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| The League of Crowns Summit: Day I | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 29 2014, 07:47 AM (2,181 Views) | |
| Anglea | Jul 29 2014, 07:47 AM Post #1 |
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THE FEDERATED KINGDOM OF ANGLEA AND CAMBRIA | KING JOSEPH J. POWELL | POPULATION: 69M | CAPITAL: THE CITY OF CASTRATENE
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| Mastropa | Jul 29 2014, 07:52 PM Post #2 |
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Zinovios Mesolongias, Epistatis
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Anax Kerameikos raised his eyebrows at Basileus Kypseli, setting the newly-received message from Austiana down on his desk. “Are they going to try again?” he asked. “It appears that way, sir,” Kypseli said. “Victorium has become nervous in the last few days. It appears that the UN meeting has not borne fruit as we had hoped it would. In the aftermath of the sudden tensions between Rusnya and Valkany, Victorium’s monarchs have apparently come to fear a democratic plot to overthrow them.” “And to bolster their own position, they hope to draw in allies from farther afield?” Kerameikos muttered to himself as he glanced at the map hanging on his wall. “Kifisia,” he said, turning to the basileus of International Political Outreach, “the political winds seem unpredictable as of late. Where does Achaian Peloponnese stand in relation to the nations listed on this invitation? Where do we stand in relation to this so-called ‘threat’ of democracy, for that matter?” Basileus Kifisia shrugged her shoulders. “To be honest, sir, if democracy poses a threat to Achaian Peloponnese, it is a very subtle one. So far, the foremost democracies have had no interest in us. Indeed, Ambassador Delos reported that he had opened up favorable discussions with Rusnya’s foreign affairs secretary. And although Rusnya seems to have been at the center of Valkany’s recent change in government, its actions were focused on Valkany alone. Nothing has suggested that Achaian Peloponnese shares any particular qualities with Valkany to which Rusnya takes particular offense.” “And what of Legantus?” asked Minister Pagkrati. “We have been warned away from them in the past due to their views on democratic expansion. Is there any truth to them?” Kypseli answered that question. “We understand that Rusnya and Legantus have entered into a strong partnership, which has coincided with Valkany’s domestic troubles. Because Rusnya was the primary actor in this case, we cannot be sure if the actions relating to Valkany reflect Legantian objectives. Certainly Legantus will be pleased that Valkany has acquired a democratic government, but we do not know if they will attempt to impose democracy on other nations now that, as far as we know, Rusnya’s aims have been met.” “Does Medai fit into this picture?” Kerameikos asked suddenly, his eyes focused on the beleaguered republic south of Gilead. “It is a republic currently being threatened by an empire—an empire that has also been invited to this gathering in Castratene,” the anax added. “Did Medai have a role to play in the fall of the Valkanian emperor? And does this invitation relate to the tensions between Medai and Dawinia?” Kifisia shook her head. “It is very unlikely, sir,” she said. “Medai has no quarrel with Valkany as far as I know, and it would have been most unwise for Medai to irritate Gilead by causing trouble for a firm Gileadan supporter when Gilead’s influence is the most useful shield between Medai and a war with Dawinia. Medai has no real relationship with Legantus to speak of, and while it is rumored”—here Kifisia glanced at Kypseli—“that Medai’s military had a small part to play in the democratic revolution in Rusnya that brought President Amsel to power, Rusnya does not appear to consider the matter important enough to retain strong ties with Medai even now. While one can argue that Medai’s interference in the Rusnyan civil war indicates a desire to spread democracy, one could also argue that Medai’s continued friendship with Achaian Peloponnese indicates ambivalence toward that agenda. As it stands, the relationship between Medai and Rusnya, as well as Medai and Legantus, seems too weak to suggest that Medai had any hand in this matter with Valkany.” Kerameikos nodded, still considering the map. Finally he turned back to Kifisia. “We have an ambassador in Austiana at the moment, correct?” “Yes, sir,” the basileus answered. “Austiana’s previous attempt to organize an international alliance collapsed before it could begin. We could only assume that the war took too much of Gustav Klink’s attention before he was assassinated, and there was no need for it as the war seemed to stall. We never recalled Ambassador Lefkada from Castratene, however.” “Nor did we recall the ‘security detail’ that we sent along with her,” Kerameikos added as he recalled Austiana’s previous international diplomatic foray. The anax thought for a moment more before he said, “In that case, we have no reason to avoid this meeting. Even if we do nothing more than observe, we should at least be willing to hear King Bernhard out. And since the democracy ‘threat’ seems to be centered around nations aligned with Gilead…” Kerameikos frowned. “King Gregorius gave his assurances, of course, and that will be enough for us to continue to discuss matters in a diplomatic fashion, but that does not mean that I trust him any more than otherwise. I will be interested to know if this ‘league’”—and how it galled the anax to speak that word, the name that he had once used to speak of his dreamt-of neutral alliance that came nearly to nothing—“has its eyes set only on the democracies themselves, or if they are willing to widen their defensive stance to include those nations that are likely to align themselves with the democracies on other issues… such as, perhaps, international espionage.” Kerameikos pulled a sheet of stationery from the stack on his desk and reached for a pen. “Kypseli, be sure to tell me if you discover who else is making their way to Castratene for this event,” he said absently as he wrote out his reply to the Austianese invitation. “I would be interested to know just what kind of individual negotiations we can handle leading up to this meeting.” ![]()
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| Colcintra | Jul 31 2014, 08:22 PM Post #3 |
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Aeropuerto Internacional Rey Dante - Hamunaptra Hamunaptra, Dawinia The VIP terminal of Hamunaptra’s major international airport sits quietly on the far side of the airport. Unlike its counterparts, this special terminal has only for gates, each equipped with an airbridge and ‘high-tiered’ facilities to cater to its clientele. Sitting at Café Virrey, Dawinia’s most popular coffeehouse and historical offshoot of the colonial exporting company, Angelina Nieves, the Minister of The Crown and her aide, Juana enjoy a cup of coffee, while watching the news on the television; something about Valkany was on. “Would you believe what’s happening up there,” questioned Juana. “It strikes me as odd that the empire fell into ‘controlled chaos’ in such a short time. I-“ “Disculpe, Excelencia,” said a woman who approached the Minister. She was an employee of the airport, wearing a fitted black dress, a red scarf and a pin with the symbol of the airport’s V.I.P. terminal. Her ID hung from her neck on a lanyard and her hair was in a neat bun. “The aircraft is ready for your departure to Islas Divino. Right this way.” The two women sitting down gather their things and start to make their way to one of the gates. Angelina was pleasantly surprised that the aircraft was one of the new 787’s that were modified for the Crown and its Government. All she could do was smile. As the plane taxis to the runway, after they had made it onto the plane, Juana hands her a tablet. “This was addressed to the Emperor; it came for him not to long ago.” Angelina takes the tablet and reads the letter’s details but not the content, as it’s restricted to only the Emperor’s access; she immediately messages the Emperor: ‘Urgent letter from Austiana; immediate response needed..’ The plane enters into its take-off roll, blurring the sights outside the window. Angelina awaits a response, waiting for cruising altitude. No more than 15 minutes may have passed before she received a response. ‘Angelina, thank you for bringing this to my attention; I’ve responded. Please message the Crown Prince for me. He’s to be in the capital immediately.’ No time was wasted to comply with Emperor Antonio's command; Angelina immediately messaged Crown Prince Fernando.
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| Lyskal | Aug 6 2014, 06:46 AM Post #4 |
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Izalith had been rather forward, merely putting through a call to confirm that they would be sending a representative with a small entourage of 2. Due to the Queen and Fair Lady both agreeing that the seething corruption beginning to spread across the world was a dire threat to purity and Human advancement, a military representative was found fitting. Thus High General Telvan found herself on a plane out of the country, soon enough her marauder* found it's way to the designated meeting place. The Izalithian delegation sorted out it's accommodation for the meeting as it would span several days. Soon enough Telvan found herself waiting for everyone else to arrive so she could be directed accordingly. * http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marauder_%28vehicle%29#mediaviewer/File:Parad_878.jpg (Lazy post, we need to get this meeting going, we're late.) |
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| Savasan | Aug 6 2014, 07:47 AM Post #5 |
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Jacob's Main Guy
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Louis stared over the city of Castratene, looking over the city's old core while in one of his cousin's (The king's) small jet, heading towards the city's international airport. As he came over the vast tarmac of the international airport, he was reminded of the time when he and Charles gave refuge to the young Emperor of Dawinia. On that bleak morning, they harbored the last vestiges of monarchy in their limousine, although Louis didn't remember much of it, as he was trying to work off the effects of the hangover that Charles desperately tried to cover up. Those were tense times. A rising desperation in the Court made the situation very tense. Plans were drawn up to invade Dawinia in order to depose the apostate tyrant, Charles of Dawinia. The conscription laws, drawn up in the 1820's, were honestly considered for the first time. Slowly the armed forces will called. Mercenary forces were assembled in the distant, cold forests and plains of Outer Narbonne, and began running exercises for the impeding invasion. That was a few months ago. Now in the pride of the spring and summer sun, the juvenescent year, the monarchies came roaring back, like Christ the tiger. A fond memory, of Antonio leaving Narbonne (perhaps not for the only time) gave Louis a strong affirmation of the endurant Monarchy. Antonio, and his counterpart in Austiana, Benhard, were the Christ-tigers, the renewing spring rain, and the radiant summer sun - devouring, drowning and burning the evil order of the past, and presenting us a new, reformed world, cast in the image of monarchy. But the world never remains in one place for too long, for as soon as the calm is seen, fate gives us more worries. The collapse of Valkany's monarchy after a series of revolts reminded the Court of the bleak winter months before. Some members of the government blamed collapse of Valkany for cavorting with the democracies of the world, Legantus and Rusnya, and the decadent Kingdom of Gilead. Others pointed to the Parliament. Whatever the reason, the fact remained that Valkany was no more. All of this hung in Louis's head -an ardent supporter of his cousin's Charles reign- and naturally a close confidant to Charles. This meeting was of the utmost importance. As the plane landed on the ground, Louis quit chewing his gum, and wiggled his jaw around in order to soothe his still adjusting ears. His pages did likewise - they were college aged students mostly majoring in international law, political science, and other related disciplines. In the senior year of their undergraduate studies (or in their first year of graduate), they would be assigned a person in government, and become their personal assistant, and mentor in their field. Only 100 or so students were selected from the pool of students in the selected disciplines, at no cost. Louis himself held degrees in Law and Philosophy. As they walked off the airplane unto the tarmac, the limousine of the Auvernian Embassy awaited them. Louis, as nonchalant as they come, acknowledged the welcome party with a handshake. The pages, eager to see the interior of this luxurious limousine, and to see the equally luxurious Auvernian Embassy, walked behind Louis like ducklings. Three Royal guards joined them on motorcycle (they had arrived two hours before) and escorted them to the the Embassy. Louis sat down and looked around briefly the limousine's cabin, and his eyes caught sight of Edouard Archambault, the ambassador to Austiana, also his former mentor. He lunged forward, and hugged the elderly man. [OOC: For all intents and purposes, this post is done. I'll add more tomorrow, but it's mostly fluff.] Edited by Savasan, Aug 8 2014, 07:53 PM.
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| Anglea | Aug 6 2014, 10:34 PM Post #6 |
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Palast der Stärke, Castratene Bernhard, still suffering from jet lag suffered from the flight back from Legantium, rubbed his right eye with his knuckle, feeling fatigued. He stopped himself at the sight of his wife, he descended the stairs in her new red silk dress which Bernhard had personally selected for Lucille's birthday. He did not disclose the rather distressing fact that the dress was a size 11 XXL to Lucille, suddenly reminding him of the dietary program he was to organise this weekend for her. "Where are they?" Lucille screeched, stampeding down the stairs, "I was told they were going to be here at 5pm! Look Bernhard, it's nearly 5:20! I had to postpone watching the "Liebe des Lebens" (Love of our Lives) season finale for this, dammit!" Bernhard sighed. He loathed Lady Lucille and the obnoxious attitude she had developed since gaining such a title. The constant bickering within their marriage had never subsided, despite Bernhard's attempts to constantly appease the fair Lady. That's why he was so glad to leave Castratene for diplomatic meetings, and would so quickly send Lucille to far distant lands to represent Austiana. He was only ever at peace when Lucille was at least five hundred miles away. A moment later, the procession of foreign diplomats arrived. Bernhard smiled wryly, extending his arms towards the arriving men and women. He greeted each one individually, and then upon the Itusian delegation arriving and being greeted, the doors were shut. "Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to the Palast der Stärke!" Bernhard announced, standing on a small stage, "While the conference room is in the final stages of preparation, I invite all delegates to mingle with each other and enjoy the light delicacies that are being served for the next half an hour." Bernhard stepped off of the stage and then walked with Lucille over to the Dawinian delegation. "Oh, you must be Emperor Antonio, and you must be the Crown Prince!" Lucille smiled, shouting rather informally. She clumsily lent forward for a peck from both men, while Bernhard firmly shook both their hands, looking uncomfortably at Lucille and her rather wretched behaviour. |
THE FEDERATED KINGDOM OF ANGLEA AND CAMBRIA | KING JOSEPH J. POWELL | POPULATION: 69M | CAPITAL: THE CITY OF CASTRATENE
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Aug 6 2014, 11:04 PM Post #7 |
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Dicktator Dimi
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OFFICE OF THE CROWN PRINCE OF VALKANY To the attention of his Most Royal Highness, the King of Austiana. CONFIDENTIAL Your Majesty, I, Crown Prince Andrew XVII Valkanicus of Valkany, the only member of the once ruiling Royal Family of Valkany to still push the holy cause of a continued Valkanian Monarchy, would like to ask you to if possible allow me to attend this summit so as togather support for my claim to the Throne of Saint Demetrium and the Crown of Valkany. I would like to ensure that my people do not suffer a feeble Republic but instead receive the proper care they deserve under a Monarch. You yourself are proof of the great effects of Monarchic rule for a nation. I eagerly await your response. Most Sincerely Yours, Andrew XVII Valkanicus-Zessicus - Rightful Heir to the Throne of the Valkanian Kingdom, currently contested by the treasonous republican usurpers and pretenders. |
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Aug 6 2014, 11:54 PM Post #8 |
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Dicktator Dimi
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The Valkanian Crown Prince flew in from Valkany with his private plane. Despite losing its titles the Valkanicus family had retained a couple of large Mansions, the Small Summer Palace and the massive Valkanicus Group of Companies, which competed in sectors like Oil, Mining, Diamonds and more. His share of the company gave him more than enough money to live a considerably rich life, fund the currently minor Royalist Party of Valkany and push his claim. He also used his money and influence to buy and found even more companies, substantially enlargening his wealth. He entered the Hall with the other delegates, with three loyal advisors from both his Companies and his time at the Imperial Palace as well as his Wife. He bowed before the King of Austiana saying "Your Majesty." before extendign his hand for a handshake. |
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| Santa Colona | Aug 7 2014, 12:48 AM Post #9 |
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Markos had decided to come to the meeting himself. He stepped off of the plane, a large fist and thunderbolts emblazoned on the side of the fuselage and the letters "AFK" boldly written underneath the insignia. His grey eyes scanned the airport. It was not much to behold compared to the massive state airport in Zhukograd, but it was much more crowded. He walked through the crowd towards the exit, his polished shoes clacking on the tile floor of the airport. As he neared the exit arch, he saw his armored car humming in the pick-up lane and his household guard standing at attention outside of the vehicle. "Good morning, sir. How was your flight?" Markos blew air out of his nose in annoyance. "Your job is security detail, not hospitality service," he snapped at the guard, his icy voice cutting through the warmth of the greeting. The guard merely nodded, and opened the door for Markos. The red-and-white clad guards were a sight to behold to the normal hustle and bustle of the airport. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Markos approached the welcome table, scoffing at the exquisite drapery and overly-pretentious preparedness of the conference. "Konigmark," he barked at the usher. He has left his guards outside and he was anxious to be seated. "You don't seem to have RSVP'd, sir," the usher said after a brief glance at his list. "Too late. I'm here," Markos said, his impatience beginning to boil. "Sir, I cannot allow you into the conference without-" "Markos! My friend!" King Bernard's friendly voice echoed across the marble hallway, his hand raised in greeting. Markos turned to the king, his face becoming less stony, yet far from friendly. "King Bernard. How pleasant." They shook hands deftly, and both turned to the usher. "Let my friend into the conference, please. This is his first time visiting Austiania." "Of course, m'lord," the usher mumbled as he quickly scribbled on his guest list. "Looks like you're cleared, sir," the usher mumbled again, opening the large oak doors to the conference hall. Markos scoffed and stormed inside. He hated this place already. |
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| Mastropa | Aug 7 2014, 01:28 AM Post #10 |
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Zinovios Mesolongias, Epistatis
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Ambassador Lefkada considered her surroundings carefully as she wandered the room. Present at this gathering were diplomats from various nations considered ‘nonparticipants’ in world affairs, if not outright ‘enemies of the world,’ at least by the influential nations outside of Victorium: Austiana and Dawinia, the instigators of the previous war; Izalith, the new world pariah thanks to Gilead’s representative at the Union of Nations meeting; Konigmark, a newcomer to the world stage whose few public statements thus far had already placed that nation in camps as far away from nations like Legantus as one could imagine; Auvernia, the traditional—and traditionally-silent—kingdom of the north whose current ruler was gaining a reputation for taking in fleeing royals; Itius, whose land and people were mainly a mystery to most of the world; and of course Achaian Peloponnese, whose initial diplomatic blunders had been followed only by international inaction as the anax reconsidered his priorities and refused to entangle himself in any far-reaching, long-term plans. ‘Perhaps,’ Lefkada thought to herself, ‘that will change today.’ While Anax Kerameikos’s letter to King Bernhard (of which she had been privy to a copy) had been politely distant, and had even suggested that King Bernhard had been seeing threats where none existed, it had nonetheless made it clear that Achaian Peloponnese had its own reasons for putting its support behind another mutual defense gathering. Furthermore, Lefkada had received encoded messages from the Megaron instructing her to use her best judgment in the upcoming negotiations; rather than insisting on a set policy, Anax Kerameikos indicated that he would not be averse to a more formal agreement with reliable partners, as long as the content of the upcoming meeting aligned with Achaian interests. All that said, the importance of this meeting was such that Kerameikos had insisted on reviewing any such agreement himself before it was considered valid. Even more than the Union of Nations, which had already been written off as a wasted opportunity by the Office of International Political Outreach, it was clear that this League of Crowns would have some sort of international repercussions—whether positive or negative, though, it remained to be seen. Lefkada’s attention fell most seriously on Auvernia’s representative. Duke Louis, Prince of Auvernia, according to the Office of International Political Outreach’s list of international notables, was a cousin to King Charles and a trusted advisor. Auvernia, previously so silent in international matters, had recently begun to make bold statements to the international community, in the form of its welcome of two exiled princes into King Charles’s court: Antonio, now Emperor of Dawinia, and Andrew, the Crown Prince of Valkany. Even as Auvernia spurned the Union of Nations meeting so recently held, the presence of an elector of the Kingdom of Auvernia in Castratene made it clear that Auvernia had a true international agenda that was fully in favor of traditional, aristocratic governance. The kingdom’s new reputation as a refuge of last resort was not to be scoffed at, either, if there did indeed turn out to be a democratic threat lurking under the nose of Noverra’s established autocrats. Her mind made up, Lefkada waved one of her security detail to walk with her before making her way to Duke Louis. “Your Excellency,” the ambassador began, “I hope I am not troubling you. I am Lefkada, representing Anax Kerameikos of Achaian Peloponnese. Might I have a moment of your time?” |
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| Lyskal | Aug 7 2014, 02:04 AM Post #11 |
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High General Telvan didn't spend too much time on prioritizing her greetings. Within seconds she was butting into the various royals greeting each other. Andrew of Valkany's arm was soon found awkwardly rubbing against the side of a human shaped tower of combat gear and black and red cloth. High General Telvan removed her helmet and nodded toward the Dawinians and Austianese before turning to the person that had caught her attention in the first place. Telvan's face was already screwed into a rather warped mix of a smirk and a look of genuine curiosity. Her Izalithian accent was rather thick, as her voice came rather condescendingly. "Are you sure you're at the correct summit princeling?" The head of one of Noverra's largest land born armies continued to glare. "Wouldn't Gilead have been a better choice to help your sick little crown out of the hands of parasites?" Telvan knew the nobility in their direct vicinity would most likely lean towards sympathy for Valkany in this particular exchange, so she cut her criticism short. "You failed to perform your duty and now in exchange you're nothing more than a business man seeking pity in an attempt to acquire more assets. How loathsome. My questions were rhetorical." The other two Izalithians were adviser Miorill in her clean, unarmored black uniform and a armored soldier with white and grey cloth on his, his helmet was also particularly uniquely constructed. He was a covenant honor guard. The thinner and darker adorned Izalithian trailed after the High General as she walked off, the brighter adorned Izalithian made a pretty visible effort to resist the urge to slam his shoulder into the prince. The honor guard spoke rather loudly through his respirator and helmet as the Izalithian procession segregated itself off to the side. Although he was speaking in Izalithian. "The Fair Lady's confidence in this mission was based on the purity of the attendees. A failure such as Valkany is unacceptable!" The High General's gauntlet lashed out instantly and grabbed the honor guard by the raised neck guard on his kevlar, startling him. Her face was sharp and her stare gave him a shiver up his spine. "I am well aware of what we seek to accomplish here. If you feel the need to speak down to me again you'll also feel the need to pull your respirator out of your throat." She released the man who instantly snapped into a fist to hear salute. "Yes High General!" if anything the rough treatment had seemed to have had a positive and inspiring effect on him. Something was clearly unnatural about the behavior. High General Telvan made her way to the food and eyed it over. Everyone appeared preoccupied so she figured she'd just wait. After all she already roughing up of the Izalithian image, however it was irrelevant. Failure is not an option. Monarchs lead, to fail is to admit you are not a monarch. No remorse, no pity and no exceptions. Izalith had clawed it's way free of foreign influence once and would destroy everything it controlled in a fit of rage before relenting once more. This was the attitude Telvan wished and was ordered to instill by her God. Valkany was not a feasible addition to the new world order in her eyes or the eyes of divinity. |
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| Savasan | Aug 7 2014, 02:19 AM Post #12 |
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Jacob's Main Guy
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Louis stared out at the crowd as he and his delegation witnessed the opening of the summit. "I'm not sure what's worse, Bernhard's appearance or his wife...", thought Louis when he saw the Royal duo welcoming his cousins, the Emperor of Dawinia and the Crown Prince. The bitchy voice of Lucille made Louis cringe, "Christ, if she comes near me, may I be killed!", thought Louis of the wife of the magnanimous Bernhard. His pages stood near him, as they tried to play games, trying to identify the world leaders and what not. The pages couldn't however identify Lefkada, who approached the delegation. As she asked Louis for a "moment of his time", Louis could only agree. "Certainly, Your Excellency. What would you like to know?" Edited by Savasan, Aug 7 2014, 03:20 AM.
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Aug 7 2014, 02:46 AM Post #13 |
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"Perhaps that is so indeed." he said to the Izalithian who he barely even considered talking to, just like her nation. "Yet one day I shall sit in Saint Demetrium, at the Imperial Throne Room, and laugh at your Parriah state, while eating Chaviar. Oh I forgot your nation's population is starving yes? How is it to live in a volcanic wasteland? Perhaps one day you might want to visit Valkany to see what a real country looks like. And at least contain your soldiers if you are trying to put on a show for the rest of us. By the way is he supposed to be intimidating? He looks more like a clown. I am really a businessman but one more wealthy than your entire nation. And one whoose Private Army is more than capable of wiping the floor with your outdated excuse of an army. Laugh at me now, but remember I still have people in Valkany who are much more powerful than you will ever be. And I will become a man heading a nation that is a Union of Nations Security Council memebr soon enough. Now please exucse me, I have to talk to Emperor Antonio. Who by the way had a similar phase in his life once. I don't think you could call him a failure, could you?" he said before walking away, not caring about what the Izalithian had to say; He was surrounded by six Ceremonial Honour Guards, in combat uniforms. Black helmets, weapons and gear as well as A-TACS Urban Camouflage, which featured dark blue in the sade of Valkany's flag, and costum made uniforms with "Royal Guard" badges on them and golden markings, everything of the latest tech. All kindly provided by his powerful friends at the Valkanian Arms Industry Group Inc, one of the world's largest producers of weaponry and military technology. He walked up to the Dawinian Emperor, bowing sligthly and saying "Your Imperial Majesty. Might I join you?" ![]() The Guards of the Valkanian Crown Prince. |
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| Colcintra | Aug 7 2014, 03:24 AM Post #14 |
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“Pardon me, Your Imperial Majesty,” says one of the two flight attendants onboard, deeply curtsying, “I am just informing you the flying time to Castratene is approximately three hours. May I start you off with something?” Emperor Antonio had just departed from Puerto Caimán, Caltrata (Gatorport, Chanarya), personally analyzing the efforts the Crown has bestowed upon the territory. Caltrata, what was once roadless, now has man roads in its main cities, with future plans for expansion all around the nation. The Crown had also built, from its own expenses, a vast government building in the de facto capital, where it may house its future employees of the state in a suitable condition. “Just a glass of orange juice, please,” responded Antonio. “As you wish.” She smiled and curtseyed again, running off to fetch the Emperor’s order. Just as she leaves, Antonio rummages for his cell phone, and inputs a number. ‘Calling...Fernando.’ “Tó, hey. I was just about to call you,” said Crown Prince Fernando. “Heh, you could stop reading my mind, you know.” They both laugh. “Anyway, I just left Caltrata and should be getting into Castratene in three hours. I do expect you to be on-time.” “Of course, of course. I’m about to head to the airport now. It’s only an hour or something to fly from Hamunaptra to Castratene. How was Caltrata?” “Exceeded my expectations. They are truly wonderful and humble people. Our projects are either ahead of schedule or have completely finished. And--” Antonio holds the phone as the flight attendant places a glass of orange juice on the table. “Thank you.” “And yeah, it was great.” “Excellent. Well, here’s to a good meeting later today *gulp* ahh. Have a good rest of the flight; see you soon.” “You too.” *click* The line goes dead; Antonio places his phone next to his glass and reaches for the controls to change the channel, stopping at ANI, Dawinia’s top news agency, and sits back. 3.5 hours later “I don’t have to tell you to be on your best behaviour, right,” said Antonio to Fernando, as they made their way into the Palast der Stärke. “Pah, nonsense. You may be Emperor, but I’m still your older brother,” responded Fernando, playfully punching Antonio. “Shh shh, here comes Bernhard and his wife.” “How lovely it is to finally meet your Majesty,” said Antonio, greeting the Austianese Queen. “Yes, your beauty is even more appealing in person than your pictures; they do you no justice," responds Fernando, keeping his composure. “King Bernhard, a lovely palace you have here.” |
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| Lyskal | Aug 7 2014, 03:27 AM Post #15 |
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"You're bragging about depravity, pride and..." looking at the guards and back to him "Poorly thought out displays of force... to the Izalithian representative." She paused and walked slowly up to him. Taking his hands in hers and shaking them a little. "Is this supposed to impress me? Impress the face of a nation livid with hatred for things like that? Or did you want to fit in? Are you confused? It's not my fault your nation fell apart at the seems and that mummy and daddy's property saved you." Telvan could tell by the continuing grin on the Valkanian's face that he was waiting to say something witty, so she took the opportunity to continue before some weak kneed capitalist pig shot her. "You are an enemy to everything my nation holds dear. You're the little sidekick of a nation that insulted my queen with false slander. You're a representative of the culture that ignored the evidence that the claims he made and that you made were false." She stood closer. She could ignore the guards as the Castratene security had surrounded them now. Automatic live weapons were a pretty universal no-no. None of the Izalithians got in with weapons, so luckily she was fine as long as she didn't assault anyone. "What I want to get across, is that your smug act may not get you that far here. While you want to roll up at the Victorium monarch's feet to get a little help, you apparently missed a few key political vibes. We're here to counter the growing influence of a corrupt and threatening world by banding together. You are a little ruined chapel sitting on a hill within a democratic nation." Telvan shrugged. "If you want monarchies that bow to the dollar before their crown, you will be better served speaking to Gilead and it's assorted allies. Izalith is viewed as a scary, backwards place where atrocities must be happening, because we're different from you. We go through a lot of hardship and rules to ensure everyone is fed, educated and respectable. Yet the idea of giving up material gain and the Gilead dream for prosperity is so alien, so unthinkable to someone who can only see crowns, communists and dollar signs that you and your kind simply choose to ignore it and look down on us instead." The High General went on. "The world looks down on my nation from afar and condemns us as insane and horrible. When in reality God smiles on us, urges us onwards towards salvation. This salvation can be shared with the world without them having to go through our harsh lessons. It may be naive but we are here purely out of ideology. We are on a march to save the world. Believe it or don't. Dismiss it as propaganda or brainwashing, I don't care." She brushed her short black hair away from her eyes as she continued. "Back on our continent, Izalith is a power amongst a sea of rape, violence and the dregs of capitalist culture. We fight, bleed and pay for those whose lives were stolen by venture capitalists from across the sea. Back on our continent we are a source of strength and civilization. We have been invited here to bolster the strength of a new league of nations who need power and influence across the globe. To create a safety net. To create order. Your power relies on material possessions and prestige now. You're of no use to the LoC and you're entirely alien to my people and myself. You and your ilk don't understand how hardened and faithful people function, so you label us as inferior to you. I was aggressive in my greeting to you exactly for this reason. Your response only sadly cements the reality I already assumed was absolute. You are useless to Izalith as a resource. Democracy is a great evil, a failed crown is wasted baggage. I hope Valkany's people end up with the best possible solution. For their own sake." She then motioned to their outfits. "Being racist isn't going to help you any either kid, we wear what our culture inspires us to wear and nothing you toot is going to change that. But I advise you stop the racist teasing before someone gets upset." Telvan could tell one of the slightly shorter guards was itching to just shoot her. She could smell the sweat from behind his goggles from where she was standing. She made her body language as nonthreatening as possible. "I hope your life continues and you have more opportunities to learn and escape the box your birth has caged you in prince. My religion and history with people like you, coupled with your age make me doubt out continued conversation would be wise or useful. Have one of your staff come by me near the end of the meeting and I would LOVE to drop the mountain of paperwork on you that logs our agricultural, farming and commercial sectors in relation to food production and distribution. However if you and I have one thing in common besides our number of limbs I'm betting it will be that you'd fall asleep at the same point I did. Goodbye." The Izalithian delegation walked further off. Miorill stood staring at the High General for a long while. "What?" Miorill merely shrugged and handed her an entire bottle of wine from a table, which the High General took a long swig from. "You always forget how lucky you are to live in a country where we hung all the politicians." Edited by Lyskal, Aug 7 2014, 05:31 AM.
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