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Iammelon wrote:

"Picked up by a knight, huh? Quite the intense job interview, without knowing what exactly you were getting picked out for. And yet, not all too dissimilar to how I ended up in my position." Brackson thought back to a time he had mostly forgotten, to exchange his own brief story. "I wasn't randomly selected, my father offered me up to the Rangian Vanguard, as is tradition for many households on Minos that seek favor and continued good graces. I became aware of this fact when one day a pair of men arrived at my family's manor. One was an older Taurus, wearing armor quite like mine, and the other was a Human doctor. The Vanguard among them introduced himself as Instructor Arlangius, and he was perhaps a bit too old for active service. But the old man had enough life left in him to train a new more generations of Vanguard, and I had the possibility of being one of them. Of course, the doctor was there to make sure I was healthy and suitable, and Arlangius was there because he trusted his gut more than anything. No health complications to be found, and the old man felt I had potential. Just like that, I ended up a ship bound for Instabull. Turned out well enough, I'd say."

He gave a small nod, "Right, the Cuthians are pretty similar, although I don't believe Pundramancy is quite as... elegant with its wordplay. Far more to do with the words, twisted as they are, rather than pitch or tone. And as I avoid Pundramancers like the plague, for very good reason, means I've never heard purely vocalized magic before. Ialao Druids are all about hand signs, Anubites love their staves and mystical crystals, and so on." Brackson then rubbed the back of his head in slight embarrassment, "Right, right, sorry. Suppose my job description leans me into naturally assuming such applications. Understandable that you cannot be familiar with every style of magic, that's how specialists work after all. Suppose the wider knowledge is best left for Sullivan. Still!" He clapped his hands and smiled, "If you're still willing to demonstrate, I'd love to see it. Or hear it, I suppose!"

"Investment, huh? Guess that's one way to look at it, and you're hardly wrong," Zenos commented as he walked over towards the stand. He looked at the telescope, and looked where Martin was referring to. While looking upon the ships, Zenos made a murmur of interest, "Large vessels. Those ain't standard cargo freighters, and I can tell from that you aren't lying about having more than just money aboard. And even if it was just arcalite, I could make great use of that. If there is one thing I can be thankful about in regards to my father's policies, it was in finances. He made great strides in purging the corruption from our ranks, which means I can apply these investments of yours without worry of corrupt administrators or greedy nobles getting in the way." He then stepped back from the telescope, looking over at Martin, "Shipyards, now that's something else I could really use. Zantium's naval power has been far weaker since we lost Avalantus and its mighty dockyards, and we can hardly rely on Proscore's great orbital drydocks either for major projects. They aren't precisely friendly to us. Instabull isn't lacking, but its limited in comparison to our greatest days. So you're not wrong, that is the greatest prize. Shipyards can't be built overnight, after all. But with both those rather generous offers in mind, I am curious what you expect from the Zantine Empire in return? Friendship is one thing, but typically an investment comes with the expectation of being paid back in kind."

She nodded, “it seems the best of any profession are kin to us. We had to sacrifice much to become the people we are now.” She smiled a bit. “But I think neither of us would trade who we are now to become normal people. We hold too much authority to relinquish it to another, would you not agree?” She seemed to have a teasing tone in her voice. But when he consented to a demonstration she quickly clapped her own hands together. “Fear not, honourably Brackson. I shall not make you uncomfortable. I just wish to demonstrate my own magick to you. Please remain calm for me.” She took a deep breath and spoke something, the words she spoke were not comprehensible to Brackson. But he felt his spine grow stiff and lengthen upright. He felt he was no longer able to really control his muscles. The witch spoke something else, and Brackson involuntarily reached over to a nearby table to grab a glass of water and hand it to the witch. When she took the glass she made a sort of exhaling noise. And Brackson felt himself return to his own body. “I beg your forgiveness, honourable Brackson. I could not cast a spell other than that one without disrupting the meeting here. I do not think it would be reflected fondly of me had I thrown fire or beamed light through the halls of the palace.”
Brackson heard another move closer to them, judging by the footsteps it was a hurvecht. “Practicing magick on our guests, are we?”
“I was just demonstrating to the interested captain, magister.” Brackson saw now the newcomer was none other than Sullivan himself.
“I hope the captain is not too startled. The first time a Tur is broken can be quite difficult to come to terms with.”

Martin just smiled as he clasped his hands behind his back. “In terms of relationship I want a pact, Bezannia is looking to terminate some of its obligations to the union. This will no doubt draw the ire of some, but the time has come for our withdrawal from certain relationships. I wish for Zantine and Bezannia to come to new terms, not only will this strengthen the Zantine position but will also inform the eastern community who Bezannia supports truly.” He paced again as he spoke and turned to Zenos. “But then there is a personal matter I wish to have done. What I will ask of you next is confidential, and something I will never reference in public or speak of. Call it a test of character in one sense and an act of young pride in another. As Emperor I have a certain amount of vanity as you can guess, my face does go on most coins nowadays. And witg vanity comes pride. Zenos, as Emperor of a brotherly sovereignty yet positioned in a weak state, and I as Emperor of a powerful yet benevolent sovereignty. I request of you to kneel before me. I do not want you to swear allegiance or submit to my authority. I want an act of humility. Show me your character is willing to provide penance under the Moon and Stars and I will give your empire everything I can.”

(where can i start in order to join?)

The Alicorns wrote:

OOC: Hi! Welcome to the region! We have a Discord where you can discuss stuff.

no like can i just fall through the ceiling and meet people i would like to try roleplaying