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RE: All Kingdom - MANDATORY - Wichita - 10-27-2015 Wichita gentle southern belle of Heaven's Gates RE: All Kingdom - MANDATORY - Voudou - 10-27-2015 She heard the calls, both of them. Voudou paced back and forth, keeping her distance for now. How could she really be expected to join the meeting if Mast didn't even know she was back? Then again, if he were to later find out she had been lurking and avoided the meeting altogether things could be worse. Eventually she stopped and simply stared in the direction she should be headed, the Mother Tree, that beautiful plant that seemed to hold all the life and spirit of the entire territory. A snort and an eye roll later the black vixen finally moved off with a grumpy, stiff walk that had her feet landing heavy and firm against the ground. Because of her indecisivness Voudou was late, and it appeared that her once small herd had grown quite a bit. Her eyes scanned, looking for familiar faces of any sort. Sidra, Mast... that silver mare with the weird accent. What was her name again? Something that started with W, didn't matter too much. What really surprised the cold mare was the seemingly endless flurry of children (or younger horses at least). Where did all these brats come from anyway? Her legs pulled her forward and the fae planted herself just outside the group, hoping to go unnoticed by most. Of course, she hadn't heard anything anyone had said at this point, but she also didn't care as she wasn't planning on contributing. RE: All Kingdom - MANDATORY - Camelia - 10-30-2015 the ghost of a girl that i want to be mostthe shell of a girl i used to know well camelia RE: All Kingdom - MANDATORY - magnus - 11-01-2015 He is still as the meeting continues, his body tense and ever ready for the fight. It would be clear, even to the untrained eye, that he was a soldier—a fighter, a warrior. He had been born into it and readied for it from the first breath. Both his parents had been monarchs of allied kingdoms—one of which was the kingdom that was the wolf and their doorstep. Unfortunately, he had once been Lord of that same kingdom. Of course, he was not deceptive of his time spent at the Chamber, nor his ties there, but that did not mean that he brought it up often. It was history now. In the past. Minus his panther-father roaming through the mountains, there was little reason for him to be tied to the kingdom of fog and pine. So he says nothing, his mouth a grim slash across his handsome (if not scarred) features as he listens to their King, taking the time to meet the gaze of each new horse to join the group and nodding his head at them. Kingdom manners were yet another thing that had been trained in him. When the group becomes mostly silent, he turns his attention to Mast, finding himself grateful that Heaven had a good King at the helm. He had seen what it was like when the kingdom fell under the rule of an undeserving leader. “My visit to the Amazons was not as fruitful as we all would like,” he says, his voice deep and husky. “I do not think they view an alliance with us as…beneficial to their kingdom.” It is hard for him to begrudge Lagertha that. It was hard enough to rule a kingdom, and not every decision could be made for the good of others. She had to put the sisterhood first and foremost. He understood, even if it had stung. He looks to Mast. “You can journey there, and I would be happy to accompany you, but I don’t think even a visit from the King will do much to change their mind. The sisterhood is not one to be easily swayed.” He glances to Kronk. “I hope your diplomatic mission fared better than mine.” Magnus is silent for a second, thinking, “If I am to speak bluntly,” he addresses the group of them, “we do not currently have much to offer in terms of an alliance. We are asking kingdoms to form an alliance with us based on their good graces—and, perhaps, their pity.” His expression sours on this word. “So perhaps focusing on building up our alliances is not the best use of our time. Instead, perhaps, we focus on building up internally. Adding good soldiers. Training our diplomats. To successfully do that though, we need a purpose, a clear one. What makes Heaven’s Gates different from the other kingdoms?” He pauses to look at them before continuing on. “To me, it’s a haven. A safe place. We are where the battered and the bruised and the weary can come to rest their head. So perhaps the greatest card to play would be the honest one. We open our borders to those individuals and let them know they can find rest here. There is no judgment. We do not turn away. We protect the tired with our soldiers and we fight on their behalf. If someone comes to us weak, we negotiate with the Falls for access to their healing waters—even if it means one of us serves a sentence in their kingdom. If someone comes to us the victim of abuse, our soldiers fight for them on the challenge grounds. We care for them when they are here.” His eyes are bright, “We carve out a name for ourselves. People will come to a kingdom with purpose more easily than they will come to a kingdom that has nothing to offer—and when people come, we will become stronger. And when we are strong, we can stand against the Chamber and give the other kingdoms not only a reason to stand with us, but the belief that we can prevail.” He takes a deep breath, feeling the truth of it sing through his veins. “Thank you for the gift of wings, Mast. I promise to follow where you lead.” RE: All Kingdom - MANDATORY - Kronk - 11-02-2015 Kronk accepted his king’s gift with an honored, reverent silence. He nodded solemnly, even as the feeling of unworthiness washed over him. He had done very little to deserve those wings, and what he had tried to accomplish had yet to prove fruitful. Still, he would accept them, and he would spend his time endeavoring to deserve them. He listened to Mast, and then to Magnus, as the others gathered. They were, it appeared, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Kronk knew how he wanted to proceed, but it would appear they would need to be patient. They would need to bide their time. Finally, Kronk spoke, wishing he had something more concrete to add. “I’m sorry to say I have to disappoint you, Magnus. My visit to the Falls went about as well as you would expect. They told me to come back when we had the Deserts, Amazons or Dale pledged to our cause.” Kronk smiled wryly for a moment. It was not the worst thing they could have told him. They couldn’t have told him to go away and never come back. “The Amazons have made their decision, so it would appear that list has been shortened to the Deserts or the Dale.” Kronk considered again, trying to piece together snatches of diplomacy and of tact that floated in and out of his mind. “I agree with Magnus, we need to build from within, and we should do so with the idea of making the Gate’s a haven. That being said, Tiberios is not going to easily give us access to the Falls’ healing waters. We would need to make a trade.” Kronk considered for a moment. Perhaps sending someone to serve in the Falls would be sufficient. However, did they have anyone to spare? He shook his head. “We’re exposed without allies. But, perhaps this isn’t a chicken or egg situation. We could build from within while continuing to look for support.” Their kingdom was growing, slowly and surely, but growing. They needed to recruit and then they needed to train those recruits. After a pause, Kronk looked to Mast, a solider waiting for orders. |