((SUPER long one I'm sorry in advance))
20 years ago...
Aluthe (#9), Capital of the Reborn Court
The people raved outside the Inner Gardens. Chanting and prayers were heard from the rallies. The Secessionists, as they called themselves, were essentially the closest thing to a political party the Court has ever had. They composed a majority of the human populace and a majority of the Nymph's were sympathizers if not full-blown organizers for them. They asked, ironically, for one policy: Secede from the Alliance and return to the Reborn Courts roots, away from the politics and industry of the outside world. Today, then, was their greatest victory, though bittersweet it would come to be in history...
Tala gazed over the balconies of the naturally grown walls of the inner garden, essentially the palace-home of the Nymph race, and the castle from which Tala governs. Tala saw thousands gather to witness the momentous day; The day Tala would tell the other Durnites that history will not repeat itself; Not on her watch. As she finished delivering a peppy, encouraging and emotional speech, The people cheered. Nymph officials carried all the paperwork regarding the joining of the alliance, and places in in the dirt in front of her, as a slight rain began to fall. Raising her hand, The papers magically burst into flames and were turned to ash in seconds. "Let the past only fuel our future, my children: like ashes of a burn fertilizes a new growth."
Soldiers ran up to speak to Tala, panic in their eyes. alarm horns were sound in the far corners of the city. Anger formed in Tala's face.
"Move the people into the inner gardens. Evacuate the city to the palace."
The people screamed as they saw flying Highmorne battleships rise over head. Iron cannon-balls rained, the adobe structures shattered instantly in the hale-storm of death. Whole corridors and streets collapse in on itself, as hordes of terrified Ents and humans were claimed as collateral damage...
Ashes. The dust filled the air like ashes. Tala herself walk the ruins of her military college and surrounding district. The death toll was thousands easily. Her daughters and sisters wept and moaned, but no sound came from Tala. Nothing came from her blank, stony countenance. She stooped down to see that she stood atop a pile of splintered wood. Ent wood.
"Melias, come here." She whispered to her eldest daughter, beckoning her over without looking up. With a slight quiver she stated simply, under her breath and in confidence to the future general Melias "Remember today. Nothing matters but today. Remember this carnage. They are ALL *incapable* of more then this. Always remember today... and make them ALL feel this way."
Still an unpopular decision, military reaction was not taken to this beyond self-defense measures. But what could be taken? The Reborn court would fall into a decade of obscurity...
Today...
Aluthe (#9)
((Passages in quotes are written by
@ChelonianCommander ))
Melias walked the military college, as she did every year. The structure was beautiful; huge rough river stones, natural clay mortar, and slanted wall wider at the base then the top. Wide arrays of bright colors marked the school. Melias' elite guard came to her, and informed her that she was to meet Lady Tala at the north gate.
At the north gate a caravan of saurians bearing gifts appeared. Lady Melias, general of the Reborn Court, met with the Great Lady Tala to except the gifts. The faces were lovely but showed absolutely no emotions. A disquieting stillness filled the air as the Suarians rolled into Aluthe.
The Saurian caravan was being led by one of the higher Ranking members of Clan Bethyi, a one armed and one eyed Saurian woman wearing studded leather and riding ontop a barded Pachy. The caravan consists of 12 wagons, each being pulled by a Parasaur, 6 of which carrying silver icons and statues and gold coins of Allience make, and 4 carrying salted meat, grains, and aged wine. The last 2 were simply supplies needed for the journey. The woman leading the caravan speaks up as they approach the gates. "I am Mythi of Clan Bethyi, my Matriarch, Bethyi Matriarch Hegta told me to present to your leader, Lady Tala with gifts of food, silver and gold."
"Greetings, Mythi." said Tala "Our gratitude is inexpressable!" She laughed slightly at that. "Please, come with us to the Resource Banks to store these generous gifts. You must be tired, please allow a gift in return - we have a guest home near the inner garden in the east district. there you may eat provisions and stay as long as you need to prepare for the long journey home - As an expression of our thankfulness." While Tala bears a giddy smile throughout this encounter. Melias, during this, bore a cold expression. No words came from her, or any one else. Just a blank gaze.
"Of course..." Mythi replies as she gestures for the caravan to follows Tala to store the gifts. While she rides along, Mythi makes sure to stay within earshot of the Lady. "My lady, these gifts do not come without a cost. Bethyi Matriarch Hegta wishes that this tribute would be enough for you to consider opening up communications with Saurian Matriarch Shiye." She explains.
There was a pause. Frowning, Tala said "Mythi, as grateful as we are, We cannot return to the alliance. Just please understand..." Melias shifted her stance behind Tala, her face not so much as blinking. "...to rejoin with the Highmourne is not something the Court Folk want or need. I hope you do not take this the wrong way. Though, if you simply mean communications or trade with Shiye, that I CAN accomplish. "
"hmm...Mythi went into thought for a moment. "I beleive that the Matriarchs wish for you to meet them in person. I do not know for what reason, but they seem to wish to speak to you in person. I have 50 good warriors with me so if you require an escort to Mikhe, we shall provide. The offer shall only last the week, as we cannot stay longer then that time."
More silence. Tala looked at the other nymphs, who almost seemed disapproving. "I can come with you, but I will bring escorts of my own." stated Tala.
"Very well. We will allow you 30 of your warriors to accompeny us back to Mikhe. Take as much time as you need, but know that our caravan leaves exactly one week from now." Mythi replies. "I encourage you to prepare for travel before that time."
Melias grunted, though the others ignored this. Tala spoke again "I will bring my 50, and follow your party at a respectable distance." Something about her tone spoke volumes about the 'legitimacy' of her friendly expression at this "...Or not at all, if you prefer." It was clear, for whatever reason, that the Reborn Court has become a lot less friendly to outsiders compared to there last meeting...
Wether it was 30 or 50, it didn't really matter to Mythi, but still having 50 non-allied warriors following her group made her uncomfortable. "Fine. Bring 50. My other statement still stands. We shall leave at the end of the week, with or without you. I ask that you take that into consideration." Mythi states.
"Very well." said Tala. Within the next week the two parties departed. Tala and her 50 guards followed about half a mile behind at comparable pace to the caravan. Soon, the familiarity of her forest were behind her. They passed Highmoune lumber camps and then hills and rocky lands; The realm of the Saurians sprawled out before them.