Quest The Depths of Diplomacy

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The Depths of Diplomacy

Postby Perplexity on October 28th, 2014, 9:31 pm

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The three officials of the city seemed satisfied with the answers each ambassador gave. Administrator Gracey seemed to share a look with Lisaelis and Tranaris both who nodded in silent agreement to some unspoken conversation. Lisaelis pulled herself up into a standing position joined by her two counterparts.

With you, rests the fate of not just Zeltiva, but of a newfound people. Remember that.” Her gaze fell heavy upon each one of them before with a nod of her head she turned and made her way to a side door on the left. Tranaris beamed at the three of them seemingly pleased at this turn of events.

Well, this will undoubtedly be interesting.” With an almost jovial chuckle he laced his fingers atop his rotund belly and followed Lisaelis. Only Administrator Gracey remained. He eyed each one of them for several ticks before descending the dais to stand just a few feet from them. His harsh gaze bored into them with obvious contempt.

Were it up to me, rabble like you wouldn’t be vested with such a magnanimous decision. So I’ll make it clear, if by your actions you jeopardize the safety of our city there will be a price to pay. I promise you that.” With a swift turn on his heel he stalked off tinging the room with a sour note. When the door was closed behind him the three ambassadors were left to their thoughts. At least until the brown robed attendant, Silas, cleared his throat.

Your Honors, if you would please take your seats?” Silas gestured to a table situated on the right hand side of the dais. Three chairs were assembled on each opposing side directly facing each other across the table. The surface was smoothly polished and in front of each chair was situated sheets of parchment complete with inkwells and quill pens. At the head of the table was a scribe’s station that Silas soon made his way over to. He took a seat dipping a quill into the prepped and ready inkwell then began scratching something out upon the surface of the waiting parchment. Whether Jadlin, Enthere or Ayatah had taken their seats or not the doors to the chamber opened.

Silas rose from his seat clasping his hands behind his back facing the direction of the door. As the three would direct their attention down the walkway they would be met with the sight of a curious group of men. Each of them was tall with broad, powerful shoulders and finely toned athletic physiques that were quite prominently on display. The party of men was dressed in dark leathers from the boots on their feet to the vests on their torso’s.

ImageThe man in the center was handsome by all accounts. Scars from many a battle decorated his arms. He scalp was shorn of all hair though a beard did sprout from his chin. From his walk, his countenance and the manner in which he stared at all four of the Zeltivans in the room there was no doubting that this man was the Iyvess Chieftain. The guards that flanked him maintained roughly a pace behind him at a respectful distance. What was interesting to note was that each man carried an object in their arms. The time for studying soon passed however as the three man party arrived at the table.

Silas bowed his head to which he received a nod from the Iyvess man in the center. The brown robed attendant then turned to the three ambassadors.

Your Honors, allow me to introduce His Excellency, Setrissakasovel, Son of Shisorusskana and Ravessinaraasa, Chief of his people.” With the introduction out of the way Setrissakasovel leaned forward setting the bundle in his arms atop the table. He slowly removed the cloth to reveal a beautiful coral statue shaped to look like a cresting wave. The gentle blues and greens melded together to form a brilliant turquoise and seafoam that made the wave statue almost seem like a real wave merely frozen in time. As soon as he unveiled his bundle the two guard flanking him did the same revealing a finely woven net that would be most excellent in capturing fish and a pair of fine leather bracers. While the guards bowed their heads to the ambassadors, Setrissakasovel clasped his hands behind his back and merely waited.

His dark eyes came to rest upon each of the ambassadors. They were filled with a noble intelligence. This man was a king among his people and he knew it but he was quite obviously a warrior who, with every scar, earned his keep just the same as the rest. After a moment of silence he began to speak. His voice was deep with a slight rumble in his broad chest. The subtle hiss of the Dhani wove itself in the almost musical speech that flowed from his lips. For a moment it would be easy to believe he was singing a rich baritone but as Silas nodded it became clear he was actually just talking in another language. The brown robed attendant turned to the three.

His Excellency speaks only in Fratava. Common is a language unknown to his people. I am Silas, I will be your scribe and interpreter for these proceedings. His Excellency would like to greet you warmly and with pride. He has great hope that these negotiations will flow as smoothly as the might of Laviku’s waters. He presents gifts for the Chiefs of Zeltiva as is customary for his tribe and encourages you to take the one that most calls to you.” With that Silas went silent and all that was left was the weight of Setrissakasovel’s eyes upon the ambassadors.

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Postby Jadlin Hayes on October 30th, 2014, 6:47 am

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Jad was hard-pressed not to openly display awe at the visitors. Their presence was commanding, and the proper demeanor was something the council had left him clueless about. 'Interpreter? They don't speak common? Am I supposed to bow? Kneel? And these gifts...Do they mean US, when they say "Chiefs of Zetiva"? We are supposed to take one of these gifts? Why didn't someone tell us of this? I didn't bring anything to give them.'

All this ran through his mind in a flash, as he tried to keep a serene expression on his face. It was perhaps the odd saving grace that the rich tone of the Chieftain's voice had a calming effect. Now the obstacle was getting his name right. Silas saved him there by calling him "Excellency". That would work. He thought for a moment that the Dhani's lack of comprehension of Common could be a benefit, since Jad felt like bombarding Silas with a thousand questions.

Fortunately, Jad was able to recall advice from his days at trial in Syliras, and the words of his advocate. 'I will not ask you anything to which I do not already know the answer. Our opponent knows this as well, and will be doing the same thing. So you must answer as if you knew the question was coming, and know that however it makes you look at the time, you will have your chance to counter it.' He felt suddenly that this situation had similarities. This Chieftain was also on the spot. Though he had experience with such situations, he would not know what was customary for humans from one city to the next.

But it also dawned on Jad that they probably had sent in observers prior to making their presence known. So they may well know that the three "ambassadors" were not regular officials. While that seemed, on one hand, to put even more pressure on them, for Jad, it took pressure off. He suddenly felt that he only needed to conduct himself honestly and respectfully, and if he pulled some diplomatic gaffe, this Chieftain would somehow know it was not his fault.

In either event, it was best to just do as he felt he was called to do, not ask permission, and act though he was confident it was proper. The first thing though, was a courteous response. Having been on a ship from Syiras to Zeltiva, he was well aware of who Laviku was. He bowed at the waist, briefly breaking eye contact, which he felt established the respect due to a visitor of higher station than ambassador.


"Your Excellency, all who travel the Sea Lord's domain, either above or below the waves, know it is only by his grace that our destinations are reached. Your gifts touch upon the tradition of bestowing him a gift before setting out on a new journey. Ours is a journey to find mutually beneficial coexistence. Let this observance of the gesture we give to Him, open our efforts to His blessing. Do we have gifts to give them?"
He said this last as if it was part of the speech Silas would translate to Setrissakasovel, but he trusted that the man would know better, and that the Chieftain would not know the difference.

He stepped forward, admiring the net. He felt it was probably not stately to actually take hold of the gift right then. Better that he simply show his selection and treat it as given that some underling will see to the detail of having it delivered later. He placed his hand on the net and bowed a second time. Then stepped back.

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The Depths of Diplomacy

Postby Enthere on November 3rd, 2014, 5:05 pm

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Enthere let her eyes glare at Administer Gracey as he left. She had never been fond of uppity men who thought they had power. Her gaze quickly softened after he'd gone, the foul stench of self-importance fading. Enthere followed Silas to the table in the dais' shadow. Instead of seating herself, she stood behind her chair, and appeared in that position when the large doors opened to admit the Iyvess.

The shape-shifters appearances were powerful, and none of the three was more powerful as the dark hued leader. Enthere was soon disappointed that they would not be able to speak directly with the Iyvess. The three tall men were some of the strangest creatures she had ever laid eyes upon, and yet they appeared human in most aspects. It must have been their movements that were so foreign, their unnaturally fluid grace and the smooth way in which they walked. It was not what she'd expected from a sea dwelling race on land.

She wished to communicate her respect for the Iyvess leader without the use of translation, though she knew it would be a difficult thing to achieve. She watched the Iyvess for some moments, not staring, but examining them. Eventually she was able to form a word, which was said with as much reverence and meaning as she could muster in a single word.

"Setrissakasovel"

The chiefs name was accompanied by a deep nod. It wasn't a bow, but any keen individual could see that the Kelvic's countenance was one of courtesy. Enthere hoped the reply was understood as one of rapport and consideration, she also hoped she hadn't inflicted any insult or mispronounced the Iyvess' chiefs' name.

Then Enthere followed Jadlin's lead, stepping around her chair to choose a gift. Enthere had received few gifts in her life and was uncomfortable in choosing one from the Iyvess. In fact, she wouldn't have even realized she was supposed to select an item from the Iyvess if Jadlin hadn't stepped forward first. The look on her face as she studied the remaining gifts was one of confusion; what did these items mean? Was there some underlying message or Iyvess tradition behind them? Surely the items must mean something to the Iyvess if they were giving them as...peace offerings. The wave model could signify where the Iyvess came from, and the complex beauty of their world. The net seemed like something the Iyvess would use in day-to-day life; they were workers, and proud to be. The bracers showed a different side of the Iyvess; that they were not only workers and skilled craftsmen, but fighters as well.

Finally she decided, Enthere put her hand down on the bracers, her palm touching their leather for a moment before she hastily pulled her arm back and returned to her seat, but remained standing. She placed her hands in front of her on the chair back and said nothing more. She felt it would be wrong for all three of them speak at once, and instead waited.

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Postby Ayatah on November 9th, 2014, 11:58 am

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Administrator Gracey's words washed over Ayatah, stimulating only a faint smile from the Myrian. The male was obviously against the idea that rabble such as herself would ever be granted such decisive power. Perhaps if the Administrator himself had any influence, the current situation would not have come about. Nevertheless, she slipped into her chosen seat just as the doors creaked open again, and Ayatah half-expected the grumpy Administrator to return.

It was not he, however. The men who entered the hall were entirely different to the Administrator, or any men Aya had seen before. Her eyebrows shot up curiously, and she had to remind herself that these men were Dhani -- even if she had not yet decided how she felt about this fact. The man in the centre - tall, muscular, handsome - in particular captured her attention. He was clearly their leader.

It caught Aya unawares when Silas spoke, and she turned sharply to the male's voice as if she had forgotten he was there. His introduction of the Dhani returned her attention back to the latter. Black eyes swept over the Chief, taking note of those endless battle wounds that scarred his taut flesh. Were any of those caused by Myrian weapons? She wondered, strangely detached from the very idea.

Silas spoke again, though this time his words did not draw Ayatah's eyes away from the Dhani - until he mentioned the gifts. Then she glanced to the table, perturbed that until now she had not even realised that three items had been placed atop it. Her own clan had very a similar tradition, though never before had it been extended to a Dhani.

Her fellow Ambassadors rose and selected their gifts in turn, and Ayatah was pleased when it became evident that she would receive the statue. She stood, just as Jadlin and Enthere had done previously, though she did not immediately move around her chair to receive her gift. Instead, the Myrian reached within her satchel bag, retrieving something from within it. The bone was six inches long, pointed at one end, blunt and smooth at the other. There were a huge number of inscriptions on its curved surface, all engraved in Myrian. Most were names - these all seemed to be etched in various styles of handwriting that clearly belonged to many different individuals. One long string of words was etched at the widest end of the bone, curving around the circumference of it like a bracelet around a child's wrist.

She made her way to retrieve her gift, but Ayatah placed the bone in front of the Dhani chief. Then, finally, she explained to Silas. "My clan name is The Scattered Bones-" She said this first in Myrian, then in Common as she always did, "and it is a tradition of our people to give each other the bones of our ancestors for good luck tokens when one of us leaves the jungle. We each inscribe our names into the bone, and then our clan leader will engrave a message of good fortune and a blessing in Myri's name. I would like to present Setrissakasovel with this: the rib of Kinatro of The Scattered Bones of Taloba, daughter of Myri and my long dead ancestor." Again her gaze moved form the Zeltivan male to the Dhani. It would be clear to all that this gesture was a ceremonious event to the Myrian. "By receiving this gift, his Excellency and his people receive the good luck and fortune of my own people. I hope he will accept it."

Ayatah collected her own gift and returned to her seat. Her heart pattered nervously, though she tried to maintain a sense of cool respect as she sat down again. She had extended the tradition of bone giving to friends before, but never to a Dhani. The act seemed blasphemous, though Ayatah somehow sensed that it needed to be done. She held the wave statue in her hands, inspecting the skilled craftsmanship that had carved the curling waves into great and realistic detail.

When she looked up again, she threw a nervous smile to her fellow Ambassadors. She hoped her Myrian traditions had not soured their opinion of her.

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Postby Perplexity on November 10th, 2014, 1:28 pm

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Sovel watched each of the ambassadors with the intensity of a predator studying his prey. His posture wasn’t threatening but there was no mistaking the appraising look in his eyes. As Silas translated to him the words that each one spoke he never lost his focus nor did he given the brown robed man a second glance. At the question directed to Silas the brown robed man shook his head.

Gifts presented to ambassadors or hunting parties is a tradition that is personal.” Silas furrowed his brow glancing at Setrissakasovel nervously. He cleared his throat furrowing his brown in confusion.

Did not the Administrator’s messenger tell you that?” So there it was. While it was sketchy evidence at best it appeared that the Administrator’s efforts to sabotage the proceedings had begun. Or perhaps it was nothing more than an oversight on the part of the messengers? In the confusion that had befell the city with the arrival of the Iyvess who could say whether or not the men delivering the messages remembered every instruction given to them?

Whether or not the Chieftain was offended remained to be seen. He watched the three without comment almost as if he were taking measure of their character by the gifts they chose. As Jadlin chose the net the Iyvess leader nodded to him a knowing look crossing his features upon meeting eye contact with Jadlin. To Enthere he reciprocated the nod she gave a hint of understanding in his bearing. The nod shared between predatory beings where respect was earned and seldom given. When Ayatah stepped forward speaking in the foreign tongue that was native to her people, Setrissakasovel’s eyebrow arched ever so slightly.

More than that however, it was obvious that he understood her. After a few terse moments where Silas stood wide-eyed and the two warrior’s at the Chieftain’s side tensed, the dark skinned leader gingerly picked up the rib bone. His touch was gentle despite the calluses and scars upon his hands like a father cradling his babe he brushed a thumb over the smooth surface tracing a few of the names to be found there. His dark eyes came to rest upon Ayatah and he spoke. Silas immediately set to translating.

Long ago your people and my people were bitter enemies. It is a sign from the gods that an offering of peace be made between old foes in a land foreign to both of them. Mighty Laviku is smiling upon all of us today. A smile that I share in my heart.” Setrissakasovel closed his hand around the bone bowing in thanks. He placed the bone into the interior of his best keeping it close to his heart. Moving the chair in front of him he took his seat. The warriors beside him, did not. They both took a step back and dropped into a parade rest stance with eyes staring forward. The Chief spoke for all of them, if it hadn’t been clear then it became abundantly clear now.

Sit with me and let us make peace.” The Iyvess Chief waited for each ambassador to be seated. As soon as they were comfortable he immediately went into his questioning.

We seek a home beyond the waves of the Sea to fulfill a prophecy from ancient times. I say now, our warriors are strong and have known how to bring death since their first days beneath the waves.” He paused letting the weight of that unspoken threat hang in the air. “But we do not come to bring death. We come to bring life. Tell us, what life is there in this city?

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Postby Jadlin Hayes on November 12th, 2014, 4:34 am

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Jad felt mixed feelings at Ayatah's presentation. On the one hand, it looked to have spared he and Enthere the embarrassment of having given no gift. On the other, though he had to acknowledge the childish envy of it, he wished it had been himself that had come through with such a spiritual response. But overall, he knew the gesture had saved their honor, and found himself forced to extend a silent thanks to her, in spite of himself.

Now though, he also felt compelled to act as if the Myrian woman was the "lead" ambassador. It would cover the near embarrassment of the unbalanced exchange of gifts. Setrissakasovel, being obviously the leader of his party, had bestowed gifts as part of his tradition. By being the one that had returned this gesture, it was important that Ayatah now be made to come off as leader, so her gift could also be seen as the "leader's prerogative", and an equal tradition and gesture.

Though a gift had only been bestowed to Setrissakasovel himself, whereas he had given gifts to all three of them, there was no indication by their demeanor, that the other two Iyvess were of "ambassadorial" status. Plus, in all fairness, it was the Iyvess coming to them, not the reverse. So, the fact of fewer gifts had reasonable, cultural justification. Also, in many cultures, being the last to speak or act, was the position of honor. And Ayatah had luckily ended up responding last, almost as if it WAS intended to be her honor. Jad could only hope that he and Enthere had left her the gift that had the most cultural significance as well.

But what was done, was done. They could only go on from here as they saw best to do. When the Dhani Chieftain asked them to be seated, Jad nodded a modest bow and took an outer position of the three seats. He hoped Enthere would do likewise, so that Ayatah would be left with the position of prominence, by being seated directly across from the Chieftain. He did not want to go overboard with this deference to Ayatah, lest he reduce he and Enthere's standing in the Chieftain's eyes. There would be a fine line between respectful deference and dismissive insignificance.

Jad did not try to hide his slight alarm at the comment about "bringing death". He felt that a warrior Chief would think any man a fool who did. When the Ivess Chieftain expressed his question, Jad maintained a guarded expression.
"There is the same life here that I expect your people also possess, Your Excellency. Husbands, wives, sons, daughters, friends ...enemies..." his pause was deliberate. "...craftsmen, artisans, laborers, teachers, priests..." Again, he paused, "...a military force."

He almost said that this "military force" was comprised of the same people that made up the other facets of Zeltivan culture, but caught himself, thinking it might be best to let the Chieftain think that there was a military "class". He went on,
"But if you mean 'what races live here', I can tell you all kinds live here, together, in peace. I see no reason why your people should not be among them." He decided he'd said enough, and should let the others have their say.
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Postby Enthere on November 16th, 2014, 12:46 am

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Enthere slipped into her seat with grace, sitting upright and wary as always, but with enough ease to show that she wasn't intimidated by the Iyvess. Her posture was innate to the Kelvic, who sought to never show the vulnerability of fear, or the offensiveness of blatant aggression, though sometimes she failed at concealing both. The seat she chose was the one she had placed herself behind, and was indeed one of the edge chairs, though she was entirely oblivious to any unspoken change of hierarchy.

It didn't bother the Kelvic that she had no gift for the Chief. She was unaccustomed to the traditions of gift-giving, and besides that fact, the gift most valuable to all present would be the gift of peaceful relations, if she had judged the purpose of the meeting correctly.

Though it appeared neither parties were at ease with the other, both exchanging thinly veiled threats. Enthere watched the exchange and quickly vowed to herself not to fall into the hunters-trap of defensive menace unless it proved entirely necessary. The Kelvic was of the opinion that the military prowess of both parties would remain the same with or without words noting their aptitude. The threats proved nothing, and did nought to further their cause.

She tried to ease the discomfiture in her clumsy way with words. "The life here is surely as precious as that of the place beneath waves." Enthere was unsure what to call the land of the Iyvess. "Though there is many resources, plenty in both the sea and on land. Enough to support both our...peoples." She attempted to say this pleasantly, though the concept of open [/i]pleasantness[/i] was a foreign concept to her. Enthere also had no idea if Zeltiva could truly support the Iyvess and its native populace. The city did always seem to be on the verge of starvation, but Enthere let that fact slip. She was merely trying to abate the tension.

Enthere's eyes slipped from the Chiefs' as she glanced at the other ambassadors, wondering if they were preparing more threats, or if they were ready to change the tides. She wondered if the other ambassadors wanted peace. She wondered if she wanted peace. The Iyvess were an interesting race, and surely a powerful ally, but Enthere had always tried to stay out of political affairs. Or affairs in general; they always complicated life, and caused more grief than their worth. Despite her misgivings, Enthere had to admit that she did care. She was a hunter by nature, but a healer by choice, and could not stand by and let bloodshed occur; no matter how difficult it was to evade that bloodshed.

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Postby Perplexity on March 7th, 2015, 1:29 pm

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It saddens me quite a bit that this couldn't continue. Oh well. As the last one standing Enthere, I reward you with what I can. Thank you for participating!

 
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    Tranaris Johnson: Seneschal to the Lord of Council
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Postby Dove Brown on November 2nd, 2015, 6:15 pm

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  • Iyvess: A Race of Dhani
  • Tranaris Johnson: Seneschal to the Lord of Council
  • Richart Gracey: Administrator of the Sailor’s Guild
  • Lisaelis: The Sage of Zeltiva
  • Setrissakasovel: Chief of the Zeltivan Iyvess
  • Zeltivan guards wear heavy mail
  • Heavy armour is a bad idea in the hot jungle
  • Chosen as one of Zeltiva's ambassadors to the Iyvess
  • Enthene: a fellow ambassabor
  • The tradtion of gifting inscribed ancestors' bones
  • Giving Setrissakaovel an inscribed bone as a peace offering

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