Winds Across The Plains(Manna x Durandal)

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Kath sat aboard his mount, watching the grass of the plains rustle and flow in waves as the wind blew across it. His mount was one of the wargs of his clan, known for their intelligence, strength, intelligence and ferocity. The orc reached down to pat the warg on the side of the neck and rub him gently, the beast rumbled softly in response, Kath had named this one Mason, for the warg was built every bit as sturdy and solid as a wall itself, he was being very patient today.

They all were.

The War Chief of the Battlesong Clan was waiting at the designated location, they had all been surprised when the elves had sent out a courier with a message. No one was more surprised however than Kath when the contents of the message were made known. The elves wanted an alliance, they wanted military aid and were prepared to offer a number of things, but the most surprising of them was a particular 'item' if you could even call it that.

Kath had been offered the hand of a beautiful (or so he'd been told) elven woman in marriage if he accepted the terms of the alliance. This was something he simply was unsure of how to feel about yet, or even what to think, so he had tentatively responded that he wanted to meet and work out the details in person, and a message had come back with an agreement to do so. The fact the elves had not only agreed to do this on the Anzari Plains, but also on the Battlesong Clan's own territory spoke volumes of how much the elves seemed to want this, which Kath felt did not bode particularly well if they were that desperate.

This was the meeting place, he'd had a large yurt set up beforehand, and a small handful of his warriors near him, who patrolled the area looking rather bored truthfully. Even if this was some sort of double-cross (which Kath doubted), he was not particularly worried about the elves. That said, he had still kept a large warband nearby that could be called with a single breath on his horn if the need arose.

For the time being, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, focusing on the spirits of nature all around him. Immersing himself in the sensation of the vast interconnected web of the energies of life that flowed through the plant and animal life around him, his warriors, and the earth and sky itself. It was always a calming ritual, but also good practice for allowing one to be prepared to call upon the nature spirits that protected his people.

He knew his warriors were bored, his mount was bored, their mounts were bored. But as always the War Chief had counseled and did his best to teach patience, as he often said to the members of his clan "The patient hunter, gets the prey." So for now he merely was trying to pass the time, the elves were not late, he was merely early as he had wanted to set up a relatively comfortable place to set up, and to show some hospitality.

Though the orc admitted he wasn't sure what elves would consider pleasant refreshments or amenities. Kath could only hope he did not offend his guests, the elves were more wealthy and prosperous with their trade than the orcs were, that was for certain. What he could offer would be more humble outside one of the orcs major cities, and since they were meeting on the border that wasn't possible.

It wasn't that the orcs were poor per se, but there was simply no way their raiding could compete with the large nation of elves and their clever mercantile skills. That was a large part of why Kath had agreed to this meeting of course, the idea of having trade relations with the elves was intriguing and had the potential to greatly enrich his people, to improve their lives.

Suddenly Mason barked softly, alerting his master that someone was approaching...
 
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  • Hell hath no fury like that of a woman's scorn. Or so the saying had went though it may have paled in comical fashion once Yurile had come within her office upon the perched front of the great waterfront. All doe eyed and nervous, nearly shuttering like the last clinging leaf as winter begun to hammer upon with get frigid gouts! Wearing the teal and white colours of Mistmoore, etched upon messenger tabard being the great anchor face that claimed their alliance to the regency of their land and of course the charter. Something she was part of, near the top of, and yet to see that of the man slipping in with the sort of dead man's look whilst holding a letter, she could have guessed he was premeditating his fate. For there was no truer response than her flaring vehemence that came simply from a few scrawled words. No doubt done as such to be concise and to the point.

    If her uncle thought it would spare him from her, the man was surely on his way to being a senile and dead king. For she was no item for trade! The sheer audacity he had to take her merit as a daughter of the hierarchy and to crown her with the means of expectations. Of customs long since archaic in her mind, he must have had an ace up his sleeve or he feared what was happening beyond their borders more than the temper that could rise swiftly.

    No less, her father had agreed. The two had collected together in her absence to scheme. To taper this damnable design of a request that had already been sent across the land to those who were to be requested –begged rather- for aid. And she, was one part of the bartering chip.

    It had not been a quite eve for several days within the elven port. With voices gossiping hungrily upon the slivers of information passed from mouth to mouth, it had served to keep those men under her command perfectly amicable. Trying their best to avoid the furious ire that was rolling upon her being with every passing second. Wandering like a plague through the dockyard with inspections, surely her best luck would have been some rogue raider trying to make off with new supplies. So it might allow her to vent anger in the form of noble heroism. Instead of simply lashing out at some poor unfortunate soul.

    All of this was ample in her mind. Looking amongst the thicket of condensed thriving forest lands untouched by hands of civil worlds, the sharp of ears were rested upon a half rest. Eyes of deep sanguine looking past the speckled nose while father and a few selected others of the bare best of Mistmoore's guard had come to compile with the asking of meeting. Though they were hardly much more than young boys with barely outgrown dreams of being dashing sword clashing heroes. Dressed in leather rather than plate since they would most likely topple out of their saddles if they wore anything too heavy. Herself keeping the thicket of cloak tugged about her shoulders to avoid any unnecessary staring, she could feel her father's attention periodically upon her.

    Having long since given up outright glaring at his sheer betrayal at bartering like some bloody sack of salt for oats! Her only merit right now that was in her favour was the fact her mother had not come along. They had no reason to be having some stupidly ornate carriage being pulled through the uncut path's of land because she refused to ride on any beasts back.

    As the very thought was enough to have her lay a palm in passing brush upon the indigo pelt of the gazelle like creature, strong back facing horns reared from the animal's head. Burnished in a ashen stone hue to near black at the base of protrusions; the talbuck was a wonderful creature. Not to say they were completely sentient but smart enough to train for many purposes; she had often enjoyed going for rides with Morrow. Appreciating the creatures calm nature often. It was just too bad it wasn't doing much for her now.

    "There." She heard the strength of his voice, tugging attention to peek at the elder man. His own red hues soft upon her while the whole of lower half of face was pressed into a forced smile. Beard etched with salt and pepper alike, she simply met his smile with a thinning of stare.

    As much as she hated the idea, her father knew her loyalty to her home and people would outweigh her irritation. They were on the edge of a threatening war with an obvious loss on their hands due to their lack of army and well, lack of really ever trying to conceal the fact they were poorly equipped in such. For what they did and how profitable Mistmoore was, it was only a matter of tell till someone else decided they wanted in on that pie. Rather than sharing, it would be easier to annihilate them and take over. An ugly reality that even she knew she couldn't ignore.

    With that steady thought, vision came upwards. Looking upon the arrangement of a building and hulking silhouettes of the nomadic honour bound people; she felt her lips press into a grim line.

    Was this truly how this was to go. To shirk all her achievements and responsibilities of her occupation to become some wife to someone she suspected might sooner toss each other over shoulder for the mere amusement! Rude of her to think of course, but she couldn't entirely help it. Orcs weren't well known save for being bulwarks of strength and pillars of war. Courageous people yes, but she doubted there was any real civility there. Not to mention would they even speak the same language? She knew elven naturally and common, and a bit of dwarfish from trades across the ocean –though that was rusty at best- it made her mind quietly reel.

    "Lo," One of the guards raised their voice in deep announcement as not to arrive startling anyone, his own common tongue struggling to prove just how little they had been trained in broader spectrums. "Mistmore greets," The man continued thumping a hand across his chest in a deep measure of respect. She had to at least applaud that, he was trying.

    Though that might have been due to the fact that if any of these orcs decided they didn't like what was happening, they'd be dog food. "Duke Argave, has come as per your warchief's asking, with Lady Argrave!"

    lady... bleh.


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    Name Poppy Argrave
    Age Twenty Eight
    Height 5'8"
    Weight 150lbs
    Eyes Sanguine Red
    Hair Black with Purple Undertones
    Species Crescent Elf
    Notable Markings
    • Feathered freckling around each apple of cheek and over nose, some on shoulders and hips. Not entirely pebbled.
    • Along the upper right of ribs, runs a pale scar about four inches long.
    • Binding of Isyn on right hand
    Homeland Mistmoore
    Capital Azamari
    Deity Isyn: Goddess of Sea and Trade
    Nobility Status Duchess/Diplomat
    Occupation Warf Master/Merchant
    Alliance Mistmore Charter
    Voice Claim Erika Ishii
    Family:
    • Father: Sanson Agrave (third in line)
    • Mother: Marigold Agrave
    • Younger Sister: Lisianthus Agrave

    Personality
    Generally known to be usually laid back and level keel, the young elven woman is commonly forgotten as a being of a rather high nobility status. She tends to try and think about manners in a critical fashion, putting forth logic over anger. Though to assume that she is perfect and can keep her tongue civil would be a lie. Everyone has a point of pushing past patience and moving into straight ruffled anger. Not one to pull punches, Poppy overall is a tactical mind. And, she tends to like to extend such things through card games, typically poker. In turn she can be seen in the elven standards as very unladylike.
    Background:
    Born the eldest of the esteemed third in line to the Mistmoore royalty, Poppy was to say a bit of a surprise. Not because of her birth but the reality that she was the first female born to the Agrave line in at least four decades. Their line was rich with male blood and a rather fortuitous family tree that was successful. One might have suggested they had been smiled upon by their Seafarer Deity for such luck; the surprise that she was the first female in some time certainly drew attention to the third in line.
    For this reason it might be kindly implied to the tenacious will that coloured the young soul from the day she could form babbling sounds. Pigheaded might be a generous statement for some of her behaviours, there was not a day in singular construction that she did not challenge the means of everyday affairs. Sparing her mother and father no expense, suggesting she was prone to being more of a tomboy than a fair lady as Marigold may have wished. Etiquette lessons skipped for bouts of playing in dirt. Lady in waiting instructions ignored to sit in on her father's private lectures of diplomacy. Pampering and preening was often decided as a chore rather than denoting focus into means of running the docks and watching ships pass into the open sea. Poppy was for the lack of a better word, a rogue child.
    Even as she aged and her mother had that of Lisianthus to dote upon, Poppy took swiftly under the means of her father's keen care and eye. When she was allowed too, she'd accompany him on trips across the ocean and conduct embassy and diplomatic means. Finding a keen enjoyment with both sailing and tactician flare.
    By the age of twenty five, she had successfully inducted herself as a trader within the Mistmore Charter and only recently coming to take the title of Warf Master. Sadly putting her feet more on flat ground as she oversees the docks. What comes in, what goes out. Forecasts the means of goods and what is necessary for the crown to look into trading afar or near.
    Her fate had only changed to meet a new need when the rise of their borders had begun to sour and war was licking at their heels. With so many males in their family and the first of age woman, it was only bound to default that she was selected to take the mantle of becoming the goods in the means of building an alliance with a very unlikely candidate.
    Tidbits of Intrigue:

    • Sarcasm is an art, not a life: Whilst fully educated and can speak with a respectful manner; Poppy can be known to be sardonic and snide when she's irritated. Not so much that she has a chip on her shoulder but she finds laughter to be a good ice breaker in any manner, even if it is laced with some snippy commentary.
    • Does not like to sit and wait. More of a go getter attitude, she is not afraid to get her hands dirty. Literally or figuratively. While she is considered royalty in a sense, she will roll in mud and rough it with the gruff sort.
    • Not the largest fan of birds



  • Elven City - Azamari

    Ruling Crown
    • King Salman Argrave -- Queen Allegra Argrave
    • Duke Gideon Argrave -- Duchess Valentia Argrave
    • Duke Sanson Argrave -- Duchess Marigold Argrave


 
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The elves appeared, and they were a sorry bunch, or so Kath thought as he looked at them with a critical eye. The 'escort' if you could call them that didn't even look able to properly hold their weapons, let alone fight. If this was the kind of military they had...Kath could see why they wanted an alliance of sorts.

"Lo!" Said one of the escorts "Mistmore greets." The statement was made in a stumbling manner that suggested the elf wasn't sure how to speak common very well, or was trying to find a dialect he thought Kath's people would understand. The elves had come here without even being able to speak any Orcish.

A faint ripple went through some of his warriors, but Kath felt a surge of pride in them as they never said anything nor changed their expression, though he felt their anger at the insult, and motioned for them to calm themselves. Looking back to the elves he listened further.

"Duke Argave, has come as per your warchief's asking, with Lady Argrave!"

Kath chuckled faintly in amusement, maybe they thought his kind were simple barbarians? If so they were about to be in a surprise as Kath replied back in fluent Elven "The Duke is welcome here on the Plains, come and join us in the tent that was set up for this meeting!" Some of the elves did indeed show signs of shock on their faces, and Kath inwardly grinned, taking definite delight in their surprise at the fact that the orc spoke their language.

"We have refreshments, though I do not know if they will be equal to anything the elves bear from their cities, come and sit with me in my yurt, I must apologize for the humble arrangements, if it were possible we would have met in the capital of the Battlesong Clan, a city to the southeast of here, come! come!"

The bride that was being offered had not escaped Kath's notice, but he did not want to gawk at her, he had been able to tell with but a single glance of his eyes that she was very displeased to be here, which he couldn't really fault her for. Dismounting from Mason he uttered a few words to a number of orcs who came to take the warg away, who grumbled as that happened, but Kath merely told the beast in Orcish "Peace Mason, peace."

Then Kath walked to the entrance of the yurt and held the flap open for his guests, and bid them come. This move was calculated on his part, even if some of the orcs around him blinked or frowned in faint confusion, but they shook it off quickly, they used to Kath acting in 'un orc like' ways from time to time.

What the move was calculated for of course, was to make his guests feel welcomed, and to show some humility on Kath's part, the idea being to throw them off a bit, for he doubted they could imagine an orc behaving like he does. But that was the point wasn't it? Kath was trying to throw them off, keep them guessing as to what kind of man he was.

Kath had to admit he was impressed by the Duke, the man was cunning, and had not shown an inkling of surprise or that anything had perturbed him this entire time.

The War Chief observed his guests as they entered, giving a polite nod to each, this time however he got a better chance to observe the woman who had been offered up as a bride to him. Kath locked eyes with her for a moment, and felt to his surprise a faint bit of his breath be stolen away, by Orc standards she wouldn't be considered much but to him...

She was beautiful

If very angry, which made him want to smile, but he kept it from his face.

Once all his guests were in, he gestured for them to sit at the table in slight off to the side of the yurt, in the center itself was a fire where the smoke lifted out of an opening at the top, it warmed the tent and kept the chill out. Orc Nagra (menials, servants) came and brought out the refreshments, the best mead Kath had, then food was brought to the table.

The food itself was varied and unique, but Kath had made sure to pick things he thought the elves would find palatable. There were sweet cheeses, carefully roasted meats with a honey glaze, melons, peppers and other vegetables that grew on the ground, all prepared carefully. Kath smiled at the surprise he saw on some of the guards faces, though he was impressed once again that the Duke merely nodded with a faint smile at the table.

Still, the elven guards had given Kath the information he wanted, that they had expected some utterly savage and barbaric, primitive food, nothing like this.

Kath also saw they were surprised...and suspicious, at the lack of guards in the tent, Kath was by himself in here, the Nagra were waiting outside, and then to his surprise, one of the guards broke protocol, and Kath saw a flicker of faint surprise before it was quickly quashed by the Duke as one of them asked "Why do your guards wait outside? Surely you would wish to make a show of strength, are you not concerned we might be assassins?"

The Duke merely turned and glanced at the guard, who paled and went silent. Kath merely chuckled out loud and with a smile said "No, the spirits tell me that you are sincere in your intentions here, they would warn me if you had malice in your hearts." The Duke's eyebrow quirked up and he asked simply "Some kind of magic...?"

Kath shrugged "Shamanism, my people are in touch with the world around us, we do not build grand cities because we wish to live in tune with nature, to keep the land, air, and water pure, this is one reason we fight humans."

"But enough of that for now, take some moments to eat the food if it pleases you, drink and refresh yourselves, then we can begin these talks." Then Kath surprised everyone, as he turned to the woman he would learn was named Poppy "However, I will have these talks with her, her future is at stake here, and she deserves to be able to voice her opinions on things."
 
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It wasn't exactly a rude thought to have but perhaps a bit more of the mortified value when it came to the grouping of young men that pretended to be guards. That she probably knew how to defend herself better than they did, as expected sometimes sailing across the expansive ocean was met with those that wanted your goods. To be defenceless was a surefire way to ask for their materials to be taken and lives to be lost, so she had spent time learning the control of a sword and such. Not to say she was a master by any means, but capable enough to hold her own. To offer a strong offense that was typically enough to keep herself alive. Not always did they win such skirmishes but considering that her title had been lifted to one of the heads of the charter, she would consider herself good enough to be noteworthy.

Here however, in the midst's of the great wilds with her own and her father's safety put into inexperienced hands? Yes, that was the part that was horrific.

She had to steal an eye towards the controlled parent whilst the lead footman began his best attempt to speak in tongue that was deemed common for a reason. Sounding weak in the throat as she had to control her own need to roll eyes at the effort. Surely her uncle ought to be embarrassed for the fact his own guard –the term was becoming looser by the second- as surely their lack of training in plenty of ways could easily be seen as a insult.

A crew that was sent to conduct trade was trained. Told what they needed to know before being able to even be selected as a part of the assignment.

This was surely about to become a new thing for her to chew the king's ear off about, if she ever seen the man again.

Rather than stew needlessly on topics that were intending to distract her from the fact that they were here; the deep sound of the large orc that seemed to be the spearhead response swiftly spoke with a clean and easy control of their fluttery language. Comically the strongest telltale sign to their surprise was how ears lifted. Eyes naturally rounding save for the easy comfort that didn't split across her father's face. Sure that even her own had given slight surprise but was promptly corrected as not to be a gawping child in shock!

Finding her parent slow consideration moving over his shoulder, a silent beckon that they were to dismount. Swinging leg off the left side of Morrow saddle to come upon the ground. Tucking the reins up around the horn of the saddle, to leave him to graze quietly. Having more faith in her companion than others, though Morrow would have stuck close anyways to her father's talbuk. They rarely separated in their herd like mentality, trained well enough not to need a reason to be tucked into a pen. The men did much the same, though they looked a little less organized than herself and Sanson did. Noting that as the elder man offered a look around, he was chuckling subtly. Leave it to him to find none of this potentially worrisome.

Rather smoothing out the thick cover of cloak that hung over surprisingly simple clothing. Favouring a travel tunic and trousers with soft boots, there was little reason to gussy up when they were out so far. Nor did she particularly like to herself. The only times she was forced to dress up was when she had to attend gala's under the name of the charter. Adopting her best warfmaster attire whilst avoiding any sort of gowns. Finding the damn things too irritation and catching around her legs to effectively move. Sure to this day not to understand how her little sister enjoyed it so!

They moved in silence together by the invitation of the seemingly head orc. Warchief she believed he would have called but had yet to be corrected mentally, eyes were busy passing themselves over the modest encampment. While she wouldn't say it outloud, there was a strong approval there. Preferring simple herself, there was little about her that was glam or ostentatious.

Similarly her father was noting the arrangement of buildings settled. Looking pleased himself, allowing her to take some of that calm to wrap around herself. Hard to believe that even at this age, she still preferred to stay close to her father out of the sense of security. He was the first man she ever fell in love with after all, which most daughters would. He set the standard for her to believe what was to be expected in a male counterpart by how he treated her mother. Her sister. The staff and others, always having a patient hand, though he was prone to impish teased periodically. Having been taught by his guiding ways of how to be a diplomat and a seafarer, it was true that her heart was knocking violently upon her ribcage now. Glimpsing the back of whom she supposed was the warchief inviting them into a yurt, and wondered just how the hell was he supposed to measure up to the man she knew her entire life!

Cooling lungs with a hushed breath as they were entering the place, naturally her attention gravitated all around the open area. To the fireplace settled within the centre as a convivial gathering spot, then towards the table that would be the placement for items to be rested. It took her a solid moment to realize that the particular sensation she felt was in fact real, turning the rounds of crimson rings around to locate the source that was promptly locked with the large orc. Left to silently observe another, merely grateful that he wasn't sporting a bullish nose ring that would demand to be rattled upon like a doorknocker, the full of mouth pulled slightly downwards. Subtle but noticeable when she was the first to look away. Mentally cursing the want to scrunch up brows into a gnarly scowl but moved past to keep in stride with that of her father. Temporarily refusing to unclasp her own cloak as though if she could keep it tugged around her, she'd be nothing more than a floating head!

Then it happened.

The naivety that came with the entrance of a few of the guards and their idiotic mouths. Which she knew was an infraction the moment her father's gentle expression had a hard stony glint in similar coloured eyes. Angled at the guard who rightly knew his mouth had opened in ways that were horrible.

Though she had to lend credit, the warchief was patient. Speaking of spirits and having heard them express their intentions were sincere. She had a bit of magic herself, which was graced to many of the elven culture but many weren't that practiced. Herself it was bare minimum. Made for lighting candles really handy though. But her father lent the strength of his voice to quiz as well.

About magic. Of course.

Which was corrected into Shamanism.

Her thoughts promptly searching over the world in her earlier years of study. She knew of it, but not how it worked. So she couldn't expressively say much in reply to it or to sound particularly entertaining. But he said something that made her father hum knowingly.

Humans.

Yet rather than delve into that glaring topic, the man shooed it aside. A tactical choice surely, which would split into her glimpsing up towards him from under darkened lashes. Making an obvious point now that she was studying him when he expressed forwardly that these talks would be without others, between him and her.

Well, he was bold. But so was she –which could be a problem. Under the cloak she folded her hands, unseen due to keeping it closed. "My future may be at stake, warchief but regardless of my less than tempered reservations, I know the importance of more. People's lives. Not just our own, but other cultures." She spoke with a easy breath having decided not to bother with the elven dialect. Choosing common for a purpose and letting its control speak that she was not as uneducated as her damnable guards. It was too bad she didn't know orcish, for it surely would have been worth the astonishment. "Let the duke and his guards eat then. I'd sooner get to brass tax than dance around this topic like two confused toddlers."

She practically heard her father closing his eyes in a pressed way. "You say my future is at stake, but what of yours warchief?" Angling chin upwards to level unwavering view from him, she knew enough to know that orcs weren't the sort who liked dishonourable sorts. And she, damn well, would not be that!
 
Kath said nothing for a time, observing his bride to be with a measured gaze. After a minute or so, a sound filled the silent yurt.

The War Chief was laughing, a deep chuckle was resonating within his chest, building into a crescendo that transformed into a full bellied laugh that went on for several moments before he managed to get a hold of himself. Wiping some tears from his eyes Kath finally spoke "Hahaha! I think I like you very much, that is exactly the kind of fire that is respected around here!"

Collecting himself again, though now he was smiling. Kath noted that the Duke had let out a soft breath of relief, but he kept his eyes on both of them. "To answer your very pertinent question Poppy, I'm interested in the offers of trade and supplies that are in short supply on the Plains." Then he barked out an order in Orcish, and after a moment one of his warriors entered, clad in black plate armor.

The elven guards shifted looking nervous, for this orc looked like he could take them all out without breaking a sweat. The armor covered him from head to toe, and Kath had brought him in for two reasons. The first was to demonstrate the orcs were capable craftsmen. For the armor was masterfully and lovingly made, the interlocking plates enameled with a gold alloy to make it stronger, the black metal itself had a sheen that seemed to absorb light.

This warrior was, to say the least rather intimidating looking, and very well protected, it looked like he could wade into his enemies and tear them apart, on his back was an enormous battleaxe, that was likewise incredibly well made. Kath spoke then and gestured to the warrior "This is an example of why your offer interested me, my people are not poor by any means, but the reality is we have no neighbors willing to trade with us."

"The humans, as you know are often belligerent and shortsighted, to our south are the kobolds, but they are isolationist and refuse to have dealings with us...and our people have never really interacted before, we have never reached out to you before, which I believe was a mistake."

Kath stood up walked over to the orc warrior and rapped his knuckles on the plate armor "What we are looking for from this alliance is trade, we have our own goods we can make and offer, your people can also offer us materials that are...in short supply around here." With that he gave a node to the warrior, who saluted and made his way out of the tent.

"The metal used to make that armor is difficult to obtain, we usually can only get it from raiding the humans and melting down their metal weapons and armor, or stealing it from shipments if possible, but the humans are wise to this and know of our desire for these resources, and deny them to us at every opportunity."

Sitting back down, then Kath gestured to the table and the chairs "Believe it or not, this may appear humble to you, but to most orcs a full table with chairs is a very kingly setting, wood is also rare on the plains, and the shamanistic rituals to grow the trees are...costly and draining to perform, so furniture is hard to come by."

Pointing towards the southwest he then told them "Our city took generations to complete because of this, generations of raiding for the wood, painstakingly gathering trees and stone from other sources."

The Duke looked thoughtful at the War Chief's words, but did not say anything just yet so Kath continued and gave his final piece "My people are not poor, nor are we savages as you might have thought, we are only 'savage' in that we choose to live a life more in tune with nature and reject some of the trappings of civilization, but the reality is those same trappings have their advantages, we simply cannot compete with the economic power of the elves, so it is my hope that through this alliance my people can become more prosperous, and perhaps the other clans will see the value and come open to the idea as well."

After a pause, Kath then said "That said...I am curious to see what you are wanting from this, though I suspect I have a very good idea of what you want anyways, I nonetheless want to hear it in your words."
 
It caught her off guard. Not that the sound was unpleasant but rather the sheer force that had him on what she assumed was belly aching from the puncture of deep laughter. Hoping that it was certainly not aimed at her for she wasn't going to be settling down with the idea of becoming a laughing stock. Nor was she going to leap to conclusions that this warchief had found something so utterly amusing that it couldn't stop tickling his funny bone. It would be by that measure of grace that she found relief no sooner when the response came that the type of fiery attitude was respected.

She wouldn't say that was fiery in her own thoughts but if it made a good impression, then so be it. To her it was being blunt and matter of fact. Knowing it had given her father a moment to considering his palpating heart.

Idly she fussed with her hands. Cinching and clenching them in dry wringing to simply keep them active. Attention given to the tall green skin when he seemed to have gathered back his stature and sought to dignify her with a reply. Which she did have to lend immediate credit, he hadn't bothered to dart around his reasoning. They wanted trade and supplies that one could guess easily, they didn't get in abundance. At least not without certain ways of getting such items. Though he had clearly set up a demonstration for within moments of his bellow in the harsh rasp of orcish tongue, another hulking mass entered.

Plated from top to bottom in detail orientated gear that vaguely made her think back to the dwarves. Having seen their artistry from afar when she had been able to walk amongst their lands. Silks for metal. Spices for flux.

Lightly shuffling leathered feet around so she might not have the newest entry at her back, an inspective view made its way across the armour. Detailing it out with eye to simply tilt chin somewhat when the chief spoke. Detailing without explaining everything that they were in need for allowing themselves the merit of trade. To avoid the means of fruitless raiding when instead they could have open waterways to lands that were beyond the ocean. He spoke of armour and weapons, before the means of building materials. Items for their homes and most likely what she suspected would be near luxuries in other ways. Pointing out that their neighbours amongst this land were not intrigued to open their arms to the war styled beings painted by gossip, she found herself quietly humming. Understanding and finding herself rather impressed that the man here proved to be rather sophisticated. Calculated. Shortly causing her thoughts of the savage ways to idly start correcting themselves.

Her father was simultaneously hushed. Thinking with fingers moving against his trimmed beard. Nodding along periodically to show he was still listening but of course, the singular orc within the space made it clear he knew they must have seen them as boorish cave beasts. Pointing out that they were not poor and what they might have seen as humble was in fact ostentatious.

It took a moment once he expressed his intentions clearly for no misconceptions to be construed, before returning the offering of explanation. Opening the floor as it were. Inviting a pique of brow to raise under the violet touched tresses. Stealing a glimpse to her father whom just made a bare motion of his hand. "You speak of the humans with familiarity." Sanson spoke properly then, "It is not merely your people and others that feel the greed that takes from those who are rather prosperous in many venues. Too much so that we come seeking the wit and understanding of men and women who know war. Who know battle."

Poppy didn't hide the smirk then, gesturing at the sad arrangement of guards. "I believe we brought a valid example of just how efficient we have been with creating a force that would protect our lands and people." One of the guards shuffled under her view, "Boys who play with swords and fail to understand that war and protecting lives is not nearly as glamorous as they believe. Now we have the greed of humans and their alliances eyeing up Azamari." The city. "Like starved beasts, licking their lips. What you want from us, warchief, we give willingly. They to want that, but they wish to take it by force. Why share the resources when you can simply wipe out a culture and take it." Poppy stated in a rhetorical value.

Sighing next as cloak fluttered due to her perching hand upon hip. Extending her gaze upwards. "Elves have long since lost their merit to know war or strategy, warchief. With the threat upon our shores, what would take us years to properly train even a bare fraction of valued soldiers, would be in vain. My king... my uncle," she wasn't so sure at this moment merely out of bitterness, "Offers one of his own flesh and blood as proof that we as elves, are in dire need of those who know the measures of tactical knowledge. To help us unit and push back those who lust after what is not theirs. If we trained, we would be wiped out before we could finish. Not to say we would not be best given the guidance of the orc's and their call to honour, but we need your strength. Your courage and the willingness to work with us so we all might flourish."

Poppy took a moment then, and frowned. "Even if I am not thrilled to be the merchandise this time, I will do my duty. I am the physical measure of trade to assure that our treaty will benefit us each. It would be too easy to have commoners be the bargaining chips rather than those who are of what could be considered leadership blood. Though I am not a direct descendant of the king, I am the only female within the hierarchy of age." Lisianthus would not be bartered like a chip, she was still young. Too young to be a bride.

"Though,"

"Poppy," Her father tried his best then knowing she wasn't about to be entirely patriotic.

"If you expect me to be one who sits, cooks and cleans all day, we will have words, Warchief. And they will be unpleasant, I promise you that."
 
Kath laughed again, a big grin brought to his face. His expression could only be described as 'delighted' by the words of this woman. After a moment of collecting himself again, though the grin did not fade he told her "Actually truth be told I was concerned you would be that kind of woman, some meek and submissive, delicate little flower who had no spirit or heart."

The he gestured around them with a hand "Life on the plains can be harsh, and there is always work to be done, we do not have the luxury of treating the sexes differently, everyone is expected to pitch in with work around the Clan, that is not to say there are not specialized roles, but no, you are not expected to do servile tasks merely because of your gender Lady Argrave."

Kath looked then to the Duke and said "Be at ease Lord Argrave, your daughter does not offend, if anything her behavior would be pleasing to my people, we approve of those who speak their minds, who are forceful and direct, we have little patience for intrigue or political maneuvering." Looking at both he addressed them both "I admit, I do not approve of a woman being treated like a commodity, sadly I understand that in order for this alliance to be...firm, this arranged marriage must go through, else I would say that she is free to choose her own path."

The orc grimaced and told her "I wish I could simply allow us to make an alliance without, but I understand the ways of the outside world better than most orcs, though..." Looking at Poppy he laughed softly and said "I admit after seeing your beauty, how brightly your spirit burns, I do not want to let go of you anymore, though I understand if you want nothing to do with me and I will not force you to do anything, you are a free spirit and I will grant you as much of it as I am able."

The War Chief knew that this was a...very progressive take on these kinds of things, at least perhaps from their perspective. Orc marriages were always one of equals, perhaps it helped that both men and women in orc society were physically equal as well and either could do the job of one or the other.

From what he understood, and had seen, it was not that way with other races.

But he mentally digressed, he had to focus on the matter at hand, not on his ruminating about society, physiology and the differences between races. Looking at both them he stated "Regardless, if you can inform me of how soon you need us in your lands, the Battlesong Clan will muster itself for war, and we will march to protect your lands once we finish hammering out the final negotiations here."

Still, despite his focus on the matter, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Poppy, she clearly didn't want this, but he also knew that the marriage had to go through if strong ties were to be made, it was true he could negotiate to allow her off the hook but...that would mean their alliance would likely end up being temporary.

Kath couldn't have that, from a long-term perspective he had to forge a long lasting bond here. If he could do that, he could secure a brighter future for his people, one where the Orcs could better have the resources to defend themselves from their enemies, and enjoy better standards of living.

There was also the matter of just, everyone in this world needs friends, and his Clan was no different, having allies would only strengthen the Clan.

Over the next hour and a half, Kath worked to hammer out the details as he'd said, he wasn't sure what the elves were expecting, but he wondered if they had expected him to be as shrewd a negotiator and businessman as he was. For Kath was ensure that the alliance's terms would be fair and equitable to both parties, perhaps another Warchief might not be able to do so, but Kath had studied and worked hard to master aspects not related to ward.

Logistics, trade, mercantilism. If only because he had believed that a day like this might come, and also to teach clan members when they ventured out alone how to avoid being taken advantage of, and now it was paying off and then some. Perhaps it was his imagination but he thought he saw the beginnings of respect in both the Duke, and the Lady Argrave's eyes at this, perhaps they'd hoped to get one up on over Kath.

It wouldn't work, he wouldn't allow it.

When it was all finished, he sat back in the chair and sighed tiredly, and reached for his glass of mead and drank deeply for several moments. Setting it back down, he asked "Lord Argrave, will you require an escort back to your land?" Looking at Poppy "If it is agreeable to you, we can travel back to my city in preparation for things to come, I must ask...in what customs do you wish to perform the wedding? I am agreeable to either my people's or yours, once that is finished we must prepare for war and march."

Then he smiled faintly and looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze and added "I am also curious to find out what talents you have, you may be useful in ways I cannot imagine yet, these negotiations have already taught me that both of you are cunning, who knows what else you can do?"
 
It took a while before she was comfortable enough to shed aside that of the cloak. Letting it drape around hips and lap while they had begun the process of back and forth. Leaving most of the conversation to her father since she wasn't sure what sort of orders or expectations he had been given from the king. What they could try to haggle with in their favour and how much more they would be willing to give out in reply to what the orc's wanted.

No one really every walked away from such an interaction truly happy with what they had gotten, but it wasn't terrible either. At least from her point of view. Watching her father tapping at the table while searching his thoughts after how the man she learnt his name was Kath, had been rather skilled at negotiations. Proving again that he certainly wasn't the stereotyped style orc that they as elves had perceived. Of course this agreement they were working on wouldn't be iron clad yet, since it still would require the King's eye to assure that what her father had offered or received was suitable. Rather than being taken for a ride in the monarch's eyes.

There was a strong respect for her father of course. The man had been a proven diplomat many of his long years. Often a preferred one on top due to his ability to remain calm and collected but strongly opinionated when he felt something was trying to dupe them into an item that would cause more issues than solutions. In turn, she hardly suspected her parent to have tried something unsavoury with Kath and his people.

Though her attention had considered the large man when he sighed. Making the glass of mead seem miniscule even as it was tipped back and the very thought of this moment signalled a reality she might have been hoping to avoid. "No. While my guards may be boys in armour, I will be fine. I may be old, warchief but not feeble." Her father offered a easy grin that proved that he still knew how to hold his own. Alleviating some of the weight on her chest that simply cam because he was her father. Someone she cared for very much and worried that he might be left on his own. Perhaps unreasonable but she'd be lost without his guidance. Not so ready to be without it either!

However, those curious rings of eyes were upon her. Mentioning that they would travel back to the orc city in which she had to look temporarily at the table. Processing this information before she would nod. Seeming to having nothing out of place there. Yet brows were prompt to scrunch into another, urging her father to barely muffle a laugh at how quick her very visage had twisted into a displeased arrangement. Swiftly stepping in himself, "I think it may be in your best interest warchief to avoid having my daughter do too much of our elven customs. Less you wish to see your future bride running around with a torn off gown in mere scraps and a sword pointed at anyone who might try to offer her flowers." He was mostly kidding but she couldn't help but extend her glare at him.

"Pater... I wouldn't run around with a torn off gown. I just wouldn't put it on." To clarify of course. It would take a dark day in hell before she put on any sort of dress!

This still caused Sanson another melodic laugh. Her fingers pressing upon speckled cheek no sooner as the way Kath smiled while putting her under that studious gaze might have been enough to wonder just what the heck he was looking for! She had already slightly ignored his previous commentary about her being a beauty. Sure he had never seen proper lady elves then! Nor did she know how to make due with the compliment considering, it really wasn't something she got. At least about beauty, she was probably considered more of a tomboy sow in the feminine wiles of elven culture!

Rather than linger on that so she might turn into a bright red tomato, throat was cleared. Looking at him then head on, "You simply have to ask, my lord." She offered simplistically. "I am a merchant taught and diplomat as well. I may not be able to wield around a great axe but I am no simpleton with a sword or dagger. As for my state of cunning, well you would have to thank my pater for that. For he taught me. But of course, I know seeing is believing. Suppose you will just have to wait to see what I may be able to do." Hands came to rest on the table then. "Pater, you will be safe?"

"Dove," A pet name she knew well, "It will all be sound. I have faith that you and the warchief will be able to iron out any additional details that arise while I speak with our king. Until then, we should not waste light. Less your mother worry that I have succumb to the wilderness myself." Chuckling then with strong amusement, he'd push himself up from the table. Herself following suit to move aside the cloak so it may rest upon seat. The soft creak of the cloth and leather covering her with means of protection, squeaking as she was prompt to be tugged into familial grasp. A muttering of just to be safe in an ear before he retracted.

Looking up to Kath with a proper offering of handshake, "Be wary of my daughter, warchief. She is a cutting tongue when she wishes to be."

"Thanks, Pater." Dryly she commented only so she might once more grab the cloak. Seemingly like it was a necessary thing to be constantly aware of.
 
The Warchief shook the Duke's hand and nodded "I understand, when you have your King's decision, send word unto me, though if I am honest I believe he will be agreeable to the terms we have decided on as they are for the most part."

Unless he's a fool

At the Duke's ribbing of his daughter, the Warchief repressed a chuckle, not wanting to embarrass her in front of her father further. Getting to his feet, he clapped his hands and the Nagra came in, he spoke to them for a few moments, instructing them to begin packing everything away, it was time to return to the primary city of the Battlesong Clan, Angarak.

Turning to Poppy he suggested "You may want to retrieve your mount, it is a few days travel to our city, we'll be stopping every night to make camp, for the nights here get very cold." Then he grinned with amusement "There have been bets made that you will be too soft to survive our way of life, but I have a feeling you will be disappointing a lot of clan members very soon, you do not seem soft or weak to me."

Then he leaned in conspiratorially and with a wink whispered "I'm among the ones that bet you'd do just fine, just between you and me." With that he shrugged with amusement and headed out of the yurt, drawing from his belt a horn from a Bruskar, a kind of fierce boar creature mixed with a bear, they were big, dangerous, and belligerent.

A lot like some orcs.

Then he took the horn and blew into it three times, two long notes and a short one. The sound resonated deep and sonorously across the plains, it was the signal to inform the forces nearby that they were to come back to the Warchief, but that there was no danger. As that was done he barked several words in Orcish, and some of his warriors approached "Find the stealthiest among you, and go and make sure the Duke leaves our lands safely," Kath ordered "I will not risk some unforeseen event happening that might cost him his life, for many reasons."

Kath then turned to see where Poppy was, as his warg was brought to him at the same time, it was strange to think that now he had a fiancé, he was engaged to an elf of all things.

Chanting and drums began to be heard close by, his forces had hid at a distance behind a hill, now they approached, the chanting was a rhythmic sounds in tune with the beat of the drums. A thousand orcs marched, in the center of their formation were the great Nagataks, enormous reptilians beasts of burden used by the orcs both as cattle, and for labor.

Most of the ones in the warband were used for hauling the supplies and whatnot, but from two of them hung enormous drums that an orc called a Taraka beat on to a rhythm meant to coordinate and inspire the warband, keeping them in tune and firing them up for a fight.

As the warband came into view, an answering horn to Kath's own sounded off, and he rolled his eyes, his sister knew she was supposed to sound off on the horn the moment she heard his, she'd done this specifically to nettle him, she found it 'amusing' to annoy her older brother by sometimes flaunting the proper protocols.

Kath was generally less amused, but he made sure not to let her know that.

Around the marching orcs were the warg riders, carrying their bows and loping along in a lazy, easy grace. All orcs learned to ride before they could even walk, and so they did it with the ease of an entire lifetime of practice, the bows they carried were small enough to be carried and fired while riding but...

Were still significantly larger than most races typical bow, and then alongside the warriors marched the longbowmen of the orcish clans. These weapons were the true terror, and one the humans had long lamented and cursed, each one stood as tall as an orc itself. It took an exceptional member of another race to be able to draw one of these bows, the arrows they mounted were just as fearsome and deadly looking, about the length of an orcs forearm, and just a bit more, with heads the size of two thumbs put together.

These bows were the most deadly aspect of the orcs military might, it took mighty strong armor and shields to defend against them, and the range was something to behold, for orc longbowmen could strike from at least two thousand feet away from the target, orcs selected for longbow training were chosen for their better than average accuracy.

With these orcs, they trained, constantly, day in and day out with their bows until they could clip the wings off a bird high into the sky with a single well aimed shot.

Kath sat patiently, waiting for them to arrive, as they approached a runner approached, one of the Hakt, a 'sergeant' as a human might call the rank, and spoke "Ho! Ancestors greetings Warchief! We are ready to move, is that the promised bride? She does not look as frilly and weak as some have suggested!"

Looking at the Hakt, after a while Kath told him "I will be teaching her Orcish, so as a word of advice, in the future be wary of making such statements where she might hear you, I can tell you that she will not be afraid to give you the cutting edge of her tongue."

The orc laughed heartily and grinned "Aha! So she is fierce and spirited then?! She will fit in well if that is the case!"

With that the orc moved on as Nagra began packing the last of their things, he'd have to explain later to Poppy that they weren't slaves or a lower class, the word meant 'freeman' in their tongue, and each Nagra was simply an orc who had opted not to live the life of a warrior or craftsman.

More than that, sometimes warriors served as Nagra, and vice versa. He had worked alongside them many a time, but more importantly they were not treated poorly or demeaned for the work they did, he hoped she didn't think they were mere menials or slaves. But he would see what she thought first, in a way he was testing her, to see if she would jump to hasty conclusions about their culture or reserve judgement until she had more information.

When all was ready, he looked to find Poppy so they could begin the march.
 
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Having to bid her father a strong farewell, hoping that regardless of his age that he would be able to navigate and defend himself well. Wishing she could so easily shoo aside the intrusive girlish thoughts that could reach into her skull to suggest that he wasn't so fearless as he once seemed. After all she was not a tiny thing anymore that assumed the man could move land and sea so easily but understood that while her father had been a strong pillar in her life, he was still flesh and blood. Like her. Like everyone. Having to affirm her restless thoughts that he was no slouch in the ways of combat even if they were hardly the ones to call soldiers!

It took a mighty breath to force her to quell the unease that sat in her breast. Watching as they soon mounted and were nothing more than mere specks in the distance. Turning curiously with a risen ear when Kath had beckoned someone in the harsh tongue. They came quick to his command though whatever was said, she had not a clue. Knowing now that this was the time more than ever that she had to stay reserved. Calm. Expressing outwardly that she wasn't a quivering uneasy mess because all of this was new.

When she went on excursions on the large merchant ships, she was never alone. She always had others alongside her that she could rely on. Here? She was one. One person, one elf in the sea of countless orc's! Left to know that she was to protect herself if something came to be and she knew wisely that she couldn't just effortlessly trust that this would all be kosher. It would be foolish to think that! Leaving her exposed.

For now she was left to watch. Avoiding crossing her arms less she expressed she was entirely unimpressed and unamused by her body language; it seemed that within mere moments after the summoned orc by Kath disappeared, that things were going to become very interesting.

And very loud.

Prompting her rather swiftly when the horn was pulled for her to stick her fingers in her ears. Cursing them due to their high sensitivity while looking not particularly pleased about how loud the damn thing was. Detail to it or not or its ability to materialize a mobile army with a few toot toots, she was quite fond of her hearing. She used it daily after all. Though if she thought the things would be given some leeway after the horn bellowing, she was wrong. With large odd looking beasts coming with a monstrous drum attached to its sides being thumped away, she was already trying to think of ways that she might keep her ears safe from all this banging.

Leaving her to simply look like an unhappy child with her hands over the elongated slivers standing out from head. Idly cursing whomever's idea it was to make it so the elves could hear the gods. A stupid wives tale that only assured they didn't like a lot of blasting noises without at least some warning.

At least it kept her mouth shut to simply take in what seemed almost like a war parade of more and more titan like bodies. Male and female all assembling till she was sure that her insides were vibrating from all the foot traffic stomping through, there came a soft sigh of relief when she could finally drop hands. Scraping back the mauve hues of tresses across her scalp whilst attention rose to pin the red rings upon a new approaching hulking orc. She couldn't exactly tell who was who or what their positions were at this time, but it seemed that all of them obviously respected Kath.

Their tongues went harsh once more talking to another with something that she might have felt was akin to two bears growling at another. Just that she could guess there was some commentary about herself by how the two of them seemed to glance at her. Lightly furrowing her brow as if she ought to be preparing to be insulted. Studying Kath's stance to the other man's. That broke into a laugh and a grin.

Not sure she should trust that as fingers drooped back under the safety of her cloak. Truly feeling mentally overwhelmed in all of this but knew it was not meant to be shared. Seemingly finding her husband to be seemingly ready. Scouting where she was then which seemed to be more of her cue only then to go and step away. Milling without a haste to feet to locate the talbuck grazing at his own leisure. So she might approach with open palm to beckon snout into it. Softly scruffing fingers on the soft muzzle with some quiet encouraging words before wandering back to where Kath was. Having Morrow tag along with till she came to stand just a foot or so from Kath. Looking up at him with the sanguine lamps.

"At your leave, warchief." She spoke ceremoniously with the due care to acknowledge his stature. Not about to get on his bad side immediately.
 
For a number of hours, the orcs rode, the drums stopped after a short time, and it appeared they were only used for certain things, and not on a simple ride. Kath had a frowned on his face as he thought about various things, firstly he was thinking about how he'd seen Poppy grab and cover her ears while wincing.

Kath had not exactly been considerate of his soon to be wife, which was not a good way to start things off, he also was musing on how he had spoken in a language she didn't understand right in front of her, so after a while of this thought, he turned to his fiance and with a remorseful expression apologized "Poppy...forgive me, I have been terribly rude, I was not being very considerate of how loud the horns or drum were, and I should not be speaking in a language you do not understand in front of you."

After a pause he then asked "If you would like, I will do my best to warn you of such sounds in the future, I should have thought that perhaps those ears are more sensitive than ours, I have after all heard that elves can hear the whisper of the slightest sound, if you would like I could begin to teach you our language as well, I was also thinking I could go over the number of things that are done around in our civilization that may interest you in spending your time on."

There were a number of things possible for her talents, he could put her to work as a negotiator for trade deals, for managing caravans, and in fact...

Thoughtfully he asked "I have a feeling, would you have any interest in finding ways to expand trade? You may be able to think of products we can create that we haven't thought of, I also suspect you drive a hard bargain and could get the best deals for the Clan."
 
She wasn't particularly sure when everything just sort of started to blend together, but it certainly had. Her thoughts deviating from being utmost vigilant to her surroundings and shifting into a mindless stare that at least assured she was guiding Morrow along without tumbling over hooves. Glimpsing at the plenty of bodies that amassed in large formations with various dangerous weaponry and well, themselves! Becoming more of a sea of green with splattering of other colours that merely blended into the thicket of green lands that acted like camouflage. Idly toying with the slack of the reins as nails felt along the plaits of sewn string that held the leather bits together. Forming a strong lead that would take quite some time to wear down even with continual use.

Admittedly, she found herself thinking of random thoughts too. Nothing of substance that could even be considered a full thought! Simply blathering that were meant to entertain the mind with nonsense.

There was contentment in that moment that seemed to be popped like a stagnant bubble as her name was beckoned. Fluttering quickened blinks to tug herself out of the delirium that was simply boredom whilst rims of blood turned to look at the man that rode his impressive warg. Realizing in slow succession that Kath's features were arranged in a remorseful twist, leaving her to blink a little quicker. Not sure he was capable of that due to the measure of tusks that protruded from lip and yet, there it was. Surprising her alongside with his comments that he had been rude.

Mentioning the horns and drums –which fairly how would he have known they would have assaulted her ears as they had. To him speaking in his native tongue. Which also, wasn't that best so he could communicate effectively with his people. "I don't take insult." She expressed in hopes that it might dull whatever misplaced worry he was having. She was in his lands after all, there was little to no need to change behaviours because of one elf.

Fingers tensed upon reins when he seemed to take a moment to pause and constructed a reply that he would do his best to try to warn her in advance about their war drums and horns. Which she didn't know was effective, "I will adjust in time, warchief." Poppy remarked not about to be a big pain in the ass with their culture and habits. If anything she just might find some cotton and stick it in her ears if she had too. Things she could control and not put the bother on the leading man.

Yet she gave a slight shrug at the suggestion that he heard Elves could hear the slightest sound. Which wasn't wrong. There was a reason there was rarely any rats in their capital, they were the greatest annoyances listening to them scratch in the walls. Liable to drive a elf, mad!

It seemed he must have noticed she was simply existing on her saddle. For he offered to teach her the orcish tongue. Idly questioning whether her mouth could move to even made such harsh noises, but it would be good to understand it. "If you have time." She might not have ever taken her lady in training exercises seriously, but damn it all if she wasn't going to do her best to be respectful. Thus far, Kath hadn't given her a reason to lash out at him. Nor did she think it was a good idea to do so. It would also do her good to understand the things in the orcish culture that were important, so she wouldn't turn that idea down either.

Expressing with a lightened bow of her head that she would receive whatever information he would give.

Yet he seemed to be a very thoughtful person. Speaking up then to ask her what sort of things she might be able to enlighten. Blinking again at him rather comically. "Well... yes. But I would need to know the economy of your lands. What is made, what could be made. Supplies, materials. Things needed for way of life and things that are just luxury. I would... have much to learn before I could properly serve you in the best way possible for trade." Then she had a thought herself, eyeing Kath obviously. "Have you ever left these lands to go across the ocean, warchief?"
 
The orc was flummoxed, quite frankly, his apology seemed to not matter in the slightest to Poppy. Which now had him perplexed with what kind of person she was. Then again, she'd already proven time and again that she was not the dainty little flower some of his fellows had been expecting, so perhaps he shouldn't worry about it?

Kath was genuinely unsure, but then...he was new to the idea of being married himself, or having a wife, or...really anything to do with this. Poppy was likely unaware that the orc was actually rather anxious about the whole thing. Not that he was going to advertise that fact...regardless, perhaps he didn't have to worry about her as much as he thought he did?

Then again, he'd seen the fire in her spirit, perhaps he was worried over nothing. At his question about trade and the like however, he observed Poppy blink in what appeared to be surprise, the expression was amusing but he kept that amusement to himself.

"Well... yes. But I would need to know the economy of your lands. What is made, what could be made. Supplies, materials. Things needed for way of life and things that are just luxury. I would... have much to learn before I could properly serve you in the best way possible for trade."

Kath stopped to consider her words, after a few moments he began to tell her "Our economy is...it attempts to be currency based, a great deal of our coin however is gotten primarily from our raids, since metal is so...rare and valuable here, no orc would ever consider even to begin using such a commodity on something that doesn't have an immediately practical value."

The warchief grimaced "Unfortunately a lot of the time we're forced to rely on barter, which has many disadvantages as I'm certain you're already aware of, it is one of the problems I hope to solve with the trade with your people, that the orcs will have their own currency, as for what we make, and our resources..."

Details began to pour from his lips into her ears, the orcs made a lot of things, they were extremely skilled blacksmiths and made armor like the kind she'd seen on that warrior who'd stepped into the yurt, he explained that they took iron, forged it into steel, and then mixed that steel with a strange black stone that could be dug up from the ground to make the black looking metal she'd seen.

The metal all things told, was very tough and strong, able to mitigate blows that would have sundered steel. They found the metal by communing with the spirits and ensuring that the digging would not be too disruptive to nature. Which was important to the orcs, Kath told her he'd seen what happened in human lands when their industrialism ran rampant.

Such things left a wound on the land, an unsightly blight that harmful to the world around it.

But he digressed and told her of the orcs other products. There was the mead she'd already tasted, which also related to honey they made. There were small valleys in the Plains where the wind did not scour, and in those places were cultivated large amounts of flowers with shamanistic magics, and the bees flocked to those places.

Beyond that, they also made leather products from the more exotic creatures on the Plains, things made from the hide of a Bruskar for example were very tough yet flexible by the standards of conventional leather. They also spun cloth out from a reed like plant called Shalak that grew at the rivers, creating a soft but warm fabric.

"We also have precious stones hidden beneath the earth," He rumbled "There are three mines on the Plains where we excavate crystals and..." Kath stopped, and a light went on in his head "I...what kind of mages does your nation have? I seem to remember reading somewhere that crystals of a certain quality are highly prized by magic users, we've largely used them to make jewelry but...perhaps that could be an export."

Looking around until he spotted someone he was looking for, he barked something at an orc warrior, who blinked glanced over at Kath and blinked in surprise before jogging over to them.

"You called Warchief?" the orc asked, and Kath spoke, but this time in a tongue he knew Poppy would understand "Yashnarz, y fiance needs to see your ring, so she can see what our artisans can create."

Yashnarz as Kath had named him, blinked again before nodding and pulled off a ring on his ring finger, the orc was clearly married and hesitantly handed it to Poppy before giving her a pleading look that almost said "Please be careful with that." Kath laughed softly and told the man "Be at peace Yashnarz, she isn't going to lose it."

The orc breathed a sigh of relief, Yashnarz did not speak common, so the orc said nothing. The ring that had been given to Poppy was carved from some sort of black stone that was lustrous and shone in even the slowly dwindling light of the sun, inlaid into the ring was the bone of a creature called a Shreev, which was a nasty little reptilian monster that liked to lurk underground before popping out to nab it's prey with it's enormous jaws.

But, it's bones made an incredible ivory of sorts. This was clear on the craftsmanship of the ring, inset for the centerpiece of the ring was a polished gemstone that blazed a bright orange...quite literally, for it glowed of it's own accord. Kath told Poppy then "That is a sunstone, there is a crystal that grows underground that when left in sunlight and carefully treated by the magic of the spirits for several months, take on that quality."

Yashnarz took his ring back then and quietly returned to the formation of marching orcs, just about then the wind began to kick up, a mournful howling sound filling the air, and Kath grimaced and glancing at the falling sun began to bark several orders. The orcs immediately began to break marching orders and started setting up camp, and one brought Poppy a piece of clothing that Kath explained was meant to be wrapped around one's head and body to ward off the wind "The wind here can chap your skin and suck the warmth from your body, that is a Hassa, it will keep you warm, and prevent the wind from draining your skin of vitality, as well as block any grit it might blow."

Then he sighed in annoyance "I had hoped to make it to Angarak by the end of the day, but it seems the weather is not cooperating, it is not wise to march when the wind begins to blow like this, it will only get worse."

The orcs set up camp with an astonishing speed, a mechanical efficiency that was a marvel to watch, every orc knew what their task was, and how to do it with the utmost speed, and Kath himself was quickly dismounted, before turning to Poppy and with a grin helped her off of her mount as well, which she seemed to find...odd.

Kath wasn't sure why.

Then he set about himself helping with the task of setting up camp, he did not know this but he guessed Poppy would feel awkward standing around doing nothing, so he gave her a task as well, asking her to help with unpacking some of the supplies and materials for the convoy. Kath was certain she was the kind of person who liked to feel useful, perhaps he was wrong, if he was he'd apologize for it later.

Before long it was done, but he saw something that made him plant his palm to his face for a moment, as he realized his fellow orcs had set up a yurt...for just him and Poppy, they weren't even formally married yet! Then he saw some grins go around the camp and he realized they'd just done it on purpose.

Wonderful...Kath groaned to himself, this was the kind of 'prank' set up among orcs who were newly engaged, but his people had clearly...no, they had definitely realized she was an elf and wouldn't necessarily understand the joke, with orcs they'd generally just laugh and shrug the joke off and nothing would matter.

Poppy might actually be embarrassed by this, he hoped not.

With a sigh he made sure there was nothing else that needed his attention, before finding Poppy, looking at her for a moment he spoke quietly in elvish so none else could understand his words but her "They have...set up a place for us to sleep, however um...my people have decided it would be funny to pull a prank on us, the yurt is...for you and me, I can only advise for you to pretend it doesn't bother, though it may not to begin with, I cannot even pretend that they are ignorant of the fact that your cultural norms may be different from ours."

So he outwardly smiled and asked her in normal tone of voice and in common "Shall we head to the yurt now Poppy? I can answer the rest of your questions before we sleep for the night." Nearby several orcs grinned or gave short chortles on hearing this, Kath wanted to glare at them for this, but kept his expression as if nothing was outwardly wrong.

By now the wind had really picked up pace, and it was clear that the orcs built their yurts to be sturdy, they had even set up tents to protect their animals from the wind, which carried a bitter chill as it howled mournfully, whipping clothing around, almost every orc was wearing clothing now like the piece brought to Poppy, and they were eagerly heading into yurts, those that were not on guard duty, who grimaced and took deep swigs of mead to warm their bodies before heading out to perform this duty.

Kath could only hope Poppy wouldn't be offended by all this.
 
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Besides the fact that Kath had assisted her down from Morrow's back – trying not to let her mind rest upon that oddity too long knowing that it probably would have seemed impressively strange that she was not familiar with any well... gentlemanly behaviour. Considering her line of work and the fact that when it really came down to brass tax, she wasn't what most would consider the peak of femininity for most cultures. So while Kath had proven to do something that properly tied her tongue up in a twisted bend, she had hoped that her expression hadn't been too obvious. Mentally praying that the covering around her ears and head was enough to lessen the appearance of uncertainty.

Sure it might not go too well to have it revealed that she wasn't considered a hot commodity in the ways of elven women standards. Allowing her mind to temporary rest back on the former discussion of goods and the ring that had been Yashnarz's. Finding it still slightly worth a bit of awe that orcs wore rings at all.

Even elves weren't much for brandishing their fingers in jewellery. Knowing that what would eventually appear on her hand that linked her to Kath would be a blessing of Isyn! A different sort of manner of wedding vows that would seal a black line around her index finger much like a ring. Just more of a permanence that couldn't be so easily removed. Less she break her vow to the man.

Of course she might have explained more of this in pair when Kath had asked about magicks of her people. But of course he had been distracted as swiftly by summoning the wedded orc. Making her stay quiet instead as not to leap into conversation that felt simultaneously dead before it really begun. Almost starting to get a sense that the warchief preferred quick replies in which she hadn't been very good at thus far. Thinking more about her replies than she may have intended originally. Settling for silence instead.

For now she at least was given a task to manage till the wind truly begun to cut through the flesh and cloth that adorned her. Voluntarily tugging the thick of cloak tighter around herself only after she realized her task had been completed and Kath had come searching. Soundlessly telling her that it was time to huddle into one of the swiftly erected yurts.

Rims of red turned to consider the towering giant of a man. Only departing when he was speaking lowly in elven to express that a place had been erected for them to share. Which seemed almost amusing to her considering, what did he think should have happened. While they were not married yet, it wasn't shamed in the elven culture to share such close proximities to another. At least nothing so scandalous. Unless he was thinking poor topics in which she might be less swiftly swayed to entertain whatever fantasies could have been decorating the leader's mind! "It's nothing to be embarrassed about." She finally spoke then, "And it doesn't bother me. Had I known it would have been so taboo, I would have packed a pitch skin to arrange for myself." The freckled nose wrinkled slightly to think about how Kath and his people thought this was a prank.

Which maybe it was. After all, she was no orc woman. Having reserved mentally in herself to know that she wouldn't be anyone's first pick! Finding that the thought alone was familiar and did little to compress a sense of displeasure when she was already accustomed to being considered second.

He smiled then and continued. Suggesting entry into the yurt which fairly with the bite of the wind cutting upon them, she wasn't about to say no. Hoping that at least Morrow would be safe throughout the blistering chill before she nodded and followed after the man to lead to the space arranged in jest for them. Slipping in with little consideration the obvious sounds of laughter at the expense of them, before she was standing safely within the arranged hut. Unwrapping the hassa from her being as she was prompt to avoiding getting in Kath's way. Tugging lungs full of air as rounded nails cuffed through the mauve tresses. Scratching at scalp whilst her mind was still trying to digest most of what Kath had explained formally about their economy.

Knowing there was plenty there that she would have to dissect and arrange into an orderly state within her own thoughts. What could stay, what could go, sort of deal.

Aware more than ever that Kath had lofty goals in mind for his people. Things that she would have to be very quick to learn about to assure that he wasn't disappointed too terribly with his wife. But he did express something of interest which had been part of the ring that she had been given a chance to inspect. While their mages were plentiful, they did lack items of reliquary value. Enchantment stones. Runes and crystals, items that could be cultivated for larger use. It would be a very beneficial item for the orcs to be in control of, this she knew. But she would have to see how their refinement processes went to determine just how beneficial it all was. Simply hearsay right now was only as good as the word.

"Hmm." The sound of breath pushing from lips was enough to even startle herself from the trance. Blinking charcoal lashes as throat was cleared. Tugging the cloak once more close to body as she was mentally grateful she had worn her leathers rather than anything flattering for this trek. It would at least keep her from getting too terribly cold, but still it seemed like a good idea to move aside as to keep out of the large man's way.

Stepping sideways so she might find a place to kneel down and smooth the hassa across lap. Maybe mentally chuckling that now would be the perfect moment for her to be gifted with fire magic rather than water! "Will your men be alright this eve, warchief?" She asked softly, mentally curious to those unlucky few that were made to be guards this night.
 
The first thought Kath had was utter relief that the joke his people had played would not cause a diplomatic incident. He was also grateful she seemed not altogether bothered and he smiled wryly and said "It appears I worry too much, I am grateful you are not worried."

As for her question Kath chuckled softly and nodded "All orcs excepting those who are not physically well enough have spent time doing watch duty, they are used to such things and know how to dress accordingly, they are also rotated out fairly frequently." Tiredly he took his headdress off, revealing a mane of black hair.

"Where was I? Ah yes..." Kath spoke as he knelt down and stoked the flame "I saw you wished to speak of the matter regarding the crystals I think but I...may have spoken over you, I'm not used to...having a...wife." They weren't married yet, but he supposed he should try to get used to the idea. "I wish to hear your thoughts whenever you have them, my impression is that you are a very intelligent woman, along with your beauty and fiery spirit, so I would value your insight and words."

The fire soon crackled merrily in the yurt and the chill of the outside began to fade away, this yurt had several rugs on the ground along with...bedding for two.

Suddenly he thought and added "Oh, your mount will be fine by the way, we keep them in a tent of their own to keep the chill off, with a fire, we cannot afford to have any of our beasts get sick from the cold, regardless...I should answer your last question."

The warchief looked embarrassed and then said simply "We...we do not know how to make boats so...no we have never gone on the ocean."

As he waited for Poppy to answer he wearily removed the clothing around his upper torso, revealing a chest and body covered with rippling muscles and scar tissue, he was huge compared to Poppy's small frame, and nothing illustrated this more than the barrel-chested strength of his body.

Then he laid down, looking tired, a wave of fatigue washing over him, and he told her "That is something else you will have to worry about, the plains can sap your strength quickly, even when you feel fine."

Despite the fire, there was still some chill, and he gestured in a way that indicated encouragement for her to get in close and share body heat, he would listen to Poppy speak to him, and then they would sleep.
 
She knew the seas better than she knew the backyard impression of land that was well, outside of Mistmoore. The very idea that the wind was so cutting paired with the idea that there were those of guard station standing out in this blistering bite; left her to naturally wonder if they would fair alright. Posing the question towards Kath while noting the fatigue registering upon his being with each passing moment. Mentally questioning herself whether or not she ought to be even speaking now for she suspected he might just be ready to lay his form into rest. Which fairly, would be reasonable.

It was a shame that for her, such things she doubted would come easily. Being in a foreign land was one thing, being a foreign person in said land with nothing else but the clothing upon herself? Well, it was bound to make her mind seek a measure of alertness for however long it could manage. Dancing plenty of private topics across her thoughts.

Smoothing hands down the bend of knees while her attention was acutely attached to the titan style man. Headdress removed allowing the sloe of locks to be revealed, though thus far she hadn't really seen much variety of hair colour save for black or brown. That, and she hadn't outright been gawking at every passing by body to see whether they varied drastically as elves could! Feeling the action was enough to prove her immature and uneducated. "I see. Well, that is good." Commenting on the state that he assured his clan of people were fairly treated and knew how to withstand the chill of nipping windy teeth, she couldn't counter the thought more than that. Needing no reason too!

Just that it seemed his mind was still active enough to search back to a former point while he gave the flame a proper rousing to assure it flared to offer heat. Dimming her lashes to squint at the red glow before tilting the rims upwards as he pointed out that he had been aware of his eagerness to speak. She didn't fault him for it, just learnt from it instead. Granted, she didn't have much hope of this marriage in the first place. Assuming much due to her lack of knowledge. "It is fine, you are the leader of this all." Poppy replied even if she automatically looked back to the licking flames. "Elven culture is slightly forward thinking but at the end of the day, a wife is still meant to heed their husband." She wasn't the largest fan of the still backwards thinking. Knowing how hard it was for women to stray outside their father or husband's shadow. It was being done, but the pace of advancement was slow.

Herself being part of the Mistmoore charter was already a large rock in the boat. Aware that part of it was accepted simply because she did have royal blood in her veins. But of course, that would slip away now due to her arrangement to Kath.

Finding that a bitter pill to swallow even now.

Clearing her throat, visage turned almost too swiftly to needle the vermillion stare upon the man as he spoke rather forwardly about beauty and intelligence. Suggesting her word had value and he wanted to hear them. Mentally questioning if he was saying such things because it might have the potential to placate her or if he was truthful about them. Finding she had no evidence of which way, so she couldn't just leap outward to claim he was full of shit.

Settling her thoughts to be boxed rather than snapped; she remained positioned where she knelt. Forcing this time her attention to the fire whilst Kath seemed to be able to think ahead about even Morrow. "I am grateful to that. He is a very important being to me, I'd hate for him to get ornery because he is unhappy about his accommodation's." A corner of lip quirked into a smirk. A telling sign that she was remembering something rather than speaking it. Unsure if an orc would like to be kicked by the talbuck because he was in a foul mood that day. Knowing it was a very unpleasant feeling, having gotten grazed herself! Thankfully never fully bunted with the flat of speared hoof but knew enough people who had and were either very lucky to tell the tale. Or unlucky due to the state that left them marred or dead.

"Hmm?" His mind seemed to be everywhere. Deflecting back even then to mention back when she asked if they had ever been upon the ocean. Which was promptly stated now that they did not know how to fashion ships to carry them to do so. "I am not surprised entirely. Considering thus far we have been upon land, I doubt the ocean has had much reason to be invested upon by the orc populace." She articulated with control as not to sound insulting. "Though if you wish to do broad trade, you may have to venture upon the hull of one." Eyes were once more upon him, only that it seemed her length of stare had been there long enough that articles of clothing was soon dropped aside.

Leaving her to blink rather dumbly as if his bare upper state had been a non-verbal invite. Trailing peepers over the canvas of hard sinew and muscle till she was lightly darkening at the speckled cheeks. Clearing her throat and diverting gaze to anything but as not to be a gawping teenager. Idly reaching to tug the hemline of cloak as if it became the most interesting thing in the world. As if she had never seen a man before, just she wasn't sure what the hell she expected when it came to Kath.

Still a little unsure right then and there what she was expecting! As if the man had would have had some sort of second face on his chest or something nonsensical!

Abandoning grasp swiftly to rub at her forehead for her own silliness. "I will make a mental note to be aware of the plains and its ability to suck out one's strength." Mumbling that one back, it took her a moment to realize that if she looked up at him, Kath was making an open invitation for them to get close.

Leaving her to stare obviously at him. "What?" It was only a manner of time before her tongue would speak up in less than a diplomatic way.
 
Kath smiled in faint amusement "I was merely suggesting we share body heat, nothing else you might have had concerns over, you of course are free not to do so, I am going to go to sleep either way." With a sigh he laid himself down under the covers, slipping under the furs and getting comfortable.

The weight of sleep began to fall over him, and he yawned tiredly as he lay in the bed, and he wearily closed his eyes, thinking to himself of the many things that needed to be done. It was exhausting at times, the sound of the wind howling outside was a constant besides that of the crackling fire, shedding heat to fill the interior.

From what he understood the cold from the wind was brought by the sea, but that was about the most he understood of it, he'd never sought to inquire too much about it, but that was evidently why according to shamans more in tune with the wind than he was. On that thought he asked absently "What is it you love about the sea Poppy? I am curious to know more about you, I have been told there are spirits of the sea, though I have never spoke to one before, perhaps it's something I could grow to love as well."

His eyes grew heavy, though he fought to stay awake to hear Poppy's response, whatever it might be.

Kath wondered if this would work out, if anyone had told him he'd ever be married to an elf in the past he'd have laughed in their face, but here he was, engaged to a woman he barely knew, whom he would shortly be married to, what a peculiar state of affairs. Orcs didn't really do the arranged marriage thing, at least not often, sometimes it happened when ties between two Clans needed to be forged in something stronger than mere words, but that did not happen often...