NationStates Jolt Archive

Night. It was another restless slumber.

Though Chris slept, the dreams still plagued him, blood stained infinite darkness. And rage was material, a thing he could reach out and touch.

He felt the power of it, swelling up from his heart, and bursting out into darkness. The blood rivuleted away from him. And he soon realized that he was screaming.

Suddenly he woke with a start, he had been screaming in real life, and he breathed heavily, as sweat rivuleted down his forehead.

He was safe in his bedroom. In the Executor's Mansion. He was the Executor of Tersanctus. Christopher Dantes.

He kept telling himself this in his mind.

Now, that that's overwith. He thought too himself.

It was true that he had a hard life. But he thought rarely of it. He was taught too put his personal feelings aside for the good of his nation from a young age.


"Chris! Are you up yet?" screamed his Mother. Melisa Fairdrought, she was Edmund Dantes' ex-fiancee, Chris' Father. Edmund had died decades ago in a Epic Battle with Alkanphel of Mordor.


She had stayed in Tersanctus, she was even a Senator for Several years, and she was the strongest voice of Unity, in the nearly twenty years of Civil War and Strife. Chris had reclaimed the Throne, as it were.

He smiled. Even though he was the Leader of More than Two Billion Tersanctans, she was still a Mother too him.

And now, he was going to make a Descsion that was hard....he was leaving the United Emirates. The Press Conference was scheduled for later that afternoon. But there were other matters too take care of first.

Imitora.

Melisa was Imitoran, and she had suggested that rather than simply coming back from Isolationism, and burning bridges, to open doors too new nations, that could lead Tersanctus back too a world power.

To:Diplomatic Offices of Imitora
From:Executor Dantes, Imperial Republic of Tersanctus
Subject:Alliance

Esteemed Members of the Imitoran Government,

I have spoken with your nation these past few weeks about our leaving our Period of Isolation, now I speak too you of another matter, an Alliance.

Imitora and Tersanctus have always been on Friendly terms, never in our similar goals have we ever stepped on each others toes.

Now, I am about too take a drastic turn, After Centuries of Alliance, Tersanctus is preparing too leave the United Emirates, and start anew.

I say to you, that on this day, "The Pantheon" is born!

I await your response.

Cordially,
Executor Christopher Dantes

Despite the importance of the message, it fell, unfortunately, on no desk. Instead, it was placed on the top of the 'important' pile. Due to recent affairs of state, teh nation had, at the moment, no leader. However, a responce was, of course, sent to Dantes telling him that, in short time, once affairs of state had been settled, all would be settled. The note, despite the fact that it said nothing to look either way, was very, very favorable.

OOC: Tersan, I should be ready to finishe this off wensday, all I need is a response from Largent on my election thread

The black painted CV-22(IP) slowed as it neared Tersanctian airspace. The large props pulled the aircraft towards the land once clouded in mystery. On each wing, as well as the side of the aircraft, the blazing skull of the Domain was painted in a dark crimson.

On board was Robert Fortier, the new First Speaker (and soon to be Grand Emperor) Robert Fortier sat in a comfy, leather bound chair. The overstuffed recliner was just that, reclined, and he slept as the aircraft neared the airport. It had been given clearence to land, and he awoke as the pressure began to change in the cabin. He inclined his seat, and dusted off his clothing, a black shirt and black pants. the shirt had a high color, and save for the fact it was long sleaved and lacked the white neck piece, looked almost like the one worn by a priest. He had a long, black coat, cotton and close fitting, should it be cold.

The CV-22(IP) set down after obtaining clearence, and Robert disembarked, a pair of black on black Oakly Half Jacket XLJs covering his eyes.

Executor Dantes, with his Imperial Templar Guard, approached the Speaker. Hardly Professional, he wore blue jeans, A black T-shirt, and Balck Boots. Not too mention the fact that he was eighteen, noone would even begin too think that this was the Lord of Tersanctus, Executor Dantes.

"Mr Fortier! A pleasure too meet you." Dantes said very confidently.

"I have a limo prepared to take us too the Executor's Mansion. Shall we?"
He said gesturing to the Armoreed Limo.

They got in, and had an Entourage accompany them too there.

Along the way, Chris spoke with Robert about Imitoran/Tersanctan relations, bringing up mainly the efforts needed too reopen the Tersanctan Borders.

My fellow world leaders, I come before you at a moment of significant tumult in world affairs. The threat of aggressive, dictatorial regimes hangs over us more and more with each passing moment, and the time for a final stand has, I believe, come!

I am currently pursuing an aggressive campaign to stomp out the horrors of dictatorship in the Republic of Incisor by establishing a strong cener-left coalition. I have opened the diplomatic channels with Incisor and I am pursuing United Nations assisstance in this time of great urgency.

Together, the liberal world can finally send a message to the dictators that they will no longer be tolerated. That our ideals are indeed the moral choice and that they will never again threaten the stability and safety of the free world.

Robert greeted Chris scincerly, if not casually with a simple handshake, and followed him to the limmo. He chated with Chris on political matters, agreeing that opening the borders was the best idea for the nation.

"Now, Chris, as you know, I've recently made the decision to move Imitora into the Pantheon, and we've always had close ties with each other. Obviously, there is an unwritten alliance between our two nations. I think that we should solidify it, on paper," or in blood he didnt add, "to make things official."

Chris nodded.

"My Adoptive Mother is Imitoran, Melisa Fairdrought. I see no reason why this should not be so. As a matter of fact...." he took out a Manila Folder With the Tersanctan Seal upon it.

"I thought you might like too take a look at the Offical Treaty...Your standard Mock-Up. No loopholes or anything like that. Though I have never seen, nor do I think that there will ever be a reason for us too war with one another."

He looke at the Speaker. Something remained unsaid, he could tell, but couldnt read what.

Robert had used the ICMC to help pay for law school, and although it took him quite a bit more time to complete, due to teh intervention of war, several times, he had completed it, and therefore, as all good lawyers, flipped through the treaty, out of habit. He didn't really read it all that closely, he had seen enough of these before, and removed a pen from inside his coat. He signed quickly, leaving his signature on the bottom of the page, and handed it back to Chris.