The Knyaz's Yurt

[Kasimir]

The Kynaz's Yurt is larger than any other Slavic Yurt, each individual room is about the size of an average Slavic Yurt. The entrance room is furnished with a simple wooden table with a chair in one corner and a few chests around the room. However, this is where Kasimir, Knyaz of the Slavs greets messengers from foreign lands.

[Queen Alessia]

A messenger from Scythia entered the yurt, where he was directed from some people. He was sent by the Queen to try and make peace with the barbarians, but even he knew that it would be hard to get them to listen. He walked up to Kasimir, bowing deeply before he spoke. "Greetings, my lord. I was sent from Scythia to ask you to form an alliance with the Scythian nation. Also, if you agree to it, would could come to a trade agreement. What do you say?" The messenger asked, looking up at Kasimir. He sure hoped Alessia knew what she was doing, gathering all of these alliances, but he would never question her judgment.

[Kasimir]

Kasimir stood up, quickly stuffing military lists and maps to the side as a messenger entered his Yurt. He watched curiously as the messenger spoke and once he had finished, Kasimir paused for thought before speaking, "Ordinarily I'm afraid I would deny this offer, for my people are a people who mostly keep to themselves, we are nomads and herdsmen and other than the occasional disagreement with our neighbours, we do not fight. However, I am getting increasingly more concerned about the situation of the world. War has started to the South, the South-West and the South-East. It will soon creep around the world and I doubt there will be a single nation that will be able to avoid it. Therefore I will accept your offer of an Alliance; It may be beneficial to both of us, but as nomads, we do not have much to trade other than our livestock, which is our only source of food so although I will allow trade routes between our nations, I doubt much will come of it." Kasimir stopped and waited to see what the Scythian would say; He thought it was the wisest decision he could have made. There were some who would want to keep the 'stand-alone nation' tradition, but as much as he would like to keep the traditions, as Kasimir saw it, tradition was the road to destruction.

[Queen Alessia]

The messenger smiled when the Slavic king accepted. "My Queen worries about the same problem, but together we can stand against our enemies." The messenger said as he listened to what Kasimir said about the trade routes. "We have many things that we will be able to trade you. Since you need your livestock, you can keep them." The messenger said as he bowed deeply. "Forgive me for leaving so soon, but I must return to Scythia to give the news to the Queen. May the gods watch over you." The messenger said before he left the yurt, heading back to Scythia.

[Eadfearth]

Not to far away from the Slavic town three riders rode on their horses. One horse was ahead, it was a black stallion. The mane was short, good for battle. The horse was young and healthy and it moved quickly. In more then one way it represented the rider. They appeared to be a perfect match for each other. Behind rode two horses, made specifically for speed, yet they could not compete with the black horse. The black horse continued to gallop, leaving dust in its trail till it stopped in front of Kyynaz's yurt. The rider of the black horse turned back to look at his companions. "Is this it?" "Yes it is my lord." A rider replied. The man on the black horse nodded, as he dismounted his horse. He turned to look at the Yurt as he let out a sigh. He entered it, as a messenger left. It was now clear that the man who had entered the Yurt was Eadfearth, Chief of the Celts of Germania. Eadfearth quickly approached Kasimir. He knee led quickly, and then stood up straight. " Kasimir, I am Eadfearth Lord of Germania. I wish to speak to you, about retying the bonds of our nations. In my Father's reign, the Slavs and Germanian's were close. My aim, is to make that happen once again. I'd like to propose an alliance between our Nations." He said quickly, taking in a deep breath. He let out a sigh. Rarely did a king, travel to meet another king. It was usually, a messenger. This meant that Eadfearth was serious, and wished to come to a deal. "As you know the world is at war, Germania and the other Celtic tribes wish to act. I do not intend to drag the Slavs into a fight, as you are nomads."

[Kasimir]

Kasimir bowed his head as the new arrival explained that he himself ruled the Germanians, and he was not just a messenger. "I am honoured by your presence, Eadfearth. As I have said earlier today, I would prefer to remain untied to other nations but with the world at war, I fear for my people's safety and thus, as you are my kin, I feel that I must accept your proposal. Remember, I do not want war and if it is brought about by your actions, I will not hesitate to destroy Germania with all the power of the Slavic people." He paused before continuing with a smile on his face, "May our lands grow strong together. " Kasimir was not comfortable about having made two alliances - they would probably end up forcing him to enter a war, but war would eventually reach the Slavic lands anyway and in a war it was best to have friends. In a war it was best to be prepared.

OOC: Fixed a typo... (prepred = prepared) - 18/2/08

[Eadfearth]

"Thank you... This is great news to know we will always have an ally in the Slavs." He replied, quickly smirking. Eadfearth let out a sigh. People made diplomacy sound so difficult, when dealing with reasonable people it was rather easy. Then again he hadn't delt with anybody, extremely stubborn. "You and your people are always welcomed in my land. Especially during the harsh winters your land is infamous for." He explained quickly kneeling down. This was hoepfully a sign of better times ahead. Eadfearth then quickly stood up. "Remember if you are in need of help or aid, Germania is never to far away." He said after bowing goodbye. The King of Germania quickly left the yurt looking at his two men. It was time to leave, and they knew it. They did not have to rest, but there was buisness else where. Eadfearth quickly mounted his horse, looking over his shoulder once before leaving. It must of been odd for the slavs, his sudden visit and then even more suddenly leaving.

[Cadeyrn]

The messenger rushed in to the yurt, the cold outside was biting his face and he could not feel his fingers or toes. "My king, Cadeyrn, King of the Britons, would like to offer his alliance to you in times of need of your and his. He would like to press the fact that he is not ordering you to fight, however he would like to unite the Celtic tribes against the common enemy." the messenger rubbed his hands and waited patiently form knyaz.

[Kasimir]

"I have heard those words before, from one who has dragged me to war. However, I will accept your offer on one condition; I will help you in a war, upon request, if you help me if I request aid. The honourable survive, the dishonest fall, for the honourable retain their friends, the dishonest only gain enemies." Kasimir finished speaking and waited for the messenger's response.

[Cadeyrn]

The messenger rubbed his hands together, the cold was biting and he had no gloves. " My King believes that honor is the only thing that some of us have to live by and is the most important thing a man has, once it has gone it has gone forever. You can trust him for he will only be glad to help you in a war." The messenger blow on his hand and bowed before Knyaz.

[Kasimir]

"In that case, I accept your offer. In case of war, the Slavs will back your men no matter what the cost. We only hope you will do the same." Kasimir stopped, watching the mist that appeared as the messenger breathed, "You may stay here for a while, for I see that you are cold and may need some rest before you leave. Of course, if you wish to return the news to your King soon, we will provide you with all the provisions you will need for the journey home. Send your King, Cadeyrn, my greetings and thanks, but make sure he knows; I do not tolerate treachery."

[Cadeyrn]

Cadeyrn walked into the hut and bowed. "I have come to offer my help in the fight against the Germanians. My men are in need of a fight and I as their king would like to please them. I would like to help my ally in any way possible. My men can be there in a matter of days. I can bring 400,000 men to the battle."

[Kasimir]

The man in the yurt was not Kasimir, it was his Steward and he turned to glance at the new arrival, after hearing his voice, the Steward turned to face him and spoke, "You are Cadeyrn, king of the Britons? Your help would be greatly appreciated, friend of Kasimir and ally of the Slavs." The Steward smiled and bowed to Cadeyrn, "Your help will tip the balance of the battle in our favour and we will, without doubt, win. Thank you."