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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2020 17:27:10 GMT -5
In broad daylight 5 ships sailed onto Bakhtavu shores, dropping of a corp of diplomats led by a ambassador, with a group of 20 well trained guards as escorts. They didn't want to disrupt the locals, the point was to deliver a diplomatic message to the leader of the Bakhtavu and to request a embassy in their capital. They travelled on the path via foot not wanting to potentially anger the locals and ruin diplomatic integrity. They continued towards Nikabre, not knowing how close or far they were from the capital...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2020 17:57:46 GMT -5
Through the only possible ancient dirt path, all that would be audible is the sounds of the animals deep and the woods, disrupted only by occasional sudden rustling in the surrounding trees. The peace of the nature around would soon be quickly broken as several men darted out from behind the overgrowth: their appearance strangely different from the 'normal' apparel often donned by the Vei-Kurulecha and even that of the nomadic cavalry often roaming the undeveloped outskirts of the Bakhtavu State. They were dressed with torn, dirtied white and brown tunics and their disheveled faces stained with mud: excluding one of the oldest attackers mounted on a horse, who was dressed with a mutilated fur coat that looked as if it had been through multiple wars. The oldest then simply put his hand up in a relatively forceful manner to signal 'stop' to the Kairelian diplomats, his actions in sharp contrast to the almost barbaric behaviour of the other 'nomads' present.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2020 18:29:25 GMT -5
Travelling on the dirt path for a while, the diplomats stopped with their guards following them. As trained, the guards formed a circle around the diplomats and ambassadors and pointed their rifles outward awaiting any sudden action as the diplomats and ambassador in the center laid low, not knowing how to say anything in their language thus being useless diplomatically.
It was the threat of raiders that scared them, from their perspective a simple tax collector wouldn't have such... barbaric clothing and composure. The troops waited, not wanting to fire. Uncertainty spread throught the troops as the commanding officer from the center simply eyed their surroundings thinking a possible ambush was incoming...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2020 17:13:25 GMT -5
The eldest among them would point towards an item presumably of value, presuming they didn't speak Baheu before at least making the attempt: "By order of the Vzeni's will, any items of value you possess will be confiscated by the kingdom for the purposes of revitalization. Cooperation is expected." he'd finish as the rest of the nomads looked on impatiently, few amongst them already preparing an arrow in their weak bows that appeared as if they'd shatter if you touched one. In the distance, the galloping of horses would grow more audible as the seconds passed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 10:23:12 GMT -5
The ambassador knew that this location did not belong to a Kingdom, but perhaps there was some sort of internal split? The diplomats were completely unaware of what this meant, but knew some sort of disaster within the borders could result in the destruction of diplomatic relations... As such, the only option afterwards would be to denounce Bakhtavu as savages which can't keep their own borders in check, and if the Bakhtavu wanted aid from Kaireil, that would be lost in the process. That line of logic was enough to justify his next few words, at least in his eyes as he said, "Slaughter these savages like sheep!" to the commander.
The commander nodded and barked something in Kaireli as the soldiers aimed quickly to the group and shot in all directions, without consideration for who they were shooting. To them it was a mere matter of life or death.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 10:43:54 GMT -5
For more than obvious reasons, the attackers fell quickly: the few nomads collapsed and the eldest's horse abandoned him after the first signs of conflict, causing him to fall to the ground will a harsh thud. The galloping in the distance would grow closer however, their pace seemingly growing more urgent at the notice of audible gun fire, before suddenly ceasing. Several men mounted on the backs of horses would approach, clothed in apparently brand new coats of fur contrasted with a trim of dark green lining on the cuffs of their clothing; upon sight of the scene, one of the men, seemingly of higher status given a rather crudely-made badge on the lapel of his coat, would lightly call a warning to the other soldiers behind him before cautiously stepping forward.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 11:19:18 GMT -5
The gun firing ended with a bark of another order as all "hostiles" in the area were cleared. The soldiers and diplomats decided it'd be best to continue their journey to the capital. The commander, was chosen to be particularly accepting of cultures, but unfortunately was educated in "tribal cultures" and so decided it'd be best to scare of future attacks via "intimidation tactics". The commander walked up to the man and aimed at him, preparing to shoot if not stopped. The plan was to decapitate him and have a pike with his head on it in order to ward off invaders within the forest...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 11:35:18 GMT -5
The 'leader' of the Bakhtavii soldiers remained calm as the weapon was pointed at him, letting out a sigh as the cavalry behind him raised an eyebrow, remaining watchful.
"Batsaikhan, identify the corpses." he called out to one of the soldiers behind him, making sure to not shift his eyes away from the commander in front of him before speaking to him directly, "I'm Ivaanjav, Organiser of this portion of the Bakhtavii Cavalry Militia under the Vei-Kurulecha. I'll have to ask you to lower the weapon, as well as state your names and true reasons for your presence." he finished in Baheu, however making sure to translate some of his statement by pointing at the commander's firearm and gesturing downward. Those behind Ivaanjav would be visibly more stressed in comparison to his behaviour and handling of the situation.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 11:43:30 GMT -5
The commander lowered his weapon as the ambassador stepped forward to speak, "Greetings, we are from Kaireil, here to make contact with Baktavu to reestablish diplomatic contact. We encounter a group of presumably bandits, given there was no instructions to contact Baktavu, we decided to send a armed expedition to the capital, and so we are sorry if any disruption of day to day activities were caused by the movement of our soldiers."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 11:53:51 GMT -5
The soldier sent to investigate the bodies called over to them, "Monarchist remnants, presumably. Most of them look malnourished." he'd state before standing to his feet
Ivaanjav would look to the soldier for a split second then wait for the ambassador to finish speaking: "Well that explains the bandits doesn't it? If you want safe travel through just wait for a militia group to travel through, we all make rounds around the major road ways at some point. But anyhow, restoring contacts shouldn't be difficult, most likely Nikobre isn't even an hour away at this point, just continue up the road and you'll know when you've reached the city: from there just try to find the Vei-Kurulecha, getting audience with them isn't necesarily hard."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 12:37:41 GMT -5
"Thank you, we will use militias on all prior visits." The ambassador said, stepping back and moving to tell the soldiers to prepare to trek to the capital. They'd obey and continue if not interrupted by something else.
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