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A Kingsford-Oglethorpia Affair (Private RP)

Oglethorpia
23-10-2003, 02:58
An overview of the political climate between Oglethorpia and Kingsford in the 1750s

Kingsford was long established in the year of 1435, several native tribes inhabiting the large continent south of the channel seperating it and Kingsford. James Oglethorpe, famed English explorer landed on that southern continent on his fine vessel "Ann" in 1736. Along with him was navigator Kraig Stevens and Captain Guy Furgeson as well as 110 settlers. Oglethorpe, Stevens and Furgeson would make repeated visits, finally settling the colony of Los Polverines in late 1736. It was not till 1738 that Los Polverines and the outlying colonies aligned and declared themselves the Commonwealth of Oglethorpia. This was on March 23rd, 1738, and Phillip Marovich became the first President of Oglethorpia. However, the government of Kingsford would not officially recognize the fledging nation of Oglethorpia until late 1751.

Incidentally, that was when Oglethorpia had claimed the outlying island of Gallipoli off the Kingsforder coast; surprisingly, after this event Kingsford heeded the existance of the Oglethorpian government.

The Convention of 1752, or the Tripoli Convention as the Kingsforders refer to it as clarified the Oglethorpian-Kingsforder border -- the channel between the two large continents, or as it was called by most Kingsforder citizens, "the Tiberius Channel." The Convention also included the signing of the Gallipoli Agreement; that is the loaning of Gallipoli to Oglethorpia for the next three-hundred years.

The seeds were sown for a fruitful relationship between Kingsford and Oglethorpia.

From 1751 on, a state of open trade, immigration and contact existed between the two quickly-growing nations.

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The year was 1789 and President John McClendon was in his second year of his Presidency; that is, roughly nine years were left as the Constitution of the Land had designated a ten year term. The southernmost colony was that of Tripoli, and it was still in it's infancy. The northern cities in the state of Porlamar had grown quite fast after Oglethorpia became a nation in 1738.

Parliament had met in Los Polverines -- at that time in 1789, numbering 25 in size; and had voted nearly unanimously to make Los Polverines the national capital. As such, Oglethorpia's finest craftsmen and woodworkers proceeded to build the Presidential Residence in the center of the town.

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Presidential Residence
3:29 PM OST: Los Polverines, Porlamar, Oglethorpia

President John McClendon sat in his office, doing nothing in paticular. In a couple of minutes he'd meet with his Foreign Relations Director to discuss the state of affairs with the Kingsforder government.

Foreign Relations Advisor [for there are two to each department under a Director of the department] William Perreira briefly popped into the President's office. "Mr. President, George Agnew is ready to meet with you," he said politely.

"Thanks Will," McClendon replied informally.

"You're welcome," the young man said before running off to other errands.

McClendon strolled down the hallway of Bureau's -- State Bureau, Agriculture Bureau -- and finally, the Foreign Relations Bureau.

"Ah, Mr. President," Foreign Relations Director Agnew said looking up from his desk and taking off his spectacles.
"Hello George," McClendon replied.
"Have a seat."

McClendon seated himself, Agnew taking back up his position behind the large, thick mahogany desk.

"Mr. President, we could always benefit from improving relations with Kingsford," Agnew suggested.
"I agree," McClendon replied.
"Aside from the Convention of 1752, there have been no major meetings between Kingsforder or Oglethorpian figures of power. I believe it would be beneficial for you to be the first," Agnew said.
"It is an interesting proposition."
"Mr. President, I think now is the time to attempt to further Kingsforder-Oglethorpian relations with a meeting between you and their King."
"Who is in power now?" President McClendon asked.
"Arwen Ienius, sir."
"Ah yes."
"So you will propose a meeting?"
"I shall. I will draft the message personally," McClendon said.
"Yes, Mr. President."

McClendon left, strolling back down the hallway of Bureau's -- Agriculture Bureau, State Bureau -- and finally, to his left his own office. He opened the door with the fogged-white window reading "PRESIDENT" and sat back down on his desk. Retrieving a sheet of paper and a pen, he began composing the message.

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Dear King Arwen Ienius:

In the interest of furthering Kingsforder-Oglethorpian relations, I propose a meeting between yourself and I, location to be determined later. Please get back as fast as possible.

-- President John McClendon

The Commonwealth of Oglethorpia

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He neatly folded the parchment -- getting up, he retrieved a similarly colored envelope -- an offwhite-near yellow color. He placed the letter into it's envelope, and waxed the whole thing shut. Finally, McClendon steady wrote "King Arwen Ienius" in fine cursive with his ink pen, giving it time to dry as he relaxed in the fine seat of his office.

McClendon soon got up, rousing George Agnew again. "George, fetch Will for me," he said.

Soon William Perreira arrived at the President's office.

"Will, I need you to have this message delivered," McClendon said.
"Yes, Mr. President," Perreira said, ready to head to the post office.
"Wait."
"Yes?" Perreira asked, knowing there was something more.
"There's something more -- I need it personally delivered to the King of Kingsford."
"Yes, Mr. President."

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Perreira left the Presidential Residence -- he strolled across the long, beautifully manucured lawn to the horse stables. The sheep were out on the lawn, mowing it merely by eating at the long grass. Perreira fetched a horse and rode on the dirt streets to the post office. Here things were busier, merchants on the streets selling goods on the street sides. He walked up the steps and through the doors of the post office -- a somewhat ramshackle wooden building.

"Will!" the old man at the desk called out.
"Hello Mr. Green. The President wants this message personally delivered," William Perreira said.

Green's eyes almost widened at the script written on the envelope.

"I'll make sure it gets there!" he said, doing everything short of saluting Perreira, recognizing the importance of the message.

Finally, at 6:53 PM, Paul Black rode out from the post office on one of the government owned horses -- securely sealed and stashed in the side mail holders attached to the saddle that read "CO Mail." [Commonwealth of Oglethorpia mail.]

Soon Black was outside of Los Polverines, riding towards the small settlement on the large channel seperating Oglethorpia and Kingsford.
Oglethorpia
23-10-2003, 03:06
Bumpz0r #1.

OOC: Feel free to comment, if you'd be so kind as to do so since Kingsford won't reply till tomorrow or something.
Kingsford
23-10-2003, 22:52
"Ah, crap." Brain Maltby read through the mail that day. He was being summoned down to McHallops to be the representative there.
Running the worn parchment through his fingers, he re-read the letter. "The next two months. Well that's just wonderful." He grumbled to himself. "Wassingham!" He shouted for his assistant.
"Yes my lord?"
"We need to go to McHallops."
"Again, my lord?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. Only two months this time."
"Shall I pack anything?"
"No need, it's a half hour away, and the estate has things better than what I posess!" he said with a chuckle. "Prepare the horses, we leave in an hour."
Oglethorpia
23-10-2003, 23:14
Paul Black had finally reached the small settlement of Ann's Harbor -- it wasn't much of a harbor at all, but the name stuck after James Oglethorpe landed there in 1736.

Black rode the horse into town, tying it up at the local store. He gave the owner a nod confirming the horse's safety.

Soon Black had made his way across town to the ferry that was about to make it's voyage across the channel -- quickly paying the attendent a single Pachinko, he hopped aboard, the vessel soon leaving after his boarding.

In a couple of hours Paul Black would be in McHallops.
Kingsford
24-10-2003, 20:04
"Wassingham!" Maltby shouted through the cathedral halls of the McHallops estate.
"Yes, my lord?"
"When's the next ferry get in from Ann's Harbor?"
"In one hour, sir."
"Why do they expect me to greet every single person that comes through that way? Alright, ready the carriage, we'll leave in ten minutes."
"Yes, my lord."
Kingsford
24-10-2003, 20:29
A royal velvet two horse carriage with gold trip pulled to a stop at Grace Harbor. Wassingham jumped down from the driver's seat, patted the giant black horse, and moved around to the door. A shiny black boot, belonging to Brian Maltby, was contrasted by the tan-grey dust and rocks that lay below it.
Maltby was a young man at 25, and his brown hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. His goatee was neatly trimmed to a point, and his regal clothes, clean and neatly pressed, showed he was clearly not ashamed of his wealth.
The dock was a beautiful structure, on one end of the dock sat a statue depicting a lion ready to pounce, it's eyes afixed on the person standing infront of it, and adjacent to it was a dove in flight, with a single olive branch in it's mouth. Down from the end were a row of neatly cut and varnished Osage Orange planks, a tree common to Southwestern Kingsford. Right at the shoreline, at the end of the row of planks, was a sign with the inscription "Let not us judge by the outward appearance, for all are welcome within my borders." A quote from king Jacob Tiberius. Under this was a large Kingsford Flag. Behind the flag was built a small octagonal pavillion, with one side leading towards the water, and the side directly opposite leading to the road on which Maltby's Carriage was parked. The other 6 sides were lined with backed benches, and painted on the backs were the names of the 6 families that founded McHallops: Alexia, Garely, Mordosai, Ballius, Dehar, and Chibes.
The flawless dock was built at the direct most southern point of Kingsford, at the foot of the town of McHallops. on both sides, around 5 yards of spotless white beaches ran for miles, faded at the top by beautiful pine trees rising many feet before giving way to the cloudless blue sky.
Maltby walked through the pavillion and to the base of the flag, Wassingham following him with a long roll of parchment and quill, and stood with his hands behind his back at the center. Soon, the ferry would tie up, and he'd greet each person, while Wassingham would write their name and purpose.
"What's the date, my lord?"
"The 12th."
"Thank you, my lord."
Kingsford
25-10-2003, 16:37
Bumpz0r #2.

OOC: Feel free to comment, if you'd be so kind.
Liverpool England
26-10-2003, 01:17
Hey guys, I'll just *tag* this if you dont mind...
Oglethorpia
27-10-2003, 07:04
The large-bellied sailing ship with it's small sails rolled into Grace Harbor -- a wonder that the large vessel could even move with it's ludicrously small sails.

Amidst the mass of exiting people was Paul Black, looking for the Kingsforder representative he was sent to meet with briefly.

Seeing the waiting carriage, Paul Black made his way over to it, briefly running his hand over his hair. Black was dressed in an outfit easily likened to those of Colonial America -- that is, he had a dark blue overcoat with aged bronzed buttons on it, non-descript white trousers and brown boots. No excess expense spared on postal office worker Black.

He hailed the carriage, walking over. "Greetings," he said approaching it.
Kingsford
28-10-2003, 00:37
"Yes yes, formalities out of the way." Maltby hastily said. "Please state your name and your purpose."

"I am Paul Black from the Oglethorpian Government. I have a message for King Arwen Ienius."

Maltby paused. His dark brown eyes gazed into those of Black. "Speak ye sooth?"

"Aye."

"Well that gives me something to do, doesn't it?" Maltby laughed and turned to Wassingham, but seeing his sullen face he cut off quickly. "Come with me."

The two men climbed into the carraige, and Wassingham resumed his duties as driver. With a tug on the reigns, the two black steeds headed off, drawing them toward the estate at McHallops.
Oglethorpia
31-10-2003, 03:33
Black, for the most part enjoyed the carriage ride -- before he decided to inquire the method of travel.

He turned to Maltby, saying "how are we getting to Kingsford City?"
Kingsford
31-10-2003, 04:01
Maltby turned to Black, an inquiring look on his face. Or maybe he was just slightly drunk, for the Kingsford Prohibition act of 1808 had not passed yet.

"Well, we have three options. We could rent a boat, stop at Gawandi for supplies, and go straight into Uppurmaen bay to Kingsford City. Or, we could take this very fine carriage, which, by the way, gives us diplomatic immunity, up the coast, stopping at Haley's Hope, Tullings Castle, and the to Kingsford City, or, we could take those black beauties up front, ride north to Arms of Nobles, then to Byrana, and then into Kingsford City. It's really your pick, we have enough government money to do pretty much anything we want!"