Thus the Scoia'tael were taken into the settlent, however, due to their notoriety, they were commanded to never refer to themselves as Scoia'tael. Iorveth was incredibly against this but when given the option to leave with his n, he relented and lowered his head. They were given so temporary accommodation among the Pyromancers and Prospects while the House Elves were told to keep an eye on them and to tell Reima or Solaire if they were doing anything hostile.
Due to the Elves integration into their forces Vernon Roche was incredibly angry, though for so reason he didn't leave with Ves. Instead electing to stay here for now instead of imdiately going back to their camp near Oxenfurt
The next day Lambert left for the south again with his group, determined to finish the expedition that day. While he was gone Reima was eting with Risryn, Talem, Quelaag, Quelana, Solaire, Priscilla, Geralt, and Ciri. They were all picked to support their respective factions, even if so are incredibly close, almost fused even. The reason for this was due to important discussions needing to be had.
They were in the war room inside Kaer Morhen and sat around a table, the topic currently being discussed was how there were actually going to construct the settlent, how it would be managed, who would do what and other miscellaneous things.
Geralt "Hmm, I don't understand why this is important, just make the streets large enough for two carts to pass and be done with it." he says with furrowed brows.
Reima "It's a good start but we need to make the streets large and uniform, it stops us having to demolish buildings if and when those living here get advanced enough.
Ciri "I know what you're getting at Reima but are you sure? It'll probably take hundreds of years before this land develops vehicles like that."
Quelaag "Why don't you enlighten us as to what you are referring to?" she questions Ciri.
Ciri scowls at the woman, "In the last world we travelled to, human's had developed fantastic technologies that allowed them to fly or travel miles in an instant. What Reima intends is to facilitate their use as soon as they're made by giving streets the proper paraters."
Reima "I don't think it will take that long, you don't know this Ciri but I had... Gain in my possession a huge assortnt of books detailing that worlds technology. Supposing that the people living here are smart and industrious I reckon that it won't be long before they catch up to the other world."
Talem "If what you say is true then it might the wishing choice, yes it would force us to spread housing out which might lead to other problems, but it would certainly encourage trade... That is, if we make ourselves known to the world."
Geralt "I don't think it would be a wise idea to do that any ti soon, with Nilfgaard at the Northern Kingdoms throats, the latter will get desperate and look for an advantage anywhere they can reach. While you may dispute it, this land is still technically Kaedwenian."
Reima "Right... What else needed to be discussed?" he asks while rubbing his forehead.
Solaire "There is... A dispute among the Prospects and Pyromancers my friend, I'm afraid it'll progress to blows if we leave or ignore it."
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Reima "What? I thought those guys were friendly with each other."
Solaire nods, "They are, however when talks about creating a settlent started both groups started to speak about their lost societies. While the minority of them wish to forget their pasts, most want to preserve sothing from their hos."
Quelaag nods, "Despite never having lived there, the Chaos Servants had admired and worshipped Izalith as it literally was a city of the gods to them. I and my sister's relationship to it only increased their fervor, they wish to bring it's ancient architecture back and use it while constructing the new settlent.
Talem "It is the sa with the Prospects, I find it strange that they would wish to recreate Raslan here, even as they were trapped within it for hundreds of years."
Reima "Don't both of those places basically look the sa? Stone, carving, and that's basically it." he shrugs.
Quelana "We're not really sure, none of us have seen the others cities after all."
Reima scratches his face, "Right... Why don't I just show you then?" he says, preparing to create a projection of his mories.
He shows the scene of him and Solaire walking above the sea of lava through the raised platform, hundreds of headless mutated dragons below them. The scene changes as it focuses on the city ahead, large stone towers that were intricately carved with many inscriptions from the Izalithian language. Though the magnificent scene was marred by the desolate, decaying city lting inwards due to the Chaos Bed's influence.
Everyone not from Dark Souls look on in awe at the scene, Ciri included. It looked like sothing you'd read from a fairy tale.
Talem "Is it entirely underground?" he asks after managing to regain his composure.
Quelaag nods, "Mother built it far away from everything else due to her fear that her experints would.. Well, lead to this... A city of Demons."
Solaire "It's an apt description, being cooked inside my own armour was possibly the most painful experience to date." he states, causing the others to give him a grim look.
Reima chuckles, "Yeah, it wasn't nice pulling the hot tal away from your lting skin either buddy."
Solaire nods, "Only true comrades would do such a thing my friend!"
Geralt gives Ciri a weary look, asking her with his eyes if she's as mad as everyone else in this room."
Ciri shrugs, never having heard of this story from Reima before.
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