NationStates Jolt Archive

*Magdeburg, Scotta*

The Emperor of Greater Prussia, Viktor Leipzig I, sat and watched as the staff put the finishing touches on the meeting hall in the Imperial Palace which was to recieve all of the guests coming for the meeting.

This should promise to be a great undertaking indeed.


(Do post arrivals etc)

What is the meaning of calling such a meeting when god does not exist and religion just creates more violence than peace? Are the members trying to start another bloody crusade?

[ima just skip the plane ride and shit and just say im arriving in Magdeburg]

The Ses'uh motorcade arrived at the gates of the Imperial Palace. SS men swarmed the area around the motorcade as the Emperor Anthony J. Ses'uh stepped out, only to be flashed by a wave of flashes from media cameras. The reporters that stood around the motorcade dare not to speak nor ask any questions, all they really did was try to get a picture of the Emperor. SS men pushed along and moved the Emperor through the gates and down the road into the front door of the Imperial Palace.

Viktor Leipzig stood in the doorway watching as Emperor Ses'uh moved through. Pictures were taken of Viktor in the doorway as he waved, uniformed in the black uniform of the Greater Prussian Imperial Guard. Some reporters nearly broke through so he waved to the line of Imperial Guard around the Palace to move forward and push the reporters out. A few Dominician, Argyllian, and Reichskamphian Imperial Guardsmen pushed them back beyond the gates and reformed a semblance of order.

"Welcome, Anthony!" Viktor said cordially, embracing him. "Do come this way and have a drink with me while we await the arrival of the others."

They stepped into the Emperor's Study just off of the meeting room where two Corinthian leather chairs sat next to a round table with two glasses and a decanter of Port. "I think you will like this vintage, Anthony, a 1986. While it was a good year for Bordeaux, it was also a good year for Portugal and thus, this beautiful dessert wine."

Viktor poured two glasses, handing one to Emperor Ses'uh. "For God's Crown and Covenant!" he said raising his glass and taking a sip.

"What issues are you bringing to the table today?" he asked, after letting the sticky sweet Port wash his palette.

The Emperor smiled as he turned to Viktor.

"I enjoy the hospitality." He said as he took a sip of the wine

He walked over to the round table and sat down, putting his glass down.

"The most interesting thing I think we should discuss is The Anti Christ. I've had a handful of classes on such events as armageddon and all that stuff. Since the most powerful Christian nations are coming to Madgeburg, I figure this is the best chance to discuss it. Dont' you think?"

The Grand Duke Michael IV steps out of his train car, slapping his gloves against his arm.
"Where the hell is my car?" he fumes, "a Grand Duke does NOT walk, even to meet his Christian brothers."
With a wave, he orders his horses to be brought to him. He mounts, followed by his vice-roy and a company of grenadiers.
"Hmph," he growls. "I guess we'll have to find the palace."

OOC: We had a Grand Duke Michael in my nation, he was a villain though haha

IC: A large Rolls-Royce limousine with the Imperial Crest on the doors and a gold frieze of the Imperial Eagle on the hood of the car pulled up to where the Grand Duke stood. The two Imperial flags fluttered in the wind, each with the "V" and Laurels crest on them. An Imperial Guardsmen dressed in an elaborate black 1700's style uniform stepped out of the car, clicked the heels of his boots together and saluted.

"Your Highness," he announced, "This is the car the Emperor has sent for you. I hope you will accept our sincere appologies for our lateness."

*Imperial Palace*

"Indeed." Viktor said affirmatively, taking another sip of wine, allowing the air to clear for a moment. "But we should wait to address the role of Rome in Prophesy until later. The first Issue, I think, should be to address doctrinal unity and to what extent it can be achieved. I will not compromise the principles of the Protestant reformation, therefore I shall not ally with any Romanist Church, but I shall open dialogue with some to see their stances and to see to what degree they are willing to supress the more imminent dangers to the world, namely militant Islam."

"You already allied yourself with Melkor, don't talk with these Papists." chimed in Dr. Paisley who had waltzed in uninvited, taking a third glass and pouring himself some water. "I don't drink." he said, when Viktor offered him the decanter of wine. "We know that Rome will rise up again, I don't think we ought to help them in any way! Only the black flag for the enemies of Christ!"

"I understand your fears, Ian." Viktor said calmly. "But I assure you, there will be no religious compromise on my part. It is my aim to get rid of the other dangers in this world such as militant athiesm and islam."

"What is more of a danger sir? The ultimate enemy of Christ, the Church and Pope of Rome, or some two bit terrorists who blow up a building hear and there? The terrorists may take buildings and lives, but Rome will take and destroy the very souls of the world should we in anywise help them."

Viktor paused for a second, letting what Dr. Paisley had said sink in. "You have made your point, and a good one, now if you will excuse me, Emperor Ses'uh and I are talking, either join in or attend to other duties." Viktor finally said.

*tag for interest*

The Emperor looked at Dr.Paisley with a look of disgust on his face, but he wouldn't say anything at this time. He shrugged as the doctor walked off and turned back to Viktor.

"Islam in general is one of the biggest problems the Christians face at this moment. Right now, Islam is declaring it's Jihad against millions of Christians across the planet. Unfortanatley, an attempt to stop them would not only be catastrophic on both ends, but it would most definatley bring an upheave of anger towards us.

As for what the Romanists are willing to do to supress the evils of Islam, I am not sure. I do not speak for them. I must say, with how the world is today, I do not believe it is time for seperation amongst Christians. If Rome does live up to what has been said, then it must be dealt with in due time. First I think we should unite and try to crack a hole in Islam and let them understand the power of Christianity. Once our enemies have fallen, then the problems within can be dealt with. Don't you think?"

He smiled.

Star office

"Hmm," the Czar said. "Well, I must attend this meeting." He picked up the phone and dialed Viktor.

[code:1:b550a6db93]

Viktor: Hello?

Czar: I apologize, but I am interupting your meeting.

Viktor: It's okay. What can I do for you?

Czar: Well, says here you have a meeting for all Christian nations.

Viktor: Yes, that is correct.

Czar: Do you mind if I attend? I can be there in thirty seconds or less.[/code:1:b550a6db93]

Viktor: Of course you are welcome to attend.

Viktor leaned covered the mouth piece of the phone, leaning over to Emperor Ses'uh. Informing his enquiring eyes, "It's the Czar of Derscon, he wants to attend."

Saying that he resumed his speaking.

"Do make haste, I want to get started as quickly as possible."

Queen Mariah I: QI
Inquisitor Lucius I: IL

IL: Your majesty, some Protestant nation is holding a Christian conference

QI: We don't have anyone to send. Cardinal Brown, the Latin Patriarch and Bishop James are in Rome for crowning of Leo XIV! Everyone else is busy running the Church.

IL: What about Bishop John? The Patriarch's cousin.

QI: He's running the Church here. Can't have a junior running the Church here.

IL: The Regent is going to Credonia for a wedding and I have to fight terrorists here. I got it, we'll send Bishop Jacob, he knows our line on Christianity.

QI: Jacob? The former-Jew turned Christian? Good idea, he's great for our cross-cultural representation. Send Jacob.

IL: I'm sure he'll do a good job.

QI: Being a former Jew, they can't lie about Jews to him.

The emperor laughed at the thought of the Czar of Derscon and sat down.

"It sure is quiet here."

BUMP

Bump for Reichskampen.

Join people! :evil:

For all the people that said they would come, people certainly decided not to.

The Emperor took one last sip of wine from his glass before setting it upon the table, shaking Viktors hands and quietly leaving Madgeburg.

Yea...what a flop...people ought to do what they say they are going to.

Star Office


"Thank you, I will be right over," the Czar said in to the phone and then hung up.

"Gorbachov!" He yelled to his secretary. He then came through the door.

"Yessir?"

"Tell everyone I'll be out."

"Yessir," he said, and then walked back out to his office.

"Ah," the Czar said, as a huge flash of light went off in the room. "The joys of not baing a total human."

The Czar disappeared in a bright flash of light.
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Magdeburg, Reichkamphen: Imperial Palace -- Viktor's Office

There was a sudden bright flash of light that temporarily blinded everyone. The light began to take shape, and eventually formed in to matter, and then, after the light-to-mass transfusion was complete, everyone saw it was the Czar. He then looked at his watch.

"I apologize for being late. I took a whole minute."

"Must be old age," Anthony joked.

"Hmm," the Czar said. "I don't age."

Star Office


"Thank you, I will be right over," the Czar said in to the phone and then hung up.

"Gorbachov!" He yelled to his secretary. He then came through the door.

"Yessir?"

"Tell everyone I'll be out."

"Yessir," he said, and then walked back out to his office.

"Ah," the Czar said, as a huge flash of light went off in the room. "The joys of not baing a total human."

The Czar disappeared in a bright flash of light.
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Magdeburg, Reichkamphen: Imperial Palace -- Viktor's Office

There was a sudden bright flash of light that temporarily blinded everyone. The light began to take shape, and eventually formed in to matter, and then, after the light-to-mass transfusion was complete, everyone saw it was the Czar. He then looked at his watch.

"I apologize for being late. I took a whole minute."

"Must be old age," Anthony joked.

"Hmm," the Czar said. "I don't age."

*cough*bump*cough*

Bishop Jacob had just landed in Reichskamphen after a long flight on a chartered private plane. All the other official planes were tied with in Rome for the conclave.

When he got out, there was a sudden drop in temperature. He thought "They did warn me about German countries being cold". His niece had tagged along with position of "Personal Assistant" and she was responsible for carrying his luggage, mainly.

He looked around for his greeting party which turned out to be usual mob of middle-aged bureaucrats with nice manner but no sincerity. After the normal diplomatic procedure, he and his niece were escorted to their car. One official asked "You don't look like the average Roman Catholic? Jewish?". The Bishop brushed the question off "Syrian Jew converted to Christianity."

OOC: Yay! The bump worked! Revival! *crosses fingers*

A twelve-car motorcade approached the Imperial Palace. The driver of the lead car identified the entourage to the guards and was waved through. Exiting the fifth car was His Most Serene, Enlightend Royal Majesty, Artu I, leader of The Holy Empire of Artoonia. He was thin of frame, but nonetheless commanding in appearance. He approached the Imperial Palace, and was welcomed by the doormen.

"I apologise most profusely for arriving so late," he said. "My regular secretary took an extended holiday, and her replacement has not been the most competent; I did not even hear of this summit until Friday evening."

Just then, Emperor Leipzig entered the foyer. "Please accept my most humble apologies for the late arrival," submitted Artu, "and as a token of Good Will, my sword Mikelapotenco," which he held aloft.

*bump*
At least, he thought it was Emperor Leipzig.