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Post by Varian Wrynn on Feb 26, 2009 23:14:51 GMT -5
Varian noted the elf twist behind him and his hand twitched reflexively toward his blade. Still, the woman did nothing but stare intently at the Master Ambassadorial and sample another piece of food. Off to the side he also noted his adviser Elritha Sulrin walked into view bearing a flaring golden red skirt. Varian knew she was not overly fond of dressing up so extravagantly but he could not deny that she did so well. Her focus however lay not him but him on the newcomer, the Master Ambassadorial, Narain Sunseer. Indeed, she seemed very intent on the fellow. A bit more then perhaps was necessary in fact?
Varian gave a small chuckle and settled his eyes once again firmly on Narain. The elf was almost upon him. Dressed in shining silver armor and gilded mail, the man was quite a site, and his attire while something Varian might have considered cheap on most lords was obviously well earned by the man.
“Welcome to my humble hall Master Ambassadorial,” called out Varian his arm outstretched, “It is an absolute pleasure to have you with us.
Varian surprised himself by actually meaning those words if not to the grand degree that he spoke them. Everything Elritha had told him of the fellow suggested he was an honorable and noble soldier. He had served with both dignity and pride and paid for it dearly but it was obvious from the man’s expression that he was anything but broken by his harrowing experiences. Indeed, it was a testament to his skill in battle that he had survived what he had with so few a scars as he had, and while it was true skill in battle alone was no enough to endear one to Varian it was enough to impress him.
“If you would please follow me good Ambassadorial,” he nodded toward Elritha, “My adviser and I shall escort you to a private chamber. We have much to discuss and I am sure that you, like I, have no wish to bore this good company here with our work.”
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Post by Narain Sunseer on Feb 27, 2009 21:48:26 GMT -5
“Welcome to my humble hall Master Ambassadorial,” called out Varian his arm outstretched, “It is an absolute pleasure to have you with us.
Narain grabbed the man's hand in a firm grip, and could since the sincerity in the king's voice. Knowing the man's background he felt a great deal of respect for Lord Wynn, this was not some spoiled child form a noble family. Varian had bled for his kingdom, as Narain had for his. Despite that, he felt even more out of place then he looked. The ceremonial armor was the more appropriate thing he could find for the event, and even that was far from it.
All eyes were upon the two leaders, although some stood out more then others. First being the oddly dressed elf woman who appeared to be hiding behind the king and currently had a mouth full of food. Second, was a young human in a flaring skirt that wore it quite well. One that really drew the Ambassadorial's attention appeared at first glance to fit in with the rest of the crowd, a rotund and pale noble man. However, Narain realized this man was leering at him and held an intensity in his eyes that would have suited a warrior more.
“If you would please follow me good Ambassadorial,” Varian nodded toward the young woman in the skirt, “My adviser and I shall escort you to a private chamber. We have much to discuss and I am sure that you, like I, have no wish to bore this good company here with our work.”
"Of course your highness," he replied simply, wondering if the king's true intentions were to get away from the nobles. A motive Narain would not argue against. With a nod, he fell in step behind the king and gave a final look at the nobleman with the intense eyes.
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Post by fairemont on Feb 27, 2009 22:17:26 GMT -5
Fane watched as the royalty and nobility moved off. They weren't really any of her concern and to be honest, she really didn't care. The king seemed nice enough, but he was a king, what point was there talking to someone like him when he'd likely just forget her by the end of the day. In fact, he probably forgot her by now. She sighed as she shoved half a bun into her mouth and leered at a noble who found her offensive.
As the woman sniffed at her and turned away Fane grunted and turned to face the crowds. There really wasn't much to do now. These were all boring people, but regardless, Fane wandered into the group, intent on blending in.
Exuent
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Post by Elitha Sulrin on Feb 28, 2009 16:10:42 GMT -5
Nodding to herself as Varian introduced himself to the Master Ambassadorial, and giving a curtsy when she was mentioned, she followed closely behind as they proceeded toward a more secluded room where they could finally discuss what really came on their minds. Without any disturbance, either.
It was hard not to stare at any of the people watching them intently, and Elitha was certainly feeling the urge to smack some of those looks off their faces. This wasn't the time or the place, though, and she had to keep that in mind. Instead, she simply gave a small smile to anyone who met her eyes with theirs.
Coming out of the great hall with eyes following their tracks like hounds, they continued down the corridors without any pause. It was much quieter, and their footsteps could be heard like thunder breaking the silence. Those smoothed, large square tiles ran ahead of them for quite a distance, with other halls and passageways jutting into it on either side of the decorated walls.
Walking behind the pair of them made her much more comfortable rather than beside them, or even between. They were both respective leaders of the Humans and Elves. But it wasn't being near them made her feel jittery. The cooperation between the two and how well it could be done was very valuable for a time like this. Hopefully they would get along as well as their outfits matched.
"Would this be your first time in the palace of Stormwind, my Lord?" Something to break that creeping silence. "Perhaps you can get a full tour of my king's home later on. If you are interested, that is." Her eyes flickered from one to the other.
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Post by Mathias Shaw on Feb 28, 2009 16:12:18 GMT -5
Mathias nearly sprang into action as the woman made to move behind the King. His legs tensed and he figured, generously, that he could drop the woman before she could draw a weapon. But she didn't. She moved past the King, to another part of the food-laden table, and began to tuck into it with gusto. Mathias tried to unwind, and failed, and he stayed tense, watching the woman intently. He almost failed to notice the 'Guest of Honor', for whom the entire party had been thrown, whether the partiers knew it or not. Narain Sunseer was a regal sort, he supposed, but then, it seemed that all- at this thought he stopped and snuck a grin at the unorthodox female elf -most elves carried themselves with the confidence and haughty arrogance of royalty. Dressed in armor, the man almost might have looked intimidating if not for his slender elven build. Nevertheless, he was no man to be underestimated. Mathias had heard he was no mean hand with the sword, and an adept mage as well.
The Ambassador and the King greeted each other warmly, clasping scarred hands. They shook, and the King motioned the Ambassadorial towards a room in the back, presumably to have a talk of some import. More interestingly, as he leered at the elder elf, the man NOTICED him, whether he knew who he noticed, or not. As the King led the Ambassadorial away, the elf glanced back a final time, locking eyes with him. He glared back, meeting intensity with intensity.
After the VIPs vanished from sight, he turned back to the interesting elven female. He glanced back just in time to catch her attempting to vanish into the crowd. He figured he had nothing better to do, and fell in on her tail. It might be interesting.
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Post by Varian Wrynn on Feb 28, 2009 17:21:06 GMT -5
Varian walked briskly down the white stoned hallway with the elven Ambassadorial and his adviser following close behind him. The hall was quiet, almost too much so, and the booted feet of the two lords clipped loudly against the polished floor. Varian spared a glance at the ageing elf at his side but said nothing.
Elritha walked behind him her slippered feet noiseless. Varian was slightly uncomfortable that his right hand was being shunted to the back as if an unequal, but the narrow hallway, so constructed in order channel enemy troops if the keep was ever again besieged, forced her behind them.
"Would this be your first time in the palace of Stormwind, my Lord?" asked Elritha graciously, “Perhaps you can get a full tour of my king's home later on? If you are interested that is.”
Varian smiled faintly, glad that the monotony of silence had finally been broken. He would have said something himself but then again he wasn’t sure what to say to the strict looking elf nearby. Once again Varian found himself thanking Elritha. He truly would be lost without her.
At that moment they came upon the sturdy double doors of the main diplomatic chamber. Varian was silent as the two royal guards moved quickly to open the chamber doors and he continued in his silence as he stepped inside.
Varian eyed the well accommodated chambers contently. The room’s fireplace had been lit and was burning strong. Three padded chairs sat around a large ornate table atop of which sat a stack of papers and quills and maps. Several book cases helped finish off the room.
Now we get down to the real business, thought Varian with relish.
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Post by Narain Sunseer on Mar 2, 2009 2:01:04 GMT -5
The silence was palpable as the three walked down the long corridor. Varian walked at his side and Elitha behind them, because the two took up the breadth of the hallway. He could sense the King's unease, but at what he wasn't too sure. To his mind, he was just a lowly soldier meeting with the king of all Stormwind. Of course, he had to remember he now represented a great deal of his people in their new home.
Narain had to admire the construction of the keep as they passed through it; simple in its beauty, and functional in its form. Were any force would attempt to take the keep, their losses would be substantial when faced against the narrow walkways.
"Would this be your first time in the palace of Stormwind, my Lord?" asked Elitha behind him, “Perhaps you can get a full tour of my king's home later on? If you are interested that is.”
"I believe I may have to take you up on that offer someday," he replied as he glanced at the walls around him and back at the young advisor.
The chambers had obviously been well prepared for a long meeting, a thought that almost made the ambassadorial visibly cringe. The large stack of papers and trinkets on the table further reinforced the idea that he would be here for awhile. Atleast he would be comfortable he realized as he saw the furnishings and the warm fire.
Narain moved to the remaining chair as the King and his advisor moved to theirs. Unclasping the chain hanging from his belt, Narain put his tome on the table with a much larger sound then he intended. Frowning slightly, he opened the book and scribbled a few notes, and clasped the heavy book shut again. "Ready to begin when you are, your highness," he stated simply as he took his seat.
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Post by Elitha Sulrin on Mar 7, 2009 13:20:08 GMT -5
They sat down leisurely, choosing their rightful chairs, with Elitha sitting in a chair the was a halfway point between the other two who were facing each other. Stretching her arms forward to the decorated table in front of her, she sifted through a number of papers, scrolls, whatever they were. At the same time, she spoke clearly for both Narain and Varian to hear.
"Master Ambassadorial, please accommodate yourself with anything you need. Be it food, drink, anything; it's yours. This may take a moment to sort through, and I feel we have much to discuss, so please don't bore yourself." With that, she added with an equally respectful tone, "and the same to you, your majesty. You know how many papers are here."
She couldn't tell what they were really doing, since her attention was put on her work for a short time. Maybe they discussed lighter things, maybe they ate, or maybe they just sat there. She didn't pay any mind to it all. Finally, though, she had sorted everything in a good order and decided what she was going to say. She felt like a merchant, ready to sell her wares for a profitable outcome.
"Pardon me," she spoke in a calm voice, "but I believe we are ready to begin." Now that they were both prepared, they could start the bargaining. She recounted all of the matters at hand, and how the local and distant lands were faring. The undead plagues, the increased hostilities and mistrust between borders, all of it. The world was definitely not in good shape.
"I suppose you came to Stormwind for aid, Master Ambassadorial." She looked into his eyes, knowing all too well that the Elves were in desperate need. She allowed him to reply before saying, "It's quite understandable. Compared to most of the kingdoms on this continent, we are most likely one of the stabler ones in comparison. The question is what do you want from us? And what will we get in return?" She put the last part in, looking to her king briefly.
Now she had to see how these Elves were going to do business. This Narain Sunseer looked quite knowledgeable of the world from experience and age, but she wondered what his demands were and if they would be reasonable.
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Post by Varian Wrynn on Mar 8, 2009 23:32:03 GMT -5
As Varian took his seat –the one raised slightly higher than all the others- Elitha spoke, "Master Ambassadorial, please accommodate yourself with anything you need. Be it food, drink, anything; it's yours. This may take a moment to sort through, and I feel we have much to discuss, so please don't bore yourself."
She then turned to Varian and said in an equally respectful tone, "And the same to you, your majesty. You know how many papers are here."
Varian nodded taking the cue to spend a moment to exchange more pleasantries with the elf. Varian of course ignored the hint and instead thought about the real business ahead. He knew how much he was willing to offer. He knew the details of what he was willing to offer. What really mattered was what the elf’s demands would be and how much they would be willing to give for it.
He knew the elf would probably start high and work his way down as Varian in turn worked his way up. What mattered was where they met and on who’s ground they met on. It being his land in which they negotiated on gave him a significant advantage but the elf was not devoid of his own cards. There were over ten thousand high elves living in Stormwind many of which were rich not only in experience and lore but in the most traditional sense of the word as well. Many items of value and worth had been brought with the elven refugee fleet and while it is true a fair number of them had been left in Booty Bay in order to purchase the Blackwater Raiders “protection” a great many more had completed the journey from their homeland to Stormwind. Considering the various crisis preparing to erupt across his kingdom he could not in good conscious avoid the resources offered to him.
That did not, however, mean he had to like it.
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Pardon me," spoke Elitha calmly as she finished sorting the papers, “But I believe we are ready to begin."
"I suppose you came to Stormwind for aid, Master Ambassadorial,” she continued looking intently into the elf’s eyes, knowing all too well that the Elves were in desperate need. She allowed him to reply before saying, "It's quite understandable. Compared to most of the kingdoms on this continent, we are most likely one of the stabler ones in comparison. The question is what do you want from us? And what will we get in return?"
Varian remained silent as he stared at the elf. His advisor had echoed his thoughts exactly and all that was left was to wait for the elf’s reply.
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Post by Narain Sunseer on Mar 13, 2009 20:48:57 GMT -5
Narain sat with his eyes half closed and hands folded neatly atop the large tome on the table before him. The room was hushed except for the crackling of the fire and Elitha's shuffling of papers. It had been apparent that she wanted the two dignitaries to strike up some kind of conversation, but they both sat in quiet contemplation.
The Ambassadorial recalled the many painful hours he has recently spent with the more vocal of the elven nobles, all of them expressing concerns and making demands. Narain found the great majority of them unfounded and ludicrious. But through this he could sort out the common and more sensible feelings of his people.
His people. Those words still sounded so foreign and uncomfortable to him. He was no diplomat, no politician, he had been soldiering for as long as he could remember. He did not even know what to expect here; though he supposed it would be similar to dealing with a merchant, both parties start at the extremes and work towards a happy medium. The truth of it was that Narain had no taste for such things.
Once again, he found himself wondering why he was here.
"Pardon me," the soft spoken words pulling Narain from his reverie, “But I believe we are ready to begin."
"I suppose you came to Stormwind for aid, Master Ambassadorial,” she asked as they locked eyes. She paused for a response that didn't come, "It's quite understandable. Compared to most of the kingdoms on this continent, we are most likely one of the stabler ones in comparison. The question is what do you want from us? And what will we get in return?"
The elf pulled his gaze from the advisor and turn to look at King Varian as he rose to stand before them.
"Lord Wynn, Lady Sulrin, I will not play bartering games with matters so important as these. What I ask is simple, and equally beneficial for both our people," a visible cringe marked Narain's face at the last words, "First and foremost, a home here in this city along you're people. I will ask that we be allowed to govern ourselves, within the confines of the laws of Stormwind along with a place in the House of Nobles, to have our say in the decisions that affect the city. In return, you will have the resources of my people at your disposal, which you know are many. We can aid in the upkeep of the city, as well as in its defense. There are no small number of soldiers and mages among us, which will bolster you're own defenses significantly. But before this happens, we will need a home."
Taking a deep breath and retaking his seat as he finished, he scribbled a few notes in his book and closed it. Returning his gaze to the king before him.
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