[Ana Torrecilla Cabeza]

Vex Bincal, House of Bincal, Imperial Palace Lobby; Engaging: _{Cassamir, Flavius}

Bincal simply looked at Cassamir's outstretched hand, while her orc bodyguard grasped it instead and gave it a firm, slightly crushing, shake.

"Good," she replied to Cassamir, "We shall definitely discuss it." She turned back to Flavius, who had spoken up.

"I understand that you were the executive officer of Centurian Maximus, I am sorry for your loss. He was a good man, and he was a personal friend, you have my deepest condolences. I am glad to know that at least a part of his century survived the chaotic retreat from Imperial City....We lost many good men and women in that dark time."

Bincal was taken aback for a moment when he spoke of Maximus' name. So he personally knew Maximus? Maximus had never mentioned him. After sizing him up for a moment, trying to tell if he was lying or not, she laughed rather harshly and said:

"Yes, indeed." The men then made note of their intention to leave, so she then addressed both of them, her eyes flashing. "I am taken by the fact that such powerful men as yourselves are willing to hear me out," she said, half-mockingly. "In any case, I'll see you in the conference. I am eager for a potential alliance, and I have many demands that need attending to."

And with that she ordered her guards to carry her through into the council chambers, which they promptly did.

[Naazhe Perezz]

Flavius and Vex walked out of ear shot.
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OOC: I'll assume you mean Flavius and Cassamir
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Cassamir
The man seemed remorseful, but actions speak louder than words.
He descended into the Council chamber ready for formal negotiations and permanent alliances to begin.
Just before he could enter 10 men seemed to appear from nowhere around him, one of them took off their hood and stated
"We are the Hand of Boethiah, the men you have requested"
"You are to stay in the shadows, let no one see you and if you see me under attack, you strike and launch an attack of your own... are we clear...?"
"Yes sire!"

[hannaH]

Julius Scipion, White-gold tower

Julius looked up at the speakers he waved at his guards to stand down they did so he spoke warmly holding out his hand to shake the Fellow noble “Greetings to you Your majesty Is that how we are supposed to greet each other”.

He chuckled before carrying on “Yes I believe an alliance would be beneficial for both our countries Should we cement this alliance with perhaps a wedding I have a lovely daughter by the name of Lilia She is beautiful Green eyes and Brown hair a very good posture too, that is the absolute truth, What do you say perhaps she could marry your son Hmmm?” Julius finished off such was the way of politics.

[STEVI INQUE]

Aventius Umbranox

Luckily, Julius agrees to an alliance. Ofcourse with tradition, to seal it, We will have on of our children married. However my son is too young to even marry.

"Problem about the wedding is that my son is eight years old. Maybe if we can have this wedding when he is about 14. However if Lilia's too old for him, I coyld have her marry my brother, who is commander of my military,"

[Lynette Wilson]

Julius Scipion, white-gold tower

Julius nodded at Aventius’s words before replying “that would be agreeable” he looked around before saying “so when should our alliance be sealed” he questioned.

[Smokey]

Aventius Umbranox. White-Gold- Tower

I listened as the king of the Colovian Empire has agreed to have her daughter married my brother instead.

"I propose it will be a deal. I believe the wedding should take place in My castle in Anvil sometime after this event were in is over. For now let's talk about the terms of alliance. I will not attack your allies, and you will not attack mine, which is Boethia's legion at the moment. Their will be equal trading rights with eachother. If one of us is attacked, the other must help unless they can;t afford to go in a war. What are your terms?"

[Benji]

Julius Scipion, White gold-tower

Julius listened to Aventius’s terms before replying with his own “Those terms are definitely agreeable to the only other terms would be either a joint venture into The west weald it would secure both our borders as well as guarding our trade routes, what say you?”

[He got the]

Aventius Umbranox

I listened as Julius proposed a joint invasion of the west weald.

"By venture you mean to invade? If so I do think that we need to secure our secure our borders and prove to the other petty kingdoms that we are not to be taken as a joke. However if me or you manage to get the west wield as an ally, though I have a feeling it is unlikely because of the ruler's Nibenease heritage, then we could halt it. However, once the alliance is sealed, we should head to one of our cities to talk about the strategy."

[Lori Joe]

Flavius Latartus

Flavius entered the council chambers, and saw he saw Vex talking to a minor lord.

Ah, my lady, I would like to make a proposal. Centurian Maximus was a loyal and proud member of the legion, and I would like to respect that by giving you Imperial support in your attempts to establish control of Cheydihal. In return, I would hope we could become allies, and friends, just like your commander was to me."

He also overheard the rulers of Colovia talking of invading the West Weald.

"One second, my lady."
He turned around and walked towards them, smiling.

"Please know, the West Weald is under Imperial protection. Any man who seeks to take it over shall face the full force of the Empire."

[Jinx Sykes]

Julius Scipion, White gold-tower

Julius listened to again to Aventius nodding in agreement this was the sight of two great minds at work a rare sight in these troubled times he replied “Is there anyone else in this chamber who we could consider an alliance with or Will from here on be war the only other thing I can offer is that of blood, toil, sweat and tears against our enemies We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war against those that would visit harm upon us; it is to wage war, with all our might and with all the strength that the gods can give us; to wage war against a monstrous chaos, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of Tamriels crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realised; no survival for us, no survival for all that we have stood for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mortal kind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, Come then, let us go forward together with our united strength" Julius finished off his bolt of inspiration finally having seared through his mind, he added to it "i believe we should continue our plans at your citadel"

[Marie Maillos]

Vex Bincal, House of Bincal, Elder Council Chambers; Engaging: _Flavius
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"...Sercen is by all rights under my jurisdiction, Primo." Bincal was saying to the warlord.

"Lunacy," said Primo. "If you'd think I'd give up the village of Sercen to you, you're a lunatic."

"Lunatic?" replied Bincal, her temper rising. "Are you so crazy to not see how exposed you are? You don't have the resources to protect it if..."

"Ah, my lady," said a soft voice, "I would like to make a proposal."

"Hold on a moment, Primo..." she said before turning her full attention to Flavius, who had apparently by now followed her into the council chambers.

"Centurian Maximus was a loyal and proud member of the legion, and I would like to respect that by giving you Imperial support in your attempts to establish control of Cheydihal. In return, I would hope we could become allies, and friends, just like your commander was to me."

"I can rely on your support, then." she said. There was a hint of hesitancy in her response. After all, this was the Empire she was dealing with. "Well, I'm going to be blunt. I'm not sure what that actually means," Bincal continued. "Just tell me one thing: Once the council begins properly, I'm going to make claim for the Countess-ship of Cheydinhal. Will you stand and recognize the legitimacy of my claim before the entire council?

[Kelly Tomlinson]

Cassamir

Cassamir noticed that the Empire was gathering allies with Vex which would cut him off from attack if he was to go to war with the Empire.
Shall hypocrisy be my only weapon...? No I will not send assassins after him, perhaps I should talk with Vex
He approached Vex and barely noticed one of his bodyguards hidden in the background.
She was arguing with a warlord, perhaps I could eradicate that problem...
"Vex, could I have a word with you...?"
He turned towards Flavius and gave him a look that seemed to mean 'You owe me...'
"In private...?"

[Sheila Esmailka]

Vex Bincal, House of Bincal, Elder Council Chambers; Engaging: _{Flavius, Cassamir}
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"Vex, could I have a word with you...?" said Cassamir, who had also approached. Bincal looked to Cassamir, who was looking at Flavius.

"Speak your peace," said Bincal.

"...in private."

Bincal stared at him for a moment before turning to Flavius.

"I trust you will do as you say, Flavius. Having the Empire speak on my behalf will be important towards the furthering of my goals."

She turned to Cassamir and began walking with him towards a less-crowded part of the council chambers, her guards following close behind.

"When will this conference begin in earnest, King Cassamir? I grow impatient. I cannot be absent from my territories for too long." Once they were comfortably apart from any possible eavesdroppers, she turned her attention to what he had to say.

[Blackdrak]

Arch-Count Rislau, Imperial City.

Rislau rode to the city flanked by his eight knights, they created a loose circle around him covering him from all directions. His white cloak caught the breeze and lifted behind him, making him look all the more like the hero he wanted to be seen as, if not a little clichéd. His knights wore cloaks of a heavier velvet, that he had named pilgrim's red, the knights themselves had a different name for it they called it gore red. They left their horses at the stables outside the city proper and continued on foot for the rest of the journey.

As they entered the center of the city he turned to his retinue "You'll have to wait outside for me, don't want to scare the others now do we?" He chuckled as he walked, alone now, towards the great doors that protected the Imperial Palace. He pushed on them himself ignoring the offer from the guards. As he walked into the he spoke loudly, his deep voice echoing around the lobby. "As you requested I have come."Hmm, not quite as poetic as I would have liked but overall I think the image works. Even the worst of his enemies would have to admit that he was an impressive sight in his glimmering steel and white cloak.

[Rik Douglas]

Vex Bincal, House of Bincal, Elder Council Chambers; Engaging: _{Flavius, Cassamir}
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"Vex, could I have a word with you...?" said Cassamir, who had also approached. Bincal looked to Cassamir, who was looking at Flavius.

"Speak your peace," said Bincal.

"...in private."

Bincal stared at him for a moment before turning to Flavius.

"I trust you will do as you say, Flavius. Having the Empire speak on my behalf will be important towards the furthering of my goals."

She turned to Cassamir and began walking with him towards a less-crowded part of the council chambers, her guards following close behind.

"When will this conference begin in earnest, King Cassamir? I grow impatient. I cannot be absent from my territories for too long." Once they were comfortably apart from any possible eavesdroppers, she turned her attention to what he had to say.

She is distrustful of the Empire, it's fairly obvious.
"Perhaps it's best that you understand the true nature of the Empire, they are manipulators who will offer a hand in friendship and then send assassins after you in the same night, ask the King of Anvil."

[matt white]

Vex Bincal, House of Bincal, Elder Council Chambers; Engaging: _Cassamir
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Cassamir leaned towards Bincal slightly and spoke in a measured, hushed voice.

"Perhaps it's best that you understand the true nature of the Empire, they are manipulators who will offer a hand in friendship and then send assassins after you in the same night, ask the King of Anvil."

Bincal was, initially, rather amused. In these times, one could only expect this from their enemies. Bincal herself, during her six-year tenure as warlord, had escaped more assassination attempts than she could count on one hand, and had ordered probably twice as many. It was the way of the world. At least, in war-torn Cheydinhal County. Perhaps the larger powers operated differently?

"Malk," she said loudly, "Would you please explain to his royal-ship what we think of assassins?"

The orc, who had been standing at a distance, approached Bincal and Cassamir. Standing beside them, he easily towered above them both, and was as nearly as broad as both of them put together. The seemingly permanently scowl etched across his face didn't make him any less intimidating. He looked long and hard at Cassamir, but the orc didn't say anything.

When Cassamir looked a little confused at the Orc's silence, Bincal drew her silver blade and pressed the tip of it against the orc's chin. The Orc, reflexively, drew his neck higher, revealing more plainly horrific scars that crossed his neck and collarbone. Bincal briefly smiled (somewhat nastily) at Cassamir before it finally cracked into a genuine laugh. For a moment she couldn't stop herself despite of herself, but she soon got herself under control and quieted down. Re-sheathing the blade, she breathily replied;

"That's something, coming from someone who worships Boethiah, Prince of Plots!" She punched him on the shoulder playfully. "I've dealt with my fair share of assassins. There was even this one time that I wrestled an assassin across my room in nothing more than my nightgown. But..." she said after a pause, "...that's another story for another time." She composed herself again, looking more directly at Cassamir with her steely gray eyes and adopting a business-like tone. "I appreciate the warning, King of Bruma. But I trust no one. Now, is there something you really wanted to talk about? Otherwise..." Bincal said, turning to look at the Arch-Count Rislau, who had shortly before entered the Council Chambers. "We should officially start this conference, now that all the major players are here."

[Jennifer Munroe]

Vex Bincal, House of Bincal, Elder Council Chambers; Engaging: _Cassamir
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Cassamir leaned towards Bincal slightly and spoke in a measured, hushed voice.

"Perhaps it's best that you understand the true nature of the Empire, they are manipulators who will offer a hand in friendship and then send assassins after you in the same night, ask the King of Anvil."

Bincal was, initially, rather amused. In these times, one could only expect this from their enemies. Bincal herself, during her six-year tenure as warlord, had escaped more assassination attempts than she could count on one hand, and had ordered probably twice as many. It was the way of the world. At least, in war-torn Cheydinhal County. Perhaps the larger powers operated differently?

"Malk," she said loudly, "Would you please explain to his royal-ship what we think of assassins?"

The orc, who had been standing at a distance, approached Bincal and Cassamir. Standing beside them, he easily towered above them both, and was as nearly as broad as both of them put together. The seemingly permanently scowl etched across his face didn't make him any less intimidating. He looked long and hard at Cassamir, but the orc didn't say anything.

When Cassamir looked a little confused at the Orc's silence, Bincal drew her silver blade and pressed the tip of it against the orc's chin. The Orc, reflexively, drew his neck higher, revealing more plainly horrific scars that crossed his neck and collarbone. Bincal briefly smiled (somewhat nastily) at Cassamir before it finally cracked into a genuine laugh. For a moment she couldn't stop herself despite of herself, but she soon got herself under control and quieted down. Re-sheathing the blade, she breathily replied;

"That's something, coming from someone who worships Boethiah, Prince of Plots!" She punched him on the shoulder playfully. "I've dealt with my fair share of assassins. There was even this one time that I wrestled an assassin across my room in nothing more than my nightgown. But..." she said after a pause, "...that's another story for another time." She composed herself again, looking more directly at Cassamir with her steely gray eyes and adopting a business-like tone. "I appreciate the warning, King of Bruma. But I trust no one. Now, is there something you really wanted to talk about? Otherwise..." Bincal said, turning to look at the Arch-Count Rislau, who had shortly before entered the Council Chambers. "We should officially start this conference, now that all the major players are here."

Cassamir
"That's something coming from someone who worships Boethiah, Prince of Plots."
His demeanor darkened as those words exited Vex's mouth, she then playfully punched him on the shoulder.
He noticed Boethiah's Hand in the background lining up shots on Vex, he warned her "It's not advised to touch a man in my position I understand it was a playful gesture, but I'm afraid my security has been... improved" she appeared somewhat confused by the statement. "I will explain more when you need to know."
"However yes I would like to discuss the possibility of an alliance between Cheydinhal and Bruma."
I need to secure my boundaries and this is the only way possible with her.
He turned catching Arch-Count Rislau enter the room
His appearance is that of a divine worshipper, tensions are going to be high with this one.
"We will begin the official discussion after I meet with the leader of the Colovian Empire, may plots not fall on the heads of the just."

He turned towards the leader of the Colovian Empire and walked calmly towards him.
"Ahh, I'm afraid we haven't met, I believe you just met my good friend King Umbranox."
Cassamir extended his hand in friendship, I am the leader of Boethiah's Legion.

[Genocidal Cry]

Julius Scipion, White-gold tower

Julius looked up at the new speaker again waving his hand to make the guards stand down he shook the man’s hand “The names Julius” Julius replied smiling “Anyway I suppose we should be getting down to the cold business of politics please take seat” He pointed to a seat next to him.

[Ronald]

"It's not advised to touch a man in my position I understand it was a playful gesture, but I'm afraid my security has been... improved" replied Cassamir darkly. Initially Bincal was confused at this statement. She made subtle attempts to scan the room out of the corner of her eye. What did he mean by that? She certainly hadn't seen any bodyguards accompanying Cassamir. Perhaps he was protected by enchantments? But even more perplexing was his statement to follow.

"I will explain more when you need to know," he added. "However yes I would like to discuss the possibility of an alliance between Cheydinhal and Bruma."

An alliance between Cheydinhal and Bruma? So did he already support her claim to the city? Bincal gave this some thought. Perhaps I won't need to play my wildcard just yet. In any case, garnering support for establishing her primacy in Cheydinhal region was proving to be much, much easier than expected. As she watched as Cassamir made his way over to the Colovians, mentioning as he went that the conference would begin shortly, a small frown crept across her face. She remembered the bloodstains across the floor when she originally entered the Imperial Palace. Apparently, a lot had already gone down before she had even arrived. She motioned to her Nord bodyguard to come over.

"Malk, Jod, let's approach the table. Keep close to me."

[MR.BIGG]

Julius Scipion, white-gold tower

Julius turned to face a man who claimed that the west weald was protected he chuckled “then you have never heard the tale of how i destroyed the lords who opposed me” waved to another seat “please take a seat let us begin this conference” Damned fool Julius thought dares to suppose me as weak ME WEAK.

[Annick Charron]

Aventius Umbranox.

Before I could reply Flavius came and said the West Weild was under Protection.. Stubborn fool. The meeting was about to start so I then took a seat and waited for it to start.

[James Smart]

Julius Scipion, White-gold tower

Julius looked up at the new speaker again waving his hand to make the guards stand down he shook the man’s hand “The names Julius” Julius replied smiling “Anyway I suppose we should be getting down to the cold business of politics please take seat” He pointed to a seat next to him.

Cassamir, engaging: Julius, the whole room
He calmly took his seat
This man was being peaceful to Aventius, which in turn means that he will most likely be peaceful with me.
"Julius, I'm Cassamir, the King of Boethiah's Legion and I hope that we can form an alliance which would secure both our boundaries, now I'm afraid I must begin the conference." He exited his seat and approached the center of the room.
He turned to Vex and spoke loudly so everyone in the room could hear him. "Ladies and Gentlemen I understand that many of us have already begun speaking about politics and the like, but now we must all have an open ear to all of these leaders and important figures. I find it fitting that the leader of what was previously the Empire to begin, Flavius speak your piece."

[Jesus Duran]

julius Scipion, white-gold tower

Julius listened to the Daedra worshipper open the conference Julius stood up “Why should we bother” he spoke “The old empire is broken it is time that a new empire should take its place not that of one that failed to keep itself together” He sat down

[Amysaurusrex]

Aventius Umbranox.

As the meeting began, I could already tell there will be tensions. It seems that Cyrodill has turned into High Rock. A shame really. This is why Cyrodill needs to be reunited. So that the future Generations of our kinsmen won't experience the same suffering This generation and the Bretons are going through, However. I can see that there will be a great war that will tear our country apart. sat here here, waiting for my turn to come.

[Suzie Dalziel]

Flavius Latartus



Flavius stood up, and took a deep breath.

"My name is Flavius Latartus. I can remember a time when Tamriel was united. It was a glorious age, but it is gone. We have come here from all across the ancient heartland of the Empire to find some way to reclaim this glorious past.

"I am from what is left of the Empire, but I am no Emperor, nor a Potentate. I am a new leader for a new Empire.

"To begin this council, I wanted to say that the Empire recognizes all of you as sovereign. I know this may sound patronizing, but it is not. The Empire has accepted that we failed before. The Remans lasted 200 years, and then we were ruled by snakes from a distant land. That was not right! We deserved this collapse.

"I came here to show that the Empire has changed its ways. It hopes to rebuild the old Empire, but stronger, better than before.

"To this effect, I seek to begin this council...


At this point, twelve heavily armed Akaviri entered the council chambers.

The leader unsheathed his blade.

"This council shall never begin. Your lives are forfeit. None of you deserve the rule of Tamriel. None of you can light the Dragonfires!"


Flavius stared in horror.

"Vassir? What are you doing?"

The Akaviri glared back.

"You will die first, you old fool!"