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The Magnificant
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2014
The fae nation had an extensive history, that's to be said that they ruled over these lands for hundreds of years without incident. Their people relied on the strength of others to survived, and as such they had become a melting pot of races and the face of peace. They were a trade nation, rich with goods and fortified by reliability. There had been wars, of course, but none so vicious as the one they had just endured. None so vicious as the war they had forcefully gathered here to discuss the terms and conditions of their surrender.
Outside, the toll of death was too high. Docked ships burned, bodies of creatures from werewolves to dwarves lay scattered. So many men had died protecting the land they had come to call home. So many guards, so many farmers with their pitchforks. Fires recently put out still smoked and kindled. That smell of smoke, she would never forget for it even penetrated the walls of her castle, a saddened reminder of what was to come.
The room was quiet considering there were so many people in it. On one side, the victorious amazonians with their hard stares and battle-hardened bodies. On one, the rules of the land, the faes. Faes were an interesting breed. Man or woman, they were all very delicate and 'pretty'. The women bared wings, like life-size faries. The men had no wings and as such, came to resemble elves who were in all actuality their closest cousin.
The queen sat at the end of the table. Her blonde hair was long, her body beautiful and robust like any fae woman. Her folded wings were a color closest to purple, accentuating the beautiful blue dress she wore with a flaring skirt and a traditional open back.
The fae, being as vulnerable as they were, had few defense mechanisms. One of them was their beauty, of course, the other was the quality of their eyes. When they wished, their eyes became vacant and pupil-less. It made it impossible to tell where the fae were looking and more than likely completely weirded other people out. Most, if not all of the fae nobles held that vacant, pupiless stare. They were no doubt watching the amazons closely, however.
The fae queen kept her seat, their fate was in the hands of their captors now. The proud woman allowed her pupils to come into view for only a moment as she looked at the leader of the amazons but it quickly slid away again as she pushed her long hair behind her, her wings settling.
"May we get these negotiations started?" She voiced finally, clearly annoyed. Her nobles flustered like bugs as she spoke, adjusting, wings fluffing and rattling. Like the amazons, faes were a matriarchal society and none had more guts than the fae queen herself. "Surely you want something. What would it be? Goods? Weapons? We can arrange that if you merely speak your thoughts."
Outside, the toll of death was too high. Docked ships burned, bodies of creatures from werewolves to dwarves lay scattered. So many men had died protecting the land they had come to call home. So many guards, so many farmers with their pitchforks. Fires recently put out still smoked and kindled. That smell of smoke, she would never forget for it even penetrated the walls of her castle, a saddened reminder of what was to come.
The room was quiet considering there were so many people in it. On one side, the victorious amazonians with their hard stares and battle-hardened bodies. On one, the rules of the land, the faes. Faes were an interesting breed. Man or woman, they were all very delicate and 'pretty'. The women bared wings, like life-size faries. The men had no wings and as such, came to resemble elves who were in all actuality their closest cousin.
The queen sat at the end of the table. Her blonde hair was long, her body beautiful and robust like any fae woman. Her folded wings were a color closest to purple, accentuating the beautiful blue dress she wore with a flaring skirt and a traditional open back.
The fae, being as vulnerable as they were, had few defense mechanisms. One of them was their beauty, of course, the other was the quality of their eyes. When they wished, their eyes became vacant and pupil-less. It made it impossible to tell where the fae were looking and more than likely completely weirded other people out. Most, if not all of the fae nobles held that vacant, pupiless stare. They were no doubt watching the amazons closely, however.
The fae queen kept her seat, their fate was in the hands of their captors now. The proud woman allowed her pupils to come into view for only a moment as she looked at the leader of the amazons but it quickly slid away again as she pushed her long hair behind her, her wings settling.
"May we get these negotiations started?" She voiced finally, clearly annoyed. Her nobles flustered like bugs as she spoke, adjusting, wings fluffing and rattling. Like the amazons, faes were a matriarchal society and none had more guts than the fae queen herself. "Surely you want something. What would it be? Goods? Weapons? We can arrange that if you merely speak your thoughts."