Bone Chilling|Malagard, Khelek
May 6, 2006 0:47:52 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on May 6, 2006 0:47:52 GMT -5
Looking haggard and ragged, a small band of people move through Khelek towards the crystalline dome that marks the home of Jokull, Leader of Khelek and the Icey Ones. Despite their appearance, none dare draw near them - many flee in dread and fear. The Clear army pays them no notice. They are hungry, tired, and above all, desperate. After the painful loss of nearly half their ranks in the fight against the Minds, and with the devestating blow of having Thelon snatched from under their noses, the Clear types are in no mood to do anything but command respect.
As they draw near the dome, the stalwart guards begin to close ranks, ready to do what they must to protect their beloved leader.
"Stand aside!" one of the Clear types snarls at the guards. "Call forth Jokull. We wish to parlay." The guards glance at each other uncertain, but eventually send one of their own in to fetch the man. The Clears order their elementals to huddle closer - the last thing they needed was more of their slaves to fall victim to frostbite.
Jokull walks out onto a balcony so that he may look down upon these 'visitors' from some relative safety. The remaining Wind elemental rises up on a current of air, shivering, to act as the mouthpiece for her masters.
"My Mistress and her comrades desire a truce with your people," she announces. Jokull snorts and nearly turns away.
"We want nothing to do with the bastards that seek only to wash themselves in the blood of elementals," Jokull growls. The Wind type holds up a hand to forestall further arguement.
"My Mistress felt you would have this sentiment," she mutters. "And so they wish me to tell you this - the Clears propose that you form an alliance with them. You will supply a handful of your people, nothing more than what you wish to spare. You will keep an ear out amongst the other political leaders. Form an alliance with at least one, and allow us to do the rest. In exchange, you will have complete amnesty from all the Clears and from your neighboring elementals."
"True solitude?" Jokull murmurs, arching an eyebrow. The idea is intriguing, but he remains greatly skeptical. "How do I know that your masters aren't simply looking to capture a new trophy to run rampant with? Perhaps an unwary Ice type, hmm?"
The Wind type's smile is devilish to behold. "After my masters capture a new 'leader' for them to use, they will go after more. After gathering at least one other, you will have your pick of the spoils of war. We will give you more land, humble servants, and riches." The wind type pauses, then adds, "Within a month of having been granted our request. Furthermore, we wish somewhere to rest after our weary journey."
Jokull turns away to glance at the distant horizon. There were murmurs that alliances were being formed, but that suspicions and questions of loyalty were being raised as well. He and his people wanted no part of the war - perhaps the only way to get that wish would mean getting involved now and then pulling out when the heat was on. Yes... That seemed promising.
He looks the Wind type in the eye and gives a little nod. "Agreed."
The wind type smiles in a perfect mimic of her mistress's cruel grin. "Excellent... Partner."
As they draw near the dome, the stalwart guards begin to close ranks, ready to do what they must to protect their beloved leader.
"Stand aside!" one of the Clear types snarls at the guards. "Call forth Jokull. We wish to parlay." The guards glance at each other uncertain, but eventually send one of their own in to fetch the man. The Clears order their elementals to huddle closer - the last thing they needed was more of their slaves to fall victim to frostbite.
Jokull walks out onto a balcony so that he may look down upon these 'visitors' from some relative safety. The remaining Wind elemental rises up on a current of air, shivering, to act as the mouthpiece for her masters.
"My Mistress and her comrades desire a truce with your people," she announces. Jokull snorts and nearly turns away.
"We want nothing to do with the bastards that seek only to wash themselves in the blood of elementals," Jokull growls. The Wind type holds up a hand to forestall further arguement.
"My Mistress felt you would have this sentiment," she mutters. "And so they wish me to tell you this - the Clears propose that you form an alliance with them. You will supply a handful of your people, nothing more than what you wish to spare. You will keep an ear out amongst the other political leaders. Form an alliance with at least one, and allow us to do the rest. In exchange, you will have complete amnesty from all the Clears and from your neighboring elementals."
"True solitude?" Jokull murmurs, arching an eyebrow. The idea is intriguing, but he remains greatly skeptical. "How do I know that your masters aren't simply looking to capture a new trophy to run rampant with? Perhaps an unwary Ice type, hmm?"
The Wind type's smile is devilish to behold. "After my masters capture a new 'leader' for them to use, they will go after more. After gathering at least one other, you will have your pick of the spoils of war. We will give you more land, humble servants, and riches." The wind type pauses, then adds, "Within a month of having been granted our request. Furthermore, we wish somewhere to rest after our weary journey."
Jokull turns away to glance at the distant horizon. There were murmurs that alliances were being formed, but that suspicions and questions of loyalty were being raised as well. He and his people wanted no part of the war - perhaps the only way to get that wish would mean getting involved now and then pulling out when the heat was on. Yes... That seemed promising.
He looks the Wind type in the eye and gives a little nod. "Agreed."
The wind type smiles in a perfect mimic of her mistress's cruel grin. "Excellent... Partner."
