NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Okay, let's get this out of the way first. This is about role-playing. It's an invitation from one head of state to another head of state to open formation relations between nations. It is not necessary to leap in with your uber-commando troops or your magical Kill-O-Zap spells. If you have a legitimate reason to RP involvement with this thread, please telegram me first. Otherwise, please allow the intended characters to interact free from hinderance or spam. Thank you.

IC: A short, undefinably ugly man sits behind his working desk typing away diligently. His desk is littered with a pile of papers, each studied and marked with vast amounts of red ink. His data screen is covered with text and numbers as he tracks information and double-checks correlations. Sighing, he picks up a clean sheet of text and finds the data reference number to key into his terminal.

A few hours later he pushes the papers to one side and stretches, listening to joints crack and pop. Getting old, here. I'd better get down to the gym.

He turns to get up, then stops and swings back.

To: Queen Wendlyn

Highness,

I would like to invite you to dinner and a performance by the Treznor National Orchestra here in Devonton next month, at your convenience. This would be an excellent opportunity to meet and formalise relations between our nations, as well as discuss your proposed application to the NDA.

I humbly request RSVP to this invitation.

Devon Treznor
Emperor

He looks over the missive, makes a few corrections and sends it off to his secretary to be printed as an engraved invitation with platinum lettering. Then he sends word for his trainer to report to the gym and goes to change clothes.

I really need to exercise more. Damned desks.

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*A letter arrives to the Queen*

"M'lady A letter has just arrived for thee." spoke the man servant

"Bring it forth" she spoke with a demanding voice

She read over the letter that was post dated several weeks ago and growels with anger.

"Where is my EX security officer and Diplomat?" her voice echoing through out the castle.

*a few moments pass and the two she called for where dragged into her throne room by her personal guards*

"M'lady here are the two you wished" spoke the guard

"How dare something this important be kept from me for so long?" roared the Queen at the two, "This shall nay happen again. Guards.."

*her voice trails off as the guards remove thier pistols from thier holsters. Two loud gunshots are heard ringing through the halls followed by the sickining thud of two lifeless bodies falling to the marble floor*

"Take this letter I hath written to the Emperor Devon Treznor at once!"

"At once my Queen" spoke the second guard

*contained in the letter*

Emperor Devon Treznor ,

Forgive me for taking so long to reply to your most gracious invatation. It seems there was a much needed change of Security department heads and my Diplomat seems to have fallen asleep at his post. As this will never happen again from those to fools, I do hope to speak with thee again soon.

*the royal seal of the Queen*
Queen Wendlyn

*the second guard salutes his Queen and dashes out to the awaiting convoy of cars to the nearest airport so he can hand deliver the message to the Emperor*

To: Queen Wendlyn

I fully understand your situation, and I sympathise. It's sometimes necessary to clear away the deadwood in order to keep your people on their toes. The invitation still stands, and you are welcome to arrive at your leisure.

Devon Treznor
Emperor

*a flurry of people scurry around gathering things the Queen will need for her dinner with the Emperor Devon Treznor. Her finest gowns are brought to her to choose from as she has her hair done in braids*

"Yes that's the one, The black silk dress. Yes that will do nicely" she says with a smile on her face.

*she orders a letter sent to the Emperor Devon Treznor Letting him know she will arrive at thier international airport in 14 hours*


OOC: (sorry been busy at home and such if my replies are slow)

Treznor stands at the far end of a red carpet, tugging at his collar irritably. Although his black-and-silver tuxedo fits him well, he still feels uncomfortable in it.

I hate it when they put too much starch in the collar. For that matter, I hate these diplomatic functions, but I suppose it goes with the territory. Too bad I can't foist the official stuff off on people like Grant and take care of the real business in comfort.

A single trumpet sounds, followed by six more to announce the arrival of the visiting dignitary. Treznor straightens and puts on a smile to welcome Queen Wendlyn as she makes her way down the red carpet.

Pretty. I wonder what Nath will think of her.

*The door of the airplane swings open as the Queens Secert Service men scan the area. Followed slowly by the Queen herself dressed in a low cut silken evening dress*

Secert service man 1 : "The bird has landed, all secure, the egg is hatching"

Secert Service man 2: "Copy that, the cat is ready"

*The Queen slowly walks down the stairs her eyes glisten in the sunlight as she looks to the awaiting convoy of vehicles that wait to take her to her first meeting with the Emperor Devon Treznor. Her Secert service men walk her quickly to one of the cars and help her in climbing onto the running boards themselves as the door slams shut.*

The Queen sighs softly to herself, "Why can't a simple dinner be just that?" as she looks at the convoy of cars in front and behind her.

*Her personal servants fuss with her hair and tug at the dress like a worried mother over her first born. *


*The car arrives and her secert service men scan the area for threats before they open the door to the car. Her silky smooth leg appears out of the door as she steps onto the red carpeting.*

'Such a grand welcome, I do hope this all goes well..' she thinks to herself as she slowly walks down the carpeting under a barrage of flashbulbs from the cameras. 'I wonder what he looks like'

Treznor waits patiently as Wendlyn approaches, then extends his hand. "Queen Wendlyn. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, at last. I trust you enjoyed your flight? My people said the weather should have been clear and fine most of the way."

He lifts Wendlyn's hand to his lips and kisses it briefly. "I've arranged transport back to my palace downtown where you can freshen up in your rooms if you like. Dinner isn't for another three hours, and the orchestra will begin two hours after that."

*Wendlyn smiles softly as she feels his lips softly kiss her hand*

"The pleasure is all mine Emperor Treznor." she says softly as she curtsys. "It would be an honor to see your palace."

*the Queen smiles as she looks at you, her hand trembles slightly in yours. *

Secert Service man 1: "The cats have made contact."

Secert Service man 2: "Roger the perimater secure"

"Tell me Emperor, would it be possible for us to walk for a bit? I would so much like to streatch my legs a bit and see some of your fine city. It's not often I get out to see other countrys let alone one as beautiful as this." , she questions with a smile on her lips.

*she looks at you with a soft and bashful gaze*

'Not quite what I was expecting him to look like," she thinks to herself, "I was sure he would be much older and not as refined. This is such a pleasant and exhilerateing surprise...'

Treznor blinks in surprise, caught off-guard by the request. He straightens and smiles politely. "Well, I'm afraid our security isn't quite prepared for a trek like that. However, if you wish a walking tour I'm sure it can be arranged. It'll certainly kill three hours with great efficiency. Let me just go put on my walking shoes."

He ignores the glares his security detail are giving him, still smiling at Wendlyn. Is she insane? Those heels can't be comfortable to walk in!

Treznor smiles and offers his arm to begin the trek. "Coincidentally, our walk will take us past the National Auditorium where we'll go after dinner for the performance. It's one of the better architectural designs in the city, even better than my own palace.

"I thought that a spot of culture was an appropriate for the exemplary hard work my people have accomplished in such a short time, and I sponsor monthly performances that are open to the public. Also, twice a month, the Auditorium hosts amateur nights where anyone with a taste for public performance can stand up and do whatever it is they think will entertain people. However, the audience is supplied with tomatoes, so if they stink the stage can get pretty messy very quickly. Amateur night is terribly popular; a lot of people go just to throw tomatoes.

"Still, it hasn't been totally fruitless. I understand that a popular jazz band called the 'Java Beans' played there on amateur night a few months before they were signed by my record company."

Treznor talks as he walks, setting an easy pace to allow his security time to clear the streets and make way for the impromptu procession. However, he occasionally feels an itch between his shoulder blades as though crosshairs from a sniper rifle had locked on to him. It wasn't that long ago that the entire nation was locked down in martial law against Iaceo terrorists, and he still feels somewhat paranoid about it.

*Wendlyn listens as the pair walks the streets together, her eyes sparkleing in the lights. To her the setting sun smiles on this night and the informal walk. The high demands of politics set aside for an evening, a chance to be.*

"Oh I must come one night and watch that, it sounds like so much fun. I am told i have a good throwing arm.", she giggles softly.

*the pair walk slowly down the street arm and arm, her laughter filling the streets as they chatter away together. Her eyes wander over the beautiful buildings and at the people watching the pair walk. She feels free of the pressures of politics, at least for tonight. She knows it will return soon enough...*

*Queen Wendlyn walks arm and arm with Emperor Devon Treznor*

"So about this alliance, what all would be involved?" she questions


*she listens intently as he explains it to her while they walk*

OOC: Sorry, I've been out of town the past few weeks. I tried to catch up, but this slipped through the cracks.

IC: "The next Amateur Night is in a week. If you wish to extend your stay that long, that won't be a problem."

He pats her hand and continues on.

"The Alliance is fairly loose. We respect and protect our individual autonomy, so long as our actions remain within our own borders. What the Alliance really does is police the actions of its members on the international front. In return, it offers protection from outside aggressors and mutual trade among members. We demand a tithe from each member in the form of monetary, military and intelligence donations so we have a centralised store of resources that can be brought to bear on any problem affecting members or the alliance as a whole. They can't be used for individual purpose: once donated, the forces you send to the NDA military become the property and domain of the Alliance for the length of their service."

He shakes his head and points. "There, that's the Woolongash Bridge. It was named before I arrived in this country, and was little better than a rope bridge until recently. I began construction on the current bridge some five years ago, and it just opened last year. Already, traffic has overwhelmed it. I think it was Robert Moses who discovered that no matter how wide or long the road you build, people will fill it up with cars. Fortunately, I ordered that the bridge be built with expansion in mind, so there's room to open up more lanes until the time comes to add multiple levels to it."

He continues with the walk, letting Wendlyn study the bridge in silence for a moment.

"We'll discuss more about the Alliance over dinner. I much prefer to talk business over a full stomach. It's a habit I picked up from an old friend."

*She smiles softly as she listens to him tell her about the city and the sites as they walk towards the dinner party together*

" So I see. It does look so beautiful with the setting sun behind it." she says as she stares off at a large building, " So what is on the menu at this place we are heading to?"

*she listens intently as he begins to speak*

"I took the liberty of ordering for us. We're occasionally plagued with infestations from a native animal, a sort of flightless red dragon. It's a rather aggressive and territorial beast with an eye for shiny things. They wreak havoc on tourism when it happens. Most of the meat in them is unfit for human consumption, except for a cut just below the neck. It's very tangy and considered a delicacy. If the animal is butchered incorrectly you can be poisoned, but most people consider that part of the allure, sort of like eating blowfish in a Japanese restaurant. Fortunately, the chef who will be serving us tonight has successfully cooked and served hundreds of these steaks, so I don't feel we're in any real danger."

Treznor turns left at the corner and points again. "There we go, that's the palace. We'll be having dinner in the penthouse. Everything is waiting for us."

*Queen Wendlyn smiles softly as she looks at the tall building. Her eyes sparkle slightly in the neon lights of the resturant. *

"It sounds delish. Our own skies are filled with the hawk that first helped our peoples hunt for food. When our people see them it fills them with pride and honor." she smiles as she looks into his eyes warmly. "Only the upper class have eattin' of thier flesh. *giggles softly* It tastes like chicken to me."

*The pair walk slowly into the resturant and towards the elevator.*

" I do hope you don't mind but I took the liberty to bring a bottle of our finest wine for us to have with dinner"

*one of her servants opens a suitcase with a large bottle of wine in it *

Treznor looks over at the wine and nods. "Ah, something red. Very appropriate. I'm not familiar with the label, but I'm always keen to try something new. I trust it'll go well with the meat."

He notes with pleasure his staff have the lift prepped and ready for them, and ushers Wendlyn inside before joining her and hitting the button for the penthouse. He passes his hand over a panel, and the lift begins its swift ascent.

"I hope you enjoyed your walk?"

" It was a wonderful walk. I feel nice and hungery. And your city looked so beautiful from the airplane." Wendlyn says as the lift starts to move upwards. "I'm sorry if I seemed impromtue by asking to walk."

*the Queen holds onto the handrails as the lift climbs towards the penthouse*



OOC: Sorry work has had me very busy for a while. :cry:

Treznor smiles and shakes his head. "That's fine. You just caught me off-guard. That happens rarely enough that I can appreciate it when it happens."

The lift slows and stops smoothly before the doors open to the penthouse. Treznor offers his arm again before escorting Wendlyn into the foyer. "This is where I kick back and relax. Make yourself comfortable. The bathroom is to the left if you'd like to take a moment to freshen up. Now that they know we're here, dinner should be served in fifteen minutes."

*Wendlyn smiles warmly at you as she takes your arm softly*

'Mmmmmm such strength in these arms yet so delicate with his touch' she thinks softly to herself.

" Just what the doctor ordered, a bit of freshening up." she smiles softly.

Treznor steps over to the wetbar and selects two crystal goblets. He works deftly at the cork of the wine bottle he'd accepted and eventually works it loose. He pours a tiny amount into one goblet to swirl it about, then tasting it briefly.

Not bad. I'll have to keep some of this in stock.

Then he sets bottle and goblets on a tray to carry them to the dining room. He leaves the bottle to breathe until dinner is served.

Speaking of which...

He pushes a button on the table. "Alex, how's dinner coming?"

"It'll be right there, Your Majesty."

"Good man."

*Queen Wendlyn slowly walks out of the restroom, towards Treznor smiling...*

"Tis a splendid night indeed. I hope it doesn't end anytime soon." she smiles warmly. "Ahhhh that's just what this beautiful night needs, a fine wine to sip."

*Wendlyn smiles as she lifts the glass from the tray. Her Secert Serviceman steps forward and extends his hand towards her...*

"Fool! Even I saw him take a sip of it!" she belows loudly as she smacks the Secert servicemans hand away. "How RUDE and untrusting of our distinguished host you have just been!"

* the secert serviceman drops to his knees and begs Emperor Treznor and Queen Wendlyn for forgiveness...*

Treznor says nothing, standing passively as he watches the encounter. Only a quirked eyebrow betrays his reaction.

That was...unexpected. Rather volatile, even.

"Indeed, how rude," he says dryly. "Surely a hanging offence, if ever I saw one."

*The Queen nods at Treznor in agreement...*

"Yes, Deffinantely a hanging offence. But we will save it for when the main course is served. A bit of a dinner and a pre show show is it not?", she says with a dark look in her eyes.

*she looks towards Treznor looking at him for his opinion*

"The choice is yours. He has offended you and disgraced me in your estimed presance. Tis only fair you choose when he pays for his mistake.", she continues.

*her soft green eyes glisten as she looks at the Emperor Treznor, a smile breaks out across her lips..*

Treznor shakes his head gently. "I'd just as soon not spoil our dinner that way. Let him stand guard all night and contemplate the error of his ways. Anticipation of punishment is usually more effective than the punishment itself. Then, in the morning, you can decide what to do with him.

"Frankly, I've had my own run-ins with my security team. Eventually we came to something of an agreement: they won't try to tell me where I can and can't go, and I won't try to tell them how to do their jobs. It's turned out to be an equitable arrangement."

I wonder if Yvonne is still alive. Gods only know what she's gone through with Carlos' breakdown.

And I wonder I'm being too subtle here? Oh well, not my problem. The poor bastard.

* Queen Wendlyn nods softly, yet her glare at her secert serviceman is one of disgust.*

"Your free to go, for now.." Wendlyn says with must disgust in her voice.

"Please forgive my useless servants disrespect. Sooo on a differant note what is this deliteful looking finger food here?"

'he seems preoccupided with something. I hope he isn't upset with how I treat the useless people that serve me and fail me.' she thinks to herself.

Treznor turns to see white-clad men and women enter the room swiftly bearing trays laden with food. "Ah, calamari. I'm sure you're familiar with it. It looks a bit different because my chef fancies herself something of an artist and a non-conformist. She hates traditional approaches to food, including display. Then again, her mashed potato sculpture is surprisingly detailed. It almost makes me consider going on a diet. Wrecking works of art is a punishable offence in this country."

He snags a morsel off another plate and pops it into his mouth. "Oh dear, stuffed mushrooms. Clarice must have thought we were entertaining someone important." He winks. "Stuffed mushrooms are a rare treat from her."

Once the table has been arranged, he pulls out a chair and holds it for Wendlyn. "If your Highness would like to sit?"

*Wendyln curtises slightly as she giggles softly and sits into the chair*

"Yes she must have thought you were important enough to cook such delicasies for.", She giggles loudly.

* Just before she sits one of her man servants places a soft silken pillow beneath her bottom. She nods softly at him and he bows deeply as he grabs the chair for Treznor and offers him a pillow for his seat.*

Man servant, "M'lord Please let me get this for thee." ,as he bows deeply.

"These look soo delish. Almost a shame to eat them." Wendlyn says as she smiles softly. "Where to begin she has surely out done herself it smells wonderous."

Treznor quirks an eyebrow at the manservant, clearly not expecting the offer. Then he seems to shrug as if to say why not? and nods to the man. "Thank you."

He sits and squirms a bit on the seat, then puts it out of his mind as he reaches for the calamari. "Clarice is very touchy about food. I sometimes fear for my life if I don't show the proper appreciation of her art; she weighs some fifty kilos more than I do. They always say to never trust a thin cook, and she certainly fits the profile."

He chews appreciatively for a moment before turning to his servant. "Please convey my compliments to the chef, and inform her she's surpassed herself tonight."

He turns back to Wendlyn. "Now then, to business. You've been provided with a copy of the NDA Manifesto (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=60132). Do you have any questions?"

*Wendlyn slowly reads the document as she pops small pieces of calamari into her mouth*


We three nations, the Holy Empire of Iraqstan, the Dominion of the Dread Lady Nathicana D'Aquisto dal Lupo and the Empire of Treznor, join together in a new alliance. We stand as the founding members and ruling council of the Non-Democratic Alliance. We denounce the hostile aggression of warmongering dictatorships and the hypocrisy inherent in tyrannical democracies. We band together for mutual protection against other warmongers and those democratic states who would badmouth our choice of government.

We invite all like-minded nations to apply for membership in our alliance. We offer free trade among members, protection and the strength of integrity that unlike others, we will not pay mere lip service to the laws of our association. We will deal harshly with any member who acts aggressively or attempts to provoke war rather than pursue peaceful diplomatic solutions.

We declare the following Manifesto for the Non-Democratic Alliance:

- All members must be a Dictatorship, or other acceptable form of Non-Democratic government. Any member who changes toward a democratic system of governing is subject to immediate review for expulsion.

- All member nations must maintain non-aggressive international relations. No member may provoke or engage in war as an aggressor. Applicants for membership must demonstrate a history of nonaggression or a recent change in policy.

- Membership requires sponsorship by an existing member and approval by majority council vote. The council reserves the right to accept or deny any application for membership without explanation or justification.

- There are no stipulations as to the location of member nations on or offworld. It doesn't matter where you live so long as you conform to NDA policies.

- All members are required to seek diplomatic solutions to international conflicts through talks, mediation, negotiation, and embargoes before resorting to military solutions. War is to be considered the final alternative rather than the first. Any nation that goes to war is subject to review by the ruling council.

- All members are required to support one another through financial, humanitarian, or military means. Types and levels of support are dependant on ability and circumstance, and are negotiable.

- All members must agree to a policy of free and open trade among fellow members.

- Members are required to contribute funds, equipment and forces towards a centralized intelligence ministry and common defense force. These resources will be utilised by and answerable only to the ruling council and the alliance as a whole.

- All members may petition the council with regard to changes, actions or review. The council will then meet to discuss and vote on these petitions. All council members are considered equal regardless of population, age or relative strength, and are granted one vote per petition.

- Changes to the council require a unanimous vote by the existing council, excluding any member under review for punishment if appropriate.

- Changes to alliance policy require a 2/3rds majority vote by the council.

- Petitions enacted by the alliance require a simple majority vote by the council.

- All points, provisions and penalties outlined herein are subject to amendment should it be deemed necessary by the council.



"Hmmm, This does sound very profitable for all those involved." she says between bites of calamari, " Your chef has surely out done herself. We will all share military and commerical technologies correct?"

*she reads the document over again as she slowly sips from her glass*

"Oh this is so delish. Please extend my humble respect to your chef. This is an outstanding meal."

Treznor shakes his head as he consumes his share of the calamari. "Technologies are strictly the property of the nations who develop them. Open commercial trade is required to ensure prosperity between our nations, to give members a carrot as it were." In fact, I recall describing it exactly that way. "However, technology falls under different criteria. Some nations are very sensitive about releasing tech they've spent so much time and research developing. My nation's stealth tech is still largely a local secret; releasing it to too many others would negate the purpose for it. But I have chosen to release my new fusion tech to NDA members before offering it to the world, giving them precedence as allies."

He looks up as a servant arrives with two covered trays. "Here we are, right on time. Fillet of dragon, medium rare. I trust you'll enjoy it."

*Wendlyn looks at the meal in front of her with awe*

"Tis truely a delish looking meal. I have never had dragon before but if it is anything like the other fine tasteing foods i have eatten so far I can't wait." Wendlyn says with a smile.


*she slices off a small piece and chews it slowly her eyes widen*
"I must have this reciepe for my own chefs! This is Exquiste! Do tell your chef to come here I must compliment her on such a great tasteing meal." Wendlyn exclaims as she cuts another piece.
"Now as for the buisness at hand, I do believe this would benifit all who join this alliance several times over." She says as she puts another piece of meat into her mouth,"And the benifits would bring us all profits a thousand fold easily." her soft sweet lips break into a smile as she looks towards him, "Where do I sign up?" she says with a soft smile and chuckle.
"I do like that the military technology is left to the choice of the country to decide to share if it wishes, I wouldn't want to share all of our secert weapons all frilly nilly with everyone lest the wrong hands get ahold of them and they are used against myself or the others in the alliance." she pauses for another bite, " I do hope this alliance will bring us all profit and good relations and friendship. Tis not often a good man such as yourself would take the time to deal with a woman in the matters of politics. Tis a refreshing site indeed."

*her secert service men shift from side to side on thier feet as they watch the pair talk and dine.*

Secert service man #1: "The Eagle is doing fine Mother hen. All is going well it seems." he says with a whisper.

Secert service man #2: "Confirmed Mother hen. The Eagle is hovering.", he whispers softly.


"You must tell me one thing tho...", she seems to pause as her face blushes a slight red, " No never mind...It's silly...", She tries to hide her face with her napkin as she blushes....

OOC: sorry i have been sick for the past week and haven't been able to do much more then lay in bed. I hope it's alright if we pick up where we left off if not i understand.

OOC: No problem. I've been in that situation myself. Going out of town for several weeks plays hell with my role-playing.

IC: Treznor smiles and digs into his steak. After a moment savouring the meat, he shakes his head. "It's not the recipie, it's the meat itself. As much as Clarice would like to take credit for the taste, red dragon is naturally spicy. If I didn't know better, I'd say those things existed on hot peppers. So long as you don't overcook it the effect is startling, almost Cajun-style."

He pauses for another bite, then washes it down with a sip from his goblet. "The benefits of the alliance have attracted quite a few powerful nations, including a few I didn't expect to hear from. But we haven't accepted all of them, in spite of obvious advantage they would bring to the table. The reason is because we expect good behaviour from our allies on the international front. Not only do we pledge to protect each other from aggression, but we expect them to do their best to make sure we don't have to protect them. There are a lot of leaders who favour the brinkmanship diplomacy style, when they're not outright bombing anyone who so much as sneezes at them. So a lot of the Manifesto is dedicated to explaining to members how they can do what they want within their own borders, but any international actions are subject to review. Dictatorships such as ours have enough trouble with our image without compounding it with warmongering.

"There have been a few notable attempts to reign in warmongering, and I've been a part of some of them. Ultimately, they either fell apart or turned out to be fronts for sly manipulation. So I found a few friends who were of like mind and formed the NDA. Thus far the Alliance has been fairly passive and prosperous, and we're working hard to keep it that way. We've been building up a sizeable joint military force to serve as the guardian for member nations, but we have yet to need it. We're all quite pleased with this."

He smiles and takes another bite of steak. "How do you feel about that, Your Highness?"

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*Wendlyn smiles softly as she swallows her bite of the delishous meal*

"That sounds wonderful, I have to admit I have had a few power hungery kingdoms and countries ask me to join them only to find out they wanted me for a stepping stone to invade thier enemies. That and they seemed only interested in flooding my markets with cheaply built products. My people are fiercely loyal to our own manufacturers, but do like the occasional outside products."


*she takes another bite of her dinner savoring it's delightful taste*

"I would be happy to help any true ally to myself as much as I could either it be in defence or supplies. Tho we may be a small nation, our military is quite state of the art. I would feel it an honor to aid my ally or allies if needed. I do hope it would be the same to others in the alliance." she pauses for a moment as she cuts herself another bite, she looks intently at the piece of meat, " I must agree with you. It does taste as if it has only eatten spicey peppers or the like." she says grinning as she pops the piece into her mouth.

OOC: Have a safe trip. I will hope to hear from you upon your return sweety :D

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*tags back* YOUR IT!!!

Treznor nods. "National sovereignty is at the heart of this alliance. What we do within our own borders is our own business, and we've banded together to protect that right. If your country is stable in a monarchy, you should be able to rule in a monarchy. If you don't want to buy Elven products, you shouldn't be forced to buy Elven products. It's really your call.

"I recently resigned from the UN because there are a lot of people who seem to think that tyranny by majority is somehow more acceptable than tyranny by minority. It eventually got so bad that I told them to take their micro-managing and shove it. A lot of them would be happy to take up arms and 'liberate' my people, so I have to present a strong face to remind them that such efforts would be costly. The more nations can join the alliance and uphold our ideals, the stronger we are. So here we are.

"If you're interested, I'll sponsor you and present your case to the Ruling Council. Then we'll do an intensive background check on you and your nation to make sure you fit all of our criteria before we make our decision."

*Wendlyn smiles slightly at him as she sips her wine*

"Good Good. My People as I said rarely buy imported items save a few items. I would be honord if you would present our case and to sponser our nation. It seems it will benifit all involved and that is always a deffinate plus in my book."

"I do hope even if the counsel rules against me we can still be friends and such. I am sure we can help each other sometime in the future. Just in case, if you catch my drift..."

*She smiles warmly at you as she puts her wine glass on the table. Her eyes glisten softly in the candle light.*

*BUMPs the table*



OOC: just keeping the thread alive :D

*bumps her wineglass and it spills slightly*


(just makeing sure the thread stays alive)

Trenzor nods as he works at his steak. "There's nothing in the alliance precluding individual treaties as well as group ones. As I said before, I'll be pleased to maintain a stock of your excellent wines." He lifts his glass in a quick toast before sipping from it to wash down his meal. "I wouldn't propose anything radical, of course. Concessions on tariffs and other market obstructions to imports. A non-aggression pact would also be a good start. I can't imagine you have anyone looking to attack you, but a public declaration of good relations can only be good."

*she smiles softly as she sips her wine...*

"Yes very true. But lets hope the powers at be allow us into the alliance. We must keep our hopes up and not think of the what if's and what could be's." she giggles softly as she swallows the last of her wine and pours another glass. "It's been to long since I have felt so comfortable outside my palace. Almost like an excape to an alternate universe for a vacation."

*her secert service men watch her closely as she is seemingly getting a touch buzzed from her drinking.*


"Non agression, yes a good idea, I will have my high ranking officals draw one up when I return from this grand meeting of ours."



OOC: welcome back :wink:

"Agreed, then. You're welcome to open an embassy within Devonton if you wish. I personally recommend the north side." Treznor lifts the last bite of his steak to his lips and savours it.

Yes, this wine does go well with dragon steak.

"For dessert I had a selection of pastries with cream prepared. Clarice is, unfortunately, hopeless with pastries. However, she has an assistant who makes up for her lack. The only problem is that the curtain rises shortly, so we can either rush or have it after the performance. I could have it couriered there, but I'd look terribly undignified with pastry cream on my lip in public."

*Wendlyn softly wipes her lips and places the napkin on the table*

"This is such a fine evening. Those pastries sound delish but I do think after the preformance would be better, I am quite full right now. I think they would be a welcomed treat after the preformance. I am honored you allowing us to have an embassy upon your lands. We will allow you also to build one if you so wish it in my Queendom. It would Honor us greatly. And of course I would have to stop in for a few of these steak dinners every so often." she says with a smile on her lips.

"Lets hurry if the preformance is as great as this meal was I may wish this night to never end." she giggles lightly

Treznor wipes his mouth and stands, offering his arm to Queen Wendlyn once more before leading the way. "Well, I fibbed a bit. Since this is a command performance they won't start without us. But it's a two-hour performance and some of the most influential people in Treznor will be there. I don't want to keep them waiting too long. I prefer to keep up the illusion that I'm a benevolent dictator."

He grins.

*she happily takes his arm again and smiles softly*

"Lead the way good sir. We most nay keep them waiting... to long." she giggles slightly. "A command preformance just for us, I am honored. I do hope you come visit my Queendom one day so I can return the hospitality."

*she smiles as she places her wrist softly onto your arm.*

*BUMPS her hip into the table softly*

Treznor leads the way back to the elevator and pushes the button for service. "I'm always on the lookout for a good vacation. Perhaps when we finish building the embassy, I can swing by for the dedication ceremony."

OOC: Unless you have anything further you wish to do here, I think we've covered all the salient details. Shall we end here?

OOC: that's up to you. I truely had fun with the RP, some of the finest i have seen in a while. We most do this again soon. I had fun looking forward to chatting with you IC and out :D




*Wendlyn smiles as she enters the elevator...*

"Yes I would truely like that, it would be an honor and I could repay the hospitality." Wendlyn says as the doors close.