Pidorea
25-02-2005, 22:23
"Pidorean Invitation
Hereby, The Theocracy of Pidorea extends an invitation to any nation willing to participate in a diplomatic meeting.
With this Pidorea hopes to broaden it's vision of the world and initiate contacts with several nations, so that Pidorea isn't a stranger to the wide world beyond the horizon.
Any nation interested in visiting the nation of Pidorea will be welcomed at Saint's Peek, in the North of Pidorea. It's a quiet and peaceful environment in the mountains. The path that leads out of the mountains is relativly short, compared to locations higher in the mountains. The path is suitable for wagons and cars, but the Peek also has a landing place for ships of the sky.
Arriving at Saint's Peek you will be welcomed by Hanur Proverteus, representative of Pidorea. In immediate sight lies then a building built from blocks white as snow. It's shape is a low, but wide cilinder which counts two floors and on top of it stand four small towers, longing for the blue sky above. After entering this building one can ask Mr. Proverteus any questions and the oppertunity for diplomatics and negotations is a viable one.
If one would want to take a break while one is at Saint's Peek, down the path to civilisation lies a lush forest, and one can hear pidgeons a dozen in there. If the forest is not what one desires, around the white serene building there lie gardens and parks and at certain spots, the view is a grand one. Looking about the mountains, graced with a white blanket of snow, or the far view over the green lands below, where many forests can be spotted and white dots in the distance, the towns and cities of Pidorea.
Another possibility is to enjoy a hot bath in the building, or perhaps enjoy a steam bath in a hot water spring not far from the building. Ofcourse, if none of this is desirable, but food and drinks are, then that can be arranged aswell. We will try to make the time here in Pidorea a nice one.
And when it's time to leave, we will present you with a white pidgeon, symbol of our nation. But not a normal pidgeon, rather a postal pidgeon which you can provide with a small note and it'll fly all the way back to Pidorea to deliver the message if so desired.
We hope that this invitation will appeal and perhaps one might visit us then.
-Signed, Hanur Proverteus, Representative of Pidorea."
Pidorean Representative Hanur Proverteus folds the paper together and puts it in his pocket and looks over the area which is known as Saint's Peek, waiting for the first arrival.
Hanur Proverteus, Representative of Pidorea is a somewhat older man, and his hair, which seems to be remarkably gray already, seems to lose it's grandeur and starts to show his head's skin more and more by the day. Even though this is the case, his face seems vital, even though signs of older age are clearly seen on it. His stance is fierce, but when he walks he walks slowly and perhaps one could say a bit shakey. Even though age starts to consume his body, his spirit stands strong, as is visible in his stern and determined dark brown eyes.
Proverteus wears a long white robe, with black edges and some fancy golden emroideries made on it. Under his feet rest sandals and he seems to enjoy the freshness of the cool morning. A white pidgeon rests on his shoulder, and during his waiting period Proverteus sometimes gives it some grain out of another pocket in his snow white robe.
Hereby, The Theocracy of Pidorea extends an invitation to any nation willing to participate in a diplomatic meeting.
With this Pidorea hopes to broaden it's vision of the world and initiate contacts with several nations, so that Pidorea isn't a stranger to the wide world beyond the horizon.
Any nation interested in visiting the nation of Pidorea will be welcomed at Saint's Peek, in the North of Pidorea. It's a quiet and peaceful environment in the mountains. The path that leads out of the mountains is relativly short, compared to locations higher in the mountains. The path is suitable for wagons and cars, but the Peek also has a landing place for ships of the sky.
Arriving at Saint's Peek you will be welcomed by Hanur Proverteus, representative of Pidorea. In immediate sight lies then a building built from blocks white as snow. It's shape is a low, but wide cilinder which counts two floors and on top of it stand four small towers, longing for the blue sky above. After entering this building one can ask Mr. Proverteus any questions and the oppertunity for diplomatics and negotations is a viable one.
If one would want to take a break while one is at Saint's Peek, down the path to civilisation lies a lush forest, and one can hear pidgeons a dozen in there. If the forest is not what one desires, around the white serene building there lie gardens and parks and at certain spots, the view is a grand one. Looking about the mountains, graced with a white blanket of snow, or the far view over the green lands below, where many forests can be spotted and white dots in the distance, the towns and cities of Pidorea.
Another possibility is to enjoy a hot bath in the building, or perhaps enjoy a steam bath in a hot water spring not far from the building. Ofcourse, if none of this is desirable, but food and drinks are, then that can be arranged aswell. We will try to make the time here in Pidorea a nice one.
And when it's time to leave, we will present you with a white pidgeon, symbol of our nation. But not a normal pidgeon, rather a postal pidgeon which you can provide with a small note and it'll fly all the way back to Pidorea to deliver the message if so desired.
We hope that this invitation will appeal and perhaps one might visit us then.
-Signed, Hanur Proverteus, Representative of Pidorea."
Pidorean Representative Hanur Proverteus folds the paper together and puts it in his pocket and looks over the area which is known as Saint's Peek, waiting for the first arrival.
Hanur Proverteus, Representative of Pidorea is a somewhat older man, and his hair, which seems to be remarkably gray already, seems to lose it's grandeur and starts to show his head's skin more and more by the day. Even though this is the case, his face seems vital, even though signs of older age are clearly seen on it. His stance is fierce, but when he walks he walks slowly and perhaps one could say a bit shakey. Even though age starts to consume his body, his spirit stands strong, as is visible in his stern and determined dark brown eyes.
Proverteus wears a long white robe, with black edges and some fancy golden emroideries made on it. Under his feet rest sandals and he seems to enjoy the freshness of the cool morning. A white pidgeon rests on his shoulder, and during his waiting period Proverteus sometimes gives it some grain out of another pocket in his snow white robe.