Nations on the Move
Telmerand, The Ambassador of Xen'Drik
Given the daunting task of forming relations with Breland, we have a Wise Wilden humbled.
Likes: Siberys Dragon of Creation, the Giants of Xen’drik, Nature, and his friends in Breland
Dislikes: Pillagers and “explorers”, keeping secrets, being underground, and accidentally destroying whole towns
Within Xen’drik lies the Heart of Siberys, to many this is an object of great desire…an object of unimaginable power. To others within Xen’Drik it is an idol of worship and a font of life….so it is for Telmerand and his kinsmen. As the Heart bestowed upon the lizardrmen of Xen’Drik their sentience so has it gifted the Wilden who now serve it and those of the island. Telmerand has served the Nor tribe of giants for the entirety of his life, delving into their naturalistic lore and aiding them as an intermediary to…slighter races. The natural adaptively of Wilden to their surroundings and new societies is an invaluable asset in the domain of diplomacy and strides have been made with some of the smaller Drow and Sahuagin tribes in the vicinity. These duel roles of shamanistic-student and envoy have made Telm a great asset to the Nor.
The jungles and mountains of Xen’drik are a place sought by many for their fallen treasures…but the inhabitants are closed off from the knowledge of those who seek what is best left untouched lest they be corrupted. The great tribes of Xen’drik have come to agreeance that things must change, action must be taken. That is where Telm comes in, he is to act as one of a select few diplomatic representatives of Xen’drik. His primary tasks are to make contracts with the, primarily, southern nations of Khorvaire and to express the concerns of his superiors. The express concerns of Xen’drik is that they be acknowledged as a sovereign nation with the strictest of control over the admittance and other such concerns any sovereign nation may have. In the case of favorable acceptance the following boons are offered:
• Henceforth, the city of Stormreach will be a entrepôt of those parties currently with a stake in its governance: Stormlords and the 13 Dragon Houses.
• A quantity of Siberys Dragonshards will be made available for trade at a just rate.
• Arcane and technological artifacts will be shared with the academics of Stormreach/Khorvaire in exchange for a shared ownership of said discoveries and advancements directly relating to said discoveries.
* Other negotiations can be made with the tribal council of Xen’drik
All of these far reaching goals aside…the Tribal Council of Xen’drik is not even filled out as yet. There are still many positions empty as negotiations are made within Xen’drik with those tribes not yet affiliated with the cause. These duties are left to others and there is no doubt that we will succeed. It has simply become too troublesome with the adventures and looters of Khorvaire and elsewhere availing themselves of our cultural heritage.
This brings us to our most immediate events. With the assistance of contacts amongst the Sahuagin (and a cleverly staged public negotiation with said sahuagin…smoothing over some blown over issues) respectful and free passage was provided by the citizens of Stormreach to the Capital of Breland, Wroat. This leads me to the present, a massive foreign environ with a chaotic throng…we have no contracts here, as that is my purpose, and we must find the method of making those first contacts with the leadership of this land.
The past two years have been a flurry of activity for myself and all of Xil’drak. Upon leaving my friends with the heavy burden of my terrible secret, I left for Wroat to attempt to seal the alliance quickly. With resent events and my first hand knowledge of such I felt it would not be too difficult. Breland had recently lost a fairly large village, the nation of Droaam was breathing down their necks further they believed they had powerful control over the elements, and their coffers were emptied with sealing the boarder of Droaam. Ensuring my nation was peaceable was paramount and the high profile trade goods of my homeland would line their empty coffers.
I had expected things to be far more difficult and drawn out, but all of these recent events have made things so simple…and deep down I knew letting loose the shackles of my power in The Vault was in large part responsible. Everything troubled me deeply…fear and wonder at my own power, the cascading effects of that celestial event, and what may happen to Xil’Drak now that we were coming into the global stage. This is why I choose to take a pilgrimage to the Heart of Siberys and commune directly with my beloved god.
It was difficult trekking through the mountains and negotiating my way past the xenophobic guardians of The Ring of Storms. The horrendous torrents blasted with all the rage of a typhoon but in the sparse few lulls I saw such a verdant bounty of life in the jungles below. Truly this place is worthy of Siberys, lord of creation and destruction. Trekking deep into the mountain warrens to the resting place of the Heart I could not help but recall The Vault, and when Siberys touched that place as well. What could it all mean, what am I meant for, and why in the land of Bree.
Lost in these thoughts I did not even register that I had come upon the Cavern of Creation. Aglow with the light of Siberys and lush with life-force. This was my first glance upon the essence of my creator…it wracked me with awe. In a lull I reached out my rough talons…..
It had to have been days before I awoke from that dream. So many visions of horrors to come but also the cycle coming full circle…like the bloom of life rising so quickly after the fury of Khyber oozes from the earth and runs hot across the land. Even now after long months of meditation I can’t make sense of it. All I know is that a time of death and renewal is coming and that I will play some part in it. I only hope that Siberys will be with me and guide me in these times ahead.
With this in my mind I make my way back to the land of Bree where it all started…
Back to see my friend Sanden, a brave Eladrin warrior who understands what it means to have a homeland under assault from without. Mistress Syfka the kind and compassionate god of ancients from the depths heh. And good old mysterious Brandis…I hope they all have forgiven me…