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| The Festival of Trees | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 15 2013, 04:59 AM (204 Views) | |
| Post #1 Mar 15 2013, 04:59 AM | Aeritaria |
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Gilnburgh, Aeridamar: The Emperor-King's palace... Emperor-King Elerius III stared out his window at the star-filled sky. But he wasn't looking at the stars; he wasn't looking at anything. he was too lost in thought and doubt to care about the splendid display. Tomorrow, the Festival of Trees would begin, and for the first time, Non-Aerid would be invited to join the experience. He would be entertaining leaders of various nations in the palace. Humans, in the palace! Let alone in Aeridamar! The very idea seemed preposterous. The last time humans were in the nation, he was just a small boy, and had watched with fear at their violence; killing indiscriminately, destroying villages, reducing forest and plain to ash with their smoke-spewing machines. His father, Elerius II, had died in that affair. It had also taught the Aerid that they were wrong. Humans could not be trusted to govern themselves and the world, for they would surely lead the world into violence and death, taking what they thought was theirs and that they had no right to. That very incident forced the Aerid to give up their pacifistic ways and fight back. It had also given rise to the Cirilte, who's doctrines had been spread for centuries prior, to finally take full hold. Justified, surely they were. He could still hear the screams, see the terror and pain on those faces... A knock at the door woke him from his memories. A guard called from outside. "Your eminence, High Questioner Almarius to speak with you, if you so will it," "He may enter," Elerius responded. he heard the door open softly, then shut just as softly. A rustling sound told hime what he would see when he turned around. Almarius down on both knees, forehead inches above the floor, both hands clasped together in from of his face, the sides touching the floor and his face. "My Emperor-King, may you reign until we all fade. I, your humble servant wish to speak with your greatness. Will you receive me, my liege?" "I will, my ally." That one word spoke volumes. One was not named an ally unless a great deal of respect was shared between the two. "You may rise, and speak." Almarius rose, and bowed, as was customary. "My eminence, may you reign until we all fade, I must again express my concern toward your allowance of the Haranete to come during a time so precious to us." Haranete. Destroyers. A common name for the humans. "I recognize your concern, Almarius, but you need not worry. They will be sending representatives of their governments, not armies. Nor are they as coordinated, as it would appear, so a strike is unlikely, I believe. Many of them would rather prove our views of them true and kill one another. This will show them the True Way. Their representatives will have nothing but good things to tell their people when they return to their lands." He paused, reflecting inwardly. "This single act might change the course of mankind from death to peace." He turned. "Besides, it would be too late now. They are surely on their way. I have sent someone to meet them, and bring them here." "But sir..." "No more. I recognize your great losses of family and clan from them Almarius." He had lost nearly all of his family and friends, everything he owned, his home, and nearly his life. "But you must look at what is right. We cannot exterminate humans. With one focused enemy in us, they MAY unite. We cannot fight that war. Rather, it is our duty to guide them, and teach them." "How could you say such, after all they have done?" "I say what I believe the Ganateke, Altarion Melithin Tyrais, would say. We must work with them. For the benefit of the world. We were not made as a revision by the Ar-Aivar, but as a guide to correct their ways. That fateful time showed us how truly they need us." "I hope you are right," Almarius said. "For all of us..." Gunjav, Aeridamar: The landing strip... Talkion was tasked with one duty. To see that the humans arrived safely. He had a squad of Inquisitors to escort them to the palace in Gilnburgh, just under an hour's time away. And to discourage any...aggressiveness. As he looked out, he could see the first aircraft arriving... |
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| Post #2 Mar 15 2013, 08:05 AM | Falsea |
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"I must say, I was surprised when I heard that Falsea was establishing diplomatic relations with Aeridamar. I always thought Premier Stephens preferred all-human countries." A man in his 30s was sitting in the velvet seats of a private jet, reading a dossier printed by the Ministry of External Affairs regarding Aeridamar's culture and way of life. Beside him sat a woman of likely the same age, looking out the window, observing the strange new country as the aircraft made it's way towards the landing strip. "I heard it was an incident regarding a pony causing some sort of trouble to his wife which caused him to have a little bitter views, but that was a long time ago. And besides, Falsea has ambassadors to and from many non-humans nations, and we even share close relations with some of those nations, such as Dyste and the Teddy Bear Republic.", responded the woman, resting back on the seat. "Ah, I see..", came the slow reply from the man. "You seem to have some hesitations. Do you regret accepting the post as ambassador to Aeridamar, Mr. Dean?", asked the woman after a few seconds, noticing his tone. The voice of the pilot could be heard announcing their arrival, as the man looked up and responded with a casual "no". The aircraft landed smoothly and within minutes. As it slowed down and made to stop, the two Falsean delegates prepared their files and began walking to the exit. The two as slowly and discreetly as they could, though one could notice the evident curiosity they had of this new land as they shifted their eyes towards their new surroundings. Noticing someone who looked like an official government representative regardless of his peculiar appearance, the two approached him and the woman spoke with a friendly and genuine smile on her face. "Hello. Please allow us to introduce ourselves.", she said, locking eyes with the man. "I'am the Minister of External Affairs of the People's Republic of Falsea, Lara Hopkins. Beside me is Collin Dean, an ambassador of Falsea towards Aeridamar.", she introduced. The two Falseans shook hands with the representative as they awaited him to speak. |
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| Post #3 Mar 20 2013, 11:14 PM | Aeritaria |
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Talkion gave them a quick look over as he shook their hands. Didn't seem to be armed, but that wasn't his job to determine. He motioned to one of the Inquisitors. The man opened a door to the nearby car, which started up. "Welcome to Aeridamar," Talkion said. "The Emperor-King is waiting for everyone at the palace. It is about an hour away from here." He motioned to the vehicle, now idling. "Travel arrangements have been made to see you there. I hope you enjoy your stay." Edited by Aeritaria, Mar 21 2013, 12:28 AM.
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| Post #4 Mar 21 2013, 12:21 PM | Falsea |
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"Thank you very much, it is our pleasure to take part in your country's festivities", said Hopkins, before she followed one of the guards towards a nearby car. Ambassador Dean noticed the man's eyes seemingly scanning them, like they were terrorists or something. Raising an eyebrow, he proceeded towards the diplomatic vehicle, following the External Minister. The vehicle took off at once, to take them to the place where the festival of trees would take place. "Not much of a talker, aye? not a good trait for a diplomat.", quipped Dean with a slight scowl, as the image of the airport disappeared. "Oh hush, let them be. Perhaps it's their culture or something. Don't be so...open when we arrive at the palace, alright? we'll need to build a good reputation in front of the Emperor-King, so zip it.", responded Hopkins, who was reading an information file on the country. "Alright then..", said Dean, raising his hands and glancing out the window. "But I have to ask, what is Aeridamar's form of government?", he inquired after a few minutes or so, his face engrossed in a thought. "I'am certain Aeridamar is a monarchy, however I'am not sure if it's absolute, constitutional, or elective. Hopefully, it's either the latter two.", came the reply from Hopkins. Dean fell asleep as the journey continued. The ambassador had not slept for the past 6 hours, and dozed off as the vehicle traversed through the city towards the palace. An hour later... The vehicle finally arrived at the palace. A magnificent structure designed in evidently Aeridamarian architecture. Stepping out and admiring the palace's splendor, minister Hopkins led the delegation. Ambassador Dean shuffled from behind, his hair slightly disorganized, and followed Hopkins towards the gates as he tried to make himself look presentable with his comb. |
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| Post #5 May 3 2013, 07:18 PM | Valus |
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Altair's thought's kept going back to relations with various other nations, Emperor Valus had tasked him with the embassy to Aeridamar, he could not afford to let things go awry. The Gunship descended into the field, his biggest worry being that some other nation's ambassador would start something that he wouldn't be able to put out. Altair's long black hair waved about in the force of the wind draft as he got out. Altair caught his reflection in the glass as he exited, his square jaw and high cheekbones made him quite handsome, popular traits back in Erundur. An escort of Blue Crest guards followed him into the field, their riot control weapons at the ready. "Tell me," Altair said to his aide, "Who is Lord of this Land?" |
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