Request from the north - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
15/9/475
Log
The court has been called to order to discuss the request for a camp within the borders of sweetwater, to be occupied by foreigners. The Good King sits in the center of it all watching and listening patiently as the matter presents itself. A lynx is asked to open the discussion as opinionated gazes watch them.
Littlepaw watches quietly from the side of the room. She slowly looks to each of the players, setting each to her memory. She stop with the Lynx, to hear the request.
Vulneir adjusts, she is wearing a long fur cloak, she has tribal facical markings and what looks to be a sort of tribal tatttoo on her back, depicting long elegant wings. she is wearing heavy leather armor with heavy chain mail over it, her weapons lay exposed, guards get them with no fight from the Lynx. She takes a look at all the looks around her. "I am Vulneir of the Sacred Wardens from the north." She introduces herself. "I am the leader of my tribe and Due to the shadow threat in the north, My tribe and many others have been displaced from ancestrial home. I humbly request, that you allow us set up camp with in your borders." She seems to have more of the fighting north but does not share it.
Ictus hmms as he looks at those seated and blinks at the Lynx as she speaks
Littlepaw ear's perk up at the mention of shadows to the north... she becomes very intent on listening to all that is said.
The Good King says "I bid you welcome Vulneir, I shall consider your request but perhaps you should enlighten us to why you have chosen sweetwater for this matter." as he studies the lynx. A few murmers come up, it looks like a few people have things to say about this but will not inturrupt the Vulneir when the king is addressing them.
A glance to the others that only murmurs. "I mean no disrespect great king, but Maybe your followers would like to voice their opinions?" She questions respectfully.
Littlepaw watches the Battle hardened Lynx, hearing the background rumblings within the court of the request.
Ictus watches the proceedings curiously, though has no input for now it seems
While the Good King gives a semi-questioning look to the lynx, he is in a rather good mood and simply says "If there is anyone who would like to speak on this matter, let their voices be heard now." A rather plump hedgehog of the clever folk steps forward to speak. "Thank you for hearing me, I would like to hear why you have chosen sweetwater mahself, i'm sure that would help yer cause, but i'm more curious what you'll be doin while you're here. Is this temporary? Are yah gonna up and settle in? And what relationship do you have with them thar Cliffsiders." he asks Vulneir.
Vulneir hmms softly as she looks towards the Hedgehog. "I'm afraid I know nothing of Cliffside or who or what they represent. My tribe and were pushed south and into this region. And what we would do is possibly perminate or temporary as the Great King would decide there. While my tribe remained in the north we had heard things of the south, Sweetwater's name came up more than once on many subjects but none of which I can remember at this time. It was has been a long time since we had reports from the south from travelers when the Shadow begin killing tribes and small cities."
Littlepaw raises her hand, bows before the King. "If I might, you Magesty." She turns to the Lynx and asks. "And of the shadows? are your people willing to help defend these lands, are they willing to share the knowledge they have of the Shadows?"
Ictus opens his muzzle and then shuts it as Littlepaw asks his questions
The hedgehog nods although they seem iffy about the situation, returning to their seat when Littlepaw begins speaking. The Good King continues to listen patientlly, thinking things through.
Vulneir looks at Littlepaw. "The defense of the nation would protect us. We are no stranger to war with the shadow. Though we lost all of the men to the last attack that made us retreat. IT was a surprise attack. But I have fought many lesser shadows since I arrived.. scouts.. but I believe you are already aware of them?" She questions softly before looking back to the good king. Her answer having been given, if indirectly.
Littlepaw nods slowly, not having considered the shadow's plaguing them as simple scouts... though that does make more sense. The Mausling nods briefly and steps back to the wall.
The king nods silently to Vulneir and continues listening, watching to see if anyone else wishes to speak before he makes a judgement on the issue.
Ictus hmms at that and nods, "If you are unable to fight them, will you at least be willing to help us with farming for our armies?"
Vulneir smiles softly as she looks at Ictus. "Fighting, Farming, We are nomads.. we excel at many things, but are masters of none. We have a small fighting unit. Ten sacred wardens that have protected since our retreat, not all of our warriors are men." She murmurs softly. "I will see to it, if allowed to remain, that we provide the assistance that is required of us."
Ictus nods at that and smiles, "Alright... That's all the questions I had." as he sits down in his seat
The Good King listens to situation and nods. "I believe it would be acceptable to allow a camp to be based inside the borders of sweetwater, providing your clan pledges loyalty to our nation during your stay, and pay proper taxes as anyone else would. Considering your offer for assistance as required, someone shall meet with you regarding adjustment of taxes based on the work you provide. Is this acceptable Miss Vulneir?" the regal hippo says as he watches the lynx.
Vulneir nods. "Yes Great King. I will meet with them and provide any and all information on what We can do. But, I've a request if the good king is willing to hear my small request."
"I will listen, speak your request." the Good King says to the lynx.
Vulneir smiles and bows alittle before him before leaning back. "I hope it is not a vulgar or rude request but if the same person could come for each visit. And that they.. be ... willing to accept a level of distrust.. we are still new to your land and many of my tribe have yet to fully relax with in your borders."
Ictus hmms at this request and shrugs to himself, seems simple enough to him
The king speaks, saying "It shall be done, we welcome you within our borders and hope that your stay is pleasant. Let us hope that a mutual level of trust developes between the citizens of sweetwater and your people." Court adjournes and the matter is set into motion, someone comes to speak with Vulneir about locational planning, and the court is cleared for the next session.
