Expansion|Clan Pyre | Naurorod

[Northen Light36]

Accompanied by eight of her best warriors, although naturally not Damien, and two scouts, Tres rides towards the grounds of Clan Pyre. While she'd have rathered not take such a large group with her, Tres has to acknowledge it's better to be safe then sorry. One never knows how an elderless clan might behave.

Tres frowns as she thinks of the ill-fated Pyre Elder, her gaze drifting towards his final resting place, the Naurorod volcano. "The poor man," she murmurs. "Who'd have thought he'd become so stressed?" Sighing, she jerks her attention back to the here and now.

Pyre needs an Elder and Fira needs more territory to continue to grow. It's time to solve both problems, preferably without bloodshed.

[Kender Bard]

Charanth was making his way to Pyre as well, with a greater show of force however. He didn't want any deaths on his hands, but he was fully expecting a confrontation with Pyre's citizens, and brought twenty of his warriors with him; a bit overkill, but then, who knows? Maybe not. He certainly had men to spare and they were all eager for action.

One of the keen sighted riders at his side glanced over at him and reported, "A troup of soldiers up ahead. But..." he looked puzzled. "I-I think that one of them is Elder Tres."

"What?!" Charanth stared at the man, then back at the horizon. His eyesight was not so good, but... "Come on, men, let's look and see what we have here." Taking five to serve as a guard, he rode ahead to see if his fellow clansmen's sight was true.

[Northen Light36]

Tres pulls up her horse in surprise when one of her scouts report that Elder Charanth is approaching then frowns and orders all but three of her people to stay back. Riding forward to meet the other Elder, Tres nods a greeting to him. "Hello Charanth," she says with a wary smile. "What brings you so far from Char?"

[Kender Bard]

"I'm beginning to think the same thing you are," Charanth chuckled, slouching in his seat a little with a smirk. "Don't tell me you've come here to take Pyre for Fira." He gestured back at his men. "Because that's what we're here for."

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Tres smirked back, her eyes bright with amusement. "Well thank you Charanth, but really, we can take Pyre without your help," she replied. "But I do appeciate the thought and I'm sorry you and your men have had to ride out here for no reason."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth frowned and sat back up. "Look, the battlefield is no place to be cute, so let us get down to business. I think we can come to an agreement that benefits us both without a single wound being made to either of our sides from one another."

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"This isn't a battlefield at the moment," Tres can't resist pointing out. "But I'm listening. What did you have in mind, Charanth?"

[Kender Bard]

Charanth gestured towards Pyre. "Let us simply split the land in half. Seems simple to me. You take half the people, half the resources, and we take half the people and half the resources."

[Northen Light36]

Tres frowns, considering that. She'd like more then half, what with the growing population of her clan, but she wants this settled with as little bloodshed as possible. "You already have more then we do, Charanth," she points out. "And I've got children to feed. How about you take half the people and a third of the resources and Fira will take the rest?"

[Kender Bard]

Charanth gives a little snort. "You have all of Sensatia to help you feed them" he says wryly. "And we have more people than you do. If anything I'd be happy to give you more of the people in exchange for more of the land. But somehow I doubt that's what you want, so if I were you, I would take the offer since as I said..." His eyes glint as he smirks. "We do have more people."

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Tres frowns, not willing to be pushed around so easily. "Perhaps," she replies coolly. "But as you said, we do have Sensatia. Your people won't be much use to you mindless." She meets Charanth's eyes to let him know she's deadly serious with the threat. "I'll accept your offer, Charanth. But only because I have enough respect for Damien not to start a clan war over this..."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth's cool demeanor melts away in a sudden rush of Fiery passion. His voice low, he growls, "If that is the only reason that you accept, then I feel very sorry for your clan, since this is such a small thing to throw lives away over. I came here with the intent of keeping as many people safe as possible. I offer to you a share of land that I would offer an equal, and this is how you repay me?" His grip on the reins tighten. "I will not forget this Tres. Let us take our bounties and leave."

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Tres glares at Charanth, her own temper flaring. "And it is a small thing to threaten my clan over, Charanth, but you did," she replies. "Fira may be smaller then Char, but I promise you, we will not lie down for you to walk over."

[Kender Bard]

Charanth makes a noncomittal noise as he rides off to rejoin his people, his retinue following in grim silence.

"That could have gone better," Charanth muttered. The scout to his right shrugged.

"Nobody should press Clan Char without expecting consequences," the scout said simply. "We are the superior of the Fire people. Your offer was fair."

"Maybe," Charanth agreed. "But I don't want a squabble to cause the deaths of others. We will have to find a way to rectify this situation without losing face."

"Maybe Elder Mal has some suggestions."

Charanth nodded. He'd consult his friend, and his family, when he got home.

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[Northen Light36]

"Arrogant, prissy little..." Tres hisses as she returns to her own people.

Once they've staked their claim on their share of Pyre's people and land, Tres rides for home, her own mind ticking over plans to defend theirselves from Char.

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