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"And how big is your Kingdom?"
ComradeShiba About 50 Solar Systems.
"That's enough. i guess. Yes, we can accept. But now to the other subject - what must we provide you with?"
ComradeShiba We need titanium. During the 1000-year war with the BLoodchurch, they worked our military to the bone marrow. What do you need?
"Our stock of titanium isn't high at the current moment, but we will need to provide you with such metal. As for what we need, is map information. We might be a small faction, but we really like to know more about places."
ComradeShiba The CR can provide you with some information, including the locations of almost a billion solar systems, but any other information would be over a century old.
(How old is your faction? Like, RP years.)
"I think we can agree on this trade deal, can't we?"
ComradeShiba (I'm not quite sure, let's say a year, but it's been accepted as existing, and legitimate. Wait, you mean irl years, or Lore years?)
(Lore, ofc...)
ComradeShiba (about 2000 years. There was a period in the beginning where they were fine, a long one, then they were attacked by the Bloodchurch, and only won 1000 years later. They have been fine since then.)
(And that (war) prohibted you from expanding?)
ComradeShiba (Yes, and the CR is still sweeping up the ashes.)
ComradeShiba As do I. He extends his hand.
...To summon a paper document which rises perfectly to fit with his hand.
ComradeShiba He reads the ENTIRE document. (Anything not agreed upon he asks about.)
(Sorry i did not respond.)
The document only says about the trade agreement, which has two empty slots ( _________ for __________ ) which must be filled. Also below that it says about giving map information to eachother.
ComradeShiba Ambassador puts the sheet down and pulls out a knife, cutting his finger and writing his signature in blood. The sheet turns a very light shade of red and any sensor would detect soul magic at work. You can sign regularly, I only sign in blood as a tradition.
The man is quite freaked out at the start, but calms down... After the "stranger" gives him the paper, he signs it normally...
(How deep is the damn cut?)
ComradeShiba (It goes an inch down the middle of his finger.) He uses purple magic to repair it. The energy dances around the cut, and after a flash of purple light, the cut is gone.
"Thank you for negotiations."