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Post by Kalor on Dec 18, 2007 15:51:29 GMT -5
"We must aid the Allied powers in their war with the Demons!" shouted Vice Chairwoman Ceel
"We have only inconclusive reports of these demons armies, and Sir Morvain as not reported on the Dwarves. Something is not right over their. We have to many internal problems right now to be trying to fight in a world war. We just staved off a bloody siege on Capital City for Palador's sake." Jaymes Brand, War Minister and leader of Kalor's armies said.
"What about the Twelve? Could not they aid the allies.?" Chairman Delos asked.
"Ian, the Twelve are a vital piece of our defense, and Gulio is still not back from tracking that creature...Lady Strongarm, do you have something to add?"
The Councilor of the Interior nodded, "Our economy cannot support a war right now. We are just too weak. If the other nations can provide food and currency then maybe it could. We are just to weak."
The Chairman nodded, "Then it is settled, unless we are approached by another nation with proof of a Demon army, Kalor will remain neutral."
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Dec 18, 2007 17:42:57 GMT -5
Ironically, a Cereashian messenger arrived at the gates to Capital City, wearing basic Cereashian armor. He carried a large bag slung over his shoulder. He walked with purpose. He ignored the looks of the people on the streets. He marched past them all straight up to the keep. He approached a guard. "I need to speak to who ever is in charge." he said with a very slight, very stiff bow.
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Post by Kalor on Dec 20, 2007 0:25:13 GMT -5
The guard, a former Outrider, looked bored as be picked a beetle off his worn leather armor. "I'll need teh see some sort 'o 'denification, announcing your d'plomatic position and/or other offical paperwork, gud suh." He said in a rough borderlands accent. He cracked his neck indifferently. "If ya canna provide this, there is an offical form ya can fill out in the Forgein Offairs Offices ovder yonder." He waved lazily over to a short squat building just across the avenue.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Dec 20, 2007 17:14:50 GMT -5
The messenger pulled a scroll from its cylindrical case that hung from his belt and handed it to the guard. It read:
The bearer of this scroll is a messenger of the High Council of Cornar. He has been instructed to request Kalor's assistance in a matter of great urgency. The High Council requests the bearer of this note be brought before the rulers of Kalor immediately to relay his message.
The scroll was sighed by all five members of the High Council.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 1, 2008 23:47:25 GMT -5
"Eh, checks out." The guard said scratching his head. "The Council es in session, I'll 'ave the cham'erlain take you to 'em."
A tall scrawny, but well dressed man bowed to the messenger, "This way, Mi'lord." Entering the keep, still going under repairs from the Occupation, they went up a number of flights of stairs, skirted a few piles of rubbled before entering the Throne Room. The Council was seated at the base of the Royal Dais at a circular table.
"May I present the Honorable Ambassador from Cornar!" the chamberlain announced. The startled council members stood, Marshall Brand beckon the messenger to come. "Come, tell us your message good sir!"
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 2, 2008 0:03:26 GMT -5
The messenger bowed low. "Good Councilors of Kalor, I bear grave news. The Demon prince, Balthazan, has escaped his prison and seeks once again to destroy all life in Gorgraz and then the lands beyond the seas. The High Council of Cornar sent me to request your aid in the coming war. There are several nations sending their armies to fight back the coming darkness, but the Council fears that will not be enough."
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Post by Kalor on Jan 2, 2008 12:11:46 GMT -5
The Council Chair sighed. "We need PROOF, definitive absolute proof. Not mere requests. You saw the city, the people are barely scratching a living off rocks! The governments can't even pay its soldiers. Now, do you have proof or not?"
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 2, 2008 13:08:35 GMT -5
The messenger nodded slowly. He placed the bag on the floor before him and opened it. From it he pulled a demon corpse of the smaller four legged variety. "I had to kill nearly a hundred of these on my journey here."
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Post by Kalor on Jan 6, 2008 0:50:29 GMT -5
The Council member's faces, betrayed no emotion. "Will the allied powers support us economically?" Chairman Delos said evenly
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 6, 2008 18:50:11 GMT -5
The messanger's face turned into a frown. "The world sits on the point of a sword and they want to quibble over gold?" he thought. He nearly turned to leave but stopped himself. This went beyond himself and those in the room with him. "You will be supported." he said.
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Post by Kalor on Jan 7, 2008 0:24:15 GMT -5
Jaymes stood from the table, and stormed over to messenger, even with his considerable limp the leader of the Twelve the First Paladin was a fierce sight. His eyes blazing he looked up at the emissary. "What you fail to see is that without a stable economy, the nations collapses...what do you think would happen if Kalor fell?" He snorted. "No you didn't think of that, get of my sight, I will prepare Kalor's armies."
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 8, 2008 18:21:00 GMT -5
The messenger gave a slight, stiff bow, thrown slightly off guard by the Kalorian's sudden appraoch and outburst. The people of Gorgraz had lived well before the realm of men had risen up against their orc masters. Though to lose one of the Great Powers would be a large impact on the other governments. The messenger removed a large, tube-like case from his belt. "This map marks the place where the armies are gathering. If you have no more questions or no replies, I will take my leave."
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Post by Kalor on Jan 8, 2008 19:31:42 GMT -5
Jaymes sighed as the messenger left. "I have much to do." He said as he limped away.
A few days later the entire nation was hub of activity as fathers and sons prepared to leave farms and shops in the hands of their wives and sisters. The sound of the grind wheel filled cities and villages creating an odd symphony as it combined with the beating of armor, the braying of horses and the hub-hub of the local militia gathering. The army would be ready soon.
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Post by Jonok Coldfury on Jan 9, 2008 23:25:20 GMT -5
The messenger left the keep and paused for a moment to take in all the sights and sounds. The sky above was almost completely clear. To see blue sky above was comforting because further east the sky was black. The messenger sighed as he set his feet to the line and started the long trek to the rally point. His pack felt lighter, of course this was simply because he had relieved himself of the demon corpse. Many of the faces he passed as he was leaving the capital wore looks of tiredness, almost hopelessness, but he could tell it was only skin deep. He could see that inside these people was a drive to live on. They would not give in, not for anything.
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