The Grand Architect is looking around at the architecture around the Tayr's palace, though while they're doing so, they're also looking for other leaders to chat with- and perhaps ally with.
Nikorev, ambassador to the Autarch, manages to simultaneously wander and purposefully move in the Grand Architect’s direction. “Forgive me.. but I have never seen your like before. Would it be too much to ask to be introduced?”
The enigmatic orb 'turns' to face them. "You are forgiven." They respond in a happy tone. "I am the Grand Architect of New Gladereach and, soon, the empire of New Mehriketh. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
“A peaceful empire, I hope. The pleasure is shared between us both, I think. I am Nikorev, ambassador to the Autarch of Vonstradt, accomplished diplomat and scholar, and student of the martial discipline.. in a purely recreational sense, I might add.” Nikorev curls their powerful tail around one leg and considers for a moment. “Not to spoil an introduction with too much business, but this gathering is purely political, in my assumption… what can Vonstradt do for New Gladereach, Grand Architect?”
"I hope the empire is a peaceful one as well. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nikorev. As for how we could help each other..." They pause for a second, thinking. "I can think of one thing that would help us both. Much of our trading occurs over water, yes? The Tsaritsa and its myriad branches seem to be how the majority of trade occurs here- though, even the Tsaritsa cannot reach some regions of the world. Therefore, I propose we combine our efforts to create ways of reaching these other regions- roads, bridges, and canals. It would promote trade across the whole region, as well as make said trade easier. What say you?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*also I didn't realize how much sway I have among other people in this thread lol*
*never underestimate how mutch people enjoy being evil*
<Yes! You guys are being evil! Aggrotropica was a perfectly respectable settlement until I said that I had grown to a Metropolis! Now I'm getting ganged up on!>
>:[
*To be fair, you are the furthest ahead and presumably the richest target. Monasteries got pillaged by Vikings because they were full of loot, not because they had a bone to pick with the Christian Church.*
*I think Gonzalo is richest, but platy is furthest ahead, and the biggest target*
<Wdym Gonzalo is richest? Has he been investing in lots of markets or something?>
*gonzo has through some powergaming wizardy i dont understand, manages to make his lower class Opulent, and upper class two levels above Opulent*
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“And had I served you the salted carcass of a scorpion, tail and all? What then?” The crocodilian seems content without food for the time being. “We spice our food extensively - it lacks naturally strong flavours, you see, what with our diet being made up of tubers, rice and.. well, perhaps best to leave our more refined dishes to your imagination. At least until you’ve finished eating. What food are you accustomed do, back in your home?”
“Then I would eat it, tail and all, because what better way do you find out what foods you like and dislike?” He curls his tail around himself, sitting on his haunches. “We eat most of what we can get, and everything off of what we hunt. Reptiles have rather tough meat and are difficult to raise, though the avian population supplies a decent amount of good-tasting food. We try our best to use stews when we can - bone stock and marrow flavoring, with cave lichens for their nutrients, as well as mountain tubers when we can find them. Our livestock, mostly yak, have excellent meat as well, though it’s difficult to raise enough of those to feed everyone. Which is mostly what has led to our expansion as of late. Unfortunately, though, we have.. nearly no spices.”
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They stare at them blankly, blinking a few times before responding. "..right." What comes out is a thickly accented voice, dry as if they haven't spoken in days, weeks maybe. They look down and just stare at the body laying in the snow, not moving at all.
“Do you have a home, friend?” They ask politely.
"I.. can't say." They sigh and make a small gesture, muttering something under their breath while they stare at the leopard. After a moment they turn back to the person. "Would you like to take this..? I can carry it if you need."
“No need. I can carry it myself.” The centurian bends its forelegs to reach, grabbing the carcass and slinging it over its back. “But you are welcome to come back with me. I would hate to leave someone in the snow as you are now.”
They nod silently, returning the dagger to the place within their torso. "I don't have any money, if you're looking for anything from me." They blink. "Or possessions."
Uralll and his interpreter are observing the room from their high vantage, seeing the various rulers milling about
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They nod silently, returning the dagger to the place within their torso. "I don't have any money, if you're looking for anything from me." They blink. "Or possessions."
“Don’t worry. We have no currency here, nor any need to take your possessions.” The centurian says softly. “Why are you out here alone?”
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They nod silently, returning the dagger to the place within their torso. "I don't have any money, if you're looking for anything from me." They blink. "Or possessions."
“Don’t worry. We have no currency here, nor any need to take your possessions.” The centurian says softly. “Why are you out here alone?”
"I lack any directive. I lack any memory. I was made.. and then.." They whince as they rub at their scarred temple, seemingly one of the origins of their circuitry. "I was sent out into the world."
The Grand Architect is looking around at the architecture around the Tayr's palace, though while they're doing so, they're also looking for other leaders to chat with- and perhaps ally with.
Nikorev, ambassador to the Autarch, manages to simultaneously wander and purposefully move in the Grand Architect’s direction. “Forgive me.. but I have never seen your like before. Would it be too much to ask to be introduced?”
The enigmatic orb 'turns' to face them. "You are forgiven." They respond in a happy tone. "I am the Grand Architect of New Gladereach and, soon, the empire of New Mehriketh. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
“A peaceful empire, I hope. The pleasure is shared between us both, I think. I am Nikorev, ambassador to the Autarch of Vonstradt, accomplished diplomat and scholar, and student of the martial discipline.. in a purely recreational sense, I might add.” Nikorev curls their powerful tail around one leg and considers for a moment. “Not to spoil an introduction with too much business, but this gathering is purely political, in my assumption… what can Vonstradt do for New Gladereach, Grand Architect?”
"I hope the empire is a peaceful one as well. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nikorev. As for how we could help each other..." They pause for a second, thinking. "I can think of one thing that would help us both. Much of our trading occurs over water, yes? The Tsaritsa and its myriad branches seem to be how the majority of trade occurs here- though, even the Tsaritsa cannot reach some regions of the world. Therefore, I propose we combine our efforts to create ways of reaching these other regions- roads, bridges, and canals. It would promote trade across the whole region, as well as make said trade easier. What say you?"
“I can find little fault with the proposal.. though my people lack access to metal and workable stone, our skill when it comes to excavation above ground is likely second to none. Autarch willing, Vonstradt will aid your grand project.. particularly canals, with which our experience is extensive. Are these new canals and roads and bridges to be free passage? Moreover… the goods that my people sell are far easier to transport great distance overwater and overland, but the cost of their production is not alleviated by this fact. The materials we need to truly build up our home will become prohibitively expensive to us by nature of our goods becoming cheaper and cheaper by their newfound availability. If we are to have strong and free trade, the Vonstradt feel our livelihoods must be protected from the hand of commerce… though I am sure you are amenable to an arrangement of duties that will allow this to take place?”
They nod silently, returning the dagger to the place within their torso. "I don't have any money, if you're looking for anything from me." They blink. "Or possessions."
“Don’t worry. We have no currency here, nor any need to take your possessions.” The centurian says softly. “Why are you out here alone?”
"I lack any directive. I lack any memory. I was made.. and then.." They whince as they rub at their scarred temple, seemingly one of the origins of their circuitry. "I was sent out into the world."
“Come with me then. We can shelter you until you figure out what you’d like to do.” They pause. “Do you have a name?”
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“And had I served you the salted carcass of a scorpion, tail and all? What then?” The crocodilian seems content without food for the time being. “We spice our food extensively - it lacks naturally strong flavours, you see, what with our diet being made up of tubers, rice and.. well, perhaps best to leave our more refined dishes to your imagination. At least until you’ve finished eating. What food are you accustomed do, back in your home?”
“Then I would eat it, tail and all, because what better way do you find out what foods you like and dislike?” He curls his tail around himself, sitting on his haunches. “We eat most of what we can get, and everything off of what we hunt. Reptiles have rather tough meat and are difficult to raise, though the avian population supplies a decent amount of good-tasting food. We try our best to use stews when we can - bone stock and marrow flavoring, with cave lichens for their nutrients, as well as mountain tubers when we can find them. Our livestock, mostly yak, have excellent meat as well, though it’s difficult to raise enough of those to feed everyone. Which is mostly what has led to our expansion as of late. Unfortunately, though, we have.. nearly no spices.”
“Ah. That would be unwise, for you at least.. the scorpion’s venom takes time to denature after its death, and at the very least you would have an extremely pained abdomen.” The crocodilian sprawls back into their sleeping-niche, sunning themselves. “I am glad you consider reptiles tough. I shall consider it a compliment.. what reptiles do you speak of, that you can raise for food? And do your people struggle for food? Given your size I would have thought you well-fed. Spices.. I am not empowered by the Autarch, but I can informally recommend you travel downriver and ask to speak with the Autarch concerning a matter of commerce. I suspect our peoples could reach an arrangement.”
"I hope the empire is a peaceful one as well. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nikorev. As for how we could help each other..." They pause for a second, thinking. "I can think of one thing that would help us both. Much of our trading occurs over water, yes? The Tsaritsa and its myriad branches seem to be how the majority of trade occurs here- though, even the Tsaritsa cannot reach some regions of the world. Therefore, I propose we combine our efforts to create ways of reaching these other regions- roads, bridges, and canals. It would promote trade across the whole region, as well as make said trade easier. What say you?"
“I can find little fault with the proposal.. though my people lack access to metal and workable stone, our skill when it comes to excavation above ground is likely second to none. Autarch willing, Vonstradt will aid your grand project.. particularly canals, with which our experience is extensive. Are these new canals and roads and bridges to be free passage? Moreover… the goods that my people sell are far easier to transport great distance overwater and overland, but the cost of their production is not alleviated by this fact. The materials we need to truly build up our home will become prohibitively expensive to us by nature of our goods becoming cheaper and cheaper by their newfound availability. If we are to have strong and free trade, the Vonstradt feel our livelihoods must be protected from the hand of commerce… though I am sure you are amenable to an arrangement of duties that will allow this to take place?”
They think for a moment. "Well, the access to workable metal and stone isn't that large an issue- New Gladereach can provide both of those in abundance- free of charge, of course- so long as our collaboration continues. Perhaps to help alleviate the reduction of profits that would come with their newfound availability, we can establish tolls for canal access, and perhaps some of the bridges connected to main roads. A 'convenience fee' of sorts- trade without the canals certainly wouldn't be impossible, it'd just take longer. We could also build gates to collect said tolls and avoid the likelihood of boats getting past without paying. With so much traffic along the Tsaritsa, even a small toll would create quite a profit with time. New Gladereach would only take a small amount of the toll profits- the rest would go to Vonstradt."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Uralll is admiring the architecture of the palace. he speaks to his interpreter in a language none of you can understand
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The Grand Architect is looking around at the architecture around the Tayr's palace, though while they're doing so, they're also looking for other leaders to chat with- and perhaps ally with.
<Now's my chance!>
Bonde walks up to her. "Hello there. How are you?"
They turn to face them, the strange orb seeming absolutely overjoyed. "Oh, hello there! I'm doing absolutely wonderfully! There's so many wonderful people here to talk with! How are you?"
"I could be better, of course. Lots of talk of war... on me. It is truly unfortunate. You seem to be one of the few who actually don't mind me being wealthy." He nods to Arpo.
"I mean, Arpo loves it. He'd probably pick a fight with everyone in this room if he could. I know this is a rather abrupt change in conversation, but might I ask... why are you an orb?"
"I'm terribly sorry you're struggling with that. I truly do hate when people fight. Why can't we all just get along and be happier for it?" They pause for a second. "Oh, sorry about getting carried away there for a second. As for why I am a magical floating sphere of metal... well, that's something of a secret. I wish I could tell you, but- and I mean no offense when I say this- I don't really know you. Who are you?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Grand Architect is looking around at the architecture around the Tayr's palace, though while they're doing so, they're also looking for other leaders to chat with- and perhaps ally with.
<Now's my chance!>
Bonde walks up to her. "Hello there. How are you?"
They turn to face them, the strange orb seeming absolutely overjoyed. "Oh, hello there! I'm doing absolutely wonderfully! There's so many wonderful people here to talk with! How are you?"
"I could be better, of course. Lots of talk of war... on me. It is truly unfortunate. You seem to be one of the few who actually don't mind me being wealthy." He nods to Arpo.
"I mean, Arpo loves it. He'd probably pick a fight with everyone in this room if he could. I know this is a rather abrupt change in conversation, but might I ask... why are you an orb?"
"I'm terribly sorry you're struggling with that. I truly do hate when people fight. Why can't we all just get along and be happier for it?" They pause for a second. "Oh, sorry about getting carried away there for a second. As for why I am a magical floating sphere of metal... well, that's something of a secret. I wish I could tell you, but- and I mean no offense when I say this- I don't really know you. Who are you?"
"That's okay. I try to keep a low profile most of the time. My name's Bonde, one of the ambassadors of the Republic of Aggrotropica. Nice to meet you."
You find the Tayr sitting upon his dais. He is speaking to what appears to be a hushed servant but waves the man away upon seeing your approach.
“Noble Tayr! Is that the correct address? My name is Nikorev, ambassador of the Autarch and world-renowned diplomat and trader, as well as accomplished scholar and student of martial practice.” Their list of accomplishments tumbles out almost too fast to follow. “The Autarch sends its deepest apologies that it could not attend your feast due to something of a logistical impossibility, and sends my humble self in its presence. I am temporarily empowered to speak on the Autarch’s behalf and hope to cultivate friendships and, most importantly, trade, that will last for many years to come.” Nikorev bows formally and then immediately resumes their lackadaisical standing position.
"Please, you can simply call me Tayr." He says with a smile. "And please give my regards to the Autarch. A trade agreement would be most welcome. I have heard you have expanded recently. It was Adelheid you established, yes?"
“Well, friend Tayr, I’m glad you feel as I do. Yes - Adelheid is just founded, after some hard labouring, and we hope it becomes prosperous in the future - and to that end I am happy to discuss arrangements of mutual benefit. To cut to the quick, what is it you are in need of?” Nikorev’s crocodilian face makes them difficult to read, but they sounds genuinely pleased, going by their tone.
He taps the side of his jaw with a ringed finger in thought. "My people are not a mining people. Not yet anyway. So the bounties of the earth are somewhat out of our reach. We also are far from any real body of water... and our land has few trees. Wood and wooden items, metals, jewels, these are all things we would happily trade for. In return, we have a wide variety of dyes, the finest wool you can find, livestock, and a wealth of crops."
“Ah, this presents numerous difficulties. We too lack any large stocks of lumber, and the clay wetlands of my home are very dangerous to even consider mining in. Our goods primarily consist of crops and produce, alcohol, and ornaments of bone.. which I am lead to understand your people value considerably less than mine - and our expertise in boat-building and clay artisanship. But you have also piqued my curiosity? How is it you construct this wondrous hall without wood and metal? Surely your wealth cannot be so great you have simply bought the material you need?”
“I see, that does present some challenges. I believe the alcohol would be appreciated here, but I’m wary of my people appreciating it too greatly. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to spare workers? I have a project in mind but I fear that my people are too superstitious to undergo it. I could provide your people with training and work, and you could provide me with able workers?” He gives a sad sort of smile, “As to your last question, the answer is at great cost. We can build with bricks and use clay, but these old stone buildings are from a time long ago when my people held slightly different beliefs. Any new construction is built at great expense to our people and it has taken its toll on our economy.”
Arriving at the royal court alongside four guards in bronze-and-silver armor, whom remain outside the palace, is the Grand Architect Jeeves- A small, completely smooth bronze orb only the size of an orange, which inexplicably levitates about four feet off the ground as they drift around. They walk through the crowd of castle staff, greeting and thanking all of them with a voice that absolutely radiates warmth and kindness- in fact, even those who have never met them before feel an odd sense of comfort just by being near them. While they're absolutely content to strike up friendly conversation with anyone they meet, they are also keeping a nonexistent eye out for other major powers to befriend.
A noble woman approaches the orb. She has black hair pulled back in a long braid that falls over her shoulder. She wears a rich brown gown patterned with silver details and her arms are covered in silver bangles. She bows as she approaches you and says, "You are the Grand Architect Jeeves, are you not? I am Tsazona Bajir, head of the Bajir House. I'm delighted to have the chance to meet you." She seems to be a very serious woman, not one for careless talk or wasted time.
The orb lowers slightly in its hovering height for a moment- the closest approximation to bowing slightly it can make. "Indeed I am! I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well, Ms. Bajir." They respond with all the merriment and warmth in the world in their voice, which seems to be their normal tone of speaking.
"I have read your Book of Bronze and find it to be very fascinating, though that is not what I wish to speak on. Rather, it is your mining industry. I'm not mistaken in my understanding that your people dig deep tunnels into the earth?"
"No, you're not mistaken in the least. The Gladestone Mountains have an abundance of metals and other useful minerals like salt and marble, which we work to collect- some for our own use, some for trade." It explains, almost sounding a little... wistful? "At the moment, though, we haven't had many we're able to trade with. Why do you ask?"
“Trade isn’t of concern to me, it’s training. I have reason to believe that our land has a bounty of valuable resources beneath its soils. Unfortunately, it is against Hoebite tradition to go underground. Our people believe that when you die the Buzzard-Angels bear your soul into the heavens and so we do not bury our dead for that would prevent their souls from entering paradise. This gives them a fear of the underground and it is keeping our country from growing economically and in its access to important resources. Our economy has been destroyed by the need to purchase all our metals and stones from other countries. I would most appreciate it if we were able to come to an agreement that involved us gaining the resources in training needed to begin our own mining operations.”
You are greeted by an army of servants, all dressed in fine, white robes and red turbans. They escort you, along with a troop of armored guards into the courtroom of the castle. There they announce you, your entourage, your city, your kingdom, and all your titles to the gathered nobles. All along the sides of the room are low tables that barely come up to your knees which are heavily laden with platters of brown rice and lamb meat, roasted goat, simmering soups, and dumplings flavored with exotic spices. Almost everything hear leaves a spicy taint on your tongue. Steaming pots of tea are ever present, as soon as one begins to lose its steam it is instantly replaced by a servant whose entire duty is to handle the boiling of the tea water.
Thick carpets covered in fantastic designs of soldiers slaying lions, Bisonboar hunts, raging elephants, dancing women, blooming flowers, twisting vines, and elegant birds cover certain sections of the floor, but there is not a single chair in the entire hall. Behind the carpeted dais is a detailed mosaic of an amalgamation of hands grasping arms grasping hands grasping arms with fingers intertwined in complex patterns.
The Tayr himself wades through the crowd, towering over almost anyone he passes by. His long black hair flows down his back and a short golden crown-band is bound around his forehead. He wears a maroon robe hemmed in gold and patterned with golden stars. Each newcomer is introduced to him personally and he thanks each guest for coming.
<Heh heh, missed this.>
Arpo, of course, walks right up to the Tayr and demands, "Where are the chairs?"
Prompting Bonde to immediately cut him off, saying, "Pardon my... acquaintance. He is a very straightforward man."
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Several of the other nobles look at your from where they are seated on the ground with disgust.
The Tayr smiles at you with such a friendly grin it must be fake. “My people rarely use chairs. We have such soft and comfortable rugs that we have no need for anything else. It also saves wood which is a valuable resource in our scrub desert.”
on a logistical level, you always knew Uralll was bigger than a normal giant of his age, but amongst human-sized architecture and amenities, he truly is.... well, enormous. he and his interpreter walk up to the Tayr, drop their arms to the sides and turn their palms out. Uralll speaks to the interpreter.
The Tayr is unnaturally tall himself, standing around nine feet in height, though he is dwarfed compared to you. "I'm glad my messenger reached your kingdom so far to the north. It must have been quite the journey to come all the way down here."
You are greeted by an army of servants, all dressed in fine, white robes and red turbans. They escort you, along with a troop of armored guards into the courtroom of the castle. There they announce you, your entourage, your city, your kingdom, and all your titles to the gathered nobles. All along the sides of the room are low tables that barely come up to your knees which are heavily laden with platters of brown rice and lamb meat, roasted goat, simmering soups, and dumplings flavored with exotic spices. Almost everything hear leaves a spicy taint on your tongue. Steaming pots of tea are ever present, as soon as one begins to lose its steam it is instantly replaced by a servant whose entire duty is to handle the boiling of the tea water.
Thick carpets covered in fantastic designs of soldiers slaying lions, Bisonboar hunts, raging elephants, dancing women, blooming flowers, twisting vines, and elegant birds cover certain sections of the floor, but there is not a single chair in the entire hall. Behind the carpeted dais is a detailed mosaic of an amalgamation of hands grasping arms grasping hands grasping arms with fingers intertwined in complex patterns.
The Tayr himself wades through the crowd, towering over almost anyone he passes by. His long black hair flows down his back and a short golden crown-band is bound around his forehead. He wears a maroon robe hemmed in gold and patterned with golden stars. Each newcomer is introduced to him personally and he thanks each guest for coming.
<Heh heh, missed this.>
Arpo, of course, walks right up to the Tayr and demands, "Where are the chairs?"
Prompting Bonde to immediately cut him off, saying, "Pardon my... acquaintance. He is a very straightforward man."
<blp>
Several of the other nobles look at your from where they are seated on the ground with disgust.
The Tayr smiles at you with such a friendly grin it must be fake. “My people rarely use chairs. We have such soft and comfortable rugs that we have no need for anything else. It also saves wood which is a valuable resource in our scrub desert.”
"What? You ran out of wo-"
Bonde smacks Arpo upside the head, silencing him.
"As I said, please excuse my fellow ambassador. When we held the election for representatives, I was elected to manage the agrarian side of our society, and Arpo was elected for the warfare side. If you wish, we could enter a trade deal, perhaps even an alliance? We have many great farms that grow food and wood alike, although they are being used for other purposes currently. We could supply you with wood, although I see you are doing well even without it."
"I hope the empire is a peaceful one as well. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nikorev. As for how we could help each other..." They pause for a second, thinking. "I can think of one thing that would help us both. Much of our trading occurs over water, yes? The Tsaritsa and its myriad branches seem to be how the majority of trade occurs here- though, even the Tsaritsa cannot reach some regions of the world. Therefore, I propose we combine our efforts to create ways of reaching these other regions- roads, bridges, and canals. It would promote trade across the whole region, as well as make said trade easier. What say you?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*gonzo has through some powergaming wizardy i dont understand, manages to make his lower class Opulent, and upper class two levels above Opulent*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Then I would eat it, tail and all, because what better way do you find out what foods you like and dislike?” He curls his tail around himself, sitting on his haunches. “We eat most of what we can get, and everything off of what we hunt. Reptiles have rather tough meat and are difficult to raise, though the avian population supplies a decent amount of good-tasting food. We try our best to use stews when we can - bone stock and marrow flavoring, with cave lichens for their nutrients, as well as mountain tubers when we can find them. Our livestock, mostly yak, have excellent meat as well, though it’s difficult to raise enough of those to feed everyone. Which is mostly what has led to our expansion as of late. Unfortunately, though, we have.. nearly no spices.”
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They nod silently, returning the dagger to the place within their torso. "I don't have any money, if you're looking for anything from me." They blink. "Or possessions."
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Uralll and his interpreter are observing the room from their high vantage, seeing the various rulers milling about
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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“Don’t worry. We have no currency here, nor any need to take your possessions.” The centurian says softly. “Why are you out here alone?”
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"I lack any directive. I lack any memory. I was made.. and then.." They whince as they rub at their scarred temple, seemingly one of the origins of their circuitry. "I was sent out into the world."
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“I can find little fault with the proposal.. though my people lack access to metal and workable stone, our skill when it comes to excavation above ground is likely second to none. Autarch willing, Vonstradt will aid your grand project.. particularly canals, with which our experience is extensive. Are these new canals and roads and bridges to be free passage? Moreover… the goods that my people sell are far easier to transport great distance overwater and overland, but the cost of their production is not alleviated by this fact. The materials we need to truly build up our home will become prohibitively expensive to us by nature of our goods becoming cheaper and cheaper by their newfound availability. If we are to have strong and free trade, the Vonstradt feel our livelihoods must be protected from the hand of commerce… though I am sure you are amenable to an arrangement of duties that will allow this to take place?”
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“Come with me then. We can shelter you until you figure out what you’d like to do.” They pause. “Do you have a name?”
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“Ah. That would be unwise, for you at least.. the scorpion’s venom takes time to denature after its death, and at the very least you would have an extremely pained abdomen.” The crocodilian sprawls back into their sleeping-niche, sunning themselves. “I am glad you consider reptiles tough. I shall consider it a compliment.. what reptiles do you speak of, that you can raise for food? And do your people struggle for food? Given your size I would have thought you well-fed. Spices.. I am not empowered by the Autarch, but I can informally recommend you travel downriver and ask to speak with the Autarch concerning a matter of commerce. I suspect our peoples could reach an arrangement.”
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They think for a moment. "Well, the access to workable metal and stone isn't that large an issue- New Gladereach can provide both of those in abundance- free of charge, of course- so long as our collaboration continues. Perhaps to help alleviate the reduction of profits that would come with their newfound availability, we can establish tolls for canal access, and perhaps some of the bridges connected to main roads. A 'convenience fee' of sorts- trade without the canals certainly wouldn't be impossible, it'd just take longer. We could also build gates to collect said tolls and avoid the likelihood of boats getting past without paying. With so much traffic along the Tsaritsa, even a small toll would create quite a profit with time. New Gladereach would only take a small amount of the toll profits- the rest would go to Vonstradt."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
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"I'm terribly sorry you're struggling with that. I truly do hate when people fight. Why can't we all just get along and be happier for it?" They pause for a second. "Oh, sorry about getting carried away there for a second. As for why I am a magical floating sphere of metal... well, that's something of a secret. I wish I could tell you, but- and I mean no offense when I say this- I don't really know you. Who are you?"
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"That's okay. I try to keep a low profile most of the time. My name's Bonde, one of the ambassadors of the Republic of Aggrotropica. Nice to meet you."
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“I see, that does present some challenges. I believe the alcohol would be appreciated here, but I’m wary of my people appreciating it too greatly. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to spare workers? I have a project in mind but I fear that my people are too superstitious to undergo it. I could provide your people with training and work, and you could provide me with able workers?” He gives a sad sort of smile, “As to your last question, the answer is at great cost. We can build with bricks and use clay, but these old stone buildings are from a time long ago when my people held slightly different beliefs. Any new construction is built at great expense to our people and it has taken its toll on our economy.”
“Trade isn’t of concern to me, it’s training. I have reason to believe that our land has a bounty of valuable resources beneath its soils. Unfortunately, it is against Hoebite tradition to go underground. Our people believe that when you die the Buzzard-Angels bear your soul into the heavens and so we do not bury our dead for that would prevent their souls from entering paradise. This gives them a fear of the underground and it is keeping our country from growing economically and in its access to important resources. Our economy has been destroyed by the need to purchase all our metals and stones from other countries. I would most appreciate it if we were able to come to an agreement that involved us gaining the resources in training needed to begin our own mining operations.”
Several of the other nobles look at your from where they are seated on the ground with disgust.
The Tayr smiles at you with such a friendly grin it must be fake. “My people rarely use chairs. We have such soft and comfortable rugs that we have no need for anything else. It also saves wood which is a valuable resource in our scrub desert.”
“Tell me, I have heard reports that your land is built upon a sea of ice and that the sky alights with flame each night. Is this true?”
"What? You ran out of wo-"
Bonde smacks Arpo upside the head, silencing him.
"As I said, please excuse my fellow ambassador. When we held the election for representatives, I was elected to manage the agrarian side of our society, and Arpo was elected for the warfare side. If you wish, we could enter a trade deal, perhaps even an alliance? We have many great farms that grow food and wood alike, although they are being used for other purposes currently. We could supply you with wood, although I see you are doing well even without it."
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