Bryghtwood {Medieval Fantasy} OPEN!!!!!

Roman looked towards where he thought the sound was coming from. Hakan clutched his satchel harder, having brought the rare tropical fruits that were only found in one area of his kingdom. “What did it say?” Roman asked Alma softly, “and what did you say back to it. I know your not stupid enough to have threatened them, but I just want to make sure...”

Roman looked to the crowd, his fist clenching a little with the tension. The woman kept her laser focus on the created, ready if it decided to lash out at anyone.

“The spirit guides have declared war. We must prepare accordingly.” Roman explained.

“And we aren’t just people.” The woman said, “we are a large mix of all different kinds of creatures.” She new this creature didn’t care, it was more just a clarification in general.

The woman scrunched her nose, looking to Alma, “you act as if we are just as distrusting as you. You think that we are happy with you right now?” The man sighed, “Krisharya, enough.”

Krisharya’s eyes went very small as she bared her sharp fangs, a low animal like growl coming from her as she began to stand, reaching for her sword. She definitely had the mother’s instinct that a mother bear would have. You could guess that a good portion of her DNA was from one of the bears. Her husband quickly pulled her back down though, speaking to her in their own foreign language. The husband had agreed to the meeting but Krisharya had not.

The husband finally spoke up again saying, “yes, please let’s just return to business.” He then looked to the other creature, “we have also been instructed to gift your people with our rare fruits as a sort of peace offering.”

The man nodded to Hakan. Hakan open the satchel and reached inside, taking out a large bag of these very bright orange and yellow streaked fruits. They were a few inches bigger than an apple would be. “They’re called txon’ong mautarai. Which literally means ‘sunset’ or ‘dusk’ ‘fruit’. And that is because...” Hakan took out a small knife to cut one in half, revealing a juicy inside that was a very dark, vibrant bluish purple. “The outside is like the sun and the inside is like the night. Like a sunset. Some others can vary between a red color and a very dark blue color so don’t think those are rotten or not ripe yet or anything.” He offered one side of the cut fruit to the creature to try and the other to Alma and Roman. “They’re very sweet, but have a little bit of a sour taste to them. The red ones taste like candy though.” He took a breath, “they only grow on the southern side of our territory naturally, but we have plenty in the summer and spring seasons.”

The king, named Moksha nodded a little, “if you like them we’d be happy to continue giving you a supply of them. We could even maybe make a trade of sorts. But only in the summer and spring seasons. In the winter and fall seasons our territory is always struck hard with weather conditions, so we don’t have many natural resources then. Even with our technology we can only do and make so much for all of our people to be satisfied. We need everything we can get them.”

Roman nodded before looking to Hakan saying, “you certainly know a lot about this fruit.” He said with a smile, “I’m almost impressed.”

Hakan blushed out of slight embarrassment as he shrugged, “I just like agriculture. I also did my research. Wanted to make my case compelling.”

(That's worldbuilding for you xD)


The painted one took the piece of fruit, sniffed it. One of the others spoke, with a slightly annoyed tone, but one look from the lead individual shut them up instantly. Alma asked "What did he say...?" The masked individual just looked at the fruit some more before saying "That he," pointing to Hakan "Sounds like silly Tse-Tse. They do not appreciate our botanist." Alma raised a brow before saying to the groups "Well, I'm sure we can still arrange a trade of some sort." There was another pause before the painted one said "We would need to discuss with the chieftain. Times will grow hard. Everyone must work together."

Alma looked a little hesitant as the king proposed trade with the other group. The painted one just studied him before speaking. "That is beyond my permission to speak, because you are not my people. You must speak with the Mchawi first, and if they accept you, they present you to the dogs. The dogs then pass judgement upon any Nje. Outsiders. Perhaps they will be more lenient with the coming times. The last ones who passed judgement was over three hundred years ago." Too many were interested in stealing secrets and resources rather than honest trade like Moksha suggested.

Alma glanced at Roman to see what he would want to do. She admittedly was wary about the other group conversing with such unpredictable people, but the masked individuals weren't monsters. Just... very secretive and aggressive. Moksha and Krisharya's offer was appreciated though, since Bryghtwood needed other strong allies. "We are open to discussing trade. It would be good to build an alliance based on something other than a common enemy." After Alma finished, the painted individual then said "I will relay nothing to the Mchawi. You speak to them yourself. It is better for you that way. We can take you to them now, so you can get it over with before going home, or you can come back another time."

Alma nodded once. "We can find the time to discuss exactly what you believe your kingdom needs the most. We want to be able to repay you adequately for the service you're offering. Perhaps we can even arrange a few ambassadors to stay with you and help out if needed." She then looked when it was mentioned Hakan would be sent home. The painted one shook their head before saying "No. The Mchawi will see him too. He has caused trouble for our blood, after all." Meaning Alma. "If his heart is true, there should be no problem for your rat."

Alma looked curious more than anything, though the horses did get spooked. The other group just stared, not expression emotion even through their eyes. They simply turned to leave their own way, assuming the groups would either follow or go home. Alma glanced at Roman again with a wary expression before looking toward the others. "Will you be going?"

Alma nodded a little. Once everyone was following, she noticed they weren't heading toward the border though. Or at least not toward the mountain area. Not that they needed to though. The Mchawi usually resided elsewhere. After a short while of traveling, they came across a large cave opening that descended underground. And sitting on either side of the open were two huge statues. Like, really big. Two dogs, staring blankly ahead. The armored individuals simply turned to the groups before the painted one said "On foot beyond thos point. No mounts." Even though the cave was obviously big enough for them to fit.