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"we understand, and we are members of the Imperium of Man, my lord." Ibram says as they all bow before the respected GameMaster. "as the message said, our Commander, Warmaster Macaroth, has asked me to negotiate a trade route between us. Though we are a coast, most of our supplies for the military move via air convoys, which have recently been subject to raids and destruction by unknown forces during transit through the Serenity Mountains." He says, knowing full well what he's getting into "I believe your better off speaking to the Warmaster himself if you want to talk politics." he says, setting up a small hologram projector on the ground. "Warmaster, this is Ibram. Your presence is requested." The hologram flickers to life, and the Warmaster appears. "Greetings Gamemaster Anter, I am Warmaster Macaroth, Commander of the second largest clan in V Game: The Imperium of Mankind. As Colonel Ibram said, we wish to create a trade route between our two great cities so we may have enough supplies to continue our military and civil engineering projects." He looks straight into Anten's eyes, his own hazel ones seeming to pierce Anten's soul. "If you agree to this, I shall provide escort for your transports, and we will give you a 5% tax rate and access to our Admantium mines, the only ones present on the world at this moment, even in the Desolate Wasteland. Admantium is 10 times harder than any style of steel, and twice as tough as your current building material. Normally we do not share it with anyone outside of the Vandean Coast, but I will make an exception."

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