ooc: I'll be replacing Atomic. He's dropped out of the rp.

IC:

Castle Orsinium, Private Quarters of Commander Ming

Ming frowned at the stack of papers that covered nearly every sqare inch of her desk. The monthly inventory and census had just arrived from each of the tribes loyal to King Durgap. Already her fingers felt awkward and ashy from sifting through so many ink-blotched documents.

She sighed in frustration, blowing at her bangs as she dabbed the tip of her quill in an ink well. Ever since the Orc rebellion, things had grown hectic for the higher command of Durgap's court.

A loud knock at her door jolted Ming from her literary slumber. She growled impatiently at whomever disturbed her and cursed loudly.

"By the bloody axe of Malacath! What do you need?" she hissed.

"Milady," the servant at her door started, hesitating so as to avoid bothering her any further, "A man by the name of Arnad Ashcroft awaits a council at the front gate. He claims to be an emissary sent by the King of Wayrest. Should I let him?"

Ming massaged her temples, sighing once again. "Bring him to me. Apologize on my behalf for not coming to greet him myself. I'm very busy today and King Durgap cannot be bothered."

"Milday." the servant replied, bowing at the closed door in front of him.


The air outside Castle Orsinium blew hard at the Orc servant as he emerged from the musty depths of the corridor and out into the courtyard. He strolled briskly across the soggy earth towards the front gate, waving to the engineers along the upper wall to open the gate.

As they did so, the gates slowly opened to reveal a man standing just outside a wagon. "Emissary Ashcroft? Commander Ming has agreed to meet you in place of King Durgap. I'm afraid he's terribly busy and cannot be disturbed. Milady has asked me to apologize on having not greeted you herself. Sire, right this way." the servant said, motioning towards the castle.

City Gates, Urvaius

Having rode for over a day, Jolvan was tired from not resting much. He did not want to upset the Duke of Phrygias by his slow diplomatic mission, so he only got a few hours rest. Arriving on a small hill he saw the city of Urvaius, and quickly starting galloping towards the city.

As he rode towards Urvaius Jolvan admired the view of the sun in the evening, he always did love the views of High Rock. Jolvan made his way closer and closer to the city he looked at the people noticing their clothes style was different to his own city even as the two cities where very close.

Finally making his way to the city gates Jolvan jumped off of his horse tied it up and walked over to a guard.

"My name is Jolvan, I come on behalf of the Duke of Phrygias. I am his emmissary and General, will you take me to your Lord?"

OOC: My army in Bhoriane:

1000 Goblins.
Small and Stupid, but making up for it with numbers, cunning and ruthlessness, goblins have green skin, ugly, grotesque faces and hunched backs. They are often caught and trained by the Altmer for military purposes. These are goblins who have been caught in the wild, or imported from Summerset, and trained to be used by the Direnni military. They wear poor leathers, and carry iron shortswords. They are generally used in shock rushes, and their ugly and brutish nature can often unnerve human troops.

1000 Heavy Altmeri Infantry.
Altmer warriors are renowned across Tamriel for their skill in swordmanship, and these well-trained and conditioned warriors meet and surpass all expectations. They are trained for decades to be skilled in the use of pikes, heavy armor, attacking in formation, and of course, swords. The wear an Elven briastplate, along with iron chainmail or good leather covering the rest of their bodies. They also wear steel boots and an iron cap. They enter battle with pikes, and have an Elven longsword at their side for use in close combat.

500 Light Altmeri Infantry.
Stealth, Recon and sometimes ambush troops, they are trained in stealth and swordsmanship. While they do not have the strength or skill in combat of Heavy Infantry, they make up for it with stealth and planning, often used as scouts, messengers, and ambushers. The very best of them are mounted on fast horses and used to quickly relay information from around a battleshield. They wear light leather armor, and wield Elven Shortswords. They are often used to screen off the Heavy Infantry.

1000 Altmeri Archers.
Archers trained in longbowmanship and light armor. They are equip with Wooden Longbows and Iron Shortswords, they wear light leather armor, allowing them to move quickly.


100 Fire Chariots.
A Chariot lead by a pair of workhorses with staffs used as missile weapons on each side. It has a crewmember who sits in the front, driving the horses. It's most dominant features are the two staffs hings to each side of the chariot, which two


300 Mages.
Mages, generalising in all magical skills. 1 in 5 are Journeyman. 1 in 10 are Expert. 1 in 100 are Master. The rest are apprentices. Due to the Altmer's natural magical abilities, they are very powerful, and coordinated properly, can cause chaos against Direnni's foes. They are all mounted on horses, and some carry staffs.

500 Heavy Direnni Cavalry.
These are highly trained Direnni noblemen and knights. They ride into battle atop powerful armored battlesteeds, and they themselves wear Elven Plate and Chainmail. They are equipped with a lance and an Elven Longsword.
(50 Direnni Mounted Battlemages.)
(Armored Elven Battlemages, very highly trained in Destruction, Conjuration and Restoration Magicks, as well as Longswords, Blunt Weapons and Heavy Armor. They are mounted on warhorses, and often charge into battle with Direnni Cavalry, loosing spells while healing troops, and slashing and hammering their foes into submission.)

5 "The Fiery Sword of Direnni" (Direnni Order of Mageknights).
The Fiery Sword is an ancient order of Direnni battlemages. They are taken at a young age, and trained constantly for hundreds of years to be near godlike in every aspect of combat and magic. The training is so harsh and unforgiving, many die, but of the few that survive, only 10 have completed their training. These men have honed all their skills to perfection. All forms of magic. All forms of combat and stealth. They march into battle wielding extremely powerful spells, and wearing complete ebony armor and wearing swords of Ebony. They traditionally guard the emperor and accompany him to battle as a bodyguard, and their deep knowledge of Alteration and Mysticism can move him to safety should things go wrong.


(Pretty long descriptions, I know. Will update on the navy in the next post.)

IC:

Bhoriane, Docks.
The highest ranking Knight, Pulan, scowled at the newcomer who had accompanied the soldiers arriving at the docks shortly after the Direnni.

"Present youself, human. You shall show proper courtesy to the Emperor of Bhoriane and the Direnni Isles, and you shall cease making demands." Pulan stated, angrily.

"Pulan, we must tolerate our human allies, however rude they are." Elusmyr ordered to Pulan, not making any attempt to stop the human from hearing him. Turning to the human, he continued "I don't have the papers on my person. You might talk to Calendras, who's in charge of overseeing the immediate transfer of Bhoriane. I believe he was the last person to have the papers. I believe you are to commandeer some noble estate until further notice from Wayrest. The local garrison here is under my control. I'd suggest moving along to your new... center of operations, whereever it may be. We're very busy here, as you can see." Elusmyr pointed at the walls. "It appears the previous administration has left this place in the bit of a mess. I'll be busy cleaning up... so much to do, such little time." Elusmyr smiled.

The pounding of feet on wood rose up as Elusmyr finished. An elven messenger bowed, and addressed Elusmyr. "Your glorious highness, the governer of Bhoriane had handed over control. He also said he was moving the vault and half the treasury back to Wayrest, should that interest you, milord."

Elusmyr's grin grew wider. "It does. Find Calendras and tell him to lock down the city, the docks especially. I'd like all of my assets in order. I had assumed funds would be included in the transfer... Don't stop for anyone."

The messenger turned and ran off in the direction Calendras had left. Elusmyr moved around, facing the human again. "This is all so disorderly. You were saying?"

Castle Orsinium, Stables

Durgap brushed at the stallion's long, knotted mane. It rolled it's lip, grumbling in satisfaction. It's fresh pair of horseshoes clanked off the cobbled street as he led it out onto the long stone road leading out from Castle Orsinium and into the north. King Durgap had ordered an exit be constructed for him and his nobles should a siege of his castle be iminent. However, he wouldn't have objected to saving a few commoners and swordsman should his time allow. It was their duty to protect him with their lives after all, was it not?

Durgap clambered up into the saddle of the chestnut steed and patted it's neck with his armored hand once more before tapping the underside of his belly with his heels. The horse started forth in a deliberately slow trot. Durgap heeled him once more, the message clearly getting through this time of the urgency of Durgap's task.

OOC: Troops will go up when they are needed

IC:

Urvaius, City Gates

The guard looked down at the man, who claimed he was from Phrygias. His attire seemed fit for what he claimed he was, but they simply did not let anyone claim they were someone. While it was a free government, most could go to the city freely, unless there was a current situation. When someone would claim they were such a high rank, as a general, he would have to bring his papers. The guard signaled downward, and several other guards, numbering 5, walked out of the gate to confront the man. One was particularly dressed a different way, and stood in the middle. He wore a blue cape over his usual uniform, and anyone could confirm he was the captain.

"I assume you have brought papers showing your identity and rank, Jolvan. We can only confirm any opinion to the Count if you show us your information..."


William, Roland, Bhoriane

William pulled down the scope from his eye, handing it to Roland. Roland peered through the glass, getting a closer look at the Direnni flag.

"Well damn, it really is the Direnni flag..."

William nodded without hesitation, and peered over as he saw two figures approaching, one an Argonian, one a Breton. These two were the leaders of the Xa-Ku and the rebels, Phillip de Montesquieu and Dem-Na. They had shown up at just the right time after being fetched. William, at first, was going to give a different order, but now seeing the Direnni flag being put up, he had different orders for them.

"Take your rebels and the Argonians, go through the sewers and see whats happening in the city...with...that..."

William motioned for Roland to give the scope to Phillip, who in term followed the suggestion. The old veteran took it with ease, peering into it at the southwest flag.

"Well all hell...it really is the flag, isn't it?"

William nodded at the man, responding in his serious tone.

"Yes it is, and I want you to find out why the flag is being put up."

Phillip turned for a moment, handing the scope to his fellow Argonian. He rubbed his chin, coming back with a thoughtful response.

"This has to be some kind of trick or bluff, but we'll go check it out. Dem-Na, lets get the men through the sewer tunnel and into the different parts of the city. We'll give the arrangements once we're in the sewer system."

He turned back to William, pulling his brow down.

"Well, we best be on our way."

He nodded to the Argonian, and the two ran off to gather the rebels and Argonian mercenaries. William turned to Roland once more, giving him an order.

"Stay here and look out for enemy activity. I'm going to go gather a messenger to send to Rosseau. He needs some of his men ready. The mercenaries should be back soon."

With that, Roland nodded, and William was off.


Broken Diamond

"What in the hell; Tralan, come see this."

The large Nord was sitting there coated in his steel plate armor, sword at his side, viewing the port from the forest. Tralan was behind him along with some of the others from the group, but not everyone from the group was with them. Most notably the large cat wasn't there, with his gigantic body. It would be impossible to hide him in the forest. Tralan crouched up beside the Nord, peering through his own scope, which he mostly used at sea.

"Looks like elves...Direnni..."

Dalk squinted, trying to get a better view at the distant mass of golden figures finding their way into the city. Then another one of them pointed out something else. An-Zaw and Antar, who were next behind the two, both saw something far off into the sea. An-Zaw pointed at the distant sea, which was filled with another mass of ships finding their way into the port. An-Zaw tapped Tralan on the shoulder, pointing to the mass out in the sea. Tralan then used his scope to eye that, and he clearly could tell what it was with his extensive knowledge of the sea and political area. After all, they were mercenaries.

"It's part of the Wayrestian fleet, or something like it..."

Tralan peered over at the golden figures in the distance once more. After that, he put his scope to his side, and tapped his Nordic fellow on the shoulder.

"Lets get out of here and send the information back to William...this doesn't look good..."


William, further in camp.

William rode his steed into the camp, finding the agents who were currently off duty. He would need a few scouts for this job. He confronted a few of them, each done eating and ready for new orders. He nodded at them all, who each waved their hand in return. There were 5 of them, one of them communicating to William.

"What are our orders sir?"

William's horse came to a full stop, as he nodded his head once more at the group. His commander voice came out, flowing into the sky at the scouts.

"Go to the Rosseau estate, contact Lord Rosseau and Antoine Blaine. Tell them to get their men here. We'll need every man we can get..."

The scout nodded, and the others begin to round up, getting on their own mounts and heading for the Rosseau estate, which lay south of the camp.


Dayton, Camp directly West of Bhoriane

Dayton rode through the camp, making sure to get the message to the scouts that remained with him.

"Men, pack your things except for the tents. We'll leave with the infantry tomorrow when they arrive."

Dayton continued to ride through the camp, giving his order. He would soon be resting in his own tent.

Ciel Yeomcroft, Road

Ciel nodded, knowing about the defensive stance they were going to take once they got to the Chevalier land and the young Stratego felt a little downtrodden as he realized that Louis had no plans for anything offensive in the near future. They rode in silence for a while as Ciel looked around at the countryside, and he couldn't deny how simply beautiful it was out here, away from all the bustle of the city and the Assembly.

He turned his attention back to Louis as the man spoke again, inquiring about engineers. Ciel nodded as he spoke, "Yes, a team of engineers have been brought. I think they are back there beginning basic plans for adding to the defense of your lands. I plan to build a fort right on the shared border of Koegria and yourself, if that is okay. From there we can send scouts up and down the border as well as be the first to come to contact with any hostile enemies."

He fell silent for a moment, than spoke what was on his mind. He couldn't hide the slight eagerness in his voice though he did his best. "Do you believe Koegria will attack?"






Daric, Assembly

Daric watched the as the men walked into the room. He was on edge because of the visitors from Wayrest and as they approached, he sat up straight to get a better look at them. Next to him, the Archon watched with a passive face, sitting back in his chair and at relative ease even though he had no idea what Wayrest wanted to do with them. He found out a few seconds later as the ambassador declared that Wayrest wished for a peace between the two. As always, whispered conversations swept through the room though nobody shouted out and Listien was the first to speak, gathering his words before Daric could.

"Talk of peace is always a good thing, but before we discuss it any further I feel we must tell you that we cannot speak for anybody but ourselves. If we come to peace with Wayrest, it does not mean Camlorn will be the same." he said calmly. "Secondly, I must ask: Does Wayrest speak for Wayrest, or for Wayrest and its other states such as Koegria and Bhoriane?"

Daric silently agreed with the question, because Wayrest could form a peace with Kambria but they could turn around and force their puppet states to make war on Kambria, well denying they were ever behind any of it. Listien glanced around the Assembly and back at the man who stood before him. The Archon would take the peace, whether Wayrest spoke for its allies or not because if Wayrest broke that truce than Kambria would appeal to the greater powers of High Rock. Specifically Daggerfall, who might fear any Wayrest "expansion" and could chose to act against Wayrest, pitting the two greatest powers against each other.

The thought was not an unpleasant one.

Court of Daggerfall

"Your majesty," A noble kneeled before Gothryd's throne. The man seemed rather militant in appearance, having a plate cuirass on his exquisite clothing and with two lightly armoured servants accompanying him, one armed with a spear and another with a sword, also carrying his master's sword. Knowing the ways of his nobility, the king was quite certain that this was a noble of the sword; they took quite some pride in their position as 'defenders of the realm', it also being a source of endless arrogance towards their superiors, nobles of the robe (even though the lower ranks were understandably jealous of the magnates' power and privileges).

"I come bearing sad news. Jean II of the house Beris, a loyal vassal of your highness, one of the royal dukes of Daggerfall, has passed away recently, taken by the blade of some honourless assassin." Gothryd tried not to smile. The assassin he had sent had at least partially succeeded; now to find out whether Alarei was able to completely live up to his expectations, or was the trust ill-placed.

"Have you any suspicions about the nature of this assassination? The king of Daggerfall does not take kindly to those who murder his loyal friends and the ghost of the fallen cries for vengeance."

For a moment, the noble hesitated. "Your majesty, the assassin has not left any reliable witnesses. However, the one who was left alive, mad with fear as she might've been, claimed that the man who had done the bloody deed had come in the name of United Bretony, to negotiate with my liege, hoping to make him betray your highness. When that failed, the knave resorted to a very crude approach that reflects the nature of our foes."

"So it is these rebellous peasants to be held responsible... Most troubling." Gothryd rubbed his chin, thinking. However, he was thinking of things other than the noble guessed he was - the monarch was thinking of the subtlest way to take Jean's lands for himself. The man's estates were quite large and he would profit greatly from returning these lands to royal control.

His thoughts, however, were cut short when one of the many servants of the court showed up, bowing and taking a position almost next to the noble, only a step behind to reflect his inferior status. Gothryd cast a questioning glance at him. What now? Another adventurer of one sort or another? Or is it finally, Divines be praised in that case, something serious..?

"Your majesty, a delegation from Ilessan has arrived and asks for an audience. Shall I inform them that your highness is busy?"

"No, let them come. We shall have to push our discussion to a time more suitable, I'm afraid, as dire as these news are. The Estates General shall be called for this matter. This audience is over, sir." Gothryd waved the noble away. Taking little offense - nobles of the sword were used to being treated thusly by the king, even though they would swear bloody vengeance for anything like it from the nobles of the robe - the noble bowed and left, the servant following suit, intending to inform the nobles of Ilessan that the king was ready to receive them.

The Wrothgarian Mountains

Durgap's steed tore across the cattle-worn trails that ribboned the mountain ranges of the Wrothgarians. Dust lifted behind their tracks, concealling their journey to all but those who could hear the gallop of the horses hooves. Tears began to well up in the corners of Durgap's eyes from the sheer speed. He stood hunched in the saddle, his head ducked low so that he resembled a jockie.

As they reached a bend in the trail, Durgap sat back down and pulled on the reins, slowing the horse to a trot once more.

What a ride. Durgap thought, thoroughly impressed with the landscape.



Army Sheet:

Battlemages 150: Having been brought up to wield a blade rather than cast a spell, most Orc find studying the arcane quite challenging. Only a handful of Orc have a proper understanding of the art of spell-weaving. They play an essential part in King Durgap's army, combining destruction, restoration, and mysticism based spells with the mundane. Iron plates and maces or staves

Orc Tribe Warlocks 50: These divine few have mastered the art of wizardy. They've often been referred to as the most fearsome spellcasters of the Wrothgarian tribes. Most of these warlocks are older than Orsinium, having kept themselves alive through magic that has been said to hold mysterious properties. Robes and staves

Orc Tribe Witches 50: The potion-brewers, curse slingers, deranged old spellcasters native to the caves of the Wrothgarians. When angered, it is said these witches can call upon the spirits of fallen soldiers and obliterate small forces. They are also well practiced in the arts of illusion, enchanting, alteration, and weather manipulation. Robes and staves

Orc Beserkers 200: Massive Orcs through the eyes of any soldier on the battlefield. These Orc have earned their title through sheer brutality and rage. They are normally around 6 to 8 inches taller than most Orc and can charge through the frontline of most enemies without sustaining too much damage. They frequently go beserk in the heat of battle and can do massive damage to the morale of infantrymen. Some wear crude ebony, onyx, or thick iron plates. Most wield two-handed blades, battleaxes, pole-axes, or crude morning stars.

Orc Militia 500: Decently equipped orc warriors. An army of veterans and newer soldiers combined. The militia is a combination of the Orc Houses Warriors and those of Orsinium. Leather or Iron armor, Iron axes, maces, clubs

Heavy Orc Infantry 1000: The more seasoned warriors of the Wrothgarian Alliance. These Orc fight well alone. Being composed of veterans and higher ranked troops, the Heavy Infantry can navigate quickly over small areas.

(Will finish later.)

OOC: Dren, I'll get a reply to your post within two hours from this posting.
IC:

Kambria
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"Lord Kingfield, I speak for the totality of Wayrest, which is Wayrest and the various cities within the Kingdom. Secondly, I do not offer peace between Wayrest and United Bretony, I offer peace between the Kingdom of Wayrest and Kambria."

Octavius paused for a moment, and after taking a breath continued, his voice loud enough so that everyone in the assembly could hear well.

"What we propose is simple. In exchange for Kambria's agreement to not aid, assist, or in any direct or indirect way help militaristic actions agianst Wayrest by any other power of Tamriel, the Kingdom of Wayrest would agree to not engage in militaristic action agianst Kambria. Also, free trade between Kambria and Wayrestian cities may be possible if Kambria agrees to the terms of the peace agreement."

Octavius waited to hear Daric's response, and the knights started to shift their weight once every minute.

Bhoriane
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"I am sorry, Emperor Elusymr, but we are required to facilitate the transfer of Vault contents. You may have the full treasury, but we will be taking the Vault contents." Colonel Wirich's voice was stern and commanding. He was not going to back down even in the sight of the Direnni leader.

After having spoke, a messenger came up, transporting a sealed document. Wirich took it, and broke the seal.

"Hmm, Well then, I didn't think the operation would move so fast. While I must still facilitate the transfer of Vault contents, I am authorized to work with you in suppression of enemy agents, which apparently includes an invasion force now. Though mission parameters require me to confiscate the Rousseau estate, I must ask, do you want to launch a counter-strike agianst the attacking forces soon?"

Orsinium
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"It's not trouble at all." The servant lead Arnad into the castle. After a series of twists and turns, they finally arrived at the chamber where Commander ming was.

"Greetings, Lady Ming. I am Arnad Ashcroft, and I'm here to discuss the nature of future relations between our two countries.

Louis

"Do you believe Koegria will attack?"

Seems like he's quite curious?well, he has a reason to be. I shouldn't leave him out of this?

Louis stopped for a moment, rubbing his hand on his chin. He was thinking over the various facts and suspicions, until he finally had an answer for the young lad.

"If Koegria knows what is good for itself, it won't attack, but there is no telling what any of those idiots who serve the fool Charles of Wayrest is will do. Our current problem is the nobles siding with Koegria growing more and more aggressive?"

Louis stopped for a moment, turning his head to look at the young lad dead in the eye.

"They won't be so tolerable about the fort building?that's why I plan to get rid of them first."

They rode over another hill, and now Louis could see the estate within view, a man coming to greet him. It was Guillaume riding in his knightly armor. The sweat dripping from his brow, he put up his hand to wipe it. He then stopped and pulled his horse beside Louis, gazing at the glorious men that had been brought. He quickly returned to his thought.

"Louis, we ran across some Wayrestian knights along the way?the rose?"

The man panted, coughing after his first few words.

"They were headed for Kambria?and I didn't stop them?I didn't want to provoke any relations, but I figured I should tell you, sir?they'll be coming back?it's the shortest way to Wayrest?"

Louis paused for a moment, glancing over at the Kambrian general and then back at his knight. He smirked.

"Set up an ambush force to the west of 50 mounted men. I want them put into custody and carried back here?"

Louis brow shot down in the front, and a smile lit his face.

"We've got them?"

Elusmyr's scowled. The guards placed their hands on their swords.

"No... No... We will not be launching a counterstrike. From here, we have the advantage of defending. We have no idea what we're facing, or their numbers. A counter-strike could be... extremely costly and wrought with failure. " Elus said, not hiding hid disdain for the human in his voice.

Turning to one of his guards, he spoke softly. "I require a quill, ink and paper and my seal." The guard nodded, and moved off in the direction of a nearby ship.

"Anyway, I can understand you are quite busy, at the moment. Also, I hear that pirates are becoming very, very common these days, what with all the conflicts inherint with recent events. Of course, we shall allow you to transport your vault with little trouble, I shall have scribes write up the proper papers as soon as things are within order. Anyway, like I was saying about the pirates, the seas are extremely dangerous, and out of a wonderous gesture of friendship, the Direnni empire will depart a small fleet to accompany the transfer. We value Wayrest's wellbeing, you see."

The guard returned holding the writing supplies, and Elusmyr walked over to a crate next to the group, and wrote on the paper for a while. He rolled it up, and stamped it with the seal, and handed it to the guard. "Get this to Calendras. Move as quickly as possible" he said simply. The guard cast a powerful feather spell, and flew off into the distance, no armor weighing him down.

"Sorry for that interruption. Anyway, there is very little room in the city for your soldiers. I have brought a sizable force, as you can see. I'd suggest immediately exiting the society while I get affairs in order here. Why, I still haven't even see my castle. If you are unable or unwilling to leave, I shall have my guards escort you safely to the estate. On another matter, I'd recommend being careful. The city will be a bit chaotic until the Direnni have fully taken control of the castle, accidents may happen out on the streets, friend" Elusmyr smiled.

Olwyn of Dwynnen
Wightmoor Castle

From across the chamber, Olwyn regarded Saxon, the emissary quietly. He had ordered him to stand far opposite of him for a few reasons, chief among them being that he didn't trust anyone who wasn't from Dwynnen. There was something shifty about those outside the forests; their lack of morales and money-grubbing ways being the most prevalent. But with the rise of the Represenatives, he couldn't be sure if this Saxon fellow was or was not tainted by them. He could just be posing as an emissary to get close an assassinate him.

"Sir. I suggest we get on with this. What is it you want to say to me, Dwynnen's Baron?"

OOC: I'm kind of in a hurry. Verlox, I'll get you soon. I have permission to control the guards.

IC:

Phillip de Montesquieu and Dem-Na

"Sir, it's from William".

Phillip turned around at the bulky Bretic messenger behind him. He held a letter, which apparently bore his orders. Phillip nodded slightly, and brought out his stern military tone.

"Thank you sir, you may return to your post?"

He took the leader and began to read it, being interrupted by the messenger.

"I am supposed to bring a reply back to William."

Phillip nodded once more, and started reading the letter, it read:

Phillip
The mercenaries have reported that Direnni ships and Wayrestian ships have arrived at the docks with soldiers. I want you to contact the Direnni leader, and if he appeals to the terms, notify me?if he doesn't?then?
?the terms are listed below?

Phillip continued to read the letter, which was dark from the sewer. One would have to scan closely to read it. He nodded, and continued to the messenger.

"Very well, wait here."

The two figures, as well as the 48 others that accompanied them continued on through the sewers. Eventually, they all stood at the middle of a large basin, which appeared to be the center of the system. Phillip called out.

"I want everyone back here in one hour sharp. Xa-Ku, make your investigations, gather your information. I will be speaking to the Direnni's leader over terms. I'll fill you with additional orders in one hour? Rebels, gather the bodies we have saved for this, and bring them here?we may use them? The mercenaries will arrive soon with more aid. Everyone, get to your assignment. We cannot fail!"

The captain made his way up the latter and into the city, approaching the nearest Elven guards.

"Sir, I speak for the force outside the city. I want to speak to your leader at once, regarding diplomacy."

The Elven guard nodded to his companion beside him, thinking something over.

"Very well, we'll take you to our leader, Calandras. Don't try anything, Breton?"

The three walked until they found Calandras. The Elven guard muttered.

"Calandras, sir?this Breton comes in the name of the force outside of the city?he would like to speak to you, sire?"

Baszone's fleet arrived back in port around two in the morning that same night. The large ship pulled into port and the Marines unloaded the captured pirates and their leader.

The pirate leader did not put up a fight when the Marines broke into his poorly fortified stronghold. He now walked behind the rest of his men on the way to the brig. From there he and his pirates would be transferred to Daggerfall for sentencing.

Baszone walked down the wooden ramp the was attached to the ship by hinges, to see one of the deck officers awaiting him. "Let me guess, the Admiral wishes to see me?"

"Yes sir, he ordered me to find you as soon as you returned to port. He is quite angry," The man replied as he turned to watch the new prisoners walking down the dock.

Baszone walked past the man who was still staring in awe at the prisoners, "I will go see him now,"

-----Admiral's office----

Bass opened the door and stepped into Colin Stedrine's office. He could see the Admiral sitting by his fireplace reading a book.
"Take a seat Captain," Admiral Stedrine placed his book on the table and waited for his Captain to sit down.

Bass took a set in the chair the was in front of Colin's desk, "You asked to see me Admiral?"

"Yes I did. I am sure you know why?"

"Yes sir, I went and attacked the pirates and captured their leader."

The Admiral listened to the response, "No, you disobeyed a direct order. I ordered no one to attack until the morning."

"Sir, with all due respect if we waited until the morning we would have suffered more casualties then we really did, and they might have moved on by then."

"And how many causalities did my men suffer?"

"We attacked them while they slept so only ten men suffered injury, and from the looks of their wounds they will live."

Colin crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, the whole situation was over and the loss was minimal on their end. "Captain, this is not the Imperial Legion, here in the Daggerfall navy we take time to plan out our actions. You will do well to remember this. That being said you are on shore leave for the next month or until I change my mind. I will not have my Captain's using my navy to gallop around as they please.

Bass was stunned at the Admiral's orders. He was on forced shore leave for the next month, "Aye sir" and with that Bass exited the Admiral's office and headed toward his own house in Daggerfall.

Assembly

The crowd remained silent as the two prominent leaders thought out the situation, though they noticeably did not look to each other for help. Such was the division of Kambria.

Listien spoke first as he leaned forward slightly. "Seems you are late, Sir Metellus, with this offer. Aid has already been sent to allies, though I hardly think you want to know who. I can assure you that it is simply supplies for the people and that Kambria's military remains inactive for the time being."

"However, in such times I can only hope Wayrest sees that allies must assist allies and we had little choice in the matter. Hopefully this will not sour the deal you have presented for us, as strengthening Wayrest-Kambrian relations at this time would be a good step forward to maintain peace in the bay."

With this, he sat back again and waited for a response. He knew Daric was glaring at him for speaking first again, which was something the old Archon loved to do.




Ciel, Road

The young General smirked at the comment about the fort building, knowing that while it was not an act of war, it was not a soothing sight to see something like it on one's border. He was about to ask a question, when a man came running up to the column of men, in obvious haste to reach Louis as he breathed hard from a long run.

As he spoke Ciel's remained passive but when Louis ordered an ambush to be set, the Stratego couldn't help but smile and he saw that his smile was reflected on the face of Louis as well. Ciel bowed in his saddle, "If you will excuse me, Master Louis, I have to go discuss something with a few of my men."

Before he took off, he leaned in towards the man, whispering, "Kambria would dearly love to be a part of this ambush."

He nodded again and rode against the walking men, to a few of the higher ranking hoplitai at the front of the Kambrian column, where they began talking swiftly and quietly. Ciel had picked the men for their loyalty to him and knew they would not go against the orders he gave, no matter what the Assembly had instructed them to do.

It was interesting to see how the King reacted in such a manner. He just pushed his people around like they were just slaves to an extent. He smiled softly and moved through the crowds. He watched as they all went about their business and wondered if the King would notice his presence, or feel it within the room. Often enough he had the issue where someone had a chill go up their spine when he watched them. By now Alarei the dark furred khajiit had moved to the side of the room, blending with the guards that had taken up a spot there. They didnt care nor notice him really, leaning against the post like he was. Acting like a Lazy Noble that was there just for the sake of it.

As soon as the king would move off into the off limits areas of the castle he would follow.

Castle Orsinium, Private Quarters of Commander Ming

"Ah. It's good to see you arrived safely through the tangle of servants and nobility. Please, sit. I must apologize on King Durgap's behalf. Putting down these rebels has become his primary objective. Now, let us get down to business. You claim to have been sent here today as an emissary under the banner of the King of Wayrest. I trust you have some sort of ring or paperwork to confirm this? You say you've been sent hrere to discuss future relations between Orsinium and the fine country of Wayrest. Tell me, what is it the King is interested in discussing on the matter? Peace? War? Surrender?" Ming finished, crossing her legs and baring the sharp fangs under her upper lip.

Bhoriane
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Colonel Wirich sighed, knowing that this was going to be a difficult operation with Elusmyr here.

"I'm sorry, but I must refuse your offer of naval assistance. Military protocol states that when transporting certain items it is a requirement that only the King's men be escorts. As for our departure, we are far from ready to leave, as the men are still unloading from the ships. We won't be able to depart until morning at this rate. We can take care of our own accommodations here at the docks in the mean time."

Colonel Wirich knew that he could be ready to leave by midnight, but everything considered, why would he risk a night battle?

Kambria
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Octavius smirked at finding out that aid had been sent, and started his response with a sense of feigned surprise in his voice.

"You have already sent aid? Archon Wicksley, if that is the case then there is only one kind of aid you would have sent. Please don't play me for a fool by making the aid you sent sound humanitarian. You have most likely sent military aid to those who would take Bhoriane from Wayrest, right? Well I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Bhoriane is already in Direnni hands by now. (OOC: this character knows the nature of Wayrest's grand "Operation," and is merely assuming that the hand off has already occurred)."

Octavius waited to hear the assembly's reaction.

Orsinium
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After moving to a chair, Arnad produced a sealed letter from the folds of his clothing. The letter was sealed with Wayrest's royal seal and the letter's contents listed Arnad's description and position as emissary, and affirmed that he is on official business. It was dated nearly four days ago and was signed by both King Charles and his spymaster. He placed the letter on the table, and showed Lady Ming his signet ring, which contained the seal of Wayrest.

"The sealed document contains my credentials, open it, if you would like to be sure that I am who I say I am. As for why I'm here, it's simple. King Charles would like to form a military alliance between our two great nations. And I must say, you have an impressive set of fangs."

Castle Orsinium, Private Quarters of Commander Ming


"Ah, you have the paperwork." Ming said with a pleased grin. "Although I'm normally a bit more strict about these things, I don't feel the need to check it thoroughly. Ill do so after you leave. If it turns out fake I'll send a spy for your head." She said jokingly.


"Military assistance you say?" Ming asked, rubbing her chin curiously. "As I said before, King Durgap's focus is solely on eliminating these rebellions. Pehaps," she started, gazing past Arnad towards a flickering candle, "if King Charles could assist milord in his task, Wayrest would surely earn maybe a batallion or two of his stronger men. Of course, we would also need protection from larger cities in exhange for mountain passes to the northen waters and western coast. I'm sure you need to discuss these terms wth your King, as well as I to my own. As far as you're concerned, how do these fair wth you?"

Bhoriane, Keep

“Calandras, sir…this Breton comes in the name of the force outside of the city…he would like to speak to you, sire…” A guard who had just approached said.

Calendras shooed off a messenger and tucked a note into his pocket and turned to the 3 men.

"First off, how the [censored] did this man get into the city. The place is on lock-down. Did he just walk up to the gates and ask to come inside?" Calendras snapped angrily.

"Uh... No sir" The soldier blushed, "We saw him... coming in through the sewers...I don't kn-"

"There are unguarded sewers men and come through in the city?" Calendras cut off the soldier. "This is foul news. Have guards secure the entrances. Have patrols sent down to try and find out the exit."

The soldier bowed and hurried off.

"So, what do you want? You obviously represent United Bretony. I'd suggest staying away from the docks, it's very busy there.. Again, what do you seek here?" Calendras said impatiently.

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Bhoriane, Docks

"Hmm... Mmm.... Make sure to report all of your activities to the Direnni army stationed here. This is our city, we want a force of troops as large as yours in check. I don't think there's quite enough room in the docks... Perhaps camping outside the city or staying in your boats would be a better idea? Anyway, I don't think w cna let you transfer the vault contents quite yet, actually. There are always the possibility of stowawas, i don't want anyone bringing news of the transfer out of the city until order is returned. Now, be gone. I have things to do not involving your foolish prattling." Elusmyr snapped.

Elusmyr turned, and walked away in the direction of the Keep. His bodyguards trailing behind him, warily eyeing the Colonel.

@dren, I'll have to post my response to you later on tonight.

IC: Bhoriane Docks
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As Elusymr walked away, Colonel Wirich was left with a sinking feeling that the Direnni would attempt to steal the vault. He only hoped that the Vault's contents were already in transit to the docks. This hope was soon fulfilled, as a breton guard wearing the local equipment ran up to him. The messenger recognized him as a colonel from his helmet, which was decorated with the symbol of his rank.

"Colonel, We packed it up as fast as we could. The entire vault, sitting in those crates over there."

The man gestured to a series of twenty crates, surrounded by Bhoriane guards. The indistinct crates were of various sizes, all unmarked except for a crude drawing of the Military designation for Secret level material. (The military security system going from Basic, Official use only, Secret, High Secret, Top Secret [Need to Know basis], and King.) After seeing them, Wirich rushed over to inspect their contents. After opening one of the larger boxes, he summoned some of his men, and they began loading the crates into the ships. There were enough men at the docks that it would only take a couple of minutes to load every crate.

Bhoriane Docks

Commander Gerigan handed the letter he had recieved from one of Calendras' messengers to Lieutenant Renmus. He scanned the docks for a few seconds and noticed men loading crates into a ship. "There!" he snapped. "Renmus, get reinforcements

Gerigan and eight other soldiers ran forward down the docks, their chainmail clinking loudly. Panting, Gerigan arrived and declared "Halt! Unless you have documents declaring your exemption, you cannot transport goods out of the city. Please, cease and back away from the goods or you will be arrested. Please surrender all cargo for inspection., or remove it"

Gerigan had his orders if the men resisted. He just hoped Renmus came soon, they were badly outnumbered.

Colonel Wirich noticed the shouting chain mail clad men, and approached them. His steps were heavy, and his plate mail clanked quite loudly as he walked across the stone walkways.

"This cargo is the personal property of the King of Wayrest, and will be transported to Wayrest regardless of Direnni views on the matter. If you have a complaint, take it to the diplomats."

As colonel Wirich spoke, several light infantry men began to surround them, concentrating their forces behind Colonel Wirich. Their hands were on their swords, and their chainmail shimmered in the sunlight.

Meanwhile, the men loading the crates continued their work, and were already loading the last five crates by the time the infantry took notice of the confrontation between Wirich and the Direnni.

Gerigan grew more confident as the reinforcements arrived around him, cleverly circling around the Wayrestians.

"Sir, you have no proof or documents stating you represent Wayrest or are exempt from Direnni law." He turned to the troops. "Seize the crates, take them to the keep for inspection. Arrest this man if he resists." He stated in a monotone voice.

The guards moved off towards the crates, lead by Renmus. Three of the soldiers Gerigan had brought walked up to the Wayrestian. "Lay down your arms and stand aside." They said.

The soldiers walked up to the crates, and roughly pushed the men around them away.

As the men transporting the crates were pushed away, over one hundred light infantry surrounded the Direnni guards. They were equipped with chainmail, swords, and shields. Most of the crates were already inside the ships, so the Direnni guards only interrupted the transport of five crates. Never the less, Wayrest troops disembarked from their ships to surround the interfering guards, and archers on the ships readied their bows.

Colonel Wirich smirked as his troops surrounded the enemy reinforcements.

"Let me be clear about one thing. There are four thousand soldiers here, and most of the Bhoriane guards would not fight agianst the Army of King Charles. Make your choice. Stand down or die for interfering. You will not interfere with the transfer of this cargo."

Colonel Wirich drew his sword, and at the sound all of the Wayrestian light infantry drew their swords as well.