Private Forging Alliances | Illyria

[Seren Maeve]

Location: Court of Iron, Azurine City, Illyria
Tag: Xobos Yakieer | Elias Faivre | Adron Malvern | The High Court of Illyria​

Seren was pleased with the arrangement that Magnate Yakieer of Garde Noire and herself had made regarding the shipment of Illyrian ore. While Point de Titan would not extract the highest profit margin possible, what it lacked in avarice it made up for in longevity. As a Vampirika, the long game -- as they said -- was a personal preference. Nonetheless, neither the Magnate nor herself could afford to draw this out longer than was necessary. For while the ore had the benefit of being local there were Nobles and merchants squeezing every ounce of currency hidden within all manner of fees. This arrangement might undercut their personal desires for wealth.

Thus, Seren had reached out among the Nobles to find someone that might be fitting for an equitable arrangement. Someone that could take the material after Point de Titan purified and molded it and sell it for a more than adequate price. The meeting this early evening was one that would seek to determine if Elias Faivre would turn out to be such a person -- the third party to the grand designs of patriotic Illyrians.

Where then should such a place occur but in the Capitol? A neutral location. Within a meeting chamber of the Court of Iron. Fitting for the material they wish to discuss. Not overly difficult to arrange either as the Magnate had the Chief Manufacturing Consultant's ear. The lavish decoration befitting Illyria's past showed no signs of being 'corrupted' by the Zeltron's unique sense of fashion. Even Seren's uncertainty about the energetic woman's future among them had been lessened by how Cali had conducted herself. It seemed despite being exuberant that she knew when to temper her enthusiasm.

The meeting chamber had a large table with high backed chairs with refreshments set out for them, and more available on order by the staff. All the comforts of the Capitol, but with the privacy afforded those conducting business.

The Vampirika turned away from a large window with a smile to see which of her companions would be joining her now.

 

[Xobos Yakieer]

Location: Court of Iron, Illyira
Equipment: Illyria Knight Armor, Knight Saberstaff, Miralukan Eye Mask
Time of day: Early morning
Tags: | Seren Maeve | Elias Faivre | Adron Malvern | The High Court of Illyria |

One small deal done….a much larger, much more nerve wracking one on the very near horizon.

It felt as though the entire fate of the her providence weighed on her shoulders, which very well as true, but this timing only seemed to weigh more so. There was something ominous coming, something that she just couldn’t make out. Maybe it was connected to this new deal with Titan’s point, or even the meeting that both her and Seren were about to have with this count. It could also have absolutely nothing to do with it, and the feeling was just an prediction for later on. The unknown feeling only served to add to the weight on her mind, and even before she made her way into the massive building that housed the court of iron, there was a pit in her stomach that felt like it would continue to grow.

That was probably why she had decided to dress more protectively today rather than in some of the more flowry clothes that Cali Ziiva might’ve picked for a meeting like this. Better to be prepared than to come surprised. Still, her armor was plenty official looking, so it at least somewhat fit the setting of a negotiations over possible ore production. This was one of those contacts that she had talked about the first time they had met going over the details of expanding production between their two providences. That had felt simple enough, but this…this was bigger.

Striding through the hall of iron, it occurred to her that many of the faces that passed her by were ones that she had never seen before. It made a little sense, she had never really interacted with the more industrial side of Illyira. Her escapades as the king’s apprentice was much more of an aristocratic journey. Seeing how little she actually knew of this space provided her with two thought almost immediately. The first being how lucky she was to have a budding friendship with the Seiur who actually did know this space, and the other that she severely needed to find more records on these people. One could never know their enemy too well, after all.

Eventually, she came to the meeting room the group would be sharing today, letting out a soft sigh of relief when the sight of Seren graced her eyes. Approaching her partner, the Miraluka let a small smirk cross her lips as her gaze found the drinks station that had been set up. “Did they provide you with plenty of blood for this meeting, my friend?”