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Fed up was mildly putting how she felt. Akako felt like she had been reasonably patient, more than willing to help, and supportive of the Scarlet Queen. It was abundantly clear that Red Yusuke was more concerned about her personal affairs than the well-being of her failing empire and the people under its care. It would be a lie for Akako to so much as suggest that this wasn't somewhat personal. Koji's words from last week's hanami festival still lingered in the kitsune's mind. Red had neglected what she'd sworn to protect, and so the vixen had found herself at the whim of her now deceased daughter and the child emperor. This hadn't been the first time that Red had taken the daiyokai's benevolence and love for granted. Akako's pride was severely wounded, but she still kept her wits about her upon making this particular decision. 

The meeting had been announced, anyone currently in Port Caelum was free to attend. The powers that be had already given her permission, so this was just a formality. Unlike Red, Akako valued the input of the civilians under her custody. They would be directly affected by any shift in power, so they had a right to know what was going to be done and voice their concerns before it was made official. 

They hosted this particular meeting at The Capitol building, which was a modern structure that housed an auditorium which this meeting would be held and televised using the latest magitech. Two sets of double doors were open with two pairs of guards under Akako's employ standing on each side of the entrances. They merely observed people as they trickled into the auditorium. The interior design was black and gray monochrome with seating areas on either side of two aisles which lead down towards an empty stage. The room could seat 396 individuals, and due to the limited occupancy, Akako had contracted magitech technicians to record and broadcast the meeting. For residents unable to attend, they could watch from home live or later. 

The sun was sitting on the horizon as time seemed to crawl to the scheduled time for the meeting to start. Beyond the curtain, the daiyokai sat at a small desk set up for her and breezed through document after document rather than waiting idly. To her side, Aiyoku stood, her lilac colored eyes glazed over as she tried not to fall asleep standing. 

Screeeech! 

Aiyoku flinched at the noise, and she refocused on the daiyokai that was currently standing up. 

"How many in attendance?" came Akako's voice, curt and sharp as it typically was. 

The familiar turned and peeked around the curtain and saw that they were nearly at full capacity before looking to the Regent. 

"It will probably be over capacity, Akako-sama." 

"Good." 

Aiyoku watched Akako for a moment wondering why the kitsune had chosen to hide her preferred appearance and opted for the human one. While Akako was still ethereal and regal with her long ebony locks pulled back into a slick ponytail, the serpent familiar found that Akako was much more daunting with her nine-tails and more fox-like characteristics. Even so, Aiyoku knew that Akako didn't do anything without reason. There was always a purpose, a plan. It was likely that reason that the demoness had survived several millennia. 

A few minutes before the hour struck, Akako stepped out from behind the curtain clad in cream-colored slacks and a black silk blouse, her black leather stiletto heels clicking on the wooden stage as she approached the podium set for her. When she looked out into the crowd, she didn't smile with her lips, though there was a glint in her amber gaze that spoke of confidence and determination. 

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g2ah9mO.jpgA pale hand caresses fabric to pull it slightly aside as a vermillion gaze casts itself upon those in the room. The figure behind it is deceptively relaxed, an arm draped into the sleeve of a kimono and dangling in front of her abdomen in a display of comfort as the group is assessed. After a moment, the curtain falls as a puff of air escapes her nose.

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The warm sun caressed her face but instead of being pleasant, it had burned. Her lips were raw and cracked and water – blessed water, she would have sold her soul for when she had washed up on that terrible beach with only the memory of a battle she had been too weak to win.

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It had been some time now since Akako had rescued the pallor woman, and Rin turns her attention to the others hidden behind their esteemed leader.

“See to it that security is tight. We want no incidents here.” Though it is gentle, the command holds authority as guards scuttle to do just that. They certainly did not want any confrontation at this point – not yet.

Shifting weight to the other foot, Rin draws the kimono up fully ‘pon her shoulder and adjusts the obi so it may hold her giant fan at the proper height.

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There was a whole nation in preparation for this event. The meeting of a nation at war with the war forged Legion Of Doom. There was an air of anticipation that indoctrinated everyone in attendance or watching from their broadcast. The eve of The Legion's arrival shown as Akako appeared before a podium; A presence all her own. Their security unabated in their capacity to maintain order. Their esteemed leader endowed with confidence and determination as the word soon arrived: The Legion had arrived, their emissary soon to arrive in moments. The whispers and murmuring silenced as the threshold revealed not an emissary, but an estranged tail. This tail possessed a wide tipped point and swayed through the air as it continued to flow through the room like a targeted snake; It's length managing to reach a central point before it's segmented inlay beginning to glow with virulent orange. A lacerated bout of laughter emanating from the door frame as They had finally arrived with waves of unease trickling through the space as though it were a freezing water keeping everyone and everything in it's place

"It is with absolute pleasure that this one was graced with Dredge's presence that I now carry~ It is Kru'Gorah who greets you all as The Legion's Emissary" The source of the tail spoke; the tail then returning to the threshold where a presence now stood. A figure robed in a cloak of black with red sigils scrawled across the fabric. Two dog-legged leathery feet splayed with talons marched toward the center; his tail emanating from underneath his cloak and snaking about the spaces behind his hooded head. Kru'Gorah standing before Akako and all her advisers, with everyone in attendance and beyond now watching this creature remove his robes and address Akako directly in his unabated demonic presence, his tail spiraling around the edge of the surrounding crowds with tantalizing proximity as he gave a proper bow. The baubles dangling from his horns jingling eerily in response as a hiss of laughter spilled forth from his cracked lips; yellowed teeth like broken daggers as they shown themselves in a saccharine smile. The bones in his back cracking with viscerally audible detail as he once again rose to his full height, his gaze grazing from Akako to her subordinates, and even toward several of the bystanders watching in petrified silence. A few sniffs conjuring from his nostrils as though he were smelling each one his gaze fell upon...eventually returning his gaze back to Akako herself. 

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"I speak upon my unholy patriarch's behalf when I say we are here to escape racial suffrage; It is humbling to know that I am not the only one here of demon lineage~" His eyes of pale yellow roaming from Akako to the one at her side, grinning with curiosity before his tail snapped back to hovering about his personal space "We come to find sanctuary for the many bodies under our banner you see; many bodies who would assist in the absolution of your nation...wouldn't you agree?" His voice coarse and leathery just as his skin appeared, but possessing an intellect and cunning that cultivated his words carefully. His tail raising above his head and unfurling a banner of The Legion as he lowered to his haunches, almost swaying with estranged mania "I believe there is much to gain if we can avail; it is freedom we all seek...whether that be from the clutches of The Datzusoku...or Raphael~

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What could only be described as the fanciest of goblins quickly followed Kru’Gorah through the door. Dressed in a resplendent suit and powdered wig, the small four foot tall green fop of a goblin carried his books and ledgers with him. His tiny feet barely made a sound when he approached the podium and shortly stopped three feet behind the demonic Djinn that he was pretty sure would actually eat him whole if he dared to stand side by side with the Nightmare King Dredge’s appointed emissary. Not that Kru needed an excuse to consume him, but he’d rather not give the noble djinn of fire and damnation an excuse to do so. 

 

With a small yet extremely proper bow to the Lady of Port Caelum, Master Privo, Dredge’s Master of Coin took a deep breath and recovered from the bow. When Kru’Gorah was finished with his opening statement, the fancy little goblin spoke. 

 

”Ah, yes. Greetings Queen Akako of Port Caelum. I am Privo of Legion, Master of Coin to my dark lord Dredge. He has summoned myself and our emissary Lord Kru’Gorah to meet with you on this blessed occasion.” Master Privo said in a polite and gracious manner, his voice somewhat high pitched and scratchy yet smoothed out somewhat more than the average goblin. 

 

”Our Lord Dredge wishes to parlay and I can not stress what a wonderful opportunity this is for both of our people’s and constituents. If you have any requests for technical information or questions I will gladly answer them if Lord Kru’Gorah permits such. Now I’m afraid I’m going to shut up before Lord Kru sets me ablaze.” Finding himself a small chair, the goblin took a seat. 

 

Laying out his various books and ledgers, Privo whipped out a pair lorgnette or opera glasses, and began to scroll through his dusty tomes to better acquaint himself with any information he was to relay to the Queen of Yokai and Port Caelum.

 

@Akako Akari @Lacernella Rubra @Djinn&Juice

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It would be incorrect to say that he is dressed in shadows. Truth be told, it’s rather the opposite. The interior of the capitol building has no dimly lit corners, nor shadowy crevices to hide in. Although he sits on a chandelier, just beneath the skylight, his attire is only the slightest shade off from being as white as the vaulted ceiling. While it is completely impossible for him to be undetectable, he is banking on being unnoticeable. Not because of any one thing that he has done or will do, but because when compared to the Djinn… there is no reason to notice him. Those that distract, are in fact, the best camouflage.

“Hmm.” The sound is an inaudible murmur thanks to the dull roar of the people below. He had, for the briefest of seconds, considered trying to put a knife through the fox lady’s eye. However, the more he watched, the more he realizes that it is an impossible task. Not that he thinks he is incapable of delivering an attack and escaping, but rather that the situation would not permit him to deliver a meaningful attack. There are simply too many people…. And that fucking Christmas tree looking monster thing, some kind of yuletide tree ent.

“Maybe it’s not an ent.” Another murmur as he considers the distinct lack of bark and foliage. His knees are pulled into his chest, his arms plopped atop them. His chin drops down to rest on his arms, as he continues to analyze the situation.

If he were to strike, it would have to be a decisive blow, dealt from afar, delivered with unbelievable speed. He’d probably need to take her head. Anything short of that would see him contending with who knew how many people, and the not Christmas Tree plus its wig wearing elf… all while Akako escaped. Any attempt to neutralize them first, would see her escaping. All roads appear to lead to her escaping.

Within this line of work, Shi understands that you either wait for an opportunity or create one. In this particularly situation, the assassin concludes that his only choice is to wait.

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The rhythmic steps of a petite woman followed behind the goblin and Djinn. Eyes of glowing adamant blue absorbing the forms and auras of those around her. The smell of souls tantalizingly close but just far enough to teas. Lilith followed the two Legions emissaries. Not as an envoy of Dredge, but a voice for her master Altre. Trailing behind her were 2 stinger tipped tails, the familiar blue glow emanating from the tip, they writhed in anticipation of her chance to speak and be the forefront of attention. She loved the feeling of eyes upon her form. That's what made her good at this sort of thing. She waited patiently for first the Djinn. That's when she could feel a faint aura. The faintest whisper of a note of ill intent. Like the end notes of cherry wood lining a cask of her favorite wine. Someone here had murderous intent. She wasnt surprised however. The events often had some sort of ill conceived plot. Moreover bodyguards often took mental notes of anything suspicious, planning for some sort of attack should things go south. In any case it was her turn to speak.

"Greetings my Queen, I am here on behalf of my master, Altre. This one is designated as Lilith."

"I come bearing a business proposal, but I shall not bother you with such boring things until you are ready."

Lilith would go and join the goblin who seemed to be struggling with his papers and books and ledgers. 

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How many had Akako saved over her lifetime? It was something Jun often wondered. It seemed like mere months ago when Akako took her in after the murder of her parents, but it had been a few years at this point. More recently, the daiyokai had saved a new face amongst those loyal to the Yokai Queen. Rin was her name, and she was quiet and unassuming, at least from what Jun had observed. 

"Rin?" Jun inquired as she approached, careful not to startle her. 

The avian yokai came to stand beside Rin as she too observed where Akako stood and the strangers that approached. Whatever Jun had planned to say was swallowed by silence. Owlish eyes watched Legion's emissaries with her brow furrowed. Her beak opened and closed rapidly, clicking as Kru'Gorah came down the aisle. It was a nervous habit that she'd yet to break along with shivering to ruffle the copper feathers that dripped down her head and fell to her shoulders. 

"Trust her," Jun said. It was hard to tell if Jun said it more for herself or Rin at her side. 

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Meanwhile, Akako seemed unperturbed by the arrival of The Legion despite the way the air soured with the scent of unease that the crowd emanated. She recalled the wraith on the night of the Festival, and she had wondered how long their King would wait before appearing before her. It was fortunate that she was a patient woman, or the kitsune would have gone hunting for him. Instead, she busied herself with other tasks leading up until now, nearly forgetting about the fated meeting altogether. There had been a veiled threat tacked onto the end of what the wraith told her, a threat she found wasted. The demoness wouldn't hide from anyone, certainly not someone that made a point to find her. 

It seemed their King deemed that it was time to move things along; however, he hadn't come himself. Part of her wondered why, but she assumed he had his reasons. So, she was left looking down from the stage to the three strangers that had come on behalf of their leader.  Each of them unique in appearance, but none so unusual that she was startled by them. There weren't many demons or monsters that she hadn't been exposed to over her lifespan. Still, there was a glint of mild intrigue in her vulpine eyes for a brief moment before vanishing. Beyond that, Akako remained impassive, her mask of indifference carefully placed. 

It appeared that the reputation of her taking in strays was widely known at this point. A slender brow rose a fraction as she listened to Kru'Gorah concisely explained their need for asylum only to be followed by speaking the name of her enemy followed by an ally. It was clear this creature was well educated based on how articulate he was, and that was something Akako appreciated immensely. It was also very telling that this Dark Lord they followed possibly valued such things. However, it seemed as if they weren't very knowledgeable of Akako's friends and foes. 

Remaining silent, the demoness turned her cold gaze to the well-dressed goblin. An awkward fellow, he was, but he spoke the name of their leader, Dredge. It wasn't a name she was familiar with; however, she had gathered information regarding The Legion and what had happened at Last Chance. It was unexpected that they had chosen this method to approach Akako rather than using more violent means. It was that very reason that Akako didn't trust that legitimacy of this suggested alliance. 

Finally, a woman stepped forward to say her piece, and Akako's eyes fell to her. She was the most normal of the three; however, it was abundantly clear that she wasn't human. Both scent and appearance gave her away. It wasn't until she spoke that Akako realized that the woman known as Lilith was not with Kru'Gorah and Privo. She offered the daiyokai another obscure name, Altre, and a mysterious business proposition. What was fascinating to the Regent, was Lilith had called her Queen. Perhaps the rumors of being the Yokai Queen had reached the ears of Altre. 

With the new faces quieting themselves, Akako looked up to the rest in attendance. Her nose twitched as she discretely took in the hundreds of scents that filled the auditorium. It was easy for the vixen to deduce that emotions were running high, not that she could blame anyone for that. The sour scent of worry, notes of citrus, and a hint of spice that wafted from above. Vulpine eyes remained forward, not lifting to find the source. 

"First, thank you all for coming today. There is plenty to cover, and This One will address questions." Akako addressed the crowd then Akako's focus returned to Kru'Gorah. 

"Kru'Gorah and Privo, This One will meet your King... Dredge," she spoke the name as if to commit it to memory. "However, This One will advise you not to assume the relationships that This One may or may not have in the future. Rafael is no threat to you or your people so long as the discussion with Dredge goes well. Inform Dredge that he is to arrive at my estate as the sun rises tomorrow. Negotiations will commence then." 

Turning her attention to Lilith, Akako addressed her as well. "Lilith, stay after the announcement. We can discuss it further." 

The Lady of the Void returned her attention to her people and this time she did offer a ghost of a smile, her lips tilting just enough to afford them a glimpse of something akin to kindness on her features. 

"As all of you may know. Port Caelum has been a sovereign nation under not one, but two empires. We have been inundated with policies from two entities that are unfamiliar with our economy, our society, and our way of life. As of today, Port Caelum will only fall under the Carmine Empire's rule which will lessen the burden of taxes and allow more flexibility to place regulations that make sense to you, the people of Port Caelum."

"As a result, This One will no longer be the Regent of Port Caelum, but Queen of Taiyōmichi. We will not be restricted to this plot of land we currently inhabit; we will expand which will provide more resources and jobs. This is an opportunity for all of us."

"To all of you that wondered if and when we could change, this is your answer. We can. We can be the example, the presence that is necessary for the extraordinary transformation that we will bring about in Genesaris. This One thanks all of you for the sacrifices you make each and every day for the good of our city. We will be so much more than a city. We will rise no matter your race, no matter what god or god's you worship. We will draw strength in our diversity and rise." 

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When Akako entered, he appeared with her. By her side, albeit, not touching. This less formal more political event required Akako to promote a certain image that he currently held direct part in. His job was more reserved, his presence more superficial. Relinquishing his place as interim Regent removed him from the spotlight and the public eye, where he was more capable to do things of his own accord. Just like he was now, he remained overtly recluse as he appeared in Akako's presence, yet remained silent and to himself. Watchful. Dressed in an ivory jacket with black trim and black handkerchief with reverse trim, he vaguely resembled her attire, down to his black and white sapatos

It wasn't long before introductions began to take place. The first came as Emissary, accompanied by what was perhaps the most sophisticated goblin he'd ever laid eyes on. While Valucre's brand of the creature was something he'd never seen, the realms he was familiar with always harbored goblins of the most detestable proportions. Generally a creature one in their right mind would never trust. With the occurrence of words like "our dark lord", he was all the more weary of what trifling with their kind could lead to. Not just concern for these potential allies, but concern for what their inclusion meant for the reputation of Akako, and what few friends and allies she kept around. Did she not know about the invasion of Last Chance? Nor of the Order of Force's inclusion on defending against said incident? If she did, she certainly did not care. An easy choice considering their allegiance with the Scarlet Region, and their general jurisdiction being Terranus. Regardless, their brief discussion on this topic established his adverse opinion, but also illuminated his undivided support.

Next came another strange creature that was by his best guess another creature of some demonic origin. Lilith she was called, the name of the Mother of Demons where he was from. For all intents and purposes, dare he say she was technically his Grandmother? Perhaps like the other times he'd met the same creatures and people in different dimensions, this Lilith was the same, but exclusive and adapted to this world as it existed. Perhaps the comparisons stopped at the name and the overtly demonic appearance. She too came with offer on behalf of some other sovereign, this one he hadn't heard of. Regardless, he remained silent, still vigilantly watching the over crowded audience and their obvious visitors. Akako on the other hand took to having words of her own. 

"First, thank you all for coming today. There is plenty to cover, and This One will address questions." Akako addressed the crowd then Akako's focus returned to Kru'Gorah. 

"Kru'Gorah and Privo, This One will meet your King... Dredge," she spoke the name as if to commit it to memory. "However, This One will advise you not to assume the relationships that This One may or may not have in the future. Rafael is no threat to you or your people so long as the discussion with Dredge goes well. Inform Dredge that he is to arrive at my estate as the sun rises tomorrow. Negotiations will commence then."

She was wise to treat and speak to them as she would anyone else, despite their obvious differences. Being of Cambion decent, he knew what it was like to be one of them, though he also caught it twice being a half breed. Each side of the respective fence had their own adverse reason of prejudice to despise and ridicule him in his younger years. Still, this particular crew he wasn't so sure was worth giving the chance. All life is precious sure, though perhaps these lives should be precious elsewhere? Not that the Carmine wasn't an expanse Dominion with plenty of opportunity for them. The emphasis provided against both the Datsuzoku and the Carmine was easily his largest concern now, especially with her response to it as their concern. She was lying to them, whether she realized it or not. Just like her, so long as they continued to serve a purpose within his dominion, Rafael would be no threat. Trifling with him was a delicate matter than could not be undone however. Perhaps their King would be sure of this before making a final decision. Or perhaps he was desperate enough to take Akako's word for it.

"Lilith, stay after the announcement. We can discuss it further." 

She addressed the other emissary briefly before continuing more of her own accord.

"As all of you may know. Port Caelum has been a sovereign nation under not one, but two empires. We have been inundated with policies from two entities that are unfamiliar with our economy, our society, and our way of life. As of today, Port Caelum will only fall under the Carmine Empire's rule which will lessen the burden of taxes and allow more flexibility to place regulations that make sense to you, the people of Port Caelum."

A smile grew on his face as she spoke, a mere smirk to indicate that he already knew what was coming, what decisions had been made. He just hadn't expected the formal announcement to come so soon as this. Especially with something like war on the horizon. Then again, perhaps this just another way Akako tried to protect Red. Cutting ties with the Scaret Region prior to starting a conflict. Regardless, her words were truth, something he knew personally. Akako did often care for others, something that can be misconstrued by her disappearing acts. To really know her was to understand that sometimes she cared too much.

"As a result, This One will no longer be the Regent of Port Caelum, but Queen of Taiyōmichi. We will not be restricted to this plot of land we currently inhabit; we will expand which will provide more resources and jobs. This is an opportunity for all of us."

His smirk remained, reassuring those native to Predator's Keep that even he supported her choices as they were being delivered unto them. Most of the congregation accepted this without hesitation, though a few looked to Xartia in confusion and worry. Sure, some of them still had family back in the Keep, in which Xartia was still a Scarlet Council member. Those few that wished to leave to be with their families were free to go, in fact he would take them home personally. Though for those whom wished to remain in their new home with their new families, there was no doubt Akako would welcome them with open arms. 

"To all of you that wondered if and when we could change, this is your answer. We can. We can be the example, the presence that is necessary for the extraordinary transformation that we will bring about in Genesaris. This One thanks all of you for the sacrifices you make each and every day for the good of our city. We will be so much more than a city. We will rise no matter your race, no matter what god or god's you worship. We will draw strength in our diversity and rise."

A great ambition to host, diversity and unification. Though were these not the same principles Koji pushed for the Datsuzoku? The only difference here being that Koji held an independent Dynasty, Akako was a Queen to another Emperor at this point. Hopefully, she had come up with more of a plan moving forward that she was yet to share with him. As things currently looked, the local changes were amazing in their own right. though the optional inclusions were to be placed in too uncontrolled of an environment to guarantee any level of success on behalf of Taiyoumichi. His hands raised and were perhaps the first to pair to afford the rising Queen some applause. The majority of citizen and visitors alike joined him. Shouts and screams gave way to cheering and jeering, some whistling as her words were widely accepted. Stepping forth, Xartia leaned in, placing his face to the left of her's. His left hand found her left shoulder as he whispered to her.

"I never doubted you."

Leaning back to stand erect once more, he stepped back to where he was and continued to clap until the crowds saw fit to begin calming once again.

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It was surprising, to say the least, the kind of creatures that Akako would attract. Rin was no stranger to the various oddities that came to the world – she had witnessed the rise and fall of a great Kitsune, as well as various other creatures – but…a goblin…That was new.

Peering curiously from behind the curtain at the strange creature in the wig, Rin narrows her gaze a bit.

dvrvmBf.jpg“What is that thing?” She questions as the avian yokai – Jun – approaches. These creatures, these…yokai, Rin is familiar with and comfortable. Unease settles in the pit of her stomach as the achromatic woman turns her gaze fully to the approaching yokai. “That…green thing. I suppose they’re both green.” Rin sighs softly. “The greener one, though?”

She waits an answer before she slips out from behind the curtain, unsure if Jun will follow or not.

“Trust her.” Jun says and Rin scoffs. Trust her? Rin would do no less than follow Akako to the gates of hell – such are life promises. Akako had saved hers, and in response Rin was willing to give it to Akako in any form the kitsune required. The woman continues to survey the crowd – her appearance likely a tad startling to those of regular human descent amongst them. She looks much like a demon herself, clad in white that matches the very skin that protects her body. Tresses of the same are curled upon her head in a delicate bun with a single hairpiece that looked far sharper than it had any right to.

The only color that stands out on the woman is crimson. Her gaze is vermillion and the Obi that holds the kimono to her form seems to have been made to match – and the giant warfan she carries upon her back. The unease she had felt earlier had yet to let up, and her gaze wanders the crowd and area.

As celebration and claps are made at Akako’s speech, Rin grasps a wrist in front of herself with delicate fingers and waits, lips thinned in the only sign of concern she gives.

“Jun, I would trust Akako even if she led us into the depths of hell to our slaughter.” She finally speaks. These words are familiar, warm…somehow comforting. It as though they have left her lips before though she cannot grasp the memory that would reveal the secret. The woman's gaze seems to sharpen, narrowing ever so slightly. 

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Being a dwarf meant being cautious, slow to change and meticulous in whatever he did. Mozcrag wasn't someone to take a job lightly, but this wasn't just any job, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. With this, he could show not just the lads and lasses of Tazarek, but the whole world the vision he had. If he was allowed to build up an entire kingdom, that would be the highest honor he could obtain. 

Sitting in the back, he paid close attention to what the newest queen in the world had to say to the people gathered around. Ever since leaving his familiar Republican life, it was king this, Emperor that, dukes and duchesses and all kinds of hogwash. Now he was here with the latest of them, in a room filled with freaks...and goblins! Damn those worthless little fools with no concept of structural integrity or architectural decency! Truly they were the degenerate miscreants of the world, and it just made him near furious.

Taking his pipe, he packed it with his favorite tobacco, striking a match on his boot to light up the fragrant herb. After a few puffs, the dwarf found his temper going down a little, and he could concentrate more on what was going on at the stadium. His stare was as fiery as the forge, and he felt the determination flooding his every vein. This was to be his mark on the world, and he was going to make it happen.

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The room continued to fill with new bodies; their smells becoming unfortunately familiar to him as both his head and tail snapped toward the presence of Privo. A familiar smile splitting through his leathery features. There was much to be said about their relationship, but it was akin to keeping the dog from eating the cat. A premise that had improved under tenuous understanding. The Djinn listening to Privo affirm their reasoning and pretenses. There was wisdom in him being here Kru could only relent; his appearance a blight among even the muddiest of societies. He hadn't been...created for such things, and yet that was what drove him to to such pursuits of dialogue. There were were far more ways words could torture that the methods of flesh couldn't contend with. How secrets and truths could brutalize without bloodshed at all. Privo seeming to know this art quite well; perhaps that was the reason he had grown so interested in the goblin. The smell of Altre and his ilk continued to populate the court with indomitable auras of distinctive power. Ego was Terror's counter and Kru'Gorah knew that any action could cause a great deal of chaos. The demon resting on his haunches as he watched Lilith enter. A curious smile still upon his lips; Altre desired eyes of his very own upon the situation...She requested The Queen's time and made it all too clear that Altre had reasons of his own to be here. The Legion's interest must come before any of it's parts and as such Kru'Gorah had been the first to address Akako, giving A bow as she addressed him and Privo.

"I will take heed with trust your grace; We are whom he could efface" Kru'Gorah spoke. The realms of hell having tales of their own from the many this blood king had damned. It was the riskiest part of this plan for sanctuary and it was a strange thing for a Djinn to worry. Her speech had been to her people, and it spoke with such foreign conviction. Where had he heard such conviction? His lord? His prophet? No This was different. He had met her kind before...A curse making it impossible to speak or think if it could not be done in rhyme. They had been spoken with such conviction that it was as though he had been compelled. An immediate and uproarious cheer swelling around them. Such solidarity for this kitsune with allies at either side. It wasn't terror at all...it was the absence of terror. Courage...something he couldn't understand. It all but drained him of his terror feast. It burned at his skin and ached his bones. It was the very principle he had been created; The absolute terror. He still had a job to do and raised a crooked finger after her speech had concluded

"your words are that of a sun that I cannot escape, however the location of the meeting Is something I believe my prophet would reshape" He reached into the dwellings of his cloak, revealing a living zhenniao; unbeknownst to them it's poison had been extracted. "Your docks are the lifeblood of this region, and much like this zhen bird I believe they will make a memorable introduction to the sovereign of The Legion" Kru'Gorah releasing the bird into the air and quirking his head with interest "Not to insinuate that your mansion won't do; I think it's simply when it comes to the ocean Dredge prefers the view"
 

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A rousing speech indeed. Though this was starting to feel less like a town hall meeting where the public and other outside entities could meet discuss the various issues plaguing or benefiting the land, and more of a public political statement to the powers that be. Something that Master Privo disliked immensely. Legion while certainly knocked down a step from the numbers lost at Last Chance, their hands were not idle at sea. Recruiting pirates, training a proper navy, and creating breeding programs for their war beasts. Legion was ready to reave and raid the coasts of whatever shore in order to survive. To Master Privo this felt as if they were taking these gained resources and throwing them into the fire of war. What this woman was saying was bound to upset someone somewhere to the point of violence and if his Dark Lord Dredge were to align himself with woman the results could be potentially disastrous. 

 

Because if there were two things certain in this life, it was Death and Taxes. Whoever this other ruling entity was, Master Privo was damn sure they were coming for their money. The taxes of a port town alone often exceeded that of cities twice its size. Taxation and tariffs on goods, a steady population growth over time, not to mention the bounty of the ocean. This was without a doubt a very dangerous game that the newly crowned Queen was playing. But it wasn’t his job to tell her all the things she most likely knew better than him. It wasn’t like he could offer any new information. So rather than discuss that he would follow his Lord’s lead and drive the point home. 

 

With a short yet courteous bow, the small goblin lifted his head to speak and try his best to somewhat translate what Kru’Gorah had said while maintaining his subservience to him. 

 

”Your Grace. Lord Kru’Gorah speaks true. While your estate is certainly an impressive sight to behold. We simply cannot agree to a meeting where direct action can not be taken if some sort of emergency or dire situation were to arise.” Master Privo began to cycle through a few of his ledgers and pages. 

 

Images of warships big and small were drawn in a Tolkien style of beautiful calligraphy accompanied the flowing cursive of names and paragraphs of said ships that were scrawled onto the page. The Forgotten Fleet’s manifest lay at his finger tips, or at least a portion of it did. Hundreds of ships that carried thousands of lives all put to the page by Master Privo himself. He was truly a testament to what Goblins and other savage beasts could become under the guiding hand of Legion. 

 

”As per my master Lord Kru’Gorah’s wishes. The meeting will be set on the main pier of your port at sunrise, as per your request on the time. We may also meet on the beach away from the city you may decide which and we will find you regardless. Furthermore we will be bringing a single warship to drop off Our Dark Lord from a distance far out of range of the ships cannons as to show good faith that we are not here to attack but for diplomacy. Your Grace may expect The Vagrant Queen, I will leave the necessary paper on the ships layout and appearance here for you.” Master Privo removed a page from the Forgotten Fleet’s Charter and placed it on a nearby desk facing down so one of her servants could collect it. 

 

”Though I am afraid these terms are not negotiable, your Grace. We would hate to have to bring the entire fleet to port if our King were to meet you in your home. We live in uncertain and dangerous times, and the protection of our King is of the utmost importance. You’ll find that this concession is more than fair. While I wish we could talk more it appears you are busy with the birth of a new nation and your constituents. Congratulations your Grace and we hope to meet you tomorrow to continue negotiations. Our King is most excited to speak with you in person.” with a deep and dismissing bow, the goblin gathered his things and was given a look by Kru’Gorah that it was time to leave. 

 

”By your lead my liege.” And with that the two exited the room. 

 

However that was not before the little goblin made eye contact with the dwarf smoking his pipe. While Master Privo always carried himself with an air of grace and style, on this occasion the normally calm eyes of Privo turned into the classic yellow snake slit eyes of a goblin threatening its quarry. With ledgers tucked under his arms the goblin lifted his hands to the smoking dwarf and tattooed across his knuckles were the words “Kill Dwarfs”. Now the two were ready to leave and walked out the door.

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"You should remind your dark lord that he needs what the Queen offers more than what he has to offer!"

He spoke even though they turned their backs to leave, raising his voice as they walked. They could act as if they didn't care, however, the ball was far from being in their court. If they wanted to join this existence, they had to be willing to change to some degree. Dredge was smart to want to remain by the water. As memory recalled of the debriefings concerning the defense of Last Chance, Dredge both arrived and fled by water, but not before wreaking havoc on the beaches and the city itself. A prison break even occurred. While Caelum painted an easy target for his flavor of warfare, it's parent dominion spanned approximately 60% of the country beyond this meek port city. While Xartia wouldn't let anything happen to her highness, her nation was in the care of the larger one. Any offenses against the cub should surely warrant retaliation from the mother.

"As if you need to further entertain these terrorists with negotiations beyond those already afforded."

He muttered more or less to himself, though hoped She had heard him if no one else. Clearing his throat, he began again on a more audible level.

"Forgive me if I have spoken out of turn."

Without looking at Akako, he apologized, continuing to watch the visitors leave beyond the ability of the naked eye. When they were far enough he allowed his gaze to return the the others in attendance. Though his only official title was of the Scarlet Council in which the city no longer answered to, it wasn't quite clear what Xartia was to Akako. Though memory served to those familiar that she was typically not rather fond of him. Was he some sort of lax POW as a result of the coup? Was he a double agent all along? Perhaps he was or is playing a role more direct to her majesty such as adviser or guardian. 

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             Lilith watched as her comrades left the town meeting her demon sense of hearing feeling the sting of words from a less than happy @Twitterpated . She eyed him with a look that could melt permafrost but bit her tongue. However it was less than ladylike to bother herself with testosterone fueled ignorant thralls such as this. She instead would turn her attention to the queen who had yet to address the man at her side, Lilith could understand the kitsune's position however. To speak out against her (what Lilith assumed was an adviser) would give the impression of instability in the court. Something that no leader could afford, and yet to agree with them would certainly offend a possible ally or even worse create a new powerful enemy. That being said she was not here on their accord, but on her masters.
Altre had given clear instructions to avoid confrontation at all costs. This was a commercial trip not some diplomatic mission.

The air was tense as the seconds dragged on she could feel the burning of mana within the fire ruby that was inlaid in her ebony golden choker.  Her master was listening, and something had struck a chord. All the better she had been sent, while her master was indeed a powerful mage he had little control of his temper. She was a better choice for this voyage in all senses of the idea and she knew this. She would focus her calming aura within her breast as to boost her cool and controlled demeanor to all that would be soon to see her. Waves of serenity washed over her like a blade quenched in oil her anger would be quelled to a non existence. She would accidentally begin to exude the aura outwards, she was not used to the influx of magical energy in the land of Genesaris. The soft invisible aura of tranquility would begin to infect those around her if they were not properly fortified against this, not that it was particularly harmful. Calmness wasnt really an affliction after all. 


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Despite the Town Hall's meeting agenda being disrupted, Akako had delivered the announcement which ended with a roar of applause. The reason Akako hadn't redirected the questions to the end of the meeting was that they weren't citizens of Port Caelum. It was highly unlikely that they had been able to receive the agenda before the meeting and so the Queen allowed their requests initially before delving into the announcement. It had been brief, her speech, and beneath the applause, Xartia's voice cut into the cacophony. She failed to react to his statement, still smiling politely as her hand raised and the cheers quieting after a moment.

The guests from Legion addressed her once more, and Akako looked to the Djinn as he spoke. It had been purposeful, the way Akako gave command rather than a request when providing the location of the meeting. Akako was pleased when he suggested neutral ground; it gave her confidence that they weren't mindless barbarians, and there was intelligence amongst Legions ranks. The vixen could respect the reasoning to change the location, but it seemed others in her court didn't share the sentiment.  

Even after she nodded her head in response and the pair retreated down the row, Xartia's answer cut through the auditorium. It took a considerable amount of effort not visibly to react to the Cambion's outburst. She retorted, her voice measured and precise. "Lord Pendragon, that is quite enough. While This One is flattered by your unwavering loyalty, please trust that This One can manage her political affairs without your intervention. Please, refrain from undermining me again." 

The demoness hadn't even bothered to look at him. Akako was irate that much he would be able to tell even though her tone didn't give it away. 

Her attention returned to the people in the crowd, and she refreshed her smile for them. "This One will take your questions, concerns, and suggestions now. Please do not hesitate. Raise your hand, and we will do  our very best to get to everyone tonight." 

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