The Valkorian ship sped across the waves, spraying splashing from the bows and curling back in great sheets onto the forecastle. But gradually moving from the more turbulent waters off Valkoria, and into the more placid seas near Kaveh, the ship returned to an even keel, and arrived safe and sound with its message.
Carrying the scroll, marked with the Imperial Seal of a blood-red eagle, the 2 messengers left their ship after it docked, and traveled to the palace, walking in awe through the foreign lights and sounds of the strange city. Their eyes drank in the sight, only to blink and blur when confronted by yet another incandescent and blinding light from some computer monitor or screen. It was surreal, a flawed dream world, and the two men became all but lost before they asked for directions.
Eventually, however, they did find the palace, and left their message for ‘Lord Yatavo’.
When first we met I did not have need of your services. Yet things have changed, as the world does. Come to Valkoria, that we might discuss matters. The ship that bore you this message will bear you hence. Bring the heads of your companies, for this concerns them as well.