[center][h1]Wyacannae, Skekaria[/h1][/center]

	The Warm morning sun shone on the multicolored city of Wycannae, which was rapidly starting to develop a sprawl on either side of the estuary it had been built upon. The city of Wyacannae, true to her roots as the merging point of the three great clans, was built with no singularly dominate style, instead preferring to merge the three into, as considered by some, a shockingly garish city of colors- a feature that made it one of the more memorable cities of Mycoria. Regardless of the widely variable foreign opinion the Skekarii of the city consider it to be of unparralled beauty, central to the prismatic city and dominate of its' skyline lay the Palace of the Triarchs, situated in the midst of the multitude of palaces built by lesser nobility, the palace normally featured a constant hustle and bustle of merchants and workers in the courtyards, or bureaucrats and representatives either plotting in the [i]azratikiq[/i] or delivering the end results of those plots to the [i]kaiazratiq[/i], but today the palace sat in quiet deliberation. 
	
	[center][h2] Palace of the Triarchs, Skekaria [/h2][/center]
	
	[color=Aquamarine] "The inauguration ceremonies and festivities will take place five weeks from now in the royal palace in Arkronia. As honered guests and subjects to the crown your attendance is expected. Yours’s sincerely, Drokon-Al, Steward of Arkron." [/color] King Vahn finished reading aloud for his junior partners before reclining with a heavy sigh as far as the low backed seats of the [i]Kaiazratiq[/i] chamber would allow. [color=Aquamarine] Five weeks certainly doesn't give us much time to prepare, does it?" [/color]
	[color=RoyalBlue] "No, I don't suppose it does, what with us being across the continent and all. It oughta be possible if we go by ship, though that'd take us through Aegiri sea lanes. I don't suppose we'd get away with sending a few clan leaders? I don't see why we should trouble our treasury so much for the Arkron, especially when we've got plenty to spend it on here."[/color] came the quick reply from King Mahd, himself reclined nearly into the lap of Queen Hastor, who was toying with his hair, an intimacy afforded to them by the privacy of the Triarchs' meeting chamber. 
	[color=Aquamarine] "They seem fairly adamnt in their letter that we all three be present, anything less than that might be considered an insult, or worse. I don't necessarily relish the idea of a month's sailing either but the Arkron do provide us with at least some form of legitimacy by inviting us as the rightful representatives of the Skekarii. Sending another clan leader is tantamount to acknowleding their pretensions. No, it simply has to be us three. Moreover, it's not everyday a new Arkron is crowned. We'll get to develop a feel for our fellow subjects, that ought to appeal to you, Hastor." [/color] If Hastor found the idea appealing or not she didn't show, instead maintaining her practice in dexterity. 
	A few moments of silence passed as the junior triarchs weighed the words of their older counterpart, the sweltering heat and humidity of the midday beginning to make its' appearance in the condensation on the chilled fruit set in the middle of the table. After several more seconds Mahd sat up and regained a bit more of a regal posture before he finaly said [color=RoyalBlue]" Maybe the insult of only sending one, or a representative, is what we need. If the Arkron read it, the other powers will too. The city dwellers are more and more on our side, and the mountain clans' support is a near guarantee at this point. We're the lone power on the western end of Mycoria that consistently stands with the Arkron, an insult might help us gain a few friends, or contacts at the least." [/color]
	Queen Hastor, seeming to take particular exception with this issue, placed her hands in her lap before grabbing a fruit from the table to occupy her fidgeting. [color=MediumVioletRed]" I don't think that would be wise. Our information may not be the most up to date, but my men do hear things from the various merchants making their way around. The Saa'Kaleed are traditionalists, and the Aegire are rarely forgetful, ommitting the Thassites' objection to us already, insulting the Arkron won't win us any new friends. We're surrounded already, no sense in driving a wedge between us and the one ally who'd be capable of breaching an Aegiri blockade in order to help us. I vote that the three of us attend. [/color]
	[Color=Aquamarine] "Seconded." [/color]
		[Color=RoyalBlue] "Well I suppose it's settled then. I won't fight this vote, but don't expect me to be pleasant during the voyage."[/color]
	[color=Aquamarine] I would hesitate to call you pleasant at the palace, let alone at sea. I'll have the scribes draft the orders for the ships and the retinue from the Wya. Hastor, I trust you'll manage the correspondence with the Aegire, or whoever it is that the strait of Ikesh belongs to at the moment? [/color]
	[Color=MediumVioletRed] "Of course, I'll have it sent with whatever merchant sails that way next. I suppose that we'll be ready to leave within the week if we rush things a bit. The Ae will provide the coronation gift, a decent chest of gems and metals, and a cask of Skekarii wine, from each of us should be enough given that it's already been a tribute year. Perhaps something smaller of that sort to soften the Aegiri." [/color]
	Following their own exchange the gaze of the room focused on Mahd, silently urging him and his clan to contribute in their own way- an urge which would go unsatifisfied. 

	What followed was a lengthy day of heated debate dedicated to deciding the appropriate responses to the multitude of bureaucratic issues that would arrise from their absence and the drafting of the various edicts needed. At the close of the day's chamber meetings a modest procession of crown representatives made their ways from the palace and through the still-warm streets of the city towards the various clans, cities, and shipyards from which the voyage would be provided. As the week came to a close and the ships began arriving at harbor, and as the chests of goods came from the mountain clans and the jungle wineries, the Triarchs boarded their shared ship in unison and made the order to set sail to a land that only the most senior had ever been before.


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To the Sealords of The Aegire,

In an effort to pay the proper respects to our most noble king on the day of his coronation, My fellow triarchs and myself will be making our procession via sea. In order to expedite our voyage we request that your lordships, in your wisdom and in honor of our long history in trade, grant us the right of passage through the strait of Ikesh, so that we may be sheltered from the worst excesses of the Sea. Surely such consideration will see you blessed by the mistress of the sea, Senald. Out of respect for your most noble court, and as a courtesy, we ask that you accept and enjoy these precious gems from our mountains and the sweet taste of this wine, made from the native fruits of our shores. 

With regards and eager anticipation,
Her Radiance the Queen Hastor, the fourth of that name of the noble clan of Ae.
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