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Princess Lila of the Holy Empire of Finara, the eldest daughter of three and second born child of eight in the imperial family, is turning 23. Special preparations are being made throughout the Empire. Rumor has it that the Emperor wants to find a husband for the Princess at her ball. She has been unwed far too long by the standards of the Imperial Family. Working tirelessly, on the Emperor's orders, the diplomatic corps has managed to notify every nation of the event, with more elaborate invitations going to human, Catholic, and/or monarchical states.

"Load the Suitor-O-Cannon!"

"Aye-aye sir!"

"Gun Captain?"

"Yes private?"

"Finara is over 2,000 miles away! We can't fire a suitor that far! We don't have the power!"

"Get me... MAJOR FLASHMAN"

"No! Not Flashman! She's only 23! She canne take it captain!"

*A sealed lead container is brought up and loaded into the cannon. On its side is written - "MAJOR FLASHMAN - DO NOT RELEASE FOR ANY REASON - SERIOUSLY - WE MEAN IT"*

"May God have mercy on our souls. FIRE!"

OFFICIAL COMMUNICATION--SAMBIZIE

TO: Emperor of Finara

Dear Sir,

Your invitation has been received by the Sambizie. We wish your daughter, Princess Lila of the Holy Empire of Finara, good fortune and success. However, we are unable to send a representitive at this time. Perhaps when the Princess is to be wed, I may attend in person. Please accept this $1 million monatary donation along with my apologies for my absence.

Respectfully,
Emperor Mwto'ar Uganda
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-APTO-
-NATO-
-NAIA-
-UTP-
-TFA-
-LFW-
Population: 817,000,000
Civil Rights: Some
Economy: Powerhouse
GDP per Capita: $25,000
GDP: $20,425,000,000,000
National Budget: $6,283,383,600,000
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Her Royal Highness Queen Celsete of Libraryness has requested that I inform you that she will be sending her, as yet unmarried, younger son - Prince Amar, Duke of Stacks to the ball.

Hazel, Official Representative to the Nation States Forum

The sealed container from Slutbum Wallah crashed into the little hovel of Timothy the Blacksmith. Naturally, the man went screaming to the constable who, of course, came running. Not knowing of the rather odd custom of Slutbum Wallah, the man simply scratched his head and stared at it. "I don't know what a Major Flashman is. I think we might be under attack, and so near Her Higness's birthday too. Have some people send it to the Imperial City. We don't use much technology but there's a center there that specializes in it for when we need it to fight or otherwise deal with foreign powers." Two laborers loaded it onto a cart and it was shipped to said institute. Perceiving there was a man inside, the specialists there opened the container.

Your Imperial Majesty,
While we regret the absence of a delegation from your esteemed nation, we understand that that diplomatic resources are limited. Your well wishes are graciously accepted as is your donation, which we have placed in out daughters care.
By my own hand,
Garathon, Emperor of Finara

Your Imperial Majesty,
Thank you for your most gracious gift upon the anniversary of my birth. It is not everyday our humble nation receives such generosity from nations with which we have had no previous relations. You have earned the goodwill of the Finaran people, of my father, and of myself. I wanted you to know that I used the money to help promote literacy among our unfortunately undereducated people.
Yours,
Princess Lila

Good Sir,
The Holy Empire of Finara eagerly awaits His Highness's arrival. It is requested that you send us the details of the number of station of His Highness's retinue prior to his arrival, so that the Lord Chamberlain can arrange appropriate accomedations.
Lord Darthlin, Minister of State

The Holy Empire of Finara eagerly awaits His Highness's arrival. It is requested that you send us the details of the number of station of His Highness's retinue prior to his arrival, so that the Lord Chamberlain can arrange appropriate accomedations.
Lord Darthlin, Minister of State

Darthlin,

As this will be the first visit to the Holy Empire of Finara by a member of the Dewey dynasty, Her Majesty Queen Celeste feels that it would only be right that a full diplomatic delegation accompanies her son. Therefore, His Highness Prince Amar will be accompanied by a retinue of 30, 18 of whom are his companions and personal attendants, with the remainder being the diplomatic delegation to initiate friendly relations between our nations.

I trust that your Lord Chamberlin will be able to make the appropriate arrangements for such a number.

Hazel, Official Representative to the Nation States Forum

Princess Lila of the Holy Empire of Finara, the eldest daughter of three and second born child of eight in the imperial family, is turning 23. Special preparations are being made throughout the Empire. Rumor has it that the Emperor wants to find a husband for the Princess at her ball. She has been unwed far too long by the standards of the Imperial Family. Working tirelessly, on the Emperor's orders, the diplomatic corps has managed to notify every nation of the event, with more elaborate invitations going to human, Catholic, and/or monarchical states.

I wish I could attend, but I'll be attending a funeral in Lavenrunz shortly, so I'm not sure I'll be able to make it.

*sigh*

God bless,

Benedict Michael Sukothai
President and First Consul of the Republic of Syskeyia

Good Sir,
The arrangements have been made. We eagerly await His Highness's arrival.
Lord Darthlin, Minister of State

Good sir,
We fully understand. The number of funerals for national leaders has been tragic of late.
By my hand,
Garathon, Emperor of Finara

Good Sir,
The arrangements have been made. We eagerly await His Highness's arrival.
Lord Darthlin, Minister of State

Darthlin,

His Highness and his retinue will arrive 5 days before the ball , and will of course be bringing a selection of gifts from our nation to yours

Hazel, Official Representative to the Nation State Forum

The Five Civilized Nations after hearing about the birthday celebrations for the princess, have prepared large amounts of gifts.

We are sending the unmarried cousin of our King, Lord Messaline Armand, the Duke of the Shadow. He will arrive soon aboard the Halcyon.

OOC: If the romance between Messaline and the princess works, a military alliance will become a reality...

We eagerly look forward to His Lordship's arrival. Please inform us of the size and station of his retinue so adequate preparations may be made.

Emperor Kisar Starchaser looks at the inviation


Kisar:My father would'v accepted this.

he turns to his aide


Kisar:Send this reply,


I Emperor Kisar Starchaser accepts your invitation, i shall arrive in my personal shuttle


Signed Emperor Kisar Starchaser

Ruler of Trasa

A plane marked "Globatech - Designing Tomorrow's Communications today" touches down on the runway. Nobody disembarcks until after 15 minutes 3 identical BMW Z8s have been unloaded by airport staff. Then, the aircraft door is opened and a staircase extends miraculously.

Down steps Prince Isaac, son of the Emporor. He is the most handsome member of the Never-setting Sun royal family, (OOC and that's saying something). IC: Behind him follow his train of attendants, his 3 bodyguards included. They get into the Z8s and go for a scenic drive through the slightly beautiful country. Not only would the Prince, bio to follow, like to wed the princess but he would also like to create commercial bonds between both countries.

Prince Isaac
Height: 6'1"
Age: 25 years 2 months
Hair: Dark brown/black Eyes: Blue
Tremendous physique
Education: Top Class, Honours degree in Business Management
Current work: President of many Never-setting sun businesses, including national bank and Globatech.
Interests: Rugby, his animal reserve, music, fast cars and women.

The Honeycomb - Castle Dun Adien
South of Ianapalis, Iansisle, the Commonwealth

"Blast it all, Richard, I'm not going, and especially not without Christin!" This time, James was careful to keep his voice low while he was arguing with Richard, to prevent Jeff from overhearing and trying to kill himself again.

"M'liege..." started Grand Admiral Sir Richard Tri, chosen by both parties as the go-between for the crown and the Combined Parliament.

"No, Richard. Without a doubt in my mind. Not under any circumstance!"

"James, I'm sorry," whispered Richard, shaking his head and handing over a sheet of paper. "It's an official Parliamentary directive. Countersigned by both Mr. Dhawan and the Lord MacIntyre."

The Iansislean monarch read through the paper, shaking with fury. He cast it down. He was seeing red - under Edward Tarriff, the former C.C.P. Prime Minister, Parliament hadn't been able to get anything done. And now, with that Gallagan fool Dhawan in the position, they had time to force him to attend social functions!

Richard shrugged again. "I'm so sorry, your majesty...a Bankfield has been lined up to take you to Finara..."

To: His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Garathon of Finara
From: His Imperial Majesty, High King James III of Iansisle
Regarding: A birthday ball

Your Most Illustrious Majesty,

I have received news of the ball being held in your daughter's honor, and would like to declare my intention to attend. I shall be arriving promptly on a Bankfield aerotransport.

Until we may meet in person,

High King James III of the House of Callahan
Lord of the Ancestral Land of Shadoran, Most Illustrious Duke of the Grand Duchy of Sentry Island, and Protector of the Grand Iansislean Empire of the Shield and all its Dominions
The Commonwealth of Iansisle
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It was raining slightly at the Shadoran International Aeroflyer Dock when the High King's four-engined Bankfield aerotransport set its propellers to turning. The massive flyer lumbered down the air strip, slowly gathering speed and clawing its way gracelessly into the air. It turned away from the Commonwealth, and towards Finara.

The visitors are met at the touchdown site, one of the few places in Finara containing high tech devices, by a long line of finely carved white carriages, drawn by well bred and well kept horses. The diplomatic corps has decorated each carriage in the colors and crests of the house of the guest to ride in it and those guests not from a noble line per se are given pristine, white carriages. The lead carriage bears the colors of the imperial family and the dragon of Finara and the footman gets the door for its occupant. A lovely young woman, slender and in built, with alabaster skin and golden hair steps daintily to the ground. She wears a fine gown in with an Empire Cut and layered skirts in purple, red, and white. The gown itself is purple with crimson lacing. She gives an elegant curtsey to the gathered dignitiaries. "I am Princess Naoline. On behalf of my father, I welcome you to Finara on this, the ocasion of my sister's 23rd birthday." The most socially charming of all the imperial children, she givesthe assembled suitors and atruly dazzling smile.

Seeing as the few males in our government that have any standing of power whatsoever are all old and or married, I will be sending one of the more succseful citizens of Imitora, John Cohen. He his 27, unmarried, Catholic, and a personal prosecution lawyer. According to my files, his average income is approxamately AC$750,000 (1 Allied Credit is approx. 6 USD), should that be of any importance. We thank you for the invite, and I appologize with my inability to attend

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President Elizabeth Waitkus
Republic of Imitora
Nation of the Allied Powers Region
Chomh sean leis an cheo agus níos sine faoi dhó

Aboard the Airship Pentagram Lord Korhend reviewed the letter, written on paper with the seal of the Holy Empire of Finnara, a symbol of a red dragon. Two his left and right were his most loyal body gaurds with masks of pure iron melted to there faces. He went towards the screening room of the ship. Reaching towards a console he spoke "A message for her great royalty Princess Lila, from the Lord Korhend." along with his voice the image of him, in his ceremonial armor, his neatly tied back hair, and the long slender scar on the side of his hansome face "I am glad to hear of you 23rd jubilee of genesis, please except this humble offering" he said gesturing to his bodygaurds "These warriors are wondrously loyal, and the most well trained protection in the world, for there loyal service I wish you to have them, as...I could not bare the thought of a misfortunate incident." The bodygaurds were beaming with such an honor. "My ship will be arriving within the hour and I look forward to meeting you in person...greatly."

Ashtonland would be honoured to attend.
we are sending a party of 30 delegates, including Prince Matthias (24) and Prince Karil (19). Also included in the party is Rear Admiral Lucas Von Smithy (37) (2nd Cousin to the King) and General Iago Romak (29) The Queens nephew.

Guests are warned that Wing Commander Chityan (23), Captain Ashton (22) and 2nd Lt Bailey (23) are also in attendence. They are noted Drunkards, Gamblers, Womanisers and all round bounders. They are all in a very festive mood

They bring gifts including captured standards from our recent campaigns against Chityanland, in which all the guests gained mountains of glory in the field. A caged Black Wyvern, (our national animal) Paintings dedicated to the beauty of the princess from our finest artists, and The princess choose one of the Princes she would gain a crown containing the Eye of Ull, the largest cut Ruby in existance.

Hail to the King Baby.

Emperor Kisar looks with uninterest


Emperor Kisar:I greet you in the name fo the Trasian Empire

he nods his head in respect



OOC:It is REALLY hard to get a trasians respect, they only repect People with a large amount of courage or royalty.

ooc: Its even harder to get Korhend's, hes constantly enforcing eugenics removing the socially, morally our intellectually corrupt.

James felt most alone as he disembarked from the Bankfield, despite the presence of Princeton and Weathers, in their finest K.I.G. dress uniforms, just over his shoulder. He at once noticed the fine carriages waiting for them, and soon picked out the one marked with the hunter green of House Callahan. He walked slowly over, feeling the weight of Ian's broadsword shift ever so slightly on his back. However, he noticed Princess Naoline halfway, and stopped, bowing in return.

He was under the strictist orders from the Iansislean Foreign Affairs Ministry to carry himself in a polite way and to uphold the honor of the Commonwealth. In such a manner, he greeted her: "It's most wonderful to meet you, your majesty. I have heard so many wonderful things about you and your sister that I could hardly wait to arrive. I now see that my hoping was not in vain. I am High King James III, Protector of the Iansislean Empire of the Shield and its Dominions."

(sorry this is so short; I have to run off to classes. Sorry!)

With Lord Messaline Armand will be entourage of about fifty people, mainly carrying gifts...

John stepped off the plane, a Imitora Air Airbuss of some model, and popped his neck, looking around. He wore a simple buisness suit, somehthing he would wear to one of his trials, maybe in the middle. Not quite fancy enough for the opening, but to fancy for the closing. He walked towards the carriages towards Naoline, and bows politely. "Princess, I'm John Cohen, from Imitora. Its a pleasure to meet you," he said. He returned her smile with his own, showing nice teeth. Not perfect, but clean.

OOC: FOr all better purposes, Cohen looks like Al Pacino, maybe not as scruffy, but you get the idea. Post Scarface. Not Any Given Sunday though, he looks to rough in that. I'd say Devils Advocate, you know, clean shaven, well groomed, good lookin guy. And no, lawyers dont age well in Imitora. Not the good ones anyways.

Madame President,
We will be happy to receive any delegation you should choose to send.
Lord Dathlin, Minister of State

ooc: A portrait of Korhend by a artist in the holy empire of veteran, depicting Korhend as a monster
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Korhend's airship, a plane of epic proportions entered finarran airspace. "Requesting permision to land, the is Korhend Highest Power in my dominion, to see her majesty princess lila. Do we have permision to land?"

Ashton: Wheres the wimmin ?
Bailey: wheres the booze?
Chityan: Anyone for cards?

Von Smithy: Whose that ugly Bugger with the purple head?
Romak: Dunno, why is is head purple?
Von Smithy: May be he's embarressed about being so ugly!
Romak: Crap scar aswell!
Von Smithy: maybe he got it when they hit him with the Ugly stick!
Romak: Bet hes gay
Von Smithy: With armour like that hed have to be, besides you know
they say about people from that country any way
Romak: That there gay
Von Smithy: Yes and that they wear crap armour.

Korhend receives an immediate affirmation of his permission to land.

Naoline moves her gaze over the guests, still smiling but in a muted softer fashion. "The honor is, of course, mine, Your Majesties, Mr. Cohen. Chambers have been arranged for all of you and your retinues at the Imperial Palace. After you have had time to settle in and freshen up, my sister wishes to greet each of you individually in her sitting room." She listens as a servant whispers in her ear. "The Lord Korhend is landing currently. When he arrives, we shall proceed to the palace. This is not, I believe, the entire party, but it is all that is arriving at this moment." Her gace wanders skyward, awaiting the landing. "You will forgive me if I seem out of my element here. While my people do have passing fair knowledge of tehcnology, it is not something we use in our daily lives, particularly those of high birth."

Von Smithy: Does he have permission to land?
Romak: Doesnt look like a fan of The Darkness to me
Karil: Do you two have to be so rude
Romak: Yes, only to make you and Matthias look much better My Lord
Von Smithy: He looks more of an REM fan to me
Romak: Really, I had him down as a Pet Shop Boy

the Trasian Emperor starts to feel vulerable


Kisar:who is comming?

Romak: Oh great Soviets
Von Smithy: There goes the party
Romak: Whod have imagined, soviets at a Royal wedding
Von SMithy: yeah, What a Load of Bol Shvik.. HA HA HA HA, see what I did there?
Romak: If you have to point it out it isnt funny old boy!

"Its no problem, really," Cohen responded. "Most of our technology is military, not much in the way of the public sector, although its there," he finished, looking up to the sky for the landing ship.

Naoline looks at the delegates from Ahstonland with open amusement, overhearing their conversation. She gives a bemused shake of her head before looking to Kisar, "The Lord Korhend."

OOC:If you are with the party members i will know you said that and hunt you down and KILL YOU! :evil:


Kisar:that names familiar, i can't remember where i heard it though

shrugs

Naoline shrugs elegantly. "I have not heard it before. But then this is our first contact with many of your nations.

ooc: was she talking to korhend there :? sorry If I'm getting confuzzled >.<
bic: After the ship landed Korhend began his way down the stairs, cape billowing in the wind. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting" he said, then he did something no one had ever seen him do, he kneeled, before the princess. His enturage seemed confused, why would he kneel before the ruler of such a small country. They knew better then to speak such thoughts aloud at such important affairs. He stood "I am honored to meet you"

Kisar(to self): oh boy, this has gotta be embarresing.


Kisar Checks his watch and sees that it's time to take his medication

Matthias: So, what are we going to do with those two
Karil: Maybe we could leave them behind,
Matthias: Father would kill us, and Mother, christ!
Karil: Shss, theres the Princess
Matthias: By Apollo! They said she was beautifull, and they werent lying.
Karil: Wheres Bailey. BAILEY!
Bailey: Yes your Highness,
Matthias: Tell the maids to fetch the gifts, and tell Chityan to leave the Cards on the ship!
Bailey:Its as good as done sir

OOC:LOL! that's funny

OOC: No, just to the people who were already on the ground at that point.

BIC: A faint blush colors Naoline's cheeks and she looks down demurely for a brief moment before quickly straightening once more, nodding deeply to Korhend. "Your Lordship, the honor is, of course, entirely mine. I am Princess Naoline, here on my sister's behalf."

THE SOUND OF HERALDS BLARING OUT AN INTRODUCTION

Chief Herald: Introducing his Royal Highness Prince Matthias of Ashtonland, His Royal almost as Highness Prince Karil, Their Not QUITE as Royal, but still VERY important General Romak and Rear Admiral Von Smithy, and Three quite unimportant but still very Dashing, and very Heroic soldiers of Ashtonland....Captain Ashton, Wing Commander Chityan and 2nd Lt Bailey...
Karil: Brother, where on earth did you get him
Matthias: Mother insisted....
Karil: Not on him surely..
Romak: No, but all the other where busy..
Karil: BUSY
Von Smithy: Some Herelds convention in Stourbridge
Karil:..... Have him flogged when we go home
Matthias: Dont think hell fetch much
Karil: I didnt mean like that

Korhend blushed maddly. way to get the wrong princess he berated himself

"I am the Princess Naoline, here on behalf of my sister and my father. Welcome to Finara." says the flower of the imperial house, turning to the new arrivals.

Korhend blushed maddly. way to get the wrong princess he berated himself

Kisar Takes out his BloodRage Medcation and injects it into his arm,the pains in his chest stop


Kisar (to self) : there, that's better

Naoline treats them all once more to her dazzling smile, "Shall we?" She starts to turn towards her carriage.

Von Smithy: She seems pretty taken with the purple fellow
Romak: He hasnt even got a herald
Karil: Mind you that could be a blessing!
Romak: Maybe she likes the size of his sword
Matthis: Even if its some tacky Zena Warrior Princess rubbish
Chityan: If he starts waving it about shoot him
Matthias: Dont be silly Lieutenant, talk like that again and youll be the shot one, combat record or not. Besides, why go to war against the Purple headed ones.
Romak: I hear they bathe in Ribena to aid their strength
Von Smithy: And the women pleasure themselves with sticks of rhubarb!

"That we shall," John said, heading towards the black and silver Imitoran cariage. He slid into the seat, and sat back.

OOC: Sorry had to be so short, off to class, back in an hour or so, unless the weather clears up.

The Halcyon appears in orbit out of nowhere as it decloaks and land in the docking bay. The landing doors open and fifty ceremonial guards step out flanking the entrance. Slowly Lord Messaline Armand strolls out. Dismissing the guards, Messaline signals for fifty porters to follow him. The porters carry an assortment of valuable gifts that the Five Civilized Nations were presenting to the princess...

Naoline climbs back into her carriage and waits for the others to claim their own. The rpcession then heads back to the palace where servants immediately help the guests to disembark and lead them their chambers, where they have some time to rest. After two hours, there is a gentle knock on Lord Korhend's door.

Ashton: Here we go. This reminds me of the time my battalion was cut off from the Brigade and we had to fight our way back through two whole divisions of commies
Chityan: How on earth can this remind you of the Battle of the Straights.
Bailey: People are more friendly, better looking and not shooting at you
Ashton: Think its the scenery...

Von Smithy: This Korvo the Purple, looks like hes trying to stake his claim
Romak: No fear on that, Korbett the Crapply attired is definately our main threat

((OOC: Please put this before the last post. The FCN posted while I was typing))

Naoline nods to Messaline. "Lord, we were just retiring to the Imperial Palace. As you can see, carriges have been provided for yourself and your nobles. A larger transport will be by shortly to pick up the remainder of your retinue."

Korhend grinned entering the carriage sitting next to naoline.

"Thank you... My retinue will be provided transport by my J-99 Nass Transport Vehicle..." Messaline responds.

Messaline bows and boards the carriage.

((*Flashes forward in time again to where Korhend's door was getting knocked on*))

Romak: Here, ive got an idea
Mathias: what
Karil: Better be better than that idea you had when we were at the Chityanland peace talks....
Romak:yes well, no need to go there my lord.... Wait till this Hore Vendor is by himself and approach him with a deal...
Von Smithy: What Deal.....

Kisar climbs aboard not a carriage but a small Repulserlift Bike

ooc: huh?

Ashton: Whats going on in that carrige up ahead...
Chityan: I think its that ugly purple man and the Princesses sister...
Ashton: Bailey, you got your camera...
Bailey:(GRINNING) Why yes old boy, i think i have
Chityan: Wizard!
Bailey: You Chaps wait here.... Ill be back shortly

OOC:here is a picture of a SpeederBike,


http://homepages.paradise.net.nz/lhbg/pictures/Vehicles/Speederbike/speederbikes.jpg

Von Smithy: Whats that fool Bailey doing
Romak: seems to be walking up to that Khorby the Facially Repuslive Ones carriage
Von SMithy: WHY?.....

Korhend looked out the window to see some one with a camera approaching "What does that fool think hes doing."

Kisar shakes his head



Kisar: idiots

he takes out a small lugar and shoots the camra out of his hand then puts the lugar back

Matthias: Did you see the lawyer man?
Karil: Yes, is he here to sue some one
Matthias: I imagine so, the princess wont take him seriously.
Karil: And Trasian is to busy showing off his Star wars bikes..
Matthias: They look pretty good though.
Karil: You dont think he lets his men dress like the extras from Star Wars aswell..
Matthias: I hope not...

((Eh, nevermind))

Naoline can't fail to note that one delegate is in her carriage and another on his own personal conveyance. A tiny frown mars her perfect features, but only for a brief moment before she gives Lord Korhend another polite smile. Glancing out the window, she spots Bailey. "Driver, stop a moment and let that man catch up." The carriage comes to a brief halt and the footman leaps to open the door for Bailey.

To the Imperial Family of Finara and Her Highness, Princess Lila:

The people of the Commonwealth of Sagos would like to wish peace, prosperity, happiness and long life to Princess Lila, on this 23rd celebration of her life.

We regret not sending any diplomatic envoy, as all of our foriegn missions are focused trying to build support for the Free World Organization. However, we do send a gift of 1 million Sagosian Units, plus a promise of ten fold for your wedding day.

May the peace between our two countries last as long as you breathe air on this Earth.

Sincerely,
The Prime Minister of Sagos

Korhend turned and returned the smile showing a bit more then politeness in it.

Bailey: Sorry, wrong carriage, im looking for the carriage containing the three heroes of Ashtonland. Well, i suppose there is only two of them now. Since im here... Why if it isnt chief of the Purple headed ones and the Young Princess..... I hope i havent interrupted anything...

Kisar wistles innocently when he shot the annoying camra out of Bailey's hand

Korhend scowled, "What are you rambling about"
ooc: seems someone doesn't recognize the difference between shading and color :P

Bailey: And im assuming the pistol shots were some form of Purplefaced salute, and the destruction of this antique obsidian camera, which was to be a gist from My Lord Matthias, was entirely accidental. (Smiles)

ooc. (I do, but my people like to demean the cultural achievements of their main competitors, and by mocking the skill of your artists are trying, and most likely failing to boost their ego) :)

"actually" spoke Korhend doing his best to remain calm "I had Nothing to do with that."

Lila replies to Sagon in writing:

You have my gratitude for your gift and your warm wishes. I have used the money to create a system of kitchens for the homeless in our cities.

Naoline just rolls her eyes at Bailey. "Driver." she calls out and the carriage starts again, the footman closing the door and resuming his post.

((Sagos, not Sagon))

Korhend turned away rolling his eyes Thank you he mouthed to naoline with a look of relief on his face.

Chityan:(looking out of carriage window) Bailey old boy, what are you doing on the floor
Bailey: Blasted carriage just ran over me leg.
Ashton: Well, dont just lay there man get in..
Bailey: I think its broken... hold on.. yes it definately is
Ashton: Nevermind, did you get the pictures,
Bailey: Actually, they shot my camera.
Chityan: The Swine.

Kisar follows the Carriage and goes beside it


Kisar;That guy was annoying byond all reson, i dislike idiots

Romak: Did you see that
Von Smithy: Sorry Old Bean, drifted off there..
Romak: 2nd Lt Bailey just ran up to that Kor Hanns fellers carriage, then they shot at him. Slammed the door in his face and Ran over his leg....
Von Smithy: Hes s tough bastard, hell be alright, his Frigate, did take on 5 Communist Cruisers, a couple of years back...
Romak: Its not that, its the national pride, a slap in the face to the King and all that
Von SMithy: Hmmmm,

"Of course." Naoline replies simply. The carriages arrive shortly and she disembarks. The footmen opening the doors for the dignitaries. Naoline gestures the guests to the assembled servants, "We have chambers prepared for each of you. Do take your rest, and feel free to enjoy the hospitality of our palace." Naoline then heads off and servants lead the various men to elegantly decorated, several room chambers. About an hour later, there is a knock on Lord Korhend's door.

[i]Kisar Stops his speedar and dismounts it/i]


Kisar:Just so you know it was I who shot the camera,i HATE camera's more then a idiot. don't worry, i am the best marksman in Trasa so he hasn't been harmed, only his pride :twisted:

A member of the Imperial Guard glances over at the talk of shots, saying nothing just yet.

Korhend had been laying down when there was a knock at the door. WHo could that be he thought checking his appearance in the mirror. He had taken off his armor wearing a dark grey robe, no time to get ready for whoever it was he opened the door.

Korhend had been laying down when there was a knock at the door. WHo could that be he thought checking his appearance in the mirror. He had taken off his armor wearing a dark grey robe, no time to get ready for whoever it was he opened the door.

Korhend had been laying down when there was a knock at the door. WHo could that be he thought checking his appearance in the mirror. He had taken off his armor wearing a dark grey robe, no time to get ready for whoever it was he opened the door.

Korhend had been laying down when there was a knock at the door. WHo could that be he thought checking his appearance in the mirror. He had taken off his armor wearing a dark grey robe, no time to get ready for whoever it was he opened the door.

Korhend had been laying down when there was a knock at the door. WHo could that be he thought checking his appearance in the mirror. He had taken off his armor wearing a dark grey robe, no time to get ready for whoever it was he opened the door.

Matthias: Thats nice...
Karil: WHat is he talking about...
Romak: My lord, I was meaning to tell you...
Matthias: Some one shot 2nd Lieutenent Bailey!
Romak: Yes, but it seem that was an, ahem, accident
Karil: Take more than that to kill him anyway
Romak: More serious is the fact that this Kor Wally of the Land of Poor artists, ran over his leg.
Matthias: What!
Karil: Never!
Matthias: Its like a slap in the face to Ashtonland!
Romak: My Lord, the most Honourable Kisar, is waiting for acknowledgement.
Matthias: My lord Kisar, I assure, we take no offence at your action, and while Bailey is a brave and loyal soldier, and while on the open sea he is a genius, in the art of stately affairs he is, well an Idiot...

ooc:sorry bout the triple post...damn modem

A page bows to Korhend. "My lord, the Princess Lila wishes to entertain you in her sitting room. You are the first she's sent for."

Ashton: Never guess what i just saw
Bailey: What,
Ashton: That neolene going to Khorhendys room
Chityan: Isnt that next door...
Bailey: Chityan, you got your listening device..
Chityan: I have... let me just attach it to the wall... like so.. and bing, word for word... now shusss

Chityan: its just a page... Lila, sitting room, personal....
Bailey: Interesting....

Korhend nodded "I am honored" he said following the page.

Korhend nodded "I am honored" he said following the page.

Matthias: Was that a page that went past
Romak: I believe so your grace...
Karil: To whose room...
Von SMithy: Its doesnt really matter My Lords, they save the Best til Last in these parts..
Matthias: To whose room Romak.
Romak: It might have been Kol Boms
Matthias: I see...
Romak: No worries brother, no worries...

goddamn modem!

The page leads the lord to Princess Lila's elegant sitting room. Dressed in her best crimson dress, strapless, and opera gloves, the princess rises to greet him. She is a brunnette, with fair skin and aristocratic features. She is pretty enough, though she can't compare with her sister. She smiles coyly, her eyes sparkling with a certain innate cleverness. "Welcome, my lord. It is not everyday I receive the chiefs of state of nations so large as yours, I must confess."

"that may be so." said Korhend "But I'm glad enough just to leave the beurecrats behind."

Bailey: (laughing through the pain of his broken leg and bruised shoulder)
Dont you chaps reckon its likely we have had a wasted trip..
Chityan: The princes might have, but we were only brought here so they can boast about our military prowess..
Ashton: besides think of all the champagne and all those young women of the court... not for us was this a wasted journey,

Meanwhile....

Romak: look, there are two princesses, your father only intended for one of you to get married.
Von Smithy: like I said, all is not yet lost...
Romak: Think of the oppotunities....
Matthias: yes yes yes, all very good, but I fear we are becoming a laughing stock... all because of those jumped up rankers....

Lila smiles pleasantly at Korhend, "Please, do be seated. Can I offer you something to drink?"

Von Smithy: Are these rooms bugged
Romak: No i just dont think theyve been cleaned for some time... Is that a moth.
Von Smithy: I need some whiskey!

ooc
Situation assessment
Bailey is lying on his bed with a broken leg and a bruised chest, after being shot by Kisar.
Ashton is drinking with Chityan waiting for the main celebrations
Princes Matthias and Karil are becoming increasingly frustrated with the apparent favouritism towards Korhald. Who is currently in the sitting room with the Princess Lila.
Romak is hatching a plan to try and save the situation, while Von SMithy is drunk.
No one knows where Kisar is, the Imperial Guards are on edge after hearing Kisar boast of his sniper abilities.

Korhend sat down "thank you I will have a drink."

James climbed into his carriage alongside Weathers and Princeton, collapsing back in his seat. The two K.I.G. men looked at him; though the High King had said nothing, they both knew what - or, who, rather - he was thinking about.

The ride continued in silence until they arrived at the palace. Weathers kept a watch out the window, noting that of all the nations he'd visited in the service of the King, this one seemed the most like Iansisle. He didn't say anything; if James wished to know, he'd ask.

Upon their arrival, James took a deep breath and forced a smile onto his face. It took much too much effort, but the James that emerged from the carriage was a perfect mask of contentment. He smiled and joked lightly with the servants, insisting that they not take his regal status too seriously.

James was the youngest High King of Iansisle since Ian V, who was only twenty when he assumed the throne. James was now twenty four, and in his third year of regency. He stood at six feet even - tall for a Shieldian, but not unusually so - and boasted a mop of well trimmed but uncombable medium brown hair and hazel eyes. As soon as he had made his way up to his quarters and the servants left, he collapsed on the bed, his content facade vanishing.

As they have not been seen out and about, pages are sent to politely offer to show the guests where anything in the castle is and to remind them that they are under no obligstion to simply wait in their rooms until the princess sends for them

Lila rises and walks over to her small drinks cabinet, sashaying slightly, "I do hope you find our Empire to your liking. I have always found the countryside rather beautiful. What would you like?" Opening the cabinet to peer inside.

"Do you have scotch?' He asked unfamiliar with Finaras common drinks. "Yes it all seems...very tranquil."

James put on his 'happy' face at once as the page appeared. He was preparing to dismiss her, claiming travel fatigue, when Weathers made a motion to remind him of the MoFA's instructions. With an inaudiable sigh, James supposed it would be quite rude to wait in the chambers pouting.

"I was very intrigued by the layout of the palace when I arrived," he smiled at the page. "I was wondering, perhaps you could show me around quickly?" Behind his back, he waved for Princeton and Weathers to stay in the room.

Romak: Theres a page here
Karil: and
Von SMithy: He shays were free to HIC.. explore the groundshss.. m off toobarr... HIC
Romak: Im going to have a look around.
Matthias: Im going to stay here...
Karil: I may look for that other princess...

Romak: Theres a page here
Karil: and
Von SMithy: He shays were free to HIC.. explore the groundshss.. m off toobarr... HIC
Romak: Im going to have a look around.
Matthias: Im going to stay here...
Karil: I may look for that other princess...

OOC: Update anyone?

Romak: You three, get here now
Ashton: my lord
Chityan: My lord
Bailey:My Lord
Romak: Bailey, dont get up, on that leg of yours. We will have vengance. Mark my words
Von SMithy: To. Bloody RIght Ladshh! No Ribena Berry gets one over Ush
Chityan: Err is he pissed
Romak: Dont question your lords integity!
Chityan: Sorry
Romak: Come, weve got work to do, and in the name of Freya dont talk to anyone important!
Von SMithy: Leave that to me (HIC)
Romak: No, leave that to me! Von Smith, they urgently need you in the bar...

*bump*

Kisar goes into his room and starts to clean his weapon and reload it just incase


Kisar (singing to self) :all the ducks are swimming in the water fa-la-la-laaa (repeats)

Lila pours scotch for the lord and water for herself. She hands him his drink and sits, crossing her legs and sipping. "Thank you for coming to the celebration of my birthday. I was quite pelased to receive your message, even if it did take forever to find a tech specialist who knew how to play it."

The page blushes, pausing and smiling nervously. "Where would Your Ma..?" She pauses as she gets a thought. "Are there dragons in your homeland, Your Majesty?"

"Please," said James, waving his hand. "Don't call me 'your majesty'. Lord knows I get enough of that at home." Behind him, Weathers nudged Princeton and grinned. The Gadsanian shushed his partner with a wave of his hand.

"Dragons?" James continued, adjusting the sleeve of his tunic. "No, I don't believe we do." What with his experiance in the mountains of Larkinia, or even in his own beloved Honeycomb, James had a nagging distrust of the supernatural, but put it aside for love of country. "I'm taking you do here?"

The page grins. "Oh, yes, Your...sir. It is out national animal. We have a stable of them here at the palace, if you'd like to see. The Order of Light Rides them frequently."

James stored away the name 'Order of Light' for future reference, waving for the page to precede him. "Sounds fascinating. Please, lead on." He smiled thinly at her when she bumbled with his title. "Don't worry too much about that. Three years, and I'm still trying to get my own staff to stop bowing every time I look at them."

He closed the door behind him, walking slowly in whatever direction he was lead. "Actually, this country reminds me much of home. The countryside is lovely."

She smiles, heading out into a paved stone courtyard. "That sounds lovely. I am very fond of out contyside. Of course, I've never seen another. People of my station rarely ever leave Finara, sir. The dragons normally land up there. She gestures to a clear, paved area, looking up briefly. "I think that's an approaching dragon in the distance."

Korhend shook his head taking the glass "I'm sorry to have troubled you, technology can be such a bother."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said James conversationally. "Sometime travel helps me relax." Other times it's more of a burden...

Shaking aside the thoughts, he gazed off to the sunset, watching the small shape the page pointed out approach.

Lila shook her head. "It pleased me greatly. It was very personable and no one has ever offered me such intriguing birthday gifts as you, I must say. But truly, my people must grow more familiar with technology. It has always seemed to me that there was great wisdom in greater technological education for out people. And the potential advantages of an alliance with a technologically advanced world has crossed my mind more than once." She sips her water. "I suppose I am boring you with my talk of our local politics. It is hardly worth flying across the vastness of space for."

Meanwhile a red dragon lands in front of King James and the page, bearing, on its back, a rider in finely cut gold plated armor, carrying a greatsword. The armored figure leaps from the back of his great mount, removing his helmet to reveal an oddly rugged face, with thick black hair and a beard to march, "I trust I am not late for my own sister's ball."

"If I was to judge others for rambling I'd be the greatest hypocrite in creation" he said with the slightest twinges of a grin "My nation to is very weak in technology, we rely on foreign imports for that while we construct and esemble the crude work at home." he said turning to the window "Your nation is very beutiful, its been years since I have seen a blue sky."

Kisar feels around his neck for the small Artusion Crystal that usually hangs on the small chain around his neck and finds it missing


Kisar:LOST! IT'S LOST! NOOO! LOST! then he thinks about bailiy That little Son of a bit$, he's gonna HANG!

he loads his lugar and searches for Bailey

James jumped back slightly as the dragon landed in front of him. Despite its enormous size, it didn't seem to have it in for him, and he soon relaxed. Quickly, he smiled at the page. "Now that is one thing that reminds me I'm not in Iansisle."

When the rider dismounted, James walked slightly in his direction. "I take it you'd be the brother, and a Prince of the realm?" Not wanting to take his royal status lightly in the company of other nobles, James bowed deeply. "I am High King James III of the Grand Iansislean Empire of the Shield and its Dominions. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Lila gives a sidelong smile to Lord Korhend, sipping her water. "A year ago, we did not have electricity. What technology we have is entirely the result of our international relations and we have no remotely modern infrastructure to fall back on." She follows his gaze to the window, grinning. "How long has it been since you haves seen a star filled sky?"

The Prince bows to James. "An honor, Your Majesty. I am Prince Dalag, recently back from the army. It is a shame so many of my siblings are unable to attend the dear Princess's birthday."

James smiled, clasping his hands behind his back. "Prince Dalag. An honor to meet you. One of your lovely pages -" he nodded at her "- was just showing me about the palace. I must say that I'm impressed by your steed. In Iansisle, we have to make due with horses." He laughed.

Still, the reference to additional siblings staggered him a bit. Iansisle's Royal Family had only five children, all by the current Queen-Mother, and he hadn't thought Finara's to be much larger. "Er, how many Princes and Princesses are there?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"I have four brothers and three sisters." Dalag says simply. "Unfortunately, Prince Sandar is out courting a Princess of New Rome and the Princess Berla is on...private business." Dalag gave a measured smile, "I think you'll find us a close family, if a large one."

James returned the smile evenly. "I'm sure it is." He waved his hand. "But don't let me keep you from greeting your lovely sister, Prince. I am quite content to continue to admire your lovely land."

OOC: Time to write myself back into this...


IC:

John finished unpacking, and changed. He slid out of the suit, and into a pair of Kahki pants and a rugby shirt. He looked around the room. Nice place he thought. He pulled out a CD player, and sat down in one of the chairs. He hit the 'play' button, and Pachabel's Cannon began to play, loud enough to take his mind of the outside world, but soft enough so he could hear the door if someone knocked. He pulled the new Tom Clancy book from his laptop bag, and began to read.

Having arrived in his solar powered ship, Prince Amar was pleased with what he saw in Finara, and was pleased with what he saw, especially the dragons. He had yet to meet the princess of course, and hoped that his gift of a Panda would be accepted

Dalag nodded. "I am rather sure she is occuppied at the moment, Your Majsty." He petted his drsgon idly. "If you truly want to see the country, the best way is from dragon back."

A carriage pulls up to where Prince Amar lands and the gorgeous Princess Naoline disembarks, curtseying graciously. 'Welcome to Finara, Your Highness. I am Princess Naoline, here on my sister's behalf."

OOC: sorry, i was out last night so couldn't post till now.

IC: Isaac steps out of his Z8 and gazes at the grandeur of the magnificent royal palace. He strides up to the door with his bodyguards, Smit, Wesley and Jones. As he enters a servant approaches and, rather intimidated, announces, "Prince Isaac, we have been awaiting your arrival, allow me to lead you to your chambers."

Isaac sees that his room is suitable and then decides to take a tour of the magnificent building and its beautiful grounds. As he stps outside he sees a large red dragon swoop down, although he has only seen dragons from the air before Isaac has no fear and approaches the rugged Dragon-rider.

Dalag glances to Isaac curiously, then back to King James.

Korhend sighed deeply "Since ages, long past. They sky is always filled with soot and smog in my homeland."

"Excuse me sirs", Isaac nods to both James and Dalag, "Sorry to interupt but I was wondering who this wonderful creature belongs to, dragons have never lived in Never-setting Sun."

"I'm sorry, my name's Prince Isaac, son of the most high Emporor of the Never-setting Sun. May I ask your names Sirs?"

Lila nods sympathetically. "I am sorry. Tonight, you and I shall walk under the stars, if you would do me the honor. Though for now, I should be receiving my other guests."

Dalag bows politely. "I am Prince Dalag, son of Garathon and Myrisha, Their Most Catholic and Imperial Majesties of Finara."

Isaac talks with Dalag for a while, discovering all he can about dragons and the royal family. He then returns to his well-furnished room. As he steps out onto his balcony to view the surroundings he sees a beautiful princess walking with a large man in armour. He hopes that she is Princess Lila but perhaps not. His eyes continue to scan the horizon and they fall upon an even fairer maiden greeting guests as they arrive.

Smit: That Princess is a knockout Sir
Isaac: Which one?
Wesley: The whole family Sir, female side of course. *slight chuckle*
Isaac: Of course but have you seen their brother? *loud laughter*
Smit: Sir, I do believe someone just knocked on the door.....

James smiled slightly. "No, thank you, Prince Dalag. I think a Bankfield is about the most exotic mount I'd care to fly about on." He looked up as Issac approached, and bowed slightly. "Prince Issac. I am High King James III, Protector of the Grand Iansislean Empire of the Shield and all of its Dominions."

Dalag nods. "Of course. They do take some getting used to. As for who owns it, this beast is imperial property. We do tend to try to avoid having the same rider use the same dragon too often."

Isaac looks out on the wonderful lands and thinks he sees a dragon flying far off among some hills. Smit has gone to the door to see who is there.

Isaac: "Jones, do you believe I will be successfull in my quest?"

Jones: "Why yes sir, you must marry before Prince Marcus (OOC, see another thread) Whichever twin marries first will become heir to the throne."

Isaac: "Personally i think father prefers Marcus. I heard earlier that he is throwing a festival to try and get him married to a foreign princess."

Jones: "Then it is simple sir, you must achieve your goal."

Isaac: "Yes....." long pause "Smit, who is it at the door?"

Korhend had the slightest tuggings of a smile on his normally grim face. "The honor would be mine, melady."

James coughed slightly. He was quickly growing tired of this conversation, but knew it would be very rude to dismiss the Prince in his own homeland. Instead, he turned, indicating for Dalag to join him, and walked slowly back the way he had come in the first place. "I see your country appears to be in the process of rapid modernization," he started, clawing his brain for conversation topics. "Iansisle is much the same way."

Lila smiles at Korhend as a page opens the door for him. The Princess rises. "I will see you tonight then." She curtsies and then looks to the page. "I would see Prince Matthias now. The page hurries to find the Prince from Ashtonland, bowing, "Your Highness, Princess Lila wishes to greet you."

Dalag walks with James. "I wouldn't say we are, honestly. We have what we import and buy, but there's no real move to begin manufacturing technological items here."

James nodded, looking about for someone to dump Dalag on. "That was one thing the C.C.P. managed to get passed under Tarriff's administration - all governmental purchases have to be from a domestic contractor to prevent us from becoming the technological colony of another state." He shrugged. "The Ministry of War has been pressing that of late, due to the war, but Dhawan's after them now."

Dalag shrugs, "We have the Order of Light and out faith. That has always sufficed before."

James glanced quickly at him, before returning to eyes forward. "It's a dangerous world," he said, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes.

John had waited long enough, and decided that theyw would have to come find them when the Princess or whoever he was to see was ready. He turned off the CD, and closed the book. He walked out of the room, and started to wander around the palace, heading towards one of the courtyards.

Dalag shrugs and soon the two men can hear a man's voice from around a corner. "Oh, father is quite desperate to marry her off. He does need to make connections and, well, Lila's the plainest and he has to marry her off before anyone can court Naoline. Of course, Belra will be a purely political affair. She'd never let her husband into her bed and presumably..." A dashingly handsome man dressed in silken riding clothes turns the corner along with one of the maidservants. He grins wryly at Dalag. "Why hello, brother. Who's your friend?"

The slightest smile appeared on the usually grim feature of Korhend, small as it was, it was a honest smile "The honor, would be all mine melady" he said with a slightly larger smile "I'll just make myself inconspicuous as you entertain the other guests."

Lila smiled again. "Of course, my lord. Make yourself at home in the palace. I am sure most of the court would love to meet you. You made quite a positive impression on my sister, I might say."

*Bumps again, nudges Ashtonland*

***On a cliff, overlooking the capital city of Finara***

Messaline sits looking at the capital city, in deep contemplation... The main mission of his visit was to size up the capabilities of Finara... And whether they can be allied with... Messaline knew that his cousin, the King, needed an answer soon, but Messaline had learned nothing new about Finara's capabilities.

Except for the equipment at the drop site itself, Messaline would have seen no technology beyond the level of the real world in about 1400 CE. The more advanced technology at the drop site could mean that Finara has high tech it just didn't use but it could just as easily be an example of isolated imports the Finarans can't reproduce. The one unusual advantage the Empire seems to have is its dragons, which are abundant and can often be seen in the sky overhead. No diplomats approach Messaline before his meeting with Lila, which will be right after those of the Ashtonland princes, but the ministers and other high officials of the Imperial Service do have offices in the palace which it would be no problem to locate for anyone looking.

uh...bump.

As Jophn wanders the halls, he almost runs right into Naoline as she turns a corner. The Princess startels back a moment before smiling, "Why hello, Mr. Cohen. I do hope you are finding the palace to your liking?"

The Five Civilized Nations is a nation of freedom... All the races live there. We also have a lot of dragons... Messaline is relatively unimpressed with the capabilities of Finara. He believes that Finara can be considered as a trading partner, but never as a real military ally.

As Jophn wanders the halls, he almost runs right into Naoline as she turns a corner. The Princess startels back a moment before smiling, "Why hello, Mr. Cohen. I do hope you are finding the palace to your liking?"

John jumped. "Oh, hey, huh, Princess...Naoline? Right? Yeah, its ok. Not quite on par with the tech level Im used to, but nice none the less. I gotta say thnaks for letting me come down here, though," he finished.

Naoline just smiles. "Why of course. We're glad to have you. Is there anything you'd like to see while you wait for my sister?"

"Hmmm, not that I can think off. Just kinda wandering the palace, taking in the sights," John responded, chuckling lightly.

"I..see." Naoline's radiant smile faded for only a second before growing again on her face, seeming thoughtful. "You are a barrister, if I recall correctly?"

FROM THE IMPERIAL COURT OF CHRIST PANTOCRATOR, NEW ROME
http://members.optusnet.com.au/a_marrington/ns/pantocratoria.jpg

To our imperial brother, His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Finara,

Our eldest son, His Imperial Highness the Most Pious Prince Andreus, Despot of New Constantinople, is also unwed, and is of similar age to Princess Lila. Prince Andreus is busy managing the day to day affairs of the Despotate of New Constantinople, an independent territory in the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria under his direct authority, however, he would very much like to attend the ball underway in Finara as a suitor for the hand of Princess Lila.

For the reasons we have discussed, Prince Andreus is very busy, and could only attend if his suit will be taken seriously. We'd very much like for him to meet Princess Lila in the interests of future friendly relations between our two empires, which share so much in common.

Filial regards to you, my fellow vicegerent on Earth,

ANDREUS I IMP. PANTOCRATORIA

Many of my soldiers budt in to this party, over 999,999 soldiers, and takes the princess hostage, if you want to see her again ,it'll cost you $500,000,000

Many of my soldiers budt in to this party, over 999,999 soldiers, and takes the princess hostage, if you want to see her again ,it'll cost you $500,000,000

:roll:

To our imperial brother, His Most Catholic and Imperial Majesty, the Emperor pf Pantocratoria,
The suit of His Imperial Highness the Most Pious Prince Andreus would be taken very seriously. While it would be improper to give specifics on the current standing of other potential suitors, we may assure you that His Highness would be one of the two or three men to whom we are most inclined to grant our daughters hand. The renowned piety of the imperial family of Pantocratoria makes His Highness seem a fine husband for a devout Catholic woman, as our imperial daughter is. We are also, of course, desirous of establishing good relations between our two imperial families and our two Catholic peoples in the service of Christ and of His Church.
Filial regards to you, my fellow viceregent on earth,
Garathon, Emperor of Finara

Your princess was kidnapped...

((On account of how no actual plan was given besides overwhelming force which Right-Wing separatists couldn't realistically have with their population, no ic motivation was given, no explanation as tho how the troops somehow just appeared undetected in such numbers, etc. then I consider that post godmodding and am ignoring it.))

Prince Andreus' luxury yacht arrives at a nearby port, and the Prince and his porters disembark. Prince Andreus is dressed in formal evening wear, including a imperial purple sash, rather than the traditional regalia of the Despot of New Constantinople. His porters scurry about, unloading Andreus' luggage, including several magnificent peacocks in golden cages.

"Let's hope we've not missed too much of it, Michael." says Andreus to his chief servant.

I suggest you do something Finara, before she dies, I can help you with my military if you need help.

OOC: I agree... Right-Wing Separatists... You have been I.G.N.O.R.E.D...

((On account of how no actual plan was given besides overwhelming force which Right-Wing separatists couldn't realistically have with their population, no ic motivation was given, no explanation as tho how the troops somehow just appeared undetected in such numbers, etc. then I consider that post godmodding and am ignoring it.))

OOC: IMO it is fair enough for you to ignore it for the reasons you describe. I'd change the thread title to include "peaceful" to stop others from trying to crash the party in a similar fashion.

Princess Lila of the Holy Empire of Finara, the eldest daughter of three and second born child of eight in the imperial family, is turning 23. Special preparations are being made throughout the Empire. Rumor has it that the Emperor wants to find a husband for the Princess at her ball. She has been unwed far too long by the standards of the Imperial Family. Working tirelessly, on the Emperor's orders, the diplomatic corps has managed to notify every nation of the event, with more elaborate invitations going to human, Catholic, and/or monarchical states.


"Hmmmm . . . human, Catholic, and/or monarchial states. We're sort of getting thrown out of the running here. Or maybe not. Squire Skippy!"

"Yes your Ferociousness?"

"Do we have any Catholics?"

"Boodles of them your Obtuseness! They're the ones been beaming the 'Sister Wendy' programs to Southeast Asia."

"Fair dinkum! Now, what do we know about this Princess Lila chippie?"

"Her recent photograph hangs even now in the Corridor Of Most Bodacious Foreign Babes your Toodarnbusytogoyourselfness! So far she ranks #3 and has been voted 'Girl I'd Like The Most To Cover With Raspberry Jam and . . .'"

"OK, I'm getting a fair idea."

"So, is a marriage in the offing your Loneliness?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But let's dig into the State Treasury and at least send a sumptious gift."

"Any immediate ideas your Generousness?"

"Let's go ahead and go whole hog. The Collector's Edition DVD of Pulp Fiction. That'll do it."

"Wow your Effervesceness! She'll squeal with delight."

"Yeah, works for me."

The page knocking on the Ashtonland royal guestroom is handed a small note which he reads. A carriage, in the colors of the imperial house of Pantocratoria, greets Prince Andreus upon arrival, the doorman hops down and gets the door. A strapping young man steps out and bows to the waist. "Your Highness, the Princess wishes to receive you in her sitting room." Meanwhile, some servants of the Minister of State are seen giggling like schoolgirls as they examine an official package from the Carver States.

((OOC: I considered it, but I wouldn't really be adverse to a thought out and well rped violent action using forces a nation would have legitimately for actual ic reasons.))

Kisar is still looking for his Artusion Crystal necklace that his father gave to him


Kisar Starchaser:come on! where is it?


he opens his telepathic link to the crystal all the way and finds the crystal in a corner

Kisar:THERE you are


he picks it up and puts it around his neck


OOC:The Crystal is semi-alive, that's how Kisar found it VIA telepathic

The page knocking on the Ashtonland royal guestroom is handed a small note which he reads. A carriage, in the colors of the imperial house of Pantocratoria, greets Prince Andreus upon arrival, the doorman hops down and gets the door. A strapping young man steps out and bows to the waist. "Your Highness, the Princess wishes to receive you in her sitting room." Meanwhile, some servants of the Minister of State are seen giggling like schoolgirls as they examine an official package from the Carver States.

((OOC: I considered it, but I wouldn't really be adverse to a thought out and well rped violent action using forces a nation would have legitimately for actual ic reasons.))

OOC: How did I miss this post! Arrgh! :oops:

IC:

"Outstanding. Take me there at once, my good man." says Prince Andreus as he boards the carriage. His porters load on some gifts, including the peacocks in gold cages. The Prince rubs his hands in anticipation.

The young man steps back into the carriage, the footman shuts the door, and a short trip later they're at the palace. Andreus is shown to Princess Lila's door which the page opens. ((Assuming Khonrhend left the room and went about the palace)) the page shuts the door behind him. Lila rises and curtsies slightly. "Your Highness, it is quite a high honor to have a man so reknowned among the faihtful seeking my hand." She smiles a little and looks down demurely.

Prince Andreus bows, and then kisses Princess Lila's hand.

"Your Highness, you are as lovely as I imagined, if not more so." says the Prince. "I've brought some little gifts for you. First, may I present you with these peacocks..."

The Prince gestures to the two peacocks in golden cages. Their coloured feathers are breathtaking. He then reaches into his pocket and produces a small purple velvet case. He opens it and shows Lila the contents - a pair of earings.

"They're merely glass, not diamonds." he says. "But they may be more precious than diamonds. You see, when my ancestor, Constantine XI, last Emperor of Constantinople, joined the fighting as Constantinople's walls were breached by the Ottoman Turks, he discarded his imperial regalia so that he could die among his people, not as their basileus, but as a common soldier fighting in their defence. The real imperial regalia had been sold to the Venetians century before, and replaced with regalia made of glass, and before the survivors who founded Pantocratoria fled Constantinople, one of them recovered some of the shattered pieces of the discarded glass regalia. We have treated them as relics of the last Emperors of the Romans, and in Pantocratoria, they are considered to be worth far more than diamonds. So, although they're not much to look at, I hope you will do me, and Constantine XI, the honour of wearing this earings."

Lila stares at the earrings a long moment, obviously a little overwhelmed by the history. She gently takes them, saying softly. "I don't deserve this." She looks up and meets his gaze, smiling a little. She puts them on slowly. "I will wear them with great pride. I can't wear them to the ball, unfortunately. Propriety would forbid openly wearing the gift of one of many guests." She pauses thoughtfully. "After we finish here and after you take your rest, it could be arranged for someone to show you all the holy relics in the possession of Finara. With our lack of more modern technologies and our absolute refusal to allow the practice of witchcraft, that crime against God and man, within our borders, the power with which God has imbued our few holy artifacts, as well as our faith in Him, are all that protect us from the aggressions of the world."

"I'd like that very much, Your Highness." says Andreus. "May I ask, when is the ball scheduled to take place?"

Lila smiles. "The ball is tommorrow night. Can Iget you something to drink?" Lila smiles slightly and self-consciously runs a hand through her hair.

"Thankyou, Your Highness, I'd love one." says Andreus, smiling. "And if the ball is tomorrow night, does that mean that your birthday is tomorrow?"

OOC: Got to sleep! I'll be back!

Lila nods. "Yes, I will betwenty-three years of age tommorrow. Birthdays are always odd to me. The years seem to pass so quickly and yet so slowly at once. Please, do be seated." She walks over the the cabinet. "What would you like?"

"I..see." Naoline's radiant smile faded for only a second before growing again on her face, seeming thoughtful. "You are a barrister, if I recall correctly?"

"Yes, I am. Personel Prosecution, Cohen, Grahm and Associates," he replied.

Lila nods. "Yes, I will betwenty-three years of age tommorrow. Birthdays are always odd to me. The years seem to pass so quickly and yet so slowly at once. Please, do be seated." She walks over the the cabinet. "What would you like?"

"Oh, I don't mind, I'll have whatever you're drinking." says Andreus. "If tomorrow is your birthday, then I'll keep a hold of my last present and give it to you then. It can be a surprise!"

Kisar walks back to his room feeling happy that he found his crystal again.

he sits down and starts to read "Hamlet"

Naoline nods to John. "I have studied law some but I suppose they must be vastly different in your homeland. Our law largely flows from our faith. We believe the laws of human beings should flow from the natural law in accord with Tomistic teachings on Eternal, Divine, natural, and positive law. I'd be curious to learn how it is done on other worlds."

Princess Lila pours herslef and Andreus a dry, white wine native to Finara, handing it to him before sitting herself and crossing her legs. She hands him his drink. "I'm sure it will be something lovely. Would you tell me of your homeland? I hear they just began to have elections."

Naoline nods to John. "I have studied law some but I suppose they must be vastly different in your homeland. Our law largely flows from our faith. We believe the laws of human beings should flow from the natural law in accord with Tomistic teachings on Eternal, Divine, natural, and positive law. I'd be curious to learn how it is done on other worlds."

Intresting. Ours is based mostly on a general set of values determined byt the government. However, if you take a step back and look at it, there really are none. There are very few things illegal in Imitora, and those that are are Federal Crimes. Substance abuse, rape, and premetitated murder with no emotional base are the three big ones, with treason rounding in second. See, in Imitora, say you kill someone, for no reason whatsoever. The goverenment wont do anythgin. However, if the familly of the victim feels strong enough, they'll hire me to press charges. Jurries are not randomly selected, but people actually go to school for it, and judges are the same. It keeps a suprising amount of order, and crime is relativly low," he replied. "And, it pays the bills. Nicely."

"We've just resumed having elections actually. The old governing party, the United Christian Front, won every parish in the last election some years ago, and it then passed an act abolishing elections, with my father's approval." explains Andreus. "Every act of parliament requires my father's approval, of course. My younger brother, Constantine, who was a minister in the old government, convinced my father to overturn the act banning elections and to call another one. He was convinced that another election would oust my aunt, Princess Irene, who was then the Minister for Cultural Development, a ministry which holds more power than one might suspect. It back fired on the UCF though, and the party split in two. The larger part followed my aunt, and formed the present caretaker government. She's managed to pass a lot of populist policies, some of which I personally find distasteful or extreme, and the polls are now tied between her party and my uncle's party."

"As for my country... well, there's two parts, mainland Pantocratoria and an island a fair way off the coast, the Exarchate of New Jerusalem. The largest city in the whole empire is New Constantinople, which is Pantocratoria's major port. New Constantinople and its surrounds are under my immediate authority in my role as Despot of New Constantinople. Traditionally, an Emperor will make his nominated heir the Despot of New Constantinople at age 21 to begin training him as a future ruler. It is a magnificent city, although we're having some growing pains with all the recent immigrants..." Andreus trails off. "I don't mean to bore Your Highness, I apologise. Have you seen Pantocratoria's national factfile? It is often published in tourist guides and things... I think I've a copy if you'd like to see..."

He offers Lila this: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=74255

Naoline's smile flickers again. "What of those too poor to afford your services? Is there no law for them?" She looks around a little before shrugging. "I suppose out societies are very different. Would you walk with me?"

Lila takes the fact file and flips through it briefly before setting it aside. "Thank you. It seems we have in common that we have two younger sisters." She smiles a little. "The history of my house is known in much less detail before my great grandfather was marked as the right Emperor by God in the miracle of the wood. He was one of the first Twelve Knights of the Light who started the struggle to free the humans of Finara, from somewhere beyond the sea. There are a great number of legends about them though." She laughs graciously. "The most popular view among the commoners is that they actually came from Troy, somehow lost agelessly in the mists of time. Unfortunately, that is rather untenable and not merely for the fantastic element for both miracles of the Lord and foul withcery are very real. But they were in the service of God and Christ when they arrive and unholy devilry on the fabric of time is not a place even the most virtuous of pagans would be likely to hear of Our Lord and Saviour and find salvation."

"Actually, Your Highness, I've three younger sisters, Anna, Theodora and Zoë..." says Andreus. "What a fascinating legend... according to myth, the Britons, or the modern Welsh, were Trojans fleeing the destruction of Troy... perhaps there's some connection?"

Bailey: I think i can walk now
Ashton: SHouldnt bother old boy
Chityan: Yes, your not very popular
Bailey: Me, What have I done!!!!
Ashton: Not sure, but some one wants to hang you!
Bailey: Is that all, By Jingo, who was it!, not that purple faced son of a bi...
Chityan: No, it was that Kisar, the one that shot your camera
Bailey: Why I outta...
Chityan: Wait, I have a cunning plan, to get revenge on them all....
Bailey:Bloody good show old boy,
Ashton: Whats this here big Crystal!
Bailey: Oh i was limping around the palace looking for some grog, purely medicinal
Chityan: But grog aint...
Bailey: shut up. Anyway, i happened to find this Crystal, in someones room.. doesnt matter whose.. and i found it, I managed to swop it for that fake repilica one. That Ashton carries
Ashton: Knew it would come in handy some day.
Chityan: Whos room was it by the way
Bailey: Well, it might have been Kisars..

Lila's brows both peek with interest. "Truly? That would explain a great deal. Many of the humans who lived here before the Order of Light came were slaves taken in faerie raids on villages in Northern Wales. That might explain the persistence of Trojan myths." She looks thoughtful a moment, clearly having a keen interest in such subjects.

Von Smithy: Have you HIC heard the bad newsh
Romak: Yes
Von Smithy: ChristianSH! Bloody buggerin Christiansh!
Romak:I know, there goes the country, shame, I was starting to like it aswell
Von Smithy: Be crucy fixations bloody next!
Romak: We have duty, as human beings and despite the blatant hostilty shown to our family and war heros
Von Smithy: ARES BLESS THEM!!
Romak:To save this small nation from the clutches of such barbaric religous fanatics
Von Smithy: Eshpeshlly Methodishsssts
Romak: Come, you drunken excuse for an Ashtonlander... Weve got work to do...

"How fascinating! That is a coincidence." says Andreus. "The version of the legend with which I'm familiar is that of Geoffrey of Monmouth, his Historia Rex Britannicum, but I understand that is based on earlier myth. Quite fascinating. This is a lovely wine, by the way."

Lila smiles. "Why thank you. It is from the Salashtien vinyard, one of the holdings a the house of Sydik. The house of Sydik produces more Knights of the Light than any other noble house in Finara so my father tends to favor. But, tell me, Your Highness, are you a great student of history?"

A page is still seeking out Prince Matthias of Ashtonland, now asking the other servants if they've seen him as the knock on the door was unanswered.

"I wouldn't call myself a great student by any means, but I'm certainly interested in it." says Andreus, savouring the taste of the wine. "Salashtein vineyard eh? Lovely. And please, Your Highness, call me Andreus."

Karil: Whats this...
Matthias: I get the distinct impression, Christians are involved brother
Karil: NO
Matthias: That may be why our delegation has been ignored, you know they all hate Ashtonland since Great Grandfather banned all monotheisic religions..
Karil: Summon the others.... I have a plan Brother..

"I am not certain that would be proper. A woman of my station is required to be rather reluctant even with such simple things as familiar address. It does please me greatly to know that you are interested in matters of the mind though." Lila smiles slightly with ademure glance downwards with a faint blush."I am somewhat known for my interest in such things."

A HUMBLE FOOTMAN answers the door, he wears the white uniform of the QUEENS OWN REGIMENT OF GUARDS, his name is Private Grubbs
Grubbs scratches his eye patch..
Grubbs: Er the prince, yes er, he is missing, well, er that is to say, he was around, but, er, went to marvel at the er splendid buildings. Said he would be back in er 20 minuites, that er was bout 2 hours ago

Grubbs falls to his knees and begins to bang his head against the wall

Andreus smiles and nods.

"I understand completely, Your Highness." he says. "So, you are a student of history yourself then? Is there a specific era or field which particularly interests you?"

The page goes off to look for Prince Matthias. He soon gets three or four other pages to join him in searching the palace.

Lila nods a little. "I am. I mostly study the history of my nation, of the imperial house and the noble houses, of the Order of Light, and of the Church in Finara. I wish to write a book, though I am still debating with my father over it. He feels it demeans me to do such a thing."

"Demeans you?" Andreus asks, interested. "Far be it for me to question such an esteemed monarch as your father, but did he explain why he felt it demeaned you to write a book?"

Karil: Where are we anyway
Matthias: Hobbins! Go and find where we are!
Pvte Hobbins: Yes Your Grace
Karil:Gusgutter! you look that way, see if you can find anybody that knows where we are, it doesnt look like were in the palace,
Pvte Gusgutter: Sir?
Karil: Look man! Ammunition boxes everywhere..
Gusgutter: Could be the armoury sir?
Karil: But theres no guns, rifles, swords, no machine guns, no small arms munitions, its all explosives....
Matthias: Besides if this was an armoury, then why was the no security precautions at all
Karil: How did we get here any way
Gusgutter: we wuz walking sir, didnt really watch which doors we wuz openin
Matthias: No matter how do we get back, and more importantly how do we warn people about all this..

ooc- where is everybody

Romak drags the drunken Von SMithy back to their rooms

Ashton, Bailey and Chityan are plotting to play some jape on Kisar to restore national honour

Hobbins is lost running around some underground corridors thats theyve wandered into

Grubbs is drinking heavily to try and restore his nerves

the Two princes are with one of their guardsmen, gusgutter, in an undergound chamber under the palace loaded with explosives, lost and unsure what to do.

Lila shrugs a little. "I am a princess, not a scribe." She sighs a little and looks down.

Lila is in her sitting room with Andreus.

The pages are looking for Prince Matthias.

Naoline is in a palace hallway with John.

Leontine and Dalag are in a hallway with James.

((OOC: Ashtonland, could you telegram me about the explosives? Unless you're already going somewhere pretty specific, there are some internal conflicts in Finara that could be worked in with that.))

"Have you thought of writing a book under an assumed name?" Andreus asks. "If you're worried that it would be considered improper for you to write one, and it is something you want to do... I'm sorry. I'm sure you've gone over this argument with the Emperor yourself."

"No, no, Your Highness. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be involving you in this." She sighs a little. "I suppose I should receive the rest of my guests. Enjoy your tour of the Holy Relics." She rises and then says demurely. "The first dance at the ball is yours."

As Prince Matthias is not to be found, a page is sent in search of King Prince Kisar.

Naoline's smile flickers again. "What of those too poor to afford your services? Is there no law for them?" She looks around a little before shrugging. "I suppose out societies are very different. Would you walk with me?"

"There are charities that will help the poor if they wish to press charges, but we've never realy had that problem. And I'll work pro bono on a case to case basis, depending on the charges." Jonh looks around as well. "Yes, it will be my pleasure."

Naoline starts to walk. "I don't want to get too far from the palace. My sister should be sending for you soon." She turns a corner. "I'm afraid I don't know much of your homeland. Would you mind terribly if I asked of it?"

Romak: Ashton! Where the hell are the princes
Ashton: We, thaught they were with you my Lord
Romak: No, we left them in their rooms, All their personal escorts are gone save that young Grubbs, who is out of his mind with worry.... And vodka.
Bailey: Do you want us to look for him sir
Romak: Well thank you very much!
Bailey: No need to be sarcastic Sir
Romak: Look, were at court, not in the field, dont answer back!
Bailey: Sorry sir
Romak: You, stay here with Grubbs. And two of Karils men, who were told to wait while the princes went gallavanting, Oklev and Ullson
Bailey: Sir
Romak: Ashton, Chityan with me
Chityan: All this time here and not one glass of champagne and not one lady of the court to seduce.
Ashton: I know, I Know...

Naoline starts to walk. "I don't want to get too far from the palace. My sister should be sending for you soon." She turns a corner. "I'm afraid I don't know much of your homeland. Would you mind terribly if I asked of it?"

"Its ok, I might get lost if I went to far, I have a havit of doing that," he joked. He follwed her around a corner, before continuing. "Of course not," he siad. "Imitora is a big nation. Really big. And more than just population wise. Its one of the largest land masses in our region, The Allied Powers. We are generally peacefull but our heritage is a very take no prisoners one, so in war time, things can get pretty nasty." He paused to think what he should say bext before continuing.

"We have a big work ethic in Imitora, but can really party to. We're also a very proud nation, and thats gotten us in trouble a few times. Of the six times we've gone to war, three have been over pride issues. And I can also say we've never lost a war. Our military is one of the things we always showcase, its very technological. We have a mandatory four year service areangement, and after that, you're free to go. They'll pay for college if you want to go, or idf you dont, they can set up a job to get you on your feet." He would have explained more to her about it, but truth was, he really didnt know anymore about it than anyone else.

"The population is fairly mixed, mostly imagrents, we were a British colony for a while. Tha majority is Irish blood, but a few lucky ones, like myself, are Italian, well, more importnantly, Scicilian." HE offered a smile at the last comment, and let her digest teh information in case she wished to ask anymore questions about Imiotra.

Matthias: What writing is it on the crates anyway
Gusgutter: Dunno Your Grace, its nout English or Russian
Karil: Here let me see, im a bit of a Linguist, as you well Know brother
Matthias: Well
Karil: Its....
Matthias:Yes
Karil: I think Its...

Naoline paused a moment, digesting all the information. "That is rather interesting. Finara has only once been to war. How are you involved with the government of your state, if I might ask?"

"No, no, Your Highness. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be involving you in this." She sighs a little. "I suppose I should receive the rest of my guests. Enjoy your tour of the Holy Relics." She rises and then says demurely. "The first dance at the ball is yours."

As Prince Matthias is not to be found, a page is sent in search of King Prince Kisar.


Kisar hears the Message and sends a reply that he is in his quarters reading adn asks is this important.

The page shrugs slightly to Prince Kisar. "No, Your Highness. The Princess merely assumed all her guests would want to meet her." The page returns to the Princess's chambers and bows. "Your Highness, Prince Kisar says that he is in his quarters reading." Lila just raises a brow, a bit flustered, but shows no further reaction while still in the presence of Prince Andreus. "I will see Lord Messaline then."

ooc:woah I turn my head and I loose track of the story! Whats going on

Naoline paused a moment, digesting all the information. "That is rather interesting. Finara has only once been to war. How are you involved with the government of your state, if I might ask?"

"I'm a close friend of Eliz...President Waitkus," he cought himself. "Known her for quite a while, donated alot to her campaign. I may not have the power that some of the higherups do, but I know she'll listen to me, if I aske her to."

Naoline nods non-commitally to John. Seeming to quiet thoughtfully a moment. "You'll forgive me. I am still getting used to the concept of elections."

Meanwhile the pages notify the guard that the Ashtonlander Princes are nowhere to be seen. The guards begin a quiet but thorough search until a small party of four guards stumbles across them in the out of the way chambers where they are. The guards bow. "Your Highnesses, we have been looking for..." the lead guard begins to say before he goes silent, staring in shock at the rooms contents.

Naoline nods non-commitally to John. Seeming to quiet thoughtfully a moment. "You'll forgive me. I am still getting used to the concept of elections."

John simply nodded. "I would understand, after leaving in a monarchy all these years."

Naoline nods. "So when you say you contributed to her campaign, that means you argued the benefits of her policies in your nation's cities and villages?"

"No, its up to her to get others to vote for her. What I did was contribute monitary funds to her election comittee in order to put out 'Vote Waitkus' and the like signs. Also paid tv and radio adds, and public relations. Stuff like that. While her views were the most popular, its also important to make sure teh candidate has plenty of money. Its unfortunate to say, but sometimes teh richest candidate will win, not the right one."

Naoline nods a little non-commitally. "I see. And how do you find Finara?"

One of the guards slips out of the room with the Ashtonlanders in it to report in. The other checks the explosives and begins defusing them.

Naoline nods a little non-commitally. "I see. And how do you find Finara?"

"Its nice, and I find it rather relaxing," he replied, looking arund.

"I'm glad you..." Naoline pauses as a guards hands her a note which she quickly reads. "Well, Mr. Cohen, it seems my father wishes to treat all of the guests to a surprise reception on the Imperial Green, just outside the city walls."

John noded. "That sounds great," he said. "Lead the way?" he asked.

Naoline nods, striding out into the courtyard. A carriage pulls up and the footman gets the door for them as Naoline climbs in first. "It should be a short trip."

Any other guests not currently interacting with a Finaran character are found by pages who notify them of the reception and request that they follow to the courtyard. ((OOC: Everyone talking to one of my characters will have that character notify them ic after their next ic post.))

As Naoline steps down, Messaline Armand walks by and bows... "It is a pleasure living in this land, but you still have not taken the gifts that I have brought. When you have time, will you please take a look?"

Naoline curtsies to Lord Messaline, stepping down from the carriage onto the Imperial Green. "You should present them to my sister as soon as the reception is over, m'lord." She smiles dazzlingly.

Messaline blushes. Trying to cover it, he bows again. "I shall remember to present it to your sister... I know she will find the gifts very interesting..."

Turning on his heel, Messaline glides off...

OOC: Is there going to be a ball?

Naoline blinks slowly. "You will not be attending the reception, Lord Messaline?"

((OOC: Yes))

Messaline turns around in surprise... "There is a reception!?! I will be right back then, I need to get the gifts and get more properly dressed for such a social function..."

Naoline nods somewhat. "Godspeeed, good Lord." Nonetheless, her expression takes on a faint look of worry.

"What troubles you, my lady?"

"Nothing, nothing." She waves him on.

Disturbed by Naoline's facial expressions, Messaline calls to his entourage, ordering them to bring the gifts. Messaline hurriedly runs to his suite and changes into a formal suit.

Kisar reaches into his case and brings out a REAL artusion Crytal necklace.

he puts it around his neck and he telepathicly talks to the crystal.


Kisar( telepathic): we shall DESTROY the ones that stole the Righa Crystal.


Crystal:Our kind is calling for revenge, you must KILL the one who stole our kin.

OOC: I will assume Prince Andreus has gone on his tour of the holy relics, and has now received a request from a page to go to the courtyard reception.

IC: Prince Andreus walks into the courtyard, and looks around.

After dressing, the dashing Lord Messaline Armand proceeds to the palace, intent upon participating in the reception. Following him were several pages carrying priceless gifts from the Five Civilized Nations.

OOC: The reception is on the Imperial Green, right?

OOC: I don't really know... :oops:

OOC: Yes, it is. The Imperial Green is outside the city, not in the courtyard or near the palace. Their are carriages to take you all there. I was planning to play out the tour of the relics but, in the interests of timeliness, we can skip it.

At the reception, and outdoor table has been laden with the finest of wines and elegant finger foods. Pages carry trays containing the same about the area. An orchestra has been set up and is playing a classical tune. The Empress is watching all of this in her robes of state but her husband is not visible anywhere yet. Naoline walks wordlessly to her mother's side.

Dalag shrugs and soon the two men can hear a man's voice from around a corner. "Oh, father is quite desperate to marry her off. He does need to make connections and, well, Lila's the plainest and he has to marry her off before anyone can court Naoline. Of course, Belra will be a purely political affair. She'd never let her husband into her bed and presumably..." A dashingly handsome man dressed in silken riding clothes turns the corner along with one of the maidservants. He grins wryly at Dalag. "Why hello, brother. Who's your friend?"

(17 years later, I get back. Sorry about dropping off the face of the earth for so long)

James adjusts his sash slightly as he hears the voice coming, glancing down at Dalag as the man rounded a corner. "High King James III, Lord Callahan and Protector of the Shieldian Empire and its Dominions," he replied, not sure what to make of the man and deciding a full title count may not be appropriate. "I, ah, couldn't help but overhearing your conversation."

Prince Andreus mingles about the Imperial Green, looking for Princess Lila. He helps himself to a glass of Finaran wine while he's at it.

The handsome man smiles crookedly at James and bows. The maidservant he was walking with falls to her knees. Smiling, the man says. "I am Prince Leontime, Your Majesty. My companion, who need not be addressed in this company, is Nicole Stewart. And we are both honored by your august company. Of course, it is rather unfortunate you overheard my conversation. It was a tad frank for polite..." Leontime pauses as a guard hands him a note, reading it. "It seems there's to be an unannounced reception on the Imperial Green. Shall we, my lords?" He starts heading towards the courtyard and one of the carriages.