Post by Anthony on May 3, 2011 16:02:04 GMT -5
It had been a hard ride the past 7 days. Alaric knew he must hurry to catch the Mother Confessor before she left. He would meet with her and have her answer. They were on the edge of mud people land. He knew they were being watched. The Mud People were masters of stealth. Alaric stopped.
He spoke in the Mud peoples language. "I am Alaric Trabane. Alaric the bold, was the name I was givin here as a child. I spent 8 months among you learning stealth and the use of the Troga.
A Man appeared from what seemed out of thin air. Alaric dismounted.
"Greetings Alaric the bold." The man reached back and punched Alaric.
His men stured, not knowing what was happening. With a hand he calmed them. "Greetings" Alaric returned the punch. "I am seeking the Mother Confessor. I was told she is here. "
"Yes. He replied.She is here. You may enter our land but they must remain here." He said pointing at the 12 men Alaric had brought.
"These are my men. They will cause no trouble."
"No. If you wish to enter they must stay. No foreign army will enter our village."
"Fine." Alaric turned to his men. "You will wait here. Set up Camp and I will return when I have spoken with her."
The men knew better then to question his orders.
"Lets go." Alaric said.
****
They came upon the village and right away he noticed the commotion. Something was going on. Then he saw her. She was pretty woman. He thought to himself, to bad she is a confessor. He approached her. She turned and spotted him.
"Mother Confessor." He Bowed. " I am Alaric Trabane. Leader of the free peoples of D'Hara. I have sent a number of messages to you requesting a meeting. I know you are a very busy woman. So when I heard you were close I thought I would come speak with you myself."
She eyed him. "You are correct I am very busy."
" This is in the best interest of the people of the Midlands and D'Hara."
"OK I will listen."
They went to a room by them selves. Alaric had only one chance at this, he better make it good.
"Mother Confessor. The world around us is falling apart. The treaty that held the three lands together is crumbling. The old world is in constant war. Once a faction is victorious, were do you think they will look next. I have broken away from the Lord Rahl because of his inaction. I believe me must be ready. We must reunite the peoples of the new world. But before peace there must be war."
"What are you getting at General?" She asked.
"An alliance between us. Together we can unite the three lands again. With my knowledge and skill at war. Along with yours we can accomplish this. We can bring peace to the land. We can bring stability. The midlands is breaking apart. We can restore it. With my men you would have a force enough to put a halt to these renegade confessors. My men are well trained. They can hunt down and eliminate the treat they are causing you. But first I must ask for your help in uniting my own country."
He paused. "I will answer any questions you have, we can create the greatest alliance the world has seen in generations."
He stopped and waited for her. What would she say he thought.
He spoke in the Mud peoples language. "I am Alaric Trabane. Alaric the bold, was the name I was givin here as a child. I spent 8 months among you learning stealth and the use of the Troga.
A Man appeared from what seemed out of thin air. Alaric dismounted.
"Greetings Alaric the bold." The man reached back and punched Alaric.
His men stured, not knowing what was happening. With a hand he calmed them. "Greetings" Alaric returned the punch. "I am seeking the Mother Confessor. I was told she is here. "
"Yes. He replied.She is here. You may enter our land but they must remain here." He said pointing at the 12 men Alaric had brought.
"These are my men. They will cause no trouble."
"No. If you wish to enter they must stay. No foreign army will enter our village."
"Fine." Alaric turned to his men. "You will wait here. Set up Camp and I will return when I have spoken with her."
The men knew better then to question his orders.
"Lets go." Alaric said.
****
They came upon the village and right away he noticed the commotion. Something was going on. Then he saw her. She was pretty woman. He thought to himself, to bad she is a confessor. He approached her. She turned and spotted him.
"Mother Confessor." He Bowed. " I am Alaric Trabane. Leader of the free peoples of D'Hara. I have sent a number of messages to you requesting a meeting. I know you are a very busy woman. So when I heard you were close I thought I would come speak with you myself."
She eyed him. "You are correct I am very busy."
" This is in the best interest of the people of the Midlands and D'Hara."
"OK I will listen."
They went to a room by them selves. Alaric had only one chance at this, he better make it good.
"Mother Confessor. The world around us is falling apart. The treaty that held the three lands together is crumbling. The old world is in constant war. Once a faction is victorious, were do you think they will look next. I have broken away from the Lord Rahl because of his inaction. I believe me must be ready. We must reunite the peoples of the new world. But before peace there must be war."
"What are you getting at General?" She asked.
"An alliance between us. Together we can unite the three lands again. With my knowledge and skill at war. Along with yours we can accomplish this. We can bring peace to the land. We can bring stability. The midlands is breaking apart. We can restore it. With my men you would have a force enough to put a halt to these renegade confessors. My men are well trained. They can hunt down and eliminate the treat they are causing you. But first I must ask for your help in uniting my own country."
He paused. "I will answer any questions you have, we can create the greatest alliance the world has seen in generations."
He stopped and waited for her. What would she say he thought.