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Sitting at the table was a young noblewoman, and one that looked rather out of it. Her light brown hair was frazzled by recent events, and her large, rounded glasses were ever so slightly askew, but at least her great chest was no longer heaving with horror. Somehow, the gown she wore was left relatively unmarked by all the fighting as well. Forest green, with black trim at the sleeves and torso, with the front lace crisscrossing over her slender waist; it emphasized the curved and strained white partlet she wore under it all and over her chest. A local beauty. But one that was distressed, yet untouched by the chaos that unfolded.
A miracle considering what she had witnessed.
"Do my...do my eyes deceive me?" Adelaide spoke down at her cup of tea in haunted disbelief. "It can't be possible. Seeing a dozen or so Ostlandi from the far, far east was a sight. But seizing control of an elvish City-State?" she shook her head in disbelief. Opposite her at the tea table was her counterpart, the Elvish Consul of this fair city; unlike her, his white and purple robes were torn, stained with a bit of someone else's blood, and his right eye was swelling. On top of that, one of his long, pointed ears was somehow crooked.
"If only they did," Faustus sourly remarked, running a hand through his now-messy blond hair. The legionnaires and centurions both couldn't stop them. Impossibly fast, impossibly strong, it was as though they were fighting hobgoblins that could move with the grace of the wind. To the elf, they were as terrifying and deadly as they were beautiful. Not that his pride would ever allow him to admit that. Staring daggers at the smallest of them, who were all clearly backing the noblewoman, he asked, "So, what are your terms?"
"I don't know - it wasn't my intention to take over your little nation," the little Neko replied, much to the elf's chagrin. Standing at just seven inches tall, Sif's green eyes stared up at him with a smoldering fury that couldn't be hidden. Magic or not, it was all useless if someone couldn't cast it fast enough, and Nekovalkyrja were fast. "The vast majority of us are soldiers, as you saw, not diplomats or even spies, so you'll have to forgive them for not tricking you into allowing us to move on peacefully." Though this elvish Consul figured out they were from a foreign nation and planned on crucifying them, he at least didn't figure out much more, and was stopped short of anything else. Looking at the Star Army Soldiers, Sif asked,
"What do you all think?"
They still had a lost friend to find, and not to mention this planet's secret behind all the 'magic'. Having at least a base of operations, and one in the middle of this forest that the other nations kept away from, wasn't sounding like such a bad idea after all.
Planetary Name Pending
Sitting at the table was a young noblewoman, and one that looked rather out of it. Her light brown hair was frazzled by recent events, and her large, rounded glasses were ever so slightly askew, but at least her great chest was no longer heaving with horror. Somehow, the gown she wore was left relatively unmarked by all the fighting as well. Forest green, with black trim at the sleeves and torso, with the front lace crisscrossing over her slender waist; it emphasized the curved and strained white partlet she wore under it all and over her chest. A local beauty. But one that was distressed, yet untouched by the chaos that unfolded.
A miracle considering what she had witnessed.
"Do my...do my eyes deceive me?" Adelaide spoke down at her cup of tea in haunted disbelief. "It can't be possible. Seeing a dozen or so Ostlandi from the far, far east was a sight. But seizing control of an elvish City-State?" she shook her head in disbelief. Opposite her at the tea table was her counterpart, the Elvish Consul of this fair city; unlike her, his white and purple robes were torn, stained with a bit of someone else's blood, and his right eye was swelling. On top of that, one of his long, pointed ears was somehow crooked.
"If only they did," Faustus sourly remarked, running a hand through his now-messy blond hair. The legionnaires and centurions both couldn't stop them. Impossibly fast, impossibly strong, it was as though they were fighting hobgoblins that could move with the grace of the wind. To the elf, they were as terrifying and deadly as they were beautiful. Not that his pride would ever allow him to admit that. Staring daggers at the smallest of them, who were all clearly backing the noblewoman, he asked, "So, what are your terms?"
"I don't know - it wasn't my intention to take over your little nation," the little Neko replied, much to the elf's chagrin. Standing at just seven inches tall, Sif's green eyes stared up at him with a smoldering fury that couldn't be hidden. Magic or not, it was all useless if someone couldn't cast it fast enough, and Nekovalkyrja were fast. "The vast majority of us are soldiers, as you saw, not diplomats or even spies, so you'll have to forgive them for not tricking you into allowing us to move on peacefully." Though this elvish Consul figured out they were from a foreign nation and planned on crucifying them, he at least didn't figure out much more, and was stopped short of anything else. Looking at the Star Army Soldiers, Sif asked,
"What do you all think?"
They still had a lost friend to find, and not to mention this planet's secret behind all the 'magic'. Having at least a base of operations, and one in the middle of this forest that the other nations kept away from, wasn't sounding like such a bad idea after all.