; the nearly hidden line of his mouth, which extended far beyond what was normal towards his ears though he rarely opened it; and the faint outline of scales. "I have no time for games merchant and you need to bathe more, the white ash has so caked your flesh I cannot see your house mark. I would know who would waste my time so, and which house to reprimand."
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Machiavel
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(ooc: who would that be?)

The pain and the swiftness caught him off guard, he had not expected it, all of this was making him lose his footing. The sword... perhaps steel was not as rare as he had been made to believe, perhaps it was only rare among the lower class, perhaps it was owned by the house he made mention of, or perhaps things had changed since his last visit.

This was no ordinary man... obviously one of the people in charge, but how high-ranking he was he did not know, for he could be but an overlord among hundreds... hopefully not any more than that, he thought.

"From...", he croaked as he battled the pain. "Her royal majesty, the Dragon Queen of D'Hara of the Isles!" He would have tried to bring out another piece of evidence, but if the steel dragon-adorned sword hadn't been enough, he doubt anything else would, his shield, concealed in his back underneath his cloak on which was his family coat of arms probably wouldn't either, and he wasn't too found of the idea of revealing it either. "I am not Zuma...!"
Machiavel (Royal Fiduciary of D'Hara, Count of Qubel)


Event from Vates
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Eyes narrowing, "You have had more then a taste of your own stock of wine it seems." Vates releases the man contemptuously allowing him to tumble to the stones, the clang of the sword catching his attention. Turning his gaze to the blade, he studies it at a distance at first, as though it were a viper, but eventually seems to be satisfied about something. Soon after he reaches down and, with considerably more kindness, pulls the merchant to his feet, "Where did you get this unnamed one? A merchant of the fourth level should not be trading with the outlanders...."
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Machiavel
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The fall, though not particularly pleasant, was still of great relief. Finally seeing a way out of this misunderstanding, he was pleased, and smiled, making sure to reveal his unsharpened teeth. "I humbly apologize, I seem to have had too poor an understanding of your system to correctly represent my status." He couldn't help but think of Nook, though. He had been of what, the third level? Maybe the fourth, he would have to check in his archives, but he was certain that he wasn't a level five. Machiavel wondered what was on Nook now... his information had been rather useful, after all, or at least, very interesting.
Machiavel (Royal Fiduciary of D'Hara, Count of Qubel)


Event from Vates
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Reaching up his hand, Vates carefully trails a digit, scraping off a bit of the paint on the outlander's brow. Rubbing his fingers together he eventually inclines his head, "Ah I see, clever indeed outlander. One must wonder to what end this game was played." Looking behind the man, the soldiers that had been close at hand relax, "However you have been revealed now, so I ask, what penalty is there for failure?"
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Machiavel
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Machaviavel smiled, but respectfully bowed. "I am indeed revealed now, and you did indeed find me, but did I not identify myself first? I may have failed in presenting myself before you found me, but would there have been any other way? All in all, I believe things have...", Machiavel paused for a short time as he thought over the unexpected events that had just occurred. "... things have went, in general, according to plan. I assure you, I had but the bests of intents and the greatest of respects, I merely would not have wished to unsettle the Zuma by bringing in foreign culture along with my presence."
Machiavel (Royal Fiduciary of D'Hara, Count of Qubel)


Event from Vates
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Chortling faintly Vates rests his hands together in front of him, "Yet you have done more damage playing this game of yours. You have shown deception and a disregard for the sacred markings. Not are you merely different, you have mocked our ways." Turning away he takes a few steps towards the palanquin, hands clasped behind his back, "You will join myself and the other outlander for dinner, where we might discuss your transgression further." Sitting on his seat, he gestures at the near by building, "You may find him in there."
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Machiavel
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Machiavel bows. "No game, I assure you. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, they say. Regardless, I wanted to conform myself to your cultural norms. The ranking was perhaps inaccurate, but it was not false. I am, after all, the one in charge of economic affairs in the Isles, I am he who handles the finances, resources, and trading personnel of the Dragon Queen. Had I previously witnessed a more appropriate appearance, I would have adopted it. Bowing again, and picking up his sword to sheathe it. "Of course, I will comply."

He knew who the other would be, despite his arrangements to force him to go all the way back the sea route to travel through the land path, duties had kept him in D'Hara for so long that he still arrived after... him. He didn't feel a particular need to worry, though, whatever first ties Hericus had established, he would remain calm. He doubted the Zuma would let themselves be given instructions by such a man.

He bowed one last time, and headed towards the near by building.
Machiavel (Royal Fiduciary of D'Hara, Count of Qubel)


Roleplay from Hericus
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As he entered the room, Hericus heard an oddly familiar voice outside, it sounded like a D'Harhan accent. He knew he had heard it before, and after a litle while recognised it to be none other than the voice of the snake, Machiavel, the one who had worked to destroy his name. Hericus heard them approaching the room, and waited for Lord Vates to arrive, so he could take a seat.
Hericus (Knight of Muspelheim)
Roleplay from Machiavel
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Machiavel entered to see what he was expected, Hericus Lefanis, the man he had done quite a good job casting down and having tossed around the continent for a good while. He continued forward without any reaction. He slightly bowed to the man. "Greetings", he said, as if to a stranger. The meaning of this he would get to know soon enough, it wasn't worth making a scene over, he figured. Besides, the man in front of him was considered scum by most of the continent by now, he had been sufficiently... corrected. For now, at least.
Machiavel (Royal Fiduciary of D'Hara, Count of Qubel)


Roleplay from Hericus
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As Machaivel entered, Hericus gave him a chilling look, and replied to the greetings, "Greetings... I always wondered when I would meet you again... I haven't forgotten the unfinished business we must resolve."

Hericus cast his eyes away from Machaivel, to Vates, bowing low.

"Greetings, Lord. I thank you for this honor of dining with you. I also thank you for the care of your physicians, I am greatly indebted to you."
Hericus (Knight of Muspelheim)



Event from Vates
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OOC: Allow me to set the scene. And if it is not already obvious, bold text is daimons talking, non bold is a human. A way for you to easily tell when I speak with the daimon or a servant.

The guards arrived after some time and lead both of you to the shorter ziggaurat made entirely of white, dragonstone. Being merely triple the height of the average dwelling and more forward then the taller blackrock structures that dominated the city centre, it was a logical starting point for exploration one could say. The guards kept talk to a minimum, but offered help scaling the long stairs up the front face of the ziggaurat. You could see numerous carvings the stone, each inlayed with gold explaining the dazzling shine during the day. You had no time to try and read them however as the guards were not about to let you pause. Eventually you reach the plateau at the top a mighty opening before you with a sloping path leading deep into the structure. Unfortunately it seemed you had walked up only to walk down again.

As you descended deeper into the structure the air began to grow heavy with stale heat, the dull throb of an unrelenting burn, yet not so strong that you would begin to sweat in your heavy outlander cloths. Eventually the dark twisting passages that you were led through ended in a great hall. The nightstone cavern swallowing all light as though it were the dead of night, while the dragonstone pillars, glittered as stars around you, each with a torch. At the end of the hall two great fires burned casting their light about the room, and between them sat the unmoving creature you had both spoken with earlier, with his slightly shiny skin and reflective eyes.

In front of him sat a massive table, ladened with food and drink enough for an army. There were delicacies you had never heard of, and stranger still some things that were familiar. Three chairs were arranged around the long table, one near the throne at the table head, and two on either side facing each other.

As Machaivel entered, Hericus gave him a chilling look, and replied to the greetings, "Greetings... I always wondered when I would meet you again... I haven't forgotten the unfinished business we must resolve."

Machiavel entered to see what he was expected, Hericus Lefanis, the man he had done quite a good job casting down and having tossed around the continent for a good while. He continued forward without any reaction. He slightly bowed to the man. "Greetings", he said, as if to a stranger. The meaning of this he would get to know soon enough, it wasn't worth making a scene over, he figured. Besides, the man in front of him was considered scum by most of the continent by now, he had been sufficiently... corrected. For now, at least.

As you walked forward to speak with each other, the guards leave, and you were at last truly alone with this creature, deep within the zigguraut. From the darkness, punctuated with light that honey voice you both knew rang,

"Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring!" Come, sit, eat and drink. This bounty has been prepared so we might all enjoy."

Having stood from his throne as he spoke, in fine garments and with a warm cheer, minus a smile, he gestured for you both to take a seat and does not sit himself until you have both done so. Either the creature does not notice the cold looks you give each other, or he pretends he doesn't.

Hericus cast his eyes away from Machaivel, to Vates, bowing low. "Greetings, Lord. I thank you for this honor of dining with you. I also thank you for the care of your physicians, I am greatly indebted to you."

"Think nothing of it outlander Hericus, you are my guest and the poor treatment of my guest is unacceptable. It is the least I can do to make it up to you."

Picking up a white cloth he drapes it over his left arm adding, "I know humans find many things about my kind disturbing, and the method to which I eat is one of them. I do not wish to alarm you, and so I will use this cloth to avoid any unpleasantness. Now please do not wait, we may discuss while we eat."

With that he moves some of the more unusual food that was close to him onto his plate before raises his left arm to cover much of his face below his nose, begins to eat. Allowing everyone to start their meal before getting to business.

Eventually lowering his arm, he dabs at his mouth with the corner before asking, "Let us begin with a simple question, where do the two of you call home?"
Vates (Grandmaster)
Roleplay from Hericus
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"Home.. My estate lies is Muspelheim, many leagues northwest of your lands... However my home lies on Beluaterra, in a small region called Darhauyo."
Hericus (Knight of Muspelheim)


Roleplay from Machiavel
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When Vates asked the first question, he had to paused and reflect for some time. "Home... A question that appears so simple, yet, so complex. What is one's home? I come from the Isles, where I serve the Dragon Queen with unwavering loyalty, but is that my home? If not, what is? The place I live, the place I was raised in, and the place I was born in are all separate entities. But at this time, I suppose, as has been for a while and shall remain for some time still, my home is of the central Isles."
Machiavel (Royal Fiduciary of D'Hara, Count of Qubel)
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'"To the north west you say? I must admit I am not familiar with this tribe of yours, they are a little beyond our range of interest. Yet it seems we are in range of yours, so perhaps I do not have such a luxury any more if I am to have so many guests for, dinner. Yet this word, this 'Beluaterra' it is familiar to me....."' Considering for a while Vates is distracted by the response of Machiavel,

When Vates asked the first question, he had to paused and reflect for some time. "Home... A question that appears so simple, yet, so complex. What is one's home? I come from the Isles, where I serve the Dragon Queen with unwavering loyalty, but is that my home? If not, what is? The place I live, the place I was raised in, and the place I was born in are all separate entities. But at this time, I suppose, as has been for a while and shall remain for some time still, my home is of the central Isles."

The mirror eyes flash faintly in the light, "The isles of the Dragon Queen, how, colourful." Pausing, perhaps glancing at Hericus, perhaps not, "A shorter journey, both ways, as well."

Only the crackle of the torches echoed through the room for a moment more until Vates moves on, "So you have both journeyed far, and through danger, to reach this place of ours, the question that rises is why?"
Vates (Grandmaster)


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Vates bobs his head in what you assume was a nod, '"Indeed, the priestesses also believed this meeting was inevitable. There is some disagreement how the meeting should end however...."' trailing off Vates leans back and turns his attention to Hericus with consideration on his brow,' "Beluaterra, Beluaterra... That, is a land across the sea, the land where our more militant brethren journeyed to, is it not?"' His voice begins to drip with honey again, sweet words that roll down the ears,' "I see, that might explain a few of the outlanders that have visited us, and more of why you are here...."'
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Hericus
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Taking in Vates's words carefully, Hericus answered, "I will be frank, when my people heard of rumors daimon lords in the west, they were afraid, fearing another war, like the war with the Daimon Lords Prudent and Arcane on Beluaterra. By coming here, i can dispel fears about your people and satisfy my own curiosity."

"If I may ask- you spoke of priestesses, what religion do you follow?"

Turning back to his food, Hericus took another bite, and waited for Vates to answer.
Hericus (Knight of Muspelheim)



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Vates rests his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together before him, '"Dispel fears, can you really Hericus? They would have to listen and believe, two things that humans find difficult at the best of times I have found. I could be mistaken of course, perhaps things have changed in recent days...."' Lips twitch faintly in a smile, the ends of his mouth pulling up his face steadily.

Looking away he coughs, before turning back, expression again neutral. '"Your question though technically meaningless ties into your quest so I will address both. My faith has little to do with the priestesses, yet I have much to do with theirs. The zuma are organized into professions, and ranked according to skill. You have seen some of these orders; the strong warriors who guard the lands; the traders who buy and sell; the artisans who fashion and build; and the priestesses, who speak to the gods on behalf of their fellows...."'

Trailing off the reflective eyes glint, '"Your people came, they settled some lands, the people of those places fled west, and all thought the matter done. Yet you pushed farther, and farther, and farther. The tribes were driven back, and the rumours travelled with them. Eventually the priestesses did hear and consider. There are so many of you and no matter how much you have always you want more. They find this, hunger, unsettling. So they did their duty and so I speak with you."'

Leaning back again he plays idly with the cloth, "You are not the first, journey here, nor will you be the last. Some wish to learn, some bring death, and others seek aid in displacing yet more tribes. All these actions will be weighed upon the scales and a decision reached, for as I said, how this meeting should end is in debate."
Vates (Grandmaster)


Roleplay from Machiavel
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"You have little to fear... or at least, you should have much time to consider how to react, the colonists have reached what they could. That is, I wouldn't say they'll never expand, and sure, those already on this part of the continent might take a few regions more, but the great colonizations are over. Though there isn't a shortage of nobles desiring to take on the great western lands, with no workers to govern they have very little to do that with. Your current neighbours are still some distance away, and this is how it should remain for some time now... some adventurous nobles may even take on a city close to you, I guess, this would be possible, but they would certainly not grow as the first empires. Of the isles, we are not asking that you serve our agenda, we are but opening communication as any good neighbour should, along with my own personal curiosity and interest in learning further about your culture..." Machiavel took a short break to consider wether or not he should ask it. "If I may... you said that your faith has little to do with the priestesses...?", Machiavel said, carefully studying Vates' reaction and hoping this not to be too great of a taboo.
Machiavel (Knight of Paisly)
Event from Vates
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Waving a hand absently, he ignores the implied question, "So you say your people have halted their efforts, so far only because they have not the supplies? You would tell me that the will remains but the means are lacking. It is the hunger of your kind that causes worry, and even though it appears you have halted the imbalance remains. You act as though the passage of a few months, or years, before the next surge is acceptable, a blink of an eye to one such as I."

Toying with his drink Vates leans back in his chair, considering for a time, "I would ask what your people would do Machiavel, and Hericus; if the zuma decided to colonize your claimed territory, here or other lands; threatening your homes and lives. Yet we already know that answer don't we? Doubtlessly this is why some of the outlanders who visit us have promised and delivered death to the zuma, they fear we shall respond the same...."

A silence drags on, only the guttering of torches in the slow air can be heard, while the reflective eyes wait.

Vates Deceiver
Vates (Grandmaster)
Roleplay from Hericus
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Smiling to himself, Hericus responded, "There is no question that the expansion will continue. Its not going to stop, it is the way of my people, and there is nothing I can do to slow it or even stop it. It is a way of life that we have accepted. But you just spoke of your more warlike brethren- did they not choose to come to the areas that we inhabited, and make you worship them as gods? I say there is nothing i can do to stop the expansion, but the question remains, my people do not enjoy war, although i do not speak for everyone," said Hericus, with a slight glance toward Machiavel, before continuing, "Our people are willing to share the land, but they know not of your claims, your laws, your people, they not not of you. All they know is of your brethren with whom they have warred and suffered from. How can you blame them for generalizing about your people when you do the same about them? No human realms are seeking war with your people, they know they can never win. But I am sure that deep inside they want to be convinced that not all of your people are what they think of them, and they would be very happy with peace with you." Hericus became a little red in the face after his rather long(for him) speech, and took another bite of food to keep him occupied.
Hericus (Knight of Muspelheim)


Event from Vates
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Raises a hand to stall the questions, "Outlanders, the zuma seek much as you do, to live, to work, to play. They need things to do this, clothing, food, shelter. These things require materials and skill to shape. We have provided and gained skills in turn, and aided with material, but there is only so much we can do. They work on their own and this is common ground with you. Through trade of ideas, and goods, things can move forward peacefully. The priestesses were concerned because you are not balanced with the world around you, you are hungry and unending, much as the cursed ones, but from what I have seen it is possible that your kind can achieve balance, thus you have a chance."

As the next words roll out Vates begins to smile, and it was a disturbing thing to see. His nearly human face seems to split open, the line of his grin extended far beyond a human mouth, cutting his cheeks apart and revealing the sharp teeth within, each like a dagger. As alien and predatory as it was, there was no malice in the rest of him, truly it was a smile of amusement, though doubtlessly a calculated gesture, "Of course that still means that we are here. However we will, how do you say it, play nice. We will cooperate with the rules you humans use between civilized nations, and hopefully avoid any; unpleasantness. This is how it is done yes? Everyone agrees to be, pleasant, and in exchange a little of the uncertainty is removed from life..."

Trailing off Vates bobs his head, "Yes someone will be sent, arrangements must still be made however."
Vates (Grandmaster)



Roleplay from Machiavel
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Machiavel smiled, and was rather pleased with the results. "We would be happy to learn, and share knowledge, methods, and skills with the people of the Zuma. I am certain we both have a great deal to teach eachother, and this would benefit us all." The daimonic smile, while surprising at first, had no greater effect on Machiavel, he had seen and heard much in his life...
Machiavel (Knight of Paisly)
Roleplay from Hericus
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"Indeed, trading does sound like a mutually profitable plan. Our peoples will also get to know each other better. I can assure you on my part that there will be no hostilities to your people from Virovene. I will inform my people about the developments." Hericus took a sip of the wine, an lapsed back into thinking about all he had heard.
Hericus (Knight of Muspelheim)
Event from Vates
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Bobbing his head once more Vates stands, "It is settled then, one will go to meet with your people and observe, I know just the one...."

"I thank you for your time outlanders, you have given us much to think about. But now I must rest, it is as though we have been speaking for months...."

Soundlessly the guards that had led you down here return, waiting patiently by the door to escort you back through the dark, twisting, passages.
Vates (Grandmaster)