RP:A Matter of History
Frozen Throne
Satoshi, at present, is seated sidelong on the ice-encased blue iron throne, head bent to speak closely to the wood elf standing beside her. The elf, clearly a ranger by attire of smooth leathers, worn and frosted, nods along to the words, occasionally frowning in-between. Placed on the throne's arm between the magus and ranger is a collection of paper scraps, marked heavily with ink where they've scrawled notes, maps, ideas, and estimates throughout their conversation. Aside from the discussion, the throne room is quiet, the guards alert but unobtrusive at their stations, the pair of snow gryphons flanking the throne yawning with the idle hours rolling by. Simply another day of business in Frostmaw for one and all.
Kasyr 's presence is notably less regal in appearance, given that he's currently leaning up against a section of wall, talking to the guards adjacent to him. At a glance, the trenchcoated Kensai is more of a curiosity- if one didn't know any better. And a potential source of smokes, given that the Revenant is currently smoking, and appears to have a few more cigarettes currently trapped beneath the band of his goggles.
Slit slowly walks into the throne room and takes in the beauty of all that surrounds him. He glances over at the guards all standing along the walls of the circular throne room. This being his first time in the throne room he studies it closely attempting to memorize its every crack and detail. Slit's mismatched collection of armor gives evidence to the fact that he doesn't have much coin to his name, although his long white hair does give the impression of wisdom from the ancient wood elf. He uses his long bow as a staff for walking as each step he takes he has a slight wobble in his step from the appearance that his knees are starting to go. He slowly walks towards the Queen and before getting too near her throne he kneels down and bows his head in a show of respect for the lady of the snow as he has heard many stories of her valor. Then looking down at the floor he awaits to be recognized before speaking to the Queen as is proper for any visitor of royalty.
Satoshi's vulpine ear twitches in the direction of the arrival, although she does not halt her discussion until she's said all she needs to. A nod is given to the ranger, who bows his head in return before taking his leave, walking past the stranger with a long, confident stride. Once Quinton has departed, Satoshi turns to sit properly, amber-flecked eyes regarding the newcomer with an unreadable expression--only once flicking toward Kasyr with eyebrows raised. "And who might you be~?" The kit's words are turned lyrical by the tones of music lacing her voice, a rhythm to her speech made visible by the stately swaying of her vulpine tails around her.
Kasyr 's particular response to the current happenings is a very subtle raising of his shoulders, before he simply lets them fall back once more. That done, he simply allows himself to lapse into silence- bring an altogether abrupt ending to the conversation he was holding, effectively devoting himself to the task of chain-smoking.
Slit looks upon the lady with his deep blue eyes that are adorned with his solid white brows that look almost like clouds soaring through the skies. He gives a smile and then replies "I am the Ancient Elf Slit, father of Queen Jacklin of Larket, and I have come seeking your blessing and recognition in my quest to build a great oasis bazaar" He then lowers his head back down, he then notices the smell of smoke lingering in the room and listens with his pointed ears a series of slight whispers from the direction of Kasyr, he attempts to not pay attention and maintain his focus on the Queen as she is the most important person in the room.
Satoshi doesn't change her expression, although a tail or two does twitch in reaction to a few of the words. But those flickers of an inquisitive mind can wait. There is a more important subject at hand: the reason for the elf's appearance. "An oasis bazaar? I can only assume you mean in the Nameless Desert? And what, exactly, do you need my blessing for in this endeavor? The territories of Frostmaw are leagues away from the desert and not associated with it in the least. Lands of ice and snow have little reason to have interest in a realm of sand and heat."
Kasyr actually bothers to chime in at this point, if only to state, "If anything, getting the desert dragons' blessing should likely be a higher priority on your list of things to do. Well, provided he surfaces." By this point, the Revenant has reduced his current cigarette to a stub- something which has him discarding it to the ground, if only so he can snuff it out with the toe of his boot. From there, he simply begins to tug at the band of his goggles, though not to such a degree as to dislodge his back-up smokes.
Slit nods his head and then brushing his white hair behind his ears he says "you are the majestic Queen of Frostmaw, many respect you and wait for your words to give their lives purpose, with your blessing I believe many more would come to help in the building of the city, and should the city be created I would like for there to be formal relations between your kingdom and my people so that we may exchange in commerce and promote peace." then looking over towards Kasyr who had made a comment about the dragon "The Cateran lived in the desert long before he came and yet he did not seek permission from I or Jacklin"
Satoshi bites back a laugh as she settles deeper into her seat. "Dragons do not seek permission from -anyone-, especially in a land long unclaimed by any territory. None have held it since Ahkall, save for other saurians daring and capable enough to maintain a vast, dead region. Larket has next to no holds in the lands anymore aside from its namesake city itself. I'm quite familiar with the city, and never once have I heard your name spoken, so again I ask, who exactly are you? And what do you even have to offer? I'm beginning to think you're a liar beneath the flattery, so consider your answers very carefully."
Kasyr releases the band of his goggles, allowing it to snap back to his forehead with an audible 'Twang'- if only so his hand can be freed up to scratch at his chin, "I don't recall the Lady Larket taking any specific interest, or making any claims to the desert. That lady being the only Jacklin I know of. Had she some stake in that place, I imagine she would have said as much- since she wasn't one to mince words." It's at this point the Kensai cocks his head off to one side, "I do have to wonder if we're talking about the same Jacklin, however. You mentioned you're her father, after all- et yet the only Jacklin I know of that has any sort of reknown... Well. She looked fairly human at a glance."
Slit can be seen to be slightly taken aback by the fact they do not know his name he quietly thought to himself what kind of royalty is this that doesn't have an appreciation for history. Then deciding on what next to say "Queen Jacklin is indeed my daughter, you may have noticed a tatoo she has with the letters CR, those letters represent the Cateran Rebels from which I was the leader of. She joined at a young age and I adopted her as my own and raised her to be like me. I am surprised though that you have not heard the name of Slit, the wood elf who forged an empire that covered almost the entire known world? Perhaps too long has passed since I was in my youth, nevertheless should you have questions as to who I am I would be glad to answer any or should you feel that you need to ask someone else the mages library of Baskar has what you seek."
Satoshi's response is an idle sort of shrug. As a scholar and a Magister Templi, she has access to more history than most of the natural world, but she has little interest in a spar of titles with this stranger. Those never go well. Instead, the magus raps out a tune upon the arm of the throne, drawing on the silence before finally breaking it with a simple, "You didn't answer my other question. I advise fewer words." The less words you use, the more true your cause, she's learned. Those that talk too much have much to hide, which is part of what Satoshi has always loved about Jacklin's brand of politics: straightforward, blunt, and usually delivered with a haymaker or a thrown chair.
Kasyr blinks slowly, "Firstly, I wasn't -born- on this continent, nor have I remained strictly on it. So, the occasional lapses in knowledge concerning it's history is somewhat par for the course. Secondly, I've no real inclination to rifle through it's history- unless given reason to. Thirdly, You don't count as sufficient cause for me to rifle through it, unless your vast empires were one of the bloody handed kinds. I'd bother to get a bit more informed, then." There's a certain cynical humour that echoes through the Revenants tone, the likes of which only seems to become more emphasized when he asks, "Et where in every hell es Baskar?"
Slit ponders for a moment stroking his long white beard with his hand considering all that he has that a queen could want, his vast expanse of knowledge of hollow, or perhaps something more material, although he possessed not much "What I have to offer you my queen, is exotic fruits from the desert or if you wish the Hollow Trading Company has invested in the construction of a mine in the desert bottoms and it is reasonable to say that we shall be mining salt within a year, and that we would be happy to export to your kingdom." he then lowers his head and awaits a response from the queen
Satoshi flicks Kasyr a look, more meaning to it than can likely be read by outside sources. When the magus' gaze returns to Slit, it's with a head cocked to one side, and a smile equally lopsided. "You did little research on Frostmaw before coming here, oui? We are a region completely self-sufficient. We are also closely allied to Trist'oth, Enchantment, and Vailkrin. Two of those have declared against your claims already. And the third... well, we shall see. Venturil as well is against you, and I have no disagreements with the War Lord Eboric. This puts me in something of a position, doesn't it? Where were you when Larket was being made a plaything by the Time Lord? Frostmaw was there to protect it. I am finding it difficult to take you at your word, you see, as that seems to be all you can truly offer."
Satoshi told Kasyr, "Are you going to toy with the mouse much more, m'dear calico~? Or will you let the cat out of the bag?"
Kasyr idly clears his throat, "I'm still waiting for answers to my two little queries, too. Or, are you far too engaged with her Ladyship to answer my meager questions?" The vampire pauses for a moment, running a hand through his hair- something which serves to drag the Revenant's particular Calico-cat esque ears out from the tangled mass they were buried within."I suppose I can understand if you don't have time for..common folk, et the like."
Kasyr told Satoshi, "I can't help but take some degree of pleasure out of providing him yet more rope to hang himself with."
Satoshi grins. Just grins.
Slit nods "very well I understand that you are in a position, I thank you for your time and wish you the best my lady. Slit then brushing hair off his shoulders to look at Kasyr "as with any empire blood was shed under it, and as for Baskar it is very close to Frostmaw only a little ways south of here."
Satoshi nods, once more settling back into her throne. "Well then, my husband, Vailkrin's king of the vampire quarter, and I bid you farewell. At least you were able to get two meetings with leaders out of the way, for the price of one~."
Kasyr brings his right hand up, if only to offer a half-assed salute and a lazy grin. Dami would be proud.