Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jan 20, 2014 18:15:59 GMT -5
Poppy silently nods and walks towards the Mayor's office. She knew where it was from memory by now, having visited it at least a dozen times in the years she'd spent as an Ambassador. Once she inevitably stepped down from her position, she wished she wouldn't have to enter the City Hall again. Though the officials and the Mayor were nice people... she would like to stay out of politics after that inevitable day, no matter how far in the future it is.
As she reaches the office, whether or not the Freljordians were behind her, she knocks on the door lightly before opening it, taking a couple of steps inside and looking towards the Mayor's desk with her usual stern gaze.
Greetings Mayor Jadefellow. It's been a fair few months again, has it not? Except... this time I am not alone. There are visitors, who have come a long way to ask for assistance.
They've also asked to make sure knowledge of who they are to be secret, so after they've introduced themselves, it is probably better that the knowledge does not leave this office, correct?
While the blonde Freljordian stays behind to watch their weapons, Fraya and Voll continue on, at least seemingly unarmed, following Poppy into Jadefellow's office. Fraya kneels respectfully before his desk, probably bringing her closer to eye level with the Yordles.
"On behalf of my family, my village, and my people, I greet you, mayor Dennison Jadefellow. I am Fraya, daughter of Regja."
Post by Dennison Jadefellow on Jan 22, 2014 16:05:46 GMT -5
Jadefellow looks up from his papers when his door is knocked, calling out to whomever it may be. "Come in, come in." He shows a gentle smile when he notices Poppy enter, which covers his surprise when the humans arrive behind her. The formalities are new to him, having never had such contact with a Freljordian, but he's able to return the gesture with a low bow of his head, holding his smile and making soft eye contact with Fraya.
"A pleasure to meet you, Fraya." The mayor pauses to adjust his glasses and clear his throat, subconsciously starting to organize the papers laid out on his desk. "Judging from your attire I'd assume you've traveled from the far north. Would that be correct?"
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jan 23, 2014 4:08:33 GMT -5
Poppy silently takes a seat near the Mayor's desk, making sure she has a clear view of both him, and Fraya. Holding Whomper in her lap, she knew that she would be rather safe if the Freljordians tried anything, as long as she had the hammer with her.
They are indeed from the cold north of Freljord... but the more surprising fact is who their village follows. Is it not, Fraya? That tribe is not known for asking, or accepting outside assistance... which is why secrecy is paramount Mayor.
Secrecy was not something Poppy liked to be a part of, but sometimes it was necessary. Keeping secrets, lying to others, it was not just what she did. Her time in Demacia had made her rather loyal and honest it seemed.
Fraya stands up, careful not to hit her head on the lower ceiling. She takes her halfhelm off, shaking out a mop of hair that looks as though it hasn't seen soap in years. Her tone is not hostile, if not the most pleasant.
"My village and my house are sworn to Sejuani, mayor Jadefellow. I'm going to tell you now that I care little for what you think of that. What I do care about is if you will help me."
Post by Dennison Jadefellow on Jan 25, 2014 10:03:41 GMT -5
The mayor smiles warmly, like a kind old man. He is unaffected by the information regarding Fraya's village and who they follow, mostly because he knows very little about anything as far north as the Freljord. Jadefellow folds his hands on his desk, turning to make eye contact with the Freljordian standing before him once again. "Ah, Sejuani. I must admit that I only know as much about her as the Institute was willing to advertise, which is not saying much. I prefer not to judge a person until I've met them personally, after all. Unfortunately I do not know much about the Freljord in general, and the amount of aid I'd be able to send out at this moment is fairly limited. My best troops are already away, but if you require something other than military units, we may be able to work something out. What is it you've come to ask of our city?"
"Some time ago, as you doubtless know, there was an attack by void creatures not too distant from my village. If the same thing were to happen again, and closer, my people will not survive. We're great warriors, but we need weapons, mayor Jadefellow, medical supplies too. Swords and axes won't do against those monsters, it's guns we need. Guns you can provide."
Fraya bends her knees a little more to be more on the mayor's level
"We can pay you, in pelts, craftsmen, labourers. We don't care how long it takes to pay, we will pay it."
Post by Dennison Jadefellow on Jan 26, 2014 2:13:46 GMT -5
The mayor faintly hums, pulling his fingers back and tapping their ends together. "Ah, I do remember hearing of that. The voidlings are quite... fickle creatures. I've had reports come in to me about them. Er..." He falters for a moment, narrowing his eyes a little and looking up at Fraya once more with honest eyes. "Miss Fraya, I have no doubts about the strength and courage your tribe holds, but I don't think our weaponry will be of much use to you. I can only assume that none in your tribe have used guns like ours before. Not only that, but we actually produce a very small portion of our guns. Most of them are imported from Piltover."
Jadefellow clears his throat again for a second before continuing. "My point is, from what I hear the Void can seemingly produce a seemingly infinite number of troops and deploy them across Valoran in a matter of minutes. I think that, no matter how big your army or how powerful your weapons, you won't be able to fight back without consequence."
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jan 27, 2014 13:11:09 GMT -5
Poppy merely sits in the chair, keeping an eye on the Mayor and the Freljordians. Hopefully this would soon be over, and she could begin her visit home properly.
Indeed, I believe I mentioned that back in Demacia. Our weaponry is often rather... unusual, requiring more training than usual to utilize, unlike the traditional blades and maces.
She then leans back again, lifting her left leg on top of the other in a surprisingly casual fashion.
Perhaps there is something else that could be done?
Fraya looks ever-so-slightly irritated by what Jadefellow says.
"I don't think you understand. We are not moving an inch just because a horde of wretched demons could be on our doorstep at any time. Yes, we cannot hope to fight off another void invasion by ourselves. My people know that, and we don't expect to go on our merry ways fighting void creatures without any retribution. What I'm asking for is a way for my people to protect their families, their homes, and their livelihoods.
She pauses for a moment, clearing her throat, as Voll silently stares at the mayor, his grey eyes reflecting a displeased expression. Fraya continues.
"What about designs? We can work with those. Or broken weapons? Our smiths can reforge those, it's how we get most of our weapons. We will take whatever you can give."
Post by Dennison Jadefellow on Jan 28, 2014 10:53:32 GMT -5
The mayor leans forward, resting his head on his cupped hands. He gives Voll a sideways glance, making eye contact for a moment before turning his gaze back to Fraya. "I have an idea of how you're feeling, Miss Fraya. Truly I'd like to help. However, I'm not sure our weapons will be what you're looking for. We may be able to provide food and medical supplies, and possibly some raw materials for crafting your own weapons as well, but I'll have to first discuss it with the Senate. That could take a couple of hours. Now, if you will are in need of weapons, I could also offer to have one of our ships sail you over to Piltover on one of their return trips. As I said before, we import a majority of our weaponry from them, and they may have better suggestions to give than I will. They may even have other forms of assistance to offer."
Jadefellow maintains eye contact with Fraya, holding that honesty and compassion in them.
Fraya appears to consider Dennison's offer, then responds.
"Raw materials would be...acceptable. We will not, however, be going to Piltover for help. They are too friendly with the Avarosan to be trusted. My men and I will simply take what you can give and return home. Now, in terms of payment, is there anything specific that you want?"
Post by Dennison Jadefellow on Jan 31, 2014 9:06:26 GMT -5
Jadefellow goes quiet again, taking a while to think to himself. The city has been growing well as of late, and the yordles are very self sufficient, making it hard to think of anything that they are in desperate need of. Eventually he looks up again, folding his hands. "Nothing specific comes to mind at this moment, but seeing as I must first consult the Senate about providing assistance for your village, I can also discuss with them what we may ask for in return. I'll call a meeting immediately and will most likely be ready to deliver the terms of our agreement in the next few hours. Would it be alright if you stay within city walls until that time?"
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jan 31, 2014 16:53:53 GMT -5
Poppy follows the exchange of words silently. It would seem this would be going easier than she had thought, which was good, since it meant most likely the Freljordians would not need to resort to desperate measures. The Mayor always was good at finding solutions that worked for both sides.
Perhaps this meant she would be able to enjoy her visit home in peace, without worry of work or.... incidents. Just fire up the old forge, see what she could work on before the time came for her to return to her duties back in Demacia. The Mayor most likely knew of the recent events of Demacia, and what had happened to Jarvan the 3rd, so she wouldn't be needed for that either.
I would like to have a word with you later on if possible Mayor. We should catch on recent events, and see if both the Embassy and our city is on the same page with the news.
"We are willing to stay within your walls for as long as necessary. We won't consent to this sort of thing being made more public than it already is, however. Should you respect that, I think we'll get along fine."
Voll silently walks out of the office, back towards the reception room. Fraya doesn't seem to pay an mind.
"So, any sparring pits here? I've always wondered what Yordle warriors are like."
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