A /vtwbg/ tale
THE OFFER FROM THE SOUTH
Bury The Hatchet... In Our Shared Foe
It was a fairly normal day in the city of Gehenna. Nay a single calamity has transcended. All is well within the Infinitum Embassy. That was the case until a messenger made his way into the office of the Ambassador-Officer.
He carries with him a letter. One that was delivered to by the means of Infinitum's own ambassador. The Ambassador-Officer inspects the letter. It is made of the finest parchment and papyrus. The seal is a symbol he gravely recognise. One of the savage God-Eaters of the South. Inspecting the seal closely, his eyes widened. It was the seal of a city.
The letter came from the God-Eaters' state of Ryonaheim. The easternmost region facing the Schizo infested region of the Gulf. The grazing grounds of greedy plutocrats, watermelon worshiping corsairs, and aphroditic pirates. The Black Fleet had rarely encountered God-Eater vessels in those waters, in part of the constant attacks by privateers and corsairs.
Curiouser and curiouser; the Ambassador-Officer removes the seal and reads the content.
Infinitum Embassy
City of Gehenna
Island of the Dead
13th Day Metzi of Hot Harvest 1132
To The Men of Bones of the Island of the Dead,
I greet to thee, in truth and honour, with the blessings of the Aeshi,
A year and a half have since passed since the agreement we have made on the behalf of our mutual ally, the Kronies, during the founding of the Ailivian Trade League. As promised, we have not harmed one of your merchant vessel for over 18 Moons. In return, privateers of our people that attempted to profit off our demilitirisation were punished accordingly.
While peace had been established between our sailors and traders for the first time in decades, it had struck the morale of our men. Yes, we are aware of the dwindling morale of the men in the Black Fleet who had trained rigorously to counter our kin through our mutual ally. For the both of us, ridding the gulf of piracy and waterbound schizos for the sake of the Trade League was not as thrilling as our once bombastic exchange of cannonballs, alchemy, and gunpowder that had been customary for decades.
The everlasting desire for our men to compete in one another has become a ritual. Ingrained in our blood memory. In these times of peace and disarmament, our men long for the days past yet want to honour the treaty we have made.
To alleviate this problem, I, Fellcoatl Yalisson, divinely elected Stadrtlatoani of Ryonaheim, offer to thee the following proposition; a joint naval exercise between the Deadbeats of Gehenna and the God-Eaters of Ryonaheim.
We shall engage in a controlled, and hopefully friendly, training regime for our navy. With the history of our local naval forces rarely engaged in one another, we shall be able to deploy our sailors with the hopes of them being able to cooperate with one another. I assure you that the bad blood that exists between the Blessed Navy of Teocucayotl and the Black Fleet are in no way present in our own forces. Just as your sailors are forced to endure the presence of our mercenaries in the visitation of the Kronies, so to ours defending your merchants from privateers of the fruity, sultry, and greedy kind.
As proof of my sincerity, included within this letter is a document listing several naval officers under my state command. They are those who will be involved in this exercise should you accept it.
We sincerely hope you accept this proposal as a means of establishing further exchanges and deepening our bonds.
Cualitoa Heil!
Fellcoatl Yalisson,
Blessed Stadrtlatoani of the Scholar Priests and Labourer Soldiers,
Abattoir Ryonaheim,
Altepetl Ryonaheim,
Yectic Teocuacayotl.