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To all and any nation interested,

The Sultanate of Khatania is hosting a ball in honour of its founding and in honour of the founding of a new region - The Supreme Dominion of Torian.
It's also an excuse for you all to splash out and have fun.
I hope to see many of you turn out for this occasion.

From the Sultana Celestine of Khatania.

oOo...definetely

*runs around in circles with excitement*

Now to find a suitable outfit for the occasion.

Field Marshal Drik Stanson will attend the event.

Minister of Foreign Affairs Maemi Hayami will represent Esth in this ball.

My thanks to both Minister of Foreign Affairs Maemi Hayami of Esth and Field Marshal Drik Stanson of Brydog. Also my thanks to NQWSs.

The ball will start shortly...

Sultana Celestine.

You enter by a huge set of mahogany-red doors, opened by two laqueys in a scarlet and gold uniform. The doors open out into the Hall and bring you to a large staircase which fans out at its base.
Another laquey stands by the side and calls out your name to the assembled crowd of dignitaries of Khatania and other realms.
The marble staircase comes out centrely and opposite it the Sultana's throne is placed on a high dais. Behind the throne, deep red curtains fall and create a canopy above it. The throne itself is beautifully carved and carefully made as comfortable as possible. A laquey stands behind it, ready to obey any order of the Sultana who has yet to appear.
The two other walls are made up of high windows, framed with deep red curtains with a rich golden trim, which lead out into the extensive gardens. Tables are in the far corners with various finger food created by the excellent Khatanian chefs.
You hear the sound of an orchestra and realises that the sound is coming from the corner to your right where you see a small orchestra is playing some music.

Suddenly a fanfare resounds and all the dignitaries turn to face the throne. The laquey holds back the curtain and a figure steps through. The Sultana Celestine walks elegantly to the throne, a small smile playing on her lips when she notices that most of the rich of Khatania have turned out. She is wearing a beautiful emerald-green ballgown, as well as her favorite tiara balanced in her elegant hairstyle. Standing in front of the throne, she waits for silence and then speaks:

"Welcome to Khatania's Great Hall! Let the festivities begin!"

Field Mashal Stanson walks to the punch ball. He is wearing his Republic Army uniform with the two stars on his shoulder respenting his rank.

walks over and pokes the stars

"What do they mean then?"

gets bored wating for an answer and walks over to the punch table and starts making pretty panterns with the glasses

:D

The Sultana is holding an enormous Ball? Don't drop it, Celestinee!

Can I come? I want to celebrate my joining of the U.N. by getting wasted.

Hayami was trying to find The Sultana Celestine.
She was not there for vacation (even thought she deserved one) but for a diplomatic mission.
The Emperor himself told her to reach the Khatania's ball in his place,since he was too busy (he was always "too" busy and besides,he never felt at ease with these royal balls) and since because she was the only that could convince the Sultana to join the Celestia Municipality.

Hayami was dressed with the typical Esthian dress,a white Toga (unmarried women in Esth wear white Toga) and attached to it a Brown drape symbolizing power (all ministers during ceremonies/balls/other occasion used to wear it);a Tiara with little diamonds attached to it on her head,Silver Earrings from Pana Dis and a tight bracelet on her right wrist.

She found it difficult to reach the Sultana,since many people where all gathered around her.
Maemi waited until most of the people got away from Celestine.

In the End Hayami reached her and bowed elegantly in the Esthian way.

"Your Highness,thank you for invitation at this ball,I am Maemi Hayami,Minister of Foreign Affairs and I'm here to represent Esth in this event.
Our Emperor is sorry for not participating at this ball,unfortunately he had some important issues at hand and he could not leave the country".

"It's alright,I'm still happy that you came here" replied Celestine with a calm voice.

Maemi smiled "Thank you your Highness,It is a great honor to be here" Bowed again and said:

"My Emperor seeks tighter relations with your nation and sends an invitation to join the Celestia International Municipality"

Hayemi hands an envelope to the Sultana

"In here you will find all the information about it, now if you excuse me i'll reach all the other guests"

She bowed again and started searching for something to drink.

OCC:more about the Celestia International Municipality can be found here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=347834)

walks over and pokes the stars

"What do they mean then?"

gets bored wating for an answer and walks over to the punch table and starts making pretty panterns with the glasses

:D
They repsend my rank, Field Mashal

"Welcome to All! Including Amington!" said Celestine, smiling as she slips out to read the envelope from Hayemi.

After a few moments, the Sultana emerged from behind the curtains behind the throne and handed the envelope to the laquey to put in her office. She sets out to find Hayemi, whom she found near the punch bowl.

"Minister Hayemi, I have read your invitation and will consider it. I will give you an answer probably before the end of the evening. So do enjoy the ball."

Hayemi bowed and Celestine turned to speak to more guests. Spying NQWSs by the table playing with the glasses, she made her way over. NQWSs turned and curtsied when she noticed the Sultana.

"NQWS, how are you? Congratulations on becoming UN Delegate, my friend!"

walks over to BryDog

"But what is your rank, silly??"

sees khatania and makes way over to thank her for the congratses

"Thankyou for nominationg me for UN delegate - I'm so....happy?? No, I think drunk is more the word!!" :P

finds amington by the bar and walks over

"congratses to you on joining, what did you join, oh yeah, the UN, well, yeah, congratses to you. What can I get you??"

Gets drinks in

"I haven't been drinking already, honest!!"

slouches over bar and falls asleep

Seeing NQSWs' undignified collapse, Celestine signalled discretly to two laqueys to move her to one of the benches outside. Hopefully the night air would sober her up. Then Celestine walked over to Field Marshal Stanson.

"I must apologise for NQSWs. She indulges too much but at heart is a great person and ally."

Stanson bowed slightly to the Sultana, smiling.

wakes up and shakes head

OW!! ;)

"Of course I'm a great person"

wanders back inside and goes to see Celestine

"cold out there"

points outside

Smiling as NQWSs comes in, Celestine finds a glass of cold water for her.

"Here. I would give you coffee if it were appropriate for the situation but well... Have you noticed the lack of guests?"

I am the Ceremonial Princess of the South Artic. Yes it's spelt that way, yes our founder wasn't using a dictionary. ::sigh::

I thank you for the invitation!

wanders up to the new guest

"Dictionary's suck so I like you"

:D

Thanks Celestine

gives her a glass of water back

"Greetings Ceremonial Princess of South Artic! I am most pleased to welcome you to this ball." :D

Putting the glass back on the table, Celestine walks over to the throne and sits down for a bit, observing her few guests. With a discreet hand gesture, she signals to the laquey behind her chair.

"My Lady?
- Tell the musicians to begin the waltzes. Hopefully that will draw more people. And keep NQWSs away from the champagne."

The laquey wandered off to the musicians. A slow waltz soon flotted through the air and the dignitaries began to pair off to dance. Sighing, Celestine contented herself with watching.

Delegate Josef Aurus of the Delegate Council of the New Commonwealth of Muktar looks around the hall. He wears a gray uniform with a white sash that has green and blue trim. He sips some champagne while looking around.
"The dance begins, yet I see none with which to- huh?"
A rather drunk diplomat bumped into Josef, mumbling about water. A mild glare of contempt is the only punishment, due to the diplomatic nature of his visit. He makes his way around the room, looking for a dance partner.

Lord Ambassador-Colonel Sebastian Montgomery scanned the ballroom furtively, his monocled eye flashing in the bright lights. They'd sent him out here to kill him, he knew. Oh he knew. But he was too smart for them. He ran his hand down the breast of his uniform, ironing out the creases as he innocently moved his hand towards the ivory handle of his holstered revolver. He'd be ready for them.

Satisfied, the Colonel spun round to face his entourage. His sharp, raptor-like features and magestic form were silhoutted for a moment as he turned. The two tag-alongs crouched instinctively. Unlike the Ambassador, they were commoners, held no military ranks and were mere initiates in the mighty bearocracy of the Ambassadorial Corp. Montgomery had chosen them for two reasons: One, they were harmless creatures, totally incapable of carrying out an assassination. Two, if it turned out there was actual business to attend to, these craven men would contrast well against his own wit and stunning intelligence.

The Ambassador-Colonel pricked up an ear as the music began to play. So they wanted it sociable did they? They would execute him amidst the foppery, when his guard was down. He'd play along. But not the way they wanted. He waved a gloved hand at the two soberly-dressed followers.

"Dance." He ordered.

Granger stepper forwards, one hand touching his bowler hat in deference, "I beg your pardon, sir?"

"You heard me! Dance! Dance, man!"

Granger and Middleton broke from their stunned silence and scuttled off into the dancefloor. Without a partner and with the Colonel's orders lashing at them like barbed whips, the two suited men leapt into each other's arms and began a spirited waltz around the dancefloor.

Montgomery grinned a mouthfull of gold. Now to find whoever was in charge of this backwater.

Queen Denari Betrienne paused for a moment before entering the grand ballroom, patting her dark hair lightly to insure it was still in the intricate upsweep that had taken so long to perfect. She smoothed the front of her deep burgundy gown and lightly touched the choker of garnet and pearls around her neck.

"You look lovely m'lady." Vieta said quickly

"As always m'lady." Maret added.

The two women with her wore simple black dresses that would lend easily to blending into the background. While Denari was certain they could do that she was usure if she could stand their company.

"Thank you, but you know I hate it when you simper." She didn't look at either of them when she spoke but she noted that both looked away. "It seems the music has started, shall we go in?"

Denari waited with her hands clasped in front of her as the door was opened for Maret. As she moved into the room she scanned the other attendees, moving through them as unobtrusively as she could, simply taking in the scene for a moment. She accepted the glass of champagne that Vieta offered her and she waved both women out of her sight. She began to look for her hostess.....

"WOAH!! mooooosic!!!"

;)

starts dancing slowly with invisible partner

Not looking as stupid as Granger and Middleton though :P

Sultana Celestine rose as she noted the newly arrived guests. Smiling brilliantly she walked regally across the dance floor to the foot of the stairs where they seemed to have congregated.

"Welcome. My Lord Ambassador Montgomery, how are you today? And you too, Queen Denari Betrienne. I trust you are all well. I'm sure that you are used to greater finery, elegance and so forth but well riches take time to accumulate, don't they?"

A slightly apolegetic smile played on her lips as she hoped that the laqueys would have the sense to hide NQWSs until she sobered properly.

sober...??

Yeah, that's me

finds herself hidden behind a black curtain thing

"Wow, pretty!!"

finds way out and apologises publicly over the microphone for her drunkiness

(if that's a word!!)

:P

A black limousine stops in front of the palace. The door opens and Chancellor Hans Kleineaschoff steps out. It is a little windy, so he hurries inside the big ballroom.
"Guten Tag, everybody. My gosh, this is a lovely palace." He was stunned by the majestic aura this palace had. "I am glad to join you on this event. My name is Chancellor Kleineaschoff. I represent newly-founded Deutsch-Rheinland. We just gained our independence and I would like to exchange ideas with other countries so that all of us may benefit of that (and of course I'm here to drink something although I am officially on duty ;) )."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Denari said, smiling warmly and bowing her head slightly at her hostess. "But I would greatly appreciate it if you would call me Denari. I find my titles a bit tiresome sometimes, especially on such a glittering social occassion such as this."

Denari's sincere tone conveyed her feeling that this was indeed as grand as any Zilesquan Ball she had ever attended.

Smiling with amusement, Celestine signals to a laquey to get NQWSs away from the microphone and possibly find her a little room where she can drink to her heart's content or till she passed out which ever happened first ... Turning to Denari, she spoke with enthusiasm.

" Well in that case, Denari, do call me Celestine. And I appreciate greatly the praise given to the occasion. Have you tried the food? Our chefs, now and again, excel in their cuisine."

An equally sincere smile lit the Sultana's face as she spoke.

"Now, pray excuse me while I greet Chancellor Kleineaschoff."

Passing by one of the waiters, Celestine took two champagne flutes off the plater and headed towards the newly arrived Chancellor. She offered him the champagne glass with a smile.

" Welcome to Khatania and congratulations on the founding of Deutsch-Rheinland."

The Ceremonial Princess dances alone, unabashed at the many staring faces that follow her solitary twirls. Seeing Granger and Middleton shuffling around (clumsily), she glides up to them.

Princess: Good evening gentlemen. Can I interest any of you in a dance?

Granger (suprised): Well...er...princess! Uh...

Middleton (still dancing, not aware Granger has stopped): OOF!

Middleton promptly trips over his partner's feet, and lands at the Princess's jeweled shoes.

Princess (giggling): Very well. The gentleman here can go first, seeing as he's so eager. And as a sidenote, my name isn't princess. It's Catalina D'noir. Cat, for short.

walks back again

What have I missed?

"You've missed hardly anything..." mutters the Sultana. "Hopefully more people will turn up soon..."

Celestine returns to her throne and sits down, ignoring the small crowd of Khatanian dignitaries, staring at the doors. Maybe the Princess of Krysaliss will come... After all it's a colony. she thinks.

So I'm not important enough anymore - I see she thinks.

The Sultana worried about antagonising her friend, rose and led her towards the punch bowl.

"I'm sorry I've not payed you more attention. It's just such a pity more people haven't come. Especially after all the expense! And getting all the dignitaries of Khatania to turn up was difficult to put mildly. Lets have some punch and maybe some champagne."

She picks up a glass of champagne and drinks it in one gulp and then hands another glass to NQSWs, smiling.

It is abit of a shame actually...

*drinks down the champagne*

But let's look at it this way - Noone turned up so all the more food and drink for us...

I can get the VIP treatment.

Well, I guess you are a VIP but it's a big thing for us, li'l unimportant people. :rolleyes:

Maybe we should just go home and start to organise the next party, and maybe with a bit more planning, it'll be a success.

*calls a cab, and gets out pen and paper to start to make a list of invitations for the next ball*

"You're right... Let's pack up the party."

The room empties in minutes, leaving the Sultana alone to contemplate the leftover mess. Celestine then turns and leaves through the hidden door behind the throne.

a car pulls up outside

"Well, that would be my cab."

I'll be off then, I'll pop home, get some sleep, sober up abit, then I'll be back in the morning for more preparations :)

Lucy, the leader of NQSWs, staggers out in the general direction of the cab