THE FIRST ALLIANCE CONFERENCE

[Narthok 10416]

THE FIRST ALLIANCE CONFERENCE

Occurring at Haelun’or Luxury Ski Resort

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[YOU MAY COMMENT ON THIS THREAD IF YOU HAVE OFFICER RANK IN THE AIS DISCORD OR IF YOU RP MISTER MUFFINS THE BUTLER]

 

The fires of the High Elven Luxury Ski lodge crackle warmly as the various signatories of the AIS enter the chalet surrounded by their respective entourages of officers, attendants, attractive women (all the signatories are chads) and ski pole bearers. Above the roaring fire place a large chalkboard is inscribed with a number of agenda items that the signatories are to discuss. It bears the following.

 

Pressing Matters

I.Siege of Reza

II. Siege of Curon

III. Acquiring more Haelun’orian wine?

IV. Haenseni some kind of weird human subrace?

V. The Helenite Question

VI. War Conduct

 

The chalet would be filled with succulent meats and a variety of regional wines, spirits and beers provided by each attended. Despite the depths of winter the High elves had managed to procure a large swathe of fresh ripe fruits which had been artfully arrayed on large platters and skewers. The delegations from each nation of the Alliance would be milling about, with some of the more boisterous humans shooting the high elven waitresses the occasional wink.

 

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Narthok RPING ?

 

Godric would stride in from the cold, flanked by two buxom Norlandic women, each equipped with a fabulous smile and looks of worship and adoration for the dear leader. He would be clad in an almost excessively luxurious fur coat, his custom dwarven crafted ski goggles fashionably perched upon his brown as he’d lavishly enter the room. A parade of nobles, military officials, priests and a very poshly dressed Kharajyr enter after him as he’d peruse the room, his intense powerful unrivalled high energy gaze seeking out a long time friend of his. On the other side of the room he’d spot his quarry. A fashionably dressed High Elf entertaining a number of High Elven vixens. Godric would nod recognizing a fellow high testosterone alpha male as he’d cross the room. With a curt bow breaking into a broad smile Godric would warmly embrace the elf before motioning the Kharajyr forward. 

 

“Ah Dimae it has been many years since last we spoke face to face, I have come to address the most pressing business of the night” he’d say as he’d gesture broadly to the massive ironbound chest born by the Kharajyr. “It is important to settle affairs, I must communicate my most sincere condolences, I have had many members of my family die or abandon us in the recent years. Here you’ll find fifteen thousand mina, an additional weregild above what you asked, as we could not satisfy all of your conditions”

 

END OF NARTHOK’s OPENING RP ?

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**** it you all have stupid forum names im just pinging the discord you virgins

 

[shortchangehero 4217]

The young Count of Darrowmere, whom is eleven years of age, walks into the conference followed by his friends Ser Loras of Lorraine and Grand Knight Dima the Rabbit. The boy would take his seat, refusing any drink or food offered to him by the Norlandic servants. Throughout most of the dialogue the Count would remain silent, speaking only when spoken to and allowing his knights free speech throughout the conversation.

 

“My apologies for Lorraine’s misdeeds towards your kin, and condolences for any high elf lives lost during the Kaedreni raid on your capital. They will be avenged, I will see so myself,” the boy stated towards high elven leadership.

[Crevel 7557]

The Very Poshly-Dressed Kharajyr stands by the luxurious chad, Godric, observing the rooms that they walk through. Admiring the High Elven architecture and the abundance of muscly men that adorn the colours of the AIS signatories; although in a purely heterosexual way. He would softly nod to the Duke’s words in agreement to the weregild.

“Master, If you accept my addition kindly, I’d too like to present a gift.“

 

Mister Muffins reaches for his tophat that he had only worn for this occasion, taking it off to reveal a Red Velvet Cupcake that had been balancing on a platter on his head. His hand reaches for the platter, resting it nearby for the Sohaer to take the delicious cupcake,

“The red represents the sincerity of Morsgrad, the Red Faith that keeps us honest. The white adjoins the red as the white represents the purity of High Elves. Both are held symbolic to our peoples. Though.. I do also hope this cupcake finds itself as a personal way of gratitude for taking care of the Kharajyr in your realm.“

 

He retreats back next to the chad’s side, once again strategically placing the platter on his head before covering it with the tophat.

[LithiumSedai 5750]

A Waldenian knight of towering stature marched into the hall alongside the Herzog, donning his signature three-quarter fluted black plate, polished to perfection, over his striped, puffy Landsknecht fabrics in the Alstreim hue. A Waldenic knightly torse of interwoven red-and-black decorated his auburn curls with pride, much alike a royal crown; rested upon his brass-lined pauldron lay six pounds of black ferrum in the form of a Landsknecht Zweihänder, the terrifying blade bearing depictions of the Alstreim Blood-Raven. Tugging upon the magnificent beard lining his jaw with a free, plate-clad hand, and after a quick glance towards his cuirass, adorned with the Cross of Pertinax, and the Ferrum Cross of Aesterwald pinned to a crimson sash, the man pressed forward, his gaze now firmly trained ahead in the presence of Norlandic maidens and Elfen enchantresses, eternally faithful to his spouse of pure Waldenic blood.

 

Corwin Freiherr von Alstreim therefore found himself a seat by the conference table, along with a roll of parchment and a fine quill of Haelun’or craftsmanship, intent on delivering his thoughts on the meeting’s agenda in flawless blackletter – to not cause a commotion amidst the ladies with the very sound of his manly, powerful Waldenian voice. Some amidst the Helenan bureaucrats, he’d heard, feared that the Northmen could shout a man apart with the very sound of their voice; to such an idea he allowed himself a hearty chuckle, whistling the Victory March of Metz in a low tone.

 

 

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[Ryloth 4321]

Ri’Haskir is stunned at the appearance of an Ape-Kha’ at Godric’s disposal. ”Whawt daw fuwck?”

[Guzr 2050]

Rex Skalp’Raguk the Uniter chases some elf beta around with his axe, before being convinced by his council to seat himself down. From there, the youthful Rex invites all over to attempt to win him in an arm-wrestling tourney. None could do so, of course, he was the Rex.

When pressed about his opinions about the pressing matters, he would simply loft the inquisitive folk up and use them as darts against the dart board,

“Get skahed, git.” 

[pkdon 2042]

Nehtamo Seregon lounges in his chair,  clearly unamused by the Rex’s actions. He’d then look to those gathered, pressing his hands firmly on the pristine table, crafted by the skilled Haelun’orian carpenters. The wood was the finest, sourced directly from the Silver Forest. He’d stand up from his chair, and proclaim “Those insufferable, dishonourable Kaedrini dogs must be crushed at once.”

 

In regards to the other matters, the Tilruir’tir would provide short, concise answers. 

 

 

I.Siege of Reza – Of course

II. Siege of Curon – Of course

III. Acquiring more Haelun’orian wine? – Of course

IV. Haenseni some kind of weird human subrace? – Perhaps

V. The Helenite Question – The only true Empire I acknowledge, is that of Imperium Renatum. The Line of Cascadia must return.

VI. War Conduct – Even war has a moral high ground, ensure we stay on it. The killing of children is of course not allowed, women should be spared too.

 

[Ankan 2875]

Spoiler

 

 

Sohaer Dimaethor Elervathar rose out of his makeshift throne as he saw the chalet fill with lesser ‘dignitaries’. He towered the tallest in the midst of the group of High Elven officers in their end of the room, and with a broad, faux-smile and his arms extended, he welcomed them. His darkened blue God-Emperor toga had no crinkles or creases, no imperfections and the gems in various pieces of jewelry, as well as in his iconic circlet, were polished to a blinding sheen. He allowed the Ape-Kharajyr to make their approach, gesturing for one out of his group to take the platter.

 

“GODRIC..” The Sohaer begun, taking another step away from the group of Elves behind him, leaving the flank of his wife Maheral Iaria Elervathar. His voice rung loud and clear, cutting through the chatter of the officers present.

 

“The Motherland welcome you again. You know the North and the barren cold already, so I hope you feel at home. It is always a pleasure to receive a friend.. even if the circumstances are less than perfect this time. The Silver State of Haelun’or and the Mali’thill thank you, and accept the compensation as justice. I believe I speak on the behalf of the Elven Tripartite when I say we have restored confidence in both the Alliance as it currently stands, and the future prospects of more cooperation. There has been plenty of questions on how we should proceed with the Alliance, on what terms it should be resigned, if at all. A discussion for us to entertain in a more private setting than this, perhaps, but I wished to air the desire regardless.”

 

The Sohaer let his arms drop to his sides again, and he lifted his chin in brief, theatrical contemplation. He let his blue orbs sweep the room, recognising only a few faces.

 

“Do you suggest we begin with the first pressing issue, good Godric? I understand there can be no War Council without discussion of War, regardless of how much it ruins the mood.”

[Kaelan 1918]

Before the proceedings had begun, High Prince Lyemar Aureon would make his way into the lodge. Following behind the sovereign would be a small entourage of ‘Ame officers and Irrinite council members.

 

A soft sigh escapes him as his emerald gaze pans across those who had already gathered in the halls as he strode forth. In a swift, effortless motion he brushes the layer of snow that dusted the various furs of elk, wolf, and kha that draped over a fine steel chest piece in place of fabrics of green and white. 

 

Sight of the Rex arm wrestling all that approached him would quickly catch Lyemar’s attention and the curious ‘Ame would make his way to the Rex. Perhaps the Rex would not recognize the ‘Ame that seated itself before him, locking hands. The battle of wills would go far better than Lyemar had expected, the pair being about even for several seconds before the ‘Ame would be outmatched by the Uruk’s brute strength. Tragically the back of the ‘Ame’s hand would touch the surface of the table, signalling defeat.

 

Though he bore no shame as he would rise to his feet after being defeated, taking several steps back to return to his kin. It is there he would speak in a hushed tone to the Arvellon that had flanked the High Prince since their arrival. 

 

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@Braxis @MinaGobbler

 

[Narthok 10416]

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The flamboyantly garbed Highlander would nod sombrely, leaning on his cane he’d gesture to one of his aids, the man approaching with a series of complex maps. “The most immediate objective we must pursue is seizing Reza on behalf of Rubern. This should cut off the eastern kingdoms from the western capital and deny the Orenians the majority of their manpower” he’d say gesturing broadly at the map ”Your woodland cousins have done an admirable job reducing the fortifications of that vile city while my own mounted knights have succeeded in choking the roads of all Orenian foot passage” Grunting he’d grasp a few tin figurines from a proffered box laying them across the map, placing a few at Kaedrin and Curon with the majority laying in Haense “With a few more weeks of siege we should be able to sack the city proper, at which point it will be a relatively straight forward matter of rolling up the rest of the petty Kingdoms”

 

”In regards to the post war resigning, I’d like to establish a number of collective agreements regarding warfare, a document acknowledging the legitimate borders of all the realms and such. I feel like this would go a long way to stopping the endless cycle of warfare we’ve been enmeshed in.” He’d say stroking his beard as he’d examine the available map. ”Kaedrin is an entirely irrelevant nation, its army is not worthy of notice, however Curon, while lacking any semblance of an army is far too close to my realm for comfort. Once we have subdued the Haenseni I seek to lay siege to Curon.”

@Ankan

[Sheczar 378]

@Narthok

 

Edward Suffolk, would turn his face to the highlander duke and position his lips in to a smile with great difficulty. “As we have proclaimed countless times, we art ready to undertake the  obligations of subduing the Curonian Crown and for the burden of uniting the people and lands of Suffonia and Curonia under a single crown.” Would abruptly stop speaking and look down as if he was trying to spot something, then continue still looking down, “that is our responsibility and wish of our late friend Wilhelm”

[drfate786 1690]

Alifer Amice whom would be seated somewhere nearby and would state the following to Godric:

 

“If we are to unite the highlander peoples proper, we must ignite the fires of Fatherism in all northern kingdoms. Gone are the days of our faith being hunted and shunned, we must establish temples in every city and those who would deny us this right should be snuffed out. Perhaps the first step to purging the Haensetic plague from our doorstep is establishing the faith within their own lands.”

[sergisala 3451]

@Sheczar @auLune

 

The Duke of Westmark would arrive to the conference, alongside with his liege lord, His Royal Majesty the King of Suffonia, and the Crown Prince of Suffonia. He would then proceed to address the plenary session when his turn came:

 

“My friends, let’s not forget the importance of the Siege of Avalain, especially since the Kingdom of Curonia betrayed us all at the beginning of this war after having signed a Treaty with the Alliance of Independent States. Therefore, and in my opinion, the Kingdom of Suffonia is legitimized enough to conquer the Kingdom of Curonia and annex it to the Crown of Suffonia and rightfully rule over it.

 

God bless Suffonia and God bless King Edward!”

[Narthok 10416]

Godric would nod amicably to the words of the ancient priested ”Indeed goodman it is crucial that we encourage the spread of the faith, history has shown us again and again that the canonist church is little more than a political tool. An organ of Haense more than a divine council of moral authority. Our own Hearth Council has successfully bent the actions of staying Fatherist Kings many times. Perhaps if the church were to condemn the Emperor for his self coronation in the same fashion they condemned the Suffonians then the church would be taken seriously. But for now I must have words with Edmund about the future of this Heartland faith in my realm”

 

He’d then turn, shedding his furred coat from the rising heat of the chalet. Handing it to the waiting Kharajyr butler before nodding at the words of the Suffonians

[squakhawk 14040]

Lucian stood alongside the council, arriving shortly afterward Godric’s retinue. He considered the thoughts of others, looking between one another as he considered their thoughts. He pondered a moment as he thought of his place, something familiar to him from Renatian and Orenian courts. However, The Renault was a changed man. Sturdy past his betrayal, emboldened by his faith in The Father. He rather confidently, with a bead of nervous sweat upon the side of his head, stepped forward to give his thoughts.

”The Nordmen offer excellent ideas, upon religion most certainly.” He began simply, gesturing to Aifer and Godric ”However from my experience in the greatest war of our time, the Siege of Reza should be left as it was intended- a sacking. Rubern has proved an invaluable ally and pressure point upon the snakelike orenian neck. If Rubern would wish to press the claim, it should be within their hands- otherwise, leave it a city but leave it a city without a ounce of gold. The Siege of Curon should rather be a demolishment- the city has been abandoned and empty for some time, and if we are to leave it empty after it’s few inhabitants are put to the sword, it will merely be given to someone who will take it and use it against us. We should either demolish it, or turn it to a fort of a permenant garrison- under rule of a Nordish clan, or the nearby De Alba’s.” The Renault firmly stated, confident with each word that seemed decisive in his thoughts. ”And we need Far more wine, if I may add. My line thoroughly enjoys a splendid red, and I am sure Haelun’or could provide. No amount of wine could save the Haenseni who are likely plagued, a subrace would be odd- though they seem to scurry like rats rather than man at the sight of combat, I believe it must be something they are drinking. However I will amend myself from The Question of The Helenite’s, as I was once just before their city within my county, before I was unrightfully robbed by my then brother and emperor, I would not be best suited to answer the question fairly- the seat of our enemy in my mind lies in the decision in the seat of the men who bring siege to it. And lastly, of Conduct of War, it would be a splendid idea to establish a conduct to prevent something like the Rus’ mercenaries oncemore. And whenever the Haenseni figure out how to spread their brainrot plague, we should make that against the conduct aswell. He finished, though it did not show his confidence caused an inspiration within him. He looked between others as they would give their thoughts, anticipating such.