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| The League of Crowns Summit: Day I | |
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| 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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| Colcintra | Aug 9 2014, 08:27 AM Post #31 |
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"Ah, Valkany. Colour me disappointed when I heard their government fell to the likes of the democratic instigators. I had wondered too what was of their former Crown Prince...I fear his rhetoric for restoration may remain as just words, as I don't see that nation shift to it's proper place anytime soon. I am glad, though, that this meeting has come to pass; the world is a hateful place and is comforting to like-minded nations come together with good will." |
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| Lyskal | Aug 9 2014, 04:49 PM Post #32 |
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The Izalithian High General yawned. After giving a status report to the highest authority, she had literally had nothing to do. Evidently pantaloons were fairly twisted. Almost every nation here was entirely ignorant of Izalith, as Valkany represented with perfectly unrestrained verbosity now quite a while ago. The Izalithian monarch is a working class installed by God. Now that their God is interacting with the public and the world, the queen is in fact meaningless as her role is no longer needed. Realistically Izalith made nearly as little sense being her as the Achaian nation as they didn't have a monarch at all. Queelan Telvan was well aware why she was sent instead of the Queen however. For one, this was supposed to be a committee to analyze and combat a threat. The second reason was that the Queen had showed she's a little too pure of faith to remain politically neutral. The High General had been bullying a worthless CEO who like to lie about how many assets he actually had, even if it contradicted his rude begging for help. However she wasn't punished for it when her report was submitted. After all, capitalists are feral pigs. Fallen heirs sucking on the teats of the starving and dying their bourgeoisie stand on top of were fair game. Sadly the LoC was looking fairly pathetic. As always, the rich were beginning to falter and grow apathetic as the issue they didn't like did not seem threatening enough to waste "their" precious resources on. Of course the second they were threatened, like Valkany, they would actually start scampering around like rats on a flaming ship. Apparently the Fair Lady was currently feeding her voracious curiosity on some Dawinians. The fact that she let them into Domain was interesting. Queelan blinked bored at the now finished bottle she had finished. "Usually the point of alcohol is for it to have some kick, I know this is a wine... you'd think Austiana would have more interesting fields." Telvan was eying the label to make sure that was where it was actually from when her adviser, the same little bright eyed democrat she'd randomly grabbed off the street, sat down next to her after going outside for a breather. Miorill had come quite a long way from the beginning. Her ability to fly through re-education and come out so bright was quite frankly amazing, to have positive results great time and care was usually taken. Miorill was an outlier concerning that now. It saddened Queelan a little, but they were all tools to be used in transforming this world. Sacrifices had to be made. The High General sat back and looked at Miorill, who was in the seat right next to her. The younger woman checked herself over one more time and fixed up the jacket buttons going up her neck when she noticed she'd missed them. They conversed in Izalithian. "I took the Austianese head of security into a stairwell and got him to talk pretty easily. They were bribed to let the Valkany troopers in and let them hide under the table apparently." Miorill was running her tongue around the inside of her mouth, she evidently had an aftertaste in her mouth she wasn't a fan of. Telvan handed her the bottle of wine. Funnily enough Miorill snatched it and tried to wash her mouth out with it, spitting it back in. She was a pretty girl, but even that action made Telvan cringe a little. "You're note exactly being very presentable at this esteemed event you know corporal." Miorill shoot daggers back at the High General with her eyes. "If you didn't stomp up to some random ex-monarch's son and try and push him around like a 15 year old in their first year of service I wouldn't have had to... ugh." Miorill was apparently regretting her actions which gained her next to no useful information at all. "Had to what?" Telvan grinned and nudged her a few times. Miorill miserably looked back at her, but reached her hand in down the neck of her jacket, uncapping the buttons as she did. She pulled out a small plastic bag from her bra and waved it around in solemn victory. "I roofied him during... bleh. Anyway he's past out in the bottom of the stairwell with a janitor cart in front of him and he won't remember a thing. Made sure no cameras spotted me at any point as well. So I'm actually rather happy with the outcome." Miorill nodded a few times as she awkwardly stuffed the drugs back down her top and buttoned it back up. "Well that's useful and all that nobody will remember or care accept you and me but honestly. You're still a slut." Telvan laughed when the corporal punched her in the arm. Luckily their fearless cohort from the Covenant was wandering around marveling at all the clothes everyone was wearing. Cathedral dwellers didn't get out much. He wouldn't have been too impressed. This particular course of action could be kept from the Fair Lady as unnecessary information. Miorill stood up and took a few glasses from a passing waiter. Giving him a flirtatious wink when he gave a scolding step, her cheeky eyes flew up and down him for a moment and he left with a spring in his step. She walked back over to the High General awkwardly holding five wine glasses and downed one before she said anything. "For the love of the Fair Lady. We're only allowed to be honest and withhold information due to our religion and we're still able to mess about with these people. What makes the Fair Lady think they're even worth interacting with?" The High General took a glass from the corporal's awkward arms and sipped at it. "Honestly, she's curious. However I'm fairly sure she has plans to fill the void created by stomping out private little demons. Securing luxury and small good trade would do wonders for increasing general happiness and increasing our influence and strength in taking in more land and people easily. She wasn't happy that she couldn't get all of the refugees out of Sadrith because some didn't want to give up worthless shit like fancy phones." The rougher and taller woman shrugged at her own words. "She won't go overboard with it though. Expect heavy censoring to cancel out external culture influences. She might be naive but she isn't stupid. With the Governor General handling the logistics of it and his office monitoring everything we should do quite well." The younger woman was swirling around a half empty glass. She'd already downed two. Her voice was quiet. "Why didn't she let the military go public with the news that we finished the first set of nukes? Do you even know where they are?" Telvan put her chin on her fist and looked at the roof. "It's no good contemplating the workings of the mind of the divine... and no I don't. I have no doubt that her decisions are in our best interest." "Mmm..." Miorill sipped at her third glass and giggled into it. "We're not giving a very professional image right now you know." she teased, but her voice was a little nervous. She mustn't have been thinking about it. The High General just gave a half smile. "Everyone awkwardly stood back while the Izalithian representatives were held at gun point. If we don't condemn them, they will simply leap at the chance to ignore the negatives and escape scandal. As rich folk do." She sipped at the wine again. "Not to mention us poor little girls are oh so frazzled after having big scary victorium lead chuckers waved at us. Oh my, give the poor little things a break!" The corporal smiled at the logic, but still didn't seem very happy. It made sense. Her re-education, stimulant program and conditioning regimen was bound to make her homesick. |
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| Tirscail | Aug 10 2014, 04:07 AM Post #33 |
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Cathair watched as the situation with the guards unfolded, when it was done he tuned back to Andrew. “So you are from Valkany, I really should have recognized you as one of those Northern gun-runners.” He said, Looking out in the direction the guards left. ”While I generally care little for foreign news I can't help but notice your nation as a precarious one. Causing a stir for everyone with your unrest. I mean no offence of course.” Making a dismissive gesture he continued. “Regardless, you wish to know something about Itius?” |
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Aug 10 2014, 04:26 PM Post #34 |
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"No offense taken. I've been getting that a lot and with the trouble and damage to the stock market our little Regime CHange cause is understandable. ThoughI'm here totry to undo the damage." the Crown Prince took a sip of wine for a moment before continuing; "Oh yes. Thank you for remidning me. Could you tell me more about the land, the people, the way you'r governed? Not much just a synopsis. Also please make sure to include those games in Itius that we've all been hearing about in the news, about Druids of the old Celtic relgiions of some sort." Edited by Sviardia-Nordrvegria, Aug 10 2014, 04:26 PM.
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| Mastropa | Aug 10 2014, 07:29 PM Post #35 |
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Zinovios Mesolongias, Epistatis
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Lefkada frowned as she considered the situation in the room. Most of the delegates were already busy in one way or another, with the notable exception of the Izalithian party, and while there had been a suggestion to reinforce Izalithian-Achaian relations during the meeting of the Union of Nations—or so Delos had told her, referring to his own request—nothing thus far had come of it. The ambassador lamented that her present circumstances would not allow for more in-depth negotiations, but as it stood, she would not have the opportunity to craft a new relationship with Izalith that did not revolve around their mutual membership in the now-defunct Neutrality Pact. There simply wasn’t enough time. Among the diplomats currently in conversation, though, there were at least a few who did not appear particularly happy about their current situation—even if their conversation partners were oblivious to it. The most notable of these, it had to be said, was the Dawinian crown prince. Lefkada didn’t blame him: What little she had overheard from the Austianese Queen Lucille had for once made her glad about Achaian Peloponnese’s international obscurity, as it ensured that she would never be a conversation partner worthy of the ‘great’ queen’s time. Crown Prince Fernando’s time, sadly, was likely equally limited; however, based on the expression on his face, it was clear that he would be willing to change his schedule right about now. And Ambassador Lefkada had the solution he was waiting for. “Come with me,” she said to Colonel Oileus, before fetching a glass of wine from one of the meandering servers nearby and making her way closer to the front of the room, wincing as Queen Lucille’s voice became louder and louder. Trying her best to block out whatever the horrid woman was saying, Lefkada was so distracted that she very nearly turned the ‘accident’ she was trying to manufacture into an actual mess. Luckily, she succeeded only in doing that which she had planned to do: purposely knocking her wineglass against the back of Prince Fernando’s fine shirt. “Your Highness!” the ambassador gasped. “I am so sorry, Your Highness—I swear I must be blind!” ‘Or deaf,’ she thought to herself. “Here—Colonel, hand me your jacket—” As Colonel Oileus shrugged off his uniform jacket, taking care to pocket whatever Achaian insignia he could so as not to offend the Dawinian prince—or possibly the Achaian anax, should he hear of it—Lefkada chanced giving Prince Fernando a brief wink, before waving over another server. “Show us a place with some privacy,” she demanded, “so that we can take care of this mess.” Turning to the Dawinian prince, she added, “If Your Highness has no objection, of course.” |
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| Savasan | Aug 11 2014, 12:31 AM Post #36 |
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"Colour me disappointed when that snob of a prince came into Auvernia. I don't even want to think of it. Then again, I don't think we are in any trouble regarding monarchy. You are back in control, and even Austiana has restored the monarchy...under less favourable circumstances...Anyway, I think we're in a good cradle right now, regarding the state of monarchy in the world." Louis took some 2 glasses of wine from a wandering servant, he offered one to Antonio. "What his father should have done is stuck him in the military." As they went on, Lefkada spilled some wine on Fernando. After some small uproar, both were pulled away. Louis just kept staring and drinking his wine. Edited by Savasan, Aug 11 2014, 12:32 AM.
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| Colcintra | Aug 11 2014, 03:24 AM Post #37 |
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Fernando continues to try and show great interest in Queen Lucille's conversation; if there was ever a more deserving recipient for El Premio Gañal, Dawinia's top award for acting, it would be Fernando; a most true and dedicated performance. Just as Fernando was about to respond to her, he felt a thump against his back, followed by something cold...and liquid...dripping down his back. He turns around to see Lefkada, the Achaian diplomat, profusely apologizing. "It's of no issue," responded Fernando, shrugging, "clothing is just an object, but yes, I have no objection; it is a bit cold after all. Your Majesties, if you would please excuse me." Fernando bows his head in respect as he starts to follow. - "Mhm, it could always be worst--thank you," said Antonio, taking the glass offered to him. "Ha, would have solved a lot, I know. But what can you do..." He sighs, then almost burst into laughter after seeing win being spilt onto his brother from afar, then being pulled away. "It's always something with him--never a dull moment." He takes a sip of wine. |
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| Mastropa | Aug 11 2014, 03:19 PM Post #38 |
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Ambassador Lefkada nodded gratefully to Prince Fernando before turning to King Bernhard and Queen Lucille of Austiana. “I do apologize for my mistake,” she said as earnestly as possible. “I’m sure that Colonel Oileus here will happily relay to His Highness anything he absolutely must hear.” The ambassador dared not look at Oileus as she said this, sure already that the colonel was attempting to kill her with a glare; she ignored the prickling at the back of her neck and said, “Please excuse us.” As soon as the servant had led them out of earshot of the Austianese royals, Lefkada said softly, “I apologize for the necessity, Your Highness, but I could not think of any other way for a minor diplomat to pull apart a discussion between royal personages. All that said, it appeared that just such an interruption was in Your Highness’s best interests. I do hope that I did not misread the situation.” |
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| Tirscail | Aug 12 2014, 06:33 AM Post #39 |
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Cathair sighed, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “That is a lot of information you are asking for and I am no historian nor a theologian. But we are a proud, strong people, we revere the land and care for our own. As for our religion: all natural aspects contain spirits, there are many gods and there are many different pantheons. The Circle of Druids is responsible for communication with the gods through rituals, sacrifices, divination and many judicial procedures.” “Surely you can find books on the subject if you wish to learn more.” |
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| Savasan | Aug 12 2014, 08:54 AM Post #40 |
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"He seems to play the second son stereotype well. At least he keeps himself on the straight path. Or tries." Louis knew that Antonio knew that he was also the "second son" in Auvernia; drinking and wenching along the streets of Hendaye, his ducal capital, and in Montmartre's, the district in Narbonne, where he lived. Noticing Benhard and Lucille shuffling across the floor, Louis suggested to Antonio that they should move. |
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| Anglea | Aug 12 2014, 10:01 AM Post #41 |
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"No, please, Lucy..." Bernhard objected, waving a hand at Lucille's request to remove her footwear, as her ailments were beginning to throb, "If it is an issue, my darling, please go upstairs and speak with the practitioner. I cannot tell you how important this conference is for Austiana, and we cannot have our friends thinking we are shoeless savages, hm?" Bernhard, after finishing a conversation with the Achaians, had whisked away Lucille from the scene to the side of the room in an attempt to plead with her to improve her behaviour. "But Bernie!" Lucille protested, "I wish to stay! I shall keep these godforsaken shoes on, fine! Now, that Fernando is an awfully handsome, I wish to speak with him, keep him company. That wine spillage was awfully traumatic, I must counsel him!" As Lucille gleefully, and yet painfully, limped over to the Dawinian delegation, Bernhard sighed. It was no use making a scene with her, and after all, she would not be present in the formal talks, and would be free to return to her living quarters to watch the soap operas she loved. Bernhard frequently entertained the idea of removing her from the royal family, but due to the pressure of the Papacy and the conservative orthodox groups surrounding his reign, such a high profile separation would be almost impossible to survive. After an adviser whispered in his ear, informing him of the completion of the Bernhard ascended to the stage, and announced the opening of the formal conference. "Thank you for your patience, Ladies and Gentlemen," Bernhard announced, smiling to the small crowd that stood around the stage, "The official, formal conference shall now take place. The two individual representatives specified in your RSVP, or otherwise, please be seated as per the specified seating arrangements. Official procedures will commence in 5 minutes, so please get comfortable and acquainted with those who you are sitting beside." Bernhard smiled, eyeing the Konigmarki delegation, concerned at their lack of RSVP, but glad that the Austianese servants were able to quickly adjust the room's seating arrangements to make room for the Konigmarki delegation. He was determined to speak with Markos later in the evening. The group of 17 representatives filed into the room.
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| Lyskal | Aug 12 2014, 12:06 PM Post #42 |
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The two Izalithians took their respective seats. Miorill slapped her thin suitcase on the table quietly and prepared for the inevitable note taking. The room was full of quite diverse people. The Izalithians were having trouble fitting in due to their unique culture and the attire that culture entailed. The image disparity was quite harsh, but would this effect how these nation's views would humor, support or conflict with one another? High General Queelan Telvan ![]() Corporal Miorill Azu, Diplomatic Adviser ![]() Free of the restraints of commercialism and political freedoms, Izalith was a fairly unique thinker. The fact that the restraints were replaced with universal fanaticism and a self righteous view that they were destined to carve the planet into its ideal image however made them, their culture and their views entirely alien in relation to the rest of the civilized world. |
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Aug 12 2014, 04:45 PM Post #43 |
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"Thank you for the information Sir. I shall make sure to read on the subject. It seems we have to be seated. We are seated next to eachtoer so I think we can continue this conversation on the conference table? What do you say? In any case I'll make sure to have a formal diplomatic meeting with Itius once I become Emperor." the Crown Prince extended his had in the direction of the table moving toward the seats assigned to the two diplomatic teams; Looks like I'll have to wait until after the meeting is over to talk to Emperor Antonio he thought. Edited by Sviardia-Nordrvegria, Aug 12 2014, 04:46 PM.
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| Mastropa | Aug 12 2014, 05:24 PM Post #44 |
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‘Damn,’ Lefkada thought as she saw Queen Lucille approaching once more. “Your Highness,” she said to Prince Fernando, “it appears that we will not be able to discuss matters as I had hoped. It seems that my aide was unable to distract Her Majesty for very long. But if it isn’t too much trouble, I would like to speak with you again before the conclusion of this summit, if there is an opportunity. If Her Majesty allows it, I suppose,” the ambassador added. “Please excuse me, Your Highness—and again, I do apologize about the wine.” Lefkada nodded humbly before turning toward Queen Lucille and steeling herself for an unpleasant conversation; considering that she had caused so much trouble already with nothing to show for it, the ambassador felt that the least she could do for the Dawinian prince would be to give him an opportunity to escape. Thankfully, Lucille’s husband came to Lefkada’s rescue. King Bernhard’s announcement was the cue everyone needed to head toward the conference room, and the ambassador was no exception. However, Lefkada took a moment to wave her aides aside, including a particularly-grumpy Colonel Oileus. Before he could even open his mouth, Lefkada gave out her instructions. “Colonel, you’ve done enough for the afternoon. Thank you for your service today. Since His Majesty’s table is only set for two of us, I have no problems with allowing you to return to our allotted quarters to rest and prepare for tomorrow.” The ambassador glanced quickly over the other four members of her ‘security detail’ and the showpiece advisor who had been selected for the benefit of the original Castratene Pact invitation. “Major Korinna, you will attend with me,” she decided. “The rest of you, head back to the hotel and get some rest.” She smiled at them as they nodded and turned toward the exit, before she motioned for the major to follow her into the conference room. The table’s setup called for Lefkada to sit between her own advisor and the Auvernian delegation’s, while on the other side of Major Korinna sat the imposing figure of High General Telvan from Izalith. It seemed that King Bernhard’s selection was both appropriate and (hopefully) prophetic: Set between the delegates from Achaian Peloponnese’s closest current ally and the delegates from the nation Lefkada hoped would become the anax’s first useful contact in Victorium, the ambassador wondered if this was an omen of things to come in the near future. As she took her seat, she could only hope that the omen was good. Edited by Mastropa, Aug 12 2014, 05:25 PM.
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| Colcintra | Aug 13 2014, 12:48 AM Post #45 |
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"Yes," responded Antonio, "I do see that he tries. And, although I can't really relate, I can only imagine the difficulties he's encountered." Antonio again took a sip of his wine before handing it to one people walking around with refreshments, seeing it was time to head into the meeting. The two continue to talk as they walked into the room where the talks will take place. "But anyway, we'll be sure to talk later, Louis," said Antonio as he proceed to his assigned seat between his brother and Bernhard. As he takes his seat, Antonio looked to his right, taking note of the empty seat. 'Ugh, he better not be late...' - Fernando smiles, "Of course. Again, it's of no issue at all. I'd be delighted to find another time to speak before the conclusion of this meeting." After saying their last words, he made his way into the meeting room, heading towards his seat. He sees his brother, Antonío, glaring as he saw him walking into the room. "Worrying, huh," Fernando said, taking his seat, smiling to Antonío. Antonío slyly punches him on the torso. "Problema, Ferran, said Antonío, smirking as returned to his original position." |
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