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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaiyamato: Just outside of the Darkened Grove territory, north of the Hobgoblin village there is a bright red flash and in the blink of an eye a tall V'K'kraan'ck wearing Red Robes and carrying a long staff made of dragonbone appears. He looks around for a moment, his large sharp beak making a soft hissing sound as his beady eyes seek out the land.
  He then heads north, seeking out the Martyr of the Grove.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: drack: The Martyr, as it happens, is quite easy to find, and the people say where he's been until the visitor finds himself in one of the massive hollowed redwood stumps with an interwoven vine door swarming with insects.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaiyamato: Not only is the visitor unfazed by the insects, many of them seem attracted to him, quickly running up his legs and robes, crawling freely all about him without harming him. He finds the Martyr easily, knowing at least roughly where to look for the leader of the Grove, who is easy to find for anyone regardless.
  
  The slightly shrill voice of the V'K'kraan'ck breaks the attention of whatever the Martyr is doing.  "I am Councillor Nijtakk, Archmage of the Wizards of the Spire of Jakkak, Dread Leader of the Dark Empire and Chief Advisor to the Emperor. I know that you know who I am however, and I know who you are already hmmmm."  he pauses looking about and making a small cooing-harumphing sound  "I like your realm, quite pleasant."  he looks back at the Martyr, quite seriously.  "But I am here to discuss business with you." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: drack: Spoiler 
  
  Well, in earnest the Martyr is often running about doing work with his citizens, checking after everyone's welfare, ect.  There isn't really a single place he can be found.  😛
   
  
  
  The Martyr continues to sew the lich's arm back on.   "You'll excuse me for not turning around, what is it you'd like?  I hear that your people are quite pleasant with a remarkable society despite the qualms some of my people have had with your god in the past." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaiyamato: "Our God is our god. He does what he will. Often he is more of a hindrance than a help, as are all the Gods it seems."   he chuckles a little, a slightly evil sounding noise.  "However I have come to offer you and your people a formal and lasting peace deal with our Empire. We wish to avoid any and all conflict with your people." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: drack: The martyr chuckles at the joke, his own laugh more mirthful before he inclines his head gracefully (towards his patient) in acceptance of the idea.   "It was my belief that such an agreement already existed.  I would be more then willing to make it once more though if you see a need." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaiyamato: "It does already exist. We seek to make it permanent and ensure it's lasting. Perhaps even one day move toward an alliance. We have information for example that you desire some of the Hobgoblin lands, we are in the process of conquering them. We do not need to be greedy though hmmmm. We could assist you in what you seek in exchange for an alliance." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: drack: "No, I fear an alliance at the moment would only jeperdise our plans, and your war with the orcs is enough cause for us to take these lands.  There is no need to gift us nations, the grove lives and dies on it's own, resisting the pull of war until it's pulled in itself.  The Grove has many interests, but none in your power to give at the moment beyond peace." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaiyamato: He nods  "Very well. That is sound. Reasonable. Peace it shall be until such time as we can find better mutual use for an alliance perhaps." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: drack: This is acceptable.  Do you have any official documents to sign?  Our customs dictate a spoken contract binding, though yours may have different traditions.  I would also warn you that the hobgoblin villages we'll be taking will be under our protection if it's required.  After all, there is little point in us loosing them.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaiyamato: "The Empire will recognise any claims you make to Hobgoblin territory if you can beat our forces to them. As for our agreement I do have something to sign, though for us a verbal contract is binding also."  he produces a scroll and waves his hands over it. The agreement the two of you just made is now fully detailed in 'legalese'. If you read it over it is a very honest recreation of the agreement, and relatively simple.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: drack: The Martyr takes the scroll, reading carefully over it.  Taking a handful of bugs from the air, in one swift motion he crushes them against the parchment with a sickening crunch, spilling their bodily fluids in a smear across the bottom.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaiyamato: Nijtakk bows as low as his bulky body can manage.  "Thank you. I appologise but I will not be able to remain here. I have a lot of business to attend to. However should you need to discuss anything with myself or my sister please send a message to us at Jakkak and we shall arrange a time to meet at your earliest convenience."  After the Martyr says goodbye etc. Nijtakk walks south to the edge of the Grove and then teleports out again.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: drack: The martyr returns to restitching the limb before dusting himself off and watching a pack of wolves tear apart a zombified warrior.    Life goes on even now.   He thought silently to himself.