Date: February 11, 1999
Place: Varati Camp, Tent - Somewhere in the Empyre
Cast: Anubis (@emits), Elidi, Faanshi (@emits), Kalypso, Khalid (I/III), Kiera, Leonidas, Sharai (@emits)
Scene: The second night of negotiations commences, and a treaty is finally agreed upon.

Varati Camp - Somewhere in the Empyre:
      After the fashion of many a war-camp, this one -- the imperial one -- somehow fashions an organized and effective army out of hopeless frantic clutter and activity. The Varati host is here hosted, and tents spread legion across the rolling prairie -- now trampled into hard-packed mud. The tents themselves are surrounded by cook-stoves and chairs, armor boxes and racks upon which clothes dry and repaired or cleaned items are stored. Women and men both hurry through the clutter, each to his own vital task. The air is warmer here, thick with fire smoke and the fouler odors of many people in close inhabitation with inadequate sewage and washing facilities. To the south is located the tent-hospital, to the north, the Amir-al's encampment. West are the wyvern pens and east, the corrals for the lesser creatures that serve as food for men and mount.

Kalypso steps out of a tent, tucking an errant piece of hair behind her ear, a quick eye directed up towards the sky. She sets off towards the tent of the Khalid, grim determination on her features.

Leonidas, who'd earlier refused to duck back inside a tent stands, arms clasped behind his back, outside the one Kalypso exits. Pale eyebrows lift, and he falls into step beside her. "You're feeling strong enough for this?"

Having flown in from somewhere north of the camp, Kiera has only just arrived. She stares for a long moment at the two strange Empyreans, but takes her cue from the Agni-Haidar. If they aren't in a tizzy, then neither will Kiera be. A light breeze does flap tarps and tents somewhat unnecessarily, and the halfbreed remains still, watching openly the progress of these two.

A wan smile replies, the pale matriarch nodding slowly. "Let it be done, and the killing stopped. For this, Dominus Thanatos, I shall become strong enough." Kalypso waves a hand briefly in front of her, towards the tent. "Shall we?"

Leonidas' nod is stiffly formal, as all of his gestures have been since arriving. "As you say, Dea Tritonides. I follow you."

And Kiera will follow all of you. Just in case. Though she knows not where you go, just yet. Her expression is nothing, mute neutral, and her stance, annoyed wariness.

Kalypso nods once, her pristine wings held tightly against her back. She sets off, again, towards the tent of the Khalid. She sees not the half-breed, nor pays attention to the winds, so intent is she upon her task.

Tent - Varati Camp - Somewhere in the Empyre:
      Though all which surrounds the God-King should, and usually does, speak reverently of his stature and position, this, his war tent, only whispers. The God-King does not travel in this war with his entire retinue of people or trappings, but his quarters are quality and, in their way, lovely to look at. The material of his tent is fine-woven, water-tight and dyed to please the eye. Its structure is elegant, notable, but without undue pretentiousness. The Khalid-Atar's mobile desk, his bedding, is of fine quality, but practical. Suitable. The area is less cluttered, more roomy, than other tents, but nevertheless, space is conserved pragmatically, effectiveness being far more desirable than impressiveness.

The flap of the tent parts to allow for the entrance of the two Aegians, Kiera follows just paces behind.

Kiera arrives after the Empyreans. Though her entrance is usually noted due to her being the only other one in the Varati Army with wings (Thalia not being in the army ) and only one of three present with wings, this time she feels quite like a dusty shadow, trailing in the foreigners with the white wings. A whisper of a breeze follows her in and doesn't leave, but continues to brush against those within, ruffling feathers, stirring parchments, teasing draped or drying cloth. Kiera remains behind the Empyreans, her gaze intent upon one, then the other, in turn.

Today Khalid can be found discussing something with a man attired in the black and silver uniform of the Agni-Haidar. At least in his late fifties, the man holds himself well, strength and determination etched into his war-weary features. His every movement is precise and sharp, denoting a lifetime of skill and if one had ever laid eyes on Faisal, this man could easily be mistaken for a brother. Not perhaps in physical appearance, but a brother of the soul. "We will be holding position here for the moment, Seraskier. Keep an eye on the legions to the..." The God-King of the Varati trails off as the entourage enters his tent. Blue eyes take in the appearance of each in turn, before he nods sharply, "Good eve."

Kalypso's head bows to Khalid, respectfully, her eyes swinging towards the Agni-Haidar, and then back to the God-King. "G'd even, Khalid Atar." She still alternates between the same two titles, unsure of what to really call the man. "Are you free for discussion now, or should we come back later?"

"Now is fine." Khalid murmurs to the general of the Agni-Haidar. "You are dismissed, Seraskier."

Bowing to his lord and liege, the commander of the elite royal guard makes his exist with no fanfare or outward expression. He simply leaves. Stretching his wings, so that they extend to their full span and cast a shadow upon the tent, Khalid questions, "Are we to begin the negotiations anew?" He marches towards his armchair.

Leonidas offers up the same salute, rap of knuckles against lorica, slight bend at the waist, before straightening as he clears his throat. "Negotiations, Khalid Atar, are a good term for what must pass. You must have known," he begins, pauses, and amends, "might have expected that we would seek to ... even the sides as best we can."

Kalypso moves as well, across the ground, towards one of the chairs. She does not sit, for she prefers to stand. She glances towards Leonidas, her mouth opening as if to speak. But, for once, she closes her mouth again, and merely waits.

"I am listening, Dominus." Those glorious black wings fold and compress against Khalid's back as he lowers himself comfortably into the cushioned chair. Pushing a pillow into placing, pausing only a moment to fluff it out, he finds himself a comfortable perch to so that he may regard those who have come before him. Slender, careful hands pluck the black ribbon from his hair, letting it loose.

In continued silence, Kiera lurks. One wing twitches slightly, reflexively, and the halfbreed turns to stalk silently across the tent, to where her few belongings usually live. Kiera leans down to scoop up a blade -- a skinning blade -- and she slips it into a sheath somewhere in the drapery of her clothes. Then Kiera turns again to once more position herself behind the Empyreans, across from and facing, Khalid.

Kiera's movement does not go unnoticed, as evidenced by the shift of Leonidas' attention, slight turn of his head. The Praetor pays particular attention when the blade is drawn, wings shifting in nearly-managed agitation before he flexes them and refolds them again, tight against his back. His attention is forced back to Khalid. "To begin, Khalid Atar, the matter of leaving the lands that we have occupied and protected. If, as you say, you wish the province to be free, there is still room for a detail of the Guard, not as... overseers, but as officials of the law. There must be some law, after all, or Arelate will become a haven for thieves and cutthroats."

"Arelate is to become its own nation, Dominus. I have already begun contact with those who would lead this new nation. There will be a military alliance between the Varati and this new kingdom if all goes well. Until the matter is settled, the Varati military shall ensure that chaos does not break out in Arelate," responds Khalid promptly. It is obvious that he has thought this matter out thoroughly; there is no hesitation whatsoever. Blue eyes continue to scan the faces of the Empyreal delegates.

Kalypso nods briefly, her hands gripping onto the back of the chair. "We would wish for this to be a joint venture, Amir-al, so that refugees from both cultures may fuse into one." The halfbreed moving around the tent space is given only a curious look, but the young matriarch's eyes do not stray for long.

"I will make your request known to the temporary government that has begun to assemble. If they agree, I will not object. If they do not agree, Praetorian forces will immediately leave Arelate. However, I do not suggest this course of action for the Empyre, for you have many refugees spread across your continent and I think they are in dire need of relief from the army in the form of shelters, food and supplies." Khalid lifts both of his hands up, curling back his hair behind either ear. His gaze flickers, briefly, to Kiera and a faint smile is graced upon the halfbreed.

Just a hint of an edge creeps into Leonidas' voice. Just the barest glimmer of the steel of resolve. "The cities destroyed in the province were Empyrean, Khalid Atar, and the homes of some of the Guard. I will not order them to abandon their homes." And that's that. "As for Callisar's Eyrie and what remains of Parnassus," and here he glances at Kalypso. "The Dea Tritonides believes that Callisar's Eyrie would be better served by agreeing to your request." Blue eyes shift back to the dark-skinned god, "but Parnassus, too, was an Empyreal city, destroyed in an attempt to hold it. We will not render the loss of lives there for nothing. It could be a city shared, but not relinquished."

Twitch. Hawk-hued wings shift again. Two small feathers, one brown and one golden-amber, peel off Kiera's right wing and spiral down until they're caught in the foot-high breeze that still circulates in the tent. Kiera notes Khalid's faint greeting, nods to that, but returns to hard-eyeing the visitors. At least the male is good-looking (the female is too, but Kiera's not bent that way), so it's not tough for her to continue the steady stare.

"Let me make this abundantly clear -- Arelate will be given up to the new nation. And all forces of the Praetorian Guard will exit the province. Or there will be no treaty. They may move, as many have moved in the past. As the Empyre has conquered others and forced them to move or live under their rule. But Arelate is no longer Empyreal territory. It will no longer field an army of the Guard." There is no mistaking Khalid's tone; it suddenly went from calm and quiet to dangerous and uncompromising. "Now as for Parnassus, you propose a joint control of the city? Mm. This may be acceptable. I would like to see how you propose the city would be run."

Kalypso glances towards Leonidas quickly, before her voice rises. "The city shall be under the joint patrol of Agni-Haidar and Praetorian Guard. Those who would volunteer for the duty shall be free to serve as such. The city will have some sort of leadership, as well, preferably one suitable member from each race to serve as such, jointly. We would also seek to have a Varati city fashioned in the same way, Callisar's Eyrie will do, so that the members of our races may mix peacefully."

"This is not acceptable. First and foremost, the royal guard has other priorities. They do not number half as much as the Praetorian Guard. I cannot sacrifice them to patrol a city in such a manner. I will have Clan forces, however. Secondly, Parnassus will be ruled by only the Empyre and the Varati. I am willing to allow that yes, but not the other races. They have no business in our affairs. A council composed of half of our people and half yours would be agreeable. Third, Callisar's Eyrie is Varati territory. Alone. There will be no joint control of Callisar's Eyrie." Khalid states each of these terms, firmly, as always. "In Parnassus, however, I will accept such a thing."

Kalypso inclines her head. "While I understand the bindings of political marriage, Amir-al, it is a life that we speak of that will be destroyed, were it not consensual on the woman's part. We merely ask that the choice be given to the individual chosen by yourself, and we shall do our best to only lend the support of our people behind her."

Now Kiera knows how Arslan felt, when Khalid brought Kiera into Clan Khalida. An Empyrean?!? Wife to Khalid-Atar, the God-King of the Varati? The halfbreed silently chokes, half-mantling in an inaudible rustle of feathers, then pulling those wings back in against her. The breezes aren't as kind; a fraction of a second's pause snaps a brisk breeze through the tent, before it's quashed to almost nothing. Kiera's eyes are even wider than their normal expression. Horror.

The sounds of arriving griffins can be heard coming from outside the tent. They are not a quiet creature, and their shrieks soon echo across the camp.

[Meanwhile, in the Varati Camp - Somewhere in the Empyre]

From the sky to the east comes movement. At least three chariots drawn by griffins and a group of winged figures bearing the standard of truce. It takes them several moments to draw near enough for a clear view of the banner.

The group makes a landing outside of camp, each chariot touching down and then the ragtag group that flies behind it. A handful of Praetorians are left behind to care for the griffins, but the rest of the group wastes no time in tramping purposefully toward the encampment. Many of the soldiers are wounded and all of the ones brought by chariot are unable to fly.

A woman leads the group, her face masked by white and black feathers. Upon her left hip rests a broadsword of obvious Varati manufacture, and her left hand casually rests atop its hilt. What can be seen of her face is grim.

Numbering among those unable to fly is a tall, once-proud warrior. One wing lies limply against his back... or at least what's left of it does. Blond hair graces his head, but his face is sallow and his expression dark. He follows behind his leader, looking resolute.

In the midst of the encampment of Clan Khalida, gossip spreads swiftly about the arrival of the latest visitors -- and one young shudra girl and her heart-mother peer gravely out from their tiny tent, silently marking the coming of the envoys.

The God-King's tent sits on a hilltop, and that hilltop is ringed by Agni-Haidar. They are all Kaimakams, and seasons veterans to boot, arrayed like the rays of the sun in staggered rows. They watch the approach of the Empyreans impassively: the lower ranks simply wait without moving, while those higher up on the hill have their crossbows raised to their shoulders even before the Empyreans land. Only those facing the parlay party, though -- the others continue to scan their assigned directions, paying the interlopers no heed.

Elidi draws a deeper breath as she leads her men closer to the tent, easing the scabbard of her blade from her belt. Her mouth purses, but she carries the weapon loosely. The fingers of her left hand are smeared with smooth, red scars.

"You will stop there." The Agni-Haidar is not particularly tall, but he is broad, dark eyes watching the party through the T-shaped opening of his helm. The statement is unhurried, matter-of-fact, and utterly devoid of emotion. "State your business."

"We come to speak peace with the god and king of the Varati people," says the masked woman, her voice a husky contralto. "If he will see us."

"Lay your weapons on the ground," the Kaimakam instructs.

Nikos does not stop until Elidi does, remaining at her side the whole time. Schooling his expression into something emotionless, he simply watches the Agni-Haidar with a warrior's wariness.

Elidi turns her head to nod to the men behind her and they begin removing their weapons to do as instructed. She, however, retains her grip upon the blade and scabbard in her hands. "Mine, I will keep," she states. "It is... a gift."

Without removing his eyes from the Varati on the hill ahead, Nikos lowers his weapon to the ground, wincing only faintly as the motion pulls on the wound in his half-missing wing.

The Kaimakam is unfazed. "Rahim," he says, and another of the black guard steps up. "Inform the Imam." Rahim turns and trots up the hill to vanish around the large tent's curve. The man's gaze, however, has not left Elidi. "Your name?"

Elidi's shoulders straighten slightly, making the burnt feathers of her left wings rustle. "Praefect Elidi Eleinos Tritonides Augustin," she replies.

[Meanwhile, back in the Tent - Varati Camp - Somewhere in the Empyre]

A withering glance is delivered upon Kiera by the God-King of the Varati. Khalid is not pleased by the outward reaction of his Clanmate. Nothing is said; that look is enough. Turning his gaze upon Kalypso, he replies, "I understand. However, the life of one, the life of a hundred can be sacrificed for the life of two kingdoms and the world. This is what this marriage shall do. But no, it would do me no good to take an unwilling Queen for she would be a poor Queen to my people."

Kalypso nods once again, her voice quiet as she glances towards the flaps of the tent. "That is all we ask of that, Amir-al. That she be willing." She turns back, her wings lifting just a fraction again. "You also asked for griffins, Khalid Atar. I am, perhaps, the most qualified to respond to this." She takes a deep breath, "They are a formidable creature, and difficult to train, much like the firedrakes your own people use. To be trained properly, they require handlers trained in the ways of the beast, and these trainers must be winged. Griffins require regular exercise, even at a young age, when they cannot be ridden, which also requires wings. And again, to breed them in captivity is such a delicate nature, the climate of your lands would not be suitable for them. This is why we shall not cede the winged beasts. It is my hope that the loss of the griffins shall not affect any discussion for peace."

Snorting at the remarks, Khalid responds, "Do you think I know nothing of griffins, Dea? I have ridden griffins before your grandparents were born. Vinita brought them to us. It was through mistakes that we lost them originally. I do not accept your excuses on the matter, but they were diplomatically worded, as I expected them to be. Very well. I shall relent on this issue."

And griffins are without. Whatever in her God-King's expression might have silenced Kiera, the presence of the griffins are six times as effective. Kiera loses as much color as she might, under her dusky skin, lending her something of a grey countenance for the moment. Even the air just barely traces movement, pushing dust slowly along. And Kiera herself has turned statue-still.

Leonidas clears his throat again. "To the matter of the demolition of the military outposts within fifty miles of the Varati border, Khalid Atar. You understand that, whether peace is a kindness or no, we have an interest in seeing that our lands are safe. We understand your concerns, that we might turn against the very treaty we seek, and attempt to strike at you. For this reason, we offer a compromise. We are willing to half the number of guards stationed along that border. We are not willing to demolish those posts, however. In this new era of ... cooperation between your Empire and ours, you may indeed have need of us. If you so desire, we would agree to sharing these posts as well, but as stated before, I will not order Empyreans out of their duty and defense of their own homes."

"Mm." Chuckling for the first time during the entire set of negotiations, Khalid seems faintly amused. He inclines his chin towards Leonidas as he speaks, "You are a hard... negotiator, Dominus. You do your Empyre proud." There is a bit of genuine respect in the eyes of the God-King. And a new appraisal of the man. "Very well. Half the number. No more than half the number shall ever be stationed in those outposts. I can live with this, yes. If my agents detect a build up in any of these outposts, however, I will assume it is for offensive purposes and will launch a pre-emptive attack on the Empyre. Understand this."

Khalid adds aside, "Oh. One thing on a previous issue discussed. To make sure we are clear. The consorts will be given free will to marry or not as they may, but your new Emperor or Empress has no choice in the matter. As I said, it is a political marriage. I do not necessarily care who you may choose as your new monarch, though I advise it be a strong person indeed, but that individual cannot refuse to marry my chosen consort for him or her."

Kalypso nods briefly, "We will give the option to the one we choose, when one is chosen. If he or she does not wish the marriage, then they will not ascend to the throne of Emperor." Kalypso's words are brief on that topic, and she continues on to the next, most related subject. "Now onto matters you stated as important to you, Khalid Atar." A brief smile lights the face of the young matriarch, her words flowing freely. "It is too easy for me to agree to your request that Lucian retire in peace. He has been naught but kind to me, upon my arrival to Haven, and in the wake of the death of my Aunt. I bear no ill will towards him, and hope that he may live out the rest of his days in peace."

"Fair enough. Lucian was never more than a boy, really. He deserved better. I am glad we both agree on the matter." Khalid simply nods, closing off this topic in his mind.

[And, back in the Varati Camp - Somewhere in the Empyre]

It takes a few moments, but then a tall figure ducks out of the tent. He is dressed exactly as the other Agni-Haidar but there is a darker, starker air about him: he was long beyond caring about anything but the will of his master when he was a young man, and he is not a young man. Experience is written across his features in deep, heavy lines; his body bears the scars of many lessons learned and many enemies overcome. His hair is white and the wind tugs at it for a moment before stilling, as if sheepish at its attempt to lighten his appearance. One ear is missing, that place on his head a curl of ugly scar around a hole. Eyes of dark granite flank a hawk's nose and those eyes flick over the company with a casual, practiced assessment. "Come." His voice is tenor and shockingly soft, but it is not warm. With that, he turns and walks back up the hill. The ranks of Agni-Haidar part, forming a lane for the Seraskier and his charges.

Elidi glances to Nikos for no more than a heartbeat and then her booted feet are moving to follow. The hem of her tunic is soiled and bedraggled in places about her ankles where travel through the woodlands took its toll.

The Seraskier ducks into the tent. Down below, the ranks of Agni-Haidar close. Those crossbows aimed at the visiting Empyreans and their chariots have not wavered, nor do they waver now.

[And, back to the Tent - Varati Camp - Somewhere in the Empyre]

The tent flap parts and Khalid's Seraskier appears. He is a tall man, dressed like any other Kaimakam here, but is more soulless for the length of his life. Experience is written across his features in deep, heavy lines; his body bears the scars of many lessons learned and many enemies overcome. His hair is white and the wind tugs at it for a moment before stilling, as if sheepish at its attempt to lighten his appearance. One ear is missing, that place on his head a curl of ugly scar around a hole. Eyes of dark granite flank a hawk's nose. Without even a sidelong glance at the armed Empyrean he has escorted, the Seraskier lowers himself down, touching his forehead to the tent's floor.

Coming in behind Elidi, Nikos keeps to her side as a towering, silent presence. With a face haggard from weariness and pain, he looks older than he should, but he stands tall and proud beside his Praefect. One wing is white and majestic behind him, but the other is shattered with half missing and what remains hanging loose and limp.

Leonidas was, it seems, about to speak when the others arrived. He does not keep his back to the tent flaps long, lowering a wing to look over his shoulder toward them. Brow furrowing and eyes narrowing, he steps across the tent to stand by Kalypso's side.

Elidi's wings close against her back as she ducks in through the tent's opening. A mask of white and black feathers covers the majority of her face and she carries with her a broadsword of obvious Varati manufacture. The hem of her long tunic is soiled and tattered from the abuse it has taken in her trek through the woodlands.

Kalypso stands behind a chair, turning when she hears the parting of the tent flap. Her brow knits in consternation as she sees the entrance of the Seraskier, followed by the two Empyreans, both badly injured. She does not, it would appear, recognize Elidi, her eyes not seeing the badge of the Praefect, but focusing on the bizarre mask.

Settled in the armchair, before a desk and in front of those assembled, Khalid arches an eyebrow at the new arrivals. Ebon wings twitch with nervous energy as the God-King regards those who have entered his domain. Not a word is spoken; he allows the Empyreans to greet their own, first.

The Seraskier straightens up only enough to remain kneeling, his head bowed. He, too, is silent. It might seem to some that in such a pose he is unable to react instantly to threat, but that would be a mistaken assumption. He waits, a faithful dog, by his master's door.

And Kiera stands behind the first two Empyreans, facing Khalid as they do, until the tent opens. Upon the arrival of the next set of folks, her impassive regard hangs upon one, then the next, then the next. Just the whisper of a breeze curls around the room, aimlessly, absently.

If Elidi expresses surprise at seeing Kalypso here, it is impossible to tell behind the mask upon her face. No upward glide of an eyebrow would be visible to anyone looking upon her. She takes one step further into the tent, but does not greatly pass the Seraskier, instead pausing to bend her head in respect to the dark-winged figure behind the desk.

"Rise, Seraskier." Khalid twists his wrist in a gesture to command his loyal general. Yet, his attention is riveted upon the masked figure. "Remove the mask," he intones. "I would gaze upon your face, Empyrean." His hand settles back down to the desk before him.

Nikos stops when Elidi does and mimics the respectful motion as well. Though his eyes take in each presence in the room, his focus is on Khalid -- the God King and force behind the enemy that he has spent months fighting and the enemy that took his wing.

Kalypso's wings tighten, then, as she spies the badge of the Praefect. And the hair. Though there may be many of the Praetorian Guard, there is only one such as she. Questions play across the youth's face. Like why is her cousin wearing that mask, where did she get that sword, and what is she doing here, but none are given voice to.

Soundlessly, the old lion rises as he was bidden. He becomes a statue again once standing, and although his gaze is unfocused, his every sense is tuned towards the tent and its inhabitants. He watches with his whole being, ready for action or to obey the orders of the Hawk of Heaven

The Praefect's only response is to draw a bit of a deeper breath at the God-King's request. Glancing to Nikos, she offers him the sword in her right hand as her slightly gnarled and burn-reddened left hand drifts up toward the leather ties at the back of her head. It is with a touch of palpable reluctance that she pulls the fastening free and slowly draws the feathered mask from her face.

If Khalid Atar is fazed or bothered by what he sees, he shows no sign of it. Yet, in all probability, the God-King has seen worse travesties inflicted upon humanity than what he regards this day. And so not a single response is elicited from him except, "You are a Praefect, yes? Sit and join us. I assume you are part of the diplomatic envoy?" Several chairs have been arranged in a semi-circle around his own armchair and desk.

Nikos takes the sword without a word, glancing away from Khalid to watch Elidi remove her mask. A wince of sympathy mars his neutral expression, but he remains, as ever, silent.

If there is one thing that might make the formidable mask which is ever-present on the face of the young Tritonides matriarch, it may just be that. A sharp intake of breath gives audible sound to Kalypso's shock, a hand flying quickly to cover her opened mouth.

Though it takes him longer to place the badge, the hair, and what remains of the woman's features, he does put them together in time. If Leonidas has ever needed the mask of neutrality he has perfected over time, he needs it now, and he slides it into place. Kalypso's reaction draws a murmur of comment from the man at her side.

Elidi clears her throat as she takes a step forward, not quite able to look toward Kalypso and Leonidas now that her face has been revealed. At the sound Kalypso makes, Elidi's wings tense, but she continues forward. "I am a Praefect, sir. I led the II Imperatoris Legion at Parnassus. We... did not hear of an official envoy, but heard of your offer of peace and are here to respond to it," she answers. A muscle along her right jaw twitches. Perhaps nervousness.

Perhaps because the halfbreed has never seen what Elidi looked like before, she finds only the odd swirls of flesh and coloring interesting for their own demonic architecture. Kiera's expression of nothingness comes from life-long practice, and she seems truly unmoved by Elidi's face. Now the wings are another matter, but the still audible shuffling of griffins without muffles any real show of weakness on Kiera's part.

"I see." Khalid arches a slender, black eyebrow at Elidi as he extends his hand to one of the open seats. "We are in the process of negotiations as we speak. You may join us, Praefect." Grudgingly, he adds, "I heard how the defenders of Parnassus fought. It was the only city that did not fall to our forces as of this date. You must be a skilled leader."

There's a proud set to the wounded man's shoulders as he remains behind Elidi. Nikos is no one important and here simply to support his Praefect.

Elidi moves to accept the offered chair, easing into it with an air of gratitude. "I have many brave and capable men, Amir-al. They are the reason that we managed to defend the city," she says. Her head turns to look at Nikos, turning the opposite direction from Kalypso and Leonidas as if to spare them the sight of her features.

The slip Kalypso makes is quite momentary, as she takes a step away from Leonidas at her side. She moves towards her cousin, a gentle clearing of her throat. "She is more than a skilled leader, Khalid Atar. She is the also Dea of House Augustus, and cousin of mine. Elidi Eleinos Tritonides Augustin." A somber glance is directed towards Nikos as well, an inclination of Kalypso's head towards the man.

"House Augustus?" Those words are accompanied by a palpable aura of rage. For a moment, the air is heavy with the heat that radiates from the God-King. Tendrils of flame whisper through the tent like streaks of a falling star. The energy barely restrained by Khalid is enormous; a death blow only slightly averted. Murder is in his eyes as he speaks, "I did not realize one from House Augustus would be entering my domain."

Augustin. Kiera remembers that name. Remembers the three men she met, of that name. Each treated her utterly differently, and none were to be trusted by the halfbreed. She eyes Elidi now with renewed, rather subtly hostile, study. Only the presence of the God-King, and his recent look-as-reprimand to Kiera keeps that woman from 'amusing' herself with her breezes.

With a resolute step forward, Nikos looks as if he would throw himself in front of Elidi despite his own fear of the God-King. It would likely do no good, but his loyalty to his leader is exactly that strong.

Elidi visibly bristles at the heat, wings tightening and feathers ruffling as she feels it and is reminded of what caused her scars. Very slowly, she makes as if to rise from her recently accepted chair as her face becomes drawn. "I am Tritonis by birth and by blood."

Leonidas does take a step forward, saying crisply, "If she offends you, Khalid Atar, she will be removed."

The gentleman with the scenic posterior speaks. And speaks well. Kiera waits to hear what Khalid may say; if the woman from House Augustus is not removed, perhaps Kiera will brave the griffins outside, to remove herself. And in the meantime, it's only polite to look at he who spoke, right?

"And you forsake your blood for a House such as Augustus?" Khalid's accusation is obvious; there is fierce rage in his tone. Scrolls on his desk turn to ash, while others catch flame and are just as soon, snuffed out by the will of the God-King. Visibly, he restrains himself as he replies, "I know you, do I not? We have met once before?" He shakes his head towards Leonidas as he replies, "It takes courage to enter my domain. I will ignore her mistake in marriage for the moment and hear her out. Unless the Empyreal delegation would have her removed?"

Kalypso shakes her head. "Elidi will stay." She glances towards Leonidas, her face as resolute as stone. She does not overtly react, however, and it is all she says on that topic. "We shall continue with the final points of the peace treaty."

Elidi is standing now before the chair, shoulders tense. Her own demeanor is controlled but in a different way than that of the Khalid. She holds her defensive words as Kalypso speaks and then some of her tension eases. A hand reaches back toward Nikos as if asking for the sword.

Without a word, Nikos holds the sword out to the questing hand, his wary gaze still on the God-King.

"Very well." Khalid studies Elidi for a long moment, then levels his gaze on Kalypso. "Your next point, Dea?" He settles back into his armchair. If he is bothered by the fact that Elidi bears an open weapon in his presence, he shows no sign of it. There is only the briefest of glances spared in the direction of the Seraskier.

Kalypso glances towards Leonidas again, waiting for the man to speak.

The Seraskier's own study of Elidi intensifies. His right hand rests easy at his side as he takes two steps closer, still well outside the circle of conversation but easily within his own striking range. So relaxed, his arms and hips and shoulders, completely and utterly ready.

The halfbreed shuffles her wings, feathers sifting air like a husky whisper, before she turns to proceed toward the door and its dubious dangers beyond. Turning one silent farewell toward Khalid, with a nod, Kiera steps out. Small feathers from her wings bob in her wake, and finally, when she leaves, the unnatural breeze that has been stirring the inside of the tent, too, is gone.

Elidi's fingers close about the scabbard of the sword and she waits, turning her head just enough to look at Leonidas... and then beyond him to Kiera. Her coppery study is quiet and the fluffed feathers of her right wing slowly settle back down.

Leonidas studies Kalypso a moment, first, then Elidi, and finally his gaze settles on Khalid once more. Nodding his head, he says, "Regarding payment, Khalid Atar, of your men for their losses, and your empire for the cost of the war. We request that we be given two weeks' time to gather the necessary funds to make these reparations. In return, we ask not for like reparation, but that the taxation of Varati merchants along the Tiber river continue. For what purpose? For the purpose of repaying those families that have lost fathers, brothers and sons to the war effort. Those monies would be delivered directly to them, under the supervision of one of your choosing."

Leonidas goes on: "As to Edessa. We cannot agree to turning the province over to the mongrels. We will, however, agree to assist in moving them to the Arelate, where they will find sanctuary under this newly proposed government that you have mentioned."

The Praefect's gaze returns to Leonidas and stays there. That is her only reaction to his words. She makes no other movement whatsoever.

Lowering his head in a nod towards the departing Kiera, Khalid's attention is stolen by Leonidas once more. He smiles faintly, as he murmurs, "I have a question, Dominus? Are you on the Aegis?" His black wings flap again, as his feathers brush lightly against the cloth of his clothing.

This is all beyond Nikos, but with his furrowed brow and constant presence, he listens to the negotiations and tries to understand these things so far over his head.

Leonidas' eyebrows draw together. "I am, Khalid Atar." The question, perhaps, confuses the man.

Elidi watches Kalypso, not wishing to interrupt, but a curious expression falls over her features. She glances toward the desk, but the scrolls there have turned to ash and are of no help in answering her question.

Kalypso waits, as well, her eyes attuned to the face of the Varati God-King. Her mask of composure is now firmly in place again. She may, under close scrutiny, appear tired, but other than that, her face betrays naught.

Elidi clears her throat. "If I may..."

"If you have the ability to become Princeps, I would recommend you be their next Princeps. For you speak strongly, wisely and with insight. You are an excellent negotiator. I have heard Deus Arahael is also excellent. Perhaps one of the two of you. Ah, with the exception of your comment on Arelate. Never make a firm demand when you are not in the position to enforce it," advises Khalid as that smile lingers for a few moments. "Otherwise, you have been flawless. Very well. I agree to the issue of Edessa. As for the Tiber, one-quarter taxation of my merchants. All money will go to the restoration of those civilian families injured in the war."

Leonidas bows his head in formal fashion toward Khalid, saying, "I am honored by your words, Khalid Atar, and thank you for your advice." When his head is lifted, the stoic mask of neutrality has once more been fitted into place. "One-quarter taxation is acceptable."

"Yes?" The question is tossed aside towards Elidi as the Praetor robs Khalid's attention from the current Empyreal negotiator.

A small smile curls up the corners of Kalypso's mouth. It may be that the young matriarch agrees, but it also might just be that the words are pleasing to hear. She, too, looks at Elidi, expectant expression upon her face.

Elidi's one remaining eyebrow glides upward. "I do not mean to interrupt, but... what is the date? It could have a bearing upon this discussion."

"You are welcome. I am glad they have sent one such as yourself among to me, Dominus. And I wish you the best for your future. Perhaps we may speak more, when the war is over. As for the terms, one-quarter. Agreed. Let us..." Once more Khalid pauses in his remarks as he gives Elidi a curious look. "The ninth of March, I believe. Why do you ask?"

Kalypso frowns briefly at her cousin, then looks back up at the God-King. Peace is so close, Kalypso herself is tempted to gag the newly-deformed woman.

Elidi releases a slow breath and looks to Kalypso and Leonidas before replying. Her mouth slightly curls and she grasps the scabbard with both hands. "If things occurred as they were intended..." She trails off to turn her copper eye to Khalid Atar. "Civitas Dei is now under the control of the Praetorian Guard and the Aegis has been suspended."

Perhaps in another lifetime, another universe, Nikos would be a brilliant, shining golden boy standing behind his leader and offering silent support. But that is not this place and time and with his mangled wing, he simply stands silent and supportive beside Elidi, still lost by most of what's being said.

Much as the removal of the mask did not seem to take the God-King by surprise, this new information also seems to be... expected. In fact, his first reaction is to gaze upon Leonidas and Kalypso, as if gauging their own response to Elidi's remarks.

The frown is broader now across the face of Kalypso, her eyes storming as she looks across the spanse towards the Legate of the Praetorians. One would assume that at some point, while discussing peace, this might have been mentioned.

There's that flash of temper again. Leonidas' gaze, were it able to produce daggers, would have pierced Elidi by now. With great effort, the azure gaze returns to the god-king. "I had word of dissent, Khalid Atar, and passed that word to my fellow members of the Aegis in Civitas Dei. I doubt," he says, gaze returning to Elidi, "that the Praefect knows for certain whether this attempt was successful or not. Indeed, I do not know myself, but I would wager, if I were a betting man, that it was not."

"I was also informed of the event via messenger from the Guard. I assume that the Imperator Stavros also knew of the situation from his remarks yesterday. So I see I am not truly dealing with one Empyrean delegation, but two." Khalid's tone sours noticeably, as he considers his next words, "Very well. Truth be told, I do not care who controls the Empyre as long as the government is stable and strong. And that if the treaty is ratified by the parties assembled here, it will be carried out as law within the Empyre. That the old government or the new one shall accept it. This is my primary interest." He pauses, then says quietly, "A secondary offer will be made, however. The Varati government, if necessary and asked for aid, will assist the 'government' that ratifies these terms and appears to truly desire peace with the Varati, in stabilizing the internal situation of the Empyre. If so asked and requested."

Elidi almost smiles, it seems, from the way her face moves. Her stance has grown more relaxed but her burned wing fitfully twitches into a tiny stretch. She takes a small step closer to the God-King's desk, lifting the scabbard and sword a fraction. "Again, sir, if you will allow me?"

Again, such intensity. The Seraskier focuses on Elidi's motion, his eyes fixed on her right shoulder.

"I would wait, Praefect, until the end of the negotiations. I will receive all gifts, then," indicates Khalid. "Please sit until then. It would do me ill to interrupt Dominus Leonidas. And my Seraskier gets very edgy when naked blades are brought into his presence." A faint, almost amused smile crosses the God-King's lips.

Kalypso moves to seat herself, tiring of having stood for so long. She studiously avoids looking at any other Empyrean in the room, so is her anger boiling. Her legs cross, as do her hands, but she remains, in effect, silenced.

Elidi's mouth firms into a tight line as she takes her seat and it is obvious that the Khalid Atar's assumption of her words was not quite correct. She takes her seat, however, and is silent, resting the sword across her knees.

Leonidas inclines his head yet again, to Khalid, then squares his shoulders. "The sole remaining point as we recorded them, Khalid Atar, is the matter of public apology to you and to your people. If there is one you had in mind for this duty, we ask that you name him or her, that we may see that it is properly done. Letters will be penned and flown to the edges of our lands, delivered to the hands of your heralds to repeat, if you have such men."

"There is also the matter of Cassius and Eranthe," remarks Khalid, aside. "As for the apology, I would have it come from the Aegis. It will be announced among the four kingdoms. You may decide who speaks for the Aegis in this matter, or whatever government that is in power. The apology shall come from said government." Clearing his throat, he continues, "And yes. The four governments shall hear said apology as will those in Haven and all the known world."

The expression upon Elidi's face changes at the mention of Cassius, the smooth side of her face becoming almost guarded. She shifts a bit upon the chair, tired, but restless, wings faintly stirring.

Kalypso inclines her head towards Khalid, as well. "We will grant your requests, Amir-al, but only for peace. We only ask that you spare the life of Deus Augustin, though his wife may have more requests of his treatment." She glances sorrowfully at Elidi, but for peace, there must be sacrifices. "In addition, I would ask that you be gentle with Dea Acesian. She has just lost her husband, and has borne more than her burden of guilt for this war."

"Dea Acesian has little to fear from me, but words. I wish to see what this girl is made of. As for Deus Augustin, I make no such promises. His life will be in my hands. I shall choose whether he is to live or to die. Or rather, his own words and actions shall determine his fate from here." Khalid glances briefly towards Elidi, then considers Kalypso, "It is a small sacrifice to pay. Even if I were to kill the Deus, he would die regardless if this treaty were not signed, for he shall be the first Aegian to fall if no compromise is found between us. And many more lives would be on his hands. If he is truly a patriot of the Empyre, this sacrifice will be made. But it is my decision alone as to whether he will live or die upon his presenting himself to me."

Elidi's face perhaps grows a little paler and a little tighter, but she makes no overt reaction to what she hears. The unburned right side of her face is just as enigmatic as the red, rippled left side and those who are observant might note the slight tightening of her fingers about the scabbard in her lap.

There is one who observes this and his arm is relaxed and ready. The Seraskier waits with serene patience.

Kalypso nods, as her eyebrows lift. "I should perhaps restate, in case we feel we have missed something?"

Leonidas ventures, "We hope, Khalid Atar, that you understand that it is no easier for us to give up one of our own with no guarantee of his safety than it would be for you to do the same. We understand the sacrifice of one for many, but he is a kinsman. If we may suggest keeping him as perhaps a political prisoner, rather than ending his life, we will feel... satisfied." He's done, apparently, as he nods toward Kalypso.

"Please do. I wish to note one thing. I expect the coronation of the new Emperor to take place in Civitas Dei, as well as the wedding. I also expect that the Varati government will be given open invitations to said wedding and coronation and in return will extend the same offer for our wedding and coronation. As a sign of good faith between both governments. I shall choose who shall be present on behalf of the Varati government in Civitas Dei and will send out specific invitations to those I desire to be present for our own ceremonies. This all, I assume, is agreeable?" queries Khalid. Brushing some of the ash from the table, he raises his gaze to Leonidas and speaks, "So noted, Dominus. In the interests of future good will between our people, I may be inclined to be... merciful to the Deus."

Kalypso nods to Khalid. "It is agreeable, of course." Her eyes rest on the man for a long moment, before she takes a deep breath. "The Empyre shall, in accordance with a treatise of peace, first and foremost issue a formalized apology to the people of the Varati Kingdom. This shall be done by a delegated member of the Aegis, as soon as can be arranged. Secondly, the province of Arelate shall be made into an independent country, consisting of any who wish to live in its borders. Next, Callisar's Eyrie will remain Varati, subject to the rule of Khalid Atar. Parnassus shall be ruled as a joint city, governed by a member of each race, and policed by members of both Clan Guard, and Praetorian Guard." Her eyes travel slowly around the room, as she continues. "Fifth, for peace to be achieved, Khalid Atar shall choose, for himself, a wife from the Empyrean people. In return, the next Emperor, or Empress, shall marry one of the Varati nation." She pauses for a moment, to catch her breath.

A muscle in Elidi's jaw faintly jerks and she lowers her chin so that her gaze is upon the sword atop her thighs. A tendril of singed hair, shorter than the others, falls forward and the tension in her grows with each word Kalypso speaks.

Khalid calmly corrects, "Parnassus shall be governed by a council composed solely of the Empyre and the Varati. Your remark, Dea, sounds as if you are suggesting that the Sylvans and Atlanteans have a seat on the council as well."

Kalypso shakes her head slowly. "I do not wish it to sound that way, Amir-al. No other race shall be on the governing council of Parnassus aside from, as you said, Varati or Empyrean." She waits again, to see if there's anything else she's made an error on.

"Mm. I believe you have the gist of it, Dea. So far. Just be clear, also, that all Empyreal military forces shall be removed from Arelate with all due haste upon the signing of the treaty. All Varati military forces shall depart Arelate upon the request of the new Arelate government; it is on their behalf we negotiate this clause." Khalid speaks these words, then also makes note, "The representative of the Varati kingdom is also, of course, chosen by myself. Dependent on who ascends to the throne of the Empyre."

Kalypso nods. "Aye, Amir-al. As we expect any Varati forces to extricate themselves from Empyreal lands, so that our people may no longer fear for their lives, and begin to slowly rebuild." Her eyebrow arches slowly, as she waits, again, for Khalid.

Leonidas' attention is divided equally between Kalypso and the Varati king as words are traded.

"The representative that will marry the new Emperor or Empress, that is." Khalid allows himself a faint sigh; perhaps the long hours have even begun to affect the God-King. "Of course. Upon immediate signing of this document, I will relay messages to the armies to hold a defensive position and make no further advances. Upon seeing compliance of the Empyre on the matters of the treaty, the armies will begin to withdraw."

Kalypso shakes her head slowly. "I'm afraid I must be stubborn on this one point, Amir-al. I will grant that your armies may reside on our land, I wish it to be out of viewing range of my people. They have suffered enough, already, and need no further stress in their life." She sighs softly, as she shifts her weight in her chair.

"My armies will move to a defensive position, Dea. I will ask them to stay outside of striking range of any city. That is the most I will ask them, Dea. If the terms of the treaty are swiftly complied with, you will have nothing to fear." Khalid allows some measure of compromise, but his tone is firm, indicating no more will be given.

Kalypso nods. "That is acceptable, then." Her gaze remains on the main, willing him to be finished with his clarifications.

Finally allowed to do so, Kalypso continues on. "Sixth, then, Varati merchants shall be taxed at one-quarter the rate of current taxation for passage on the river Tiber. All proceeds from this taxation will go towards the rebuilding efforts of the families affected by the devastation by this war. Next, all military borders within fifty miles of Varati border shall be decreased to half-staff, for the mere purpose of ensuring the safety of our people." Her eyes travel around the room again, as Kalypso's voice continues on. "Deus Lucian Deiepetes, upon his deposition from Emperor, shall be allowed to retire in peace. And, lastly, the Empyre shall pay the Varati three times the amount of damages inflicted upon the Varati due to the initial invasion, and twice the amount the cost of fielding the Varati army during the war." Her eyes rest lastly on the God-King. "It is our hope that these funds will firstly go to the families directly affected by this war, Khalid Atar, though we know, in your wisdom, you will be kind to your people."

"The issue of allocation of said funds will be determine by myself, Dea." Khalid acknowledges the terms, then says with a wane smile, "But if it interests you, yes, the reason I ask for the excess funds is for those families." Nodding to the statements, he replies, "I believe, so far, you are not in error. You may include or not, as you choose, the statements regarding the invitations to the coronations and wedding. Regardless, I will hold you to them. And it must be done in Civitas Dei."

A wan smile crosses the face of the young matriarch, as she bows her head in agreement. "So shall it be done, Amir-al. The agreements reached upon Dea Acesian, and Deus Augustin shall be placed into the treatise as well. I believe that should cover all of it?"

Elidi looks up, at last, clearing her throat. "I... would speak with you on the last matter, Khalid Atar."

"I believe you have touched on all the issues, yes. I will leave it in your hands to write the official document, while I confer with my advisors to insure no matter has been missed," replies Khalid. He flicks a glance of his icy blue eyes upon Elidi as he prompts, "Yes, Dea?"

Elidi clears her throat again and sits up straighter in her chair, wings opening enough that the burnt and curling feathers upon the one are obvious. "Upon the matter of my husband. May I ask what it is that you intend to do and how soon it is that you wish it done?" Her voice is quiet, but clear, and remarkably steady. Almost casual.

"The Deus will present himself to me immediately upon my return to Atesh-Gah. He has a few matters to answer for in regards to the war. On behalf of the request of the Dominus Leonidas, I will consider being merciful to the Deus. That is all I can say on the matter until I speak with the Deus himself. His own actions and words will be the judge of his fate," explains Khalid. His tone is not cold, nor cruel. Simply final.

Elidi continues in that same tone of voice, "And how soon shall you return to Haven, Amir-al? How long do I have to travel there myself to see him before this... occurs?"

"If you leave in a day or two, you should still beat my return by a few days, I would imagine," replies Khalid. "If we were to sign said treaty by tomorrow and I began issuing orders and such. You should have plenty of time I would think. Maybe even a week."

Kalypso glances towards her cousin once again. "You have my pets are your disposal, Elidi. They are two of the fastest in the Empyre." She is already feeling pangs of guilt, but Cassius dug his own grave.

"Thank you, Kalypso," says Elidi as she begins to rise from her chair and stretches her wings.

"Before you leave, Dea, was there something else you wished to discuss?" Khalid shifts position on the chair, a little, as he clears his throat.

Elidi half turns, negligently holding that blade in her hands. She merely looks to Khalid Atar, nothing venomous or disrespectful in the gaze. Her reply is, "No offense, Amir-al, but if you are taking my husband, I'm keeping my sword."

Arching that regal black eyebrow in 'stately' surprise, Khalid responds, "Mm? Very well. Do as you wish, Dea." He drops a nod to Elidi, then speaks to the others, "I assume we are finished then? And indeed, you have the power to enforce this treaty and make it law among your people?"

Give the sword, keep the sword, the Seraskier does not care. So long as it remains sheathed.

Leonidas says, "If you will give us parchment and ink, or lend us a scribe, Khalid Atar, we will write the documents ourselves." Casting a glance at Kalypso, he adds, "Once signed, it will become law." Even if Leonidas has to personally crack heads together.

Elidi turns her back upon the rest of the proceedings and makes her way toward the tent's exit, motioning for Nikos to follow.

Lips crease at the corners, hinting at the smile that the God-King diplomatically suppresses for the moment. "Very well. I am pleased to hear you have the strength to ensure these agreements will end the war." Nodding again, he responds, "My favored scribe, my newest court scribe is back in Haven. A pity. It would have given both myself and her considerable pleasure to see her hand set in motion for such a task. Yet, indeed I have skilled scribes at your disposal. Anything you require will be made available."

The old lion turns, one arm moving in graceful motion to hold open the tent for Elidi and her companion. A nod to one of the Kaimakam outdoors results in the acquisition of an escort back to the chariots for the two.

Kalypso is much more forthcoming in her smile, her gaze moving between the God-King, and the Legate. She rises from her seat, her wings unfolding behind her, if only to stretch, before they fold sedately into place. "Our thanks, Amir-al. For being a kind host."

Rising from his own seat, to mimic Kalypso's motions, he says, "I am glad you both came to me, before disaster fell upon all our people." Glancing in the direction of Leonidas, he speaks, "I did not say those prior words, idly, Dominus. Perhaps you will come and visit the court at Atesh-Gah some day. I would speak with you more on affairs of politics, philosophy and other matters. And in all seriousness, what are your chances for becoming the new Princeps?"

Leonidas answers, "I cannot say for certain, Khalid Atar. I will, though, come to visit your court, once things have settled a little more. To discuss these matters of politics and philosophy, as you say. It would be both an honor and a pleasure, I am certain. I add my thanks for your hospitality to that of the Dea Tritonides."

Nodding to Leonidas, Khalid settles back into his seat as he murmurs, "An end to all this bloodshed. Finally. I am... happy." And that smile does indeed break through upon his grim visage.

Kalypso inclines her head once again towards Khalid, her own smile broad in reply. "I think very few will not echo your sentiments, Khalid Atar. A good night to you." Both she and Leonidas move towards the flaps of the tent, Kalypso's smile only broadening with each successive step. Peace, it would appear, has finally been achieved.

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