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Rayne Maxis

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Rayne made her way through the forest, she was nearly there.. The forests not terribly far from the old empires capital of Rhisoka really did hold some natural beauty, she'd slowed down several times to enjoy the aesthetically pleasing surroundings. Wild life was teaming here, and the woods were alive with the sounds of the animals that inhabited it. These moments would often end abruptly as Rayne would regain herself and be reminded why she was here, it was business, and business had little time to stop and smell the flowers as it were..

The Mysty Isle was coming along nicely, she'd established its population somewhat, and even begun to build to a commerce for her people.. there were several steps to take before they could be fully up and running however.. a major factor in her planned success included the need for trade partners and allies.. one or both of which she hoped to find here.. in this very forest.

She walked lightly along, she had her weapons with her, but hoped to the gods she wouldn't need them, she'd already worked for these men before, so this meeting wasn't difficult to get arranged, her only hope was that it would go the way she wanted it to..

After hours in the forest on foot, Rayne would break the threshold of a camp. The inhabitants of said camp let her know she was in the right place, though she wasn't entirely sure who to speak to, so she would flag down the first person she could see, no doubt a human's sudden arrival would cause a stir, but she would wave her arms signifying she came in peace, I believe I'm being expected... she would add, nonthreateningly. As far as she knew, she was the only human ally, or at least associate, of this group, so she was likely well known, at least by her actions if not by face and name.

She wouldn't resist and would allow whichever dwarf came first to lead her to where she was supposed to go, the last thing she needed was to set this audience off poorly.

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The Thunderhead had failed. The Fall had failed. The entire Dwarven revolution was turned on its side because even after thousands of years, the Old Empire was still just as powerful as it was before. Frigo, the now last remaining Dwarven commander, witnessed the events unfold. He was a Root, in service to the Trunk himself. With his magics he'd relayed messaged to the other commanders by viewing them in crystal gemstones. He saw the armies approach Rhisoka and even start their fail safe plan to sink the city. Yet, somehow, the mages of the city stopped the collapse from happening and the city was brought back up to the surface. Albeit the damage was still done, but the result ended in failure for Rhisoka still stood.

Frigo was never meant to be in charge. No Root would ever be given power. But as every other commander lie dead at the hands of the humans, he was all that was left. It would be his job to ensure the safety of his people now, until the Trunk came to the surface himself. The powerful lord of the Dwarves, Izekiel Mallos, resided in the deep of Molosva. Perhaps he should have led the attack after all. Then perhaps they might not have failed.

At least The Thunderhead had one ally, a human who called herself Rayne. She'd approached the now-resting commander with hopes of joining their cause and through her plan she'd successively broken the great wall around Rhisoka's borders. Thanks to magic, Frigo knew the girl was alive and that she'd be coming to them once again. So when Rayne came to the encampment saying she was expected, the guards nodded to her and let the woman pass.

The woman would need no guide or escort, for the Dwarven army (what remained of it) was tired of fighting and losing. They were afraid, this much was obvious to Rayne as she walked into their ranks. They sat around campfires on chopped down tree logs staring at empty mugs of ale. The Dwarves used to be a cheery race. Now it seemed they were fit for worser fates once again.

In the middle of them all stood Frigo, all three feet of him. He had long white hair with a beard to match. He wore an orange tunic down on side of his chest and leather bracers on his arms. His pants were simple black leather as were his boots. The only thing standing out for the Dwarf was that he had a small gourd strapped behind his lower back. That, and on his forehead stood a mark meant to brand him as a Magi. To the humans, the Magi were sought after, respected. To the Dwarves, an affront to Nature.

"Miss Rayne, please, join me."

With a dissmissing gesture with his hand, Frigo sent away the Dwarves around him and then beckoned for Rayne to follow him. Off to the side was a small tent (even for her) which Frigo walked easily into. He'd come in and stand by a table which had an out dated map of Rhisoka on it. Not that it meant too much of a difference because Rhisoka was exactly the same as it had been. All sorts of red markings were on the map, indicating where battles occurred...and failed.

"My people are scared. We are losing this war. Without some miracle on our side, I'm afraid Nature has abandonded us."

 
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Rayne Maxis

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Rayne had made her way through the encampment, only a few times had she seen such disenfranchised soldiers before, it made her feel so very sorry for them. Their species was condemned by the empire, for no reason other than having been born a different species, this sort of xenophobia, and blatant racism was exactly the thing she wished to do away with. She'd look them all over as she passed them by, each one more discouraged than the last, some were up and active doing remedial tasks, but most sat, their sorrow readable on their faces.. Rayne couldn't stand for it, she wouldn't stand for it..

Finally she was addressed and welcomed to follow one of their leading officials, a root.. their army had certainly taken a heavy beating if he was the acting leader, Thank you.. she said, with a warm smile at the dwarf, as she followed him into a tent she was forced to crouch to enter.

Rayne knelt beside the table which Firgo stood, it was more comfortable for her, and would allow them to speak closer to eye level, with her now just below his. Their kind revered nature as the magnanimous force which developed life, they may have been right, but Rayne sought no comfort in the idea of gods, even after her time spent among the druid enclave of Nohwaeder, though she did not, and would never shame one for their beliefs. Nature has not abandoned you.. Rayne said, offering some reassurance, Perhaps retaking Rhisoka was simply not the way.. or the destiny of the Dwarves.. she added she may have been right, and even with her work to help the dwarves she had so hoped to help restore their legendary kingdom, it seemed even with her help, the task was doomed, the evil of the empire lived on, though she hoped it would not be an evil eternal.

I am sad to say I cannot offer you the miracle you seek.. Rayne said, a bit of a shake to her head offering silent apologies, There is something else, however, than I believe I can offer you.. Rayne began, And in truth, is the reason I have asked for your audience today.. she added.

Rayne had much to discuss with the dwarf, and she so very hoped he would be amenable to the ideas she would present, the whole concept would be terrifying at first, but there was much to gain on both sides for each party involved. Perhaps the dwarves had attacked too early, and simply need more preparation before a successful attempt could have been made, or maybe the future held other things in store, Rayne could not say.

I can offer safety, and security, work, and prosperity to any Dwarf, man, woman, child... or root.. Rayne added in, in truth she was hoping to recruit a large number of the roots, for to her they would be a much more valuable asset than they were amongst their own kind, I am building a kingdom, in the ocean.. Rayne began, she would produce a map of all of Avsolum, it was crude, and on her map her Island did not yet exist, but she would point to where it was, Here.. she'd say before continuing, There race, species, and magic will not determine one's value.. Rayne tried to explain, We will be far enough from the Empire, and protected enough from them to not need to worry about them.. until perhaps... she said, pausing, The time is right to strike them again.. she added in. She wasn't sure if she was explaining everything correctly, she was building a utopian island, one where all species were welcome with open arms, one where anyone willing to work received fair compensation, and had a chance to thrive, of course she wouldn't be able to provide living room for all of the dwarves, but she could take some, and the rest who remained underground... she had plans for them as well.

We have already freed hundreds of slaves, more than a thousand, and freed them as citizens of the Isle.. Rayne spoke up, Our popularity is growing, and so is our population and defenses, we can keep any who decide to live on the Isle safe... she added, she was speaking directly about the dwarves now, And for those who don't... Rayne began, pausing as she began to take yet another thing out of her jacket pocket, I can offer this.. she said as she produced an ingot and placed it down in front of the dwarf. When she removed her hand, the ingot sat there, shining in its silvery blue colour, even inside the thing glinted. It was Mithril, and she hoped it would peak the dwarf's interest, opening trade with the dwarves was just as important to her as offering refuge to them.

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"We do as our Trunk commands us," Frigo replied to her kind statement. "He speaks for all of us, in the interest of Nature. She wills us, we follow. We never wanted to be in this war. We never wanted a fight. All we wanted, was to have a place to call home again."

Sadly their human ally would not help them the way that Frigo wished. But with her offer for another option would make his ears perk up. He turned and watched her carefully, not sure if he could accept to bring in hope right now. As she spoke, his guard could be seen lowering. He was choosing to let her words have weight, to take heart. She offered them safety, and work. She even went so far as to mention his disgraced status, that of a Root. They were essentially slaves to the Dwarves, their own people, because they could use magic. It might have sounded like a pleasant concept (especially to the humans) but to the Dwarves it was a direct spit in the face to Nature. No one should rightfully have that control over other things.

Rayne would continue, explaining her kingdom on the ocean. Frigo himself had no fear of water, but he wasn't sure how other Dwarves would feel. Down in their caverns of Molosva, there were waterways that could be traveled by canoe. But it was far different coming back up to the mainland and seeing a horizon full of water. To be trapped out there, isolated on a platform with no escape? Not many Dwarves would choose that life.

After bringing out a map she placed it on his table and pointed to her island. It was close to other islands, which was good, and most importantly, it was away from the Empire. That aspect stuck with Frigo. Rayne continued even more by saying they'd freed hundreds of slaves. The population was full of people who'd been trapped and sought freedom. Just like the Dwarves.

To finish up her sales pitch, Rayne then produced a hunk of Mithril that made Frigo reach for it instantly. "Mithril," he said with wonder. "Such a rare ore. Powerful, sturdy. The finest craft for armor. How did you come by this?" Now he was incredibly intrigued. Rayne could feel safe that she'd certainly be walking away today with a smile on her face, one way or another.
 

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