The Flow of Trade
Third Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
With a moment's thought and a breath of the clear waters in the center of the Chamber's Sphere you swim upwards to break the water's surface and then upon crimson wings you fly to address the council, not fully as a man nor entirely a dragon, the better to make your point before you had even spoken your first word. You are not as the dragons of the briny depths and have little interest in conquering the City of Splendid Waves be it for pride or for the treasures it hold: "Esteemed Guildmasters, Venturers and Merchants all," you nod to the most powerful of each representatives as you address them: "I come before you today with news at once joyous and troubling, though not as many of you might imagine."
You pause just long enough to let them start conferring among themselves, not in mere whispers of course, for such would never carry from air to water and back, but by enchantment strong as it is subtle for any delegate in the Sphere may speak to any other delegate freely in the silence of their minds, so long as the other consents to the link.
"Vialesk is currently unable to profit from considerable trade, buying and selling with the Garden. The ages apart have bequeathed us with considerable trade goods and uncommon skills, some the fruits of which you have doubtlessly heard of by now, but also a desire for the wonders of the Inner Spheres, of the Endless Ocean no less than the realms of the shaitan or the djinn. I will not now recount all that is beautiful and precious within your fair city lest my time runs out before I have even done justice to a thousandth."
There are considerably more smiles looking out at you from the benches above and below. Flattery alone may not win you allies, but it is a fair spice to profits and practicality you have found. "Until this very moment I have been the sole arbiter by which the goods of the Inner Spheres may pass to the Garden and the reverse gathered by a considerable web of economic and military control."
Motioning to the empty air ahead of you, you craft an illusion of your current holdings, not only the territory but also the cities, their trade goods and populations all laid out in flowing Aquan characters for the delegates to read. You have little doubt that most of them have learned the broad strokes over the past month if not before as you began trading with the djinn and the shaitan. After all, Lady Anora had known who you were.
Speaking of the Dragon Herald, she looks quite satisfied as she sits in the Viridian Quarter alongside other representatives of the city's diplomatic service. She technically does not hold a vote, but judging by how many delegates are crowded near the demarcation line, she certainly holds considerable influence.
How much had she been able to profit knowing what and how much you would be buying and selling ahead of time, you wonder.
"Profits of that nature, however sweet in the short term, do not suit me," you continue. "I am no miserly bridge warden to look solely to my own pockets to the detriment of the wider scales. There are merchants and nobles craftsmen aplenty in my realm who would trade with your fair city... and I believe there are a few in this very chamber who would not desire the reverse as well."
You wait until the scattered laughter had settled before continuing: "Should you accept my offer of a Terminus, honored delegates, your city shall profit, you allies will profit, your rivals... less so. Mistake me not, I am not offering exclusivity for all time, but the infrastructure required is not cheep and I would rather build that here given all that I have learned and seen of this city with my own eyes."
Again you pause, this time sweeping the benches for delegates who seem less than enthused at your offer, here a teleriel with her hair braided with thousands upon thousands of golden seashells, there a maridar wearing a sea-silk cloak that seems to float like a veil of foam... and lastly a triton glaring at you with what almost seems to be personal animosity for some reason. "I have no interest in making use of the Terminus for violence or treachery. I could of course recount to you all the practical reasons why I do not need another foe in a world already full of them, but practicalities change and that is not the first reason I seek to trade in peace. For all the beauty and the wealth of Vialesk my heart was moved to wonder at the first of sight, not greed. I would not taint that with war, just as I abide in hope that visitors will treat my own realm with the same respect."
Applause rings out, first scattered than merging into a rumble of twined echoes as much above as below the waters. You had managed to win over two of the three opponents you had identified, not to the point of clapping themselves of course but at least to ambivalence. "That is not to say I would be opposed to an alliance with Vialesk and other realms in good standing against the scourge of the Deep Ones, from whose absence you have all profited and from whose continued defeat you can only
further profit." While you do not specifically mention the possibility of that particular malignancy turning its eye back to Vialesk only a fool would miss the implication and fools are not elected to this Council.
You go on to give an accounting of what you know of the strength of the Deep Ones in the seas of your home, as much of it as you have as well as what conjuncture you can reasonably make thereby. Your time, of course, is long since run out by then but the Master of Bells waves you to speak on, the attention of the Council fully upon you. "I propose that surveyors and diplomats sent by this august body come to my realm, to ascertain that the numbers in the reports which I have provided to you are both accurate and that the stated benefits would come to pass. Furthermore, I invite you to join a defense pact with the Crown and their allies against specific threats which we all share, ones that threaten not only the livelihood and safety of our citizens, but our very ways of life."
Debates last for most of the rest of the day, making you quite glad you do not need to eat nor sleep more than two hours, but in the end all concerns are settled in your favor. The Terminus would be built outside the walls and wards of Vialesk, but it would be built otherwise under the same specifications as in the realms of earth and air. Sending envoys was also agreed to in principle, which was to say it would take another month or two before they could be selected and sent.
What do you no next?
[] Visit the Emirate of Mardja, inquire about setting up a Planar Terminus station there
[] Look further for mercenary companies capable of effectively fighting Deep Ones
-[] Asking around in Mardja seems a good start, what with us having made a defense pact
[] We already got the crafters and Enchanters from Vialesk and Hampa, now would be the time to try and get more from:
-[] Dalaqua (focus: crafters/artisans, also any enchanters we can get)
-[] Zerbat (focus: artisans, also any enchanters we can get)
-[] Dawa (focus: crafters (fishnets), also any enchanters we can get)
-[] Kela (focus: crafters (massive amounts), also any enchanters we can get)
[] Look into the situation between the Emirate of Kela and the Wyrm Galzerai - learn the truth about their relationship insofar as we can, there is a possibility of us manning a rescue mission of sorts, in order to get Kela's resource support
[] Look into the possibility of bringing more Marid Emirates into your war on Deep Ones:
-[] Dawa (fishnet-wielding units, said to have been excelling in the last war)
-[] Kela (huge amounts of crafters, so possibly war-machines of sorts..?)
[] Attempt to have a meeting with Althazi the Deathless - learning his price for use of his forces against Deep Ones, and looking for guarantees he won't establish a foothold on Plane of Balance once those are vanquished
[] Write in
OOC: A very nice write in, a mostly receptive audience and really good rolls.