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Kath sat aboard his mount, watching the grass of the plains rustle and flow in waves as the wind blew across it. His mount was one of the wargs of his clan, known for their intelligence, strength, intelligence and ferocity. The orc reached down to pat the warg on the side of the neck and rub him gently, the beast rumbled softly in response, Kath had named this one Mason, for the warg was built every bit as sturdy and solid as a wall itself, he was being very patient today.
They all were.
The War Chief of the Battlesong Clan was waiting at the designated location, they had all been surprised when the elves had sent out a courier with a message. No one was more surprised however than Kath when the contents of the message were made known. The elves wanted an alliance, they wanted military aid and were prepared to offer a number of things, but the most surprising of them was a particular 'item' if you could even call it that.
Kath had been offered the hand of a beautiful (or so he'd been told) elven woman in marriage if he accepted the terms of the alliance. This was something he simply was unsure of how to feel about yet, or even what to think, so he had tentatively responded that he wanted to meet and work out the details in person, and a message had come back with an agreement to do so. The fact the elves had not only agreed to do this on the Anzari Plains, but also on the Battlesong Clan's own territory spoke volumes of how much the elves seemed to want this, which Kath felt did not bode particularly well if they were that desperate.
This was the meeting place, he'd had a large yurt set up beforehand, and a small handful of his warriors near him, who patrolled the area looking rather bored truthfully. Even if this was some sort of double-cross (which Kath doubted), he was not particularly worried about the elves. That said, he had still kept a large warband nearby that could be called with a single breath on his horn if the need arose.
For the time being, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, focusing on the spirits of nature all around him. Immersing himself in the sensation of the vast interconnected web of the energies of life that flowed through the plant and animal life around him, his warriors, and the earth and sky itself. It was always a calming ritual, but also good practice for allowing one to be prepared to call upon the nature spirits that protected his people.
He knew his warriors were bored, his mount was bored, their mounts were bored. But as always the War Chief had counseled and did his best to teach patience, as he often said to the members of his clan "The patient hunter, gets the prey." So for now he merely was trying to pass the time, the elves were not late, he was merely early as he had wanted to set up a relatively comfortable place to set up, and to show some hospitality.
Though the orc admitted he wasn't sure what elves would consider pleasant refreshments or amenities. Kath could only hope he did not offend his guests, the elves were more wealthy and prosperous with their trade than the orcs were, that was for certain. What he could offer would be more humble outside one of the orcs major cities, and since they were meeting on the border that wasn't possible.
It wasn't that the orcs were poor per se, but there was simply no way their raiding could compete with the large nation of elves and their clever mercantile skills. That was a large part of why Kath had agreed to this meeting of course, the idea of having trade relations with the elves was intriguing and had the potential to greatly enrich his people, to improve their lives.
Suddenly Mason barked softly, alerting his master that someone was approaching...
They all were.
The War Chief of the Battlesong Clan was waiting at the designated location, they had all been surprised when the elves had sent out a courier with a message. No one was more surprised however than Kath when the contents of the message were made known. The elves wanted an alliance, they wanted military aid and were prepared to offer a number of things, but the most surprising of them was a particular 'item' if you could even call it that.
Kath had been offered the hand of a beautiful (or so he'd been told) elven woman in marriage if he accepted the terms of the alliance. This was something he simply was unsure of how to feel about yet, or even what to think, so he had tentatively responded that he wanted to meet and work out the details in person, and a message had come back with an agreement to do so. The fact the elves had not only agreed to do this on the Anzari Plains, but also on the Battlesong Clan's own territory spoke volumes of how much the elves seemed to want this, which Kath felt did not bode particularly well if they were that desperate.
This was the meeting place, he'd had a large yurt set up beforehand, and a small handful of his warriors near him, who patrolled the area looking rather bored truthfully. Even if this was some sort of double-cross (which Kath doubted), he was not particularly worried about the elves. That said, he had still kept a large warband nearby that could be called with a single breath on his horn if the need arose.
For the time being, he closed his eyes and began to meditate, focusing on the spirits of nature all around him. Immersing himself in the sensation of the vast interconnected web of the energies of life that flowed through the plant and animal life around him, his warriors, and the earth and sky itself. It was always a calming ritual, but also good practice for allowing one to be prepared to call upon the nature spirits that protected his people.
He knew his warriors were bored, his mount was bored, their mounts were bored. But as always the War Chief had counseled and did his best to teach patience, as he often said to the members of his clan "The patient hunter, gets the prey." So for now he merely was trying to pass the time, the elves were not late, he was merely early as he had wanted to set up a relatively comfortable place to set up, and to show some hospitality.
Though the orc admitted he wasn't sure what elves would consider pleasant refreshments or amenities. Kath could only hope he did not offend his guests, the elves were more wealthy and prosperous with their trade than the orcs were, that was for certain. What he could offer would be more humble outside one of the orcs major cities, and since they were meeting on the border that wasn't possible.
It wasn't that the orcs were poor per se, but there was simply no way their raiding could compete with the large nation of elves and their clever mercantile skills. That was a large part of why Kath had agreed to this meeting of course, the idea of having trade relations with the elves was intriguing and had the potential to greatly enrich his people, to improve their lives.
Suddenly Mason barked softly, alerting his master that someone was approaching...