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Archduke Raphael Corrin III, Sovereign of the Grand Duchy of New Ortaga, will be holding a formal diplomatic reception at the Whisper Palace in Silesia on Proxima Centauri. We encourage all member states (Valinon, Taka, Falasmayon, and Rhiannon & Epona) of the Proxima Centauri Defense Initiative to send a representative or delegation.

Rest assured the security for this event will be given utmost precaution. The Swordmasters of the Illuminati, guardsmen of the Corrin family, will be overseeing the precautions.

This is also an open invitation to all other nations who wish to send representatives to this reception. The Grand Duchy wishes to shed the long shell of isolation that has clouded our nation for sometime.

Marina Junius
Foreign Minister of the Grand Duchy of New Ortaga

OOC: Officials in Attendance

Government
Archduke Raphael Corrin III
Lord Poul Corrin, Heir to the Throne
Prime Minister Channing Ansel, Prime Minister of New Ortaga
Lord Gihren Zabi, Speaker of the House of Lords
Marina Junius, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Okati Kagaoshim, Minister of Space Affairs
David Xanathos, Minister of Trade

Military
Admiral Auguille Delaz, Commander of the Ortagan Solar Navy Third Fleet
General Eiphar Synapse, Six Saber Rank

Civilian
Added Later

Foreign Representatives
Takan Delegation (unannounced)
Emperor Rowald Alderman I and Valinor Delegation
Rhiannon and Epona Delegation (unannounced
Falasmayon (yet to respond)

The Takian shuttle touches down, its hatch opening and lowering in the form of a ramp for an older gentleman, Ambassador Ori, as well as a small group of his friends and partners in the ministry of forgien affairs. He steps off of the ramp and onto the Ortagan palace grounds, scanning for signs of a welcome delegation. Spotting a small group of men, the spry old ambasador marches off towards them, setting a pace even some of his younger aides have trouble keeping up with.

The leader of the Ortagan delegation awaiting Ori, moves to greet Ori.

"Ambassador Ori correct?" he says offering the older man his hand. "I am Vice Foreign Minister Charles Ehern, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"We are waiting for the other delegations. If you like you can go on to the reception hall, or you can wait here with me for the other delegations. I understand that Emperor Rowald will be making a personal appearance at the reception."

Miri Answar, Ambassador of the High Dominion to Ortaga, descended the flight of stairs to the foyer of the embassy building. Her entourage for the diplomatic reception awaited her there. Foremost among them, was her military attache, Colonel Dimiti Bakuras, and several other members of the diplomatic mission.

Two aircars awaited to take the group to the palace grounds for the reception. Answar and Bakuras gort into the same car in order to discuss some before arrival.

"Ma'am." began Bakuras, "We've recieved a few more bits of information we should be aware of before arriving. It appears that severall highly placed members of the Solar Nav..." He continued with Answar, making final preparations for the delicate political dance they would play, as the aircar swooped towards the palace.

Emperor Rowald Alderman I watches the ground rise up to meet his Windjammer as it enters the final approach to the Whisper Palace. He sees a shuttle bearing the markings of the Imperial Principality of Taka already present, along with a small Takan delegation.
The sonic jet glides down the runway, coming to a stop. Rowald rises from his chair, smoothing his formal great coat and waistcoat. He checks his pocketwatch.
"Captain, if you please," he nods in direction of the hatch.
"Yes, My Lord."
Rowald watches as six Sovereign Protectors move down the boarding walkway. He turns back toward the jets chairs.
"Shall we?" the woman sitting nods, firmly, and rises. Rowald turns as she steps beside him, and they begin their walk down the boardingway. Closely followed by Count Viktor Leopold and Supreme Commander Lord Hanse Young, along with a few other Valinor officials.

One of the few remaining Rhiannon and Eponian transport ships, the Ariat was easily piloted by only two men. Light as it was, the nearly antique, though still quite functional, ship met the ground with only the slightest of shudders. Ancient systems reverted to their neutral state, a short ramp allowing the cabin's inhabitants to make their exit.

The first to descend was Lady Articai Onyxia, Headmistress of Rhiannon and Epona, her brilliant sapphire evening gown catching the warm glow of lights in the distance. Accompanying her, and equally well dressed, were the two pilots and her advisor who kept three strides behind her at all times. Between the four of them, only the padding of boots, clicking of heels, and rustle of fabric belied their approach as they remained silent during the march toward Ortaga's halls.

"A pleasure to meet you as well Minister Ehern, I do appologise for the Prince being unable to make it here tonight, as well as for the short, and frankly rude responce sent to you, I assure you, the people incharge have been punished. . . No matter though, the High Prince wishes he could come tonight, however, matters beyond his control have forced us to cancel all personal appearances for a while, I pray you understand." He looks at the approaching Valinion shuttle "and if it is all the same with you, I belive I will stay here a bit to greet the other delegates."

Emperor Rowald sees Ori approaching, he closes quickly with the Takan ambassador.
"Ambassador Ori, it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Tell me, how does the High Prince fair after his recent ordeals?"
Rowald sees the Rhiannon shuttle coming in, "Ah, it seems our newest neighbor has arrived as well. Count Leopold?"
"Your Majesty?"
"Be so generous as to cover for me for awhile, I wish to speak with the Lady Onyxia as well but Ambassador Ori and I have some matters we need to discuss."
"Of course, Your Majesty," says the aging Valinor diplomat, and moves quickly toward Onyxia.

Steven Resslin looked as his Military cheif Miss Rebecka Sway walked towards his desk, she as usual was in her grumpy mood he tossed a datapad onto his desk before sitting down, all Steven could do was smile.

"appearently I the new mailman here... Some Duke is having a party adn has sent invitations out"

"well then it would be rude for the leader of this station and it's Military chief not to attend now wouldn't it?" he smiling broadly as the thought of Rebecka in a fancy dress surfaced from the other thoughts

"oh no I am not going parties aren't my thing...well not those fancy ones.."

"well Kates out in the debris fields looking for a new engine, Paul...well he can't dance worth a..well you know, so that leaves you"

"but..." she whined she hated things like this especially since she couldn't win this arguement ...the second thing she hated most....losing an arugement, losing in general came in first." ...fine, but I'm not wearing a dress"

he smiled as her expersion went from grumpy to frustration "...fine but this is heard but no one"

"fine by me...I'll just take pictures" he laughed as she clenched her fists, he knew her to well to be afraid, she wasn't the type to hit her friends, only anyone else, he pressed the comm button "Paul prep the Zero Maru and uh... try and make it look like well not a warship..."

"ok boss I'll uh get right on that..." the cheerful voice at the other end replied confusedly

"meet me in 20 minutes?"

"fine" she grumbled as she stood up and walked out of the room to prepare .

Steven laughed again to himself as he turned on the desk's console

"This is Steven Resslin, Leader of the Centuri Station. WE request advanced permission to land in your airspace thank you and look foreward to meeting you"

he sent the message as he stood up and walked out of his office to go get changed for the reception

*****
Steven Waited at teh hatch of the Zero maru waiting for his counterpart o arrive , although the zero Maru was classified as a fast attack ship, it wasn't going to be used for that tonight.

Rebecka walked towards Steven, her tanned skin shining against the lights of the docking bay, she may not of liked wearing dresses but the light pink silk dress seemed to fit perfectly with her eyes, and her brown hair that was for once worn down.

"can we get this over with already?" she asked impatiencely

"by all means please" he stepped to the side extending his arm out to her smiling.

she looked at it then him and walked into the ship, he quickly followed her towards the bridge of the ship. The Zero Maru slowly pulled to teh side as it left the dock it's engines glowing a light blue as the ship acelerated to it's near max speed of 60c towards New Ortaga

*****

several minutes later the ship slowed down to a near hault as it radioed the surface

"this is Zero maru requestion permission to land"

Her sharp blue eyes immediately noted the movement in her direction, taking note of the one who had been sent to greet her with deliberate care. A small toss of the head flung tresses of silken auburn off her lightly dappled shoulders, exposing her pale flesh with an almost aristocratic flare. Determination resounded in her step as she strode to meet him, a smile of practiced graciousness painted over her lips.

The men behind her lengthened stride to follow, as the Headmistress had a bit of a habit about walking quite briskly when it was appropriate to do so. They stopped as she did, remaining at the customary length as they waited for the apparent greeter to take the last few steps to the point deemed half way.

Count Viktor Leopold bows to Lady Oxynia, "My Lady, it is a pleasure to final meet you. I trust that you and your people are finding Proxima Centauri to be a suitable home?"
The older man looks on for a second, "Oh, but where are my manners. I am Count Viktor Leopold, First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs. My apologies, it has been quite busy in New Koln as of late."


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Answar and her delegation arrive at the front of thepalace, which takes them next to the pad where the other dignitaries are meeting. She and her group get out to mingle.

Greeting the Ortagan welcomers, Miri says, "Thank you for inviting us in the name of the Archduke, sir. It has always been our honor to better know our allies. The High Chancellor regrets that he cannot be here in person, but serious mattere are keeping him home at this time."

Yeah, he's busy, planning how to fight both you and Adam. She thought.

Her entourange moved to speak to various people, while Answar moved towards Count Viktor and Lady Oxynia.

Ori bowed politely to the headmistress of Rhiannon and Epona, drawing his arms to his chest as was custom.

"good day milady, I am Ori, the ambassador from the Principality of Taka, though I regret to inform you that the Prince will not be making an appearance today. However, I am rather currious as to why we all have been summoned when our nations are at the brink of war. . . it seems. . . a bit careless, and what with the rash of mishaps befalling the more liberal politicians in Ortaga, I must wonder wether it is as safe a nation as we are led to belive, or mearly one full of accident prone people."

His eyes glance in the dirrection of the Ortagian delegation, watching for a reaction.

"but you must excuse me, my mind, over these years has become clouded, and I have a tendance to ramble about affairs of little importance. . . why, it woudl be a SIN *he stresses the word, glancing at the military men within earshot* for me to speak ill of our close allies, the Ortagians, who helped us so valiently when Adam escaped from our spaceport."

He stops, noting the younger diplomat to his side grimicing at Ori's velveted barbs, a sly smirk crossing his face as he watched the Ortagian's body language.

"Perhaps you would do well to remember our own history, Ambassador. Our experience in the matter dicatates that war is not something taken lightly," comes a voice quiet in nature, yet sharp with a tone of authority. Archduke Raphael Corrin III exits the palace, flanked on one side by Gihren Zabi and on the other by Channing Ansel. Surrounding them are a group of six Swordmasters, dressed in their typical blue garb.

"And in regards to history," says the imperious voice of Zabi, "I think that stability might be an issue pertaining to other nations before Ortaga. Would you not say so, Ambassador Ori?"

In response to the emphasis on the word sin, a younger man looks up, wearing the uniform of a Ortagan rear admiral. He eyes Ori with cold, predatory eyes. Several of the other officers, especially the scattering of Ortagan generals seem to become more aware of the Ambassador suddenly.

Ansel, wearing a uniform patterned on his own from his time in the service, steps away from the Archduke as Raphael moves toward Rowald.

"Ah, Emperor Rowald, it is a pleasure to see you again," says the Ortagan sovereign. "Unfortunate how time and affairs of state have conspired to keep us from meeting so often."

Raphael turns to Onyxia, "Ah, the Lady Headmistress of Rhiannon and Epona. A pleasure indeed. We are fortunate to have such good neighbors close by. My personal thanks for listening to Foreign Minister Talbott, a pity he had to step down really."

And with that he comes to Answar, "Ambassador Answar, is it not? I hope the High Chancellor is doing well. After all, it seems that our quite little planet is becoming awash in an array of plots and intrigues. But enough of this, it would be rude of me to keep you out of doors. Shall we remove ourselves to the comfort of the indoors instead?"

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Ortagan Orbital Traffic Control

"Zero Maru, this is Ortagan Orbital Traffic Control. We are sending you a course and coordinates now. Please follow them, an escort will see you to the Whisper Palace. Enjoy your visit to Silesia."

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Swordmasters of the Illuminati, Guardians of the Corrins

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Gihren Zabi, Earl of Wayridge, Speaker of the House of Lords

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Channing Ansel, Leader of the Conservative Federation, Prime Minister of New Ortaga

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Archduke Raphael Corrin III

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"Zero Maru, this is Ortagan Orbital Traffic Control. We are sending you a course and coordinates now. Please follow them, an escort will see you to the Whisper Palace. Enjoy your visit to Silesia."

"roger that Zero Maru has begun final descent beginning orbital burn" the ship slowly lowered into the atmosphere as heat began to building up forming spakrs whiched turned to brilliant flames that danced along the bottom of the ship as it broke through the atmosphere.

"so Steven why am I here again?" rebecka asked curiously

"to have a good time...and no you can't have a fun (aka barfight) time..." he said as he stood beside the captain's chair watching the view screen as the fast attack ship cruised gracefully towards the planet.

an ensign looked nervously at his console as several blips appeared heading towards the Zero Maru "cap-Captain we have incoming ships .."

the captain looked up from his book "ah yes our honored escort remain on the predestion course, and don't worry ensign no need to fear this a party remember?"


******

the ship's landing skis slowly came out of the bottom hull as the ship hovered for a second only meters from the ground before it touched down.

Steven and Rebecka stepped out of the ship and walked down the stairs waiting to meet up with their ride to the party.

So it is true Ori thought to himself, noting the reaction of the military men, before turning his still smiling face to the newcomer.

"Ah, Grand Duke, a pleasure to see you at long last" Ori says, "I was afraid you would make a subtle entrance and I would miss an opertunity to greet you properly. Yes, I must agree with you completly, when Ortaga is involved, war is indeed a very bad thing, and never should be taken lightly, less we suffer more losses *anouther stress and a pause* than we can rightly affoard. Though as for the issue of internal stability, a Dynasty which has stood for six millenia, spans the stars, and has survived three civil wars knows a thing about maintaining order in the chaos that is government. . . though I digress, let us move on to more pleasent matters my friend, I've heard rumors from my closest friends of a change of policy in Ortaga, a revitalization as it were. . . I was rather hoping you would be so kind as to inform us officialy of these. . . policies."

"Yes, my lord Corrin." commented Answar, " Ortaga's reputation for stability and power is well known, but political revolution in a nation so long content with the state o affairs usually is the herald of a drastic change of view. Might it be that after so many years the Grand DUchy is poised for a new era of expansion and glory? And against whom would this glory be gained?"

Raphael still has a bemused look on his face, and makes an impassive wave of his hand, "I assure you that there will not be any drastic change in the policies of New Ortaga, merely those typical of when our parliamentary government switches between party lines. After all, Prime Minister Fremont has been the leader of the Government for over 55 years, and the UPC has been the primary power of the Government coalitions for the better part of 80. Surely you do not expect that such a multi-party government such as our own would allow one party to dominate Ortagan affairs forever. I assure you, the current change in the Parliament is nothing more than what has happened throughout our nation's history: an orderly change of power based on the wills and desires of the Ortagan peoples."
"Besides," says Ansel, turning to Answar, "surely there is nothing wrong with a nation seeking to improve itself. After all, our allies have done the same, would it be so wrong for ourselves to want to join them?"

Suddenly surrounded by a rather large number of people representing every nation in the borders of Proxima Centauri, Lady Onyxia found herself momentarily speechless. Blinking once, she soon regained her bearings, greeting each person in turn, as well as introducing her three accompanying men, all of them bowing at the mention.

"I mustn't be one to judge so quickly, m'lords, and lady. Although we are on the brink of war, we mustn't so readily charge our allies. Let us have a merry eve and celebrate our political and personal relations, putting this out of mind if only for a moment. All too soon will we be asked to remember it again."

In hopes that her words would quiet any further remarks from the delegates from Taka and Ortaga, she changed the subject all together. "Perhaps one of you would be so kind as to acclimate us with your nation? I must say I am eager to learn of my neighbors."

"of course, of course, I did not mean to insinuate anything against our dear allies, and if it came across that I was accusing you of anything, I do appologise, its not as if I'm claiming you are preparing a nuclear strike against our east coast, rather, I'm simply attempting to clear up a few rumors that I had heard, nothing more, nothing less. Though I will not be so crass as to ignore our fellow delegates, indeed, let us move inside and begin this most joyous occasion."

"of course, of course, I did not mean to insinuate anything against our dear allies, and if it came across that I was accusing you of anything, I do appologise, its not as if I'm claiming you are preparing a nuclear strike against our east coast, rather, I'm simply attempting to clear up a few rumors that I had heard, nothing more, nothing less. Though I will not be so crass as to ignore our fellow delegates, indeed, let us move inside and begin this most joyous occasion."

As a final remark to Corrin, Answar says, " Of course not my lord. The wish for self-improvement is the driving force of all the ages. But, there is improvement, and there is improvement... and many and varied are the roads that lead to a better state. Some ways are perhaps less hospitable than others, for all concerned. But no matter, both myself and the High Dominion wish you the best of fortune in your endeavors, as always."

Turning to Onyxia Answar continues, " My lady, Onyxia, you are quite correct indeed. The time may come when we will need to draw all our allies, as close as the brethren we are. Let us enjoy eachother's company, preferably inside. While wo go I would be more than happy to tell you some of the High Dominion."

"Our nation was once a mighty country, spanning several worlds." she began as the delegates walked inside, "That was before Agabe. (she shutters visibly) Laurent Agabe, overthrew the government and ruled for the entire span of the Outer Dominion wars, over 15 years. He effectively destroyed the nation in that time period. We lost contact with our protectorates and the other nations of the spaceways. He destroyed a huge segment of the population and ruined nearly all portion of the country. Finally, our people had enough of the tin-pot dictator. The man who now sits as High Chancellor, lead a revolution to overthrow Agabe. After a bloody civil war, we did. That was shortly after the end of the Outer Dominion Wars. Through Chancellor Beauchamp's leadership we rebuilt our shattered country. We have worked hard to attain our position here, yet there is much still to be done."

"We only recently reestablished contact with our brothers in the Archangel system, and the nation of Greater Ironholm, has rejoined us there. Yet, this success has only served to meter other failures. The other colony of Falasmayon, known as Hlormaren, was also rediscovered many years ago. However, 10 years ago, A maurauding band of interstellar pirates and plunderers attacked the planet. Such was the ferocity of the assault that we were thrown back off the planet, with the few whom we could evacuate. The rest, became slaves of the Space Orks (she almost spits the name). They took over, and use our brethren as slave labour to fuel their piracy, and murder. We have never been able to get them off of the planet, and to this day, the survivors of Hlormaren still have no world to call their own."

"So you see my lady Onyxia, We have known both victory and defeat in our history, and though our story is not filled with the tales of great victories and hardships, which some other nations here can attest to, our own experiences are just as dear to our hearts, and they have taught us well. The High Dominion will never allow another Hlormaren.. not anywhere, and not ever. Never again will we watch as our brothers and our people and subjugated."

Emperor Rowald listens to Answar with half an ear, his eyes are focused on Ori. The stare that he levels at the Takan ambassador can only be described as a look of death. It promises that if that topic is ever broached again, that the ambassador may not like the official Valinor response. He turns as Answar finishes his speech. He looks toward Onyxia with a vague smile.
"The United Star Empire may not be able to make a claim to peace in its overall history, My Lady, but for nearly a half of century we have known no major war. With the end of the brutal reign of the Dominion of Outer Centauri in the outer system of Alpha Centauri, we have manage to foster an era of peace and stability. We have recently taken an interest in attracting new nations to the system, that way younger blood can keep our activity up. And also, it helps us keep in touch more with the outside world. After all, we still have our isolationist tendencies here."

As the other leaders and diplomats talk, Raphael and those with him carefully manuver them into the Whisper Palace. Eventually they come to the massive ball room where the reception is being held. Key Parliament officials, several more military officers, and various private civilians of the "Aristocracy of Pull" are already mingling.

Raphael is drawn off to one side for a moment by a bald man with a goatee/mustache beard wearing the uniform of an Ortagan Solar Navy Admiral. A whispered conversation takes place, and several seconds later the admiral leaves, making his way carefully out of the reception room. The Archduke turns back to his guests, when suddenly an apparently younger man and woman approach.

"Ah," says Raphael, "Emperor Rowald, Ambassadors Answar and Ori, and Lady Headmistress Onyxia, allow me to introduce my nephew, Poul and his wife Lady Hamon Zabi Corrin."

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Lady Haman Zabi Corrin

Answar notes the arrrival of the man who can only be Admiral Delar, and the hushed conversation though she can hear none of it.

"Lord Paul Corrin, Lady Corrin. Greetings, I thank you for inviting us to join you tonight. I give you my best wishes and those of the High Dominion." she said, with a short respectful bow to the pair.

Ori breaks away from the rest of the delegates, tapping out a message into his personal computer system, the AI system encrypting it and sending it in a tight burst to Neo-Kyoto via the everpresent network of Defsats over Proxima.

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weather is wonderful, have met many interesting people. . . hope the grandchildren are tucked into bed and say prayers, will be home soon.

-Ori

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He slipped the computer into his pocket, and moved towards the newcommers.

"greetings friends, a true pleasure to meet you, I've heard many good things about you, and wish you the best of luck in your every endevor."

((OOC: Sorry about the increased lack of posting. These threads hate me, I swear it. ))

Having listened intently and remained at Answar's side for the duration of Falasmayon's history briefing, Lady Onyxia was also found face to face with Lord and Lady Corrin. A polite bow of her head was given, as well as a pleasant greeting.

"I, too, am delighted to be in your company this evening. Rhiannon and Epona and I wish you a most blessed future."

Her mind, however, still focused on the decidedly troubled past surrounding Falasmayon. With each passing day, more tales of strife met her naive ears, causing a twinge of worry over the impending conflict between nations.

"It is my pleasure, Lady Headmistress," says Poul. "Actually, I am very pleased to see you. That way I can properly thank you in person for taking such an interest in my proposals earlier to further the relations between Rhiannon and Epona."

While Poul is talking, the admiral returns, whispering again with the Archduke, who turns and speaks, but not quite low enough.

"Interesting.....must.....Poul.....later.....entrust.......Gihren.....handle.....breach?"

Hamon turns to Answar, "Thank you, Ambassador, and the same. My husband and I hope everything is going well with the High Chancellor."

Meanwhile, a man in a rear admiral's formal uniform approaches Ori.

"Ah, Ori is it not?"

Ori turned pleasantly and extended a hand to the Rear Admiral,

"why yes, I am ambassador Ori, though you must forgive me, your name has escaped my memory at this time, perhaps you could forgive me enough to remind me?"

Answar catches a few snatches of conversation, and files them away in her memory, fortunately an excellent one.

She answers Paul without more than the slightest of hesitation.

"He is well, my lady. He is preoccupied my some serious matters. Those which he cannot delegate. However, he begs me to convey his best wishes to you all. How goes this with you, my lord and lady? Is all well? I hope you have not had difficult matters to deal with yourselves."

Ha! Answar thought, You know perfectly well why he didn't come here tonight. He's planning how to fight you off, and not to mention the fact that your likely to try and assasinate him, or Deus knows what else!

Hamon smiles vaguely, "Nothing more than usual. There were a few elements that were.....upset by the change in affairs of the Parliament, but they seemed to have calmed as the transition was completed. Besides, my cousin is proving him self capable in keep the more dissident members of the House of Lords contented, and Prime Minister Ansel has acquitted himself well in the shaky resistance in the Commons."

Meanwhile the Rear Admiral speaks with Ori.

"Saharin, Ambassador. Ginias Saharin. And I understand, I do not usually attend these.......affairs. However, His Grace was very demanding this time."

Ori nodded, the smile never leaving his placid face,

"I do understand that my friend, when I am called into matters of the military I feel rather like a fish out of water. Though I do belive I've heard the name before, Saharin you say. . . yes, I have heard of you before, though I am not one to spread rumors, simply to verify them. So tell me, what have you been up to on your little castle by the sea?"

Emperor Rowald nods politely to Poul and Hamon, and eyes the conversing Saharin with Ori. The hushed conversation with Raphael concerns him, it dispels whatever doubts he had about the strange movements of Ortaga as of late. Even the Valinor are starting to be concerned over their long term ally, especially since this new government has taken power.
Rowald carefully sets those thoughts aside and approaches Onyxia, "I do hope this evening has not caused you too much conern, My Lady. There have been some hidden conflicts rise to the surface tonight. I must say that I am concerned about this tempest that seems to be rising on the horizon between Ortaga, Taka, and Falasmayon myself."

Ori nodded, the smile never leaving his placid face,

"I do understand that my friend, when I am called into matters of the military I feel rather like a fish out of water. Though I do belive I've heard the name before, Saharin you say. . . yes, I have heard of you before, though I am not one to spread rumors, simply to verify them. So tell me, what have you been up to on your little castle by the sea?"

Saharin seems to ignore the last question.

"I hope the reputation that has already come to your attention does me justice, Ambassador. As for the rumors....what kind of rumors do you speak of?"

"Oh the ussual, if I pinned faith in every rumor I heard, then I would never leave my house, but I don't, and so I am here speaking with you today. As for the exact rumors, you've already clarified one for me earlier today, the others are rather general, and I'd not like to spread around falsehoods. You understand of course."

*OOC: Would it be possible to cut this thread off? I just got Valinon's telegram that the Adam invasion is starting this week. And I don't think we want this many leaders in one location then. Acceptable?*

((OOC: a wise idea, as I intend to write the first forray into the system on Friday.))