Zvarinograd
18-04-2004, 09:15
“An envoy?” Lady Sirithil inquired, “From whom, I may ask?”
In front of her, an elf donning extravagant clothing, knelt and responded, “From the “United Communist States of Zvarinograd”, my lady. Shall I let him and his aides enter?”
“Let them enter,” Her Highness commanded firmly, as the elves scurries to open a door in the far end of the room. A human and his companions entered, slightly and visibly nervous.
“Greetings, most honorable one, we hope we have not offended you in ignorance of your culture.” The envoy spoke out, clearing his head of insecurity, nodding his head in respect while putting his right hand on the left side of his chest. “We have come to you today to bring a message of diplomacy and peace from my country. We wish to open relations with the elven community in hopes of furthering the cause of world peace with all races, nations and people regardless of ideology or economic state. We offer to you, a token of our goodwill.” The envoy motions to his aides behind him. They gently set down a portable video screen. The screen comes to life and shows a picture of a statue. “Here, is a statue of the fair Lady Sirithil, in the finest gold our country could afford, to commemorate her works for the grand country of Menelmacar.”
The envoy pauses once more to catch his breath, he seems to be putting quite an effort to speaking politely, “As well, all elves in our country have all the rights and privileges of a citizen, and may enter for citizenship. They receive both welfare and health benefits, and are free to do as they wish. Finally, a five percent subsidy (discount/added value) has been issued for all Menelmacari to claim whenever purchasing or selling to our country.”
In front of her, an elf donning extravagant clothing, knelt and responded, “From the “United Communist States of Zvarinograd”, my lady. Shall I let him and his aides enter?”
“Let them enter,” Her Highness commanded firmly, as the elves scurries to open a door in the far end of the room. A human and his companions entered, slightly and visibly nervous.
“Greetings, most honorable one, we hope we have not offended you in ignorance of your culture.” The envoy spoke out, clearing his head of insecurity, nodding his head in respect while putting his right hand on the left side of his chest. “We have come to you today to bring a message of diplomacy and peace from my country. We wish to open relations with the elven community in hopes of furthering the cause of world peace with all races, nations and people regardless of ideology or economic state. We offer to you, a token of our goodwill.” The envoy motions to his aides behind him. They gently set down a portable video screen. The screen comes to life and shows a picture of a statue. “Here, is a statue of the fair Lady Sirithil, in the finest gold our country could afford, to commemorate her works for the grand country of Menelmacar.”
The envoy pauses once more to catch his breath, he seems to be putting quite an effort to speaking politely, “As well, all elves in our country have all the rights and privileges of a citizen, and may enter for citizenship. They receive both welfare and health benefits, and are free to do as they wish. Finally, a five percent subsidy (discount/added value) has been issued for all Menelmacari to claim whenever purchasing or selling to our country.”