Author Topic: Diplomacy, not my strong suit  (Read 823 times)

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Warlord Prince of Beinn

Cenric Kabler

Warlord Prince

Diplomacy, not my strong suit
« on: March 22, 2017, 10:19:06 AM »
Aaron was far too easy to rile up, and far too harsh in his estimate of Cenric. He might not be a born politician, but he wasn't an idiot either. He sent the feeling of rolling his eyes over the group thread at the other man's threats of death and profession of hate. They hadn't been working together long, but the sheer number of hours they'd spent planning and talking through problems had built their friendship quickly. Fighting alongside one another in a few raids hadn't hurt either. For all his joking, Cenric followed the other mans attention and committed the faces and short introductions to mind. He'd trust Aaron's instincts here, his were useless. He wanted nothing more than to put his back to a wall and drink while making fun of the Aristos silently with Boudicca and trying his hardest to give Aaron an aneurysm. Unfortunately sacrifices had to be made.*Stay out of trouble.* He sent absently to the group as he chose his target, mostly meaning Boudicca but letting it go to all of them because he knew it would annoy Aaron just a little.

In one last act of rebellion in payment for the jibes, Cenric took three wine glasses from the nearest server's tray, drinking from one and rudely vanishing two for later. He made sure to turn his body so that Aaron could see him do it too, cutting the psychic thread before the other man could get in the last word and making his way to the Warlord Prince of Amelia Aaron had pointed out. Amelia might be in completely different circumstances to Beinn, but he figured the other man might share a little in common with him.

Cenric moved through the crowd quickly and easily for a man his size, even here his Red jewel and caste meant some respect, especially when combined with the bearing of not only an instinctive warrior but a trained and experienced soldier. The whole time he examined the group he was approaching. The Warlord Prince himself wore a Sapphire jewel and moved well, plus there was something else to his psychic scent.he was a big enough threat by himself, though Cenric was confident he could put him down if needed. The Queen he spoke to (Escort? Family? Subject? Some combination?) was another matter. A Grey jewelled Black Widow, he might win that fight too if he had to, but he doubted he could take them both without the element of surprise and overwhelming violence.

He took a quick swallow from his wine (it wasn't bad though Cenric was far from a connoisseur), before vanishing it as he took the last few steps. “Prince Troy, Lady.” He gave the other male only the slightest bow, more of a nod between equals, but gave the Queen a more respectful slightly deeper bow, as her caste and jewel demanded. He didn't know her social rank, though she was apparently not a Province ruler meaning she was likely somewhere lower in the hierarchy.

For once Cenric had planned ahead, and actually rehearsed his greeting on the walk. First he offered a formal greeting to the Prince, his hands down and declaring his dominance. He didn't give a shit about the other mans family, their current social rank was the same and he wasn't about to say Beinn was beneath Amelia in worth, even if their current states were rather different. They shared a caste, and that just left the difference of just one jewel rank between them in Cenric's favour so he'd barely press down, but he did insist on dominance.

“Cenric Kabler, Warlord Prince of Beinn. Do you have a minute?” He held the other males eyes, waiting for him to respond before he offered the same formal greeting to the Queen, but this time allowing her dominance. She might be lower in the social order, but she wasn't technically below him, and with her jewel and caste that was more than made up for. Besides he needed to bring Queens to Beinn, it didn't hurt to get a reputation of being nice to them.

Aaron would be so proud. He thought to himself sarcastically.

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Warlord Prince of Amelia

Nathaniel Troy

Black Widow Warlord Prince

Re: Diplomacy, not my strong suit
« Reply #1 on: March 24, 2017, 02:44:58 AM »
Nathaniel was still feeling a bit raw when the other warlord prince headed his direction. He finished his sentence to his sister as he shifted just a little in front so he could better protect her. It wasn’t conscious move by the male; he didn’t even realize he’d done it until after. He knew it was hard to dismiss habits gained from the war; he was just surprised it flared now. At a party. He sized the other male up out of habit before remembering he was at the dinner party not some tavern looking to get into a fight. He kept his body relaxed but still remained slightly in front of his sister. At least if he got into a fight, he wasn’t wearing his favorite suit, that one was a gorgeous dark hunter green. He decided instead to dress understated in a simple black suit, with a sapphire colored button up shirt. No tie.

He did note the Cenric was attractive and moved liked a warrior. The warlord prince controlled his tongue and didn’t immediately flirt. He blamed it on Etain’s presence more than his own need to keep his head. Nate was slightly bemused by Cenric taking the dominant position in their protocol dance; he followed the other male without too much thought. He didn’t care either way, in the end of the day; Nate would be standing if Cenric pulled something. If not because of Nate’s own jewels or abilities but due to the Gray at his back and the two others floating around the room.  Connections made the man and he wondered if Cenric knew that yet. Well and the snake tooth under his ring finger nail.

“Nathaniel Troy of Amelia and yes I have a moment.” Nate waited to see what the man wanted, probably like all the other provinces he wanted to beg for food or something else. He was sure his head would hurt from the requests he received over the evening. His eyes narrowed just slightly as the other man paid attention to his little sister without an introduction, “Prince Kabler, my sister Etain Troy, Queen of Beuane district.” Nate waited to see what Cenric wanted to talk about, no way was he offering anything first.
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Beaune District Queen
Re: Diplomacy, not my strong suit
« Reply #2 on: March 25, 2017, 02:29:13 AM »
Etain knew the look that Nate gave her after he had glanced at Tobias, and knew that they would be talking about this at a later time. Thankfully, it wouldn't be tonight, not with a party to attend and people all around. He would just have to deal with her having chosen the Herondale male as one of the escorts. She'd at least brought Chance as well, to balance it out. A family member who was called to her, and a male from a rival family who was... it seemed perfectly sound in her mind. Still, she tried to give Nate what comfort she could for the time being, especially as he noticed Hrodi, and returned his hug, before she noticed his attention shifting, causing her own to as well, and she responded to his question moments before.

*I'm afraid so, Brother. Play nice.*

The Warlord Prince was definitely headed in their direction, and Etain straightened properly, holding herself as her rank allowed when he did reach them. She glanced between the two males silently at Nate was greeted first, though her brows then rose as she was greeted as well, before her brother could introduce her. However, she waited for Nate to do so before she responded, her smile polite as she offered the formal greeting in return.

"A pleasure to meet you, Prince Kabler," The woman's soft voice spoke, though despite the demureness of her actions and speech, there was clear knowledge in her movements and voice that she was certainly no wilting flower. She then went quiet again as she looked between the men once again, before continuing, "I believe we may have some time, yes?" She spoke softly, but left the decision for Nate as she watched him. Of course, they were going to have to make time to speak to a few people anyway, so there was little point in denying someone now when no one else was asking for their attention.
« Last Edit: March 25, 2017, 02:51:08 AM by Etain Troy »

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Warlord Prince of Beinn

Cenric Kabler

Warlord Prince

Re: Diplomacy, not my strong suit
« Reply #3 on: March 28, 2017, 10:22:58 AM »
“The pleasure is mine, Lady Troy.” Ah, she was his sister, not a lover then. Well he'd managed to avoid that one possible social gaffe that was a good start, just a thousand thousand more left in conversation. Fucking Aristos, and of course they didn't make things easy. He wanted to offer them a drink and talk frankly about the problems in Beinn, but he doubted that would go down well. As they greeted him he considered sending a psychic thread to Aaron and getting some tips, but his pride wouldn't let him stoop to that. He was the Warlord Prince of Beinn not Aaron, like it or not (and he wasn't sure if he did), he could stand on his own two feet.

Without noticing it Cenric fell into a stance something like standing at attention, feet shoulder-width apart, back ramrod straight, and his empty hand straight down by his side. The other once again full of his wineglass, he was going to need the alcohol. “I hear that Amelia is recovering very well after the war, especially Beaune district. You've even released some wines if I remember? Are any of the wines offered tonight from your province?” Talking about drinks was close enough to offering them a drink, he had remembered the fact from Aaron's briefings before the summit had been called. He kept his attention centered on the Warlord Prince, the more likely threat if not the more dangerous, though he glanced and gave a small nod of deference to the Queen when speaking about her province and directed his questions to her.

So far so good. He was managing not to make an ass out of himself yet, and he took a long sip of his wine to ensure he wouldn't say anything to mess it up. Now he just had to figure out how to segue that opening piece into getting their support behind Beinn, and a declaration of war.

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Warlord Prince of Amelia

Nathaniel Troy

Black Widow Warlord Prince

Re: Diplomacy, not my strong suit
« Reply #4 on: April 02, 2017, 02:13:14 AM »
Nate sighed across the thread between his sister and himself before he closed it down to thread to deal with this visitor. It wasn’t to deal with a threat though he supposed Cenric could easily be one. A good one he decided as the man slid into an attention stance.  Nate realized it for what it was, he spend years and years in the war camps in the forest along Amelia’s borders. He spent more there in the forests than he had in the Troy Estate. He was never supposed be where he was now, ruling instead of Etain. He knew in a time, he didn’t know where for sure, his sister would take over for him. Her duty. He wondered if it chaffed her, the need to fulfill one’s duty. He might have to ask her later.

He kept his focus on the other warlord prince, careful as he could be when dealing with his own caste. He couldn’t help the slight smirk as the man picked a subject to break the ice. He wrapped an arm around his sister and squeezed her gently. “First wine since before the war started.” He gave a light shrug, “most of what Lady Bailey is serving tonight is imported. There are a few wines from our family’s private collections but those are from before the War and the Drought.”

He was aware of Cenric addressing and playing to Etain. He was slightly jealous but he figured that had to do with his earlier feelings about seeing a pretty healer with Hrodi then anything Cenric was doing. “Etain and the other Queen in Amelia have been doing a wondrous job. The groundwork has been years in the making, with Etain and my father’s designs, we are making the most of it.” He smiled at his sister, with an expression of pride. “Fortunately we are looking forward to a good harvest, hopefully enough to help beyond Amelia.  Without having to rely on imports from outside Dharo this year,” there was a level of stubbornness to Nate’s voice. He was tired of his territory being dependent on outside forces. Part of him wanted to ask Cenric about the raids from Glacia but he wasn’t sure how to ask without insulting the warlord prince. Or implying the male couldn’t protect his district.

(its late and I have a headache, sorry for any mistakes.)
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Beaune District Queen
Re: Diplomacy, not my strong suit
« Reply #5 on: May 26, 2017, 11:01:23 PM »
The young woman noticed the stances of both males, but she herself remained relaxed, if at least polite and respectful for a LAdy. She smiled softly as she was given a half squeeze from her brother at her side, and then straightened her dress right out once again as she nodded to the questions and initial responses to them.

"It is not the best that Amelia has produced before, but it is a start. Mostly, I am hoping to increase the morale of our citizens by showing that we can rebuild, bit by bit," Etain nodded again lightly, though then offered an apologetic expression, "I... uh, I don't mean to make light of the troubles that are still occurring in other areas of the Territory though, of course. I have heard that Beinn is under some strife with raids and such. I'm sorry to hear that." Concern entered her expression as well, before she then attempted a reassuring smile, "But with someone like you looking after them, I am sure the people are doing better than they would without you."

The young Queen hoped that she wasn't making any mistakes. As much as she had done all her training and been ruling a District for a while, she still had so much more to learn and experience, she felt. In that regard, she was happy that her brother was ruling Amelia, rather than herself. Though, on that same note, she also knew that the Province needed a strong and experienced Queen.

But then, so did somewhere like Beinn... and other areas of the Territory. For a brief moment, the Black Widow Queen was quiet in her thoughts, before mentally freeing herself of them.

"The next season's harvest should be good though. I am trying not to overdo it with the vineyards and wines. There are a lot of areas that should be focused on, and I am trying to spread myself around all the farming areas, but Beaune is mostly a winery industry," She nodded gently, before then straightening a little, "Though, I have convinced some of our farming land owners to look at other produce as well! To try and help with feeding people more."

 


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