[Post here first] Southern Valley Pass

The king brows furrow at the request. Regardless of the effectiveness of these constructs, what the ambassador asked for was not something the king took lightly. Cieltherium was the life blood of Gauldin. The mines were shrouded in absolute secrecy and its sale was strictly regulated. They had never traded Cieltherium to another nation. While theoretically possibly the amount he would be willing to part with would be low.



"I am not sure what you ask is possible ambassador. As you used your crystals to power your cities we use ours to do the same. How many tonnes of crystal would you require? If it approaches our usage I will not be able to accommodate you."

The rider nodded and followed the woman. He would wait as patiently as a man in his situation could be expected to.

Midway through Valabrine's response Commandant Viddik leaned in and whispered to the King. Renaux nods and waits for the dead man to finish speaking. The kings response is curt and measured.



"I misunderstood nothing. I am looking towards the future. You are correct our crystals may not be compatible and this may all be a moot point. What if they are though? What will you do if we have what you need, but we can't spare it. That is my concern ambassador. Also you misunderstand something. We do not have a new visitor, Gauldin does. Meaning no disrespect, but I do not make a habit of discussing foreign affairs in front of third parties.  if you wish to speak to the rider you can request a meeting with him after the fact. Since you seem to think I should handle him first I will leave you here and we can resolve these talks on my return. If you require anything simply ask."

With that the king gets to his feet and walks from the room. The hulking body guard and the hatchet faced commandant accompany him.

The rider nodded, his glowing blue eyes locked with king as he spoke, "I am Centurion Emrys Wolfias of the 2nd Legion of Aaedan. I am one of many riders who have been sent to gather what ever allies we can. Our nation, a city state in the heart of the continent has been assaulted by an unknown and horrible magic. It has killed everyone inside our city's walls and brought them back as undead. Normal weaponry cannot stop them, only delay them. It is taking everything our surviving military has to hold them back. If you can spare anything to help us exterminate them and reclaim our home, Aaedan will be in your dept."

The rider saluted the king, a fist slamming to his breastplate, "It is much appreciated your grace. Aaedan will remember your generosity."

One of the guards gestures towards a line up of people.

"Than you can join the queue like everyone else, monsieur."

Since the annexation of Camilla, and trade agreements with the Land Tillers State and Isra foreign travel was becoming more common. The process for passing through the boarder remained the same, but was more streamlines and less personal. Assuming the cloaked figure did as he was told he would wait for thirty minutes in line. After he was at the front he'd be handed the standard paper work looking for various bits of personal information. Name, country of origin, purpose of business, among other things. Once that is filled out he would be issued his travel papers, warned not to lose them, and advised to visit the nearest city guard should he do so.

With the paper work filled out and review, the cloak is handed his travel papers and permitted to go through the gate.

As Norman approaches the guard house he'd no doubt notice the line of travelers awaiting entry. He would be directed to this line and forced to wait. Fortunately the line goes at a good clip. It'd be about twenty minutes before he is allowed to approach the booth. He'd be given the standard papers for entry and asked to fill them out. They covered basic personal information and reason for travel as well as a customs list. Once they were filled out he'd be issued his travel papers. This would be accompanied by an explanation of what to do if they were lost or damaged and what would happen if he was caught without them. Then finally he'd be permitted through the gates.

The sky was darkening as Drakken walked through the pass. He could see stars beginning to dot the heavens as he found himself a small clearing to try and settle himself down for the night. His past taught him that danger could find him anywhere and he took no chances whenever he rested. He went into his more primal survival mode, quickly scouting the immediate area for anyone or anything that could cause him any trouble in the night. Thankfully as far as he was aware, he would be safe for the night. Gathering some wood for a fire he put together a small fire as to not give away his location to anyone outside of scouted area. He found a nice solid tree to fall back on and soon he began to drift off into a slumber.

The sky was full black and the light from his fire had burned out when Drakken stirred from his sleep. A rustling sound nearby woke him in a hurry, quickly jumping to his feet and readying his claws he crouched down ready to pounce. One hooded figure came jumping out of the bushes at him, sword swinging before he came into sight, Drakken only had time to quickly roll out of the way. To bad for him he rolled straight into the grasp of another hooded figure, the mans scent caught his attention immediately. A memory stirred, a happy day with his family, his birthday, quickly it all descended into chaos, men had found them, one had him caught but his father fought back, Drakken ran, fires raged all around him. That was the last he saw of his parents. But now, this smell, the way this man held him, it was the same one.

Drakkens rage took control of him, his mind went blank as he jumped back, pushing the man into a tree and releasing his grip on him. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!" He yelled at the hurt man on the ground. His failure to remain aware got the better of him, a sword sliced across his back. Blood began to pour down his back as he struggled to remain standing. He fell to one knee as the sword wielder move his side and raised his sword. "Another trophy for me then." He said with a sadistic chuckle. He didn't know what happened next, all he remembered was a red hot rage filling his body, pointing his hand up at the sword wielder he imagined his rage pouring out at him. All he could hear was screaming, the man was rolling on the floor, fire had taken to his entire body, that and some of the surrounding trees.

The screaming ceased as the other figure ran off back into the night, Drakkens body felt weak. The sword had left a nasty wound on his back, blood still coming out of it, and whatever he had just done had taken a toll on his body, his mind dulled and he couldn't move, all he felt he could do was lie there and wait to either bleed out or the other man to come back and finish the job.