Post by payne on Jun 6, 2017 16:00:24 GMT
It were so simple as taking a paper and letting it loose somewhere.
"Be open to diplomacy, or fall to God's Light." -Vesryn Desavi Xilleth, The Silver Saber of Okarthel.
A reed spear treated by ash and heat is launched towards the grounds of the village that led up to the natives greatest encampment.
"Tribesmen, Leaders, and Chieftains-
Women and Children; I speak of this no more than a man of Goddesses and the Poisoned Waters.
I have grown tired of your antics, your sacking of settlements, your peoples assaulting good men and women.
I know not of your culture: I care not, for your culture. I do not care of your hunting parties much more than
my men will once they've crossed the seas again. I care not for your honor, your pride, or your stupid language.
Open your peoples for diplomacy, this will be the last time."
Below the parchment is written in ashen ink.
"Your terms are as follows, and very simple so.
In exchange for safety, free-passage within the Northern Provinces of this Isle,
all men and women past the southern river are free men, never to be attacked
by your kind ever again.
Furthermore, your tribesmen will be treated as equals with those of Irons and
of the Sea itself. The practice of your gods will still be instated, as I care not for
your culture, your peoples as much as I should.
You will ride only in the north, and colonize, the north. I will see nothing less.
Should you accept these terms and in the future they are broken, I can assure you
that there are worse things than death. You have forced my hand in writing these.
Once again, I am open to diplomacy."
And so did the sundered privateer have these terms sent by use of a spear.
"Gott Mit Uns."
Meta Bappir (someone tag Ze) @techmonkey
"Be open to diplomacy, or fall to God's Light." -Vesryn Desavi Xilleth, The Silver Saber of Okarthel.
A reed spear treated by ash and heat is launched towards the grounds of the village that led up to the natives greatest encampment.
"Tribesmen, Leaders, and Chieftains-
Women and Children; I speak of this no more than a man of Goddesses and the Poisoned Waters.
I have grown tired of your antics, your sacking of settlements, your peoples assaulting good men and women.
I know not of your culture: I care not, for your culture. I do not care of your hunting parties much more than
my men will once they've crossed the seas again. I care not for your honor, your pride, or your stupid language.
Open your peoples for diplomacy, this will be the last time."
Below the parchment is written in ashen ink.
"Your terms are as follows, and very simple so.
In exchange for safety, free-passage within the Northern Provinces of this Isle,
all men and women past the southern river are free men, never to be attacked
by your kind ever again.
Furthermore, your tribesmen will be treated as equals with those of Irons and
of the Sea itself. The practice of your gods will still be instated, as I care not for
your culture, your peoples as much as I should.
You will ride only in the north, and colonize, the north. I will see nothing less.
Should you accept these terms and in the future they are broken, I can assure you
that there are worse things than death. You have forced my hand in writing these.
Once again, I am open to diplomacy."
And so did the sundered privateer have these terms sent by use of a spear.
"Gott Mit Uns."
Meta Bappir (someone tag Ze) @techmonkey
