Revan and his navigator were sitting in his quarters, studying the Rocovan map. He was once again being sent to foreign lands, but this time not purely out of his own ambitions. It was the plan of the Grandmaster herself. His airship was headed for the land Rocovans called “Ghratos”. Many magic items and stories cane from that place, so many were interested in direct trade and relations, without Rocovan tarrifs and business interests.
Rvan travelled in his airship for a week by this point, flying over a vast landscape, ocasionally stopping to replenish supplies. The cargo hold was filled with various treasures to bring for the Ghratean ruler as gifts, equipment and makeshift quarters for a group of Guards, in case the Gratheans and Hallmarchians didn’t get along, so there wasn’t that much space for food.
“My Lord, according to the map, we should be approaching a major Ghratean city.” The navigator said.
“Lets hope this map is correct.” Revan replied.
As they stepped outside, it turned out that the map was to at least some degree correct. The airship was approaching a major city in what should be Ghratos, flying over many smaller villages.
“Find a place away from any villages and prepare to land, but be ready to depart at any time. We are in unknown lands and I don’t want to take any more risks than necessary.”
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The King of Xhaasa had been informed of a large airship approaching the east of Xhaasa a few days ago. He was not surprised, then, when he saw it above the city- In fact, he had prepared a show of his own.
As the Hallmarchians approached, they saw 4 Ghratean Airships- only 10 were in existence, and the other 6 were in Iyanala. They were smaller than the Rocovan variety, but they were accompanied by squadrons of riders of Maquida, giant flying birds. Cloud Fae hives lowered and scattered in response to the foreign presence. The airfleet did not approach, but it hovered nearby, an ever-present warning of Ghratean might.
When he had heard of the coming airship, he had called for his forces to assemble. In his possession was the most powerful formation in Ghratos- the feared Idarax, made primarily of users of Omran’irr, weapons that shot concentrated shots of flame. It was the only army of its kind in existence. Armored infantry and heavy cavalry followed the King on his horse as he exited the walls of his city to meet the foreign delegation.
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When the King approached, Revan jumped off the ship and slowly floated down, landing safely. Ten Knights came down after him, but using ladders this time. They were quite formidable, dressed in full plate armor made of silver and carrying large swords. A number of Guards, in black armors, held crossbows all along the edes of the airship.
Revan himself also wore a black chestplate, which was partially hidded under his cloak. It was also primarly black, but faded into dark purple at the bottom, vomplete with silver and turquise embroidery at the edges. He also had a sheathed rapier at his belt, its handle made of silver.
He quickly casted a translation spell on himself and came within 3 meters from the King’s entourage.
“I am Lord Revan, the Grand Duke of Kaisergrad. I was sent here by the orders of Her Holiness Grandmaster Sybille from the The Most Sacred Order of the One in Hallmarch. My mission was to seek out the land known as Grathos and estabilish relations with its people.”
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