NationStates Jolt Archive

"The time comes when people must put aside their differences and achieve a common goal for the betterment of the world." -- Jainun Kalesi, first Supreme Chancellor of the Republic.

The tall, slim figure of a caramel-skinned man walked briskly through the halls of an elegantly designed mansion. His piercing blue eyes and jet black hair, styled in a pattern of spikes, were indeed stunning. Andir Rhodes, newly elected Supreme Chancellor, took his job and appearance seriously. Though polite, his brevity was something of talk among politicians and the like. Rhodes conducted every act with a determined sense of finality and force, one of the many reasons his leadership was trusted by the voters of Kayomo.

An aide was standing down the hall waiting, and before she could say anything, he spoke. "Bianca, do you have my notes," he asked in passing as she turned from her spot to catch up. "Of course, Chancellor, and I also have a meeting reserved with the Mayor of Kayo tomorrow morning," answered his rather firm personal assistant. A short, thin frame and green eyes were the least outstanding features of Bianca Lossen. Her bleached hair, short and chic, was certainly the talk of those who took regular notice of the intimidating aide. Blonde hair was not at all a natural occurrence for any Kayomi, and artificial coloring was so frowned upon by popular culture that very few people had it done. Bianca was an exception, a rule-breaker, a maverick in her league. Of course, that's why Rhodes chose her. She was different and daring.

They stopped suddenly at the massive French doors that looked out onto the lawn and drive. "Excellent. Where is my car?" As if on cue, a convoy of armored hydrogen cars with black tinted windows and steel rims silently pulled up the cobblestone circle driveway. An army of KISS agents (Kayomo Intelligence and Surveillance Service) exited the cars and promptly took guard positions, three of which walked up to the door to escort the Supreme Chancellor and his assistant to their vehicle. Rhodes spoke again, "I want the mayor to make sure that he understands I have a tight schedule. I'm not going to waste my time showering him with gratitude and compliments on his work for Kayo." Bianca, slightly affronted, shot him a dirty look. "Of course, I will tell him that you think there are better things to do than thank him for organizing a massive inaugural event in his city. Shall I also tell him to kiss your ass and eat your shit?" Rhodes cracked a faint smile. "You know what I mean. Just let him know I won't have very long to talk." Bianca shook her head and reached for the cell phone she always carried. As his personal assistant made the phone call, Andir Rhodes reviewed his notes and wished he had prepared more.

Upon arriving in the city, he was told that he would be greeted by members of the National Assembly and previous government to be congratulated and given an easy list of contacts in case he needed them. Advice was paramount to succeeding in marking his vision.

Rhodes was not elected on a platform of the continuation of good policies, he was elected because he stood to represent change. Rhodes made it a point in every speech to mention the "global community" and "international markets", condemning what he called a sad case of "forced self-isolationism" which, in his opinion, had prevented Kayomo from fulfilling its full potential as a nation, culture, and people. Voters agreed, and he was elected by a 58-42 percent margin. It was the largest margin of victory for a Supreme Chancellor in sixty years, or six terms prior.

So, in direct recognition of this stark change in foreign policy, Rhodes desired to have foreign dignitaries meet him following his meeting with legislators. It was a move that proved to be immensely popular. After all, when is a better time to create international friends and contacts than when you're getting sworn in as Supreme Chancellor? In another move, Andir Rhodes decided that the "State Ball" that was traditionally held the night after the inauguration was to be canceled. In its place, there would be the "Inaugural Ball" where foreign dignitaries and domestic statesmen and women alike could meet and be merry. No invitations had been sent per se, but notices were released worldwide per private media companies that held stock or holdings in foreign nations. In so many ways, Kayomo was receiving nothing but surprises.
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OOC: Hi all, I just wanted to try to start things off in a very open way. Here's a little background information.

Official Name: The Republic of Kayomo
Capital: Kayo
Government Type: Republican Democracy

Head of State: Supreme Chancellor Andir Rhodes (Social-Liberal)
Duties: Ensures that the President does his or her job correctly, is top executive of the nation, has ultimate control over who's in the Cabinet, acts as Commander-in-Chief, is popularly elected to ten-year terms, acts as a representative to foreign nations, may sign treaties with two-thirds majority support of the National Assembly.

Head of Government: President Carena Minos (Social-Liberal)
Duties: Acts as a connection between the legislative and executive branches, nominates a Cabinet to be approved by the upper house of the National Assembly (the Republican Council) and further approved by the Supreme Chancellor, is elected to five-year terms by a majority vote of the National Assembly.

Geography: Kayomo is a fairly tropical nation with up to 4,000 miles of coastline and lush plains and mountains. Kayo itself is located upon Vona Bay, a large and beautiful inlet surrounded by beautiful hills. Kayo itself rests upon a plain but surrounding the city are small mountain chains where quaint villages and the Supreme Chancellor's residence lay.

Important information: The people of Kayomo trace their roots back tens of thousands of years. It is not quite clear where the first natives came from, but it is quite clear from records that elves landed on the Kayomi shores many thousands of years ago. The documents indicate a mass exodus from a mystical land, but no other information is given. What is debated now is whether the elves chose eventually to interbreed with the local tribes, until the point came when cross-breeding had reached such a level that it was unlikely that any Kayomi was not touched by elven blood, or whether the elves just stopped and left. Some use physical and physiological clues to suggest elven ancestry, others argue that such oddities do not mean Kayomi are descended from elves. S let this be clear: Kayomi are not elves, but they do carry some interesting characteristics. In appearance, they are human. Their eccentric physical features are noted in the color of their hair, which is often black, and eyes, which are most often bright blue or green, and distinctly arched brows. Pointing of the ears is a very, very rare but noted occurrence, and nearly every Kayomi has skin color of a general shade of caramel. Kayomi have extended lifespans, the average being 120 years. They also have heightened immunity to disease and an unnatural connection with the natural and subconscious world.

Kayomi are a modest, reserved people. They are not the most fun, but are easily amused. Kayomi can provide enjoyable conversation and their loyalty to friends is unwavering. They are hard to anger and easy to please, but should any lines be crossed, they are unforgiving and very vengeful. Kayomi are also noted alcoholics. This should not be underestimated.

If you have any further questions, just telegram me. I hope to see plenty of people join in!

Belysning Hall
Järten Prime, Lorkhan

The greatest power to rule over Lorkhan in over three hundred years sat relaxing in his personal chambers. Though he had taken a break from the typical early morning procedures that came with running a country, Tiber Valias had interrupted his own day of meditation to keep himself informed on the dealings of the outside world.

The steps that he took to break from Lorkhan's long period of solitude and remove the blinding veil from the world were daring. Many in the National Social Security Commiteee weren't exactly jumping up out of their seats to embrace the choice, but Valias had known better than they what was best for the future of the nation. In truth, he had always known what was best for the NSSC as well. If it weren't for him the coalition would have been slaughtered to every last man seventeen years ago and the aristocrats would still be plunging Lorkhan into debts that could never be paid.

Most of the information was of no interest to him. News agencies transmitted information about the war in Gens Romae, and the Miroxian's were exchanging bullets with a small nation called Datium.

"Pathetic." Valias sneered under his breath. It was a choice word for most countries. So many eager to go to war, and yet so few still knew the true glory of combat. "So pathetic."

He waved his hand, motioning to signal the small detector just below the screen to turn the television off. It didn't and that was not too uncommon. Sometimes something was blocking the motion sensor. Rather then make another attempt he sat up to turn it off the 'old fashioned way', but a short announcement on the bottom ticker caught his eye and deterred him from his own objective.

Another nation, much like Lorkhan, was beginning it's steps to approach the outside world. Though the nation was small and Valias was ignorant of their devotions and roots, he was interested in the possibility of allying with this land for his own benefit at least. After all, the nation did apply to Project New Crop's para-meters and the project had not yet been truly tested.

Valias sat back in his recliner and flipped open a communications panel hidden in the right arm rest. With the flip of a switch a telemonitor buzzed to life revealing the face of a beautiful blue eyed blond woman.

"Good morning, Grand Nasier." she said graciously. She did not seem to show any sign that she was concerned or even noticed that the Nasier was unclothed, but he knew she did. The two were frequently more than just co-workers. "I'm surprised you called. I was expecting you to be in prayer."

"Doro, I want all the information you can gather on the The Republic of Kayomo." He told her, avoiding pointless chit-chat and cutting straight to the chase. "They are a nation seeking partnership with the outside world and they apply to Project New Crop's parameters."

Again the woman flinched at the name once again. He noticed but said nothing about it.

"Of course. Shall I send a dignitary to their nation to meet with the country's leaders?"

The Nasier paused for a moment and sank into contemplation, rubbing the stubble on his chin as he always did in these moments of calculating thought.

"I will be sending you." He decided. "I want everything I need by noon. I will be sending you and three OCULMAGT agents. Your flight leaves this evening."

He flicked the switch into the off position and the telemonitor sank back into his chair. Again he waved for the television to turn off and this time it responded to his command. He would need more guidance from the gods and he demanded absolutely concentration. Plans were unfolding and the fate of a new Empire without senators and legislation was looming overhead. A new Empire that would beckon a blessed emperor to rule it.

Montecrestese Castle
Stroppiana, Union Territories

"Good morning, your highness," Diana Martone greeted the Queen Mother as she entered her office.
"Good morning to you too," Queen Mother Charlotte II replied to her secretary/assistant, looking over at the tall stack of papers on Martone's desk. "What is for today?"
"There is a war -"

The Queen rolled her eyes as she sat on her chair. "As if there's a day without one. Let's skip those, I'm sure Prime Minister Cortanella (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Marianna_Cortanella) would not drag us into any of those."

"We've just recently established diplomatic relations with Kampfers (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12944981&postcount=88), and that the furor over the King's nude pictures (http://z1.invisionfree.com/forums/theSPacific/index.php?showtopic=7467) isn't yet over..."
"What? They're still talking about it?"
"Well, you know how the Nord-Brutlandese love the King," Martone said sarcastically.

The Queen chuckled, though she wasn't amused at how her son was treated in the publications. But then, she knew that the Nord-Brutlandese do love their King, with or (seemingly) without clothes.

"And, your highness, Foreign Minister di Sint'Brullizio would like to ask if we could send a representative to an "Inaugural Ball" in Kayomo. Deputy Foreign Minister Carlo Tirone l'Anza will go, and he said that if someone in the royal family would come, it would be better."
"You know I'm too old for those... but tell me more."
"Well, the Republic of Kayomo recently elected a Supreme Chancellor, Andir Rhodes, and His Excellency wanted to have a gathering where foreign dignitaries and domestic statesmen and women alike could meet. I heard that they would like to open their country to the world."
"Much like what we are trying to do... But where is Kayomo?"
"Kayomo is over in The West Pacific."
"Well, great! Tell Foreign Minister di Sint'Brullizio that we would be sending a representative. It's great when we get to establish relations with a fellow Pacific nation."
"So, your Highness, you will be attending?"
"Not me," the Queen said. "I told you, I'm too old for those stuff."
Diana did not challenge the Queen's decision. She knows that at forty-five, the Queen can still attend formal gatherings. "Would the King (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Kyle_II_of_Brutland_and_Norden) come?"
"I don't think Kyle can go," the Queen answered. "He's busy in military school - "

A loud blast of Nord-Brutlandese rock music reverberated in the hallway. In an instant they knew who it was - Prince Bryce, second in line to the throne and an avid fan of rock music, just like his older brother, the King. And they knew that he's coming, as the sound becomes louder and louder.

"Mom?" He entered the door without knocking, carrying a portable music player that spat out loud music. He was not in princely clothes, but rather in a get-up that looked like that of a rock star -blond spiky hair, dark clothes, and the accessories, sans tattoos and piercings. (He knew that tattoos and piercings are a no-no for a prince of Brutland and Norden. He distinctly remembered the time when his older brother Kyle got a good lickin' when he got his left ear pierced.)

The Queen gave the Prince a stern look. She is beginning to use that look more often when dealing with her teenage royal children. "Where are you going, young man?"

"Oh, nowhere," the sixteen year-old Prince answered. He walked towards his mother. "Just wanting to greet a good morning, and" - he took out something from his pocket and gave it to his mother - "happy mother's day!"

The Queen was torn between happiness, excitement, and confusion.

"Today isn't mother's day, your highness," Diana reminded the Prince.
"I know," the Prince said. "But Kyle and I and my sisters wanted to give something to mother, so..." He switched off the loud music. "Gotta go. Need to do some princely duties." He then winked at his mother, and then left.

"Well, we can always send Bryce," the Queen said with a smile.

In the Domor Callo, or grand palace in Faxanavian, Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick reclined in his lavish chair, and wished that, just for once, the main export of the allied states didn't have to be mud farming. The reason: Grand Secretary Columbo was just finishing a promising report on exactly how much mud they had exported this year (too much) and next year's forcast (not enough). He surveyed the room: a vast, circular meeting room, dominated by a polished steel table, with many ancient maps adorning the walls. Seated around this table were the four representatives who, along with himself, made up the leadership of the Allied States. Grand Secretary Columbo, leader of Printernavia, finished his report, and Arch-chancellor Belevor of Bolshkov stood. He turned, and addressed the table. "It has coem to the attention of my offices that a new nation has made itself apparent. Kayomo, a smaller nation in the South Pacific, seems to wish to hold a "meet-&-greet" with other countries.We have been asked to attend, and I feel we should, as it is nothing if not good PR for such an up and coming country as ourselves to be making allies." "But who shall go?" intoned High Counselor Belek of Romus. "Who shall we send?" " that is simple enough, High Counselor. I shall go." Came a voice from the end of the table. It was, of course, Ivanksy. "besides," he thought, "I really could do with a get away, and who knows who I'll meet at the ball..."
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Quick info:
The Allied States of Faxanavia are composed of five united countries formed into one : Faxanavia, Printernavia, Bolshkov, and the twin islands Remulus and Romus.

OOC: Sorry guys, I'm trying to wait for more posts from others before I respond. Regardless of how many I get I'll definitely post something Friday evening.

A shadow fell on Kayo, the vast and angular form of a Menelmacari gravitic destroyer passing well above the city. The Gilthoniel was the personal ship of Lady Sirithil nos Fëanor, Elentári of Menelmacar, and was bringing her and her husband Ranisath, Emperor of the C'tan, to Kayomo.

The invitation had certainly caught the Lady's interest; there had been a privately-organized colony expedition sent out from Menelmacar in this general direction long ago, and it had not been heard from in many centuries. The fractal nature of reality being what it was, nations vanished and appeared all the time, and it would certainly be of great interest to Menelmacar to achieve such a reunion, even if the colonists - or more accurately, their descendants - opted not to rejoin the empire. From what the Menelmacari knew of Kayomo, their separation from Menelmacar had not impeded their social development, and there appeared to be a healthy economy and leadership with an idea of how to keep it that way.

"Not so different from home," Sirithil commented, gazing out the wide windows of her stateroom at the mountainous tropical coastline. "It is a good land; I am sure they will be good people as well." Her husband simply nodded, his arms wrapped around her from behind, he leaned over her shoulder and gave a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Gilthoniel passed over the city - giving the population quite the show of her elegant void-black, sun-gold, and blood-red hull - and across part of Vona Bay as well, making for a pier of the city's port that had been cleared for her. This was easier than approaching the airport; the size of the ship made finding room on the tarmac there unlikely at best, especially with this being near the peak hours of the day for air travel. So instead Gilthoniel settled over the pier, making a stately turn to starboard in midair as she descended, so as to be arranged prow towards the sea - and more importantly, with her boarding ramp oriented to the pier instead of open water.

The armored hydrogen car sped along country roads that were eerily devoid of any traffic save the convoy, an obvious and natural security precaution that had been in effect for decades. The ride was mostly quiet. Bianca checked her datapad repeatedly, dragging boxes and times to arrange future schedules. She also cleared some, uploading those to her phone so she could call and make the proper cancellations. "Sir?" Andir continued to stare out of the window, admiring the lush greenery. "Yes, Bianca?" "I've had to cancel your meeting with the Educational Affairs Director next week due to a conflict of time interest. Would you like me to reschedule?" Andir nodded, "Yes, please, and send my apologies. Also check to see how many foreign dignitaries are expected to arrive in the city at the moment." Bianca shook her head and got on the phone.

Never gives me a break, ever, the testy aide thought to herself. As the phone rang, she got in contact with a lead organizer. "This is Numazo." "Hello, this is Bianca Lossen, personal assistant to the Supreme Chancellor. Chancellor Rhodes requests to know the number of foreign dignitaries that are expecting him." The person that answered the phone seemed a bit more tense. "Ah, yes. Er, one moment." Bianca turned to look at Andir to roll her eyes. He simply smiled and looked at his hands in lap, as if in mild interest. The man's voice returned. "Ms. Lossen, I don't have an exact number, but we know of at least four that are either arriving or due to arrive. We've been told that one dignitary will be arriving at the Port of Lazaar and will need transportation from there." Bianca nodded, "Of course, that can be arranged." "Ah, but, er..Madam, the Empire of Menelmacar is arriving that way and they have requested a personal audience at the port." An eyebrow shot up. She turned to look at the Chancellor. "A personal audience with the dignitaries of Menelmacar?" Andir looked at her quizically. He stifled a grin. Surely this would send Bianca into a raging fit about how the schedule was completely thrown off track.

Andir gave her a nod, and she coldly replied to Numazo. "Of course. That will be promptly arranged. Send me the ETA via email." She gave him her email address and said goodbye. "Honestly, Andir. Honestly. Why can't they meet us with everyone else? As if they're so special!" Rhodes simply smiled. "I'll have you know, my dear, they truly are. The Noldorin Empire has long been a figure in elven history, one of the most powerful such nations in the world. I am very honored that the Menelmacari have requested a personal audience." Bianca scoffed as she violently moved boxes and erased meetings on the datapad. "You'll have to cancel your meeting with the mayor. Such a disappointment that will be." Andir laughed, ignoring the dirty look she shot him. "Seriously. These people are amazingly arrogant or have something important to tell you. I'm going with arrogant," she snapped. "Bianca, you learn quickly. The Menelmacari are known for their er, extravagance, but I doubt they would request an audience if it weren't important. Have you arranged transportation yet?" "Oh, damn!" Bianca hurriedly got on the phone with a convoy driver to inform them of the situation. After she hung up, she informed Rhodes that there were three other foreign representatives waiting in the designated room of the National Assembly.

Andir was honeslty disappointed. He'd hoped for a larger audience but had to admit that the Menelmacari coming was as good as having ten.

The foreign dignitaries, who would arrive either by sea or air, were to be picked up upon notification of their status, and transported to the National Assembly, where they would wait in the Room of Benevolence, where hung many ancient paintings and decorative items from the past. It was a large, oval room with obsidian floors and limestone walls, speckled with stars of silver and gold. An ancient statue of a tall, slim elf in the center dominated the room and impressed upon visitors the great sanctity with which Kayomi held the past.

The Supreme Chancellor's convoy was nearing the Port of Lazaar, already cleared of all traffic and patrolled by at least six military helicopters. When the Menelmacari vessel came into view, the helicopters quickly made way to allow it room to settle. As the convoy pulled up, the vessel settled by the pier. Rhodes stood, and made way to exit his car…

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Back at the National Assembly in the lobby, members of the previous government and current government chatted cordially, patiently awaitng the arrival of the Supreme Chancellor. In the Senate and Republican Council, members of the legislature also carried on polite conversation, mostly planning for future bills and speculating what direction the country might be taking. Recently elected President Carena Minos was wrapping up a conversation to go in the lobby to wait with the rest of the government. Her popularity was high. She had been the first choice of 70% of the National Assembly, and thereby won without having to face a runoff election. It was also interesting that the Kayomi Social-Liberal Party managed to take charge, sweeping both houses of the National Assembly and both the Presidency and Chancellorship. There was a general yearning for cheap, imported goods and the Social-Liberals ran on a platform of internationalism and free trade. It was largely why the won the election, and they knew it. The Kayomi Social-Democratic Party, although not in an official coalition with Social-Liberals, were unlikely to vote with the Workers' Party or the Conservative Moralists, the two other major parties in the legislature. The Earth Liberation Movement (ELM) and Kayomi Elven Advancement Party (KEAP) were minor parties in the National Assembly, and only performed well in the most rural and eccentric areas of Kayomo.

Carena Minos, a rather short darker-skinned woman with dark blue eyes, was very jubilant and that made the President very likable. She smiled and laughed at any joke, and had a very good habit of remembering names. "Alright, well I hate to stop you short, Abuiran, but you know they're waiting for me in the entrance hall," she said apologetically to a Social-Democrat senator. Carena said goodbye and briskly walked out the Senate, down the marble hallway, opened another large, oak door and came into the wide and pleasant entrance hall. Seeing about two dozen men and women standing around, as well as a small procession of foreigners walking into the Room of Benevolence, she felt it safe to assume the Supreme Chancellor had not yet arrived.

Ëdo Kasul, former Supreme Chancellor for the past twenty years, smiled and bent as low as his old frame could go. "My dear," he almost whispered, "it is a pleasure to see you at last. I wish you a hearty congratulations." Carena bowed in return. "Thank you, Statesman, and I hope you are feeling well." He gave a crooked smile. "As well as an old geezer can feel. His Excellency will be later than expected. Apparently a foreign nation has docked at one of the local ports and he is meeting a dignitary personally." She cocked an eyebrow. "Oh? That's odd." The look they shared indicated a mutual feeling. "Yes, but surely there is something of importance to be had from this...unorthodox...occurrence. I know His Excellency enough to believe that he would not keep us waiting just to please an outsider." Though he said the words, the sincerity of them was hanging in the air and it was plain to anyone who heard it.

"Ah, well, more time to mingle," chirped the ever-optimistic Carena. And mingle they did, noting a large, ominous vessel that floated over the city going in the direction of Vona Bay. They knew, then, that the Menelmacari were landing.

OOC: You guys can just assume you've been picked up and transported. The next post is when Rhodes will meet your dignitaries. So until then if you'd like to just sort mingle and such, that'd be fine.

If you have any questions just TG me.

Oh, and it’s still not too late to join in if you haven’t yet! :)

The Joining Swans, the private aero shuttle of Lady Doro of Lorkhan’s Foreign Affairs Ministries, flew into the national airport of Kayomo, it’s personnel delivering their rights to passage and business in the nation to the air traffic control authorities before landing. Upon touching ground and making their way out of the moderately sized airport Doro and her entourage reported to the proper officials to notify of their arrival.

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“Kayomi.” Doro snapped to a well dressed officer patroling the airport’s many lobbies. “I am Lady Doro, Priestess of the Odrani, Ordinator of the Vanir, and Minister of Foreign Affairs for the People’s Nationalist Republic of Lorkhan.”

The woman knew that the officer could care less about most of the titles, and would likely only respond to the most latter of her labels. She felt a certain sense of pride and superiority flow through her when she mentioned this, and regardless of the man’s potential station within Kayomo‘s civil structure, she firmly believed her own positions gave her superiority over the man.

“Yes...” The officer responded as he looked at the strikingly beautiful blonde hair and blue eyed woman, along with her small group of followers. He was briefly distracted by her grace, but a quick glance from the woman’s sole body guard had shaken the officer back to the strict boundaries of formality.

“Of course, we were made aware upon your landing. I shall hurry to alert my superiors immediately.“ The man continued. “An associate will be here shortly to pick you all up and bring you to the National Assembly where the other dignitaries await.”

“That will not be necessary.” Doro objected. “We are traditionally independent in our dealings with other nation. We like to clarify to our hosts that they need not humble themselves with favors, for it is our own choice to initiate diplomacy and we will reinforce that choice with our own efforts.”

The man stared for a moment at the woman without speaking. This time his pause was out of confusion. It was no surprise to Doro.

“I require a means to acquire two vehicles large enough to accommodate myself and my six associates. I also require a location fitting for us to make rest this evening, so that my staff whose presence at the National Assembly is unnecessary, may have themselves a place to stay.”

The officer nodded and went through the proper channels to acquire the objects of her requests. After about fifteen minutes the group was ushered to their transports, and the two vehicles split up with one destined to the nearby five star hotel and the other with Doro, two of her ‘diplomatic associates‘, and her personal guard Kestr, heading to the National Assembly.

Once they arrived they were guided quickly to the Room of Benevolence, passing by and ignoring each of the several groups of civil officials that had gathered there. The gathering’s ushers helped them into the Room of Benevolence. Doro’s gaze darted from one elaborate painting to another, but finally locked on to one target at the other end of the room. It was a massive statue built of an unknown substance that portrayed the mythological elves of old.

“This is why we have come here Kestr.” Doro whispered to her defender. “Allow yourself the time to revel in the beauty of the Vanir’s chosen. I insist.”


((OOC: I retconned their arrival so that they showed up before the Menelmacar appeared.))

OOC: I've sent TGs to Faxanavia and Brutland and Norden notifying them of my post.

Remember people, it's not too late to jump in if you haven't already! :)

The Prime Minister entered the hall with an air of determination about him. At least, it appeared to be an air of determination. In fact, he was running through a check list of the contents of the satchel he carried at his side. "Underwear, check. Laptop, check. Trade reports, check. Poison caplets, check." (no worries- all faxanavian dignitaries are required to carry poison caplets should they be abducterd and questioned about national security. He stopped to stare around the grand hall, then located one of the many attendants standing. He strolled up to the man and asked, "Good sir, could you tell me where my lodgings are to be? I am the Prime Minister, just arrived from Faxanavia."

The Midlonians had arrived by air, the diplomatic version of the Avensis was comfortable for the needs of the usually small Midlonian Economic and Diplomatic Corps groups that were typically dispatched.

The GKM had decided that Dyer needed a little break after his stints in various things like the Neutrality Conference before the outbreak of war and had thus dispatched him to Kaymono to simply oversee matters and perhaps wrangle some business ties and an embassy spot. A decent Embassy spot.

The Midlonians remained as unique as they ever did and, as always required, two cars had travelled with them, both Austin “Super” Seven’s. Armoured with wider tires and a much more powerful engine than their “Civilian” Counterpart the Austin Seven and Twenty Seven, they had sounded positively deafening when compared to the relative and unnerving silence (To the Midlonians) of the Kaymono’s Hydrogen cars. Of course this had made heads turn, and the dark navy blue contrasted well with the red Midlonian flags on the front of each vehicle which followed the silent hydrogen car.

This combined with the Menelmacari Destroyer that had flown over as they landed must have been giving the Kaymonon population a sight and a day to remember.
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Daniel Dyer was ageing, he walked a little hobbled when not around functions and often used a stylish silver and black cane with a dove on the top. His grey hair was finally beginning to fall out and his glasses were thicker than ever. Bratcher too, was beginning to go grey, just whisps at the moment. He was as ever resolute and stood two steps back and one to the right of Dyer as they made their way into the hall.

“Right, so, what’s this about again?” Quizzed Dyer as he scratched an eyebrow with a bony finger.

“Relations establishing thing in the form of a party I believe.” muttered Bratcher as he took in the room and it’s security.

“Right, right.” muttered Dyer as he beckoned a waiter over and took a glass that was offered and sipped. “Champagne’s not too bad.” he commented as he scanned the room.

Deputy Foreign Minister Carlo Tirone l'Anza knocked on the door of the Prince's personal suite soon after the plane handed. The door was promptly opened by a half-dressed Prince, who was still putting his tie on.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry - "
"No, it's fine, Mr. l'Anza," Prince Bryce said as he adjusted the knot on the tie. "What is it?"
"I think we are here."
"Oh," the Prince muttered. "I'll be fast."
"Yes, your Highness. I shall go - "
"No Mr. l'Anza. I ask you to stay." The Prince then stood in front of a mirror and heaped up his blond hair into a disorganized mass of spikes. "You know that this is my first time outside Brutland and Norden..."
"Yes, Your Highness," Carlo replied as he closed the door.
"What do you think should I do?"
"I don't understand your question, Your Highness - "
Prince Bryce shot the Deputy Foreign Minister a sideways look. "Quit calling me 'Your Highness'." He smiled a bit, and then returned to further arranging the disorganization of the spikes on his hair. "I know that's the formal term you should use, but I insist that you just call me Bryce whenever we aren't in public. You can just treat me as your son if you'd like to."
"But I'm not that old to be your father."
The Prince walked over to the closet and took out his coat. "Well, whatever. What do you think I should do or need to know?"
"Well, we are representing Brutland and Norden, so - "
"- so anything that I do would reflect on my country," the Prince chuckled a bit. "That's what Mom told me. I know, I'm not that princely, but I don't make trouble. You see, Mom didn't even have to send any of the castle personnel over with us."
That's because the Queen asked me to look over you, l'Anza silently thought, but really, it's an honor to escort the prince of Brutland and Norden. Just watch him close enough so he won't drink alcohol.
The Prince finished a few other things after he put on his coat. "So are we going now?
"Yes, You High-"
The Prince's eyes widened.
"Yes Bryce," l'Anza said, blushing.
The Prince laughed. "Well, you know where we are going?"
"I don't think so," l'Anza said sheepishly, "but we will arrive there."
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The Nord-Brutlandese delegation finally arrived at the place after being stuck and lost in the streets of Kayo for more than two hours. L'Anza thought that the Prince was going to kill him for the mess he'd created, but His Highness just kept on listening to his rock music, occasionally asking some questions and regaling him with some stories of a typical sixteen-year-old adolescent, albeit with a royal twist.

As Carlo entered the hall and saw the place and the people, he suddenly grew apprehensive. Damn, I think I am ill-equipped for these things... I don't know what to do!

Peter Castle stretched and yawned as the Questarian aircraft's wheels sparked and hit the ground, bringing the mass of light metal to a slow halt. Sunrays bounced off the hasty paintjob of the aircraft, reflecting around the bad job the crew had done when painting over the large 'ARMY' insignia. Nevertheless, they had better things to be doing, and the new markings sufficed for the task at hand. Gulping down a last singapore sling before he left the plane (Castle absolutely insisted on it), Castle unfolded his sunglasses and slipped them on casually while waiting for a taxi. Taking a cigarette pack from his inner pockets, Castle flipped open his lighter and stuck the cigarette in his mouth. Before he could light it up, his eyes scanned the floor around him. Huh? The whole tarmac was shadowed over. Looking up, he let the cigarette fall out of his mouth as the sleek Menelmacari gravitic destroyer passed over the airfield. What the fuck is that?

It didn't take long for the taxi to pick him up and arrive at wherever it was supposed to arrive. Passing the driver a few selectly chosen notes, Castle waved him off, and looked up at the National Assembly. Quite impressive he thought, even if he did disdain the idea of a republic and everything it brought. He took the crumpled orders note from his pocket one last time and took it in again. The small print read only make friends. Simple enough order, he supposed. Sighing briefly, he strolled into the room and taking note of his surroundings, and finally into the Room of Benevolence.

Aw hell no. He moaned inside as he watched the two Midlonians stand around and take a glass of champagne. Not that idiot. His brain said to itself as he glared into the back of Dyers head. Oh well, time to make an entrance.

He strolled up with the confident air of a Questarian diplomat behind Dyers and patted him on the back rather heavily. "Looking good there Dyers. Glad to see those years haven't done much to you." He said nonchalantly. "See you later." He slipped off his sunglasses and walked off, waving off a waiter.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs had sent the necessary papers, and informed the Kayomi officials that Her Royal Highness Princess Ameria Wasterin (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Ameria_Wasterin), sister to Crown Prince Regent Damoen Wasterin, and Lady High Chancellor (chief diplomatic officer of state) would be attending the Inaugural Ball.

The first plane to arrive which had left the Aerionian capital of Astevane was a plain gray Takares Heavy Cargo Lifter, 248 feet in length, it carried the black Adinas Star Coach sedan and escort motorcycles of the Princess as well as security detail. The cargo crew quickly unloaded the sedan and escort motorcycles, as the Royal Guard mounted the motorcycles and the Princess's chauffeur entered the sedan.

The second plane which arrived some time later was the Princess's official jet, a customized Takares Business Jet. The 130 foot luxury jet was well equipped with luxury amenities, including a full sized luxury suite with bath tub for the Princess.

After the Takares Business Jet came to a landing, the Princess's Handmaiden and personal stylist helped her prepare. Princess Ameria stood in the luxury suite, frowning slightly as her Handmaiden was taking a bit to adjust her dress for the occasion, perhaps due to jet lag. The Princess was somewhat cold to her staff at times, and was known to communicate through vile glances. This would not be the air she presented to those at the ball at all, however.

Her Traveling Private Secretary knocked on the door, "Your Highness, we have landed and your car is prepared."

The private secretary quickly briefed her on the nation, and what had been learned briefly though the Country Profile though the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had a brief profile on the nation.

The Princess stepped down the stairs of the plane wearing an elegant shimmering golden sequined dress, with an golden light scarf drape across her shoulder. She was accompanied behind her by her Lady-in-Waiting, dressed in a dark more simple black dress, and her Royal Guard Captain Daerin, an very handsome African-Aerionian man.

She entered her familiar black Adinas Star Coach sedan, which flew on one side the flag of Aerion, and on the other side her Personal Standard bearing her crest. Her Lady-in-Waiting sat within, as well as the Royal Guard Captain sat in the front seat.

The Princess's convoy winded through the streets, the chauffeur being guided by the built-in GPS if maps were available into the flatscreen in the front dash of the Adinas Star Coach. The motorcycles rode by Royal Guards escorted in front of the vehicle.

As they pulled in front of the appropriate entrance of the National Assembly, the cars came to a stop, and the Princess stepped out of the vehicle along with her Lady-in-Waiting. Her golden sequined dress shimmered as she stepped into the Room of Benevolence. She did not really notice the beauty of the room, having become jaded to grand architecture after visiting numerous nations, and having lived in the Royal Palace in Astevane. She just stepped in, and surveyed her surroundings.

He strolled up with the confident air of a Questarian diplomat behind Dyers and patted him on the back rather heavily. "Looking good there Dyers. Glad to see those years haven't done much to you." He said nonchalantly. "See you later." He slipped off his sunglasses and walked off, waving off a waiter.

"Same to you Castle." Cheerily called Dyers as the Questarian zoomed off, before muttering. "You arrogant little prick."

Bratcher leered at the Questarian as he moved swiftly off and reached into his jacket for a second before removing a cigar and lighting it.

"Bastardly MIRA* didn't warn us of the Questarians coming." muttered Dyer as he straightened himself out slightly and looked around the room.

"I do beleive the war-effort is putting the strain on their ample resources." commented Bratcher idly.

"Mmm. Still, I suppose we should talk to someone, it's a bit like a grave in here..." Dyer tapped his walking cane on the ground a few times, it had a large rubber stop on the end, was jet black and had a large silver dove-handle.

Spotting the Brutland and Norden delegation, Dyer made his way over and addressed Carlo with a curt bow.

"Good afternoon, lovely ball isn't it? My name is Daniel Dyer, Diplomatic Envoy from the Greater Kindom of Midlonia, and this is my assistant Mr Bratcher. I am sorry, but we didn't catch your names when they were announced earlier. You are from Brutland, correct?"

It had been, in fact, Lady Doro and her associates that Carena Minos watched filing into the room, and they'd been the first to arrive. The entrance hall of the National Assembly was buzzing with gossip amongst the top members of government, and each time another delegation walked through, there were some stares, but mostly just the usual talk. It was the second delegation that proved to be the test of Kayomi hospitality.

A foreigner, who appeared rather businesslike, greeted Ëdo Kasul rather warmly. "Good sir, could you tell me where my lodgings are to be? I am the Prime Minister, just arrived from Faxanavia." Kasul, rarely having met people of non-Kayomi origin, simply smiled at the man and nodded. "Your lodgings will be arranged with the Supreme Chancellor, I'm afraid I'm not sure where you're to stay. However," and he pointed to the large door to the Room of Benevolence, "foreign delegations have been asked to wait beyond that door so that you may be granted a bit of down time before the Supreme Chancellor arrives." The Faxanavian thanked him, and Kasul simply bowed in Kayomi fashion. As the Faxanavian Prime Minister headed off, Carena Minos said, "Well, that was interesting. I didn't understand a word he said, but I'm glad you could speak his language." Ëdo waved away this compliment. "Bah, I am just a simple old man that had the fortune of learning English as a child. But, oh my, look at that monstrous beast of a car.."

The Midlonian delegation was visible from inside, and their loud and large vehicle was quite plain. A sort of furious silence washed over the lobby as the Kayomi government officials stared in bewilderment and, for some, offense. The Midlonians simply walked past consumed in their conversation without notice of the glaring eyes of many officials. "Right. That was unnecessary, if I may say so myself," muttered a stricken Ëdo.

The hip and young Prince of Brutland was greeted with amused reactions and somewhat of a positive atmosphere. Kayomi liked lightheartedness and youthful attitudes.

The delegate from Questers was noted to have appreciated Kayomi architecture and design, and this was firmly planted in the minds of the typically proud officials there. Although they knew not where this man came from, they would remember his face for future reference.

The Princess from Aerion simply stunned everyone in the room. Her beautiful gown caught the light easily and it was difficult to not gape at her wonderful choice of dress and style.

After all the delegates had arrived, it was announced that the Supreme Chancellor was finally on his way. This was welcomed with a generally uplifted mood.

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Andir Rhodes contemplated his brief meeting with the Elentari, and decided to put it in the back of his mind. As the convoy went forward to the National Assembly, he became nervous when he discovered that five delegations were already there. That made a total of six. He decided that this was a good number to work with, for he could be personable but not overly involved with everyone.

As his car reached the National Assembly, the Elentari's car in front of his was exited and she and her companions were directed to the Room of Benevolence. Waiting until the Menelmacari were no longer in the entrance hall, Andir Rhodes stepped out of his car with Bianca, both looking professional and clean. As he entered the hall, he smiled as the chatting stopped and he was barraged with congratulatory remarks and many bows and smiles. "Thank you, really, thank you. I hope that we will all be able to work together to create a better nation and society. Thank you," he said simply to the throng of retiring and newly-hired officials. It took about twenty minutes of idle conversation to get through the crowd, some name-taking and promises of future phone calls, and a few more congratulations before Rhodes could announce he was ready to enter the Room of Benevolence. The foreign guests were alerted so that they could line up and await his entrance.

Upon entering the room, Rhodes was quite pleased with the diversity of its guests. It was interesting to him, however, that only one or two seemed to come from democratic governments, and the rest were either obviously or seemingly members of monarchial or dictatorial regimes. Ignoring this, he extended a bow to each of them and introduced himself, one by one, "Good day, I am Andir Rhodes, Supreme Chancellor of the Kayomi Republic. May I ask from where you come and who you are so that I may know who to revere for your gracious presence in this nation?" Introductions were returned respectively by the leaders of delegations. Rhodes tried to not pick favorites, but took a natural liking to the delegate from Lorkhan, citing her confidence.

As he finished the introductions, he stepped back to address the group. "It is my pleasure to host you in Kayomo. As you may know, tomorrow night we will host the Inaugural Ball to which you are all invited. I am very thankful that you have all come, but I am sorry to say that today's meeting is limited by my busy schedule. I encourage you to speak with my staff about visitation arrangements such as stay in our grand Ulami Palace, if you have not already found accomodations. I have also instructed a select group of seasoned tour guides to be a personal companion to show you around the city. Or, if you wish, you may enjoy what Kayo has to offer on your own. I would personally recommend this. Kayomo has nothing to hide and I invite you to delve yourself into our culture, food, and customs. If you have any questions, please ask my staff. If you have something of a highly important nature, do not hesitate to contact me through my personal assistant, Bianca Lossen. Until tomorrow night, I bid you all farewell and wish you a wonderful stay. Remember, if you need anything, just say so!" With that, he smiled brightly and bowed, turning out of the room to go make his speech to the nation.

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OOC: Obviously, I went ahead and moved on with the post. Siri and I will play catch-up later, but the rest of you can do whatever you please. If you like you can arrange encounters with high-level cabinet officials or simple Kayomi. I'll play my part whatever you decide. I'm not going to post a speech, that'd be a little tedious, but I will post the general outline and agenda for the Rhodes administration.

The ball will begin in real-time in a week or so, possibly sooner if the situation permits. If you have any questions, just TG me! :)

The first elves to disembark from Gilthoniel were not, in fact, the Elentári or any of her entourage. Instead, they were Mornahossë, a pair of them, in elegant, segmented body armor in the shimmer-black of optical-camo-coated galvorn. They carried banners, long, streaming triangular flags on high staffs in the elven style, fitting them into holders at the base of the boarding ramp. One was an adaptation of the Menelmacari national flag, with its daggerstar, olive wreath and eagle.

The other was Sirithil's personal emblem, a traditional round Noldorin device in many colors, very presumptuous with its otherwise almost-unheard-of thirty-two points touching the rim - her father-in-law Finwë's star had had sixteen, and most elven lords and ladies of both ancient and modern times limited theirs to between four and eight.

The Elentári herself soon appeared, dressed resplendently in snow-white robes intricately embroidered with silver thread. On her brow was a circlet of mithril and diamonds, and her sword Dan'tharthad was at her side. Her husband was dressed similarly, and the rest of her entourage was also extravagantly appointed.

The gravship, of course, seemed vastly larger up close as Rhodes' motorcade arrived. Longer than a Nimitz-class surface carrier and twice as wide, Gilthoniel positively dwarved her esteemed passengers, but she could not overwhelm the Elentári's sheer presence. Along with her husband and entourage she approached the motorcade, stopping a short distance away.

As Rhodes stepped out of his car with his assistant, he was certainly amazed by the extravagance of the scene. Though expectant of some sort of grand entrance, it still sort of took his breath away. Gaining his posture, he walked towards the Elentári and stopped short, bowing low and long. Looking up, he said politely, "It is a pleasure to be in your presence, Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire, and I welcome you to Kayomo."

She spoke, her voice imperious, authoritative, yet with warmth as well. "The pleasure, I am sure, is all mine, Chancellor Rhodes; I suspect we are bound by common history, and such things always come full circle in time. Allow me to introduce my husband, Emperor Ranisath of the C'tan, and my Prefect of State, Túrelio nos Fingolfin."

Rhodes smiled and bowed respectively to the other two. "It is a joy to meet you as well. And our history is common? That is certainly curious, and a find that I feel we must jointly investigate. Do you suggest that Kayomi are descendant of the Noldor?" He almost said, "or vice versa," but determined that it would be best to allow his visitors to relish in a feeling of self-importance. A little pride never hurt, after all.

Siri smiles warmly. "Actually, I do; I suggest exactly that. I have brought with me some records to that effect, regarding a past colonization effort. As it turns out we're not entirely sure this is where they landed, but it seems the most likely place. But we can discuss that more at length, later."

Andir Rhodes was certainly flabbergasted, but tried to remain composed. Ancestral connections to Menelmacar would be a bombshell headline - perhaps even a dangerous one. He tried to suppress these ideas that came flooding forth, and smiled warmly. "Excellent. And yes, I do believe the rest are waiting for us at the National Assembly. I am honored to have personally greeted you into our nation, Elentári. Would it be appropriate for you to ride in transportation we have provided?"

"I would be honored," replied the Elentári with a smile. She glanced back up at Gilthoniel, and then over at the crowds inevitably gathering behind the cordon, trying to get a look at the ship and her passengers. "I am sure it is more than adequate, and I suspect my transportation has made enough of a statement already."

Rhodes laughed lightly. "Absolutely, but a wonderful statement! Come then, let us go." He led the Elentári and her companions to their car, bowing as he personally opened the door for them. "I hope your trip is delightful. If you need anything, just tell the driver. When we arrive, I will have an escort guide you to the correct place. Goodbye for now, m'lady!"

Siri gave him a little wave as she and her entourage bundled into the car (or cars) allotted to them, before the motorcade smoothly moved off again.

INAUGURATION DAY

After Supreme Chancellor Andir Rhodes left the Room of Benevolence he had a meet-and-greet with top lawmakers in the National Assembly to discuss policy matters and hopefully establish some common ground before things got rolling.

Rhodes said goodbye to them eventually and his motorcade traveled westward to the beach. The inauguration speech would be taking place at the Kayo Convention Center on a balcony overlooking Vona Bay. Kayomi made the speech a fairly informal and fun affair by lounging on the beach most of the afternoon. They also danced, swam, surfed, and sailed, enjoying the full benefits of a typical late summer day in Kayo. However, when the sunset came and went, Kayomi quickly brought out the alochol and partied the night away.

As they neared the convention center, Rhodes and Bianca Lossen made final changes to the speech that he'd prepared. When the motorcade stopped outside of the enormous glass, domed building, Andir noticed the bright afternoon sun combined with higher than usual humidity created a hazy atmosphere as the day's temperatures peaked. Exiting his black hydrogen car, the Supreme Chancellor noted the soft breeze coming off the ocean as he took a big breath of the salty air. Surfer music could be heard from a distance and he grinned. Andir loved this beach party culture that the Westside had to offer. The culture was even more extreme in Maiko Beach, a prime tourist destination about twenty minutes west on the peninsula that separates Vona Bay from the Atlantic Ocean. (OOC: Kayomo is in the region of Tareldanore, which rests in the South Atlantic. I'm sorry if this creates any confusion as it was different when I started this thread.)

Much fanfare erupted when Andir Rhodes stepped on the balcony facing the throng of hundreds of thousands, and he made his speech to the nation. It was fully televised and displayed on enormous LCD flatscreens spread throughout the city and along the beachfront. The crowd roared with approval throughout the speech and by the end of it all, the Supreme Chancellor cemented his popularity for some time to come among the populace.

FOREIGN POLICY AGENDA
CODENAME: THE RHODES DOCTRINE

PHASE I

1. Establish a foothold in the international community by means of trade blocs, free trade agreements, diplomatic bodies, intergovernmental seminars, foreign aid to other nations and other multilateral approaches to extend a friendly hand.

2. Create lasting friendships through international bodies to further the strength and prosperity of Kayomo.

3. Begin the process of evaluating multinational alliances to further Kayomi interests.

PHASE II

1. Strengthen unilateral friendships, bolster trade and economic agreeemnts, enter new unilateral alliances while supporting multilateral approaches to foreign affairs.

2. Actively engage with other nations on peacekeeping missions while avoiding war acting as a voice for reason and cooperation. Spread a message of peace and harmony.

3. Apply Kayomi power to defend the helpless and self-sufficient alike to further thwart forces that act against peace and prosperity. Use war as a last option in ALL circumstances.

The next day....

INAUGURAL BALL

The night sky was clear and full. Bright stars canvassed its black and everlasting shroud as a white, full moon shone high above. The Supreme Chancellor's mansion, surrounded by beautiful and secluded gardens of exotic plants and trees, was also brightly lit. One by one, the delegates and national officials were to arrive by way of the long, cobblestone drive that wound up to the entrance. Here the guests would be let out under the highly decorated pavilion that put on display all of the foreigners' national flags. The Kayomi flag was the largest and centered over the large oak doors through which the guests would enter. Once inside, they would experience a large, spacious hallway that extended about one hundred feet to the back. Its walls, decorated with modern and classical art, and its floor laid with obsidian blocks, were a sight to behold. At the end of the grand hall were a pair of French doors that opened to the lawn. The lawn and hallway bathrooms were the only places that guests were authorized to enter.

Once outside again, guests would find a scattering of small, circular tables dressed in silk cloths of a deep shade of red. Scented candles burned at each table obve a doughtnut-shaped ring of flowers and ivy. The seemingly enchanted place smelled wonderfully of honeysuckle. In the center of the makeshift area was a beautiful marble fountain that flowed with sparkling champagne. To the edge of the area was a small stage equally decorated as the tables with a dance floor placed in front of it. In the front center of the stage was a small glass podium and ice scupltures of dolphins graced the front two corners. Toward the rear was a group of classical performers being led by a composer to play comtemporary classical music hits in Kayomo. After the Supreme Chancellor was to make his welcoming speech, this group of performers would make way for popular music icons for the rest of the evening.

Several bars were scattered on edge of the dance area and sitting area to accomodate the needs of social drinkers and alcoholics alike. Secluded areas were further out, small little gardens of high bushes and trees with shallow pools lit beautifully to create a fully ambient atmosphere. What happened in these secluded zones, the Supreme Chancellor did not care so long as it was loud, rowdy, or did not endanger life.

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Andir Rhodes stood by his front door, waiting for Bianca Lossen to accompany him as he stood in waiting for guests to arrive. Most domestic guests were already on the lawn out back, talking amongst themselves and enjoying appetizers that were brought to tables. Bianca hurried over from the side of the mansion after getting off her phone. She continued to wear her wireless headset to accurately give the impression that she was hard at work even at a party.

Andir Rhodes' attire was professional but extravagant. Wearing a black suit, he flaired his attire by making it slightly shimmer in the light. A dark red tie graced his chest, and he adorned the breast pocket of his suit jacket with a small diamond white jaguar, the national animal of Kayomo. A ruby settled for the eye and it was rather exquisite in design. Bianca's attire was certainly elegant. Her champagne gown was sparkling with pink rhinestones that trailed along the side and up the front, connecting in a wavy sort of design. Her hair was rolled in a tight bun and her lips were coral pink. Deep black eyeliner and an equally coral shade of eyeshadow allowed her beautiful green eyes to stand out more than ever. A simple gold necklace inlaid with diamonds and gold hoop earrings were the only jewelry that she wore.

Bianca softly whispered to the Supreme Chancellor, "I told the Grand Avatar. He promised to keep the information secret from the rest of the Obi until you call a joint meeting. He should be arriving shortly." Andir had not shared the secret that the Menelmacari had offered to him with anyone except the President and other high-ranking government officials. He nodded and said, "Thank you, Bianca. Did he have any mention of the Heir?" Bianca nervously glanced at the Supreme Chancellor and nodded sharply. "Ah, so she is coming. I will inform the lady on her arrival," he said bitterly. Rhodes was not anticipating this meeting with glee due to the situation surrounding the Obi Illuminate's most respected priestess. His sour expression quickly changed when he saw headlights and smiled as the car came closer. With a cheerful appearance, he waited for the attendant to open the car door and beckoned the first foreign guest to come forward.
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OOC: It's party time! :)

The sleek black vehicle that approached the elegant mansion of the Supreme Chancellor, was in fact the personal escort of the priestess and diplomat of Lorkhan, Doro of Odrani.

"It is a fine home, isn't it Kestr?" she noted to her physically impressive driver and personal bodyguard. "Their plant life is wonderful to behold. Mr. Rhodes has taken great care in welcoming his guests to the beauty of his nation."

Kestr sighed, not making much of an effort to hide his indifference toward the local flora, as he longed for the land he had come from.

"They lack the wholesome feel of a simple fir, my lady. I doubt that any of these trees have ever been touched by the beauty of a fair snow. I couldn't look upon them with the same wonder as I do a towering green in the Aeor Highlands."

Doro shook her head. It was natural for Kestr to long for that which he was most familiar with, and shun anything that existed outside of his traditional custom. He was a Sjeljurndi, a clan of warrior people hailing from the north west of their native Lorkhan. The Odrani were more progressive as opposed to the conservative Sjeljurndi. They came to appreciate more than that which belonged to the northern reaches of the world. He would never understand the beauty of the world, and for that she wasn't sure if she should pity or appreciate him for his blind loyalty to 'home.'

"We are coming up to the guest entrance." she told him, noticing the wonderfully dressed figure of Mr. Andir Rhodes standing ready beside one of his assistance under a great pavilion. The structure was decorate with several flags, most noticeably that which belonged to the island of Kayomo, though Doro easily spotted the black and white Cloak of the Nord.

Kestr slowed the vehicle and came to a stop so that the hired on grounds attendant could open the door for the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Kestr wished to chauffeur the lady out himself, but direct orders from Doro convinced him otherwise. As he slid the car into park he opened the door and walked over to the passenger door where Doro waited and the attendant approached. This was simply to maximize his effectiveness had the attendant tried anything that would endanger the woman.

The attendant opened the door and waited for Doro to step out. She let her long slender legs touch onto the cobblestone path and lifted herself out with a helping hand from her protector. She was dressed in a dark outfit that was puritan in nature. Rather then a elegant gown or skirt, she wore a long black plain skirt with matching heels. The skirt met with a white gray sash belt that ran along her waist, and a dark shirt which was worn under an opened white coat. The dress coat was the only part of the outfit with any noticeable decoration, including several runic symbols and medals that hung from her right breast. Her long blond hair was tied up into a bun at the top, and had been weaved into several tails that hung down to just below her shoulders. Perhaps the most noticeable trait of her appearance was that she wore no make up to conceal the natural beauty of her slender face, save for the bare bit of dark eyeliner that perfectly rounded her ice blue eyes.

Kestr on the other hand wore a more militaristic style outfit that fitted his purpose as a guardian. The red armor of the Phalain Republic Guard had been modified to meet his custom requirements. A black cape hung from around his neck down to his knees, clasped together by a symbol of Oden's all seeing one eye. He carried a ceremonial short sword at his side, and though Doro suggested against it, Kestr argued that if the Kayomi wished to claim it he would do so without debate so long as it was returned.

"Good evening, Supreme Chancellor Rhodes." Doro said with a bright smile as she approached the host, taking a curtsy as she came upon him. "I am Lady Doro of the Odrani, representative of the Nationalist Republic and it's claims. It is a pleasure to be welcomed by your wonderful state, especially by a people rumored to have relations to the elven tribes my culture so highly reveres."

She spoke the words fluidly and filled with charm, making sure her beautiful eyes could have the best chance of penetrating the soul of the Supreme Chancellor, at best ensnaring him in her allure. Her introduction ended there, allowing the fine man to follow up with a gesture of his own.

Rhodes continued to smile as the two from Lorkhan exited the car. He appreciated Lady Doro's simple yet bold appearance, an ingenious collaboration on which he fully intended to praise her. In contrast, the diplomat's companion, Kestr, struck a nerve with the Supreme Chancellor. He fought to remind himself that people from different lands would have different customs, but to flaunt a weapon in the eyes of a host was considered an utmost disrespect in Kayomo. Giving the flashy guardian the benefit of the doubt, Rhodes pushed his agitation away.

As the lady curtsied, Andir Rhodes and his assistant both bowed. "And it is a pleasure to have you grace our lands, my lady. But yes, the debate rages on about our ancestry. The definitive proof lies in waiting, I'm afraid, but that is another story!" He let out a light chuckle. "Your attire is quite stunning, I appreciate your craftiness in creating such a bold piece." He turned to look at the guard, "I must say to you sir, however, that unfortunately weapons will not be allowed beyond this point. We will hold that fine dagger for you until you leave, and it will be returned swiftly then, I promise you." The Supreme Chancellor gave a warm smile and pointed with an open palm to a nearby attendant. He then opened the door, "Right through the back is where you will discover the joys and people of Kayomo! Enjoy, I will be with you shortly!" He bowed again to beckon them through, waiting for the other guests to arrive.

The black Adinas Star Coach V (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Adinas_Star_Coach) arrived at the Supreme Chancellor's mansion the next night, escorted by the two motorcycles with the Royal Guard. The car still flew the flag of Aerion on one side, and the Princess's personal crest on the other. It pulled up the cobblestone driveway of the mansion to the pavilion.

Princess Ameria Wasterin (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Ameria_Wasterin) stepped out of the car still wearing this time an shimming purple sequined dress that came down her back in a V shape, and was rather low-cut in the front. As was custom for visiting royalty, she wore the sash of the highest order in Aerion, the deep purple sash of the Royal Aerionian Order of His Majesty the King (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Royal_Aerionian_Order_of_His_Majesty_the_King) with the ornate diamond encrusted golden star of the Order hanging from the end.

The burgundy uniformed Royal Guard riding in the car stepped out of the front of the Adinas Star Coach, and opened the door for the Princess. Her Lady-in-Waiting stepped out with her carrying an jewel encrusted golden plated case. She stepped gracefully in her silver jewel encrusted heels into the pavilion, pausing to note the flag of Aerion hanging and seeming to gaze it a moment. She had seen the palaces of the CEOs in Aerion, much less an Royal Provincial Governor. She did feel there was attention to detail here that she appreciated, but did not pause to notice much of it.

She approached the Supreme Chancellor, her lady-in-waiting in tow. She smiled with perfect sculpted white teeth, and stated "Supreme Chancellor, an excellent speech." Her Eastern Aerionian accent could only be described as similar to Italian, French, and and Arabic combined in an exotic way, but distinctly International. She gestured to the case her lady-in-waiting was holding, "I have a gift, or rather a presentation for you. Shall I present it to you now, or shall I wait?"

OOC: The rest of you can post whenever you're ready..

IC:

The Supreme Chancellor smiled warmly as the Princess of Aerion stepped lightly toward him. She smiled with perfect sculpted white teeth, and stated "Supreme Chancellor, an excellent speech." He bowed slightly and said with a completely sincere tone, "Why thank you, Your Highness. I appreciate your compliment."

Andir then eyed a small case that a woman next to her was holding. The Princess gestured to the case her lady-in-waiting was holding, "I have a gift, or rather a presentation for you. Shall I present it to you now, or shall I wait?" This was certainly a surprise to Andir Rhodes. "Why, I am most grateful and I certainly expected no such thing. But since you so insist, I will accept with gratitude. I think it best be done here to avoid the fanfare and fuss that the others will make of it. I prefer to take my gifts humbly and privately. What is it that you have brought me, my dear lady?" Bianca also seemed interested and broke briefly from her usually professional stature to one of curiosity.

Late again. Castle rolled his eyes as he watched the rest of them arrive and meet Rhodes before him. Typical. So much for Questarian racial discipline and punctuality... Dusting off his suit slightly and straighting out his trouser legs from the somewhat cramped taxi jouney (Castle liked to stretch his legs alot), he tipped the taxi driver and made his way to wherever he was supposed to be going.

Oh, there he is. Suppose that's the new prime minister bloke. He said to himself on spotting Rhodes greeting everybody else.

Following up the rest of the delegates, Castle extended a warm hand to Rhodes after strolling up to him in a typical confident Questarian style, which some had even gone so far as to label arrogant.

"Mister Rhodes, congratulations on your Premiership. I'm Sir Peter Castle, His Imperial Questarian Majesty's Government. Let me express to you what a pleasure it is to be in your beautiful country tonight. Hopefully this can be the beginning of strong relations between our countries."

The car carrying the Nord-Brutlandese delegation stopped behind a taxi. Deputy Foreign Minister Carlo Tirone l'Anza stepped out from the car first. Prince Bryce soon emerged wearing full royal regalia and carrying a golden box coming all the way from the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden. He is intending to give it as a gift to the Supreme Chancellor of Kayomo. After all, the country is celebrating Union Day (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/History_of_Brutland_and_Norden#Union) back home, and the entire populace is probably munching on these traditional Nord-Brutlandese delicacies of purple Brute cheese, licuoro vaca, wild forest berries from Brutland, smoke-cured Dennish beef jerky, and the rare exquisite Pannondrian mountain tea. The two headed towards the building, readying themselves to meet the Supreme Chancellor.

Princess Ameria nodded, smiling, "Then we will present it now though only informally." She stated simply though eleganty, "By the power vested in me by the Crown Prince Regent Damoen Wasterin, as Grand Master Pro Tempore of the Royal Aerionian Order of His Majesty the King (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Royal_Aerionian_Order_of_His_Majesty_the_King), I present to you the Royal Aerionian Order of His Majesty the King." She gestured toward her lady-in-waiting, and she opened the box to reveal within an beautiful jewel encrusted collar, an star, and an badge. The gold, and diamond encrusted jewels of the Order were obviously worth quiet a bit.

She further stated, "With the designation of Royal Knight of All Aerion"

OOC: Hey guys, sorry about the delay. I've been very busy with school, but I should be able to have a post up Friday (the 14th).