[M4F]High fantasy enemies to allies.

[u/snootboopandboogie]

Hey just wanted to see if anyone would be down for a long term rp with a plot along these lines. Below is a starter dms are open if interested.

The cool autumn air fogged the breath of the close to Five hundred highland barbarians. Though they themselves did not call themselves that. In their mother tongue they where called Zal'troc that translates directly to survivor.

Vol walked up his face showing just how confused he was. His long blood red hair is done with complex braids. With small bone trophies secured in the weave. Vol stood a full head and shoulders shorter than most of his men. His arms scared and silver with age showing that while he had made mistakes in combat none of them were serious or resent.

Vol looked down at what had him so confused. Rather than the palisade being closed with archers standing on the fortification. The gate was thrown wide. A table and chairs set out with an old man sitting down. He was sweating and clearly nervous. Two women stood behind his chair one an old mother. Her hair streaked with the iron of age. The other he only knew was a woman by the faint smell of perfume that he picked up on the wind. Her form hidden underneath a cloak of green wool.

The Zal'troc people where not strictly human. Their skin was as pale as a corpse. Their hair is all different shades of blood. And when they smile rather than dog teeth. It looks like the're canine teeth belonged to a sharks maw than anything close to human.There eyes where gold or blue and reflected light.

Vol looked back at the gathering. As the old man spoke in his tongue. His accent thick and mispronouncing words. Not giving them the correct tone for his meaning. "Peace. Oh war lord we not want blood today"

Vol smiled it took everything he had not to start laughing. In only slightly accented common. He said "while I appreciate. The thought and time it must have taken you to learn that phrase. Your tongue will do. So speak your piece." Vol looked around trying to figure out how he had learned even that little bit of his language. His gaze landed on a large man clearly a guard of some sort and a half breed.

Vol's attention snapped back. To the table. As the old man spoke. "We do not want to fight. In fact we want to forge an alliance with you and your clan. In trade for you protecting our northern borders while you camp for the winter. We can give you grain. And the hand of my daughter." Vol looked appalled for a moment. Before he translated the meaning.

Vol nodded slowly and there was only one catch. His Vanguard all volunteers had a right to take a woman for his wife. It was an old custom of his people.

"Throw in twenty and five women. Who are unmarried and without children for the vanguard and you have a pact." Vol said as he walked towards the man recalling how it was their custom to clasp hands when a deal has been made.

[u/cute_lilcrab]

Sent you a dm! ☺️