NationStates Jolt Archive

Uther arrived by propellor plane, only escorted by his fellow chevalier, and alsoa pilot. They had known each other since the Hispaniolan civil war, when the chevaliers were called to come into the war soon after things escalated. The older plane was still good, if a bit old, but as it landed in what looked like a makeshift airstrip, they seemed to be alone in this rather, unsettling landscape. It slowly began to slow its propellor as it turned on the brakes, gliding across the ground, well, not necessarily gliding. More like, jumping and shaking as it went across the uneven ground. It came eventually to a stop, and Uther stumbled out, disoriented from the hard landing, but straightened his brown coat of his emissarial outfit, which seemed almost Victorian in design, save that it lacked a top hat. His fellow pilot, Adolphe Beaufoy, came out laughing, still with his helmet as he looked to Uther.

"The wolves would be coming, eh?"

Uther didn't answer as he looked around. They were to wait for the wolves, which was rather polarized from the wolf hunts he participated in as a very young boy. To wait for the wolf was to accept death.

Bloodwoven walked along the edge of a nearby forest with two of his personal guards, preparing him self for the conference. He had to admit, he didnt like this sort of thing in the least. The last time he did it was about three hundred years ago, or around.

With his sharp sense of hearing, he heard the plane land. Straigting out his coat one last time, he and his guards walked forward to the landing strip to meet with the foreigner.

Bloodwoven walked along the edge of a nearby forest with two of his personal guards, preparing him self for the conference. He had to admit, he didnt like this sort of thing in the least. The last time he did it was about three hundred years ago, or around.

With his sharp sense of hearing, he heard the plane land. Straigting out his coat one last time, he and his guards walked forward to the landing strip to meet with the foreigner.
Uther looked to the approaching entourage and bowed his head in deference to the tribal chieftan, as he assumed he was to be meeting with, or at least to some superior. It was a common custom among wolves to lower their head around superiors, so he thought that perhaps this trait came upon into Lycan culture. He kept his head lowered as he spoke.

''Salutations, I bring official thanks and tidings from the Enlightened Republic, to begin a most valued friendship and talk with our friends the Confederacy. I am Emissary Uther Ashford, and this is my pilot and companion Adolphe Beaufoy. We are honored to be in your presence.''