Perkins
Blackwater Pirate
Always trust your spirit.
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Post by Perkins on Oct 6, 2013 2:11:57 GMT
Melda put away her books and papers and all the such she tends to be busy with while on the ship and simply tears of a page to use. With pen and ink she writes down a message that she hopes will change the mind of a soon-to-be army headed for war. Gritting her teeth as she writes the words down, her right hand is shaking, trembling, trying to keep her from handing out this plea. Her blood was boiling, but little did she know it was not the mind that spoke, nor it was where the urges came from, but that of the other part of her blood that tried to provoke an outburst. Soon tears began running down her cheeks, yet her eyes were filled with anger, not sadness. Resisting the urge to rip the paper into pieces, to stab her hand for writing these words, the woman began lowly mumbling to herself.
"Wer darastrix nurti majakic svern....Wer darastrix nurti majakic svern....Wer darastrix nurti majakic svern!"
When she was finally done writing down her plea, she stood up, wiped the tears off her face with the back of her left hand and rolled the piece-of-paper-made-letter up before creeping her way towards one of those ravens the pirates use to deliver messages to one another. She held one of the ravens in her hands and tied the letter around it's left leg, sighing deeply. She then walked towards the side of the boat's deck, closer to the sea than she could ever be while on this boat. Closing her eyes she quietly reminded to herself.
"Si mi wer darastrix. Si mi wer siksta. wer ith di wer qumado. Wer ith di wer edar vur whedaus. Thric ixen valignatic ve. Thric gul itrewicric ve. Thric suaco geou rinov gjahall ve. Daar di wer svant, ithquent di wer edar, ssissth di ixen vur shio batobot ui zulf."
With these words spoken, Melda opened her eyes and gave the raven it's destination and target. "Seek Knight Jonathan Cousland of the Band of The Hawks. Give him this letter." And as the raven was now flying away, Melda placed her right hand on her chest, feeling the beating of her heart. "Pray that it arrives not too late..."
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Perkins
Blackwater Pirate
Always trust your spirit.
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Post by Perkins on Oct 6, 2013 3:45:36 GMT
When the Raven sent by Melda, The Sorceress, reaches Jonathan Cousland's group, the messenger bird will fly close to the cavalier and await for him to retrieve the letter from it. It will most likely land close to him unless he is on the move. The letter reads as follows:
'To: Sir Jonathan Cousland, of the Band of the Hawks From: Melda, The Sorceress
Greetings, Sir Jonathan. You may remember my appearance, or even name if I am lucky enough to be remembered, from Valencia, during the siege. I was the sorceress that aided Kaelmourn's pirates in combat, the one who used the rope you so conviniently secured on the walls, giving me easy access to the fortress. I understand I am most likely nothing more to you than a stranger, but as an ally, if I could call myself such, I wish to ask of thee a favour.
Please, give the Yesadi a chance to surrender once more...I have spent some time with the people of the Yesadi and they are good people. What they did in Valencia, they did to help an ally of theirs, bound by some code of honour unknown to me. They have played their part in this war and it is now over. Will their deaths mean anything to you? Are they truly a threat to be vanquished? Or is their coins what you seek? If you can even remotely feel that an attack is wrong, then please, I ask of thee to reconsider. Give them a chance.
It is rare of A Dragon, to ask of such a favour, especially in such a humble way, but if it means that I give the people of the Yesadi a chance to cease hostilities and survive for the aid they have provided me in the past, I am more than willing to leave my pride to the side for a little while.
That is all I ask of thee, and in return, I would be glad to provide aid or anything that would prove that my intentions are pure.
May the Gods watch over you,
- Melda, The Sorceress
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Post by Johnathan Cousland on Oct 6, 2013 6:58:48 GMT
Johnathan Cousland laughs good naturally reading the scroll hastily yet beautifully written by a dragon woman. "Oh how modest she is. As if I couldn't remember someone as beautiful and powerful as she." He mumbled to himself, the campfire illuminating his face, and making him not only sound, but look like a mad man, causing his teammates to all but lean toward the other side of the log they were using as a seating device, and look at him warily. Not noticing the change of demeanor he had caused, the man continued to read, only for his carefree attitude to be replaced by a serious one. "Is there something wrong, commander?" Sven asked the man he had devoted his services too, not only freaked out by the earlier seemingly insane laughter, but also concerned as to why his eyes were now drawn into one of deep concentration.
The brown haired warrior didn't answer, but instead proceeded to comb the letter, not having heard his loyal friend. Shrugging his shoulders, Sven figured he would tell them if it was important, and went back to his 'assigned' task at belittling the slaves while combing his beautiful horse.
Johnathan, at this time, had finished reading the letter and was now writing his response carefully, as to not upset the fierce dragon women who had proved a force to be reckoned with on the battle field.
To: Melda, The Sorceress From: Jonathan Cousland, the Commander of the Band of Hawk
Dear Melda, I assure you, you need not worry. I myself have seen the proud Yesadi fight. They were honorable as they fought to the very last. However, if they had surrendered, we would have let them live. I hope the same mistake is not made when we meet with their command within the next few days, as that would be very unfortunate. For the most part though, if all goes well, you need not worry. I also must admit how honored I am that you chose to write me about this. I understand how hard it can be, especially for a dragon, and as such, I respect you for it.
You have my best wishes, Johnathan Cousland, Commander of the band of Hawks
P.S. I think your cute. That is all.
Smiling at his clever addition proudly, he rolls the scroll up, and slides it into a messenger Hawk's claws. He watches the bird take flight into the night sky, before returning to whatever he was doing before it interrupted him.
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Sven
The Band of the Hawk
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Post by Sven on Oct 6, 2013 8:04:48 GMT
(Sven marched back into the room. Coming to the position of attention and saluting sharply to a superior officer.) Lord Commander I have issued our warrant to the Yesadi forces. I gave them 3 choices.
1. I gave them the choice of becoming a vassal state to us. 2. I gave them the choice of giving us half their treasury then swearing oaths of alliance. 3. I gave them the choice to give us a fiefdom here and swear oaths of alliance. 4. I gave them the choice of dieing for their country. Then we take it from them and rebuild from the ashes.
My Lord Commander I hope I have issued these proclamations to your liking. Sir estimations of troops strengths of the enemy and us. They are a third or a quarter the size of us in troops. If we bring only a small force to bear..If we await reinforcements we can bolster the odds of approximately 10 to one. With our current troop morale and including that this force is veterans of multiple campaigns I see no reason to wait. Our lowest ranking officer has more experience in battle then their best. Sir it is assured victory if they wish to fight. Our troops can reach them the first day of the week. I also proposed a political marriage with the Sultana. I understand their leader is female. I have given her a chance to marry an officer among the Hawks to show a union of our peoples and forces. I will volunteer myself lord. For it would strengthen the trust between our peoples and maybe bridge the culture gap. You of all people know how much I wont turn "native"..I cant stand anything not Chelish. Which is why I always order custom designed beds and tables in my rooms. They even worship heathen gods.
umm lord the raven with a message that arrived today from the Pirates. Have the pirates sent another contract our way? After the last battle I have not lost the feeling of other forces at work playing behind the scenes. I may just be paranoid being a trait of my homeland. Hmm ahh forgive me Lord Commander I forgot my place. It is not fitting for your officer to talk so frank to you. I will be preparing my horse for the coming storm. (With that the noble clicks his heels together and salutes. Turning sharply and exiting the tent but stopping at the door and turning.) Lord Commander...I know we marched here with zeal and our blood high from recent battle...With Wither almost dieing on us..You know how I feel about her. Id kill anyone that would harm her.. .Sir I heard what the Yesadi call us. They thought of us as goodly knights...now we are no better than dogs in their eyes. Ha..We are dogs of War. A Mercenary army that controls free city states. We are a mercenary force however what sets us apart from others is our codes of conduct and our oaths. That separates us from the others. Let them call me a tyrant..even an evil bastard. However I wont tolerate them calling you the same..You temper my evil side and keep me neutral. Thank you commander. You are a good man. You called me to stay my blade at the Ismark..had you not been there I would be on the path of evil. Now they are our good friends and I better for it. I will return to my duties sir. (turning sharply and leaving the tent)
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Perkins
Blackwater Pirate
Always trust your spirit.
Posts: 234
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Post by Perkins on Oct 6, 2013 14:33:43 GMT
After some time passes, the hawk sent to deliver Jonathan's reply to Melda will arrive. Melda curiously looks at the bird before plucking the piece of paper from it and nodding, as if she was nodding to a person. The hawk, most likely confused, tilted it's head to the right in confusion. Melda began reading the man's message and she let a sigh of relief escape her lips.
"Thank you...I really thought this would be a much, much different answer." She whispered to herself with her eyes closed. After taking a deep breath to calm down, she opened her eyes once again and her gaze fell upon the 'P.S' the man had added.
"si siofme dout yinvets? si siofme d-...thric itheik, jilg shafaer....si siofme wux re yinvets! He wrote that down wrong...'Your' instead of 'you're'...Is that a good sign?" Melda wondered.
Regardless she looked up towards the sky and smiled. Slowly she took a seat down on the ships deck, bringing out her books and papers once more, feeling as if someone removed a heavy burden from her chest. As she kept on writting down past information and knowledge and such in her books, she then lifted her gaze from them and blinked her eyes once. It was then that she realized what she had just read.
"si siofme wux re yinvets? Wait, he thinks I am cute?" Melda said and paused for a moment, blushing. She then shook her head once, focusing back on the subject at hand, which was, her books. "Just a friendly compliment, I am sure." She exclaimed before being lost once more in her own thoughts. Perhaps, after news of what happened to the Yesadi reach her, she would send a reply to Jonathan. A 'thank you', letter, for considering her words.
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