Hegemony (Stamarian Military/Closed) Jan 27, 2011 16:03:34 GMT -5
Post by Ribitta on Jan 27, 2011 16:03:34 GMT -5
For three days the small Stamarian force had camped outside the walls of Teradia, sending two formal diplomats into the city each day, one in the morning and then another in the evening. The corresponding reports seemed to be quite successful. They reported not being harassed beyond anything that was obviously custom to the people, and curiously enough the languages were all but the same. Dialect differed slightly, of course, but for the most part this ancient civilization spoke quite understandably to those of the Stamarian Empire. Already jokes were circulating that this alliance would be secured from the Korin in no time due to their illiteracy and savage behaviors. While the Stamarians considered Teradia primitive in many regards, no diplomat had yet been unimpressed.
The Stamarian force was merely seven or eight dozen tents though, housing the tiny force of approximately 250 men and women. Indeed, the Emperor had no intention of making even a gesture of war toward these people. The flaps of the largest tent split open, drawn apart from the inside, and the towering figure of the Emperor himself appeared from the folds. Every diplomat had stated specifically the time and date that, should Teradia permit it, the rest of the Stamarians would make their entry into the city itself. That time had come.
Frigid air washed over the steel-like man, and his sonorous voice boomed throughout the camp, ”We will be leaving within the hour.” Without another word, he returned to his tent, the belongings already being packed up. He expected to hear from a man or two before departure, and once inside the city everyone would have their own tasks. Specifically, the Order of the Blade had arrived at the Emperor’s request, a surprising turn of events for many peering eyes. The Order of the Blade were not the only surprising choices as many low ranking men and women had been hand-picked by the Emperor as well. Sometimes the people forgot how closely their leader watched them.
Returning to the small, though not by most standards, desk that had been set up within his tent, the Emperor reviewed the papers one final time. He fully expected to hear the entrance of a handful of individuals within the following minutes, but until then he would enjoy his last few moments of peace before the world would churn at his words. It always did.