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FROM THE IMPERIAL COURT OF CHRIST PANTOCRATOR, NEW ROME
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To the eligible bachelors of all nations,

Her Imperial Highness the Princess Anna, our beloved eldest daughter, is fast approaching the age of majority. Princess Anna is an eloquent, intelligent, pious, modest, polite and beautiful young lady. She is seventeen, but will turn eighteen (the Pantocratorian age of majority) shortly (OOC: in this thread). Her native tongue is French, although she speaks English fluidly, and excels in Latin and ancient Greek. She is intensely interested in politics and history.

It is our desire that our daughter be soon married to an eligible foreign gentlemen of similar standing. Princess Anna has already received gifts and suits from the deposed King of Allemonde, the nephew of Uncle Noel, and Blood Peaks. We would like to invite each nation to send a suitor for our daughter's hand. They will be received here in the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator, in our capital of New Rome.

ANDREUS I IMP. PANTOCRATORIA

James Hardeski wishes to marry, he is concidering your princess

*Info on James*

Lauanguage:Trasian and English

height:5.4

eye colour:Blue

Hair Colour:Brown

Interests:Artusion Crystal Studies,movies and reading.


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By all means, send him along to consideration. The Princess will be returning from Roania shortly.

James will be there shortly. he will arrive VIA Lambda Shuttle.

The Shuttles name is the Quinsi

The Crown Prince Ruge Lee II, would like to try his had in the courtship of Princes Anna

The Crown Prince Ruge Lee II, would like to try his had in the courtship of Princes Anna

His Royal Highness would most certainly be welcome.

Her Imperial Highness will be returning to the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria shortly. This gives everyone a chance to indicate whether they'd like to participate without missing out on too much. If anybody is bored, feel free to roleplay your arrival at Louis International Airport in New Rome! 8)

The Wm flight 237 was odd in deed. Not do to the raven jet fighters but the plane that is was escorting. A F-8F Bearcat. A plane of the WW2 era. The plane and it's escort made it uneventful to the New Rome airport. The bearcat came in for a landing which it handled very well. The Ravens meanwhile did one full circil then turned back toward their base.
Once the plane rolled to a stop, the engine shut off the canoppy was opened and the pilot got out. Slowly do to the injuries he had recived a month ago. He took off the flight helmet and tossed it back into the plane. He unziped the flight suit reveiling a nicely pressed military uniform.

A man steps off of a helicopter into the Nation of Pantocratoria. "Make this work, Jack, this is the fifth time we've had to drop you off somewhere." Dekker Bray shouts to his younger twin brother, Jack. "It's aight, bro. This'll be the last time." He shouts as the helicopter lifts back off again. "Time to get busy." Jack says to himself as he begins to walk towards the palace.

Sir Myrddin Caze-sen would like to present himself for consideration for Princess Anna.

Myrddin, age 17, is in his last year that the Draconis Magikos Academy. After he graduates he plans to attend New Avalon University and further his studies in Technological Magics. He is a first cousin to Prince Dranon of Rastaban, grandson of the Marquess Allat.

Vahn
Age:19
Position: First son to Emperor Teros II
Hair: brown
Skin: Mixed (black and white parents)
Eyes: Brown
Height:6'1"
Weight:185lbs

Vahn is the first borne to Teros II but find little time to be a normal kid, the one thing he has wanted to do the most. He has been forced to go to one courting after another. In all the cases the women were not royal or half as beautiful as the Emperor makes this one out to be, but he expects little. He is strong and polite, although he is struggling with having to be constantly surronded by gaurds, royalty, or anybody else.

Vahn sits quitely as he stares out over the peaceful scene of clouds and water faintly below.
"My lord, we shall be arriving soon, is there anything you need?"
His royal gaurds were like annoying parents in their own rights.
"No." He said softly.
His escort jet bobed up in down in the air below him. Almost time.
Suddenly the clouds and water dissapeared and the jet began to decend.
Back to my royal duties. He thought. After a couple of minutes the plane came to a halt. He lifted picked himself up and got in order, two gaurds ahead two guards behind. They walked into the Airport.
"Uh sir." Said a small little man "No guns allowed."
Vahn immediatly gets in character and steps up.
"I am Vahn Winfield, Son of Teros Winfield II, ruler of Telliria. I have come here to seek the hand of Princess Anna. I believe that I am entitled to have gaurds come with, so if you'll excuse me and point me to the front of the building I will be on my way."
The poor airport worker is quite taken back and afraid as he looks up a the massive guards in their all red and black.
"Y-Yes Sir, I am sorry I had no idea! Please follow me, right this way then."
He leads them through a maze, or people and buisness, something Vahn finds exciting since he hasn't spent much time in a very big public area. The little man finally takes them to the outside were a Tellirian car is waiting. Two armed vehicles are ahead and two behind. Vahn gets in between his four gaurds and nods to his gaurd. The gaurd pulls out a stack of Tellirian money which should be good here for some amount. "For your kindness, I assume you will be able to find a money transfer station soon enough. Goodbye."
"T-Thank Y-You!"
He bows and then hurries off.
Another day in my life he thinks then sighs and sinks in to his seat. The car drives off and after a while he finds himself at the palace. "Good luck sir!" the car drive says. He nods gets out and stands in front of the beautiful palace. Princess ain't here, but oh well. He thinks to himself. "Here we go agian." he says to no one in particular.
The gaurds just smile.

Th Aelosian Dropship landed in the launching pad, and the transport hatches opened:

First a middle aged elf stepped down the ship. His silver hair contrasted with his tanned complexion. His face had a sad expression, but the look in his eyes was aloof and proud. His uniform showed that he was a high rank officer of the Aelosian Navy, with several medals hanging in his chest.

Then a young elven lad followed the first. This one was a slim, handsome boy, with the uniform of the Aelosian Navy cadets. His gaze was all around , as trying to absorb everything with his sight.

"Father, Is this the country where you want to live?", ask the young elf

"Yes, my son, they made me one of their knights. Now I'm a Pantocratorian knight, and I will pledge my loyalty to their emperor", the old elf was looking to the sky, with his eyes almost closed

"Code Red! Code Red! Load the Suitor-O-Cannon!"

"Aye aye, sir!"

*A sheep is quickly brought up and stuffed down the barrel of an enormous cannon*

"Increase elevation 3 degrees!"

"Elevetion 3 degrees, aye sir!"

"Double the powder and shorten the fuse!"

"Double the powder, shorten the fuse,aye sir!"

"FIRE!"

FOOOMP!

OOC: Screw it. There's going to be fifteen million people applying and I always seem to get swallowed up.

OOC: Screw it. There's going to be fifteen million people applying and I always seem to get swallowed up.

OOC: To increase your chances, why don't you dive in and push the Princess out of the path of a sheep travelling at 120m/s! You'd be a hero!

The Emperor's 2nd Son, Jakesh, seeks to wed the Princess Anna of Pantocratoria. He is willing to marry but only on the condition that this would be a loving relationship, one where a true bond could exist. To his eyes, to betray a daughter to an unloving relationship would be dishonorable.

He sends a poem.

Anna, fair and honourable maid
whose beauty exceeds that of the greatest of flowers.
I wish unto you that your love is not paid
for by suitors who care more for nations and powers

You deserve better than the invisible cage
of a union that lacks both the love and the caring.
Lose not your grace to wither and age
and your love will not fall to fell deeds or waring.

Jakesh is 19 years old and composed it himself. He is considered one of the most wise and compassionate in Vadan and is very honourable. He is handsome and caring. What more could Pantocratoria ask for?

Emperor Sakdo
The Empire of Vadan

The Trasian Shuttle lands at a airport.


2 Trasian Reborn exit the ship first for security resons.

then James exits with 2 more Reborn.

he heads for a cab with 2 of the reborn, the other 2 stay behind to guard.

James:i wish to head to the Pantocratorian palace

Cab Driver:that'll be 10 Trasian Credits for you.

James digs into his pocket and pays the overpricing cab Driver

"Father, are you sure about this?" Prince Joseph asked as he finished packing his bag.

"Joseph," Emperor David IV said with infinite patience, "you know that I've been very tolerant in allowing you to lead your life as 'normally' as you wished upto this point. I've allowed you to enroll in the university of your choice and study what you want. But," the Emperor rose from the armchair in the corner of his son's room, "these days my mind is much occupied by the idea that I will not always be Emperor and it is time for my potential successors to begin preparing themselves for that day."

The Emperor gazed out of the window at the city below. "Either you or your aunt or your cousin will take the Sword after me and I want to make sure all of you are prepard. And learning how to function in diplomatic situations with other royal families is part of your duty."

David embraced his son. "So, yes, I am sure." He pulled back and looked at his son's face. Though he was 19 - almost a man - David still saw his child in that face. "Go to Pantocratoria. Meet the Princess and her father and the other suitors. Enjoy yourself. Nothing is written in stone." David chuckled. "She probably won't even like you, so don't worry about me forcing you to marry. And, you know that any final decision will be yours."

"Yes, Father."

"This way sir," a man said around his mid-twenties. His name was Narmer Obar, an assitant to Lady Akitsu Caze-sen.

"I'm coming," said Myrddin Caze-sen. Lady Akitsu was his mother. "Haven't flown in so long," he muttered as he looked around Louis International Airport.

"Yes," Narmer said. "If you'd follow me, sir, we have a car waiting for us to take us to the Imperial Court."

"I said I was coming, Obar," Myrddin said, with a sly look to the man.

Inside the car Narmer quizzed the young man about Pantocratoria.

"National animal?"

"Peacock," Myrddin replied.

"Motto?"

"Pour Dieu et Son Empire," He said, the words rolling off his tounge. "Must we continue with this? I'd rather think of other things." Narmer nodded in agreement. Myrddin fingered the edge of a box that sat next to him. "Do you think this will work?"

"What, you possibly marring a princess?"

"No, this," he said pointing to the box.

"Well, Daniel did try it, though he didn't get the lady. But from what I heard he's perfectly happy with whom he's with."

Myrddin sighed. "I guess I'm just anxious, that's all." He closed his eyes for the rest of the trip to the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator.

A man on the back of a very drunk moose sauntered through the streets of Pantocratoria. Finally, the pair arrived at the Imperial Court.

"HEY EVERYONE!" Shouted Fugo Vladimir, the man on the moose. He was here to try and court the beautiful Princess Anna.

"MOO!" Mooed Nikolai, the incredible drunken moose sensation.

OOC: She heir to the throne? I know she's the eldest daughter, but is she the heir? And isn't she in Roania right now?

Hello, m'lady. I am Emperor Raziel of Penguenia. I would very much like to meet you, though I am on vacation in the capital of Roaina, but I shall be returning shortly.

Immortal Emperor Tobias Raziel
Holy Empire of Penguenia[/i]
Penguenian Lady Guard (http://boards.gamers.com/messages/overview.asp?name=Penguenia)

Hello, m'lady. I am Emperor Raziel of Penguenia. I would very much like to meet you, though I am on vacation in the capital of Roaina, but I shall be returning shortly.

Immortal Emperor Tobias Raziel (http://www.sig-x.com/x/razthepenguin/alucard5.php)
Holy Empire of Penguenia
Penguenian Lady Guard (http://boards.gamers.com/messages/overview.asp?name=Penguenia)

And you're a monster from beyond Mars.

IC: "Well, boy, you can make yourself useful. You're the heir to the duchy, after all." Leopold said to his son, Simon. "And it will get you out of the castle."

"Yes, father."

"In fact, because she's in our country right now, that gives you an advantage over these jokers."

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Chief of Foriegn Affairs Duke Leopold Darquis
Hereditary Governor of the Central Lands
I'm surrounded by incompetents at all times. And that's just my fellow CO's.

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Inquisitor Simon Darquis
Evil can only be rooted out in one way.

Hello, m'lady. I am Emperor Raziel of Penguenia. I would very much like to meet you, though I am on vacation in the capital of Roaina, but I shall be returning shortly.

And you're a monster from beyond Mars.

:? Lies...

<Bump>

OOC: She heir to the throne? I know she's the eldest daughter, but is she the heir? And isn't she in Roania right now?

OOC: She is not the heir to the throne - His Imperial Highness the Prince Andreus, Despot of New Constantinople is the heir apparent, although the lack of a law of primogeniture means that he is only the assumed heir (the Emperor indicates his chosen heir by making him Despot of New Constantinople). She also has one more older brother, His Imperial Highness the Prince Constantine, Minister for Public Safety. She has two younger sisters, Her Imperial Highness the Princess Theodora, and Her Imperial Highness the Princess Zoë.

You can read more about the members of the Imperial Family in both of these threads, along with finding out more about the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=68787
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=74255


And yes, the Princess is in Roania at the moment, but she'll be returning shortly.

OOC: So if she's barely in the running...

All guests are conducted to the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator, the magnificent palace in the centre of the sparkling city of New Rome. The palace is built in a renaissance "pseudo-classical" style. Lining the marble steps of the palace in full ceremonial uniform are the Varangian Guard, the personal regiment of the Emperor Andreus.

Their ceremonial uniform consists of long, Roman shields, bronze breastplates over a white conventional dress uniform, and heavy bearskins over that. They carry huge ceremonial axes, and slung over their shoulders are M-16 rifles. The Varangians are all over six-feet tall, and are all of Scandinavian descent. They are fanatically loyal and are, at least in theory as foreigners, above the machinations of Pantocratorian politics. They are the spiritual successors of the Praetorian Guard of ancient Rome, originally formed by the Emperors of Constantinople, from whom the Emperors of Pantocratoria are descended.

A herald dressed in the livery of the House of Bourbon-Comnenus-Paleaologus steps forward. He is the personal herald of Princess Anna.

"Honoured guests of His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty the Emperor Andreus I, Her Imperial Highness the Princess Anna will receive you all shortly. However, no guards, nor weapons are to be taken into the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator - only Knights of the Order of the Pantocrator, members of the Varangian Guard and members of the Imperial family may carry weapons beyond this point." says the herald. "You are all permitted to bring your personal servants, pages, heralds, and whatever other members of your entourage you require, but no armed guards may enter this ancient court."


OOC: I will try to not ignore anybody, but I may ignore the "comedy candidates". You know who you are. Although I find Slutbum Wallah and others intensely humourous. :lol:

Simon looked around. "Nice place, this. Almost as garish as the Palace of The Council back home." He sighed and removed the armor clip and unbuckled his sword. "Pardon me, sir. But where am I meant to put these?"

A Varangian rushes forward to Simon.

"I would be honoured to take your sword and store it someplace safe for you, sir." he says in a thick Swedish accent.

"Thank you, my good man." Simon said in Swedish, with barely a trace of an accent.

((OOC: I may be tempted to join in, have Rufus try his hand at love again... Hmmm... But I'm not sure. Pantocratoria, what is your opinoin on cat-people? HERE (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/RufusandJanusLarge.jpg) is a piccy of Rufus standing alongside his twin sister, Princess Janus Mew. He's the taller one.))

Irellevant IC:

"Kitties! Cute kitties!"

Chief of Human Resources, Christine Hargreaves

((So she had a rich husband.))

((OOC: I may be tempted to join in, have Rufus try his hand at love again... Hmmm... But I'm not sure. Pantocratoria, what is your opinoin on cat-people? HERE (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/RufusandJanusLarge.jpg) is a piccy of Rufus standing alongside his twin sister, Princess Janus Mew. He's the taller one.))

Oh God, furries. Thanks but no thanks.

(no offence intended :wink: )

"Thank you, my good man." Simon said in Swedish, with barely a trace of an accent.

Miss this?

"Thank you, my good man." Simon said in Swedish, with barely a trace of an accent.

Miss this?

OOC: Not at all, but the Varangian was too respectful to inconvenience such an honoured guest with a tedious conversation with the help. :wink:

The Varangian bows respectfully as he takes the sword.

"You can be sure that this fine blade will be returned to you, sir." the Varangian says in Swedish as he leaves with it.

The herald at the top of the steps continues.

"After you have handed over any weapons to the Varangian Guard, you will be admitted to the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator, into the presence of His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty the Emperor Andreus!" says the herald, and he turns to lead the way for any unarmed guests and their unarmed entourages.

<<A parchment was delivered to the Pantocratorian government by diplomatic courier. It reads as follows:>>

Greetings on behalf of Thurisaz, High King of Wyrmberg, to the Pantocratorian government, and in particular to the beautiful Princess Anna.
My Lord wishes me to suggest his two sons as possible suitors.

His eldest son is named Perthro, and bears the title Prince of Armenez, a small land which has for centuries been under the control of Wyrmberg. The Prince has full sovereignty over said land, and further is heir to the throne of Wyrmberg upon his father's demise (may that day be long in the coming). A description of the Prince follows:

Name: Perthro von Wyrmberg
Age: 21
Height: 5'11"
Hair: Brown, short-cut
Eyes: Grey


The King's younger son (his third child, born after Princess Isa) is named Tharn and bears the title Lord High General of the Wyrmbergii Flying Corps, Protector of the Realm (although he tends to omit the "Protector of ther Realm" part). He tends to spend as little time at court as possible, and prefers to involve himself mainly in the millitary, leading wing of Drakeriders (who, it must be said, treat him more as a respected leader than as a Prince). A description follows:

Name: Tharn von Wyrmberg
Age: 18
Height: 5'10"
Eyes: Grey-Green
Hair: Blond, worn long (in the style known to the peoples of the Northern reaches of the realm as a "Metaler Style" - possibly it was once common among blacksmiths?)

His Highness wonders whether a meeting could be arranged between the Princess and one or both of of the Princes?

Yours,
Ranjist, Chief of staff to Tharn, High King of Wyrmberg

Our daughter would be honoured to entertain suits from either esteemed Prince, but we would prefer it if only one Prince was sent from each nation. His Highness the High King of Wyrmberg is welcome to send either one of his sons.

ANDREUS I IMP. PANTOCRATORIA

<This message by telegram>
His Majesty asks permission to send Prince Tharn to meet with the Princess Anna. He believes that this would be the better match, as Tharn is closest in age to Anna.
However, it must be mentioned that Prince Tharn is, on principle, not greatly enamoured of arranged mariages, and has vowed only to marry for love, and never simply to further the interrests of the Realms.
It is greatly to be hoped that the Prince and Princess "hit it off" (as they say in the Western Provinces - I have no idea why they use this phrase, but it has become quite popular in court of late...)

Yours:
Ranjist, Chief of staff to Tharn, High King of Wyrmberg

[A Sphere-letter was sent to the Princess, it contains the following]

I, Auron Fortitelli, one of the four Maesters of Yevon send this message to the beautiful Princess Anna, I wish to try for your hand in marriage.

I am Auron Fortitelli, one of the four Maesters of Yevon, General of the Warrior Monks, defenders of the Temples of Yevon, Keeper of the Katana of Yevon's Fist, and once the guardian of both Maester Braska and Grand Maester Yuna during their pilgrimages across the continent of Spira to earn the Aeons. I spend most of my time training in my personal gym in the Palace of St. Bevelle keeping both my body and my fighting skills sharp, but I do donate some of my leisure time to reading and writting, I am fluent in English, Al Bhed, The Yevon Church Tounge, and the native language of Spira (which is called Kalio).

Stats:
Name: Auron Fortitelli
Age: 35
Height: 6'
Eyes: Brown
Hair Color: Brown (but graying a little)

Some Pics:
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End of Pics:

I await your reply.


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Maester Auron Fortitelli, Commander of the Warrior Monks
The Theocracy of The Bevelle Empire

Hugo looks around at the huge room. "Very nice" he adds. At the mention of now weapong he shrugs slowly takes the Hk9mm pistol from its holsters. He pops out the clip and take the loaded round that was in the gun." Ok were do you want this?"

[A Sphere-letter was sent to the Princess, it contains the following]

I, Auron Fortitelli, one of the four Maesters of Yevon send this message to the beautiful Princess Anna, I wish to try for your hand in marriage.

I am Auron Fortitelli, one of the four Maesters of Yevon, General of the Warrior Monks, defenders of the Temples of Yevon, Keeper of the Katana of Yevon's Fist, and once the guardian of both Maester Braska and Grand Maester Yuna during their pilgrimages across the continent of Spira to earn the Aeons. I spend most of my time training in my personal gym in the Palace of St. Bevelle keeping both my body and my fighting skills sharp, but I do donate some of my leisure time to reading and writting, I am fluent in English, Al Bhed, The Yevon Church Tounge, and the native language of Spira (which is called Kalio).

Stats:
Name: Auron Fortitelli
Age: 35
Height: 6'
Eyes: Brown
Hair Color: Brown (but graying a little)

Some Pics:
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End of Pics:

I await your reply.


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Maester Auron Fortitelli, Commander of the Warrior Monks
The Theocracy of The Bevelle Empire

The Act of Religious Sovereignty and the restricted lists of the Ministries of Public Safety and Cultural Development forbid the entry of a Yevonite monk into the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria. While we appreciate the offer, rest assured that Auron Fortitelli will find himself expelled immediately should he try to enter the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria's borders.

Princess Irene
Minister for Cultural Development
Imperial Government of the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria

Hugo looks around at the huge room. "Very nice" he adds. At the mention of now weapong he shrugs slowly takes the Hk9mm pistol from its holsters. He pops out the clip and take the loaded round that was in the gun." Ok were do you want this?"

"I'll take that, sir." says a Varangian in a thick Swedish accent as he takes the pistol from Hugo. "You may now enter the entrance hall."

<This message by telegram>
His Majesty asks permission to send Prince Tharn to meet with the Princess Anna. He believes that this would be the better match, as Tharn is closest in age to Anna.
However, it must be mentioned that Prince Tharn is, on principle, not greatly enamoured of arranged mariages, and has vowed only to marry for love, and never simply to further the interrests of the Realms.
It is greatly to be hoped that the Prince and Princess "hit it off" (as they say in the Western Provinces - I have no idea why they use this phrase, but it has become quite popular in court of late...)

Yours:
Ranjist, Chief of staff to Tharn, High King of Wyrmberg

It is our sincerest hope that the Prince and Princess "hit it off" so to speak. We will consider our beloved daughter's feelings when we make our decision.

ANDREUS I IMP. PANTOCRATORIA

The Queen of Jeruselem was reading an analysis of the situation about Princess Anna from her embassador in Pantocratoria.

"Very interesting. She's much like myself really. Maybe the Bishop has some candidates in mind" she commented.

The Act of Religious Sovereignty and the restricted lists of the Ministries of Public Safety and Cultural Development forbid the entry of a Yevonite monk into the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria. While we appreciate the offer, rest assured that Auron Fortitelli will find himself expelled immediately should he try to enter the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria's borders.

Princess Irene
Minister for Cultural Development
Imperial Government of the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria

OOC: Had to try... Perhaps she would like Kimahri Ronso, a Ronso with a broken horn on his forehead.

"Thank you, my good man." Simon said in Swedish, with barely a trace of an accent.

Miss this?

Hey Roania, didn't Simon Black marry the sister of the Emperor of Holy Latin Empire?

Queen of Jeruselem,
niece of Emperor of Holy Latin Empire
:wink:

Message by Diplomatic Pouch
Would it be possible to organise a date for the meeting?

The Prince, along with his squad of Riders, would arrive by air, and so would require directions to a secluded airport in your nation. We ask that it is secluded as their mode of transport will be a little... let us say, unorthodox by many nations' standards, and we have no wish to cause alarm.

Yours,
Ranjist,
head of diplomatic staff to
High King Thurisaz of Wyrmberg

(OOC: Our nation is semi-fantasy based. We seldom use magic, but we have some interresting flora and fauna, including Firedrakes - kinda like medium-sized dragons - which the Flying Corps ride into battle. Hope this isn't a problem...).

The main hall of the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator is a massive chamber. Huge marble pillars reach from the ceiling to the floor. In the centre of the room, under a huge decorated dome, is the imperial throne, in which sits the Emperor Andreus I in full regalia. The Emperor stands from his throne, reveiling the icon of the Emperor Constantine I on the back panel of the ancient chair.

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The domed ceiling above the throne.

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The icon of Saint Constantine, the first Roman Emperor of Constantinople.

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His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty the Emperor Andreus I

"Honoured guests, please, all of you, enter." says the Emperor. "Princess Anna will be with us shortly. First, allow me to introduce you to some of my other children."

"My second son, Prince Constantine, my Minister for Public Safety." says the Emperor as a nineteen year old man steps forward, dressed in a smart dinner suit, with a modest crown on his head. He nods respectfully to the guests.

"My youngest child, Princess Zoë." says the Emperor with a smile on his face as his thirteen year old daughter steps forward and curtsies perfectly.

"And... my second daughter, Theodora." says the Emperor, the smile gone from his face. A very attractive fifteen year old girl steps forward and curtsies gracefully, but the look on her face displays her obvious discomfort - like she is walking on eggshells.

"The Princess shall be with us at any minute now..." says the Emperor, glancing over his shoulder to a large door at the back of the chamber. The door opens, and a heavy-set middle-aged man with prominent scars on his face steps forward. It is Sir Constantine the Hardy, the Emperor's personal champion and close friend. He nods to the Emperor, as if indicating something.

"Very shortly in fact." the Emperor says as he returns his gaze to his guests. The Emperor's eyes pass over each suitor, and make each person over whom they pass feel a little uncomfortable with their penetrating stare.

Message by Diplomatic Pouch
Would it be possible to organise a date for the meeting?

The Prince, along with his squad of Riders, would arrive by air, and so would require directions to a secluded airport in your nation. We ask that it is secluded as their mode of transport will be a little... let us say, unorthodox by many nations' standards, and we have no wish to cause alarm.

Yours,
Ranjist,
head of diplomatic staff to
High King Thurisaz of Wyrmberg

(OOC: Our nation is semi-fantasy based. We seldom use magic, but we have some interresting flora and fauna, including Firedrakes - kinda like medium-sized dragons - which the Flying Corps ride into battle. Hope this isn't a problem...).

Send the Prince to the court immediately, the Princess is just about to arrive, so he has not missed anything yet!

OOC: Not really a problem so long as it is fairly sensible - there are elves and vampires all over this forum anyway. 8)

The Prince and his squad of Drakeriders land in a secluded part of the palace grounds. While Tharn's wing-second Barl hurries of to ask for permission for the Riders to set up camp (grumbling to himself that Ranjist should have thought to ask, but what can you expect, he's a civilian after all...), the Prince and a companion enter the palace and, with the aide of some of the staff, make their way to the Throne Room. Barl is under orders to join them later.

"Your Highness," says the Emperor as Prince Tharn enters the chamber. "Welcome. The Princess Anna will be here at any moment."

The Emperor glances at Sir Constantine, who shrugs as if to say I don't know what's keeping her.

Tharn nods distantly to the Emperor, and begins looking around the Throne-Room at the other suitors (who all seem pretty quiet, for some reason). He also keeps his eyes open for a buffet table, or, better yet, a bar...

Seeing his wandering eyes, Princess Theodora takes a glass of champagne from a waitor and walks over to Prince Tharn.

"Your Highness, are you looking for something to drink?" she says, offering the glass to him.

Tharn snaps out of his reverie, and turns to face the young Princess. While he was not present when she was introduced, he knows her face from a dossier hastily compiled by the Intelligence Service before his departure.

"My thanks, Your Highness," he says with a smile, taking the proffered glass and taking a sip. "You are most kind."

The Vadanese Imperial Prince, Jakesh enters the room through the main entrance with only one bodyguard.

"Do not worry, one bodyguard like you is more that enough. I trust the Pantocratorians and hold them to their word, they seem honourable enough. Besides, you could probably outskill five of those Varangians all by yourself." Said the Prince to his Protector.

The guard said nothing, only clenched his sword in readyness, his muscles taut and ready to respond at the slightest threat.

"Beautiful room!" Exclaimed the Prince in fascination at the architecture and decorum.

The Prince walked over to the Princess Anna...

Theodora smiles happily, her playful eyes beaming at Tharn. She sways a little from side to side as she speaks, her long, flowing pink gown making the movement appear greater than in fact it is.

"You're most welcome, Your Highness. If there's anything else I could do for you," she says, "anything at all, let me know and I'll happily oblige."

The doors at the back of the chamber swing open, and twelve Varangian Guard enter the room, accompanying a beautiful young lady in a stunning white evening gown, wearing a diamond tiara.

She looks similar to Theodora, but is obviously the more mature of the two. Her face and eyes portray a quiet confidence lacking in her sister.

"Her Imperial Highness, the Princess Anna!" announces the herald.

The Princess approaches the throne, and curtsies deeply, before kissing her father once on each cheek. She turns to the suitors, and curtsies again.

"I am deeply honoured to meet you all." she says politely.

"Please, all of you, introduce yourselves, have a chat, get to know my daughter." says the Emperor as he stands. "In a little while, we'll hear Mass in the palace chapel, and after that, I hope you'll all join me here again for a celebratory feast. In the meantime, enjoy the champagne, and enjoy yourselves!"

With that, the Emperor leaves the chamber, accompanied by half a dozen Varangians and Sir Constantine the Hardy.

Tharn looks between Theodora and the recently-arrived Anna.

"You know, Your Highness, the resemblance between you and your sister is quite amazing," he says. "My brother and I are quite different to look at." Then, with a sigh: "Well, I suppose I had better go and "mingle" - my father always wants me to return from any foreign trip with information about representatives of other nations I encounter."
"You know," he adds with a smile, "sometimes I feel more like an Ambassador than a Prince and a General"
"Well, thankyou once again for the drink. I hope we can speak again later" - and, with a half-wave, he heads off to "meet and greet".

Somewhere within the Zusayan Union a line of workers stands expectantly. The local Communist Party Chairman opens an enveople and announces "Ticket number 1779". A gasp falls over the crowd.
An Industrial worker called Chong who had finished his shift for the day holds up ticket 1779 and grunts:
"Over here Comrade! So who is this Anna anyhow?"
"You'll see comrade bachelor" said the party chairman as Red Guards quickly bustled Chong into an awaiting black limo...

Chong found himself transfered into a Red Locust Airline aircraft for dispatch to lands beyond.
A stewardess in a red uniform offered him a beer and a vodka. And there was in the inflight movie "The making of the September Revolution".
And then there was all the Red Guards and strange unifroms with initials KGB. This was no ordinary blind date thought Chong worriedly.

Political powers that came from the Supreme Soviet were at work for reasons of there own.

The Red Locust touched down at Louis International Airport. Chong was transfered to a flotilla of awaiting Volga limos with small red-flags fluttering. As they drove a pleasent member of the political directorate, sent to keep an eye on him, sat down next to him an she said:
"I am from the 13th directorate, party member in good standing - as you are Chong, and this could be a short visit. Have some more vodka - we have arrived!"
Chong put his workers cap back upon his head lost in momentous events unfolding...

Theodora opens her mouth to say something as Prince Tharn leaves her, but says nothing. She instead looks down at the floor briefly, before looking back up at Tharn's back as he walks across the room.

"I hope we speak again later too." she says softly.

***

Prince Constantine leans against a nearby pillar, watching the suitors wander around talking amongst themselves, cautiously. He spots Zoë walking towards the guests, steps forward and grabs her by the elbow. The young Princess spins around.

"You're not going over there, Zoë. Why don't you run off and join father? Theodora's already in the thick of it, and I have no intention to watch the three of you. I only have two eyes. Now go." he says.

"But, if Theodora can stay, I should be able to as well!" Zoë says indignantly.

"Get out!" Constantine says, rolling his eyes as he spins his youngest sibling around towards the door through which the Emperor exited.

Princess Zoë sulks as she walks off. Sir Constantine rolls his eyes again, and turns his attention back to keeping an eye on his other two sisters.

***

Princess Anna smiles politely as she is introduced to Prince Tharn.

"Your Highness," she says respectfully, "Welcome to New Rome! I see you've already found our champagne - how do you find the rest of the city, or haven't you had the opportunity to see it yet?"

Somewhere within the Zusayan Union a line of workers stands expectantly. The local Communist Party Chairman opens an enveople and announces "Ticket number 1779". A gasp falls over the crowd.
An Industrial worker called Chong who had finished his shift for the day holds up ticket 1779 and grunts:
"Over here Comrade! So who is this Anna anyhow?"
"You'll see comrade bachelor" said the party chairman as Red Guards quickly bustled Chong into an awaiting black limo...

Chong found himself transfered into a Red Locust Airline aircraft for dispatch to lands beyond.
A stewardess in a red uniform offered him a beer and a vodka. And there was in the inflight movie "The making of the September Revolution".
And then there was all the Red Guards and strange unifroms with initials KGB. This was no ordinary blind date thought Chong worriedly.

Political powers that came from the Supreme Soviet were at work for reasons of there own.

The Red Locust touched down at Louis International Airport. Chong was transfered to a flotilla of awaiting Volga limos with small red-flags fluttering. As they drove a pleasent member of the political directorate, sent to keep an eye on him, sat down next to him an she said:
"I am from the 13th directorate, party member in good standing - as you are Chong, and this could be a short visit. Have some more vodka - we have arrived!"
Chong put his workers cap back upon his head lost in momentous events unfolding...

OOC: This is the most amusing and creative first post in one of these ubiquitous marriage threads yet! :lol:

"Only from the air, Your Higness, but from what I saw - and from what I have heard from other - I can tell that it is a beautiful city. I hope to have an oppurtunity to look around while I am here", Tharn replied.
... and I'm sure my father will quiz me on every street I walk down and every junction I pass, he adds mentally.
I must say, Your Higness, that I am most impressed by what I have seen of the Palace and it's grounds", he went on, glancing around once more. "Both my father's great Fortress in Wyrmberg, and my own castle in Mulun, are much more... austere. Although they do have a certain harsh beauty of their own", he adds, thinking of the rugged, mountainous country of his Feifdom, surrounded by a mixture of pine-woods and deciduous (sp?) forests.

OOC: Great post, Zusayan Union :) Funny, yet also thought-provoking. I suppose, in a truly communist country, where all are equal, any man has equal right to be called "leader"...
Just looked at your post count - the post's especially impressive from one with only 5 posts to date!

OOC: Thanks Pantocratoria, Wyrmberg. Not exactly sure where to go with it though... (NB Chong is not leader by the way, Comrade Jack Volga is)

"Only from the air, Your Higness, but from what I saw - and from what I have heard from other - I can tell that it is a beautiful city. I hope to have an oppurtunity to look around while I am here", Tharn replied.
... and I'm sure my father will quiz me on every street I walk down and every junction I pass, he adds mentally.
I must say, Your Higness, that I am most impressed by what I have seen of the Palace and it's grounds", he went on, glancing around once more. "Both my father's great Fortress in Wyrmberg, and my own castle in Mulun, are much more... austere. Although they do have a certain harsh beauty of their own", he adds, thinking of the rugged, mountainous country of his Feifdom, surrounded by a mixture of pine-woods and deciduous (sp?) forests.

"You have a castle of your own? What sort of castle, what style, I mean?" says Princess Anna. "I'm sorry to ask you too many questions, but we've nothing like a real castle here in Pantocratoria, since our nation wasn't founded until the end of the Middle Ages."

"Well, Your Highness, I have never been a student of architecture, so I fear I couldn't put a name to the style, except maybe "Gothic" - although that has many unfortunat conotations, doesn't it? However, I will attempt to describe it..."
"Mulun is a mountainous region. The castle is built upon one of the highest peak - I say "built upon", yeta large part of the castle is actually within he castle, hewn from an existing cave system. The castle walls are octagonal in shape, with a small guard tower at each corner. The walls surround a central keep - the original castle building - which is rectangular in shape, and surmounted by a roof-courtyard surrounded with shoulder-heigh, crenelated(sp?) wall. In olden times, when this was the entire castle, the castle's defenders would rain arrows down upon their foes from this position - now, we use it as a landing-place for our Firedrakes.

"Anyway," he adds quickly, "I do not wish to bore you with too many details, Your Highness.
"If it please you, I would be most interrested to hear a little of the history of this Palace...."

((OOC: I may be tempted to join in, have Rufus try his hand at love again... Hmmm... But I'm not sure. Pantocratoria, what is your opinoin on cat-people? HERE (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/RufusandJanusLarge.jpg) is a piccy of Rufus standing alongside his twin sister, Princess Janus Mew. He's the taller one.))

Oh God, furries. Thanks but no thanks.

(no offence intended :wink: )

((OOC: None taken. ^.~
Ack! Furries (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/vwin1.jpg) are not Nekos (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/010-neko_musume-02-c.jpg)! Rufus is clearly a neko! Why do people automatically think my people are furries? Furries are humanoid felines, canines, foxes, etc. Nekos are humans with cat-like traits, i.e. tail, ear, eyes etc. etc. Nekos are much cuter IMHO then furries. *Grumble grumble.*))

OOC: Have to be offski now - at least for a while. Should be back on later, although I'm not sure how much later...

OOC: Back...
although it looks like I'm the only one here...

OOC: Hello

IC:

Fugo sauntered around the room, uncorked a bottle of vodka, emptied the contents in one large gulp before passing out on the floor and snoring loudly.

“Your Highness, you really should go over and introduce yourself. And give the Princess your gift.” Rev. Ambassador Jacob Donnelly, attired in a clerical collar under a white dinner jacket, with naval-style epaulets, nodded to his young charge and gestured towards the young Pantocratorian Princess.

“But,” Prince Joseph began before his father’s Ambassador cut him off with a look.

An obstinate teenager, Donnelly thought to himself, but then, all teenagers are. “Your Highness, just pretend it’s a party at your University and go and introduce yourself to a pretty girl. Diplomacy isn’t all that hard. It’s just being nice and a little outgoing. In these kinds of events, anyway,” he said with a smile.

But astronomy students don’t party, Joseph started to say, but he realized it would be no use. Instead, he straightened his blue army uniform – he was a bit of an iconoclast and had done army training instead of naval training – and glanced at the package he carried. According to Rev. Donnelly, Princess Anna had appreciated the gift he had brought of a first edition tome by Emperor Joshua I. So, Joseph had selected a first edition by Dr. Franklin Isgaard, the Empire’s first great scientist. He had written on mathematics, astronomy, theology and politics. He had the first observations of Neptune in 1845 and had been an early advocate for a written constitution, despite being a crown loyalist. He was a personal hero of the Prince.

With a deep breath, he walked towards the Princess. He stopped a few steps away and bowed deeply. “Your Highness, may I present myself? I am Prince Joseph of Excalbia, son of Emperor David IV.” He stood and found himself smiling at the Princess. “Please accept a small token of respect from Excalbia. It is one of my favorites…”

The Political Officer escorting comrade Chong hands-out red leflets giving the web-address of the Zusayan Union:

Leflet (http://www.geocities.com/comradesubversive/zusayanunion.html)

"Thank you, my good man." Simon said in Swedish, with barely a trace of an accent.

Miss this?

OOC: Not at all, but the Varangian was too respectful to inconvenience such an honoured guest with a tedious conversation with the help. :wink:

The Varangian bows respectfully as he takes the sword.

"You can be sure that this fine blade will be returned to you, sir." the Varangian says in Swedish as he leaves with it.

The herald at the top of the steps continues.

"After you have handed over any weapons to the Varangian Guard, you will be admitted to the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator, into the presence of His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty the Emperor Andreus!" says the herald, and he turns to lead the way for any unarmed guests and their unarmed entourages.


"So, this is my competition, is it?" Simon says, looking around. "Amusing."

"Well, Your Highness, I have never been a student of architecture, so I fear I couldn't put a name to the style, except maybe "Gothic" - although that has many unfortunat conotations, doesn't it? However, I will attempt to describe it..."
"Mulun is a mountainous region. The castle is built upon one of the highest peak - I say "built upon", yeta large part of the castle is actually within he castle, hewn from an existing cave system. The castle walls are octagonal in shape, with a small guard tower at each corner. The walls surround a central keep - the original castle building - which is rectangular in shape, and surmounted by a roof-courtyard surrounded with shoulder-heigh, crenelated(sp?) wall. In olden times, when this was the entire castle, the castle's defenders would rain arrows down upon their foes from this position - now, we use it as a landing-place for our Firedrakes.

"Anyway," he adds quickly, "I do not wish to bore you with too many details, Your Highness.
"If it please you, I would be most interrested to hear a little of the history of this Palace...."

"Well... New Rome was founded in 1467, and construction on the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator started then. It took over a century to complete, and was heavily influenced by some of the palaces back in Constantinople, St Peter's Basillica, and the style of ancient Roman buildings. In the late 1600s, a more baroque wing was added. It was designed to awe visitors with its magnificence, a compensation to the egos of my ancestors to help their prestige deal with the fact that they had lost Constantinople and couldn't get it back, try as they might." she smiles as she explains. "But I shouldn't bother you with too many other details. You'll get to see some more of the palace soon enough."

"Pardon me, M'lady Anna, but I am interested to learn more of the Knights Pantacroter..." Simon said, looking around at his competition. A great many of these people seem to feel they need looking after. Look at all these squires.

“Your Highness, you really should go over and introduce yourself. And give the Princess your gift.” Rev. Ambassador Jacob Donnelly, attired in a clerical collar under a white dinner jacket, with naval-style epaulets, nodded to his young charge and gestured towards the young Pantocratorian Princess.

“But,” Prince Joseph began before his father’s Ambassador cut him off with a look.

An obstinate teenager, Donnelly thought to himself, but then, all teenagers are. “Your Highness, just pretend it’s a party at your University and go and introduce yourself to a pretty girl. Diplomacy isn’t all that hard. It’s just being nice and a little outgoing. In these kinds of events, anyway,” he said with a smile.

But astronomy students don’t party, Joseph started to say, but he realized it would be no use. Instead, he straightened his blue army uniform – he was a bit of an iconoclast and had done army training instead of naval training – and glanced at the package he carried. According to Rev. Donnelly, Princess Anna had appreciated the gift he had brought of a first edition tome by Emperor Joshua I. So, Joseph had selected a first edition by Dr. Franklin Isgaard, the Empire’s first great scientist. He had written on mathematics, astronomy, theology and politics. He had the first observations of Neptune in 1845 and had been an early advocate for a written constitution, despite being a crown loyalist. He was a personal hero of the Prince.

With a deep breath, he walked towards the Princess. He stopped a few steps away and bowed deeply. “Your Highness, may I present myself? I am Prince Joseph of Excalbia, son of Emperor David IV.” He stood and found himself smiling at the Princess. “Please accept a small token of respect from Excalbia. It is one of my favorites…”

Princess Anna curtsies politely and accepts the book.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Highness." she says, smiling, before glancing at the book cover. "How fascinating! I'll be sure to read it, although I know nothing about mathematics."

She hands the book to a page, who takes it for later perusal.

"I'm afraid I've nothing for you or anyone else for that matter." she says. "Would you like some champagne? And are you an active member of the military, or is that charming uniform for show?"

She grins.

"Pardon me, M'lady Anna, but I am interested to learn more of the Knights Pantacroter..." Simon said, looking around at his competition. A great many of these people seem to feel they need looking after. Look at all these squires.

"Inquistor Simon, a pleasure to see you again." says Princess Anna. "The Knights of the Order of the Pantocrator were the founders of the Empire. They were survivors of the fall of Constantinople and the rest of the Eastern Empire. Over time, they've transformed from a militant crusader order into a means for the Emperor to recognise outstanding service to Pantocratoria or to its ideals, militarily, professionally, or charitably. Well, all of them except Sir Constantine the Hardy, that is. Sir Constantine is the chief domestic - the commander of the Varangian Guard and the personal champion of my father the Emperor. He's... a relic of a bygone age."

OOC: More information is available here http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=74094

ooc:good lord this is going to be hard to catch up on and stay caught up, did u know how much I read?!

Vahn enters the great palace. He looks around taking in all of the area with the eyes of a young general. Finally he moves up to where he hears voices. A guard moves in front of him as he is going to the room.

"Sir, your weapons please. And sir, no guards with you."

Vahn looks back at his guards, they sigh figuring this was going to happen.

"Just stay and wait with the other guards, come on men do you really think anything will happen to me.?"

Vahn pulls out his own sword. He feels it for a bit then give it to the guard.

"May I now pass?"

"Of course."

Vahn watches as the doors open and the room is displayed before him. He briskly moves forward and keeping his eyes on what is obviously the Princess. He gaze is strong and his steps are perfectly in line.

"What the hell am I getting myself into." he thought

He finally reaches the Princess.

"No gift and little information about whats happening!" he thinks as he sees the book.

He eyes now lock fully on the Princess. He stands with a heavy presence and waits for the conversation to stop so that he may address himself. He finally gets his chance. He puts his fist to where his heart would be, if he was not wearing the armor. It gives a slight metalic ting as it hits. He then proceeds to give a short bow.

"Princess Anna! I am Vahn, first son of Emperor Teros II."

He seems to relax now that the introduction is finished.

"If you don't mind me asking so...informally, but, what the hell did I miss? Excuse my language and behavior, its just that I don't get much time to myself, you know what I mean right?"

He seems to tense up again with the thought of screwing this up before he even got the chance.

"Me and my big mouth...." He thinks as he awaits a response.

"Pardon me, M'lady Anna, but I am interested to learn more of the Knights Pantacroter..." Simon said, looking around at his competition. A great many of these people seem to feel they need looking after. Look at all these squires.

"Inquistor Simon, a pleasure to see you again." says Princess Anna. "The Knights of the Order of the Pantocrator were the founders of the Empire. They were survivors of the fall of Constantinople and the rest of the Eastern Empire. Over time, they've transformed from a militant crusader order into a means for the Emperor to recognise outstanding service to Pantocratoria or to its ideals, militarily, professionally, or charitably. Well, all of them except Sir Constantine the Hardy, that is. Sir Constantine is the chief domestic - the commander of the Varangian Guard and the personal champion of my father the Emperor. He's... a relic of a bygone age."

OOC: More information is available here http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=74094

"Sounds much like the Inquisition... only without the undead hunting and secret policing." Simon said. "I should like to talk further with Sir Constantine."

He thought for a second. "Oh, and I have a gift for you" He pulled a package out of a little bag he held nearby.

http://jewelrylots.com/shop/images/M6.jpg

Hugo waits for a break in the convesation to introduce hinself to the princes.He give her a deep bow. He is in the Dress uniform of the SDF Pilot Rangers which he holds the rank of Major. Though he has many campaigns ribbons decorations he wears few medals "Lady Anna it is a honor and a pleasure to meet you." He rises from the bow. "I am Hugo Lee the crown prince of Western Might." Once in a while his left hand semms to twich and Hugo flexes his fingers slightly to stop it.

((Itchy trigger finger?))

((Itchy trigger finger?))

no it's his left hand not his right it's just a side effect from a wound he got a while ago.

Tharn listens with interest to the description first of the history of Pantocratoria, and then of the Knights Pantocrator.

"Fascinating," he murmurs. "I have never been keen on religious wars, and therefore have never had much time for religious warriors. But the accomplishments of the Knights Pantocrator are to be greatly admired...

Somewhere amidst the masses assembled Chong stands drinking a pint of champaign and holding a peacock underone arm.
The peacock seems bemused by events and curiously inspects the uniform of one of the Red Guards.

The political Officer from the 13th directorate, after handing out her leaflets (http://www.geocities.com/comradesubversive/zusayanunion.html), approaches Chong and gives him a box wrapped with a red ribbon:
"Here comrade, have his box. If she even comes near give it to her."

"Is it a bomb?" Chong asked.

"No comrade. It is full of red locusts"

Ah yes, though Chong, the national animal of the Zusayan Union.
He hoped She would not speak to him. He doubted the wonder of the gift in strange lands, but the peacock found the box even more interesting than the Red Guard's uniform...

Princess Anna curtsies politely and accepts the book.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Highness." she says, smiling, before glancing at the book cover. "How fascinating! I'll be sure to read it, although I know nothing about mathematics."

She hands the book to a page, who takes it for later perusal.

"I'm afraid I've nothing for you or anyone else for that matter." she says. "Would you like some champagne? And are you an active member of the military, or is that charming uniform for show?"

She grins.

Joseph's face reddens slightly. "Well, it is required that all members of the Imperial family take military training. Most, like my father, opt for the navy. I think they just like the white uniforms," he grins slightly, "but, I wanted something different, so I took army training. I am qualified as a second lieutenant. But, I'm not on active duty. I've actually just started classes at the University of Landing."

Joseph takes a glass from a passing waiter.

"So, your Highness, how do you occupy your free time?"

The old elf approaches to His Majesty. He kneels down in front of the Emperor and pulls out his sword, then offering it to him.

"I came here from Aelosia to pledge my loyalty to you. I want to be a Pantocratorian Knight. I'm more than willing to serve you and to serve this country, and to put my wisdom and my arm at your service. I will give my live if necessary to defend you and this country from any threat"

With Fugo passed out on the floor, Nikolai wandered over to see people. Finally, he reached Joseph and started nibbling his jacket.

Tharn watches as several of the Suitors offer up their gifts.
"Damn," he mutters to himself, "I knew I'd forget something, coming in such an all-fired hurry... going to a Diplomatic function and not bringing some token gift - stupid! That's basic diplomatic protocol."

He sighed. "Oh well, too late for that now..."
At that moment, Barl hurried in and whispered something into his General's ear (all Tharn's men thought of him as a General, rather than a Prince - which is how he prefered it, anyway).
As he listened, a smile slowly spread across Tharn's lips. Maybe he did have a gift to offer, after all...

The old elf approaches to His Majesty. He kneels down in front of the Emperor and pulls out his sword, then offering it to him.

"I came here from Aelosia to pledge my loyalty to you. I want to be a Pantocratorian Knight. I'm more than willing to serve you and to serve this country, and to put my wisdom and my arm at your service. I will give my live if necessary to defend you and this country from any threat"

"Count Kyrosal, I presume!" says the Emperor. "Rise, rise! Most excellent timing! I'll knight you at Mass in just a few minutes. Sir Constantine, quickly, take the Count to the chapel and prepare. Mass will be starting shortly!"

Sir Constantine the Hardy escorts Count Kyrosal out of the hall.

"My sister is going to love this." says the Emperor sarcastically to one of his Varangian Guard as he grins. The party continues.

Princess Anna struggles to remain composes as she is surrounded by suitors. She curtsies politely as she is introduced into new suitors, and accepts any gifts thrust into her hands.

"Honoured to meet you, sir... Thank you ever so much... Oh, hello..." she says, overwhelmed.

Princess Theodora approaches her.

"Anna are you OK?" she asks.

"Yes of course... thank you for the generous gift, oh it is beautiful... please Theodora leave me alone..." she says, turning between her sisters and the suitors. She opens the gift which was most recently shoved into her grip, and screams as a swarm of red locusts flutter about inside before she slams the lid shut again. "What the!"

Prince Constantine looks on, concerned. He speaks up.

"Whoa, whoa! Settle down, chaps! Calm down, sister." he says, stepping forward. "Now, let's just do this one at a time! Anna?"

Princess Anna is blushing and still breathing rapidly, her composure noticeably shaken by the locusts. She nods quietly.

"Hello Vahn, I'm Anna. I'm not sure if you missed anything really." she sounds a little intimidated by Vahn's imposing figure and manner. "My father welcomed you all, and invited us to join him for Mass in a few minutes. After Mass there'll be a feast in this hall."

She turns to Simon.

"Thankyou very much for this lovely broach, Simon." she says. "I love diamonds. But yes, we use knighthood as a means to recognise outstanding individuals, they're not a military order anymore."

She turns to Prince Hugo.

"Your Highness," she says respectfully. "The honour and pleasure is all mine. What a magnificent uniform you're wearing!"

She turns again to Tharn.

"The Knights of the Order of the Pantocrator haven't been real warriors for more than two hundred years, excepting Sir Constantine the Hardy of course. But the rest of the Order are just knights by virtue of their deeds - bravery in the Pantocratorian military, or outstanding charitable works, that sort of thing. My father uses knighthood to reward such men." she explains.

She turns again to Joseph.

"My brothers wear military uniforms all the time, Your Highness," she says, cheering a little as she glances at Prince Constantine, teasing him with her eyes, before quieting to a whisper, "but they've never actually trained as anything. I think you'd find most royalty is like that. But you've started at university? What are you studying? Erm... is that a Dregrukian chewing on your jacket?"

She turns to Chong.

"Erm... is that a peacock under your arm?" she asks, confused. "Wait, you're the one who gave me those locusts, aren't you!"

Prince Constantine speaks up as Princess Anna glares angrily at Chong.

"Mass! Please, everyone, join us for Mass. I'm told there'll be a special ceremony of some sort. Come sisters, honoured guests..." the Prince says as he leads on.

As the party leaves the chamber and proceeds through the halls, Prince Constantine walks alongside Princess Anna, trying to calm her down a little.

"What happened in there, I'm usually so... together." she whispers to him.

"You're just anxious. You'll settle down. You're doing fine." Constantine says, reassuringly.

Princess Theodora negotiates her way through the group to walk alongside Prince/General Tharn.

"Hello again!" she says, as if she found her way to his side by accident. "Have you ever been to Mass before?"

Suddenly the young elf, his uniform perfectly marking his slim and well formed silouette, his silver hair falling over his face, hiding his deep blue eyes; stands in front of the princess Anna. He stares at her beatiful eyes, quickly being hypnotized by the big, sweet eyes of the princess No elven maiden has that kind of eyes, and to think that in Aelosia my friends told me that human women were ugly as a mud fence!, they didn't saw this one for sure. He just stands there, looking at her eyes C'mon, you fool, just say something, you're one of the most skilled courtiers in all Aelosia and you're going just to stand here and say nothing?.

"Oh...sorry, I see that you are very occupied right now...I don't want to bother you...I hope to meet you later", then he makes an exquisite bow and in the same movement he takes the princess hand and softly kisses it. After that, he just turns and leaves, easily getting lost in the crowd. This human woman, Why she's so disturbing to me? he says to himself, now far from the princess view.

"Who was that?" whispers Anna, intrigued, to Prince Constantine, as the party turns the corner and enters the magnificent Chapel of Saint Constantine. The siblings dip their fingers in holy water and cross themselves as they lead the guests into the chapel.

The "chapel" is massive - bigger than most churches, and is built of marble. Greek-style iconography decorates the wall and ceiling. Already sitting in the Imperial family's box in the sanctum are the Emperor Andreus I and Princess Zoë. Prince Constantine, Princess Anna and Princess Theodora walk towards the stairs leading to the box, after januflecting. Constantine and Anna ascend the stairs and join their father and sister, but as Theodora tries to ascend the stairs, a priest grabs her by the arm and pulls her gently back off the stairs. The happy expression on Theodora's face is wiped blank and she blushes. Instead of joining her family in their box, she kneels down in front of the staircase. Zoë looks down from the Imperial box and pokes her tongue at Theodora when she thinks the Emperor isn't looking. Prince Constantine was looking, however, and he shoves his youngest sister gently to pull her back into line.

The Mass begins. It is said in French. After Communion, the Emperor descends from his box. Four Varangians carry in an ancient looking golden throne, and place it before the altar, and the Emperor sits in it. A herald steps forward with a scroll of vellum in his hand.

"Count Kyrosal Depilh, come forth and kneel before the throne." says the herald.

Sir Constantine the Hardy enters the chapel, followed by a group of squires, who carry a sword, a suit of armour, a shield, and spurs on velvet cushions. Sir Constantine leads the squires up to the altar, where the squires place the cushions on the table.

OOC: Damn! Aelosia seems to have logged off. Oh well... so I don't go to bed leaving the ceremony half complete and the Princess utterly inaccessible... I'll just continue, although I would've liked Aelosia to confirm that the Count is going through the motions! :oops:

IC:

Kyrosal Depilh enters the chapel. He approaches the Emperor in his throne, januflects to the sacrament, and then kneels.

"Be it known to all men that I, Andreus Capet am minded to raise Kyrosal Depilh by virtue of his honour, loyalty, valour, and skill at arms, to the high rank of knighthood." says the herald to the assembled guests.

"Kyrosal Depilh, do you swear to acknowledge Emperor Andreus of Pantocratoria to be your true and lawful liege?" the herald asks the elf.

"I do swear it." answers Kyrosal.

"Do you swear fealty to Emperor Andreus of Pantocratoria, to defend and obey him until he depart the throne, or death shall take you?" asks the herald.

"I do swear it." answers Kyrosal.

The Emperor stands, and approaches the kneeling Kyrosal. Sir Constantine the Hardy hands the Emperor the sword from the altar.

"Let this be the last blow you receive without just recourse." says the Emperor before striking Kyrosal on the shoulder with the flat of the sword, hard enough to knock the elf back a bit. Kyrosal kneels before the Emperor again, and holds up his hands, palm to palm. The Emperor hands the sword back to Sir Constantine, before placing his hands over Kyrosal's hands.

"Repeat after me, 'I, Kyrosal Depilh, do solemnly swear and pledge my sword to Emperor Andreus of Pantocratoria, my liege, to defend and obey him until he depart the throne or death shall take me, and to uphold the honour of knighthood.'" says the herald to Kyrosal.

"I, Kyrosal Depilh, do solemnly swear and pledge my sword to Emperor Andreus of Pantocratoria, my liege, to defend and obey him until he depart the throne or death shall take me, and to uphold the honour of knighthood." repeats the elf.

"Repeat after me, 'I, Kyrosal Depilh, do solemnly swear that I shall never rest until the reconquest of Constantinople, and the restoration of my liege, Andreus Capet, to the throne of the Romans, whereupon sat his ancestors, from the Emperor Constantine I until the Emperor Constantine XI, and whereupon his descendants shall sit again in splendour and glory, as the Equal of the Apostles, God's vicegerent on Earth, the Emperor of the Romans.'" says the herald.

"I, Kyrosal Depilh, do solemnly swear that I shall never rest until the reconquest of Constantinople, and the restoration of my liege, Andreus Capet, to the throne of the Romans, whereupon sat his ancestors, from the Emperor Constantine I until the Emperor Constantine XI, and whereupon his descendants shall sit again in splendour and glory, as the Equal of the Apostles, God's vicegerent on Earth, the Emperor of the Romans." swears Kyrosal.

"And I, for my part, do swear to defend and honour Kyrosal Deliph as befits a true knight." says the Emperor, as Sir Constantine the Hardy hands him the sword once more. The Emperor lightly taps Kyrosal on each shoulder with the sword.

"I dub thee Sir Kyrosal." says the Emperor. "Receive now your spurs, your right to suitable arms..."

Squires bring forth the spurs and the shield.

http://members.optusnet.com.au/a_marrington/ns/sirkyrosaldepilh.JPG
The shield of Sir Kyrosal

"...and take this, my sword," says the Emperor as he girds the sword onto Sir Kyrosal's belt. "to your side to serve and defend me well."

There is a brief, serene pause.

"Arise, Sir Knight." says the Emperor.

Hugo feels out of place at mass. Though the royal family had always been of strong faith, he was the odd ball of his house. And had not been to a mass in several years but he the French being spoken easy enough and did his best not to seem rude.

After the Mass concludes, the rest of the Imperial family descends from the box.

"And now guests, we've prepared a feast back in the main hall for you. I hope very much that you all like peacock." says the Emperor.

The party starts to make its way back to the main hall. Princess Anna has visibly calmed down and seems quite happy and confident again. But Princess Theodora looks intensely embarrassed and dejected. She hangs her head low as the group arrives back in the main hall.

The Pantocratorian kitchen staff have outdone themselves - a magnificent feast has been prepared. Three long tables have been linked together at right angles forming one large table in the shape of an upside down U, with the Emperor sitting in the exact middle of the table. Princess Anna makes sure she moves about the table so that throughout the feast, every guest has an opportunity to speak to her.

Hugo sits at one of the tables looking at the vast amout of food in front of him. at first the amount of the elegantly made food just shocks him. But is soon set in that mess cooks in the military do the same. But not as nearlly as good as this by far.
He waits for the King and the other royals to start eating before he does. Out of respect not caution.

Hugo see's Princess Anna close by and give a polite wave."Ah princes Anna so good to see you agian."

"Good to see you too, Your Highness." Princess Anna answers with a smile on her face. "Do you like the roast peacock? Be sure to save some room for desert, I'm sure the Emperor's chef will have prepared his speciality - a Peacock gelatin!"

OOC: Oh, I'm so sorry!. I really wanted to RP that. But don't worry, it was perfect!. I was writing a huge post about the coronation of our new emperor...By the way, the Princess Aliria sent an invitation to Sir Michael inviting him to the coronation in representation of the Empire of Pantocratoria. She referred to him as "old friend", although we can't understand that.

Count Kyrosal was deeply moved, and he says to the Emperor, "That was the most beautiful cremony I had ever saw. I want to receive baptism and convert my soul to catholicism. Oh, Sire, let me introduce my son. He's the next Count of the House of Depihl, his name is Bastianel". He drags a young elf, the same elf lad who kissed anna's hand, from the crowd. He sees the emperor and make a perfect bow before him "May the Supreme God Eru bless you, Sire", he says, but his eyes was staring directly at Princess Anna, smiling at her.

OOC: Sorry :oops:

"Good to see you too, Your Highness." Princess Anna answers with a smile on her face. "Do you like the roast peacock? Be sure to save some room for desert, I'm sure the Emperor's chef will have prepared his speciality - a Peacock gelatin!"

Please prince call me Hugo, it fells odd when people call my 'highness' guess to many years away from the Castle. And yes the Peacock is divine.

OOC: I'm an Emperor not a King! 8)

IC:

The Emperor smiles.

"Sir Knight!" he says cheerfully. "You will most certainly be baptised. On the morrow we could have you baptised in the Cathedral of Christ Pantocrator itself. I am most honoured to meet your son..."

The Emperor follows Bastianel's gaze to Anna, who looks up. Her gaze locks with Bastianel's and she sits still, as if mesmerised.

"Ah... another suitor, eh?" muses the Emperor. "You'll have to drop that Supreme God Eru nonsense if you're seeking my daughter's hand. We could baptise you tomorrow along with your father."

Anna's eyes stay locked on Bastianel's. Bastianel is the first elf she's ever met, and the meeting has obviously had a profound impact. Anna's brother, Prince Constantine, leans over her should and waves his hand in front of her eyes. Anna breaks her gaze as Constantine chuckles at her subsequent embarassment. Anna gives him a friendly shove.

"She's worth it, my boy." the Emperor continues. "Think about it."

For the first time Hugo notices that the newly knighted man is a elf. He closes is eyes for a second. Yes a full blood it seems. And most likely a better elven family tree then his.

OOC Hugo is a half elf.

"I'm sorry if I offended you by calling you 'highness', Hugo." says Princess Anna. "It wasn't my intent, at all. Please, forgive me."

"I'm sorry if I offended you by calling you 'highness', Hugo." says Princess Anna. "It wasn't my intent, at all. Please, forgive me."

"No need to apologize Princess Anna. It was not your fault, it was mine mine. But lets talk of a more pleasent subject. About your country perhaps, it is a land filled with many beauties. Both with nature and with people."

Chong tucks into his peacock dinner with relish and a big grin.
The living peacock he had found somewhere looks around at the diners and squarks and then passes out, appauled.

"So different to roasted locust, criquet nomade al la rogue" says Chong to his Political Officer.

She nods eating the food with chop-sticks.

"Soo...what is a knight then?" asks Chong mistified.

She thought of an answer..."Its an Imperialist Red Army Soldier."

"I see, so whats a baptism then?" asked Chong enyoying himself.

She had to think on this one. "Its a opiation ceremony", she whispers,
"they pour water on someones head."

Chong was glad noone was going to pour water over his head.

The Political Officer whispered to Chong in passing "Anna liked the Locusts"...

"Well, the natural beauties have been somewhat depleted by all that silly uranium mining. At first we were mining it in moderation, and then..." the Princess stops. "Sorry. What would you like to know about Pantocratoria?"

The young elf seems to be surprised "I didn't mean to disrespect you, Your Highness, Eru is just the elven name for God, the only god who creates all of us, but if I earn the right to look in the eyes of your daughter by adopting your religion, I will be delighted to be baptised tomorrow with my father, and honor God, Your Highness, and my father."

He stares again at the Princess, smiling. Then he approaches to the place where she sits with Hugo and says to her "Sorry, Your Highness, I didn't had the time to introduce myself properly back there. I'm Bastianel Depihl, heir of the Depihl House. And I have a gift for you..." he takes out a little box from his pocket. He opens the box and puts it in front of the Princess. Inside is a beautiful cross made of pure mithril, carved by an expert hand.
http://www.stonewerksinc.com/include/multimedia/images/product/cross.jpg

OOC: Is it Depihl or Depilh because I think you spelt it Depilh in the Knightly Order of the Pantocrator thread... which confused me...

IC:
"Oh it's beautiful! Mithril you say?" says Anna, accepting the cross. She looks back up and her eyes lock in Bastianel's gaze once again. "I'm honoured to meet you, Bastianel. I'm Anna. I'm..."

There's something so different about his eyes! she thinks to herself. She almost felt debilitated when she looked into Bastianel's eyes.

A Varangian Guard leans against the wall of the chamber, reading one of the leaflets handed out by Chong's political officer.

"Hey Sven," he says to his comrade in Swedish.

"What?" answers Sven.

"This leaflet says we should be fighting our bourgeois fascist oppressors for control of the means of production." says the first Varangian thoughtfully.

The two guards stand pondering, watching the opulent feast in front of them.

"What the hell does that mean?" asks Sven.

The first Varangian pauses thoughtfully.

"Maybe we're supposed to raid the kitchen?" he considers outloud.

He stares deeply into her eyes, fascinated by the shining color that appears in her pupils when she looks at him. She kisses her hand again. "Yes, Mithril, elvish silver, but to me your eyes are just the more rare and beautiful gems I've ever seen"

Then he turns to Hugo, "Oh sir, I didn't meant to be rude, I think I interrumpted you, let me introduce myself, I'm Bastianel Depihl, and you are...?"

http://www-personal.umich.edu/~weyrbrat/fanfic/anime/dragon/pix5/battle.jpg
Bastianel Depihl

At the words "...bourgeois fascist..." the Political Officer's ears stood up!

Could it be, she thought, yes surely, they had understood the message of hope and liberation...of Kumbar the Red's idealism for an International workers revolution...

She was enraputred for a moment and then, after flashing the palace guards a solidarity smile, quickly continued eating with a renewed prolitarian enthusiasm.

Chong thought she fancied half the palace guards!
He pretended that he hadn't noticed; it seemed the best idea.
Really it was none of his buisness anyway...but soo many!

He downed his pint of champaign quickly...and smiled at Anna.
Perhaps Anna and his political officer were alike in someways...he thought
, afterall Anna too seemed to have soo many boyfriends!

He stares deeply into her eyes, fascinated by the shining color that appears in her pupils when she looks at him. She kisses her hand again. "Yes, Mithril, elvish silver, but to me your eyes are just the more rare and beautiful gems I've ever seen"

Then he turns to Hugo, "Oh sir, I didn't meant to be rude, I think I interrumpted you, let me introduce myself, I'm Bastianel Depihl, and you are...?"



Hugo shrugs "It's quite alright good sir. My name is Hugo Lee Crown Prince of Western Might, but you may just call me Hugo."

To the princess Anna:
Ah Uranium mining, Western Might too has that little problem. But anyway I wishto now more about the culture and bluilding structure. This type really dose catch the eyes."

Vahn moves down into the dinning area, with obvious slowness as he thinks.
"Wow that was interesting.....a little boring compared to what we do back home, but no matter. Why are these elves always going the same places as I am? Hey, there's that one guy...Chong...hehehe!"

He smiles to himself as he thinks the last thought. His eyes finally land on Princess Theodora as she stands alone.

"Poor girl, sister getting all the attetion, must feel a little lonely. I should go talk to her. No father would be angry if I strayed from the my mission. But then again...I should have some compassion, alright I'll do it. Why the hell am I arguing with myself?"

He walks up to Princess Theodora. Standard proceedure forces his body to do the standard Royal/Military greeting from back home, altough he manages to do it slightly faster.

"Interesting cermony back there. Hi, i'm Vahn, it seems your sister is a little busy so why don't you tell me about the city and your country?"

She turns to Simon.

"Thankyou very much for this lovely broach, Simon." she says. "I love diamonds. But yes, we use knighthood as a means to recognise outstanding individuals, they're not a military order anymore."



"Yes, I thought you would. With your permission, I think I had better speak to your father. See if he approves of my suit."

((Roanians are always stiffly formal. They can't help it))

She turns to Simon.

"Thankyou very much for this lovely broach, Simon." she says. "I love diamonds. But yes, we use knighthood as a means to recognise outstanding individuals, they're not a military order anymore."



"Yes, I thought you would. With your permission, I think I had better speak to your father. See if he approves of my suit."

((Roanians are always stiffly formal. They can't help it))

"Of course, my father is sitting just over there with Count Kyrosal." says Anna.

He stares deeply into her eyes, fascinated by the shining color that appears in her pupils when she looks at him. She kisses her hand again. "Yes, Mithril, elvish silver, but to me your eyes are just the more rare and beautiful gems I've ever seen"


Anna blushes.

"Ah... uh... thankyou, Bastianel, that's a lovely thing to say." shes says softly.

"You're both elves?" she asks Bastianel and Hugo, trying to change the topic, embarrassed. "You look quite different..."

Princess Anna chokes on her words.

"Not that I meant that all elves look alike!" she says, visions of the terrible film The Eternal Elf from Iesus Christi, which her aunt Princess Irene had made her watch a few days beforehand. "I'm sorry..."

At the words "...bourgeois fascist..." the Political Officer's ears stood up!

Could it be, she thought, yes surely, they had understood the message of hope and liberation...of Kumbar the Red's idealism for an International workers revolution...

She was enraputred for a moment and then, after flashing the palace guards a solidarity smile, quickly continued eating with a renewed prolitarian enthusiasm.

Chong thought she fancied half the palace guards!
He pretended that he hadn't noticed; it seemed the best idea.
Really it was none of his buisness anyway...but soo many!

He downed his pint of champaign quickly...and smiled at Anna.
Perhaps Anna and his political officer were alike in someways...he thought
, afterall Anna too seemed to have soo many boyfriends!

"Hey, Erik..." says Sven in Swedish, nudging the guard with the leaflet. "...I think that woman in the uniform has it bad for you, I just saw her glancing over here and smiling at you!"

"Really?" asks Erik. "She is quite attractive, even in that uniform, don't you think?"

"I'd like to dictate her proletariat, if you catch my drift!" says Sven.

The two guards laugh.

She turns to Simon.

"Thankyou very much for this lovely broach, Simon." she says. "I love diamonds. But yes, we use knighthood as a means to recognise outstanding individuals, they're not a military order anymore."



"Yes, I thought you would. With your permission, I think I had better speak to your father. See if he approves of my suit."

((Roanians are always stiffly formal. They can't help it))

"Of course, my father is sitting just over there with Count Kyrosal." says Anna.

Bowing deeply and kissing Anna's hands, Simon walks to the emperor. "M'lord, I ask your permission to court your daughter."

Vahn moves down into the dinning area, with obvious slowness as he thinks.
"Wow that was interesting.....a little boring compared to what we do back home, but no matter. Why are these elves always going the same places as I am? Hey, there's that one guy...Chong...hehehe!"

He smiles to himself as he thinks the last thought. His eyes finally land on Princess Theodora as she stands alone.

"Poor girl, sister getting all the attetion, must feel a little lonely. I should go talk to her. No father would be angry if I strayed from the my mission. But then again...I should have some compassion, alright I'll do it. Why the hell am I arguing with myself?"

He walks up to Princess Theodora. Standard proceedure forces his body to do the standard Royal/Military greeting from back home, altough he manages to do it slightly faster.

"Interesting cermony back there. Hi, i'm Vahn, it seems your sister is a little busy so why don't you tell me about the city and your country?"

Princess Theodora looks up at Vahn and smiles happily, the strained look on her face disappearing.

"Hello Vahn, I'm Theodora." she says. "I'm don't know much history compared to my sister, but I know a little to try and answer you question. New Rome is the capital of the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria, although it is the second largest and oldest city. New Constantinople is older and much, much bigger. New Rome is much prettier though, the whole old quarter of the city was planned out from the day the first stone was laid, it wasn't built haphazardly like New Constantinople. There's no factories or docks or industry here in New Rome, so there aren't any working class people either. No, New Rome is where the richest Pantocratorians slap each other on the back and have competitions about whose house has more ionic columns, or marble statues, or bigger formal gardens."

The Princess rolls her eyes.

"It's boring." she says flatly to Vahn. Her eyes sparkle playfully as she continues. "But you don't look boring. Not at all. Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

Bowing deeply and kissing Anna's hands, Simon walks to the emperor. "M'lord, I ask your permission to court your daughter."

"Ah, a man who knows what he wants, and knows how to ask for it." says the Emperor, putting the peacock leg he was eating aside. He wipes his hands on a towel being held by a page as he continues. "Sir, before I make up my mind about whom my daughter will marry, I'd like to know a few things. Tell me sir, what are the circumstances of your birth and position in Roania? What do you stand to inherit? Would you live in Roania after the marriage or here in Pantocratoria? And so on. So, why not join me for desert, and talk it over with me? Please, sit down."

"Yes, M'lord. I am the son of Duke Leopold Darquis, and I stand to inherit around 50 miles of mountainous land full of resources, a castle, and some 10 million odd citizens living inside Fort Dericks. My current position? I am an Inquisitor in the Holy Roanian Inquisition, something roughly equivalent to the noble rank of knight. And I would live wherever you and my lord CRO Black would have me, and if you two are ambivalent then wherever Anna wants to live." Simon shrugs. "After the way my father treats me I'm ready for anything."

"I am in no way ambivalent about my children." says the Emperor. His eyes dart about the table, before settling on Theodora, speaking to Vahn. "Well... about some more than others, perhaps. In any case, I had planned to make Anna a minister in the Imperial Government when she reaches the age of majority. I'd prefer her to stay here most of the time, although of course you would travel back and forth between Pantocratoria and Roania as it suits you. If this arrangement is satisfactory to you, sir, then I would be most pleased to grant you permission to court my daughter. But you should be aware, that you will have some stiff competition, and I will consider every suit equally when I make my decision about my daughter's husband."

"Of course, M'lord." Simon bows. "Being considered is all I ask."

As the dinner wound down and the guests began to mingle, Joseph sought out Princess Anna. Though he had been reluctant, he had to admit that she was a charming young woman. Moving through the crowd of suitors, he found himself face to face with the Princess.

“Your Highness,” Joseph said with a surprisingly graceful bow, “if you have a moment, I’d love to resume our talk. I understand that there are many of us vying for your attention, but …” His face flushed red. “Um, anyway, have you started university? I wish you could visit Excalbia someday. The campus at the University of Landing is beautiful – green and lush. Also, it is right on the coast, so there is the beach as well...

"Though, as an astronomy student what I appreciate most is that it is in the countryside, so the entire night sky is ablaze with stars. Growing up in Citadel Excalbia, it was difficult to see all but the brightest stars…”

Joseph smiled embarrassedly. “I’m sorry, but I’m doing all the talking. I’d really like to hear about you and your interests…”

* * *

Across the chamber, Ambassador Rev. Jacob Donnelly approached Emperor Andreus’ throne. Rev. Donnelly bowed, then spoke quietly. “Your Majesty, if I might have a moment.” Donnelly reached into his jacket and removed a sealed envelope. “His Majesty, David IV, has sent this letter to you. From what I understand, he is concerned that his son, Prince Joseph, spends too much time concerned with science and mathematics and that he desires for the Prince to develop his diplomatic and political skills. So, he asks if there is if you can find a way to encourage him to remain at your court for a while, even if your daughter does not wish to entertain him as suitor, so that he can develop those skills.” The Reverend handed the letter, bearing the Emperor’s personal seal, to the Pantocratorian Emperor.

Count Kyrosal leave the Emperor for a moment "Excuse me, Your Highness, I have something to do". He approaches his son and hushes:

"Come on over here, I have something to tell you." The young elf turns to the princess and says "Excuse me, Princess Anna, I will leave you for a while"

They walks to a balcony nearby. "Tell me father, What you want with me?" says Bastianel.

"Are you trying to court the Princess?. You should ask me permission for that" says the old elf, visibly disturbed.

"I don't know father, I didn't came here with that purpose, but her eyes, and her face are so...atractive to me. I want to court her, and I know I need your permission for that. Please father, let me try it".

Kyrosal smiled, his son was like him when he was young, brash and impetous. He hadn't think about that the princess was a human, from a different world. "You have my blessings...But, Don't you think you should ask permission to her father too?. You're being rude and disrespectful, that's not the way I raised you"

"You're right father, you always are. I will ask permission to the Emperor"

"Don't worry, son, I will help you in any way I could. Remember anyway that if she doesn't like you, in your homeland many elven maidens are whispering your name right now."

"I know. But she likes me, I'm sure. And she's more interesting than any elven maiden"

As the dinner wound down and the guests began to mingle, Joseph sought out Princess Anna. Though he had been reluctant, he had to admit that she was a charming young woman. Moving through the crowd of suitors, he found himself face to face with the Princess.

“Your Highness,” Joseph said with a surprisingly graceful bow, “if you have a moment, I’d love to resume our talk. I understand that there are many of us vying for your attention, but …” His face flushed red. “Um, anyway, have you started university? I wish you could visit Excalbia someday. The campus at the University of Landing is beautiful – green and lush. Also, it is right on the coast, so there is the beach as well...

"Though, as an astronomy student what I appreciate most is that it is in the countryside, so the entire night sky is ablaze with stars. Growing up in Citadel Excalbia, it was difficult to see all but the brightest stars…”

Joseph smiled embarrassedly. “I’m sorry, but I’m doing all the talking. I’d really like to hear about you and your interests…”


Princess Anna looks a little embarrassed.

"No, I've not started university. And I never will." she says, pausing for a moment. "No member of the Imperial family has ever gone to university. All our tuition is private. We... we wouldn't fit in with other students. But, your university sounds lovely, in the countryside, under the stars..."

She smiles, thoughtfully.

"I should like to see it one day." she says. "As for my interests... I'm particularly interested in politics. I hope that my father makes me a minister when I turn 18 like he did for my brother Constantine. My eldest brother Andreus was made Despot of New Constantinople, of course, but I want to be a minister. I want to be in the thick of it, making decisions which matter. What about you? Do you have an interest in politics?"

Across the chamber, Ambassador Rev. Jacob Donnelly approached Emperor Andreus’ throne. Rev. Donnelly bowed, then spoke quietly. “Your Majesty, if I might have a moment.” Donnelly reached into his jacket and removed a sealed envelope. “His Majesty, David IV, has sent this letter to you. From what I understand, he is concerned that his son, Prince Joseph, spends too much time concerned with science and mathematics and that he desires for the Prince to develop his diplomatic and political skills. So, he asks if there is if you can find a way to encourage him to remain at your court for a while, even if your daughter does not wish to entertain him as suitor, so that he can develop those skills.” The Reverend handed the letter, bearing the Emperor’s personal seal, to the Pantocratorian Emperor.

"My dear Donnelly," says the Emperor as he opens the envelope, "I'd love to have Prince Joseph stay with us. I can teach him how to rule as my father taught me - by throwing me in the deep end. He can learn by doing... yes, I think I'd rather enjoy having your bookworm Prince staying with me!"

Princess Theodora negotiates her way through the group to walk alongside Prince/General Tharn.

"Hello again!" she says, as if she found her way to his side by accident. "Have you ever been to Mass before?"

OOC: My apologies for not replying - I logged off just before that post :oops:

Can we just assume that Tharn and Theodora made some small talk, but get seperated when the Preist stops Theodora going to Mass?

Princess Theodora negotiates her way through the group to walk alongside Prince/General Tharn.

"Hello again!" she says, as if she found her way to his side by accident. "Have you ever been to Mass before?"

OOC: My apologies for not replying - I logged off just before that post :oops:

Can we just assume that Tharn and Theodora made some small talk, but get seperated when the Preist stops Theodora going to Mass?

OOC: That's fine. The priest didn't stop Theodora from going to Mass though, just from entering the sanctum with the rest of the Imperial family. She knelt down in front of it instead for the whole Mass, in front of where the other guests were sitting. For an explanation, refer to the National Factfile and/or the Visit Pantocratoria thread.

Seeing the throng of suitors surrounding the Princess Anna, Prince Tharn decided not to approach her immediately - "She must be feeling pretty crowded as it is", he thought to himself.

Instead, he decided to go and check on Barl, who he had sent to attend to events in the Wyrmbergii camp - events which, Tharn hoped, would provide him with a worthy gift for Anna -and for other members of her family, also.

OOC: I did post earlier that Barl - Tharn's second-in-command - went off to ask for permission for the Wyrmbergii Riders to set up camp in a secluded part of the grounds. For the moment I'll assume this request was granted, but if you'd rather they were somewhere else (i.e. if the request was denied), please post and I'll be happy to edit...

As Tharn heads for the exit, he passes Theodora and Vahn, and, in passing, snaps off a salute to Theodora (although the smile on his face makes the gesture one of freindship, removing it's usual millitary austerity). Then, making a mental note to continue his conversation with her later, he continues on his way out into the grounds, towards where his men have set up a temporary camp.

As he enters the camp, the men snap to attention, but he waves away such formalities and they continue with their tasks, while Tharn heads for the large Stable-tent at the centre of the camp.

It is around this tent that most of the camp's activity is centred, and to one anyone versed in the military routine of a Wyrmbergii camp it would be obvious that there was a lot more activity than usual.

Tharn pushed his way through the great door-flaps of the tent, his eyes quickly adjusting to the relative gloom withtin. At the centre of the tent, lying curled in a shallow depression she had excavated in the earth, lay a female Firedrake. In the hollow made by her curled form could be seen three round shapes...

Hurrying over to the two figures crouching beside her, Tharn cleared his throat softly to make himself known. The men looked round, then quickly jumped up and snapped to attention.

"No need for that!" Tharn admonished them. "Barl," he went on - for the right-hand man was none other - "you can fill me in. You," he added to the other man - who, by the concerned look in his eyes and the way he kept glancing at the curled Drake, he could see was her Rider - "attend to her - she'll need your company."

The man glanced gratefully at Tharn, then quickly returned to his scaled companion's side. Tharn's eyes followed him, then he turned back to Barl. "Now," he prompted, "suppose you tell me how this all came about..."

Bastianel enters the hall again, heading for the Emperor. He stands in front of him and fall to his knees, saying "Your Majesty, I know I'm not worthy, but I want to court your daughter, Princess Anna. I hope you can forgive me for not asking permission to you before. I was disrespectful.". The elven noble was like an ancient fey, asking for a favor to a mighty ancient ruler of legend.

"Now now, my boy, I invited everyone here for the specific purpose of courting my daughter. But I do appreciate the gesture." says the Emperor. "You have my permission, just remember, there are a lot of other suitors... and... there are elements... of my government which... shall we say, there are those who think the knighting of your father went too far?"

Barol glanced over at the Drake and her rider, then spoke quietly to Tharn.
"Well, General," he explained (like all his men, Barol used his military title), "it's like this. As you know young Tonn over there's transfer from another Wing was just recently accepted, and this was his first mission with us. It seems that his excitement and pride at the fact was such that his Thaneth - that's his Firedrake, of course - decided not to tell him she was ready to Clutch..."

"That's extraordinary!" exclaimed Tharn, his eyes widening. "Everyone knows Drakes are territorial, and their territory is confined to Wyrmberg - and the DrakeRealms! I've never heard of a Clutch being layed outside the Realms - ever!"

"But then," he added more thoughtfully, "I suppose it makes sense... The empathic bond between Rider and Firedrake is one of the strongest bonds there is, and Thaneth must have not wanted to disappoint Tonn. Still, I'd have thought..."
"Young Tonn was very keen to be on this mission, sir" interjected Barl. "He's only been a rider a year*, and he was... well, both honoured and surprised to be accepted into your Wing. He was desperate to do well and to impress you..."

"I already was impressed - by his performance in the Games last month. That's why I offered him a place in the Wing" answered Tharn. "Yet I must admit I am flattered - he must have been really keen for his emotion to have had this effect on Thaneth..." Then, slightly embarrased, he quickly got back to business. "We'll need to keep those eggs warm, or they'll never hatch, and I hate to think what effect that'd have on Taneth - or on Tonn's conscience, for that matter. We can't risk trying to get them back to the Caldera in Wyrmberg - there'd be no way of keeping them warm on the journey. No, I'll have to find out whether there are any spots of volcanic activity in Pantocratoria. If not, we'll just have to make do with hot ash. Tell the cooks that from now on all ash from the cooking fires comes straight here...."
"I doubt that will suffice, sir" interjected Barl.
"I know that, Barl, if you'd just let me finish..." he replied, reproachfully. "I was about to say that I'd ask if we could be provided with some extra wood or coal, when I enquired about volcanoes and such."
Barl looked embarrased. "Forgive me, sir, I didn't mean to question..."
Tharn smiled and grasped his Wingsecond's shoulder. "That's quite alright, old freind, I realise you're concerned - as are we all! - for the welfare of both Drake, Rider and eggs. But fear not - all will be well!"

And with that, he turned and hurried towards the door-flaps - giving Tonn a reassuring sile and a clap on the back as he passed, and out into the grounds, toward the Palace.

"I know. My father and me came here to proof that elves can be as noble and educated as any Pantocratorian. I will show that to all your subjects, including your family. However, I thank Your Highness for the advice.."

"I know. My father and me came here to proof that elves can be as noble and educated as any Pantocratorian. I will show that to all your subjects, including your family. However, I thank Your Highness for the advice.."

"If there is one thing my sister and her allies are not concerned with... it is proof." snorts the Emperor.

Princess Anna looks a little embarrassed.

"No, I've not started university. And I never will." she says, pausing for a moment. "No member of the Imperial family has ever gone to university. All our tuition is private. We... we wouldn't fit in with other students. But, your university sounds lovely, in the countryside, under the stars..."

She smiles, thoughtfully.

"I should like to see it one day." she says. "As for my interests... I'm particularly interested in politics. I hope that my father makes me a minister when I turn 18 like he did for my brother Constantine. My eldest brother Andreus was made Despot of New Constantinople, of course, but I want to be a minister. I want to be in the thick of it, making decisions which matter. What about you? Do you have an interest in politics?"

The young prince glanced sideways for just a second. “Well, I am widely read in political philosophy and history and greatly admire several political thinkers – Jefferson, Joshua I, Isgaard…” Joseph saw something in Princess Anna’s expression. “Um, well, and my Dad wants to me to take a greater interest in…,” he smiled slightly, “current politics. And I guess maybe I should.”

Joseph smiled and leaned in closer to Anna. “So, tell me more about what interests you about politics? You said you’d like to be a minister in your father’s government. What portfolio would you like? What are you particularly interested in?

"My dear Donnelly," says the Emperor as he opens the envelope, "I'd love to have Prince Joseph stay with us. I can teach him how to rule as my father taught me - by throwing me in the deep end. He can learn by doing... yes, I think I'd rather enjoy having your bookworm Prince staying with me!"

Rev. Jacob Donnelly smiled at the Pantocratorian Emperor. Emperor David’s instincts had been right. Emperor Andreus seemed to relish the opportunity to mold the young prince. And while the mechanics of Excalbia’s and Pantocratoria’s governments were very different, it was precisely those differences that would give Joseph the education he needed. Jacob was anxious to see what Emperor Andreus would do with Prince Joseph.

“Your Majesty, Emperor David will be delighted to hear your response to his request. We are in your debt, Your Majesty.”

Simon looked around. "Elves galore." He rubbed his arm. "I wish there weren't so many of them around. My skin itches."

((Elves make Roanians feel very uncomfortable.))

Telegram to Princess Theodora:

Greetings from the Federation of Busby. Our President James Harper would like introduce himself to you. His statistics are shown below:

Name: James Harper
Age: 28
Nationality: Busby
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Brown
Religion: None
Beliefs: Freespeech and peace.
History: Youngest President Busby has ever had.
Fought in the Amerigo war against slavery.
One of the fastest people to become a general.

If there is any other information that you desire, please ask. We hope to here from you soon.

The young prince glanced sideways for just a second. “Well, I am widely read in political philosophy and history and greatly admire several political thinkers – Jefferson, Joshua I, Isgaard…” Joseph saw something in Princess Anna’s expression. “Um, well, and my Dad wants to me to take a greater interest in…,” he smiled slightly, “current politics. And I guess maybe I should.”

Joseph smiled and leaned in closer to Anna. “So, tell me more about what interests you about politics? You said you’d like to be a minister in your father’s government. What portfolio would you like? What are you particularly interested in?

"I'd take whatever portfolio my father and uncle entrusted to me." says Anna. She then pauses. "But I'd love to be Minister for Social Services. There's so much more the Imperial Government could do for the poor and disadvantaged, now that our economy is going strong. But the current cabinet is still in 'economic crisis mode', pinching pennies left and right. But as I said, I'd love to be anything, anything where I can make a difference. And I wouldn't be too worried if I were you about current politics. If you're well-versed in the works of the great thinkers of history, then you've already got the basics down fine, in fact, better than most!"

Rev. Jacob Donnelly smiled at the Pantocratorian Emperor. Emperor David’s instincts had been right. Emperor Andreus seemed to relish the opportunity to mold the young prince. And while the mechanics of Excalbia’s and Pantocratoria’s governments were very different, it was precisely those differences that would give Joseph the education he needed. Jacob was anxious to see what Emperor Andreus would do with Prince Joseph.

“Your Majesty, Emperor David will be delighted to hear your response to his request. We are in your debt, Your Majesty.”

"His Majesty our fellow vicegerent David will never be in our debt. We are happy to assist him in whatever manner we may. There are no debts between Emperors, or between friends for that matter." says the Emperor. "I'll speak to my brother the chancellor about Prince Joseph's... education tomorrow morning."

Simon looked around. "Elves galore." He rubbed his arm. "I wish there weren't so many of them around. My skin itches."

((Elves make Roanians feel very uncomfortable.))

"You are not alone, Inquisitor." says a middle-aged woman dressed in black as she enters the chamber through the front-doors, flanked on her left side by a priest, and escorted by Varangians. How she heard Simon's remarks from outside the room isn't clear.

"Her Imperial Highness the Princess Irene, Minister for Cultural Development!" announces the herald.

Princess Irene's pentrating gaze sweeps across the room, with noticeable disdain which intensifies as it passes over elven faces.

"They're like rats, Inquisitor. They spread everywhere, and need to be exterminated." she says, loudly.

The Emperor stands.

"Welcome, sister." he says.

"Your Majesty," she says as she curtsies. "I apologise for being late. I have been attending to the awful business of the investigation of the death of Cardinal Duras."

Prince Constantine flips his mobile phone closed.

"Your Highness," he says, a look of anger obvious on his face. "I wasn't of the understanding that the Ministry of Cultural Development investigated murder."

"It investigates all the threats to the Pantocratorian people which the Ministry for Public Safety fails to address sufficiently." she replies.

"Save it for the parliament!" barks the Emperor. "We're having a feast here with my daughter's suitors. You are, of course, welcome to join us, sister, but this bickering must cease at once."

"Of course, Your Majesty." says Princess Irene. "I'd love to join you."

She sits at a free seat as far aways as possible from the elves and half-elves here present.

Telegram to Princess Theodora:

Greetings from the Federation of Busby. Our President James Harper would like introduce himself to you. His statistics are shown below:

Name: James Harper
Age: 28
Nationality: Busby
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Brown
Religion: None
Beliefs: Freespeech and peace.
History: Youngest President Busby has ever had.
Fought in the Amerigo war against slavery.
One of the fastest people to become a general.

If there is any other information that you desire, please ask. We hope to here from you soon.

OOC: you're sending this telegram to Princess Theodora or Princess Anna? Princess Anna is the one for whom Emperor Andreus is trying to find a husband. Princess Theodora is still 15.

Bastianel grinned "That woman insulted our race, father. Are we going to let her slander our kin with that impunity?".

The old elf looks at his child, wisdom and clarity in his eyes "Of course, she's now powerful, and we're at her disposal. She's just misguided, maybe she's not an evil being after all. That movie of Iesus Christi conditioned her way of thinking about us. If you judge her like that, you're commiting the same crime as her, judging someone without knowing his true reasons".

Bastianel looks at the iron face of the Princess Irene "And what can we do to change her way of thinking?"

Count Kyrosal answers with a sad look in his face "Show her that we're not evil, and that we are honorable. That's why you're here, to convince her of that. You're young and brash, but still you're one of the most talented and educated bachelors of Aelosia."

"But father. How can I do that?" Bastianel says, in a desperate voice

"Be yourself, be all you can be, son. In our hands is the image of all the Aelosian people" Kyrosal says, staring at the eyes of Princess Irene...

OOC: Now I'm not joing here, I am just browsing and reading, but I would be interested to know whether there is any standards or tests that the princess will set for the potential suitors...

*goes back to lurking*

"I'd take whatever portfolio my father and uncle entrusted to me." says Anna. She then pauses. "But I'd love to be Minister for Social Services. There's so much more the Imperial Government could do for the poor and disadvantaged, now that our economy is going strong. But the current cabinet is still in 'economic crisis mode', pinching pennies left and right. But as I said, I'd love to be anything, anything where I can make a difference. And I wouldn't be too worried if I were you about current politics. If you're well-versed in the works of the great thinkers of history, then you've already got the basics down fine, in fact, better than most!"

Joseph smiled. “I admire your attitude, Your Highness, and your desire to help the disadvantaged.” Joseph edged closer to the Princess. “I hope that you get your wish. I think you would make a fine Minister of Social Services. And I’m sure you’ll make a real difference. If I thought I had such a chance to make a difference, I might be more interested in politics.”

"His Majesty our fellow vicegerent David will never be in our debt. We are happy to assist him in whatever manner we may. There are no debts between Emperors, or between friends for that matter." says the Emperor. "I'll speak to my brother the chancellor about Prince Joseph's... education tomorrow morning."

“Thank you, again, Your Majesty,” Rev. Donnelly bowed. “I will convey your kind words to our Emperor. With your permission, Majesty,” Donnelly nodded his head and excused himself. He would check on his young charge and then make his way back to the Embassy to send a message to the Emperor.

"I don't understand, Your Highness..." says Princess Anna to Prince Joseph. "...why don't you think you have a chance to make a difference? You're the son of a great and powerful emperor, of all people you have the best chance to make a difference!"

OOC: Now I'm not joing here, I am just browsing and reading, but I would be interested to know whether there is any standards or tests that the princess will set for the potential suitors...

*goes back to lurking*

Oh... there will be... there will be...

:twisted:

Telegram to Princess Theodora:

Greetings from the Federation of Busby. Our President James Harper would like introduce himself to you. His statistics are shown below:

Name: James Harper
Age: 28
Nationality: Busby
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Brown
Religion: None
Beliefs: Freespeech and peace.
History: Youngest President Busby has ever had.
Fought in the Amerigo war against slavery.
One of the fastest people to become a general.

If there is any other information that you desire, please ask. We hope to here from you soon.

OOC: you're sending this telegram to Princess Theodora or Princess Anna? Princess Anna is the one for whom Emperor Andreus is trying to find a husband. Princess Theodora is still 15.

Sorry got kind of mixed up. It is Princess Anna.

Tharn hurried into the Throne Room and then, not wanting to seem dispespectful or to disrupt any conversations, slowed his pace from its previous near-run to a mere fast walk.

Seeing that Princess Anna was still surrounded by a throng of suitors all vying for attention - and not relishing the prospect of trying to push his way through them ("that would certainly step on the toes of a few nations - in some cases quite literally" he thought with a grin) - he instead made his way towards where Princess Theodora and the Telirian, Vahn, where talking.

He reaches them, and, at an appropriate moment, clears his throat to make himself known.

(Nodding first to the Princess) Your Highness, (and then to Vahn) good Sir, I am loath to interrupt your conversation, however it is rather urgent.
(Then, turning to the Princess) Your majesty, I know this may seem rather an odd question, but I was wondering if you could tell me how I could go about obtaining a large quantity of firewood? Or coal for that matter - anything which can be burnt to produce ash and embers. I appreciate the strangeness of the request, but as I said, it is a little urgent...

OOC: Sorry about not posting sooner. I've been away from a computer all weekend. I'm going to read over the last pages and see if I can figure a way to re-enter the rp.

Hugo backed himself away from the crouwd around Princess Anna. And proceeded to aproch the Emperor. He bowed deeply. "Lord, I ask for your permission to court your daught princes anna."

ooc: I Hugo would be interupting a conversation the Emperor is in. Then he wait. till he is noticed.

"I don't understand, Your Highness..." says Princess Anna to Prince Joseph. "...why don't you think you have a chance to make a difference? You're the son of a great and powerful emperor, of all people you have the best chance to make a difference!"

Joseph looks down sheepishly. "Our system is different..." He looked back at Anna. "Our ministers are jointly appointed by the Emperor and the Chancellor, who controls a majority in the Imperial Senate. My father could not simply appoint me to a ministerial portfolio without any political background on my part. So, while I wait to someday be Emperor - if the Senate and the Council of Bishops concur with my father's will - I can either play the "diplomatic game" and attend functions and receptions and engage in political theatre at court or I can become involved in the daily grind of politics and build up an area of expertise outside the government."

Joseph looks off for second, then back at Anna. "Most of the imperial family have taken the former route. My father was one who took the latter. As a prince, he rose to the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the Navy and developed a great deal of expertise in the areas of economic development, technology and military reform. Unfortunately, I just don't know if I'm as gifted at such things as my father. Numbers and equations and celestial objects have come much more naturally for me."

Joseph smiles. "Oh, and please call me Joseph. May I call you Anna, Your Highness?"

"I don't understand, Your Highness..." says Princess Anna to Prince Joseph. "...why don't you think you have a chance to make a difference? You're the son of a great and powerful emperor, of all people you have the best chance to make a difference!"

Joseph looks down sheepishly. "Our system is different..." He looked back at Anna. "Our ministers are jointly appointed by the Emperor and the Chancellor, who controls a majority in the Imperial Senate. My father could not simply appoint me to a ministerial portfolio without any political background on my part. So, while I wait to someday be Emperor - if the Senate and the Council of Bishops concur with my father's will - I can either play the "diplomatic game" and attend functions and receptions and engage in political theatre at court or I can become involved in the daily grind of politics and build up an area of expertise outside the government."

Joseph looks off for second, then back at Anna. "Most of the imperial family have taken the former route. My father was one who took the latter. As a prince, he rose to the rank of Lieutenant Commander in the Navy and developed a great deal of expertise in the areas of economic development, technology and military reform. Unfortunately, I just don't know if I'm as gifted at such things as my father. Numbers and equations and celestial objects have come much more naturally for me."

Joseph smiles. "Oh, and please call me Joseph. May I call you Anna, Your Highness?"

"Of course you may, Joseph." she says, smiling. "Our system is the same, the Emperor and the Chancellor pick their ministers together. The Chancellor is the leader of the Imperial Government, which has a majority in the Imperial Parliament. It just so happens that the Chancellor is my uncle, the Emperor's brother Basil, and that the Imperial Parliament is controlled by the United Christian Front, which happens to have 100% of the seats in the house. And it just so happens that elections are administered by the Church. And it just so happens that electoral integrity is ensured by the Church's Inquisition. Oh, and it just so happens that the UCF didn't feel the need to continue with elections after the last one..."

She pauses.

"Well... maybe our system is a little different in practice. But at least it preserves Imperial perogative." she grins. "Democracy's all well and good, but its quite unnecessary with an enlightened despot on the throne. Constantine I didn't answer to the Senate. Napoleon I didn't answer to the national assembly. And Andreus I doesn't answer to the Imperial Parliament. It's the order of things."

Tharn hurried into the Throne Room and then, not wanting to seem dispespectful or to disrupt any conversations, slowed his pace from its previous near-run to a mere fast walk.

Seeing that Princess Anna was still surrounded by a throng of suitors all vying for attention - and not relishing the prospect of trying to push his way through them ("that would certainly step on the toes of a few nations - in some cases quite literally" he thought with a grin) - he instead made his way towards where Princess Theodora and the Telirian, Vahn, where talking.

He reaches them, and, at an appropriate moment, clears his throat to make himself known.

(Nodding first to the Princess) Your Highness, (and then to Vahn) good Sir, I am loath to interrupt your conversation, however it is rather urgent.
(Then, turning to the Princess) Your majesty, I know this may seem rather an odd question, but I was wondering if you could tell me how I could go about obtaining a large quantity of firewood? Or coal for that matter - anything which can be burnt to produce ash and embers. I appreciate the strangeness of the request, but as I said, it is a little urgent...

Princess Theodora looks a little taken aback.

"Erm... I'm not entirely sure about such things. But I'll get the officer who handles the palace fires.... just wait here, Your Highness." she says. She darts off out of the chamber.

A few minutes later she reenters with a court official.

"Your Highness," says the official. "I'm told you're after a large quantity of coal or firewood or somesuch? I can be of assistance in this matter."

Hugo backed himself away from the crouwd around Princess Anna. And proceeded to aproch the Emperor. He bowed deeply. "Lord, I ask for your permission to court your daught princes anna."

ooc: I Hugo would be interupting a conversation the Emperor is in. Then he wait. till he is noticed.

"You have it indeed, my young man, I invited everyone here to court my daughter. I will bear in mind the qualifications of each suitor when I make my decision as to whom my daughter will marry." says the Emperor.

OOC: OK, nobody needs to ask permission to seek Anna's hand - everyone was invited here to do so. The end decision will be made by the Emperor of course, but nobody needs to ask permission from the Emperor anymore! 8)

Tomorrow I will post the first "test" I think. :twisted:

Princess Theodora looks a little taken aback.

"Erm... I'm not entirely sure about such things. But I'll get the officer who handles the palace fires.... just wait here, Your Highness." she says. She darts off out of the chamber.

A few minutes later she reenters with a court official.

"Your Highness," says the official. "I'm told you're after a large quantity of coal or firewood or somesuch? I can be of assistance in this matter."

Tharn watched her disappear into the distance with some surprise.
"What a strange young lady," he thought to himself with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "A Royal Princess, fully aware of her position and comfortable among the rich and powerful. Yet ask her a question and she rushes off to find out as if she were a maid-servent given an order by a short-tempered Baron!"
Then, thinking back to the earlier Mass, he recalled the scene when Theodora had been prevented from joining her family, but made to kneel right at the front, in full view of all.
"And the strangest thing was that, after the initial shock when the Preist stopped her, she seemed neither angry, nor even surprised..." he mused. "There is a story there, I am sure of it... perhapse more a Saga, even... but how to read it? Yes... a most... interresting young lady..."

He was brought out of his reverie by the arrival of the court official.

"Yes, that's right, I am. I am willing to pay the current market prices, but I am afraid I'd have to buy it a little at a time, depending on how much I need.

Oh, and I also have another couple of request. The first is for information - are there, perchance, any semi-dormant volcanoes within - oh, about 20 minutes of here by fast car? (This was the best approximation he could come to for a 15-minute drakeflight)

My second request may not be necessary, depending on the answer to that question. However, if there are no such volcanoes here, I beg leave of the Impereal Household to construct a large - temporary, I might add - furnace within the camp His Highness was so gracious as to allow me to build...

Seeing the look of confusion on the official's face, he hurried on "I am afraid I cannot give a reason for these strange requests - suffice it to say that I hope, within a week and a half at most, to be able to produce three worthy gifts for the royal household...

Bastianel takes out his small ocarina (elven flute), and starts to play an ancient romantic melody in a corner of the room, first in a very low tone.

His father only smiled, his son's soul was naive and pure, and maybe he was in love with the strange human princess, but he was no fool, he was doing this for some reason, and he was one of the most talented musicians in their country...

The notes of the tune were soft as a refreshing breeze, as the sunlight rays in the dawn, and the story it was telling was a story of forgiveness and mercy. Bastianel raised his gaze, trying to find the Princess eyes one more time...

As he talks to the official, Tharn registers the Elf's music, and a corner of his mind considers it.

"Amazing," this sliver of mentation muses, such that Tharn hears it as a voice among his thoughts - his own voice, and yet, strangely, not. "So like the music of our Homelands, yet so different. The reasons for the differences are obvious, for it was written by minds of another race, yet why then the haunting similarities?

"The music of our people is inspired by our realms - by the mountain vistas, the wooded slopes, the quick-flowing streams, and the feel of the ancient forest around us, surrounding, enveloping, at once swallowing and protecting your soul until you are one with the land. That, then, is where our/my inspiration comes from, in such times - from the land itself.

"Could the same not, then, be true of these Elven-folk? Do they perchance come from a nation of forests and mountains, a land with a soul akin to that of ours/mine? I/we must remember to find out what we can about their homeland, should the opportunity arise..."

Then, its musings finished, the mind-state flowed, seperated, diffused, and became one with the rest of him. Tharn recognised instantly what had just happened - one of those rare instants of total clarity when the minds of Firedrake and Rider - constantly connected on some deep, subliminal level, and able to communicate amongst each-other if they made a conscious effort - were so in-tune that they ran in parallel, the resulting mind-state being neither one nor the other, but a whole that was greater than the parts.

Some Rider-Drake pairs found this communion in times of battle, when they felt as one the joy of the chase, the feel of adrenalin flowing through their veins. Some found it when hunting together, and yet others only when sleeping, when their dreams twined around each other and finaly merged.

For Tharn and Marol, these precious moments occured mainly at times such as the recently-departed mind-state had described - when one or both of them found themselves so caught up in the beauty of the events, or the landscape, around them that they became at some level a part of it. Across the empathic link the feeling would resonate from one to the other - in either direction, for both partners are of equal mental calibre, and of equal perception - and all at once the Twinning, as it was known, would occur.

During the Twinning - which in reality rarely lasts more than a second, but seems to stretch an eternity - both partners would continue to act as normal, for there is always a lag between thoughts and actions. But as the connection severs, the shock is often great enough to cause both parties to reel both mentaly and physicaly. The first time the pair had experienced it they had been looking down into a wooded gorge neither had visited before - Tharn had come very close to a nasty fall, being saved only by the fact that his leg had caught in a tree-root on the way down.

Thus the official was surprised to see Tharn, a half-second after he finished his requests, suddenly stagger slightly and put his hand to his head. However, almost as soon as it came the effect was gone, and Tharn - trying unsecessfuly to cover up his momentary discomposure - turned a questioning eye to the official and awaited a reply.


OOC: My sincerest apologies for the Über-post, but I am extremely tired and at such times my mind has a habit of doing strange things. I find it's often best to just let it happen, then try to sort out the mess later. Still, we all learnt something more about the Rider-Firedrake relationship today - even me!
Oh, and that official needs a name!

Bastaniel looks to Tharn, recognizing a soulmate, another sensitive and kind spirit, and smiles, without stopping to play.

IC:
Tharn, suddenly realising his faux pas, quickly attempted to correct it:

"I must apologise, for in my haste I have been most impolite, in that I never even introduced myself properly!
I am Prince Tharn of Wyrmberb, Sovereign of the feifdom of Mulun. Might I inquire as to your name?

Simon looked at the appointment book. He had scheduled several meetings with several people. "First, I meet with the emperor's sister at 7:00. Then I meet with the Archbishop, to discuss a donation. Following that, I pay my father's regards to the Foriegn Ministry, and meet with the industrial leaders here."

Princess Theodora looks a little taken aback.

"Erm... I'm not entirely sure about such things. But I'll get the officer who handles the palace fires.... just wait here, Your Highness." she says. She darts off out of the chamber.

A few minutes later she reenters with a court official.

"Your Highness," says the official. "I'm told you're after a large quantity of coal or firewood or somesuch? I can be of assistance in this matter."

Tharn watched her disappear into the distance with some surprise.
"What a strange young lady," he thought to himself with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "A Royal Princess, fully aware of her position and comfortable among the rich and powerful. Yet ask her a question and she rushes off to find out as if she were a maid-servent given an order by a short-tempered Baron!"
Then, thinking back to the earlier Mass, he recalled the scene when Theodora had been prevented from joining her family, but made to kneel right at the front, in full view of all.
"And the strangest thing was that, after the initial shock when the Preist stopped her, she seemed neither angry, nor even surprised..." he mused. "There is a story there, I am sure of it... perhapse more a Saga, even... but how to read it? Yes... a most... interresting young lady..."

He was brought out of his reverie by the arrival of the court official.

"Yes, that's right, I am. I am willing to pay the current market prices, but I am afraid I'd have to buy it a little at a time, depending on how much I need.

Oh, and I also have another couple of request. The first is for information - are there, perchance, any semi-dormant volcanoes within - oh, about 20 minutes of here by fast car? (This was the best approximation he could come to for a 15-minute drakeflight)

My second request may not be necessary, depending on the answer to that question. However, if there are no such volcanoes here, I beg leave of the Impereal Household to construct a large - temporary, I might add - furnace within the camp His Highness was so gracious as to allow me to build...

Seeing the look of confusion on the official's face, he hurried on "I am afraid I cannot give a reason for these strange requests - suffice it to say that I hope, within a week and a half at most, to be able to produce three worthy gifts for the royal household...

"The only volcanoes in the Empire are in the Exarchate of New Jerusalem, a large island off the mainland, about a one-hour plane trip away, messire..." says the official, confused. "As for the issue of a furnace being constructed within your party's camp, palace regulations would require that it be built and operated with the supervision and assistance of my people, but otherwise, you would be most welcome to build one... although why one would want to do such a thing is bey.... erm... pardon me Your Highness, it isn't my place. I will put my department at Your Highness' command in this matter."

Princess Theodora observes the conversation with a puzzled look on her face. She smiles and her eyes sparkle playfully.

"What are you up to, Your Highness?" she says, inquisitively.

Bastianel takes out his small ocarina (elven flute), and starts to play an ancient romantic melody in a corner of the room, first in a very low tone.

His father only smiled, his son's soul was naive and pure, and maybe he was in love with the strange human princess, but he was no fool, he was doing this for some reason, and he was one of the most talented musicians in their country...

The notes of the tune were soft as a refreshing breeze, as the sunlight rays in the dawn, and the story it was telling was a story of forgiveness and mercy. Bastianel raised his gaze, trying to find the Princess eyes one more time...

The veins on Princess Irene's temples stand-up noticeably as her face turns red in rage.

"Elf scum!" she spits out quietly to the priest accompanying her. "How dare they play their damned music in the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator? How dare they!"

"Your Highness, these are the Emperor's guests, as distasteful as they are." cautions the priest.

"I know, Father." she says. "But I can't allow our cultural purity to be compromised by the introduction of elven music!"

She clicks her fingers, and a Ministry of Cultural Development official in all black robes steps forward. The Princess whispers in his ear. The official walks across the hall and approaches Bastaniel.

With a look of disdain on his face, the official bows slightly.

"Sir, I must notify you that according to Ministry of Cultural Development policy, you are forbidden to play that instrument in a public place. Of course, whilst here in the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator as a guest of His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty the Emperor, you are permitted to play that... music... but outside of these walls, the Ministry will act in defence of Pantocratorian culture." he says.

Prince Constantine watches the exchange from across the hall with a dark look on his face.

Simon coughed as he knocked on the Princess's door. "She doesn't like elves, I don't like elves. Should be easy to gain her support. I... really want the princess." He sighed. He had fallen in love with her the minute he set eyes on her.

Simon coughed as he knocked on the Princess's door. "She doesn't like elves, I don't like elves. Should be easy to gain her support. I... really want the princess." He sighed. He had fallen in love with her the minute he set eyes on her.

OOC: I have too many princesses. I presume you're knocking on Princess Irene's door in order to get her support to marry Princess Anna? Princess Irene is an old maid herself, the sister of the Emperor Andreus and the Chancellor the Prince Basil. She is, therefore, Princess Anna's aunt. I am assuming that Princess Irene isn't the one with whom Simon has falled in love. :P Her support could certainly be useful though.

So is my presumption correct?

Simon coughed as he knocked on the Princess's door. "She doesn't like elves, I don't like elves. Should be easy to gain her support. I... really want the princess." He sighed. He had fallen in love with her the minute he set eyes on her.

OOC: I have too many princesses. I presume you're knocking on Princess Irene's door in order to get her support to marry Princess Anna? Princess Irene is an old maid herself, the sister of the Emperor Andreus and the Chancellor the Prince Basil. She is, therefore, Princess Anna's aunt. I am assuming that Princess Irene isn't the one with whom Simon has falled in love. :P Her support could certainly be useful though.

So is my presumption correct?

OOC: Yep.

The dinner finishes and the suitors all go to bed. Those who have been quartered in the palace itself sleep in magnificently appointed rooms, whilst those who have built their own camps on palace grounds will have to provide their own luxuries.

All suitors are invited to join the Imperial Family for Mass in New Rome's greatest church, the Cathedral of Christ Pantocrator, first thing in the morning (chronologically this would happen before Simon knocks on Princess Irene's door). Any suitors who do not attend will be served breakfast now - those who do attend will be served breakfast after Mass.

Simon shuffles his feet patiently. "I wonder if the lady is awake..." He shrugs. Putting his hand to the lock, he discharges holy energy. "M'lady Irene, I desire to speak to you. I am Simon Darquis."

Princess Irene is preparing for Mass as Simon enters the room. Her handmaidens are helping her pick some silver jewellry to go with her usual all-black, very stern attire.

The priest who was with the Princess last night walks into the chamber, doing up his buttons. He spots Simon, nods politely, turns around and walks out of the room.

"Inquisitor, I trust you are joining us for Mass at the Cathedral of Christ Pantocrator?" she asks. "Is there anything with which I may be of assistance?"

"Yes... how would you like to see Princess Anna married to an elf?" Simon sat down. "Or a common worker or soldier?"

:?: :!: :idea:

"As much as I'd like to see Martin Luther rise from the dead and be elected Pope." says Princess Irene, flatly. As she finishes selecting her jewellry, she dismisses her handmaidens. Her face cracks into what appears to be, no, what could be construed to be a smile.

"To be honest, I'd rather a simple worker or soldier over a an elf, if it came to that. But I would rather a pious Catholic of full-noble birth, like yourself, Inquisitor." she says. "So, what's on your mind?"

Perfect! she thought to herself.

"Simple. Your support." Simon leans forward. "I am the best option. With me comes an alliance with Roania. An alliance for mutual prosperity. Also, I am, as you said, a full blooded catholic noble." Simon leans forward. "Let us not mince around. Who is your brother's current favorite?"

The Cathedral of Christ Pantocrator, New Rome
http://members.optusnet.com.au/a_marrington/ns/cathedral.gif

Built in the style of the Hagia Sophia of Constantinople, the Cathedral of Christ Pantocrator only resembles the old Byzantine church on the outside. A few ancient icons on the inside speak to Pantocratoria's Eastern origins, but the rest of the interior is very much in the Western style. The Cathedral took a long time to complete, and the later interior work is much more influenced by the styles of Renaissance Rome than of Byzantine Constantinople.

http://members.optusnet.com.au/a_marrington/ns/ravenna.jpg
The icon at the entrance of the Cathedral.

The huge dome of the Cathedral is decorated with an icon of Christ Pantocrator, looking down on the congregation below (linked due to massive size):

http://members.optusnet.com.au/a_marrington/ns/pantokrator.jpg

In the sanctum of the Cathedral is an elevated marble box for the Imperial Family, accessible via a grand staircase. The marble box features a massive bronze throne for the senior Emperor. About the sanctum there are another six such boxes, with smaller thrones, which aren't elevated quite as high. Each of these were originally built for co-emperors, but the practice of sharing Imperial power has long since died out.

A virtual army of priests run the Cathedral.

edit: Changed to a link of the icon on the dome because it was just too big!

OOC: Impressive...
IC: Simon looked into her eyes. "Can I count on your support? I need to know who is your brother's favorite."

Princess Irene nodded.

"I suspect my brother's favourite candidate is the Excalbian Prince Joseph. Imagine... a protestant!" she says in dismay. "Still, he is one of the better candidates. But I do know that my brother seeks an alliance with Roania, in fact, he places great importance on obtaining such an alliance. I would feel safe in saying that you are probably either the top contender or amongst the top contenders, Inquisitor. My brother is generally sensible about these things. But you can count on my support. Now, let's get to Mass!"

"Indeed. My thanks, M'lady." Simon stood up. "I have a meeting with your Archbishop scheduled for later today... oh, what's his name?" Simon shook his head. "I spoke to him on the phone... darn. It'll come to me." A protestant? My, my.

"A new Archbishop of New Rome has not yet been selected after the murder of Cardinal Duras." said Princess Irene. "Bishop Jacques Conomos, the Bishop of Louisville, is filling the role of Archbishop of New Rome in the meantime. Did you mean Bishop Conomos, or did you mean Cardinal Poitiers-Phocas, Archbishop of New Constantinople? Or maybe even the Archbishop of New Jerusalem... but he's too far away for you to meet today, surely, so that can't be him..."

"Bishop Conomos, I believe." Simon bowed to her, and said, "I think I will attempt to see him after mass. A bit early, but I have urgent business."

“Are you certain this is necessary? We aren’t even Catholic,” Joseph said straightening his tie.

“You’re correct, Your Highness,” Ambassador Rev. Jacob Donnelly said from his perch on the arm of a chair. “But we do this to show three things – respect for our hosts, respect for the beliefs of the Pantocratorian people and our own belief in the unity of Christianity. And,” he paused, “it is the polite and friendly thing to do.” Donnelly smiled. “As I recall, Your Highness, you were a bit nervous about last night as well, but I think you’ll agree that ‘polite and friendly’ served you very well. I dare say that I think you made a very favorable impression on Princess Anna and on Emperor Andreus.”

The young prince’s demeanor and posture changed. He turned excitedly towards the minister. “You really think you so, Reverend?”

Donnelly smiled. “Yes. And I like to think of myself as a keen observer of people. I also noticed that the Princess seemed to make a favorable impression on you, Your Highness.”

“Well,” Joseph turned somewhat sheepishly away from Donnelly, “she was not at all what I expected. She is very energetic and interesting and pretty and intelligent and so ambitious – but ambitious in a good way! She seems to really want to help people and make a difference in the world. She’s so unlike…”

“Unlike…,” Donnelly began, “other royals or…”

“Her aunt Princess Irene, for instance.”

“Ah, yes, this was the first time that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the Minister of Cultural Development. She is strong figure in the political structure here – like her or not, but do not underestimate her. Nonetheless, I admit that I would like to invite her to Excalbia just to see her reaction to our diverse people and to see that little vein on her forehead pop out were she to see Presiding Bishop Purins and Cardinal Walsh or Archbishop Friesz co-officiating at a State ceremony in Excalbia Cathedral… Well, let’s get going – we don’t want to be late!”

Simon falls in behind Joseph. "Sir, a word with you."

((He's dressed in full armor))

(Still last night):
Tharn notices the events concerning the Aelosian musician, and files them away for later consideration.

"When he says beyond these walls, I wonder whether he means this room, or the Palace grounds?" he wonders. "Perhapse at some point I could prevail upon the musician to play for my men at the encampment? That should annoy the Emperor's sister..."

Tharn had taken an instant disliking to Princess Irene...

Turning to the (OOC: despite my best efforts, still un-named!) official, he replied "I had assumed that someof your men would wish to supervise us - for security reasons, and so on - and that is of course perfectly acceptable. Any assistance they could give us would be most welcome. However, I would ask that I be allowed to swear them to secrecy as to the purpose of the furnace - at least, until I am ready to announce it myself...
There is, after all, always the possibility that we will fail and the Clutch will never... Tharn mentally shook himself to stop that unpleasant line of thought.
To the official: "I will ask my second-in-command, Barl, to discuss the arrangements with you. Now if you will excuse me, I must attend to other matters...

In response to Princess Theodora's question, he just gives her a grin and a sly wink. As he heads back towards the camp, though, he can't help wondering - should he have told her? What would her reaction have been? And, above all, why did he want to tell her? He had been relishing the prospect of providing the Royal Family with such a surprise, yet now he couldn't help wanting to let one of them in on the secret ahead of time. It was all most confusing...

(In the morning):
Tharn awoke in his tent - he had, of course, spent the night in the Encampment with his men. All in all he had slept little, spending most of his time in the stable-tent with Tonn and Thaneth, helping to keep the Clutch warm, periodically replacing the ash in the hollow where they lay with fresher, warmer embers from the cooking fires - and from some other fires which had been lit simply to meet the demands for fresh ash.

It would, of course, become much easier once the special furnace had been constructed, with the aid of the sworn-to-secrecy Pantocratorians.

Tharn quickly washed with cold water from the water-butt in the corner of his tent, then dressed in a clean uniform and headed into the Palace for Mass, followed by breakfast. Tharn was not a Catholic, but he went along anyway - "After all, when in New Rome..." he thought to himself with a wry smile.

OOC: I am assuming Mass has already occured? If so, this fits into the chronology somewhere before Mass.

Simon falls in behind Joseph. "Sir, a word with you."

((He's dressed in full armor))

"Yes, um, Inquisitor Simon isn't it? What can I do for you?" Joseph eyes the armored figure carefully.

Ambassador Rev. Donnelly, at the prince's right hand, turns and regards the young inquisitor suspiciously. Something about the young man's body language and expression put him on guard. While he certainly didn't expect trouble, he carefully slipped his hand into his coat pocket and felt the reassuring weight of the emergency beeper.

A Long Black limo, with the flag of Busby of the front, drove up to the huge palace. Out stepped President Harper, in his military uniform. Followed by his closest friend, John James or JJ as Harper calls him.

"Nice place." JJ said. Harper looked up.

"Yea, lets just hope the people inside are as nice as the building."

They both picked up there cases and headed to the door of the palace.

OOC: Not sure what you want to do, if you have servents come to the door..... so i left it open for you.

OOC: The Mass is occuring now, I'll keep it brief since 1. it is in French and 2. Masses take a long time and to be honest the ceremony itself isn't too important to the cause of this thread! 8)

IC:

The Cathedral of Christ Pantocrator is filled with sacred music of the most splendid and magnificent sort, with its choir consisting of the 300 best male singers in the Empire of 140 million souls, filling the air with music of almost indescrible beauty and majesty. The Varangian Guard form a guard of honour from the gates of the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator all the way to the huge entrance of the greatest of all Pantocratorian churches. The Imperial Family walks at the head of the column of guests, leading the suitors and their entourages into the Cathedral.

The Emperor has a perculiar gleam in his eye this morning. Walking arm in arm with him in an extremely unusual display of public affection is Princess Anna, who looks positively glowing. Princess Zoë and Princess Theodora follow behind, Theodora's expression being noticeably gloomy. Prince Constantine follows not too far behind. The heir and eldest brother, Prince Andreus, Despot of New Constantinople, is away, attending tea with a potential bride. But Prince Constantine doesn't seem to miss the company his brother usually provides, not this morning. He hangs back a little bit as the Imperial Family approach the Cathedral's steps, so that he comes alongside his aunt Princess Irene, at the back of the Imperial party.

"I say, Your Highness, where is my uncle this morning?" asks Prince Constantine in a mischevious voice, referring to Prince Basil, the Emperor's younger brother, the Chancellor.

"I am not my brother's keeper." says Princess Irene, no doubt pleased with herself for the Biblical reference.

"So you've not had a chance to speak to the Chancellor this morning then?" Prince Constantine asks, nonchalantly.

Princess Irene glances sideways at him. Wretched little brat... she thinks to herself. She shakes her head.

"No, why?" she asks as the Imperial Family ascends the steps.

"Well... I thought he may have called... you know, to mention a new policy..." Prince Constantine says, shrugging his shoulders.

"What new policy? Do ministerial candidates now need to pass an IQ test before they're appointed?" she asks, annoyed.

"No, aunt," Prince Constantine says, relishing in Irene's insult, "He's reinstituted democracy."

REINSTITUTED DEMOCRACY????? Irene thinks to herself. She stops abruptly, and grabs Constantine by the elbow.

"Now isn't the time for games, nephew. What in the name of God do you mean?" she asks, her voice betraying her panic.

"Well, elections are no longer suspended, and in fact, one is coming up soon." Prince Constantine explains, innocently. His demeanour abruptly changes. "Your grab for power is over, aunt!"

Irene stands still, shocked into silence.

"But... the Emperor... would need to approve such a policy...." she manages to say.

"Aye, he would. And he did. He's as sick of your abuse of power as the rest of us." says Constantine. "Checkmate, my dear aunt."

Prince Constantine follows the rest of his family into the Cathedral. Princess Irene, knowing how deeply unpopular she was, trembled in fear at the idea of a new election. She finally ascends the step. As she crosses herself with holy water on entry into the Cathedral, however, the fear is swept from her face.

"No, nephew, not checkmate. Only check. I can get out of this yet. I still have... a bishop to play." she mutters to herself as she follows the Imperial Family towards its box.

The guests follow behind. They januflect and are seated underneath the dome, as the Imperial Family proceed forward to the sanctum at the front of the Cathedral. Princess Theodora hangs her head low as they approach the steps, and Princess Anna rubs her on the shoulder reassuringly. The Imperial Family januflects, and all of them but Princess Theodora rise to ascend the stairs and take their seats in their box. Princess Theodora remains, kneeling, in front of and apart from the congregation but not able to join her family. A priest walks to the base of the steps, and draws a purple velvet rope over the staircase, barring entry to anyone not already in the box.

***

The Mass is said in French, the national language of Pantocratoria, and is celebrated by Bishop Conomos, acting Archbishop of New Rome in the wake of the assassination of Cardinal Duras. After the Mass, Bishop Conomos invites Kyrosal and Bastaniel Delpihl to be baptised into the Catholic faith, as they indicated they would like to when they spoke to the Emperor the night before. As the Bishop invites the elves to be baptised, Princess Irene stands up, storms down the steps, pulls the purple rope aside, and storms out of the Cathedral. Even Princess Theodora has to scramble out of the way from her kneeling position. The priest who follows Irene around everywhere departs from his position at the altar to follow the Princess. The two only stop to januflect to the sacrament and to cross themselves with holy water before leaving the Cathedral. A Rolls Royce awaits them, which speeds off to the Ministry of Cultural Development as soon as they get in.

A Long Black limo, with the flag of Busby of the front, drove up to the huge palace. Out stepped President Harper, in his military uniform. Followed by his closest friend, John James or JJ as Harper calls him.

"Nice place." JJ said. Harper looked up.

"Yea, lets just hope the people inside are as nice as the building."

They both picked up there cases and headed to the door of the palace.

OOC: Not sure what you want to do, if you have servents come to the door..... so i left it open for you.

OOC: I will presume the President was guided into the procession of guests to the Cathedral, so he was present for the events of my previous post.

Hugo was niether at the first half of the mass of the breakfast going on at the same time. He did show up half way throught the mass but kept toward the back. He made a mentalo note to get more earlier so he could pay resect to his fallen commrads and go to mass.

As Princess Irene stormed out of the cathedral, Harper and JJ turned to look.

"Wonder why she is so unhappy." Asked JJ

"Not sure." Harper replied, fansinated by the beautiful statues around him.

"Harper, you getting any sleep lately?"

"No, i know my doctor says to but.... i just can't keep having nightmares of what happen in Amerigo when...." All of a sudden JJ interupted.

"Try and forget what happened." He nodded and continued to listen.

Bastianel attend to the mass, along with his father. His ocarina lies in his hand, now broken. His elven pride couldn't withstand the insult of the Princess Irene. He prayed all night in the humble chapel outside the castle, because his father told him that Jesucrist lived amongst the poor and the less favored, and not in the huge cathedrals and the luxuries of the rich. He thought that now he found his faith, and that Jesus was a fine man, worthy of being adored as the son of god. He could asked him for winning the favor of the human princess, but that would be a selfish act, asking for his own well being to a man who sacrificed everything for his race. He just asked for his people, his father, and for finding the strength to forgive Princess Irene for the insult, as Jesus forgave his enemies too.

He learned some of the christian songs back in Aelosia, a long time before, to honor the Pantocratorians with his voice. When the choir started to sing the Sanctus, the clear and soft voice of Bastianel joined the choir, praising the new lord of the young elf's soul. Maybe he couldn't play the flute, but he will sing the grace of Jesuchrist here, in the cathedral consecrated to him.

He steps forward, still singing, to receive his baptism, his soul happy because he finally found his true answer. He had been a catholic inside his heart all his life, and now he could be a catholic outside too. He didn't even saw Princess Irene leaving the cathedral, he was too happy to worry about those simple matters.

"Chong stop crying!" whispered Chou Lin the political officer.

They were kneeling at the back of the god-temple. Chong was upset.

"Chong, no one is going to shoot you in the back of the head. See every one kneels in this god-house, I Chou Lin kneel too to be diplomatic. No ones going to be shot."

This cheered Chong up no-end and he beemed a releaved big smile.

Chong watched Irene storm out and wondered what was happening.
The man at the front had found something and held it up - that impressed lots of people he noticed.

A Red Guard said he would report Chou Lin for making Chong a disciple of Opium. He began writing in his red book.

Chou Lin turned red. She put her head to the floor and made strange noises.
Chong wasnt sure if that was a part of the ceremony or she was exasperated.

Still, he reflected, Anna comrade-princess had said something about tests and Chong was looking forward to it...afterall he reckoned he could eat more locusts whilst tied up than any of these other people...

From a position towards the rear of the congregation, Tharn watched the Princess Irene storm out of the service as the Elves approached the alter.
Such hatred, he mused to himself, while continuing to go through the motions of the service. Such unreasoning anger, such bigotry. What could have caused her to despise these people so?

Simon falls in behind Joseph. "Sir, a word with you."

((He's dressed in full armor))

"Yes, um, Inquisitor Simon isn't it? What can I do for you?" Joseph eyes the armored figure carefully.

Ambassador Rev. Donnelly, at the prince's right hand, turns and regards the young inquisitor suspiciously. Something about the young man's body language and expression put him on guard. While he certainly didn't expect trouble, he carefully slipped his hand into his coat pocket and felt the reassuring weight of the emergency beeper.

"Tell me, what do you think of the princess, Protestant?" Simon said, showing all his teeth. That's right, Ambassador. Press the buzzer. My word against yours, and I'm not going to touch the prince. Make my life easier.

((Simon still needs to meet the Bishop, and then the Hardy. And the head of the Varangian guards, and industrial leaders.))

The Imperial Family and its guests leave the Cathedral and return to the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator for breakfast. The Emperor announces at the table.

"As you know, my daughter is extremely interested in politics. I would like to ask each of you, in turn, if you were to marry my daughter, what role would you forsee her being able to carry out here in Pantocratoria, and in your own home?" asks the Emperor between mouthfuls of peacock eggs.

"What the devil.... madam, can you tell your charge that the shell isn't an edible part of the egg?" the Emperor asks Chou Lin impatiently as he watches Chong horde as much food as possible.

***

Bishop Conomos meets Inquisitor Darquis in the rectory after Mass.

"Ah Inquisitor, I am glad we could have this meeting!" he says as he adjusts his collar. He sits at a desk and gestures for Simon to sit.

"Now, with what may I be of assistance?" he asks.

Chong stood up.

"Here I could see Anna distributing political information and education, the creation of a Communist Party.
At home a job has been arranged, I am informed, for her upon a Locust Processing Plant assembly line."

Chong smiled and sat back down. :)

Tharn, though embarassed by the "Pop-Quiz" turn the conversation seems to be taking (and somewhat confused by the previous speaker's reply), was next to respond:
"Your Highness, were I to marry, my wife would be welcome to play as much part in the internal affairs of my land, Mulun, as she wished, and would have a say in any important decisions that were to be made if she so desired.
"I would also be happy to let her play whatever part she wished in the life of her motherland..."
Here Tharn paused slightly, then - honest as always - added:
" - always provided, of course, that there was no reason for this to cause a conflict of interrest... For instance, in the event of a conflict - heaven forbid - between my wife's motherland and our own nation, the latter would have to be the priority."
"Just to clarify, by the way - all I have said would apply whomsoever I should marry."

Chong stood up.

"Here I could see Anna distributing political information and education, the creation of a Communist Party.
At home a job has been arranged, I am informed, for her upon a Locust Processing Plant assembly line."

Chong smiled and sat back down. :)


The Emperor stares for a few seconds in silence.

"I see..." he says, awkwardly reciprocating Chong's smile politely.

Bishop Conomos meets Inquisitor Darquis in the rectory after Mass.

"Ah Inquisitor, I am glad we could have this meeting!" he says as he adjusts his collar. He sits at a desk and gestures for Simon to sit.

"Now, with what may I be of assistance?" he asks.

"Put simply, the problem with the Princess." Simon leans forward. "Your eminence, I also wish to make a donation, on behalf of Cardinal Richelieu, to your church. However, if she marries Prince Joseph, a Protestant..." Simon shook his head. "The Cardinal might be forced to send a request to Rome for an..." He saw no need to finish that sentence.

Tharn, though embarassed by the "Pop-Quiz" turn the conversation seems to be taking (and somewhat confused by the previous speaker's reply), was next to respond:
"Your Highness, were I to marry, my wife would be welcome to play as much part in the internal affairs of my land, Mulun, as she wished, and would have a say in any important decisions that were to be made if she so desired.
"I would also be happy to let her play whatever part she wished in the life of her motherland..."
Here Tharn paused slightly, then - honest as always - added:
" - always provided, of course, that there was no reason for this to cause a conflict of interrest... For instance, in the event of a conflict - heaven forbid - between my wife's motherland and our own nation, the latter would have to be the priority."
"Just to clarify, by the way - all I have said would apply whomsoever I should marry."

"Well answered, Prince Tharn." says the Emperor, approvingly.

Princess Anna seems a little embarrassed about the Emperor's "pop quiz", so to speak, but she doesn't say anything.

Princess Theodora smiles as she hears Tharn's answer. She sneaks away from the Imperial Family at the head of the table, and takes a seat near Tharn and his entourage.

"Your Majesty, from what I have seen and read of your country s that the common people seem to respect your daughter. See would be a strong leader and would rule weel if anything should hapen you the rest of the royal family, god forbid of course. She would be a person who would be a person would would strengthen your counrty bt keeping the ties between commener and royal close.
As for politics in Western Mighe well that is uncertian and hard to forsee. There is the Noble council she could run for in a election along with several others. And like in your country I think the people would respect her, were by strengthing the ties of commener and nobles in WM. But she is by no means a tool to do so and she would be free to do as she wishes in Western Might.

Bishop Conomos meets Inquisitor Darquis in the rectory after Mass.

"Ah Inquisitor, I am glad we could have this meeting!" he says as he adjusts his collar. He sits at a desk and gestures for Simon to sit.

"Now, with what may I be of assistance?" he asks.

"Put simply, the problem with the Princess." Simon leans forward. "Your eminence, I also wish to make a donation, on behalf of Cardinal Richelieu, to your church. However, if she marries Prince Joseph, a Protestant..." Simon shook his head. "The Cardinal might be forced to send a request to Rome for an..." He saw no need to finish that sentence.

"Inquisitor!" says Bishop Conomos. "There's no need to send anything to Rome, Canon law states quite clearly that it is permissible for a Catholic to marry a non-Catholic Christian, so long as the children are brought up in the Catholic faith. If His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty decides to wed his daughter to Prince Joseph, the Church would be most happy to recognise the marriage! What's more, Princess Anna could do a lot worse than an Excalbian Protestant. There are Catholics in Excalbia too, and both churches are treated with the respect and dignity they deserve."

Bishop Conomos leans in a little.

"Although, obviously... I'd prefer if a Catholic suitor could be found, and the Church in Pantocratoria does need to build a new palace for the archbishopric here in New Rome..." Bishop Conomos considers. "I will be most happy to assist you in this matter, Inquisitor, but you may keep your threats to yourself."

The Roanian diplomat stands. "M'lord Darquis is undergoing confession right now, I'm afraid. So I will speak for him. In our home country, the Princess would aid in managing the Darquis estates. She would also speak before the council. Here, well, she may do whatever interests her."

"Your Majesty, from what I have seen and read of your country s that the common people seem to respect your daughter. See would be a strong leader and would rule weel if anything should hapen you the rest of the royal family, god forbid of course. She would be a person who would be a person would would strengthen your counrty bt keeping the ties between commener and royal close.
As for politics in Western Mighe well that is uncertian and hard to forsee. There is the Noble council she could run for in a election along with several others. And like in your country I think the people would respect her, were by strengthing the ties of commener and nobles in WM. But she is by no means a tool to do so and she would be free to do as she wishes in Western Might.

"Another well-considered answer. Well spoken, young man!" says the Emperor.

The Roanian diplomat stands. "M'lord Darquis is undergoing confession right now, I'm afraid. So I will speak for him. In our home country, the Princess would aid in managing the Darquis estates. She would also speak before the council. Here, well, she may do whatever interests her."

"Another splendid answer. I am most pleased that so many of you would be happy to have my daughter take an active role in the politics of her own country." says the Emperor.

Noticing the Princess Theodora's quiet change of seats, Tharn grins and gives her a polite nod - quite a small one, though, so as not to draw attention to her move (being slightly worried that those she had been seated with would take her sudden absence from their midst as an insult...)

"Inquisitor!" says Bishop Conomos. "There's no need to send anything to Rome, Canon law states quite clearly that it is permissible for a Catholic to marry a non-Catholic Christian, so long as the children are brought up in the Catholic faith. If His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty decides to wed his daughter to Prince Joseph, the Church would be most happy to recognise the marriage! What's more, Princess Anna could do a lot worse than an Excalbian Protestant. There are Catholics in Excalbia too, and both churches are treated with the respect and dignity they deserve."

Bishop Conomos leans in a little.

"Although, obviously... I'd prefer if a Catholic suitor could be found, and the Church in Pantocratoria does need to build a new palace for the archbishopric here in New Rome..." Bishop Conomos considers. "I will be most happy to assist you in this matter, Inquisitor, but you may keep your threats to yourself."

Simon looked shocked. "Threats? I made no threats! I just said that was what the Cardinal would do. Whether it passed or failed is of no matter." Simon shook his head. "Cardinal Richelieu, while of course being a holy man, is unreasonable in the extreme."

Simon looked at the Bishop. "A new palace? That can always be arranged."

OOC: Hmmm... I like the sub-plot that seems to be brewing. Nothing like a bit of cloak-and-dagger stuff to keep an RP interresting!

OOC: Simon can't help it. He wants the Princess.

And the Bishop wants a palace.

And Irene wants to be named God, and for all elves to die.

Princess Theodora quietly speaks to Prince Tharn.

"Good morning, Your Highness. I trust you're enjoying breakfast?" she ventures. "How is your... erm... furnace going?"

"Inquisitor!" says Bishop Conomos. "There's no need to send anything to Rome, Canon law states quite clearly that it is permissible for a Catholic to marry a non-Catholic Christian, so long as the children are brought up in the Catholic faith. If His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty decides to wed his daughter to Prince Joseph, the Church would be most happy to recognise the marriage! What's more, Princess Anna could do a lot worse than an Excalbian Protestant. There are Catholics in Excalbia too, and both churches are treated with the respect and dignity they deserve."

Bishop Conomos leans in a little.

"Although, obviously... I'd prefer if a Catholic suitor could be found, and the Church in Pantocratoria does need to build a new palace for the archbishopric here in New Rome..." Bishop Conomos considers. "I will be most happy to assist you in this matter, Inquisitor, but you may keep your threats to yourself."

Simon looked shocked. "Threats? I made no threats! I just said that was what the Cardinal would do. Whether it passed or failed is of no matter." Simon shook his head. "Cardinal Richelieu, while of course being a holy man, is unreasonable in the extreme."

Simon looked at the Bishop. "A new palace? That can always be arranged."

"I understand that His Eminence is sometimes... unreasonable." says Bishop Conomos. "In any case... perhaps there is something you and His Eminence could do for me, beyond a donation to the Church for the building of a new palace? Perhaps... Cardinal Richelieu could exert his influence to ensure that I am appointed permanent Archbishop of New Rome?"

"Why think small? There is a Cardinal's robe hanging empty." Simon smiled. "Of course, Richelieu would want your vote then." Simon moved forward. "I am a trueblooded noble of a Catholic family. I love the Princess. Let me make that clear to you, just in case you think I only want her as a prize."

"Oh, yes, of course, I am acting with the best interests of the Princess in heart, of course." says Bishop Conomos quickly.

"A Cardinal's robe eh...." Bishop Conomos says, his expression betraying his naked ambition. "...well... I would have to vote as the Holy Spirit guided me, Inquisitor... but then again... how could such an offer be made to me in the first place if not for the grace of the Holy Spirit? Yes, perhaps this is God's way of telling me that He wants Richelieu as His next Pope! Yes... perhaps it is...."

He rubs his hands together in greed.

*****In Rome******


Cardinal Richelieu waited for an audience. "I want a Cardinal in Pantocratoria I can trust."

"To vote for you, right?" The Mexican standing next to him asked.

"Maybe, Pedro. Maybe... The old fool would endorse a donkey as cardinal if I asked him to. I just hope that I get given a name besides the Bishop of New Constantinople."

((Cardinal Johannes Richelieu has little respect for the current Pope))

******Back in New Rome******

"I'm sure that the Cardinal will listen to me." Simon stood. "So, I can count on your support?" He stuck his hand out.

Tharn smiles to himself, amused by the princess' obvious curiosity.
"Good morning to you, your highness. Yes, the breakfast is most delicious, especially to one more used to millitary fare.

"As to the furnace, it is working perfectly, thanks mainly to the help of your people I might add. My men are soldiers, not engineers, and the design was by necessity somewhat - unorthodox. If you happen to see him, would you please give my thanks to the official who helped organise it? I never did catch his name...

He was once more sorely tempted to let Theodora in on the true reason for the furnace's construction - but this was, after all, hardly the place. He was not ready for a public announcement - not yet, at any rate - and there were too many people around the table to be sure any conversation was "private."

Bishop Conomos shakes the Inquisitor's hand vigourously.

"Absolutely. Go in peace." the Bishop says.

Simon bows. "Indeed, M'lord. Or should I say, Your Eminence?"

He presses a button, and sends a message to Cardinal Richelieu.

-----------------Rome, 1 Day Later-------------------------


A letter is sent to Bishop Conomos, informing him that owing to the testimony of His Eminence, Cardinal Richelieu, he is now Archbishop Conomos, and that the death of Duras has opened a space for him to rise further.

----------------New Rome, same day-----------------------

Simon looks around. "I need to meet Sir Constantine the Hardy."

Chong whispered to Chou Lin:

"I am looking forward to other tests if there are some. I think that last one went well."

Chou Lin twiddled her pen nervously and shrugged. "Would have been great in the Zusayan Union Chong. Still what can the Supreme Soviet expect?"

The Red Guard with them leaned over. "That was a good answer Chong", and he began writing it in his red book.

Chou Lin looked at the Red Guard suspiciously. She knew a KGB informer when she saw one.
"Is the car engine running?" she asked.

The Red Guard nodded. "Just in case things go pear-shaped."

((I enjoy this... evil is fun.))

Simon sighed. Wherever he looked, he could see the princess. "I... have to make her mine!"

Simon falls in behind Joseph. "Sir, a word with you."

((He's dressed in full armor))

"Yes, um, Inquisitor Simon isn't it? What can I do for you?" Joseph eyes the armored figure carefully.

Ambassador Rev. Donnelly, at the prince's right hand, turns and regards the young inquisitor suspiciously. Something about the young man's body language and expression put him on guard. While he certainly didn't expect trouble, he carefully slipped his hand into his coat pocket and felt the reassuring weight of the emergency beeper.

"Tell me, what do you think of the princess, Protestant?" Simon said, showing all his teeth. That's right, Ambassador. Press the buzzer. My word against yours, and I'm not going to touch the prince. Make my life easier.

((Simon still needs to meet the Bishop, and then the Hardy. And the head of the Varangian guards, and industrial leaders.))

OOC: Sorry I fell behind, please fit this in the timeline wherever it belongs.

IC:

"Well, Inquisitor," Joseph tries to do his best impression of his father's 'sniff of superiority,' "I find the Princess Anna charming, intelligent and compassionate. I hope she finds a deserving match as a husband."

As Joseph turns to resume his walk towards the Church, Donnelly keeps a close eye on the armored Inquisitor. Hmmm, the reverend thinks, Joesph is maturing faster than I thought. As for that "Inquisitor," I wonder what my old friend Archbishop Friesz (OCC:the Catholic Archbishop of Citadel Excalbia - our capital city) would think of this boy.

The Imperial Family and its guests leave the Cathedral and return to the Imperial Court of Christ Pantocrator for breakfast. The Emperor announces at the table.

"As you know, my daughter is extremely interested in politics. I would like to ask each of you, in turn, if you were to marry my daughter, what role would you forsee her being able to carry out here in Pantocratoria, and in your own home?" asks the Emperor between mouthfuls of peacock eggs.

"What the devil.... madam, can you tell your charge that the shell isn't an edible part of the egg?" the Emperor asks Chou Lin impatiently as he watches Chong horde as much food as possible.

Seeing that most of the other suitors have spoken, Joseph stands and bows slightly to the Pantocratorian Emperor. "Your Majesty," Joseph says then turns towards the Princess, "Your Highness." Facing the Emperor again, he continues. "In the brief time I have known your daughter, Your Majesty, I have found to her to be not only very interested in politics, but also very intelligent and eager to have a positive impact on society. Were we to marry, her role would be whatever she wished to make of it. As the my wife, the Princess would be completely free to pursue an active political role here in Pantocratoria. If we were to marry, I would even be willing to relocate here to join her while she carries out her duties. If she prefered, she could also seek out a political role for herself in Excalbia. The only change would come if, upon my father's passing, I were to be selected to take the Throne of Joshua as Emperor. At that point, I would be constrained to remain in my country, and while I would wish for her to be with me, I would still want her to pursue her own calling." Joseph paused for a breath. "I am sorry if I am going on too long, Your Majesty, but I believe that God calls all of us to a special duty in our lives and I believe that He has a truly special calling for the Princess indeed."

The Emperor looks pleased.

"Excellent answer, Your Highness." he says. "Everyone's answers have pleased me..."

The Emperor glances at Chong and Chou Lin.

"...well... nobody's answers have displeased me at least..." he says, puzzled. "Sir... what exactly ARE you ruler of?"

A Varangian Guard, thumbing through a roll of Roanian bank notes, leads Sir Constantine the Hardy into the hall, and points to Inquisitor Simon Darquis. Sir Constantine dismisses the Varangian and approaches Simon.

"Inquisitor, I am told by one of my men you wanted to speak to me." he says.

Chong stands up.

"I am not the ruler of anywhere. In fact we have no ruler except...Comrade Jack Volga, General Secretary of the Supreme Soviet
of the Peoples Republic of the Zusayan Union."

Chou Lin stands up.

"It is a workers collective who rules, a dictatorship of the Prolitariat, as inspired by Kumbar the Red, at least, after the glorious peoples revolution of september 28th."

The pair of them sat back down.

Jesu, I've got communists at my table! thinks the Emperor to himself.

"I was wondering why the guest list styled you both as dictators... you are both after all, members of the aforementioned proletariat doing all that dictating..." the Emperor says, shooting a look at the official in charge of the guest lists. He continues with some humour in his voice. "Still, you're here now. So tell me... comrades... what do you think of us imperialists?"

OOC:
There is no safe answer to that one...

OOC:
There is no safe answer to that one...

:twisted:

Princess Theodora slides closer to Tharn.

"I don't suppose you can tell what you need a furnace for, Your Highness?" she says, appealing to him for an answer with her eyes.

OOC: Sorry i couldn't answer sooner.

The President stood up.

"Umm well if i took her hand in marriage, it will be for love not for position. I must make it clear because i live in a Democracy i can removed from office. But i would like to make it clear, that because i believe in free speech for all races. The princess will have the freedom of me, of you and everyone in this room today. She will be able to take any role she may want to, but i hope for her to be a vital contact between our to countries.

I thank you."

He took his seat.

"Well said, Your Excellency." says the Emperor. "And, perhaps it may interest you to hear this, given that you are from a democratic country. I have ordered that elections be held once again. We had suspended them for some time as a... cost saving measure. But no more!"

Prince Constantine looked pleased. He had convinced the Emperor to reinstate elections by getting the Chancellor and half of the Imperial Cabinet on-board with the idea.

At that moment, the chamber doors sweep open, and Princess Irene, dressed in her usual severe black gown, flanked by the priest who follows her everywhere, enter the chamber.

"Yes, no more fiscal responsibility for this government, eh Your Majesty?" she says, and curtsies to the throne.

She walks around the table slowly, keeping her eyes on Prince Constantine and Prince Basil, the Emperor's brother, as she approaches the throne.

"While you've been entertaining His Majesty's guests, I've been busy." she says slowly. She reaches the table where Basil and Constantine sit, and claps her hands once.

Through the open chamber doors pour members of the Imperial Parliament. Dozens and dozens and dozens of them - over half of the Imperial Parliament's 540 members. The first amongst them, Treasurer Isaac Comnenus, carries the flag of the United Christian Front, the party which has governed the Empire with a 100% majority since the last election a few years ago. Comnenus tosses the flag to the floor of the chamber, and treads on it.

A deathly pale look sweeps over Prince Basil's face.

"Sister... what.... what have you done?" he stammers breathlessly.

"Let me introduce you to the sitting members of the Pantocratoria First Party... the majority party of the Imperial Parliament of the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria." she says.

She turns to the Emperor.

"Your Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty," she says, curtsying again. "The elections aren't for another 30 days. In the meantime, the Pantocratoria First Party has a majority in the Imperial Parliament. By the right of the aforementioned majority, I ask for Your Majesty's permission to form a new government."

The Emperor looks at his brother and then his sister.

"You can't be seriously considering this!" protests Prince Basil.

"She has a majority, Basil!" barks the Emperor. He curls his upper lip as he frowns, before finally speaking again.

"Your Highness," he says, addressing Princess Irene. "we grant our permission. You may form a new Imperial Government immediately, to act as the caretaker government until the general election in 30 days."

Prince Basil stands up, pulls the golden chancellor's necklace off from his neck, and throws it to the ground, glaring at his brother. He storms out of the palace, followed by Prince Constantine.

A herald steps forward, retrieving the necklace. He hands it to the Emperor. Princess Irene kneels before the throne, as the Emperor hangs the necklace around her neck.

"HER IMPERIAL HIGHNESS THE CHANCELLOR THE PRINCESS IRENE CAPET!" pronounces the herald at the top of his lungs.

"I grant you my leave now, Chancellor." says the Emperor, abruptly. Princess Irene curtsies again.

"God save Your Majesty!" she says in salute to the Emperor, and leaves along with her party at once.

http://members.optusnet.com.au/a_marrington/ns/irene.jpg
HIH THE PRINCESS IRENE, CHANCELLOR OF THE HOLY EMPIRE OF PANTOCRATORIA

"Son, It looks like we're in troubles", says the old Count Kyrosal, his face overcome with worry about how this unfortunate course of events could affect him and his son. "I'm ready to die for my beliefs, for all that I had fought for, but you should escape now, you're too young to die here, far away from your homeland and without knowing love and life"

Bastianel looks at his father with a strange look. "No, father, I'm not going to flee like a coward leaving you behind. I'll stay here, no matter what happens"

"You will return to Aelosia and warn the authorities that Pantocratoria it's no longer a friendly country to the elves, and that's an order from your father and from the head of your house". The face of the old elf was hard, and his voice was bitter and angry.

"Then I'm no longer under your command father. I don't care. I will stay here to the end, whatever it must be". The younger elf turns around and leaves the place as fast as he can.

You will die here if you stay, Bastianel. I can't protect you any longer. God, don't let me presence the death of my son, I beg you, save him from those who hates us, says the old elf to himself.

"You are my guests, and while you are in this country, you are safe. Princess Irene is the most unpopular member of the old government... in 30 days, she'll be gone. You've nothing to fear. I am the Emperor, and in this country, that is what matters, not the Parliament." says the Emperor, reassuringly. "But just in case, I will assign two Varangian Guards to the personal protection of each of you."

"Another well-considered answer. Well spoken, young man!" says the Emperor.

"That you your majesty."

"You are my guests, and while you are in this country, you are safe. Princess Irene is the most unpopular member of the old government... in 30 days, she'll be gone. You've nothing to fear. I am the Emperor, and in this country, that is what matters, not the Parliament." says the Emperor, reassuringly. "But just in case, I will assign two Varangian Guards to the personal protection of each of you."

"Thank you for the offer your Majesty but that will be unnessesary. I have spend a long time in the field and take care of myself. But if you insist, well how can i refuse."

Bastianel searches for the Princess Anna, and when he finds her, he kneel before her and says. "Now I'm a christian like you, m'lady. I asked your father for permission to court you, and he approved. Now I want your permission. Can I court you in the proper manner of a gentleman?", he don't raises his eyes, to avoid to lose his consciousness staring at the deep beautiful eyes of the human Princess again.

Before Tharn could answer the Princess Theodora - whether the answer would have been an explanation or an excuse for not explaining, even he could not have said - the Princess Irene's entry, and the events subsequent to it, rather interrupted his train of thoughts.
"This does not look good," he muttered under his breath, unaware that he was thinking out loud and that those nearby could hear him. "Especially for the Aelosians... I wonder whether they would accept an offer to dwell for a while in the Ecampment? I'll have to make the offer - purely as an act of courtesy, of course, an invitation to freinds - and one totally unrelated to recent events..."

Realising that he had been speaking out loud, Tharn quickly turned back to the Princess Theodora.
"I am sorry, you were asking about the furnace? Well, its purpose is supposed to be a surprise, and there are too many sets of ears around this table for any conversation to be truly private..."
This was the turning point. Tell her to wait and see, or let her in on the the secret and hope she would keep it? This needs thought... serious thought...
...
...oh, what the hell...
"... but if you ever felt like visiting the Encampment, perhapse I could explain in private. That is,"he added, leaning toward her and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "if you can keep a secret?"

After Princess Irene, Chancellor Irene he reminds himself, leaves the hall, Ambassador Rev. Donnelly turns to Prince Joseph. "Your Highness," he whispers, "please excuse me. I need to report this to Citadel Excalbia immediately."

Quickly, the ambassador pushes away from the table and quietly departs the hall through a side door. Once in the corridor, he flips open a small mobile phone. "Please bring the car around at once!" Pushing another button, he waits for another voice to answer. "Yes, this is Ambassador Donnelly. Call in the communicator and the Deputy Ambassador immediately. Call the Ministry's Operations Center and tell them to stand by for an urgent cable for the Minister."

A Varangian Guard, thumbing through a roll of Roanian bank notes, leads Sir Constantine the Hardy into the hall, and points to Inquisitor Simon Darquis. Sir Constantine dismisses the Varangian and approaches Simon.

"Inquisitor, I am told by one of my men you wanted to speak to me." he says.

"Yes. About two things, m'lord. About the princess, and also, I would esteem it an honor to face you in a duel." Simon bowed deeply. "I have heard much of your skill, and nothing would please me more than to match mine against it." He looks up at Sir Constantine.

After Princess Irene, Chancellor Irene he reminds himself, leaves the hall, Ambassador Rev. Donnelly turns to Prince Joseph. "Your Highness," he whispers, "please excuse me. I need to report this to Citadel Excalbia immediately."

Quickly, the ambassador pushes away from the table and quietly departs the hall through a side door. Once in the corridor, he flips open a small mobile phone. "Please bring the car around at once!" Pushing another button, he waits for another voice to answer. "Yes, this is Ambassador Donnelly. Call in the communicator and the Deputy Ambassador immediately. Call the Ministry's Operations Center and tell them to stand by for an urgent cable for the Minister."

A Roanian ambassador runs past, talking on a mobile hurriedly. "Yes... Chancellor Irene. Perfect... what? I hardly see how... shoo in. Those elves are gone, provided we... no, Darquis has no idea of the real plan... of course, Cardinal... investigations are continuing... no, we have no idea who killed Du... Cardinal who? Conomos?" He sees Donnelly and hurriedly hangs up.

Bastianel searches for the Princess Anna, and when he finds her, he kneel before her and says. "Now I'm a christian like you, m'lady. I asked your father for permission to court you, and he approved. Now I want your permission. Can I court you in the proper manner of a gentleman?", he don't raises his eyes, to avoid to lose his consciousness staring at the deep beautiful eyes of the human Princess again.

"Yes of course, Bastianel!" says Princess Anna. "But I'm worried for the safety of you, your father, and of Prince Hugo... despite my father's promises."

Before Tharn could answer the Princess Theodora - whether the answer would have been an explanation or an excuse for not explaining, even he could not have said - the Princess Irene's entry, and the events subsequent to it, rather interrupted his train of thoughts.
"This does not look good," he muttered under his breath, unaware that he was thinking out loud and that those nearby could hear him. "Especially for the Aelosians... I wonder whether they would accept an offer to dwell for a while in the Ecampment? I'll have to make the offer - purely as an act of courtesy, of course, an invitation to freinds - and one totally unrelated to recent events..."

Realising that he had been speaking out loud, Tharn quickly turned back to the Princess Theodora.
"I am sorry, you were asking about the furnace? Well, its purpose is supposed to be a surprise, and there are too many sets of ears around this table for any conversation to be truly private..."
This was the turning point. Tell her to wait and see, or let her in on the the secret and hope she would keep it? This needs thought... serious thought...
...
...oh, what the hell...
"... but if you ever felt like visiting the Encampment, perhapse I could explain in private. That is,"he added, leaning toward her and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "if you can keep a secret?"

Theodora bites her lower-lip and a wide smile spreads across her face.

"Of cou..." she says excitedly, before hushing her voice. "...of course I can, Your Highness! When can I visit your encampment?"

A Varangian Guard, thumbing through a roll of Roanian bank notes, leads Sir Constantine the Hardy into the hall, and points to Inquisitor Simon Darquis. Sir Constantine dismisses the Varangian and approaches Simon.

"Inquisitor, I am told by one of my men you wanted to speak to me." he says.

"Yes. About two things, m'lord. About the princess, and also, I would esteem it an honor to face you in a duel." Simon bowed deeply. "I have heard much of your skill, and nothing would please me more than to match mine against it." He looks up at Sir Constantine.

Sir Constantine smiles.

"Sir, I'd be honoured to face you in a duel of some description. How does a joust suit you? Or perhaps, a fight on foot with rebated swords?" he asks. Before he gets carried away with himself, he changes the topic. "But business before pleasure. What about the Princess?"

New Imperial Cabinet
Imperial Daily

HIH the Chancellor the Princess Irene has submitted her selections for the new Imperial Cabinet for confirmation by the Emperor. The Emperor is expected to officially appoint the Chancellor's selections in the evening.

Retaining the office of Treasurer is Isaac Comnenus, who has also been appointed Deputy Chancellor. Also retaining their offices are the Ministers for Health, Immigration, and Defence.

HIH the Prince Constantine has lost the Ministry of Public Safety to Guillame Armenian. Guillame Armenian is the relatively unknown Member for Louisville.

The new Minister for Cultural Development is Jean Gallipolitano, the Member for New Morea.

Sir Michael Phocas is no longer the Minister for Foreign Affairs, the portfolio being passed to Sir Jacques Antoniou. Sir Michael Phocas has been recalled from Aelosia immediately.

12 unportfolioed cabinet members have been replaced. The new Imperial Cabinet entirely consists of Pantocratoria First Party members.

"I just want to know what the Princess thinks of me, of course. As her closest companion, I thought you might know." Perfect.

In the offices of the Minister of State on the 10th floor of the New Ministry building in Citadel Excalbia:

Lord James Reynolds stroked his gray beard as he leaned back in the comfortable armchair overlooking the city. “Things certainly seem to be deteriorating on all fronts, don’t they Albert?”

Albert Cummings, the new Minister of State, eyed the Director of Imperial Intelligence. How can he look so calm, he wondered. “Well, Lord James, there certainly seems to be something afoot. And, our Ambassador in New Rome is waiting for instructions. What should we tell him?”

Lord Reynolds gazed out at the quiet streets of the Government sector below and at the reassuring bulk of Excalbia Castle on the cliffs beyond. “Tell him what we know – Cardinal Duras was poisoned; our sources in Rome tells us that the Roanian Cardinal, Richelieu, has exerted his exceptional influence to elevate a little-known Pantocratorian bishop – whom it seems he has never met – to Archbishop of New Rome and is pushing further to make him a Cardinal; and that our analysts suspect foreign influence in Princess Irene’s constitutional coup. And, between Richelieu and the snippet of conversation that our Ambassador overheard from the Roanian Ambassador, I’ll only give him one guess as to we think is behind Irene.”

Cummings nodded. “Are we proposing any course of action at this time?”

“No,” Reynolds resumed stroking his beard, “we think we know a lot, but we know very little for certain, so it is too early to act on it. Do advise the Ambassador to keep his eyes open and watch his back.”

“Should we provide this information to Emperor Andreus?”

“No, it is too early. We do not want to look like interlopers. The moment anything is confirmed or if the situation grows more serious, then we will certainly share this with our allies.”

“Nevertheless, I shall instruct him to remind the Emperor that we feel our bonds of friendship are strong and rooted in the throne and assure him that they can withstand any change of government.”

Reynolds nodded. Now onto the Dominion and the looming war...

((I had nothing to do with the coup... not much, anyway. And Cardinal Richelieu has met the bishop of New Constantinople, and loathes the man. He would have recommended a donkey rather than that man. Also, the Roanians are looking for Duras's killer, they had no hand in it. Quite frankly, I have access to poisons that don't show up. The fact that some did proves my innocence.))

((I had nothing to do with the coup... not much, anyway. And Cardinal Richelieu has met the bishop of New Constantinople, and loathes the man. He would have recommended a donkey rather than that man. Also, the Roanians are looking for Duras's killer, they had no hand in it. Quite frankly, I have access to poisons that don't show up. The fact that some did proves my innocence.))

(OOC: But, intelligence is never perfect. And based on the scant information that would be known to II, I think their preliminary conclusions are reasonable. However, as Lord James said, they are just theories at the moment, hence their reluctance to say anything to Andreus or to act on them. We'll see what the next chapter reveals. And what assumptions that brings. BTW, if anyone is interested the war Lord James mentions is looming here: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=66633; Pantocratoria already has observers involved and I wouldn't mind if anyone else wanted to intervene and try to manipulate things to their advantage.)

As breakfast ended and the guest began moving about the hall, Joseph went to look for Princess Anna. When he found her (OOC: whenever that might fit with everyone else's posts), a smile broke across his face. "Anna," he said warmly, "I just wanted to see you and let you know that I meant every word I said. I think you truly are a special person and that God has a great calling for you." The young prince's face blushes. "And I would enjoy having the opportunity to see you meet that calling from close at hand. I... um..." Joseph pulls at his collar. "What I mean to say is that I've come to... like you very much, Anna. I know your Aunt, the new Chancellor, doesn't approve of me because I'm a protestant, but I hope that you and your father won't let that stand in the way of your decision and," Joseph cautiously reaches for Anna's hand, "how you feel about me."

A senior Roanian diplomat gestures with his hand. One of the servants walking behind Joseph *trips* ((A Roanian foot was in the way)). A bowl of cereal flies up and onto Joseph.

((All's fair in love and war... and Joseph has no witnesses.))

"I just want to know what the Princess thinks of me, of course. As her closest companion, I thought you might know." Perfect.

"I've no idea what the Princess thinks of you, Inquisitor. I've been very busy seeing to the protection of the Imperial Family, yourself and all the other guests over the past few days." says Sir Constantine.

((I had nothing to do with the coup... not much, anyway. And Cardinal Richelieu has met the bishop of New Constantinople, and loathes the man. He would have recommended a donkey rather than that man. Also, the Roanians are looking for Duras's killer, they had no hand in it. Quite frankly, I have access to poisons that don't show up. The fact that some did proves my innocence.))

OOC: I don't think I've ever RPed with the Archbishop of New Constantinople before... when has His Eminence Johannes Cardinal Richelieu met the man?