Post by The Smith on May 4, 2008 19:34:41 GMT -5
Volyoso Imranis sat and waited in the shade of the palm near the small pool of water. Vaes Dorthrak was hot all year round, but in the middle of summer it grew especially warm. But Volyoso was here on important business and knew it would be foolish to show any level of weakness. If the men he was to meet could tolerate the pain, so could he.
Volyoso had been glad to receive this assignment from the King. He had been chafing under his father’s roof, his father who had always been looking for him to marry and settle down, to get the dreams of going somewhere and doing something out of his head. He had been eager to join the Isles ranks of diplomats, and, according to his teachers, he had been an excellent pupil. Yet still, when he returned home, his father wanted him to remain and home and live his life on a fishing boat. He would have nothing of it.
So he had been eager to accept a chance to visit the Dothraki, whom he had heard so many tales about. Their Great War steeds, and the braids made of the flesh of men they slew. It all fascinated him. The city had been…less, than he had expected, but it still showed their culture off at an extreme level.
So here he sat, waiting, waiting to speak to the three men who could make his lords campaign a simple one or who could make it a difficult one. Khal Drogba, Khal Brogo, and Khal Durgo, they had all agreed to meet with him about a possible alliance.
The three men entered, each with a translator. Drogba with a great series of braids, clutching a spear made of some strange materiel. Brogo was much the same, yet wielded a hand axe and had dark war paint beneath his eyes. Durgo was simpler, yet still had long braids of an experienced leader. Volyoso met each man's eyes and then began to speak. “Khals, each of you has at your command vast armies. Lord Drogba, you have over twenty thousand men at your command, each loyal to you, each willing to die for you. Lord Brogo, you wield a smaller force of merely ten thousand, but they are known to be the most efficient warrior force in the land. And you, lord Durgo, have a force of fifteen thousand capable warriors. What my Lord and King wish is that of a military partnership, you will not have to cross the sea, but merely, when we begin our military endeavors against the Harpy kingdoms, we wish your support. You will get to keep any spoils your men acquire, and I am certain my lords could work out an agreement on division of conquered lands.”
And so began nearly two weeks of negotiations, at the end of which two of the Khals agreed to lend their forces to war with the Harpies, when the time came.
Results: Khal’s Drogba and Durgo agree to pledge their forces to the Summer Isles.
Volyoso had been glad to receive this assignment from the King. He had been chafing under his father’s roof, his father who had always been looking for him to marry and settle down, to get the dreams of going somewhere and doing something out of his head. He had been eager to join the Isles ranks of diplomats, and, according to his teachers, he had been an excellent pupil. Yet still, when he returned home, his father wanted him to remain and home and live his life on a fishing boat. He would have nothing of it.
So he had been eager to accept a chance to visit the Dothraki, whom he had heard so many tales about. Their Great War steeds, and the braids made of the flesh of men they slew. It all fascinated him. The city had been…less, than he had expected, but it still showed their culture off at an extreme level.
So here he sat, waiting, waiting to speak to the three men who could make his lords campaign a simple one or who could make it a difficult one. Khal Drogba, Khal Brogo, and Khal Durgo, they had all agreed to meet with him about a possible alliance.
The three men entered, each with a translator. Drogba with a great series of braids, clutching a spear made of some strange materiel. Brogo was much the same, yet wielded a hand axe and had dark war paint beneath his eyes. Durgo was simpler, yet still had long braids of an experienced leader. Volyoso met each man's eyes and then began to speak. “Khals, each of you has at your command vast armies. Lord Drogba, you have over twenty thousand men at your command, each loyal to you, each willing to die for you. Lord Brogo, you wield a smaller force of merely ten thousand, but they are known to be the most efficient warrior force in the land. And you, lord Durgo, have a force of fifteen thousand capable warriors. What my Lord and King wish is that of a military partnership, you will not have to cross the sea, but merely, when we begin our military endeavors against the Harpy kingdoms, we wish your support. You will get to keep any spoils your men acquire, and I am certain my lords could work out an agreement on division of conquered lands.”
And so began nearly two weeks of negotiations, at the end of which two of the Khals agreed to lend their forces to war with the Harpies, when the time came.
Results: Khal’s Drogba and Durgo agree to pledge their forces to the Summer Isles.