Solarian Refugee Camp

"... And that is how we find ourselves here" Marcus had been talking for a good twenty minutes which was the time it took for the three Solarians and Nyx to slowly ride over to the Solarian encampment which was still being set up. It would not be a pleasant sight for Nyx to see so many people tired, hungry and without the essentials in life. The mood in the camp was grim with the unmissable chill of despair oozing from each and every individual as they dragged their feet behind them. Marcus thrust his fist into the air steadying his horse with his other hand as he did so. "Fellow countrymen. My friends. I have spoken with the Lord of this City and he had graciously allowed us a respite long enough to replenish our food supplies and seek aid. Now they're may be beings in the city that are not like us, they are... different but that does not mean that you should not show them courtesy and be grateful for what they have done for us. I made a promise to the lord that on our honour as Solarians we would keep the peace and spend our time here quietly, without incident. Should I discover that any of you has broken this oath, the swift punishment of Solaa will soon be upon you."

Nyx was seeing an example of being distitute. It was not a pretty site. After Marcus had finished his speech she had to say something. "What are your plans from here?" Nyx knew Aaedan has more then enough to feed and clothe these people, perhaps even help them retake their lands if they wanted it. Solaria according to the maps Ildesias had provided, was their closest neighbor. That and the many races running wild south of Aaedan could lead to a new warfront. Perhaps she should make the offer... She decided to wait until she had heard Marcus' plan's for his people.

"From here?" Marcus rose an inquisitive brow as he came to a halt in the midst of the camp. "Well from here Tribune we find our way again. New lands to till and call home. New challenges to overcome and grow from. New people to interact with. Perhaps, if we regain the strength, reclaim our home land." The Solarian let out a long deep sigh, his eyes catching some commotion in the distance. "But that is just a dream, far from realities grasp" The weathered Solarian lightly dug his heals into his steed spurring it back into a light trot towards the center of activity. 

Approaching the commotion would reveal the scene to both Marcus and Nyx. Forming a thick perimeter around the edge of the camp was a large crowd of seemingly agitated Solarians wielding whatever they could lay their hands upon. The cause of their anger and the object of their frustration seemed to be a caravan surrounded by armour guards of some description bearing an unfamiliar insignia. The crowd was in an uproar shouting foriegn insults and slurs at the guardsmen who's attempt at charity had been met with confused defense. Understandable of course with the Solarian refugees being far from home surrounded by all manner of strange and new people. How were they to know friend from foe. Marcus rode hastily out into the midst of the ruckus positioning himself boldly between his people and the Phoenix state men. He spoke in a bellowing, stern voice attempting to both calm his allies and potential ward off those unknown to him. "You there! Go no further. What business do you have here, with me and my people?"

"Who are you to question and command me? Your settlement is with sight of the Kiraxo-Torsal Fort. Understand one thing when you speak, your settlement is at OUR mercy, so tell them to get used to it. Just because there are non-humans in my ranks doesn't mean we are ignorant to foreign language, an equality is enforced here. We are in The Free City, these lands are exactly what the name states they are, and the Kiraxo-Torsal Fort is here to ensure that this lands remain this way. Your hatred will not be welcomed here if it persists. So take this food and these building supplies, change your heart, or get out.

So we will start this conversation over.

Welcome to the southern territory of The Fre City. I am Arch Lord, Izol, of the Kiraxo-Torsal Fort. Your settlement is within our territory and we have taken notice to your need. We have come with the gift of food and shelter, as well as protection. Again, I say, welcome.", the Arch Lord spoke to the foreigner questioning and commanding him.

The sun glistened off the mans brass armor. He was definitely distinguishable from the other officers. His eyes would stare into those of Marcus's, reinforcing his words from before, all while carrying a welcoming smile on his face. His Rhino remained calm, staring into the crowd, waiting on his next command.

As soon as this commander opened his mouth to speak, before he had even muttered more then a few words, Marcus had reached for his weapon, tightly gripping the hilt in an attempt to contain his bubbling anger. "Who am I to question and command you? I ask you the very same question! You have no power over me and my people." Marcus jumped down from his horse, slapping it lightly to lead it back into the crowd. He mimicked the Phoenix state commander as he spoke: "We are at YOUR Mercy? Equality will be ENFORCED? These Lands are FREE?" Marcus stopped there, turning his back to the commander to gaze upon his people who were staring back at him, looking at him for guidance, for a better future. He calmed a little turning back towards Izol to listen to the last of his words. As his mouth began to open, Nyx's voice seemed to emanate words of his own thinking. "I know little of this place we have arrived in but it would seem we are in equal standings 'Arch Lord'. I care not for your aid. You have offended me, my people and apparently Tribune Nyx here. Now take your charity and leave before we come to blows." Marcus' voice had calmed to a serious low tone, his hand still planted firmly on his weapon. He glanced over to Nyx to offer her an appreciative nod before fixing his eyes to Izol, watching vigilantly for his next move. 

Aia closed her eyes and shook her head. "What a debacle," she said quietly. Kyra huffed, somewhat amused at the events taking place.

Aia walked towards Marcus, Nyx, and Izol, shaking her head as she did so and stood between them, arms outstretched as if she intended to pull them all together. She was fairly tall, with long blonde hair braided and pulled behind her head.

"Such hostility," she announced. She looked and smiled at Izol. "I know not who you are, Phoenix-man, but some folks may not be accustomed to the authoritative rule you may be acquainted with. If you would help these people, then apologize and give them what they need. And then be on your way. It would not be wise to try and kill this man, or any of this people, for a simple argument. I doubt Lord Ildesias would like that. We don't have to be enemies here, brothers and sisters," Aia looked at everyone in the group. "We should be working together for a common cause. Not arguing about meaningless things."

-BOOM CRACK FIZZLE-
"Hey how's it goin'?" A bolt of lightning hit the ground and Levi appeared, facing the wrong direction. "Woops! Haven't done that in a while, got turned around."

The mage looked around at the crowd then to Nyx, ready to lecture her. "I heard you might be getting yourself in trouble, I think the king would be very cross with me if he found out you were picking fights."

Izol would speak to the being from the bolt of lightning, "She is standing against the military force of the Free City. We do not take kindly to hateful words and visitors trying to dictate what the law is. This is a land for free people, and racism is not welcome here. Remind her of her position when visiting a foreign land. We may fly the flag of The Phoenix State, but we are soldiers for the Free City, and we are the officials appointed to make sure peace is kept and the enemy out."

"As for the rest of your, when I return, I expect your attitude to be different. You will keep these supplies and use them because you need to, not because you want to. I sincerely want the best for your people, but if they will not respect the people and protectors of these lands, no matter their race, you will not be welcomed." Izol spoke out to the rest.

Izol would would turn to his men and deliver orders to return to the fort. The caravan was empty and would leave the presence of the Solarian refugees. The Kiraxo-Torsal soldiers wouldn't attack unless necessary, and he was hoping they would abide by the rules and make themselves a new home.

Exit to Kiraxo-Torsal Fort

"That was clearly not orchastrated by Ildesias. I think we need to speak with the Lord of the Free City. I need to apologize for this incident and report it."

About this time the rest of her men had arrived in march formation. She turned to Marcus. "Would it be alright if I left these men to assist should anymore trouble come? I don't trust the Pheonix, even if they say they are Free City Troops, I doubt that their alligence is strong."