NationStates Jolt Archive

Kingdom Evening News:

A new year dawns in the Kingdom as Malkavon was inaugurated King, heralding the coming of the Kingdom of Malkavon. Taking charge of the nation, King Malkavon quickly set to work, determined to guide his people to a better future.

(OOC): Hello everyone. New at this, just wanted to say hi and all. Hope to have lots of fun, though!

Pythogra applauds this new, benevolent king. MAy his rule be long and prosperous!

OOC: Hello! Welocome to NS, and please read the stickies in the International Incedents forum. :)

"The Commonality tentatively acknowledges the sovereign rights of the Kingdom of Malkavon pending future observation and confirmation.

"Necessary diplomatic bumpf aside, we greet you with warmth and peaceful intent.

"As a first step on the long road of peaceful coexistance, we extend an offer to dispatch a small team of diplomatic personnel for a brief state visit to precipitate a small, unradical offer on the part of the Iluvauromeni Commonality of Everlasting Light.

"In harmony and stability we trust;"

~ High Lord Ambassador Dejure, representing the Iluvaruomeni Executive Council

[OOC: Hello, and welcome! You might also want to take a look at the NSWiki (http://ns.goobergunch.net), and, more specific to my nation, the category devoted to it, which can be found here (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Category:Iluvauromeni_Commonality_of_Everlasting_Light).]

"The Kingdom of Malkavon is greatly honoured by the Iluvauromeni Commonality of Everlasting Light's gesture, and humbly welcome their envoy to our small nation. We hope that we may establish peaceful, harmonius relations with the Iluvauromeni."

~King Malkavon, Sovreign of the Kingdom of Malkavon

[OOC: I'm going to assume a little 'off-camera' negotiation to arrange arrival and all that stuff - threads can easily get bogged down with arrivals otherwise. ;) Hope you don't mind!]

The unspectacular arrival of the Iluvauromeni diplomatic team is almost too unlikely to believe. Crossing the border by private arrangement, the small five-man Rivette Rotor[tm] even deploys fake 'wheels' to make it seem as if it's... well, a normal car.

Naturally it isn't. Nothing about the Iluvauromeni is particularly 'normal'.

The five people who step out at >location to be edited in after Malkavon's next post< emphasize the point. Two appear to be guards - dressed in full body armour. They do not wear helmets. They also do not appear particularly friendly - even with those beautiful amber eyes that all five delegates appear to have.

Tall and elegant - with a faint echo of a point to their ears - the three women and two men all share certain key characteristics. First, none of them is technically ugly to look at. And only one of them is staggeringly beautiful...

'Ambassador' Sarah smiled faintly. As usual, she would not bother to tell her hosts that she was not, in fact, organic. That was besides the point. And further, it was a personal joy that she was designed so well - and had integrated so well into her society - that people simply did not notice unless they checked via artificial means. Such as a body scan.

Her avatar - body - was like those of the others. Except she had the long, luxurious black hair that went with her assumed name. Sarah ux-Rihad - a name which was indeed registered as extant in Iluvauromeni documents and belonging to a fifty-two year old Nenya woman - would need the long hair, the soft hair that seems alive, the 'Royal Hair' as it was once known. The hair in the very style that once defined Empresses.

She was pleased with the new build. It replaced the old one, lost while... on active duty. She was also pleased with the guards assigned to her; two of the very highest ranking officers of the Imperial Palace Guard - and, she knew, also members of another, different guard.

"I greet thee with humility and peace," she says quietly, leaning into a faint bow with her head inclined precisely to the degree which would indicate provisional respect back home. "We are proud to be allowed to visit this land, and look forwards to sampling local cuisine in particular."

The other woman - wearing the same crisp white uniform that Sarah does - smiles and nods. "Especially the cheese."

King Malkavon stands atop the steps of the Palace in the Kingdom's Capitol, Tin-Ilith, dressed in a dark flowing robe which almost appears liquid. A tall, broad-shouldered man with dark eyes and rich, brown hair, he eminates an aura of confidence and almost otherworldly presence. He seems to be standing alone. As the envoy from the Iluvauromeni steps forth, he appears to glide down the steps to stop before the Ambassador, returning her bow and greeting her warmly.

"I would like to humbly welcome you to our small nation, Ambassador. On behalf of all my people, we are honoured that you would recognize us with your visit, and we hope that you will find your stay here comfortable and enriching. I must apologize for the lack of a reception for your arrival, but my Ministers are busy for the moment in managing an issue before the Parliament."

King Malkavon gestures up the steps to the Palace, "Please, this way. We have lunch prepared for you, if you are hungary. If not, then perhaps we can spend some time getting to know one another. I am very interested in learning about your people's culture."

A slight motion with one hand, and the guards are swiftly back in the vehicle. Sarah smiles warmly. "A most pleasing greeting, Your Majesty."

A glance, sideways. The other woman follows Sarah up the steps... but the third individual loiters, turning in slow circles. Almost as if... recording.

The two women do not stride swiftly, but they do, as women often do, stride in unison. Almost military unison, it might be noted. "Perhaps we might speak a little first, and then eat. Priorities are priorities, of course, and one should only eat in warm company. And what better to promote warmth than conversation?"

Now the male follows, arriving swiftly. "Your land is viewsome," he observes, softly. His accent is subtly different to that of the two women - with a deeper lilt. Not quite so musical.

The three remaining make ready to follow the King.