OOC: I'm BACK!
IC: Scepterholder Manach sighed. He had barely won an election against the venerable Scepterholder Jarakan and his Pig's Head Bath. The Raven Wings won the barest of victories when the news of the Battle of Hakalm's Glen reached the Capitol, where the Militia sent by pressure exerted by their Bath won a great victory against invading Bedlams. In return, he probably would have to wear a plate of armor on his back for at least his first few terms, for it is rare enough that a Dictator is overthrown by vote without it either being planned by the Scepterholder or resisted after the act.
He smiled slyly as he walked towards the Bath being established at the center of the City, where the depressed Basin will be flooded by fresh springwater surrounded by refreshment stands with small raised "Islands" in the center. As the Scepterholder and, perhaps, Dictator of Sijilamar, he has unprecedented control over the fate of the city. Oh, it might take a term to even start removing the taint of Jarakan from the Assembly and the Guilds, but by the second term...
He will rule.
From Manach the Raven, Scepterholder of Sijilamar
To Scepterholder of Crimiri and the King of Olmitraia
How goes my northern friends? Does the trade flow well yes? The great Urib Kingdom hungers for metals to hold them together, and their markets are unprecedented in size. (Hungers too, I hear, of various locals seeking freedom as well, and too, it is ore and iron they seek). Our mountain home are grand, and are the origins of the precious ores cherished by the southerners. But too, it is treacherous, winding paths and great storms dooming many such caravans to never leave the mountains.
I propose that we shall start a project to survey, chart, and establish paths through the mountains, and build them, and patrol them to the utmost of our ability. I propose that we lubricate and facilitate trade of Ores both South and North. For centuries, the great Darateli ridges separated us. Let them separate us as such no more as we join together, as brothers, to truly connect our roots into the rich soil of our homeland and our arms in warm embrace.
Details, of course, may be negotiated.
From Manach the Raven, Scepterholder of Sijilamar
To the Chief of the Bedlams
You have made a grave mistake in marching your men into the rightful lands of Sijilamar. It was rectified with their death as the will of Arane. And who knows, maybe its Wisdom asks for more. But know this; if you cross our borders again, we WILL respond in force, and you WILL be punished.
From Manach the Raven, Scepterholder of Sijilamar
To the Chief of the Ivorlams
The Bedlams bore both of us with their insolence. Swear, on all that you hold holy that you, and your descendants, and all that you now and will rule will respect the rightful lands of Sijilamar and I swear, upon the same or greater even, as I swear upon Arane itself, to aid you against the Bedlams until you have won the entirety of the contested borderlands, and I shall recognize your rightful rule over all that entails as your true homeland.
From Manach the Raven, Scapterholder of Sijilamar
To King Corysul II of Uribium
Our trade has proved profitable to both of us over the years. Our ore is forged into the heart of your great army, while your wealth flows to our mountain home and forms the heart of our growing civilization. Shall we work together in this time of unease on a certain project? A road network shall connect our mines to our city, and our great city to yours, and like a river instead of a stream this trade shall flow faster than before. More weapons, more conquest, more soldiers for you. More wealth and more trade for me. Deal?
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