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((Just to see how many people trust me))

<Letter to all governments in NS>

You are cordially invited to a Diplomatic Reception in the Most Holy Principality of Roania. Drinks will be served. There will be dancing and food. Humanoids and Catpeople only, please.

~The Council of Roania

We will , of course, be sending three diplomats to attend.

Upon recieving the message, the Deceiver ponders humanoid status...

The white limousine pulls up in front of the Palace of the Council. Security is amazingly tight. Polizei and Inquisitors walk about in pairs or threes. Prince Alexander Black and his girlfriend ((I was going to type lover, but I considered what type of nation I run and decided against it. Besides, if anyone's subordinate, it's the prince :o )) Captain Kelly of Phalanix, stood there to greet the visitors.


((I might have to bump this tomorrow to get my allies and enemies aware of this thread.))

Upon recieving the message, the Deceiver ponders humanoid status...


Um... good idea, actually. Your ambassador isn't allowed any where near the palace for some reason.

We will of course be in attendence we have several maters we wish to discuss in great detail with you this would be as good a time as any.

((I'll be basically catching up with devolpments over several threads and catching you up on the Craftworld event))

Mel'Nais Farseer of Home affairs shall arrive in Port Aqua in one hour by the usual route, we will then transport to the reception via Grav Car. It is about time we visited peacefully our friend and Protectorate state Roania, after all. We shall look forward to meeting other delagates at this reception also. May we suggest that any nation that attempts to take advantage of this situation understand that recriminations will fall from Tor Yvresse for any such act.

((These events have nasty habits of doing so after all))

We will be sending a Pilonian delegation.
Due to recent events in other countries however they are coming with a well armed guard escort.

As President Calis is unavailable his brother, Calin shall be sent. He will arrive by plane within hours.

Upon recieving the message, the Deceiver ponders humanoid status...

Um... good idea, actually. Your ambassador isn't allowed any where near the palace for some reason.

Upon hearing that the Ambassador has not been invited, we have decided to send a Special Envoy to Roania for the occasion. We only regret that Princeps Kopinski could not go in person, but he has dispatched a long standing personal friend. In fact, we believe that certain Roanians may also be familiar with him.

His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty the Emperor Andreus I would like to send his daughter Her Imperial Highness the Princess Anna. However, since she is only 17, Her Imperial Highness will be escorted by Sir Constantine the Hardy, the Emperor's personal champion, to ensure her safety.

Sir Michael Phocas, Knight of the Order of the Pantocrator
Minister for Foreign Affairs
Imperial Government of the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria

Upon recieving the message, the Deceiver ponders humanoid status...

Um... good idea, actually. Your ambassador isn't allowed any where near the palace for some reason.

Upon hearing that the Ambassador has not been invited, we have decided to send a Special Envoy to Roania for the occasion. We only regret that Princeps Kopinski could not go in person, but he has dispatched a long standing personal friend. In fact, we believe that certain Roanians may also be familiar with him.

((You know full well why he isn't allowed near the palace. He's not trusted. And that diagram was the last straw. He could get drunk and then push Edward Black into the water!))

The band struck up the Roanian national anthem as the guests entered.

*MARK* for later participation...

From: The Lady Dante Chablis, Cultural Minister-Federation of Sadwillow
To: The Council of Roania
_____We would be absolutely tickled to join your lovely soiree. The Lady has been sooo delighted by what she has heard about your beautiful land. We will be arriving on board the starcruiser RSV Outreach very soon darlings. I've heard this Black gentleman is absolutely scrumptious.
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I'm not quite a girl, but I'm always a lady.

***So... do you consider a genetically engineered hermaphrodite humanoid?***

((I can hear Cardinal Richelieu going Burn her! It's a witch!))

Edward Black is very happily married.

((I imagine he'll go beserk when he finds out about the special envoy, who has recently been recalled from other work.))

I forgot to mention she/he is going to be escorted by a team of three SFPD goons^h^h^h^h^hguards led by Cash Novella, SFPD-SOG. Burning the Lady would result in some bloodshed, and besides, it would be rude.

Hannibal J. Lector, Director of Protective Services, Federation of Sadwillow.

I forgot to mention she/he is going to be escorted by a team of three SFPD goons^h^h^h^h^hguards led by Cash Novella, SFPD-SOG. Burning the Lady would result in some bloodshed, and besides, it would be rude.

Hannibal J. Lector, Director of Protective Services, Federation of Sadwillow.

((Note to self. Remove all weapons from visitors. Melt them.))

Our most holy Leader, the God Gar Koron, wishes to send as his direct representative Shrrglargd. Shrrglargd was created by Gar Koron to speak in his Holy Voice to the infidels, and hopefully bring them to the light of righteousness.

***Shrrglargd is at least technically humanoid. He is a water golem created for the purpose at the hands of Gar Koron. GK has problems with water too(its about the only thing that can kill him), but, with proper precautions, he would never pass up a chance at a joke like this. Shrrglargd isn't too monstrous when he isn't speaking in the Voice of God. Personality wise he's a giant semi-transparent Barney! :evil: :twisted: :evil:

Shrrglargd is 218 cm tall and masses 150 kg. He is exceedingly difficult to kill even with fire, and if he dies he will splash his attackers and anybody nearby with about 150 liters of water.
Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Ball of Water

((Water? Are you trying to start a war? Fine. Send him. I might just use this thread to get rsvps, and start another thread))

I forgot to mention she/he is going to be escorted by a team of three SFPD goons^h^h^h^h^hguards led by Cash Novella, SFPD-SOG. Burning the Lady would result in some bloodshed, and besides, it would be rude.

Hannibal J. Lector, Director of Protective Services, Federation of Sadwillow.

((Note to self. Remove all weapons from visitors. Melt them.))

***Note to self: must add a picture of Hannibal to my webpage.*** :D

The All-Seeing Eye shall select a cell/subsection among us to verbally communicate with the unjoined such as yourselfs. The Grand Communal Empire of the Devorus Collective looks forward to improving relations.

The All-Seeing Eye
The Grand Communal Empire of the Devorus Collective

Information on Devorus Collective:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=73955

The All-Seeing Eye shall select a cell/subsection among us to verbally communicate with the unjoined such as yourselfs. The Grand Communal Empire of the Devorus Collective looks forward to improving relations.

[i] The All-Seeing Eye
The Grand Communal Empire of the Devorus Collective

Information on Devorus Collective:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=73955

Welcome!

Alright already, no need for war!!! Being a god Gar Koron would just godmode anyway :) Not that he needs to, you could kill all his people but I don't think your Inquisitors are equipped to kill GK himself. Think about the end of Leto II's reign, only GK is bigger so it would take more water to drown him. :lol: ROFLMAOUIWMTICMU

Yeah, Peace. Shrrglargd appears to be a perfectly normal, if very large, human being. If you prick him he will bleed. Prodigiously.

Holy water! YAH!

Good. In that case, he's welcome.

Gar Koron created him. Of course its Holy Water! Good that we could get past this misunderstanding. :wink:

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Yes, Sadwillow?


This thread will be closing soon, getting names down. Actual RP will occur soon.

Ravenspire will send a delegate.

Alaric Morgannan
Chief Diplomat

Ravenspire will send a delegate.

Alaric Morgannan
Chief Diplomat

Okay.

By the way... the second there is violence of any sort, the perpetrators will be returned to their homeland.

In 15 seperate boxes.

Calin strode calmly out of the flight terminal and into the luggage area. After 20 minutes of waiting for his luggae to turn up he finally located it. He wasn't sure whether there was a prearranged ride or if he would have to get a taxi. He didn't particularly mind. He dragged his lugage to the front of the airport where he scanned the crowd for any signs of a ride.

A group of Polizei stopped in front of him. "You here for the reception?"

"Yes I am. I am Calin brother to the President of Assington."

"Excellent. The mag-train is just around the corner. We'll take you there."

Calin grabbed his lugage and followed the Polizei to the mag-train.

"So how far away is the palace?"

"5 minutes by Mag-train. Walk and it'd take a while. Are you claustrophobic? The only entrances open are the subterranean ones, Prince Calin."

Three Austarian Diplomats are being sent to this event.

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The Staff Grav Car was a wonderous sight as it cut through the Roanian Countryside, making rapid turns till it started to approach the Capital and the slowing down some what, now it wa just breaking the speed limit for most vecihcles. Of course with a Trained eldar Pilot at the wheel this was irrelvent it could still stop and make turns faster than most vechicles going below the Speed limit. Besides it could also, well float around small obstructions so, it made little differance.

Inside Mel'Nais sat unconcerned as they arrived at the reception and she stood and exited the Car, behind her came her new constant companion a Dragon Droid, that served as her Bodygaurd, it's wings flapping as it looked with cold eyes at any that dared approach it's mistress without permission.

She cut a striking figure, the Black Robes where tinged with the occasional Rune sown onto them, and a Few Gemstones where placed with great care about her person each adding to the majesty of those around them, Without ever being garish.

She strode down and into the reception with the ease of one born to rule, and looked about her with penertrating eyes looking deep into a person soul almost.

Prince Alexander strode forward and bowed. "Honored Eldar, my father sends his regrets that he can't meet you personally. He no longer walks very well."

Our diplomats have been sent with minimal bodyguard protection. We wish to trust Roania.

((AU, I don't know whether to be impressed or amused. They may come, certainly))

The AU government humbly thanks the Roanian Government.

Prince Alexander strode forward and bowed. "Honored Eldar, my father sends his regrets that he can't meet you personally. He no longer walks very well."

Nodding in response, she refused to curtsy but the nod carried a fair measure of respect in it anyway, she smiled slightly, 'I perfectly understand young Prince, and am Glad to be here, you have a fine city here.'

Looking around her she smiled, 'and I see a fine reception lays ahead of us, excellent, I look forward to the night ahead.'

Calin grinned.

"I've got no problem with small spaces. And it's just Calin. There is no royalty in Assington. Just a democratically elected President."

A cloaked figure strolled down the ramp of the smallish gravship, thinking to themself about the general unfairness of the assignment, and cursing their miserable superior. On closer examination she was a female human, about five foot something with black hair obscured by a cowel. A sense of uneasiness travelled like a the wake of a ship in front of her, an instincutal awareness that could not be truly placed.

She looked up and around, searching for some form transport to be provided - her eyes were quite unnerving, like something put in by a taxidermist, staring and dead, they were set like jewels in deathly pale skin.

She truly looked forward to meeting the Roanian leaders - possibly the only consolation of this asignment.

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'Grand Duchess' Van Vogt.
Special Envoy of the Confederacy

Calin grinned.

"I've got no problem with small spaces. And it's just Calin. There is no royalty in Assington. Just a democratically elected President."

The polizei stare at each-other blankly. "Um, right you are, sir... only I don't mean sir, of course." The mag-train pulled into the palace substation. An Inquisitor steps in front of the door.

"All weapons are to be given to me. We have seen what happens in other nations, and it's not going to happen here."

Roania wrote:
Prince Alexander strode forward and bowed. "Honored Eldar, my father sends his regrets that he can't meet you personally. He no longer walks very well."


Nodding in response, she refused to curtsy but the nod carried a fair measure of respect in it anyway, she smiled slightly, 'I perfectly understand young Prince, and am Glad to be here, you have a fine city here.'

Looking around her she smiled, 'and I see a fine reception lays ahead of us, excellent, I look forward to the night ahead.'

"Indeed. Right this way. Will you be speaking to Lord Devian first, or my father?"

A cloaked figure strolled down the ramp of the smallish gravship, thinking to themself about the general unfairness of the assignment, and cursing their miserable superior. On closer examination she was a female human, about five foot something with black hair obscured by a cowel. A sense of uneasiness travelled like a the wake of a ship in front of her, an instincutal awareness that could not be truly placed.

She looked up and around, searching for some form transport to be provided - her eyes were quite unnerving, like something put in by a taxidermist, staring and dead, they were set like jewels in deathly pale skin.

She truly looked forward to meeting the Roanian leaders - possibly the only consolation of this asignment.

http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/iimperium/vogt1.jpg

'Grand Duchess' Van Vogt.
Special Envoy of the Confederacy

A group of polizei waited until there was about 20 of them, and then they moved. "Um, hello. Are you here for the reception?"

A group of Novistrainans walked up to the door.

And Knocked

"Hello? Is this the Roanian reception? We are from the Republic of Novistraina"

Several RA-87s pointed out at them. A voice sounded. "Drop all weapons."

'Your Father but summon Devien we will discuss what we need to discuss with him present, he will be a part of these talks.'

'Your Father but summon Devien we will discuss what we need to discuss with him present, he will be a part of these talks.'

"Right this way then, honored lady." Alexander walked to the head table, beckoning the eldar to follow. He whispered into his father's ear.

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Edward Black looked at her. He smiled and whispered to an aide. The aide ran off to find Devian. Alexander went to his own seat and started to talk urgently to Kelly.

((Do you have a pic I can use? I was using Legolas, but it doesn't really work unless he's trying to look like a menelmacari.))

"My son tells me that you are the Yvressan delegate." Edward Black said in a strained, cracked voice.

[He hasn't aged well, and the stress of recent times is slowly killing him]

A group of polizei waited until there was about 20 of them, and then they moved. "Um, hello. Are you here for the reception?"

"No, I'm here for the wonderful sea air," she said - her voice dripping with sarcasm, "of course I'm here for the reception." She picked one of them out of the crowd, and extended a finger in his direction "You! Bring me transport..."

http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/iimperium/vogt1.jpg

'Grand Duchess' Van Vogt.
Special Envoy of the Confederacy

Calin reached into his jacket and withdrew two diamond blades and gave them to the inquisitor.

"These are the only weapons I have brought with me."

A group of polizei waited until there was about 20 of them, and then they moved. "Um, hello. Are you here for the reception?"

"No, I'm here for the wonderful sea air," she said - her voice dripping with sarcasm, "of course I'm here for the reception." She picked one of them out of the crowd, and extended a finger in his direction "You! Bring me transport..."

http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/iimperium/vogt1.jpg

'Grand Duchess' Van Vogt.
Special Envoy of the Confederacy

"Yes, m'lady." They ran off and commandeered an RDY hoverlimo. "Climb in."
((I can forsee an evening of her requesting permission for a swim.))

Calin reached into his jacket and withdrew two diamond blades and gave them to the inquisitor.

"These are the only weapons I have brought with me."

"Right this way, then, Prince- What is it, man?" The Inquisitor asked the Polizei. The worried man whispered into his ear. The Inquisitor's expression became one of puzzlement, under his helmet. "Right. Right this way, Master Calin."

"Yes, m'lady." They ran off and commandeered an RDY hoverlimo. "Climb in."
((I can forsee an evening of her requesting permission for a swim.))

"It's 'Your Grace'" she shouted after him. Then she climbed in and sat down in the vehicle.

((Hardly, she has things to thank Mr Edward Black for first, and then she'd like to speak with the Inquisition. Remember the dragon. As I said, it can be recalled at short notice, particularly when the Deceiver thinks it's amusing...

I managed to avoid the line "You - no you're too repulsive - YOU!"))

Calin noticed his new title but thought if they want to be so formal he won't get in their way. He follows the inquisitor.

(TC, I didn't know you were british. Long live Blackadder! Quite frankly, the Polizei are used to that treatment at the hands of their betters)

The hoverlimo drove off at dangerous speeds.


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The Inquisitor led Calin to the reception, which was in the 'polite conversation' stage.

((A Roanian can't get his mind around the concept of democracy. By definition, some people are better than others))

(TC, I didn't know you were british. Long live Blackadder! Quite frankly, the Polizei are used to that treatment at the hands of their betters)

OOC: Yup. Incidentally, noble titles are given out on a merit basis and aren't inherited in the Confederacy. Hence Confederates with titles tend to be ueber arrogent they actually deserve better treatment than everyone else, and they have the evidence to prove it.

(TC, I didn't know you were british. Long live Blackadder! Quite frankly, the Polizei are used to that treatment at the hands of their betters)

OOC: Yup. Incidentally, noble titles are given out on a merit basis and aren't inherited in the Confederacy. Hence Confederates with titles tend to be ueber arrogent they actually deserve better treatment than everyone else.

Considering that their betters includes everyone in the military, all of the nobles, the priests, the rich, and the Inquisition, the polizei are only able to be cruel to ordinary people.

'Your Father but summon Devien we will discuss what we need to discuss with him present, he will be a part of these talks.'

"Right this way then, honored lady." Alexander walked to the head table, beckoning the eldar to follow. He whispered into his father's ear.

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Edward Black looked at her. He smiled and whispered to an aide. The aide ran off to find Devian. Alexander went to his own seat and started to talk urgently to Kelly.

((Do you have a pic I can use? I was using Legolas, but it doesn't really work unless he's trying to look like a menelmacari.))

"My son tells me that you are the Yvressan delegate." Edward Black said in a strained, cracked voice.

[He hasn't aged well, and the stress of recent times is slowly killing him]

Att: Tor

Nodding 'Indeed that would be myself, first may I offer the personal condolences of Tor Yvresse on your recent loss, although we gave such at the time, I feel I should give it again in person. Later we will have busisness to discuss, important busisness that I feel we have fallen behind in, but that can wait till after the reception. After all it may take some time.'


((OOC Okay in relity I have to decide just how much to tell you Ro in Char too little and you'll know we are holding back too much may give the wrong impression. We have to remain after all enigmatic))

"Of course." Edward Black sat down slowly. Dean and Edmund looked at him.

"Are you all right, Eddy?" Dean asked.

He waved them off.


Warlock Devian entered the room. He walked over to the woman. "Hello. I suppose you are here because of..."

The Confederacy ambassador reaches the palace.

She stepped down from the vehicle, and looked around. The familiar feeling associated with Eldar was everywhere. Stepping forward, she decided to get it done as quickly as possible. 'you can't kill anyone who doesn't try to kill you' she remembered 'what kind of an order is that...'

Several Inquisitors block her path. "Drop all weapons, please."

((It's up to you if they're agents or not.))

Calin observed his surroundings as he was lead out of the sub station.

"These are impressive facilities you have here."

Calin observed his surroundings as he was lead out of the sub station.

"These are impressive facilities you have here."

"Thank you, Master Calin." The Inquisitor opened a door, and beckoned him inside.

'I suppose your here about...'
Cutting the Warlock of the Farseer smiled 'The Incident, the Crime indeed. That will be covered the Fallens sins revealed in part, and our plans. in more detail.'

Casting around her the Farseer shivered, feeling the taint of the star God's presence as a Blinding headache pulsed in her mind... 'He's here, the presence from Mars... be on your guard Warlock.'

Calin passed through the door and immediately took in his surroundings. He had been pretty stressed out from work lately and this was exactly the kind of job he enjoyed.

"Yes, Farseer. Um, how much am I to tell them?" He leaned closer. "Speaking frankly, Farseer, I feel that they don't need to know much of anything." His gaze went to Edward. "And I don't know if he could survive this."

Several Inquisitors block her path. "Drop all weapons, please."

((It's up to you if they're agents or not.))

She smiles humourlessly, and brushes back the cloak, revealing a long sword sheated at her hip. She takes it out and drops it onto the ground, where, much to the inquisitors surprise, it melts and runs into the gutter. (Where it immediately dissapears) She lets the cloak fall back over her hip, and brushes past them, a new sword discretely appearing under the cloak, although it is only for show, she can happily make knives and stabbing weapons from any part of her body at whim.

The Inquisitors stare at the gutter. "Get someone into the under-city. Find that sword!"

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Duke Leopold Darquis greets her. "Hello. I am the Chief of Foriegn Affairs, Duke Leopold Darquis. And you are?"

"Yes, Farseer. Um, how much am I to tell them?" He leaned closer. "Speaking frankly, Farseer, I feel that they don't need to know much of anything." His gaze went to Edward. "And I don't know if he could survive this."

'Agreed Warlock, let us give them the bare bones, enough to let our protectorate know something is occuring without overly worrying them. After all we have not finalised our official response yet, why worry them until then.'

"Yes, Farseer. Um, how much am I to tell them?" He leaned closer. "Speaking frankly, Farseer, I feel that they don't need to know much of anything." His gaze went to Edward. "And I don't know if he could survive this."

'Agreed Warlock, let us give them the bare bones, enough to let our protectorate know something is occuring without overly worrying them. After all we have not finalised our official response yet, why worry them until then.'

"Indeed. Also, a personal favor. As you can see, CRO Black is old and weak. It might be wise to start training his son. Personally, I feel that Prince Alexander might be too... honorable to maintain the same sort of rule his father has. I had great hopes for the princess, but..." Devian didn't think he needed to finish that sentence. "It's only that Edward is declining before us, and I don't think we can stop it. He has lost the will to live."

Calin turned back to the inquisitor.

"When does the reception start?"

Calin turned back to the inquisitor.

"When does the reception start?"

"Ah, you're too smart for me, young sir." The inquisitor removed his helmet. Cardinal Richelieu blinked in the light. "Now, the CRO asked me to find out Assington's position on Roania before I let you in there. Don't know why." The old man sat down heavily.

Calin had expected something like this. He also sat down.

"As you know we do not have an official alliance but Assington holds no hostilities towards Roania. We have a friendly foreign policy and hope to keep our relations in line with our policy."

"Excellent. Very good. There was something else... but I can't think of it. Go and enjoy the reception, young sir. It's right through that door."

Calin grinned.

"That's good. I suppose I'll see you later? If you remember whatever else it is you want to know feel free to ask."

"Eh. I'll be fine, young man. Nothing goes on here that I don't know."

'Then he will have to have it returned to him. As it is, I admire Honour, but it has it's place, see what you can do with the prince, try to teach him when Honour is needed and when it is not. The Impression of Honesty after all is an imprtant tool. I recommend introducing him to a Mon-Keigh scholar, Machievelli his works, may.... push the prince the direction we need him to move.'

'Then he will have to have it returned to him. As it is, I admire Honour, but it has it's place, see what you can do with the prince, try to teach him when Honour is needed and when it is not. The Impression of Honesty after all is an imprtant tool. I recommend introducing him to a Mon-Keigh scholar, Machievelli his works, may.... push the prince the direction we need him to move.'

Return it to him? How? The warlock thought, not guarding his mind. "Very well. Now, they have an interesting collection of Eldar wine here. Shall we?"


((Almost done))

"Fair enough."

Calin got up and wandered into the room where the reception was being held. He immediately located the drinks and aquired himself a glass of whatever it was they were serving.

"Fair enough."

Calin got up and wandered into the room where the reception was being held. He immediately located the drinks and aquired himself a glass of whatever it was they were serving.

A young woman walked over to him. "Pardon me, but are you going to drink that? It's not that good." She turned to the bartender. "Give the prince a real drink."

The bartender grumbled and pulled out a wine bottle.

We shall see, just watch and wait, It may well be the answer shall reveal itself within time. The reply led back.
'Indeed a Glass of wine would be welcome, let us go and see what we shall see, perhaps the Dragon himself.'

At that time she (They're asexual AFAIK, so for the moment, it's a she) was introducing herself to Duke Leopold Darquis ;

"I am Grand Duchess Shurba van Vogt, a pleasure to meet you I am certain." she said, extending her hand. "I have heard much about your nation, and I am particularly interested in your religion." she said, attempting a smile, but getting the expression ever so slightly wrong, and grimmacing instead.

Calin put down his drink and accepted some wine from the bartender.

"So what was I about to drink that is so bad?"

"RSV Outreach to Roanian ATC. We are on final approach."

The 230 foot long spacecraft settled heavily on the landing field, its steam jets stirring up a cloud of dust. For a time all was silent as the dust settled slowly about the ship. Finally a port opens under the bow of the ship and two figures step out onto the dry soil of Roania.

"This dry air is doing simply terrible things for my complexion. I so look forward to a bath once we get settled in," Dante Chablis gripped 'her' hat to her head as a strong breeze tried to pull it off. The bugle beads on her evening gown rattled in the wind.

Her bodyguard Cash Novella looked at her with veiled disgust. "This is Roania, Lady Chablis. There will be no bath until we get off this planet. They're also pretty religious here, from what I've heard. I wouldn't suggest using your 'wiles' on the local autarch or whatever. I don't have enough guns to get us out if you piss these people off like you did those Mormons," Novella looked around, "I'm guessing there'll be some sort of reception comittee."

The Pilonese Ambassador finally lands on the planet.
As the guards start to slip out he rolled his eyes at them.
"Why did the wise counsel change their policy on foreign diplomats needing protection again?"
The grim captain looked at him and repeated what he had already told the man fifteen times so far on the trip.
"Our most respected Ambassador, Teran Simber, was recently murdered by an assassin in Diablo NL and now our foreign policy requires an armed escort at all times."
After assuming a protection formation around the Ambassador they headed off towards the Palace.

Calin put down his drink and accepted some wine from the bartender.

"So what was I about to drink that is so bad?"

"Resi Corporation beer. We buy it, but only so we don't hurt their feelings. Generally, we use it as a drain cleaner." The girl sat down beside him.


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The Pilonese Ambassador finally lands on the planet.
As the guards start to slip out he rolled his eyes at them.
"Why did the wise counsel change their policy on foreign diplomats needing protection again?"
The grim captain looked at him and repeated what he had already told the man fifteen times so far on the trip.
"Our most respected Ambassador, Teran Simber, was recently murdered by an assassin in Diablo NL and now our foreign policy requires an armed escort at all times."
After assuming a protection formation around the Ambassador they headed off towards the Palace.

20 heavily armored Polizei stopped them. "Your weapons will not be needed here. Drop them. They will be returned to you at the end of the reception." Behind them, 150 more patrolled the area around the palace. Within, Inquisitors carefully maintained order.

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RSV Outreach to Roanian ATC. We are on final approach."

The 230 foot long spacecraft settled heavily on the landing field, its steam jets stirring up a cloud of dust. For a time all was silent as the dust settled slowly about the ship. Finally a port opens under the bow of the ship and two figures step out onto the dry soil of Roania.

"This dry air is doing simply terrible things for my complexion. I so look forward to a bath once we get settled in," Dante Chablis gripped 'her' hat to her head as a strong breeze tried to pull it off. The bugle beads on her evening gown rattled in the wind.

Her bodyguard Cash Novella looked at her with veiled disgust. "This is Roania, Lady Chablis. There will be no bath until we get off this planet. They're also pretty religious here, from what I've heard. I wouldn't suggest using your 'wiles' on the local autarch or whatever. I don't have enough guns to get us out if you piss these people off like you did those Mormons," Novella looked around, "I'm guessing there'll be some sort of reception comittee."

"And you'd be right." Several armed guards walked out of the ATC building. "Drop all weapons. And come with us."

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At that time she (They're asexual AFAIK, so for the moment, it's a she) was introducing herself to Duke Leopold Darquis ;

"I am Grand Duchess Shurba van Vogt, a pleasure to meet you I am certain." she said, extending her hand. "I have heard much about your nation, and I am particularly interested in your religion." she said, attempting a smile, but getting the expression ever so slightly wrong, and grimmacing instead.


"You'd be asking the wrong person, than. I don't bother with religion. Please, step this way. And do give my regards to the Deciever when you next meet him."

Calin also sat down.

"I see. Thanks for saving me."

Calin put out his hand in greeting.

"I'm Calin from Assington."

"Karolyn Von Klyke, daughter of Director Bruno Von Klyke of Roania Pharmaceuticals."

"I'm brother to the President so I usually do a fair bit of diplomatic stuff."

Calin took a sip of his wine.

"So what do you do for fun around here?"

"Drink, go hiking, watch sport teams, hunt." Caroline smiled. "And a few other things, but most other people don't find them fun. Or they're not polite to mention."

Empress Marina Vladiovna Romanova of Flamazon descends from the private Flamazonian aircraft. Dressed in the most recent imperial fashion and wearing an elaborate White gold crown encrusted with saphires and diamonds, the matching navy blue gown makes her look almost like divinity. "I am not afraid of anything or anyone." She mutters. Choosing to leave all of her attendants and other security staff in Flamazon, the young woman proceeds on her own. At the front of the building she finds a man waiting. Who could this be?...

OOC:It's... an Inquisitor!

"Please drop all weapons. All of them." The Inquisitor stated, looking at the invitation list. "Empress Marina Vladiovna Romanova?" He asked.

Surprised that he knew who she was she quickly composed herself to her usual cool and formal state. Yes it I the Empress of Flamazon. May I enter? I received a personal invitation from Earl Gray. It seems as though the security here is very tight? I wonder why that is? Could it be that m'lord's nation is not quite as safe as Flamazon? I hope things go well.

"Earl Gray? He's inside. No loud noises, please. CRO Black is very ill."

"I'm a bit of a hunter and hiker myself. Although I haven't had much time to do anything lately because of my current workload."

"I'm a bit of a hunter and hiker myself. Although I haven't had much time to do anything lately because of my current workload."

"Pity. Besides, much of our wildlife requires military grade weapons to destroy." Karolyn gave him the once-over. "Besides, your brother probably wouldn't like it if you got eaten by Dire Wolves."

The Empress stepped inside and was astonished by the splendor inside. "Very beautiful indeed." She whispered. Marina motioned the announcer over and gave the order to be announced as the Empress of Flamazon. "Ahem... Ladies and Gentlemen, Empress Marina Vladiovna Romanova of Flamazon has arrived." She majestically descended down the staircase, carefully sliding her hand on the rail and keeping her head held high as the rest of the delegates and other guests stared. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Do any of you know where I may be able to find the most honorable Earl Gray?" An elderly man in his late fifties waved to the left. The Empress saw a young and very handsome man looking directly at her and their eyes met. Could that be him? She then decided to raise her cup to her lips. Ahh Flamazonian Vodka is always so very refreshing! Too bad they don't have that here instead of this Resi drain cleaner. I think I'll wait until HE comes to me, it is only proper that way.

"Dean, that empress is here." Edmund whispered to him.

"Thanks." Dean looked around. "Cover for me, will you?"

Edmund winked and moved into his seat, making polite chit-chat with the NOD ambassador.

((I suppose Dean does look young. Roanians can, if left alone, live for 200 years thanks to their genetic manipulation and medication. He is around 55, but he looks 37. It takes great stress to make a Roanian start looking his age))

I wonder if he's ever going to come welcome me? The Empress began to feel slightly uncomfortable...she didn't really know anyone here. Oh why did I come? To be left alone and humiliated? No! No one treats the daughter of Vladimir Romanov like this, it's time to take action!

"M'lady? Mind if I have the pleasure of this dance?" Dean Gray asked her, eyes twinkling.

:oops: Is it really you Earl Gray? I am glad to finally meet you in person.
Yes I would be honored to grant you this dance. As the Earl extended his arm to the young woman she looked straight into his eyes and delicately took it and following the gallant gentleman to the center of the dancefloor.

"Please, just call me Dean. Or Earl Dean. Or CIO Dean. But not Earl Gray. Sounds like I'm some sort of tea." He danced her into the centre of the floor.


((Damn. I've just been informed I have to leave. I'll see if I can get on this afternoon, but I doubt it. If not, c'ya monday.))

:D Certainly Earl. I see that you are a man with an excellents sense of humor! And they kept on dancing the waltz slowly while softly conversing.

"I'm a bit of a hunter and hiker myself. Although I haven't had much time to do anything lately because of my current workload."

"Pity. Besides, much of our wildlife requires military grade weapons to destroy." Karolyn gave him the once-over. "Besides, your brother probably wouldn't like it if you got eaten by Dire Wolves."

Calin grinned.

"At some times I think he'd feed me to the wolves himself. There aren't too many animals in Assington that require the big guns to take out. There are the select nasty ones of course."

20 heavily armored Polizei stopped them. "Your weapons will not be needed here. Drop them. They will be returned to you at the end of the reception." Behind them, 150 more patrolled the area around the palace. Within, Inquisitors carefully maintained order.


The guards stop when approached by the Polizei. "We do not carry weapons with us, we have no weapons on our person."
None of the guards are carrying any guns or other weapons of any type.
"We don't need weapons to be armed."

Novella looked around, "I'm guessing there'll be some sort of reception comittee."

"And you'd be right." Several armed guards walked out of the ATC building. "Drop all weapons. And come with us."
***Grrr...

"I am sorry," said Cash Novella, "I do not wish to cause trouble, but, as the ministers bodyguard, I am duty-bound to retain my weaponry. This is not to attack you nor to defend my charge from you. Your nation's honor should be sufficient for that. My weaponry is to defend the minister from others that might be wont to cause trouble. If you can not handle me armed, then I can not trust in your ability to defend my charge. I keep the weapons, or I leave with the minister," Novella stood very still and locked eyes with the senior Roanian guard.

The Lady stepped between the two men, "Stop this silliness at once. Novella, darling, give them your weapons!"

"Minister, never call me darling. As your bodyguard, I can not relinquish my weaponry, even at the minister's command," he looked back at the guard as if dismissing Chablis.

"Pity. Besides, much of our wildlife requires military grade weapons to destroy." Karolyn gave him the once-over. "Besides, your brother probably wouldn't like it if you got eaten by Dire Wolves."

Calin grinned.

"At some times I think he'd feed me to the wolves himself. There aren't too many animals in Assington that require the big guns to take out. There are the select nasty ones of course."[/quote]

"Heh. Pity that someone as cute as you is treated so horribly." Karolyn said, smiling.

The guards stop when approached by the Polizei. "We do not carry weapons with us, we have no weapons on our person."
None of the guards are carrying any guns or other weapons of any type.
"We don't need weapons to be armed."

"Very well. Follow us." The polizei walk off in the direction of the palace.


"I am sorry," said Cash Novella, "I do not wish to cause trouble, but, as the ministers bodyguard, I am duty-bound to retain my weaponry. This is not to attack you nor to defend my charge from you. Your nation's honor should be sufficient for that. My weaponry is to defend the minister from others that might be wont to cause trouble. If you can not handle me armed, then I can not trust in your ability to defend my charge. I keep the weapons, or I leave with the minister," Novella stood very still and locked eyes with the senior Roanian guard.

The Lady stepped between the two men, "Stop this silliness at once. Novella, darling, give them your weapons!"

"Minister, never call me darling. As your bodyguard, I can not relinquish my weaponry, even at the minister's command," he looked back at the guard as if dismissing Chablis.

"Your attention to duty is to be commended. However, no one else has any weapons. It would be a sign of favouritism. You may keep one concealed weapon."

OOC: I will not miss this RP. I will not miss this RP. I will not...

Did I just miss this RP as well?

No. Send someone. Without a weapon, or there will be trouble.

"Very well," Novella begins removing weapons from his person: a gammalaser pistol, a gauss PDW, a surprisingly compact plasma BFG, several shuriken and a very large, vicious looking knife. "I'm going to keep my father's pistol however," he quickly displays the small 7.2mm auto-pistol he had in his shoulder holster, then conceals it again.

"Well now that we're past this macho pissing contest, can we get on with the party," as 'she' passes Novella, Chablis shoots him a very dirty look. This twit better not screw up my mission, she thinks to herself, I swear, I will feed him to a sea monster. The Lady swishes imperiously up to the Roanian guards and offers her hand to the tallest one.

"Lady Chablis, of Sadwillow, right?" The Inquisitor said. Ignoring her hand, she led the two Sadwillians to the palace.

President Nova Starfighter (the last name should be familiar) will come (he's my main RP guy), but out of tradition and security, especially in the wake of the Chaotic Era, he has to be able to bring his Sword of Seals.

President Nova Starfighter (the last name should be familiar) will come (he's my main RP guy), but out of tradition and security, especially in the wake of the Chaotic Era, he has to be able to bring his Sword of Seals.

((Damn... it's a good thing Kigari is busy.))

Fine. We'll peacebond it.

Thanks. We greatly appreciate it. ^_^

Nova Starfighter entered the Palace, stricken by its splendor and beauty. "Impressive. Truly amazing. From what I've heard from Kiro, this place was a fanatical land. And perhaps it is..."

And what of that woman the captain reported about? The Roanian High Inquisitor... wasn't her name Kigari? I'll have to meet her eventually...

"Greetings, Lord Starfighter. We've been expecting you." Several inquisitors bowed before him. "I'm afraid you must hand us your weapon, temporarily. After we peace-bond it, we'll return it to you."

"Thank you. But what process is this peace bonding?"

The weapon fell from his side. When he tried to pick it up, he found he couldn't. "We will put into your sheathe for you." They pick it up and return it to his side.

"Heh. Effective. But will it still work in combat post-party?"

"Of course, m'lord. The reception is through that door."

"Okay. Thank you. Um... you wouldn't know where a Ms. Kigari is?

The sargeant stared at him. "Inquisitor Kigari is with her partner, Inquisitor Darquis, at this moment in time."

"Indeed. In that case, I'll just, uh, go to the party..."

"Wise decision." After the president had left, 'he' removed his helmet. "I hate HOPLITE3 armor." Kigari said, crossly.

"Well, why are you wearing it, then?" The other inquisitors asked.

"Because I hate Kiro and his family more."

OOC: That's not very nice... The time may come when she owes her life to Nova...

IC: Nova entered the party, and light immediately blinded his eyes. I've been in outer space for too long...

OOC: Maybe... but Roanians hold grudges for a while.

IC: "Ah, President Starfighter. How nice to see you." Grand Inquisitor Richelieu said, smiling.

OOC: What did Kiro do to piss her off? She wasn't so hostile when she was checking up on the Tallgeese...

IC: "Thank you. It's an honor meeting you, sir." (also smiling)

OOC: The slightest thing. Actually, she expected him to show up. That could be it. And if Roanians know one thing, it's how to pick their time. Maybe it's the fact he didn't help Roania out with the slavers, or the terrorists.

IC: "Hmph." Kigari said. Simon smiled at her.

"What?"

"Are you angry because of Kiro, or because he's not here?"

OOC: Hate to meet a bunch of Roanians in a dark alley...

OOC: Hate to meet a bunch of Roanians in a dark alley...

OOC: That can be arranged...


IC: "So, why don't you go in there?" Simon said, smiling. Before Kigari could object, he pushed her in there.

(OOC: So... uh... what do I do? Do I RP Kigari or continue with Nova?)

OOC: Do both.

IC: "Kigari? What are you doing here?" Cardinal Richelieu glared at her.

"So, you are Miss Kigari? I am delighted to meet you. My name is Nova Starfighter." (still smiling)

Kigari now had to answer to both Richelieu and Nova. A bit too briefly, she explained, "I was just here to check on the guests." After returning Nova's greeting, she rushed out of the hall. I'll get Simon for that... and Nova too...

"Whoah, Kigari. Where are you going? You deserve a break. For the past few years it's all been work, work, work." Simon looked her over. "Then again, wearing male battle armor isn't going to make a positive impression..."

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"My apologies, President Starfighter. Honestly don't know what came over her."

"Did she do something wrong?"

"Not as far as I know..." Cardinal Richelieu said.

((Is Nova married?))

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"Simon, you will owe me for this."

"Hey, Kigari, just trying to help. Now get in there. Rachel can take your shift." Simon looked around. "Now, I better disapear before my father sees me."

OOC: Nope. Almost no one in the high parts of government is... and that's due to pure chance.

IC: "Then why apologise?" (seriously confused)

Rihelieu stared at Nova. "Sorry?"

They were spared any more incomprehension by the sight of Kigari being pushed inside by several other Inquisitors. She blushed. "Um, my apologies for my behavior, Mr. Starfighter."

"No apologies necessary, I think... I feel that anyone should come and go as they please in public places..."

"No apologies necessary, I think... I feel that anyone should come and go as they please in public places..."

"Do you? What an odd concept. What are these... public places you speak of?" Richelieu walked off.

Kigari coughed nervously.

(muttering) "That was... a disaster..."

(turns to Kigari) Uh..... so..... uh..... you are Miss Kigari? I've heard you've met my little brother, Kiro...

(muttering) "That was... a disaster..."

(turns to Kigari) Uh..... so..... uh..... you are Miss Kigari? I've heard you've met my little brother, Kiro...

Kigari turned a dark red. "Yes... I've met him, twice." She looked at the ball. "Tell me, do you dance?"

*starts to blush* "Yes, yes I do... Um... would you like to, uh... *redness intensifies* dance with me?"

"I would be honored." Kigari said, giving him the once-over.

Nova appeared to be very relieved; however, this was unexplicable, as he had not gone to the bathroom in that brief period of time.

"Thank you..." With that, Nova escorted Kigari to the dance floor and began to... well, dance.

OOC: For someone who holds a grudge a long time, she got over it very quickly... and is that a pic of Britney Spears?

OOC: Her grudge is with Kiro...

IC: "Tell me, what do you know of Roania, Nova?"

Calin also smiled.

"It isn't that bad. Just the whole sibling rivalry thing. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

The Pilonese delegation follows the Polezei.

Calin also smiled.

"It isn't that bad. Just the whole sibling rivalry thing. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No, but I always thought I'd like some." Karolyn said.


The Pilonese delegation follows the Polezei.

"Inside here, sirs." The door slid open, revealing the grand ball room.

The young Empress Marina Vladiovna Romanova of Flamazon angrily...no furiously goes up to Earl Dean Gray and pulls him over to a corner where no one will disturb them. "Dean! pardon me...I meant to say Earl, what is happening with the religious conference!? I have been informed by my sister Elena that the issues she brought to the cardinals are being ignored. She said something about having to wait?! This is absolutely horrible! You have no idea of what catastrophic things will happen in my Empire if I do not fix one of these issues at once! My husband the ruler of Ryanania is threatning to take HALF of my Empire! If we don't get a divorce by the end of this month all will be lost to me! Do you understand that? There must be something you can do or instruct your representative to do in order to help me! I can't and will not allow that bastard to posses what rightfully belongs to the Romanovs....oh yes and the people of our Empire of course :oops: . That is why I was so eager in coming here to speak of business to you as well as other matters. What say you? May I find some sort of support from you your excellency? Or will I be alone in all of this? :cry:" Struggling to stay strong and composed the Empress' eyes try but can't avoid filling with tears. Quickly she turns away so as to avoid the man's gaze. With a quivering voice she pleads, "Master Gray, please say you will help me." and with that she can't help but embrace him and begin to weep.

"I think it's worth having at least one sibling to grow up with. Even if they can be a pain at times. So what is it like being an only child?"

"Um, well... I'll see what I can do. But I was told that there was a Conference of Cardinals next month. Besides, the real cardinal is here. The delegates we sent are... what's the word, on the tip of my tongue... Face Dancers, with power to act for the Cardinal." Dean smiled. "But, I can get one of the priests here to annul your marriage. Is your husband around?"

:cry: No he is not as we prefer not to see each other anymore...would it be possible to annul the marriage without him here?

"Um, it's morally shaky."

OOC: Out of curiousity, are you Russian?

:D OOC: Why do you ask m'lord? :wink: yes actually i'm PART Russian you?

Out Of Character: Heh. Dean's not asking, I (Roania's player) am. Don't tug your forelock to me. That's anathema to my fascist ideals. I have no idea what I am. 1/2 Polish, probably a bit of English, German. I live in Australia, though.

In Character: "M'lady, your husband has to be present for you to get a divorce."

:? OOC: Are you really fascist?! And I um :oops: sort of combined the IC and OOC sorry. Your ancestry is umm interesting I suppose.

IC: Can I kill him? :wink:

OOC: another aussie..... kinda.... 8)

:? OOC: Are you really fascist?! And I um :oops: sort of combined the IC and OOC sorry. Your ancestry is umm interesting I suppose.

IC: Can I kill him? :wink:

OOC: No, not really. I just want what is best for humankind. But several people have told me that what I feel is best for humankind is what most other people would call fascism. Let's just say that I answered the nation creating questions honestly.

IC: Dean looked shocked. ((Even though he's had a hand in more assassinations than he can remember)) "You mean... arrange his unfortunate end?"

Do you believe that would be wrong, your excellency? I am not saying that I would do it but what if...?

"I think it's worth having at least one sibling to grow up with. Even if they can be a pain at times. So what is it like being an only child?"

OOC: Perhaps you missed it?????

:? I was an only child for eight years. Now I have three other half-siblings. I'll give you a brief description of how my life changed. I used to get more personal attention/time with my mom and my stepdad would give me an allowance of about $20 each week or two weeks. The house was always fairly quiet and we would go out to do things. Now we're constantly all fighting for one reason or another. There's always noise. I'm ALWAYS broke! :evil: They won't leave me in peace when i'm on the net or doing homework. The house is a mess because of them, I have to clean it up. I am responsible for more things....and we rarely go out because they are uncontrollable and my mom sometimes feels embarrassed at the things they do. Does that answer your question? :wink: :roll:

"I think it's worth having at least one sibling to grow up with. Even if they can be a pain at times. So what is it like being an only child?"

OOC: Perhaps you missed it?????

OOC: Sorry.

IC: "I don't know. I've never had any other siblings."

OOC: Roanians take literalness to extremes.

Do you believe that would be wrong, your excellency? I am not saying that I would do it but what if...?


"I could never condone such an action!" Dean said, self-righteously. "Come, why not contact him and ask him to come here? Or even better, why not declare yourself to be divorced? You are empress, are you not?"

Calin gave a slight smile.


"I see. So what do you do when you're not attending receptions such as this?"

Calin gave a slight smile.


"I see. So what do you do when you're not attending receptions such as this?"

((I am so tempted to say: "Dressing, Undressing... Knitting exotic underwear"))

"Oh, nothing much. Help my father out on business, that type of thing. Nothing that could possibly interest you." She smiled back at him.

"You'd be surprised. Although it doesn't sound too interesting in that brief desciption I'm sure there has to be something in there that is of remote enjoyment. Or am I completely wrong?"

OOC: :lol:

"You'd be surprised. Although it doesn't sound too interesting in that brief desciption I'm sure there has to be something in there that is of remote enjoyment. Or am I completely wrong?"

OOC: :lol:

"Well, I do enjoy doing a better job of running the company then the people who are meant to. A feeling I'm sure someone as handsome and intelligent as you knows all too well."

Calin laughs.

"Sometimes it amazes me how incompetent people get such high ranking positions. You must be quite an intelligent lady yourself to run a company so well. And you're definately beautiful enough to not be ignored. I don't see why they don't just put you in charge."

8) Calin laughs.

"Sometimes it amazes me how incompetent people get such high ranking positions. You must be quite an intelligent lady yourself to run a company so well. And you're definately beautiful enough to not be ignored. I don't see why they don't just put you in charge."
((Ahem. Your puppet is showing))

"I wish they would. I think they're scared that I'd switch from chemical weapons to more polite products. Roania Pharmaceuticals is a bit of a misnomer." She looked at the dance floor. "They look like they're having a good time, dancing the night away."

OOC: oops...... :oops: Sorry. I have too many windows open at the same time.

IC: "Sometimes the high up people don't always see things clearly."

Calin looks over at the dance floor.

"Would you like to join them in having a good time?"

"Why, of course!" Caroline smiled warmly. "That is, if you want."

((Quite all right.))

Calin began to rise as he spoke.

"Of course. I would be honoured."

"You'd be asking the wrong person, than. I don't bother with religion. Please, step this way. And do give my regards to the Deciever when you next meet him."

OOC: Sorry about the delay.

IC: She ignored the human's inconsequential prattle, although she did note that the Deceiver had let his identity slip to this meaningless bag of water and carbon. She allowed herself to be led in the general direction of wherever she was taken.

OOC: Her grudge is with Kiro...

IC: "Tell me, what do you know of Roania, Nova?"

OOC: Ah.

IC: *sigh* "Unfortunately, not much... All I know of this place is from Kiro, and he himself hasn't seen much of this place... but there's a lot I'd like to... what do you know of Tiburon, Miss Kigari?"

OOC: Sorry about that... Mecha United is one of my puppets...

The Pilonese delegation enters the ballroom, the guards remain in a closed formation around the Ambassador and follow him whereever he goes.

"You'd be asking the wrong person, than. I don't bother with religion. Please, step this way. And do give my regards to the Deciever when you next meet him."

OOC: Sorry about the delay.

IC: She ignored the human's inconsequential prattle, although she did note that the Deceiver had let his identity slip to this meaningless bag of water and carbon. She allowed herself to be led in the general direction of wherever she was taken.


Leopold rang a clear bell. "The ambassador from The Confederacy!"

Silence spread out. The government officials looked at her.


IC: *sigh* "Unfortunately, not much... All I know of this place is from Kiro, and he himself hasn't seen much of this place... but there's a lot I'd like to... what do you know of Tiburon, Miss Kigari?"

"Not much, though if I go from Kiro you people support slavery and are atheistic. Personally, I doubt that all of you are like that."


Calin began to rise as he spoke.

"Of course. I would be honoured."

"Than, shall we?"

"We shall."

Calin took hold of Caroline's hand and lead her onto the dance floor.

"We shall."

Calin took hold of Caroline's hand and lead her onto the dance floor.

His every move was being carefully monitored.

Through the main corridor, a single man lingers, taking his time looking at the grandeur of the place, tall and inconspicous. His white hair tied in a long pionytail letting his handsome, young face show. The black robes he wears over his suit are embroidered with a serpent design, with small amounts of silver detail in key spots. He wears his black suit underneath with the jacket open, sporting a dark red vest and a high collared white shirt. He strides up to the guard.
"And you are?"
"Me?" He seems as though the guard had woken him up from a dream, "Why I'm Emperor Tobias Raziel of Penguenia."
"You may pass, your emperorship, enjoy yourself."
"Thank you," He passes the guard a large tip then enters the ballroom.

The Polizei looks at the money. "Um..." He rolls it into a cigarette and lights it. "Ah, feel that paper burn."

((Polizei get payed more money than some people will ever see. And only Roanian currency or NS$ is used in Roania.))

Lord Antichrist would like to attend this meeting.

Lord Antichrist would like to attend this meeting.

((Lord AntiChrist? That would be something to see, considering the fact that most Roanians are devoutly Catholic))

Lord Antichrist would like to attend this meeting.

((Lord AntiChrist? That would be something to see, considering the fact that most Roanians are devoutly Catholic))

Lord Antichrist believes we all worship the same God. We just call him by different names.
We wish peaceful relations with your nation and hope that it prospers greatly. :D

Lord Antichrist would like to attend this meeting.

((Lord AntiChrist? That would be something to see, considering the fact that most Roanians are devoutly Catholic))

Lord Antichrist believes we all worship the same God. We just call him by different names.
We wish peaceful relations with your nation and hope that it prospers greatly. :D

One little question. Who the heck are you and why are you so concerned about world peace?

The Polizei looks at the money. "Um..." He rolls it into a cigarette and lights it. "Ah, feel that paper burn."

((Polizei get payed more money than some people will ever see. And only Roanian currency or NS$ is used in Roania.))

As he walked away, sensing what the guard had done to 3 million NSD, Raziel grinned, his pointed canines standing out from the rest of his teeth.
"Eat it..." he softly whispered.
The Polizei sticks the burning bankroll of two fifteen million NS bills into his mouth then swallows it, nearly choking.
"That should teach him," The Emperor of Penguenia thought, then proceeded to mingle with the crowd of diplomatic officials.

The Polizei looks at the money. "Um..." He rolls it into a cigarette and lights it. "Ah, feel that paper burn."

((Polizei get payed more money than some people will ever see. And only Roanian currency or NS$ is used in Roania.))

As he walked away, sensing what the guard had done to 3 million NSD, Raziel grinned, his pointed canines standing out from the rest of his teeth.
"Eat it..." he softly whispered.
The Polizei sticks the burning bankroll of two fifteen million NS bills into his mouth then swallows it, nearly choking.
"That should teach him," The Emperor of Penguenia thought, then proceeded to mingle with the crowd of diplomatic officials.

Several dozen Polizei surround the Emperor. "Freeze, witch!"

The delegates from other countries all look. The string quartet stops playing. *Raziel holds his hands up* "Is this is some kind of a joke, venerable Polizei? I assure you the retrebution will be harsh if you continue with these nonsensual accusations." In his mind Raziel whispers "The Emperor of Penguenia is not a Witch." The highest ranking officer thinks about what was said aloud, not knowing what was said to his subconcious. "The Emperor of Penguenia is not a witch. We are sorry for the interruption, Emperor." The Polizei disperse and go back to their posts. The String quartet begins playing again, and the clamour of joyous mingling stats up again.

Cardinal Richelieu walks over. "You will cease using your black magics, or you will suffer the consequences. Your mind tricks won't work on me, your majesty." An Inquisitor walks over and speaks to him. "The CRO wants to see you."

"But of course, Venerable Ecclesiarch," Raziel responds to the Cardinal, then walks away with the Inquisitor
"Inquisitors walk so publically in your nation? Quite intreguing..." Raziel says, trying to make conversation with the Inquisitor as he takes Raziel to this "CRO".

Grand Inquisitor Cardinal Richelieu says nothing.Filthy demihumanoids, daring to think themselves our equals.

They reach the high table. "CRO Black is up there."

As Calin and Caroline begin to dance he asks her.

"So. Have you ever been to Assington?"

"Thank you for bringing me to him, Ecclesiarch Richelieu."
Raziel walks up to CRO Black, "You wanted to see me, Mr. Black?"

"Regrettably, no. I always thought it'd be a nice place to visit." She smiled at him.

"It is a fine land. Perhaps some day you could visit?"

"Thank you. I hope I will." She looks around. "So, how much of Roania have you seen?"

"Thank you for bringing me to him, Ecclesiarch Richelieu."
Raziel walks up to CRO Black, "You wanted to see me, Mr. Black?"

"Yes, I did. Why are you in Roania?" The white haired old man asked. "What can you want from us?"

"Very little actually. I have only been here once before, as a child and I don't remember much. Hopefully I'll have a bit more time to look around."

"Very little actually. I have only been here once before, as a child and I don't remember much. Hopefully I'll have a bit more time to look around."

"You know, the ball will go on without us. I could at least show you the skyline."

"I recieved this invitation on my desk," Raziel says as he reaches into his robes and produces a small card, "an invitation from your council. It reads:

You are cordially invited to a Diplomatic Reception in the Most Holy Principality of Roania. Drinks will be served. There will be dancing and food. Humanoids and Catpeople only, please.

~The Council of Roania"

The Emperor of Penguenia tosses the letter in front of the CRO. "I have come for the diplomatic reception, is that a problem your magisty?"

"I recieved this invitation on my desk," Raziel says as he reaches into his robes and produces a small card, "an invitation from your council. It reads:

You are cordially invited to a Diplomatic Reception in the Most Holy Principality of Roania. Drinks will be served. There will be dancing and food. Humanoids and Catpeople only, please.

~The Council of Roania"

The Emperor of Penguenia tosses the letter in front of the CRO. "I have come for the diplomatic reception, is that a problem your magisty?"

"I know, but why you personally? Most other rulers sent diplomats. The only other national leader around is Empress Marina of Flamazon."

Edmund leaned over. "Edward, the Yvressan ambassador and Devian want to speak to you."

"Oh, thanks. My apologies, your Imperial Majesty. Duty calls. Edmund, show him around."

"Why me? Because I like to see other countries with my own eyes. To taste the culinary delights and learn the cultures" Raziel responded, "it seems you are a very busy man, Mr. Black. You are excused."

Calin smiles.

"Ok. That would be great."

"Why me? Because I like to see other countries with my own eyes. To taste the culinary delights and learn the cultures" Raziel responded, "it seems you are a very busy man, Mr. Black. You are excused."

Edmund looks at Raziel curiously. "I am CMO General Hyacinth. Which of your list would you like to do first?

Calin smiles.

"Ok. That would be great."

"Right this way, then." Caroline walked to the double doors and opened them.

"If it would be alright with you, CRO General Hayacinth, I'd like to get back to the ball at the moment. Tomorrow morning though, I'd like to wander your capital for a while before I depart." The Emperor responded, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"If it would be alright with you, CRO General Hayacinth, I'd like to get back to the ball at the moment. Tomorrow morning though, I'd like to wander your capital for a while before I depart." The Emperor responded, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"CMO General Hyacinth!" The general says, smiling. "And feel free."

Good evening Master Raziel, so...you are the only other national leader besides myself? It is good to know that there are still some of us who prefer have the work done by our own hands, is that not so? Good help is so hard to find nowdays. Besides isn't traveling around the world so unbelievably fascinating?

Oh and Earl I did take your advice. I had my sister, Princess Elena contact the bishop that conducted my marriage. It is good to have such power as to decide one's own life! As of now I am once again a free and most independant woman! I simply must celebrate! Do you care to join me?

Calin followed through the doors.

"Your nation is full of beauty. I don't know why I haven't visited sooner."

Oh and Earl I did take your advice. I had my sister, Princess Elena contact the bishop that conducted my marriage. It is good to have such power as to decide one's own life! As of now I am once again a free and most independant woman! I simply must celebrate! Do you care to join me?

"M'lady, it would be a pleasure. And please, call me Dean."

Calin followed through the doors.

"Your nation is full of beauty. I don't know why I haven't visited sooner."

((Is he talking about the country, or the 'welcome' he's recieved?))

"Oh, I'm sure Assington is just as beautiful." She stepped onto the balcony. "I'm afraid the good views are on the closed side of the palace, Calin."

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Good evening Master Raziel, so...you are the only other national leader besides myself? It is good to know that there are still some of us who prefer have the work done by our own hands, is that not so? Good help is so hard to find nowdays. Besides isn't traveling around the world so unbelievably fascinating?

Yes, I love traveling, Mistress Marina. I may visit your country someday. This country is quite beautiful, don't you think?

I have not had the opportunity to see Roania as I have just arrived but I hope to. How would you like to visit my Empire? Flamazon is a very enchanting nation full of wonderful forests and amazing wildlife. My people are also very friendly and enjoy having visitors as we don't usually get many. And oh we DO have an exquisite cuisine as well! Our Vodka is very tastey I assure you! :wink: You just tell me when you would like to visit and i'll order everything for your stay M'lord. :D And to celebrate my freedom...I have brought some Flamazonian Vodka do you care for some? :P

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http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=74803&highlight=

((Think my honor was just impugned. Here, Roanian wildlife, and Roanian scenery. Not quite sure which is which))

:) " Very well M'lord, I shall call you Dean." The young Empress' cheeks suddenly blushed. "I am sorry I have not done that sooner it is just that in the Romanov family we are usually very formal towards strangers...but then again I suppose we are no longer strangers are we? I also cordially invite you...Dean to Flamazon whenever you may wish to do so. I propose a toast! To liberty, to Roania, and to Flamazon!"

:) " Very well M'lord, I shall call you Dean." The young Empress' cheeks suddenly blushed. "I am sorry I have not done that sooner it is just that in the Romanov family we are usually very formal towards strangers...but then again I suppose we are no longer strangers are we? I also cordially invite you...Dean to Flamazon whenever you may wish to do so. I propose a toast! To liberty, to Roania, and to Flamazon!"

"My thanks, Marina." Dean said, smiling.

I have not had the opportunity to see Roania as I have just arrived but I hope to. How would you like to visit my Empire? Flamazon is a very enchanting nation full of wonderful forests and amazing wildlife. My people are also very friendly and enjoy having visitors as we don't usually get many. And oh we DO have an exquisite cuisine as well! Our Vodka is very tastey I assure you! :wink: You just tell me when you would like to visit and i'll order everything for your stay M'lord. :D And to celebrate my freedom...I have brought some Flamazonian Vodka do you care for some? :P

Your country sounds like a most wonderful place, Mistresss Marina. I will have to visit soon. Let us drink the vodka of your country for freedom, prosperity, and luck :wink:

:D Most definately Master! Is it not so rich in taste and texture? Exquisite simply exquisite! And what is your empire like M'lord?

By the way M'lord....I mean Dean....your wildlife is er...interesting. :?

"Is't it?" Dean said, happily.

With a somewhat sarcastic somewhat amused smile she wrapped her arm around Dean's arm and said, "well the wildlife here is not like the one at home but while it is not cute and furry like ours it IS interesting." Finding this conversation incredibly amusing, Ms. Romanova's eyes find themselves sparkling with a happiness that they had not known in a very long time.

Dean smiled widely. "Why, Marina, how could you say that wombats aren't cute and cuddly?"

:lol: A throaty laugh followed the Earl's reply, "why, my dear Dean I have never had the opportunity to touch one so I would not know! But it's like i've always said! Give everything a try. Where do they live, those wombats? Take me to see them will you not?" Smiling, the young woman winked knowing that she would get her wish.

:D Most definately Master! Is it not so rich in taste and texture? Exquisite simply exquisite! And what is your empire like M'lord?

Yes, some of the best vodka I've had in a long time. My empire was a nice place, and still is, though some of our citizens have had to endure some harsh civil and political laws due to extremists. My economy is also struggling, though our aerospace program has funded a military with 4 trillion USD to spend, which is not reflected on our GDP. I am trying to rectify these problem. We have a facility in orbit around Earth for production of larger spacecraft, and our capital is known for it's beautiful canals. The lush forests to the north have beautiful resorts, though some of them have gone into disrepair. The Valleys of the lowlands also have some resorts. My country is a beautiful place, though we are going through some rough times. I must be going off to my suite, for I plan on seeing this country in the daylight. You are invited to join me in the morning, or now if you so desire :wink: Here are some images of my nation:
Our Capital (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/OverallHarbor.jpg)
Holy Temple of Penguenia (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/eldorengal.jpg)
Capital Building (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/palace.jpg)
Monument (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/eldoren4.jpg)
My Estate (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/harbormansion.jpg)
National Library (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/eldoren3.jpg)
Rural Mountain Town (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/2cityclrlo.jpg)
Canyone Resort (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/2cliffhomeclr.jpg)

:lol: A throaty laugh followed the Earl's reply, "why, my dear Dean I have never had the opportunity to touch one so I would not know! But it's like i've always said! Give everything a try. Where do they live, those wombats? Take me to see them will you not?" Smiling, the young woman winked knowing that she would get her wish.

"Marina, m'lady, you but need to wish, and I will obey as if a command." Dean led Marina to the zoo.

:D Most definately Master! Is it not so rich in taste and texture? Exquisite simply exquisite! And what is your empire like M'lord?

Yes, some of the best vodka I've had in a long time. My empire was a nice place, and still is, though some of our citizens have had to endure some harsh civil and political laws due to extremists. My economy is also struggling, though our aerospace program has funded a military with 4 trillion USD to spend, which is not reflected on our GDP. I am trying to rectify these problem. We have a facility in orbit around Earth for production of larger spacecraft, and our capital is known for it's beautiful canals. The lush forests to the north have beautiful resorts, though some of them have gone into disrepair. The Valleys of the lowlands also have some resorts. My country is a beautiful place, though we are going through some rough times. I must be going off to my suite, for I plan on seeing this country in the daylight. You are invited to join me in the morning, or now if you so desire :wink: Here are some images of my nation:
Our Capital (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/OverallHarbor.jpg)
Holy Temple of Penguenia (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/eldorengal.jpg)
Capital Building (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/palace.jpg)
Monument (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/eldoren4.jpg)
My Estate (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/harbormansion.jpg)
National Library (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/eldoren3.jpg)
Rural Mountain Town (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/2cityclrlo.jpg)
Canyone Resort (http://www.thepowerchannel.org/assets/images/2cliffhomeclr.jpg)
:shock: To where is it that I shall join you? I am somewhat confused m'lord as you said you were going to your suite now. I am sure you didn't mean your suite! :oops: we shall see if it is possible for me to tour the sights of Roania with you in the morning as I may be somewhat busy. Thank you for your offer kind sir I hope that I will be able to.

((You do realise Raziel is a blue skinned monster from beyond Mars, right?))

Dean muttered something in his throat.

((Did you get my tg?))

Goodnight, M'lady. Thank you for your company And thank you, CMO General Hyacinth for your hospitality.

:D In that case I command you m'lord! Is it not too late (i'm assuming it's allready night time) to tour these parts? It is awfully dark you know and a bit cold!

Goodnight, M'lady. Thank you for your company And thank you, CMO General Hyacinth for your hospitality.

"Don't mention." The various CO's around the table smile and nod.

:D In that case I command you m'lord! Is it not too late (i'm assuming it's allready night time) to tour these parts? It is awfully dark you know and a bit cold!

"Well, a little discomfort is as nothing. M'lord Prince Alexander has a pet wombat, it will be but a matter of seconds to go look for it."

:o A blue-skinned monster!? hmm...he still is very nice.

"It has been a pleasure speaking to you Master Raziel, I bid you a good night."


"Very well, lets go see this wombat." And so Marina and Dean pressed on in the night looking to find the creature. :lol:

((yes and I responded))

Several RA-87s pointed out at them. A voice sounded. "Drop all weapons."

Of the four people in the delegation, 25 and a half weapons were dropped.

"Bugger.... anyway hi how are you?"

They find it rather quickly.

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Several RA-87s pointed out at them. A voice sounded. "Drop all weapons."

Of the four people in the delegation, 25 and a half weapons were dropped.

"Bugger.... anyway hi how are you?"

"And the rest of them." The Inquisitor said.

((You do realise Raziel is a blue skinned monster from beyond Mars, right?))

Dean muttered something in his throat.

((Did you get my tg?))

Blue? I am not blue :lol:
Raziel Of Penguenia (http://www.sig-x.com/x/razthepenguin/raziel.php)

Again, goodnight my friends.

Aww that is soooooo cute! Yes I suppose that my earlier comment on your wildlife was wrong Dean. I do like it very much, but then I also like everything in this country as well. :) Dean? What is it exactly that you muttered after Raziel left?

Aww that is soooooo cute! Yes I suppose that my earlier comment on your wildlife was wrong Dean. I do like it very much, but then I also like everything in this country as well. :) Dean? What is it exactly that you muttered after Raziel left?

"Nothing. Now, how about we find a Dire Wolf?"

:( umm...eh....oh I don't know Dean are they not vicious creatures who would tear us to pieces if approached? But I am Marina Vladiovna Romanova, Supreme Empress of Flamazon and I shan't be afraid! :( right Dean? *shivers*

:( umm...eh....oh I don't know Dean are they not vicious creatures who would tear us to pieces if approached? But I am Marina Vladiovna Romanova, Supreme Empress of Flamazon and I shan't be afraid! :( right Dean? *shivers*

"Kidding, kidding." Dean laughed. "Wouldn't go near one without power armor. Still, the night is young. What would you like to see? As CIO, I can get you in almost everywhere."

Wherever you may wish to take me M'lord. It is as you say and there is certainly still some time to spend together.

:? Doesn't Raziel look a bit like a woman? I suppose though that if a full picture was available he would look a bit more manly. :lol:

"Indeed. And I am most pleased to have you around. The ball will continue without us, no? I know a lovely resturant in town."

Oh and Earl I did take your advice. I had my sister, Princess Elena contact the bishop that conducted my marriage. It is good to have such power as to decide one's own life! As of now I am once again a free and most independant woman! I simply must celebrate! Do you care to join me?

"M'lady, it would be a pleasure. And please, call me Dean."

Calin followed through the doors.

"Your nation is full of beauty. I don't know why I haven't visited sooner."

((Is he talking about the country, or the 'welcome' he's recieved?))

"Oh, I'm sure Assington is just as beautiful." She stepped onto the balcony. "I'm afraid the good views are on the closed side of the palace, Calin."

http://selena.sai.msu.ru/Ber/Fotos/Landscapes/moscow.jpg

OOC: he's talking about the welcome :wink:

IC: "In some places yes it is. But it is good to see something different. No matter. I quite like the view here."

Yes of course that is a wonderful idea I would love to go. :)

OOC: Thought so.

IC: "Really?" Karolyn moved closer to him. "Tell me, when were you last here?" She asked politely.

Yes of course that is a wonderful idea I would love to go. :)

"Than, shall we?"

OOC: Is she looking for another husband?