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[b]I) Iceborn Diplomacy[/b]

When the youth's voice echoed back up the tunnels to Dag, the king did not falter. Step after step, he steadily continued forward even as thoughts raced through his mind. [i]'Kjorn, great god of war, guide my hands and I shall not falter. Father Frost, our patron lord, may this conquest honor you too.'[/i]

The countless warriors at Dag's sides and back also continued forward through the narrow tunnel until they started to emerge into the giblins' cavern. Dag took but one glance at the terrified creatures and their hovels, and then he roared, "Seize them all! Take them alive!"

That one giblin had perhaps thought him submissive or benevolent when he had offered it an appeasement of food and water, but that had been a token given as a gift to a creature that he did not understand. Now that he knew these creatures for what they truly were, he came as a conqueror.

Even in their nervousness and their bloodlust, the warriors knew what that meant. They raised their shields and advanced towards the nearest giblins, moving to tear the creatures' weapons from their tiny hands and then roughly drag them away as captives. Though the giblins had numbers, they still seemed far too puny to pose a serious threat. In all likelihood Dag expected them to surrender; hence why he had not given the order simply slaughtering the creatures.

If his prayers went answered, Dag knew that his tribe would have a few hundred thralls to do their base labor. Perhaps these creatures would be able to work the mines in place of the tribesmen or take on that cumbersome task of dragging the carts full of metal back to the village.

But alas; it was best that Dag did not get ahead of himself. With both hands he raised his greatsword threateningly. If the giblins could be subdued without lethal force then they would be kept alive for they were now his property, but he had no qualms with offering a quick death to any that would rather fight and die as free creatures. He would have only respect for those that fought!

[b]C) Improve Infrastructure[/b]

Though a few small piers had been enough to dock fishing rafts and launch their small dingies, the Iceborn tribe was a maritime culture and they had far grander aspirations. It was not enough to simply fish from the rivers and sea; they wanted nothing less than to rule it just as they ruled the land. So with the vast quantities of timber that they had amassed, idle hands soon went to work towards expanding the docks and jetties. On the beach of their natural port they also made way for a great shipyard.

Though the mighty longships that had won them countless battles and faithfully carried them to this new land were no more, the tribe had not forgotten the secrets of their construction. In time they would have a mighty fleet once more; until such time they were like a bird without wings. The elders and warriors alike believed it their destiny to explore, colonize, and exert their might upon the farthest reaches of this continent, and to do that they would need mighty vessels indeed!

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-Dag sees the terrfied giblins and their hovels and remembers how they were barely capable of speech. Convinced of their utter inferiority, he mutters a prayer to two gods and then orders his warriors to seize all the giblins (using nonlethal force where possible) and take them as slaves.
-Meanwhile, at Dagshall they expand the docks and create a shipyard. Over time they're looking to rebuild their once mighty fleet of longships.
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