Lia wrote:A party of seven Sh'khen flew across the expanses between the furthest hold on the marshes and the land of the Tauren. Like oversized butterflies of rich green, whorls of paler greens, delicate yellows, hints of scarlet, the beasts trailed banners of purest white.
It was the way of men, the T'eseh assured Nehar. White for peace.
The T'eseh were hardly as sure as the Seedless who steered the great beasts, but the 'honor guard' of six had refused to be parted from N'dhka in this mission. The seventh great plant-beast was directed by a heavily robed figure, the elf kept surported before it perhaps the least sure of all. A tome was strapped across her back, richest green, and she wore robes of brown and gold, matched to the one who steered
Sky-Captain Devlian, wheeled above the party of strange winged creatures that had just crossed the border. A bare couple of weeks of travel seperated the homes and farms of the free men of the Taurian from the slavering jaws of the never to be damned enough snakes, Beltian blast them for their wickedness. So the border was watched heavily. Dreanoch, his hippogiff steed grunted lining up automatically on the led winged beat, clacking his beak has he did so. Awaiting his riders signal to begin the dive, but Devlian held back. Dreanoch was smarter then a horse, but not as smart as a well grown child, still the hippogriff disliked changes.
These were strange beast and stranger riders but they were not snakes. Nor were they hideous walking dead. Therefore they were not a known threat, nor a declared enemy of the nation. Best to be cautious. He urged Dreanoch to drop not on the led beast but to the side of the formation. Waving his enchanted black iron lance, he bellowed in a loud echoing voice.
"Who enters the land of the Taurians?"
Nitram wrote:The riders who had arrived at the North were escorted along a well-made road to a small building that had, nonetheless, sprouted a small little group of facilities around it. The small building admitted each man one at a time, and, after a brief feeling of acceleration, they were in Paltar, the Capital.
The Taurain walked in a close group. Their weapons peacebonded with white cord to show their peaceful intent. They were dizzy with the sheer wonders of the fabled realm. The city floated in the air seemlying without effort! Water flowed as if from nowhere, gardens grew in mid air. The stories did not do the place enough credit, but there was one thing that was... disturbing...
"There are no temples, no shrines, no holy places at all here." Whispered an aide. An edge of fear had creeped into his voice. These poeple were powerful, it was undeniable. But what kinda of men abadoned the gods? Maltian knew he had to nip this in the bud before it caused his men to think the worst.
"Steady men. We are not childern to temble at the fact that other nations have different ways are we? Let them be as they are as long as they do not threaten us. No matter what we will remain as Altian made us, we will remain Taurian." He said sternly. His men answered with firm grunts.
Maltian approached the guards of the building he had been directed to met with the Netherese ruler.
"I greet you good sirs, may Beltian shine his light upon you this day. I am Maltian of the Taurian nation. I was told this day I may met with your Prime Minster. My guards will await me here if that is agreeable?" He said.
Eire Confederation
Priestess Alicairen of the goddess Lairen stood on the bow of the heavy warship Iron Grip. The heavy breese whipped her grey gown and dark red hair about her. She reveled in it, feeling her goddess' touch in the wet spring wind. Her sister ships, Steel Hand and Unbreakable Hold sailed beside her and their lighter escorts fanned out around her. The small fleet had one purpose to convey her to the King of the Eire for an audience.
Sea Captain Duiltian, master of the Iron Grip came up behind her.
"My lady we should make port within the hour." He reported. She turned to him and smiled.
"I thank you Captain. I am deeply thankful for your able service this voyage. I had had great fears about crossing the deep blue sea." She said.
"I thank you my lady." The captain said with a bow. Before them the great port city of the Eire grew larger and larger as the ships sailed before the wind, the Axe and Bull horns of the Taurian nation flying high.
"it takes two sides to end a war but only one to start one. And those who do not have swords may still die upon them." Tolken
