NationStates Jolt Archive

"This is Joseph Mladic of White Peoples Radio and Television Network. As you know, modern witchcraft is a growing problem. Under the guise of so-called 'women's rights' movements, modern witches worship satan, mate with demons and spirits, and practice abomination."

"Lesbianism, feminazism, women's suffrage, all are forms of modern witchcraft. As you know, we in Mississippi cure thousands of convicted witches each year (ooc- we cure them by using fire and stakes), and we would like to spread the ideals of anti-witchery to the nations that are willing to listen and accept them. Therefore, we are hosting a conference on witchcraft. The main attendees will be Colonel Herman Von Thaller and Field Marshal Reginald Smith."


Attendees:

1) Mississippi
2) The Island of Rose
3) Tanuio
4) Derscon
5) Emanara
6) Eldanor
7) The Parthians
8) Callisdrun

Official Statement from The Rosian Roman Catholic Church:

I would like to participate in this summit. I hope we can show them towards the light of God and guide them away from their sinful ways. Peace be with you.
-Archbishop Sergei Kreschnech of The Island of Rose

With all thou respect, we are for women sufferage.

"Of Course we shall attend. We believe all forms of witchcraft are strictly against the word of our Lord, and those who practice it must be "cleansed" of it's impurities by death. We shall send Mr.David Bennoit to the conference, along with a few of his colleauges.

We eagerly await the conference to being."
Alexander Christos
Ruler of Tanuio

General Sebastien LePrestre de Vauban and General Alexander Campbell will be in attendance. Legio Dei troops will be their escorts. Please inform where to land in your nation.


Imperial Marschall Frederick von Hindenburg
CinC of the Dersconi Imperial Army

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Meletia will send three representatives from three separate approaches. Mrs. Karen Walsh, who is now a happy mother of two, in a healthy monogamous marriage to a white man, was once a woman caught in the sinful ways of feminism. Mrs. Walsh will represent the approach of moral rehabilitation. Colonel Paul Williamson is a witchhunter who has captured, tried, and executed many such enemies of the good. He will argue for the approach of extermination. Miss Helen Winter is a racial scientist who shall argue that this kind of gender confusion and sexual perversion in women is a genetic disease. She will argue that these women should be sterilized, segregated from decent society, and forced to labor at some task useful to their race, while being denied the freedom to carry out their disgusting practices.

Official Statement From Camel Eaters High Ruler Linfield Articus Hannon:

"Fuck y'all. Somebody gonna' kill you motherfuckers soon."

End Transmission

The United Imperium of Crossman seeing as next to Christianity, Wicca is one of our nation's top religions, we condemn this conference as religious persecution.

With all thou respect, we are for women sufferage.

Suffrage? Or the suffering of women?

Suffrage? Or the suffering of women?

Indeed. Since I don't think this thread has anything to do with women voting.

Official Statement From Camel Eaters High Ruler Linfield Articus Hannon:

"Fuck y'all. Somebody gonna' kill you motherfuckers soon."

End Transmission


OOC insults that are thinly veiled as IC remarks, are not welcome. Thank you for your time, you just won the "lamer of the day" award. (The word mfer is a disgusting and vile word, I don't think I've ever used that one in a single one of my RPers, fellow RPers have, but I don't use it, and especially as a thinly veiled IC insult meant OOC)

Indeed. Since I don't think this thread has anything to do with women voting.

OOC: Nevermind, I see that DA did mention sufferage in the first post.

Official Statement from Emperor Crossman

In light of the impending conference about stopping witchcraft, the United Imperium of Crossman will be willing to grant assylum to any Wiccans of other Craft users (users of the true Craft and not the twisted evil version) in the Imperium to escape persecuation in your homelands.

"This is Joseph Mladic of the White Peoples Radio and Television Network. Any women who support the policies of Kahta or the king of Kahta will be deemed witches and dealt with as such."

Utterly ridiculous. No religious tolerance these days, is there? Every man, woman, and child should be able to practice whatever religion they wish and be able to speak out about what they believe in. We spit in your direction.

High Lady
Alasse Órecalo

Utterly ridiculous. No religious tolerance these days, is there? Every man, woman, and child should be able to practice whatever religion they wish and be able to speak out about what they believe in. We spit in your direction.

High Lady
Alasse Órecalo

Well put High Lady.

Utterly ridiculous. No religious tolerance these days, is there? Every man, woman, and child should be able to practice whatever religion they wish and be able to speak out about what they believe in. We spit in your direction.

High Lady
Alasse Órecalo


"You are welcome to attend the conference, you can be there for the demonstration of how we will dispose of witches that refuse to repent..."

Slobodan Karloff.

We will consider your invitation, but our ambassadors have no intention of seeing of how you dispose of these innocent people.

High Lady
Alasse Órecalo

The Nation of Alla Xul will indeed send a representative, but not to help the supposed "saving" or condeming of these witches.

We offer a citizenship to Alla Xul of any witch who is found, and we hope any other nations that are going to this conference regognize this.

Sincerly,
Alexander Reynolds
Minister of Religious Freedom

((OOC: For you to know, the Archbishop will probably be the liberal one of the meeting. He's not against woman's suffrage, but the rest... ya. Not to the point of burning of course. And he does not represent TIoR's Government believe it or not.

Transmission to Decisive Action/Mississippi from an unknown source
The Kingdom of Tarag-vir ((apologies if that's an actual nation)) would like to send a representative to learn about the evils of witchcraft, and how they should be dealt with.
OOC: If you accept, either have excellent security at the meeting or be prepared for mayhem.

Transmission to Decisive Action/Mississippi from an unknown source
The Kingdom of Tarag-vir ((apologies if that's an actual nation)) would like to send a representative to learn about the evils of witchcraft, and how they should be dealt with.
OOC: If you accept, either have excellent security at the meeting or be prepared for mayhem.


Ooc- For a meeting like this, we'll have 2-3 divisions of ELITE Republican Guard in a 1-2 mile radius around the building itself, and 3-4 companies (120 per company) immediately inside the building and immediately around it.



IC- "We have never heard of your nation, speak up, why do you wish to enter into our land? You know you must first stop in Tennessee to be thoroughly searched by the security forces there, yes?"

The Empress has officially decided to send Falathiel Almárëa, our most trusted ambassador. She, like most other Eldanorans, is religiously tolerant and is supportive of equal rights between men and women. She will arrive as soon as possible.

High Lady
Alasse Órecalo

Parthia finds fem-witchery to be an evil plague upon the earth. If permitted, our Consul in DA, Rostam Shahjarian, would like to attend.

The Constitutional Monarchy of Callisdrun is shocked and dismayed at these attitudes about religious freedom. Should it be permitted, and should it be deemed safe, we shall send a representative to observe and perhaps offer a few viewpoints in this discussion.

-King Haakon IX

OOC: Note that the Callisdrunians are heavily biased in favor of witchcraft, seeing as how about 65% of Callisdrun's population, including the king, follows the old pagan religion.

Callisdrun is on my ignore list and I can't see him... Ever since he "poll crashed" one of my recent polls by voting every option (well about six people made the ignore list that day for poll-crashing) if he wants, he can TG me as to why I should take him off ignore.

OOC insults that are thinly veiled as IC remarks, are not welcome. Thank you for your time, you just won the "lamer of the day" award. (The word mfer is a disgusting and vile word, I don't think I've ever used that one in a single one of my RPers, fellow RPers have, but I don't use it, and especially as a thinly veiled IC insult meant OOC)
YAY I won an award!!! Actually it was IC because the High RUler's mother was a Wiccan and many of his children are. Plus we seee the suppression of any religion as the most vile thing any being can do. Good day to you sir.

The Constitutional Monarchy of Callisdrun is shocked and dismayed at these attitudes about religious freedom. Should it be permitted, and should it be deemed safe, we shall send a representative to observe and perhaps offer a few viewpoints in this discussion.

-King Haakon IX

OOC: Note that the Callisdrunians are heavily biased in favor of witchcraft, seeing as how about 65% of Callisdrun's population, including the king, follows the old pagan religion.


Okay, you're in.

Herman Von Thaller was sitting in the conference room of the now famous Ion Antonescu Hotel in Jackson City, Mississippi, waiting for the attendees to arrive via RG C-130s after they stopped over in Tennessee to get through security clearance.



Ooc- Everybody went through clearance, all weapons taken out, etc, let's just move along with the RP. :)

The delegates from Emanara enter. At the weapons search, Colonel Williamson caused a minor delay by saying that, as Mrs. Waller is a married woman and a mother of two, men other than her husband should not touch her, and requesting that female officers conduct any direct search of her person. None of them were attempting to get weapons in. Mrs. Waller is dressed conservatively, covered from shoulders to floor, her head covered in a broadbrimmed lady's hat, her arms covered in long sleeves and gloves. Mrs. Waller has the figure one would expect of a mother of two, about 43 years old. She has not regained her youthful form but neither has she let herself go. Colonel Williamson is...has a less than handsome face. But he is trim, well-built, and in the physical shape befitting a fighting man. Miss Winter is a fairly pretty girl in her early 20s.

Bente Katarindatter and Ivers Erlander entered the conferance room. Both are tall, with typical Callisdrunian dark hair and light complexion. They wore typical formal dress for their nationality, Bente's deep red dress was not obscenely tight or revealing, but it was sleeveless and hung in a way that complimented her figure. Ivers wore a coat that looked similar to a trench coat but was nicer. Both wore boots, though of different types. Because of the strict no-weapons rule, both had not carried in the traditional one-handed battle axe worn at the belt by Callisdrunians, but had insisted on carrying completely dull ceremonial versions. Because of Ivers' pleas, Bente had agreed not to wear her pentacle earings to the conference. A couple tattoos that might be thought suspicious were visible, however. It was common practice in Callisdrun. Both were fairly young, but quite polite. They were joking with each other about their service in the military as they entered.

Better ban harry potter books, I did.

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A woman performed the search on Mrs. Waller, as per her request. However there was only one woman present and so a man had to perform the search on Miss Winter.


The guards gave a sideways glance to the two women from Callisdrun and after searching them, allowed them to pass, once they removed their 'ceremonial' weapons that is.



The conference was just starting as the delegates sat down. Colonel Herman von Thaller's voice echoed, "Friends, children of God, keepers of the word, the only to cure a witch, is with fire, and lots of it! The law of God prescribes that witches shall either be hanged from their neck until dead, and their bodies burnt to ashes, or they shall be consumed in the flesh by fire, just as their souls shall be consumed by fire for their consortion with dark powers and abomination spirits! Think not that witchcraft has taken a decline, today it exists in many forms, so-called feminism, the lesbian movement, women's suffrage, all could said to be forms of abomination and withcraft."


He paused to answer any questions that might exist yet.

Bente Katarindatter and Ivers Erlander entered the conferance room. Both are tall, with typical Callisdrunian dark hair and light complexion. They wore typical formal dress for their nationality, Bente's deep red dress was not obscenely tight or revealing, but it was sleeveless and hung in a way that complimented her figure. Ivers wore a coat that looked similar to a trench coat but was nicer. Both wore boots, though of different types. Because of the strict no-weapons rule, both had not carried in the traditional one-handed battle axe worn at the belt by Callisdrunians, but had insisted on carrying completely dull ceremonial versions. Because of Ivers' pleas, Bente had agreed not to wear her pentacle earings to the conference. A couple tattoos that might be thought suspicious were visible, however. It was common practice in Callisdrun. Both were fairly young, but quite polite. They were joking with each other about their service in the military as they entered.


Two Mississippian women, covered from neck to ankle (ooc-this is our usual dress code law) in the clothing referred to "The EF" (ooc-so named after Eleanor Fabus, who started to whole 'enforced modesty' policy) were walking by the delegated from Callisdrun. One of them gasped at Bente, "Whore! Why are you not covered!"

Two under-cover morality police suddenly walked over to the women from Callisdrun and politely spoke as they handed them two "EFs" "Here, put these on."

Ooc- Women are only require to wear the EF if they prove themselves incapable of exercising modesty on their own. Sleeveless clothing that accents form, that is not modest. Mississippian customs believe women should only be concerned with looking attractive for their husbands, why should other men get to leer at them?

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A note for possible nations considering attending:

He considers normal women to be witches. He has no idea what he's talking about. Simply ignore this hoax of a confrence- I imagine you don't want to be bullshitted.

-Kaiserine Yuna Mannerheim

A note for possible nations considering attending:

He considers normal women to be witches. He has no idea what he's talking about. Simply ignore this hoax of a confrence- I imagine you don't want to be bullshitted.

-Kaiserine Yuna Mannerheim


"Silence you demoness, a temptress to the core, you're in league with Lucifer and you consort with demons from beyond this world. You're a whore of a woman and you have known satan in the most perverted of ways. You should be purified with fire."


Herman Von Thaller

"Silence you demoness, a temptress to the core, you're in league with Lucifer and you consort with demons from beyond this world. You're a whore of a woman and you have known satan in the most perverted of ways. You should be purified with fire."


Herman Von Thaller

"How about I 'purify' you, with a few rounds from a assault rifle, hmm? Don't lecture me on religion, you a--hole."
-Kaiserine Yuna Mannerheim

Those crazy christians!

"How about I 'purify' you, with a few rounds from a assault rifle, hmm? Don't lecture me on religion, you a--hole."
-Kaiserine Yuna Mannerheim


"There is nothing wrong with you that being drowned, hanged, or burnt at the stake would not cure... Perhaps I shall pay you a personal visit someday to purify your soul of its sin!"


Herman Von Thaller

Ambassador Almárëa slid in quietly and took a seat, placing her sleek silver briefcase on the table. She was clad in silky purple gown with very thin straps. Her feet clicked slightly when she walked due to a pear of silver high-heels.

After hearing what von Thaller had said, she spoke up. "Feminism. Woman's suffrage. Lesbian movement. How is this witchcraft? What do we define witchcraft as, anyway?"

Thaller glared at her, "You, woman, why are you not covered?"

The guards gave a sideways glance to the two women from Callisdrun and after searching them, allowed them to pass, once they removed their 'ceremonial' weapons that is.



OOC: Ivers is male. Also, the ceremonial versions of the axes, that the Callisdrunians are carrying are quite blunt and much lighter than their functional counterparts. Would probably do less damage than a flyswatter.

Almárëa scowled.

"I was not informed there was a dress code, sir, and exactly how am I not covered, persay?"

Thaller snapped his fingers and two religious police officers grabbed her and dragged her up to the front of the room. Thaller pointed out, "You are wearing high heel shoes, no woman should try to look taller, that is abomination... You are wearing a skirt, only whores wear skirts... Your whore blouse accents your chest area, you need to wear your EF..." He has a guard hand him one, solid black in color, he hands it to here, "Put this on..."

The ambassador's scowl deepened.

"So you think women are inferior to men, is that true?" she snapped. "I see the men in this room are not required to wear and EF or whatever it's called. And get your hands off me!"

Thaller laughed, "The great prophet Fabus, God's blessings be on him, did not write anything about men being covered... It is you, you women, who need to be covered, so sayeth God who spoke to Fabus who wrote it in the Gospel according to Roger."

He threw the garment at her, "Cover yourself, now!"

Two Mississippian women, covered from neck to ankle (ooc-this is our usual dress code law) in the clothing referred to "The EF" (ooc-so named after Eleanor Fabus, who started to whole 'enforced modesty' policy) were walking by the delegated from Callisdrun. One of them gasped at Bente, "Whore! Why are you not covered!"

Two under-cover morality police suddenly walked over to the women from Callisdrun and politely spoke as they handed them to "EFs" "Here, put these on."

Ooc- Women are only require to wear the EF if they prove themselves incapable of exercising modesty on their own. Sleeveless clothing that accents form, that is not modest. Mississippian customs believe women should only be concerned with looking attractive for their husbands, why should other men get to leer at them?

"I would..." responded Bente in her thick accent. "But I'm afraid that it is simply too hot in this country for me to wear something so heavy. If your men cannot restrain their eyes, that is their problem not mine. You can tell them to take it up with my husband, here."

Ivers blushed when she said this, they were not married, at least not yet. The Mississippians did not know that, however. "This is a bit of culture shock. It is usual custom, for both us and the representatives of nations we frequently work with, to wear what is considered traditional formal attire. I'm also afraid that with the temperature here, my poor wife would get heat stroke."

He had told no lies, except in referring to Bente as his wife. Callisdrunians had been long isolated from the rest of the world and had adapted marvelously to their homeland's truly frigid climate. However, this made them highly susceptible to heat induced maladies. "That garment you are holding is simply too heavy. Here, I will give her my coat to wear." His coat, though it looked warm, was actually specially made for use in hotter countries and went down to about the knees.

The two morality police shook their heads, "Put on the garment, you have twenty seconds or you will be placed under arrest."

((OOC: *cough* time for my fashionably late entrance...))

Sergei Kreshnech bust the door open with his foot. He entered, escorted by two guards armed with RAR-1Cs. "I'm not late aren't I?!"

He was of course wearing ceremonial robes and his very large hat. He spotted the police and raised his brow. "Wow. Easy to start shit here in Mississippi...."

He sat down, looking at the other representatives. His guards covering him from behind. He put his hat under the table, and from there he took out a laptop. "Let's see. Lesbianism bad, witchcraft bad, femisism okay, feminazis evil. And woman's suffrage, good unless they have a period."

The guards started pointing their guns everywhere, Sergei looked at them. "Just leave..."

And so the guards left. "So what happened now? I swear, if I get held hostage again..."

Herman Thaller continued to speak, his voice booming throughout the room, "I am well known as a fighter pilot, an ace... I have over six hundred kills to my credit, and in one aerial battle I shot down over one hundred and twenty enemy fighters... But this is not due to my own merit, I owe all my victories to God! You must dedicate yourself to God and shun all whores that will attempt to seduce you into evil and licentious acts! Shun the whore, cast her out! Just say no to satan, reject satan and all his empty promises!"

Almárëa shook her head, glaring at the police.

"I will not. I am a foreign ambassador and I demand the right to dress as I please. It is, after all, my body. And the Empress, the High Lady, and myself recieved no notification that I was required to wear one of those things."

Sergei sighed and looked at the two. "So we have a crazy fundamentalist and a feminist. The two were always annoying..."

He looked over at the woman. "Please, for the love of God just wear it. You can take it off when it's over. Please!"

Thaller waved his hand in a dismissive fashion and the two police officers handcuffed her and bound her legs, and then proceeded to carry her out of the conference room to the basement parking garage where they then stuffed her into the back of their car.

One of them shook his head, "You should have just worn the garment... It is your job to learn the laws of land before travelling into our land!"

Thaller waved his hand in a dismissive fashion and the two police officers handcuffed her and bound her legs, and then proceeded to carry her out of the conference room to the basement parking garage where they then stuffed her into the back of their car.

One of them shook his head, "You should have just worn the garment... It is your job to learn the laws of land before travelling into our land!"

((OOC: You do acknowledge that I'm here right? =/ ))

Sergei sighed and looked at the two. "So we have a crazy fundamentalist and a feminist. The two were always annoying..."

He looked over at the woman. "Please, for the love of God just wear it. You can take it off when it's over. Please!"



Thaller smiled, "I am not a crazy fundamentalist... Hold your tongue boy, perhaps I shall have to make sure you're not a male witch, you know... A warlock..."

Thaller smiled, "I am not a crazy fundamentalist... Hold your tongue boy, perhaps I shall have to make sure you're not a male witch, you know... A warlock..."

((OOC: He's 52 =/ ))

The Archbishop rolled his eyes. "Yes. Let's ignore the fact that I have a cross and a bible inside my oversized hat. And let's ignore the fact that I lead masses everyday." His tounge having a sarcastic point to it. "Hold my tounge... bleh. You came here for opinions, you got it. A Rosian can't hold his tounge, I'm sure you know that, hm?" He chuckled.

Thaller waved his hand in a dismissive fashion and the two police officers handcuffed her and bound her legs, and then proceeded to carry her out of the conference room to the basement parking garage where they then stuffed her into the back of their car.

One of them shook his head, "You should have just worn the garment... It is your job to learn the laws of land before travelling into our land!"

OOC: That directed at me or Callisdrun?

Bente bundled up in Ivers' coat. It was of military design, and was quite simple. One might mistake it for a trench coat. Though she was tall, Ivers was much larger and she was practically swallowed by it. She still bore the most polite expression on her face, but if one knew her, as Ivers did, one could tell by her eyes that she was most displeased.

Both of them barely managed to avoid rolling their eyes at the ridiculous scene that unfolded before them.

Ivers then spoke up. "Who is this 'satan' you speak of?" The Callisdrunians still largely followed the old pagan religion, in which Satan did not exist.

OOC: That directed at me or Callisdrun?


You.

Just then Delegate David Bennoit opened the doors to the conference. Behind him two advisers rush in, carrying bundles of papers. David yells out.

"Ladies, and Gentlemen, my apologies for being late. I was needed longer in my nation."

He sits down at a random seat, and his advisers follow.

Samtonia does suggest you re-visit whom you burn upon the stake. Are they being weighed in the Witchcraft Detection Weighing Device(R)? Because remember, without a waterfowl to compare her to, no lady's a witch!

Lars Hermen, Samtonian UDMI

OOC- Really, how did it take this long for a Monty Python reference? C'mon, are all you people that lacking in your artistic merits? Hmmmm?

OOC: Crap, I go away for ten minutes and this is what happens? Oh well, never mind.

The ambassador snarled. She began to rave. Loudly.

"Unhand me, you filth! I demand to be released! I will not be treated in this fashion!"

The two police shook their heads. One looked at the diplomat from Eldanor, he smiled, "Shut your mouth or I'll stick something in their that'll keep you very quiet."

"You just try, you sexist monsters. Have I no diplomatic immunity, for pity's sake?"

The man showed her the contract she signed when she entered the nation, she should have read the ten pages of fine print, she renounced her claim to diplomatic immunity for all except traffic violations. As she opened her mouth to say something, the man smacked her in the face and shouted, "Shut up!"

The Archbishop scoffed. "Here?!" He laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Let her go to my nation. She can go home from there."

Ooc- She is in the basement parking garage. The others are in the conference room in the hotel.

Almárëa now sported a bruise on her cheek, and she looked ready to murder the two officers.

"I may have no immunity, but you have no right to touch me! The Empress of Eldanor will here of this upon my return to the country."

Ivers and Bente both sat down and opened their briefcases, taking out notepads. They then scribbled with their pens a little bit to make sure they were full of ink.

The man in the passenger seat climbed into the back and slapped her at least six more times as the driver pulled away and headed off to the local DIS base. On the way there, the man laughed, "Your leader shall hear nothing of this, bitch!" He leered at her and started to slide her pants down, while saying, "You want to dress like a whore and act like a whore, you can be treated like a whore, how does that sound?"

The diplomat went pale, showing red markings where he had hit her, yet her voice trembled with rage.

"My Empress will hear, and I am not considered a whore at home. The Empress herself wore such a dress last summer. You shall not treat me as such, or I assure you that you will pay."

The man finished pulling her pants down and leered as he slipped his fingers into her panties and readied to pull them down, "You'll tell nobody about any of this, whore, unless you wish to die, and it can look very much like an accident..."

She tried to claw at him, but had little luck. There was fear and rage in her eyes, and her voice quivered slightly.

"You would have to come within the borders of my home, and that would not be wise. Stop now and I will tell no one."

Rostam Shahjarian walked into the confrence room with his bodyguards at his side and proceeded over to Thaller. He extended his hand and began to speak, "Mr. Thaller, did you serve in the Egyptian campaign? I believe I may have met you there while serving with the Parthian Air Forces."

The man nodded and pulled her pants back up, and sat her up next to him, patting her on the head, "See, no harm done, eh? Are you okay? You did break the law though, you should have just worn the garment..."

((OOC: DA, ignore this if you want, but it'd add a twist @_@ and yes I know she wasn't raped, but hey, I let you kill a priest...))

The guards that were dismissed started wandering around, ironically weapons in hand. Bored, they headed towards the garage to play cards. They heard some voices, they didn't know from where of course.

"Hey." The first guard said. "What's that?" The guard started wandering around the garage. They found a door, a door to a basement maybe?

The guard pointed to the door. "It's coming from here."

The second guard picked up the first guard's and his gun and threw his at him. "Let's check it out." He said.

The two opened the door, walking slowly like special forces. "Hello?" The first guard said as he pointed his RAR-1C with laser sight around. "Anyone here?"

They walked down the stairs...

"No, I am not all right, and there was plenty of harm done." she said with venom, pointing to the bruises. "And wearing such a despicable piece of clothing would justify in the eyes of you sexist men that females are inferior."

Rostam Shahjarian walked into the confrence room with his bodyguards at his side and proceeded over to Thaller. He extended his hand and began to speak, "Mr. Thaller, did you serve in the Egyptian campaign? I believe I may have met you there while serving with the Parthian Air Forces."



Herman smiled widely, "Yes, I was a great ace in the Egyptian campaign. When the Egyptian and Libyan air forces flew up to attempt to halt our aerial campaign... I met their two main forces all by myself in my F-16D... I shot down 8 MiG-29s, 8 Mirage F1s, 4 F-16s, 4 F-14s and 112 MiG-21s. All I had was a thousand rounds for my 20mm cannon, and twenty-four AIM-120 missiles..."

Bente and Ivers both quickly wrote down the names of the various attendees, and what had happened to one quite lively diplomat.

The Archbishop rolled his eyes. "Enough chit chat. Let's start this meeting damn it."

Ivers chuckled at the Archbishop's brazen sensibility. Rather a likable character, he thought.

Herman smiled widely, "Yes, I was a great ace in the Egyptian campaign. When the Egyptian and Libyan air forces flew up to attempt to halt our aerial campaign... I met their two main forces all by myself in my F-16D... I shot down 8 MiG-29s, 8 Mirage F1s, 4 F-16s, 4 F-14s and 112 MiG-21s. All I had was a thousand rounds for my 20mm cannon, and twenty-four AIM-120 missiles..."


"My own service was not as famous as yours. I scored a meager 15 kills for the entire campaign. The only reason I got the job as Ambassador to DA was my family connections. I'm part of the Shahjarian family which is distantly related to the Shah."

((OOC: DA, ignore this if you want, but it'd add a twist @_@ and yes I know she wasn't raped, but hey, I let you kill a priest...))

The guards that were dismissed started wandering around, ironically weapons in hand. Bored, they headed towards the garage to play cards. They heard some voices, they didn't know from where of course.

"Hey." The first guard said. "What's that?" The guard started wandering around the garage. They found a door, a door to a basement maybe?

The guard pointed to the door. "It's coming from here."

The second guard picked up the first guard's and his gun and threw his at him. "Let's check it out." He said.

The two opened the door, walking slowly like special forces. "Hello?" The first guard said as he pointed his RAR-1C with laser sight around. "Anyone here?"

They walked down the stairs...


Ooc- The car already pulled out a few posts back, sorry. And I never killed a priest.

"No, I am not all right, and there was plenty of harm done." she said with venom, pointing to the bruises. "And wearing such a despicable piece of clothing would justify in the eyes of you sexist men that females are inferior."


The man smiled as he removed her handcuffs and handed her a cup of water, "There, don't worry, you will be okay... We'll get you something to eat once we get you processed at the local HQ."

((OOC: Darn... oh well... the Archbishop is one of my more eccentric characters, breaks the stereotype really...))

The Archbishop started pressing some buttons on his laptop. "Bah, until this starts, I'm playing Call of Duty... online."

A pair of shifty eyes.

"Die commie scum! Die!" He shouted. "Yeah! Yeah! Eat my .45 tommy bitch!" The Archbishop had a love of video games...

Almárëa took the glass, peering in it with suspicion. She saw nothing wrong with it, and her instincts weren't screaming at her not to drink it. She took a sip, but continued to glare.

"I intend to hopefully return to my conference after I 'get processed'."

Ivers and Bente both glanced over to see what on the Archbishop's laptop screen could possibly have incited this outburst, they wore completely befuddled expressions on their faces. Seeing that it was a video game, they laughed and then watched intently.

And the Archbishop continued his rantings....

"Hey! That fucking camper!" 100 virtual bullets can be heard as they were fired. "Hey! He's cheating! Eat panzerfaust!" A woosh! can be heard from the computer screws. Then an explosion, then a death groan.

"Damn right!" A sniper shot then another death groan is heard. "Fucking campers..."

He closed his laptop and started drumming his fingers. "God will smite the campers..." He continued to mumble as he drummed his fingers.

Almárëa took the glass, peering in it with suspicion. She saw nothing wrong with it, and her instincts weren't screaming at her not to drink it. She took a sip, but continued to glare.

"I intend to hopefully return to my conference after I 'get processed'."



The man nodded and then offered her his hand to shake, "Ivan... My name is Ivan, yourself?"

She hesitated for a moment or two, then shook his hand gently.

"Falathiel, Falathiel Almárëa."

The man smiled as he lit up a cigarette and then offered her one. She noticed they were pulling into a parking garage beneath the local DIS building. The solid steel gate went down after they passed it.

The woman shook her dark head.

"I don't smoke," she told him, with the slightest hint of disgust.

The car suddenly stopped next to a large concrete support. The driver stepped out, opened her door, and then let a stream of tobacco juice fall from his mouth to the ground, he extended his hand to shake, "My name is Robert, we haven't been properly introduced..." He smiled as he spoke, his mouth full of chewing tobacco. Ivan stepped out and ashed his cigarette on the ground...


Two other men in suits came walking out, both holding cigarettes in their hands, one had a cup of coffee in his other hand; they were obviously plain-clothes detectives from their haircuts. They stepped into the car Ivan and Robert had just left, "Take care Rob, you too Ivan..."

Ivan and Robert waved at the two men as they pulled out.

They escorted the woman into the station and the duty manager was waiting to greet her. His feet were up on his desk, his hands behind his head, his cheeks stuffed with Fabus Premium Leaf Chewing Tobacco, he spat a large wad of juice and a few pieces of leaves into a spittoon located next to his desk.

He smiled and extended his hand, "Edward, you?"

The ambassador took his hand and shook it with less hesitation then she had Ivan's. She tried to be polite.

"Nice to meet you, Edward. I am Ambassador Almárëa."

Edward smiled, "Take a seat. Anything I can get you? Brandy? Vodka? Scotch? Cigarette? Cigar? Plug of Chew? Anything at all?"

She took a seat, fidgeting for a moment and then putting her hands in her lap. The woman nodded at his offer.

"A bit of scotch, please. Thank you for the offer."

The man snapped his fingers and a secretary poured two glasses of scotch, handing one to the woman and the other to Edward. He gave her a firm open handed swat on the butt as she turned to walk away, she smiled when he did, and he laughed, "Thanks for the drinks." She nodded, "Just doing my job sir..." He shook his head, "Call me Eddie, remember? Sir is too formal."

She nodded and grinned, "Yes, Eddie... Well I have to get back to work." She walked out of his office and shut the door on her way out.

Edward sipped his scotch, looking at Falathiel, "Drink up, it's good stuff... So what brings you here?" He starts to look over the arrest form, "Refusal to comply with reasonable requests?" He raises a brow, "What happened, want to tell me about it?"

Falathiel sipped delicatedly at her scotch, but after hearing what the man said regarding her arrest, she snorted.

"It was anything but reasonable. Due to my dress," she pointed at her gown, "Thaller demanded that I put on an EF or whatever they say. I told him that I had recieved no dress code notice and that I refused to put it on. He had me arrested."

She sipped her scotch a bit more after she finished.

Edward sighed, "Wouldn't it have been easier to just have put it on and avoid this entire mess? Now I need to decide if I'm going to file a report to the district attorney and the local party leader to decide if you need to be charged, and then charged in either the religious courts or th civil courts... This is a headache..."

She gripped the arms of her chair and leaned slightly forward. The ambassador had anger written on her sharp features.

"No, it would not have been. Doing it would show weakness and I would lose all my dignity. I care not if I am leered at by men, but I will never subject myself to where something that proves that I am inferior to males. Never."

Edward shook his head, "No, the law is not there to make you feel inferior, it is in place to protect women and keep them safe..."

She laughed bitterly.

"Safe? Restricted is what you mean. Woman should be able to dress as men dress. Perhaps you should enforce laws on men if woman need to be protected so?"

The man shook his head, "No, no, we need to keep women from seducing men... Also women shouldn't have worry about putting on makeup and dressing up to go into public... They only need to look good for their husbands."

"What's the point of being female, then? Look, I need to get back to my conference, so let's move along."

Edward nodded, "I guess you can go... But I'd like to speak with you later, do you have any plans for dinner?"


The man raised his brow and anxiously smiled, hoping she'd accept his offer for a dinner.


Ooc- He's a fairly attractive guy (most people in Mississippi are attractive, we use extensive genetic engineering, a few side effects are the tendency to have problems such as easily addicted to nicotine, tendency to abuse alcohol, even though resistance to addiction is boosted, also those who receive modifications to become better soldiers often are more violent. The man, Edward, he is calm and nice enough, 6'2, 195 lbs, brown hair, green eyes.

She mulled over it for a moment, and decided to accept.

"No, actually I don't, provided that my conference doesn't last long, so I'll take you up on that offer. Where would to care to meet?

He smiled, "Tell me, have you ever seen Mount Fabus? The manmade mountain that is over ten thousand feet in height... There is a wonderful restaurant on the summit, I can have a helicopter take us both there, if you'd like..." He nodded, "What say I drive you back to the conference and then I'll just wait around in the hotel and make the dinner arrangements while you're finishing up the talks?"

She smiled, her teeth gleaming.

"That would be marvelous, and thank you."

Falathiel got up, getting the wrinkles out of her dress.

He turned around so she didn't have to see him taking the wad of chew out of his mouth and he tossed it into the garbage. He nodded, "Shall we go then?" and escorted her down to his personal car, a 2004 FMW (Fabus Motor Works, just a ripoff of BMW, except the name is changed to Fabus. We also make the F-350, F-250, F-150 pickup truck, 'built fabus tough' is the motto) He opened the passenger door and helped her get in, then he walked around to the drivers side and got in. He started to drive towards the hotel where the conference was still going.

She got in, helped by Edward. The drive was much more pleasant then the one to the DIS had been.

He stopped outside the hotel and got out, he walked around and opened the door for her, "Here you are, ma'am", he said with a smile. "So I'll just wait around here and you call me on my cell phone number if I'm not around the car when the conference is over, sound good?" He handed her a card that his name and number on it.

Major Edward Ernst

Department of Internal Security Domestic intelligence Branch (DISDB)

555-555-5555


Ooc- (Yes he is a brother to Wilhelm Ernst and Fritz Ernst, bio for Edward to come soon)

She smiled and took his card.

"Thank you for your generosity in driving me back, and thank you for the dinner invitation. I'll call you shortly."

The ambassador waved and walked back into the conference room, taking her seat.

Herman Von Thaller immediately frowned at her and then shouted again, "Why are you back? Why are you not covered! What is going on here!"

"No need to shout, sir," she calmly informed him. "Everything was sorted out by Mr. Ernst. You have no need to worry. Now, can we proceed?"

He frowned, "Which Ernst? There are dozens of the Ernst family, and they're all known as doctor Ernst or their rank and then Ernst... I take it you mean Major Edward Ernst?"


Ooc- About Edward

Major Edward “Big Chaw” Ernst (30) A major in the Jackson City DISDB (Department of Internal Security Domestic intelligence Branch) He is a very nice and caring man with a nearly non-existent temper and a rather laid-back personality. He is known as “Big Chaw” because he always seems to have a large wad of Fabus Premium Leaf Chewing Tobacco stuffed in his mouth. He isn’t a very creative worker but he is efficient and always gets his assignments done with eagerness and above average quality. 6’2, 195lbs. Brown hair, green eyes. IQ 151.

Almárëa nodded.

"Yes, that would be the one."

Thaller frowned and spoke loudly, "Well, are you going to cover up... Just answer yes or no, don't preach your feminazi bullshit about equality and who is superior or inferior, oppression and such... Yes, or no, are you going to cover up?"

"Since Mr. Ernst said nothing about it, no."

Herman frowned and without warning he rushed her, grabbed both of her arms, overpowering her with his sheer strength, and he yelled, "This conference is on hold until this whore agrees to cover up as according to our most sacred laws!" He then dragged her off into a side room, leering at her as he did so.

The ambassador lashed out, trying to kick him. She clawed at him with her sharp nails, digging into his skin. Almárëa started yelling quite loudly.

"Get off of me this instant! You have no right to do this! Slime!"

None of the Mississippian men present made any move to stop him as he dragged her off.

When she dug her nails into him, he backhanded her hard in the face. He held a hand tightly over her mouth as he pushed the door closed with his foot, it locked behind him.

He eyed her up and down, "If you're going to act like a whore, well then should you not be treate like one..." He pointed to a bed in the corner of the room, "Lie down, whore..."

She spat in his face.

"Not on your worthless life."

He backhanded her so hard in the face that she fell sideways and stumbled, crashing into the wall... He grabbed both of her arms again and then threw her down on the bed, "I bet you want to cover up now, eh, whore?"

She was in pain, but she didn't care.

"Death before dishonor, you bastard man. My Empress will hear of this, have no doubt."

The man sighed, "I haven't done anything to you... Yet. I was just trying to scare you anyway... You're a whore though, remember that, get out of my sight before I change my mind..." He pushed the door open.

Her face contorted into an expression of rage. Her voice lowered dangerously.

"I have been called a whore for the last time. If you or anyone calls me it again, I will be very angry."

She marched out, head held high, back to her seat.

Bente could hear everything going on. She hoped this man wasn't a typical Mississippian... because he sure wasn't making them look good. "Well, since our... host seems diverted... what brings you here Archbishop?"

One of the Mississippian guards, a man sitting next to her, breath stinking of liquor, laughed, "The whore is back already! She must be a quick one eh?"


Thaller walked out, "I am satisfied the whore has learned her lesson... She will now demonstrate the proper way to cover up..." He held a garment outstretched in his hands, "You may begin at your leisure..."

Almárëa snarled at the guard, rage seething over her. She looked at Thaller and glared.

"I told you before, I will not wear it. Now, shall we continue? I have a dinner appointment."

Thaller jumped at that, "See, she has a date and she is not married! Whore! Whore!"

Ivers couldn't take it anymore. "Look here. She's already said she's not wearing it, and according to your own nation's law, both foreign diplomats and those of your own diplomatic corps are not required to wear it."

Ivers couldn't take it anymore. "Look here. She's already said she's not wearing it, and according to your own nation's law, both foreign diplomats and those of your own diplomatic corps are not required to wear it."


Ooc- Foreign diplomats are actually required to wear it when outside their own embassies or the embassies of nations that don't require they wear it. (This was cleared up on the thread about the dress code)

The ambassador smiled warmly at Ivers. To Thaller, she said,

"Oh stop it, you're making a fool of yourself in front of all these other diplomats," she waved a hand around the room to indicate what she was talking about. "I will not wear it, period, and in most other parts of the world it is considered perfectedly normal to go on a date when you're not married. How do woman court and meet men in this country?"

OOC: But it was cleared up after this began, no? So they're not going to change the policy in the middle of a meeting. It's not completely fair.

Ooc- Foreign diplomats are actually required to wear it when outside their own embassies or the embassies of nations that don't require they wear it. (This was cleared up on the thread about the dress code)

OOC: Really? Because I did not see that post.

The ambassador smiled warmly at Ivers. To Thaller, she said,

"Oh stop it, you're making a fool of yourself in front of all these other diplomats," she waved a hand around the room to indicate what she was talking about. "I will not wear it, period, and in most other parts of the world it is considered perfectedly normal to go on a date when you're not married. How do woman court and meet men in this country?"



He frowned, "Men meet women, men court women, this is not some backwards land where mice chase cats and plants eat animals... Typically a man sees a woman he is interested in, if she is married he sighs and moves along. If she is single and not engaged or promised to another, the man will approach her father and get permission to court her..."

"I understand what you are talking about. But people in my country generally do not need to go to a father to court his daughter. I am pretty sure most countries do this."

Bente barely managed to stop herself from breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. "Then that is the opposite..." she said when she recovered herself "Of how it was in Callisdrun hundreds of years ago. Back before the unification, it was customary for a woman to seel the approval of the mother of the man she fancied." She quickly scribbled down this interesting tidbit in her notebook. "How... different..."

The woman thought it was somewhat odd the way the Callisdruns had done it, but she kept her opinions to herself.

Thaller nodded and tossed the garment down on the ground, "Very well, if you insist on not wearing it..."


He walked back up to the front of the room, "As I was saying, so-called women's rights movements are often just a front for a witchcraft coven, they practice lesbianism, bestiality, and even..." He gasps, "Race mixing!" all the Mississippian men jump to their feet and start shouting, "Kill them all!" a few even fire pistols into the ceiling, "Death to the witches!"


One of the men looks at her, and glares, "She's a race-mixing witch, whore, get her!"


Thaller shouts, "Peace friends, hear me, peace!" the men calm down somewhat and sit back in their seats.

Thallers nods, "Thank you, as I was saying. We must make it clear that foreign ideas are not welcome in our nation, and people that are too foreign are also not welcome. Do you all understand what I mean?"

They all nodded, and then Thaller smiled, "I am therefore founding the Mississippian Coalition of Nativists, we can stop the bastardization and negroization of our pure white culture!"

The men snapped up and stood at attention as they started chanting, "Hail Fabus!" while they threw their left arms into the air.

Bente barely managed to stop herself from breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. "Then that is the opposite..." she said when she recovered herself "Of how it was in Callisdrun hundreds of years ago. Back before the unification, it was customary for a woman to seel the approval of the mother of the man she fancied." She quickly scribbled down this interesting tidbit in her notebook. "How... different..."



Thaller's eyes went wide with rage, he hovered over her, looming threateningly close to her, he pushed her down into her seat and shouted, "Keep your thoughts yourself, whore!" He slapped her in the face, "When men are talking, women are listening... Quietly!"

Almárëa sat back in her chair.

"What has a coalition of nativists or race-mixing have to do with any of this? We need a clear cut definition on what witches are and aren't. I never thought feminism or lebianism was considered witchcraft, but then again, this place is somewhat...odd."

"Sir, you need to be more flexible, if only slightly. When you ask for people to come and discuss something, you need to be considerate of what is considered right and not right. And there needs to be a memo about dress code," the ambassador told him, hiding a grin.

Thaller shrugged, "This conference has gotten little done today, too many whores." (He stared right at her as he said 'whore') "We will reconvene tomorrow afternoon... Enjoy your evenings everybody."


He turned and walked out of the room.

[QUOTE=Decisive Action]"
"Lesbianism, feminazism, women's suffrage, all are forms of modern witchcraft. As you know, we in Mississippi cure thousands of convicted witches each year (ooc- we cure them by using fire and stakes),

Ever stop to think, if they are witches why do they not use their "Witch magic" to escape?

Falathiel cheerfully smiled at his retreating back. Once he was gone, she pulled out her cellphone and the card Edward had given her and dialed the number.

Ivers jumped up. "Excuse me, but I will not tolerate her being treated in that fashion. You do not have the right to go slapping people around, especially not other people's spouses." He thought it would be best to voice his complaint as one of a displeased husband.

OOC: Damn, my reply came too late.

Thaller looked at him, "Obviously you don't discipline her enough, so somebody else had to do it for you... A shame, but necessary nonetheless.."



Meanwhile, Edward picked up the phone, "Falathiel, is the conference over already? Great, I'm right outside the main lobby door, the reservations are all set... I heard an awful lot of yelling, all the way from the lobby even... Somebody kept shouting 'whore', they weren't yelling at you, were they?"

Falathiel couldn't stop smiling.

"I do not believe Thaller thought that two 'whores' would be quite enough to frustrate him. At least, I hope he was frustrated. I'll be right there."

Hanging up and putting her cellphone in her briefcase, she walked to the lobby to meet Edward, heels clicking softly on the floor.

OOC: Damn, my reply came too late.


Ooc- We can go on the idea that they met up right outside the door of the conference room.

Falathiel couldn't stop smiling.

"I do not believe Thaller thought that two 'whores' would be quite enough to frustrate him. At least, I hope he was frustrated. I'll be right there."

Hanging up and putting her cellphone in her briefcase, she walked to the lobby to meet Edward, heels clicking softly on the floor.


Edward smiled when he saw her walking by, he frowned, "What the hell happened to you? Are you okay? It looks like somebody slapped you around, who did it?"

She touched her cheek, and shook her head.

"It's nothing, really, I've had much worse. I was not extremely popular in my youth."

Bente rubbed teh mark on her cheek. They were in quite a backward country. So far, she had done a good job keeping hidden the fact that she had fangs. If these people went hysterical just when she spoke, who knows how much they would freak if they saw those. She went over to Falathiel, while Ivers wrote down what had happened in his notebook. The King would be informed. Oh yes.

OOC: dammit, late again

Edward frowned, "Tell me who did this to you, please." he asked Falathiel. Suddenly he saw Thaller walking by, smiling, he immediately knew it was him who did it.

Edward walked right in front of Thaller's obvious path to the door, Herman stopped dead in his tracks right in front of Edward, "Oh hey buddy, you're in my way, mind moving?" Thaller asked Ernst..

Ernst shook his head and then immediately brought his right fist against Thaller's temple, sending him spinning back in a daze. He then gave him a roundhouse kick to the chest. Thaller jumped back and smashed his hand into Ernst's stomach, he would have knocked the wind out of him, but Ernst was a muscular man... Thaller headbutted him and drove him through a front glass window, the two men crashed down on the sidewalk outside. Ernst slashed Thaller across the chest with a piece of broken glass...


Thaller jumped back and flipped out a switchblade, motioning for Ernst to attack him.

Falathiel watched, her eyes darting from Thaller to Edward. Being an unpopular, stubborn youth, she'd gotten herself into a couple of fights, and came out most of them as victor. She knew better to distract them, especially when one of them had slapped her and probably wasn't afraid to do something worse.

Ivers and Bente noticed the commotion going on outside. It appeared that Thaller had gotten into a fight. They got closer and saw that he was fighting someone and Falathiel was very near, so she was probably somehow involved. They kept their distance. Ivers, noted it in his notepad, as he was not as good a fighter as Bente, while she got a little closer, still a safe distance away though.

Thaller dove at Ernst and knocked him down onto the ground, about ready to drive his knife into the man's neck, Ernst struggled to keep the knife away, finally being able to guide it down against the sidewalk before he was able to use his feet, jam them into Thaller's stomach and then propel him forward into a fire hydrant, head first, he was out cold.


Ernst stood up, tossed his ripped up sport coat aside and walked over to Falathiel, "Are you okay?"

He chuckled, "I have spare clothing in the car, let's get out of here, okay?"

Falathiel nodded, smiling at Edward. She followed him to his car, and gave Thaller a kick for good measure.

"Well," Bente said, "Looks like what goes around comes around." Ivers had noted the entire incident on his notepad, and he went over and picked up the switchblade before Edward and Falathiel left.

"Here," he said. "Maybe you should keep this. I think Thaller is probably not responsible enough to have it."
That said, he and Bente went back to their hotel.

Edward smiled at her, unlocked the car, opened the passenger side door, and then shrugged, holding out the keys, "Perhaps you'd like to drive? It's a damn fun ride and I'm somewhat dizzy from getting hit back there, what do you say?"

He went to the trunk and opened it, taking out his spare clothing.


Meanwhile, Thaller rolled over and finally stirred from his unconsciousness, sitting up rubbing his head... He withdrew a Walther PPK 380 pistol from a shoulder holster, and he then walked back to where his briefcase had fallen. He opened it up and took out the MP-5K that was inside, smacking the bolt forward to make sure it was loaded.

"My pleasure," Falathiel told him, taking the keys, sitting in the driver's seat and putting the keys in the ignition.

Bente heard something, so she and Ivers turned around. They saw Thaller with a gun. "Oh shit!" they both said in Callisdrunian.

Thaller walked slowly into the lobby and aimed his MP-5 at Bente and Ivers, "Where is the switchblade passed down to me from my father who got it from his father, who got it from his father. It is a priceless family heirloom and I want it back now..."

Falathiel, hearing Thaller's voice, stepped out of the car and turned to look at him. She rolled her eyes.

"Aiming a gun at foreign delegates in public isn't considered a smart idea. Then again, you're full of not so smart ideas. I suggest you two give him the knife and you leave them alone."

Edward finished changing and got into the passengers side, he smiled at her before saying, "I'm ready whenever you are. The car will tell you which ways to turn, the location of the helipad center is programmed into the GPS system..."

Getting back in the driver's seat, she laughed.

"This should be fun. Never been in a car like this."

As she pulled out, Thaller nodded to them, letting his gun lie limp in the sling, hanging down under his armpit. He shook his head, "Sorry about earlier, I think I might be drunk... I only had two glasses of that one mixed drink." (The drink he names contains four shots of liquor in each one)

He shook his head again, "Really sorry, perhaps I should start a crusade against alcohol... You two take care... I have to get back to the base, aerial testing for the prototype MiG-49 Kluxers are going to start soon."

With that, he walked off into the garage to try to figure out where he parked his car. He then decided he hadn't actually brought a car since he'd been driven here by a limousine he owned, and it was set to pick him up in two days because he was staying at the hotel for the entire conference since is speaking was the main point of the conference.

He finally found his way back up to his room and collapsed on the bed immediately after entering.

OOC: I'm out for the night. See ya'll later.

OOC: I'm out for the night. See ya'll later.


Ooc- Same here.

When they got to their room, Ivers and Bente transmitted a full report of the incidents to the diplomatic office in the capitol. Very strange it was. They then bantered on a bit about this strange place, watched a bit of TV and then got into bed and... did the things that couples do in bed. A they went to sleep, Bente commented on how horrid it would be if getting up early was another one of this people's peculiarities. Ivers agreed.

Meletia, as you know, considers itself an ally of Mississippi in the struggle against witchcraft. We also understand that the Commonwealth gives no guarantees of diplomatic immunity and have always been willing to abide by Commonwealth law when in the Commonwealth. However, the government of Meletia does object to the lack of diplomatic curtesy at the first meeting of the conference and the refusal of the Commonwealth host to allow argument. It was our understanding that the purpose of this conference was to debate a controversial issue. I have sent Mrs. Walsh home, at her husband's request. Miss Winter's father only approved of her staying after I gave him my oath as an officer to take extra care to defend his daughters virtue. Correspondingly, I am ordering her to remain at the embassy until things settle. I will attend tommorrow's meeting alone and intend to convey a report on these matters to Ambassador Ericsson.
-Colonel Paul Williamson

Field Marshal Reginald Smith was sitting in the smoking lounge, the tall and strapping field marshal who got his start in the paratroopers in 1980 and was with Curtis Fabus from 1983 onward. He was ranked as the most handsome of all public figures in Mississippi, and every woman pretty much wanted him. But the only woman he wanted, indeed the only woman he'd ever been with, was now his wife, and he was quite fine with that.

The others had noticed he walked with a bit of a limp in his left leg, and now he was smoking a cigar while drinking a glass of Schacht Imperial Brandy.


Ooc- Basically anybody who wants to debate or talk, this is the guy to speak to, Thaller is a fanatic, Smith is logical and listens to reason.

OOc:
Can I send an Elf? A female elf?

OOc:
Can I send an Elf? A female elf?

Hummm... Elf or just... Pointy eared & longlived?

~ ooc Ministry for curious affairs, DA

OOC:
A Dark Eldarian elf, from Warhammer. Pointy ears and longlived....

Which is what I meant :P

~ Frank Zander, the minister in question

OOc:
Can I send an Elf? A female elf?


Ooc- Go ahead.

After a rough ride, Silmesse Isandorne finds herself at the entrance to the conference. She asks the guards at the front that she needs to get in...

She is currently wearing the required "EF" dresscode...

The guards searched her garment and then passed her through a metal detector before clearing her to enter.

The captain of the guards detachment at the hotel nodded and smiled, "Ma'am, the conference has sort of died down for the night, most of the delegates are sleeping. But I think you might find Dr. Smith in the smoking lounge." He pointed which way it is.


Ooc- About Smith

Field Marshal Reginald “Bloody Hands” Smith (42) the commander of the 1st RG Division, “Judgment Day” Division of the Republican Guard. Tasked with overseeing “Operation Purification”. Born in Mississippi in 1963. American descended from English. Supported the idea for VX gas chambers. Ranked as the handsomest public figure in DA. A unit of RG soldier gave Smith his nickname in 1988 when he was a captain and in battle again Indians. It was noticed that he had a large amount of blood on his hands, because he had just personally executed ten captured Indian warriors. The name stuck and caught on; and now his friends in the high command call him “Bloody Hands” Smith. Smith is also the deputy commander of the Republican Guard Internal Security Army. Duke of Hinds County. Married and has a large number of children. 6'4, 198lbs. Red hair, blue eyes. IQ 162.

As she walked into the smoking lounge, looking at the bar, she asked if she could buy a drink of red wine....

Smith smiled at her and stood up and pulled out a chair for her. Once she sat, he sat back down and offered her a wine menu. He nodded, "So tell me, how was the flight? What exactly do you do in your nation? Are you a social expert, a religious figure, a scientist? What is your interest in our conference here..."

"I am a Mon-Keigh expert, currently studying the social fabrics of your society." She said coldly...

He frowned at her cold tone, "Is something wrong? You sound upset."

"I should be at home, instead of in this stinking pit!" She screamed.

OOC:
Silmesse Isandorne is a very melodramatic, sensitive elf. The whole Dark Eldar race as a whole regard humanity with animosity, taking primitive cultures slaves and torturing them for fun.

Smith chuckled, "Ah, so you don't like Mississippi?"

He frowned and pointed to the door, "Then leave..."

Suddenly Herman Von Thaller walked into the lounge, rubbing his head from his previous binge and the fight he'd been in earlier. He took one look at Silmesse and shouted, "In the name of all that is holy! A real witch! Call the guards, a real witch! Witch! Whore!"

"An elf actually. Although our society has no concept of satan."

Thaller shuddered, "No concept of evil? But there must always be evil and good, evil is the lack of good, and there is always evil..."

He sat down next to her and shook his head, "Such evil in the world? A dark eldar, I know what your people do..."

"Then know this, to rape me or kill me would provoke an eradication of your country, babies, children, women all living things in your country would be tortured and be taken in pain to Slaneesh, . From whence you would live out a lifetime after of constant excruciating pain."

Thaller shook his head, "I would do nothing to harm you... I am more worried that you'd seek to harm me or any of the other citizens here."


After Smith got up and walked on outside to get some fresh air while enjoying a cigarette, Thaller smiled at her and whispered, "Perhaps we got off on the wrong start, yes? Would you like to go somewhere more private and get better acquainted?"

"Whereabouts? That man seems slightly deranged."

Thaller smiled, "Oh, perhaps say... My room?"

Meanwhile, Anna Ormov, the daughter of the veteran ambassador Tania Ormov, had arrived at the conferance. This was to be the first real test of her skills, and it was time to prove to herself, to her mother, that she was able to handle the diplomatic pressure.

They had certainly picked a hard task for her, a conferance on Witch craft for heavens sake, you'd think that humanity had moved on in the last five hundred years. Of course there was another motive for attending, being a lesbian yourself makes you intrested in these issues.

Silmesse started smiling inwardly. She was under no circumstances going to sleep with this stranger. However, she would think of a sutiable response to give back.

"How about??? NO! I will not sleep with a mon-keigh, let alone a person that I just met!"

She started running back down the path. She could have fried his neural circuitry with her synapysal implant, but she had decided against it...

"This is Joseph Mladic of White Peoples Radio and Television Network. As you know, modern witchcraft is a growing problem. Under the guise of so-called 'women's rights' movements, modern witches worship satan, mate with demons and spirits, and practice abomination."

"Lesbianism, feminazism, women's suffrage, all are forms of modern witchcraft. As you know, we in Mississippi cure thousands of convicted witches each year (ooc- we cure them by using fire and stakes), and we would like to spread the ideals of anti-witchery to the nations that are willing to listen and accept them. Therefore, we are hosting a conference on witchcraft. The main attendees will be Colonel Herman Von Thaller and Field Marshal Reginald Smith."


Attendees:

1) Mississippi
2) The Island of Rose
3) Tanuio
4) Derscon
5) Emanara
6) Eldanor
7) The Parthians
8) Callisdrun

[OOC] As a Mississippian this role play makes me rather nauseated.

Thaller followed Silmesse and shouted, "I didn't say anything about that... I wanted to know if you'd join me in my room for a drink and a private discussion... I hate speaking about certain matters with others around..."



Smith was standing outside smoking a cigarette when the car with Anna Ormov pulled up. He moved the cigarette to his left hand and extended his right hand to shake, smiling, "Hello, I am Field Marshal Doctor Reginald Smith, and you would Ms. Ormov, yes?"

[OOC] As a Mississippian this role play makes me rather nauseated.


Ooc- You might be one of them outside agitators that settled in Mississippi after the so-called 'civil rights' movement (Special rights movement). Just a thought.

Silmesse still started running, easily outpacing Thaller... She had to laugh at his attempts to get her back. They were pitifull. But she had a room at the conference centre, ready for her....

That is correct. Good evening, now I believe there is a dress code I have to follow?

There was a subtle tone of sarcasm in her voice, though she was sure he wouldn't have heard it.

Thaller decided he'd use his genetic engineering to impress the woman, he easily managed to catch up to her in just a few seconds by activating his Adrenaline boosting glands that had served him so well in combat before. He smiled as he stopped right next to her, "Well, I didn't know we were going to be racing... Care for a drink then?"

(ooc- we genetically enhance most of our people, and some of the people who certain enhancements they can activate at will)



Smith frowned since he was very good at detecting even the most subtle of sarcasm, "What?" he snickered, "Too good to follow our dress code?"

He quickly shook his head, "Forgive me, that was rude... I should have been more polite about it... I am sorry, but you must follow the dress code as must everybody, here, put this on." He handed her a garment.

"You have cortexial adrenaline glands?" She said with an immpressed look on her face. "I had no idea that you had that technology."

She already wore long trousers and a coat, but she slipped on the the garnment without protest. Feeling hot and stifled, she decided to be direct and to the point.

How can you consider Feminism and Womens rights crime? Do you really think women inferior to men?

He nodded, "Yes, we have much great technology and many advancements... They were gained at a price though, enemies of the regime were used as medical test subjects... But their own inferiority doomed them from the start. Were the marxists better than us, we would not have been able to overpower them in the civil war, even though they outnumbered us by more than ten to one. We were truly the better ones..." He smiled, "I also have enhanced vision, it is part of what makes me such a great pilot, did you know in one aerial battle, I shot down 8 MiG-29s, 8 Mirage F1s, 4 F-16s, 4 F-14s and 112 MiG-21s."

She already wore long trousers and a coat, but she slipped on the the garnment without protest. Feeling hot and stifled, she decided to be direct and to the point.

How can you consider Feminism and Womens rights crime? Do you really think women inferior to men?


Smith frowned, "No, but we consider women delicate beings that need to be protected from the leering and urges of hormone crazed young men... Women too need to be kept from men until marriage, lest their purity be soiled."

"So what now then?"

Smith frowned, "No, but we consider women delicate beings that need to be protected from the leering and urges of hormone crazed young men... Women too need to be kept from men until marriage, lest their purity be soiled."

A typical lie. Women should have the choice to dress as they please. I only adhere to this ridulous law because I have too.

Thaller shrugged, "No idea, what do you want to do? You like hunting? I often find the best way to hunt is with a knife, usually against bears or sharks..."

A typical lie. Women should have the choice to dress as they please. I only adhere to this ridulous law because I have too.


He shook his head, and started to gesticulate with his hands, "No! No! No!" pounding his right fist into his palm with each 'no'. He sighed, "Women must not be allowed to corrupt the society as Eve corrupted man and caused his fall from God's graces."

She let out a snort. She was forgetting her mission, but she did not care, she was hot with rage.

Man corrupted himself. Did Eve tie Adam down and force him to eat the apple? Both had a choice.

She let out a snort. She was forgetting her mission, but she did not care, she was hot with rage.

Man corrupted himself. Did Eve tie Adam down and force him to eat the apple? Both had a choice.


Smith frowned, "She seduced him... There is only so much a man can do to resist, only so long one can hold out... She seduced him until he cracked. Seduction is a form of torture, really it is. But some of the muslim clerics I've spoken with believe that she fed him the apple as he slept, others believe she clubbed him over the head and forced him to eat it." He smiled as he shook his hand sideways, "There are many theories, but the general idea is the same, Eve was a whore and women caused the fall of man from the grace of God. But the son of God, the Lord Jesus Christ, God made man, was able to restore man to become capable of being in God's good graces again..."

He grinned, "See, woman destroyed the graces, and God in male form restored them... Do you see how it works?"

Bullshit, she thourght.

They were not aware that they were naked until they took Gods knowlage. Eve was seduced by knowlage, but she did not seduce Adam with sex.

The Nation of Alla Xul will indeed send a representative, but not to help the supposed "saving" or condeming of these witches.

We offer a citizenship to Alla Xul of any witch who is found, and we hope any other nations that are going to this conference regognize this.

Sincerly,
Alexander Reynolds
Minister of Religious Freedom


OOC: Just wondering, since it was never acknowledge, might I send a representative before the conference is up? If not, this message will be deleted.

Bullshit, she thourght.

They were not aware that they were naked until they took Gods knowlage. Eve was seduced by knowlage, but she did not seduce Adam with sex.


Smith looked at her, and slapped her across the face, "You dare question the word of the bible? Are you on drugs?"

OOC:...Ok, I'll just make my own entrance, then have you decide if I can stay or not.

IC:

Crucian Killmans' vehicle drove up to the entrance of the conference building, upon which four guards began checking it for any explosives and such.

Getting out, he walked into the building to find where he could drop off all his weapons, followed closely by his girlfriend.

"I hope this proves to be entertaining..." He muttered to himself, already plotting ways to harm any moron who tried to harm her.

Smith looked at Anna and frowned, he pointed to a man, obviously a muslim cleric, standing nearby. He called him over, the man immediately shook the woman's hand

Smith smiled first and said, "Anna Ormov, this is Sheik Mohammed Al-Munajid from Alexandria in Mississippian Egypt."

The sheik smiled at the two, Smith smiled back, "We were just speaking about women's rights."

The sheik immediately started speaking

"Say a man comes home from work and finds his wife watching TV. She doesn't even get up to make him food. He tells her once, twice, and asks again. If only once he would raise his voice and beat her, she would get up to prepare food for him and by the next day she'd be obedient. This will last for a week and when she forgets, he will remind her. Let's admit it, the woman was created from a crooked rib."


Smith nodded, "Yes indeed she was created from a crooked rib, but beatings may hurt women, they are fragile creatures... I've never raised my hand to my wife, and she is perfectly obedient."

The sheik nodded and replied, "Our civil law and Islamic law do not present wife-beating as a rule, but they deal with a situation where a man beats his wife. What should we do then? My friend, if you beat your wife and it's only light beatings in order to set things straight - that's it. We forgive light beatings. We tell him, "They are not considered an assault, but discipline."

Smith looked puzzled, "What do you mean by light beatings?"

The sheik was happy to reply, "Light beatings are not excessive. They don't leave a mark, don't break bones, don't cause bleeding, and don't cause death. These are light beatings. With some women - nothing helps except beatings."


Smith nodded and looked at Anna, "Does that clear anything up for you? You clearly needed to be slapped for your insolent disrespect for the word of God... None, be they man, or woman, may question His will. What say we all go get a cup of coffee?"


Ooc- I will greet the Alla Xul shortly, I need to get to work. If I have spare time there, I can use my computer there to do some posting, but no promises.

OOC: Right oh, works for me. I'll just post my entering the conference room (weapon free, of course) and then I'll wait.

IC:

Crucian Killman walked inside, his girlfriend, Megan, following closely behind.

Upon seeing him, guards moved in, causing Crucian to sigh.

Putting his hands inside his trench coat, he pulled out two very large submachine guns and handed them to the guards, followed by two semi-automatic pistols, and two Uzi's.

The guards looked bewilldered at this, wondering just how he carried so much on him.

Before he moved on, Crucain shot a glance back at Megan, who was being held against a wall by a guard.

"Whore! Cover yourself!" One yelled.

Crucian let out a growl.

The guard looked over at him, just to meet his fist.

"The next person who tries that loses his right to life." Crucian hissed, and continued on with her.

OOC: Crucians description: 6'6, green eyes, long pure white hair, with gorilla like mucsles. Genetically enhanced from birth in Military Conditioning program. Near perfect soldier.

OOC: Right oh, works for me. I'll just post my entering the conference room (weapon free, of course) and then I'll wait.

IC:

Crucian Killman walked inside, his girlfriend, Megan, following closely behind.

Upon seeing him, guards moved in, causing Crucian to sigh.

Putting his hands inside his trench coat, he pulled out two very large submachine guns and handed them to the guards, followed by two semi-automatic pistols, two automatic pistols, and two Uzi's.

The guards looked bewilldered at this, wondering just how he carried so much on him.

Before he moved on, Crucain shot a glance back at Megan, who was being held against a wall by a guard.

"Whore! Cover yourself!" One yelled.

Crucian let out a growl.

The guard looked over at him, just to meet his fist.

"The next person who tries that loses his right to life." Crucian hissed, and continued on with her.

OOC: Crucians description: 6'6, green eyes, long pure white hair, with gorilla like mucsles. Genetically enhanced from birth in Military Conditioning program. Near perfect soldier.


Ooc- semi-automatic pistols are the standard pistol, automatic pistol is a term thrown around too much to describe things like the Beretta 92. An automatic pistol is a "machine pisol" (MP-5) actually a sub-machine gun. And anyway, fitting two uzis (could be micro uzis, or mini-uzis) with all that other stuff is no big deal.


Ic-

One of the guards, a man 6'8, loomed over Crucian, this man was massive and held a folding stock AKM rifle in his hands, but he didn't need it, he was a one man army on his own, trained in the deadliest of SRG hand-to-hand techniques. He smiled as he trained the rifle at Crucian, "My name is Captain Arthur Nelson, perhaps you've heard of me? I think you are asking for trouble..." He jammed Crucian into the wall and held the gun like a steel pipe, pressing into Crucian's chest and keeping him from expanding his chest to breathe, Nelson then punched him hard in the temple. He smiled and stepped back, two more guards training their pistols on him.

Nelson shook his head, "I think he's learned his lesson... Don't start off on the wrong foot, or else!"

He smiled, "As for the woman... Arrest her."

Two other guards handcuffed her and started to drag her off to a car waiting outside.


Ooc- However strong Crucian may be, Nelson is either equally strong or slightly stronger, he's genetically enhanced as well, and has about ten years of experience in the Special Republican Guard (SRG). So if they do get into a fistfight or something, it'll be very good, and probably very close.

I, Father Theodore Caulfield of The Theocracy of The Sacred Realm, wish to attend.

The world must be made safe for theocracy...

OOC: Any chance of getting involved? This does actually seem like a very interesting RP.

As the guards approached Megan, the second man that had been parking his car correctly (Crucian never really was good with designated spots...) walked in, and handed capitan Nelson a file, with one million dollars inside.

"Terribley sorry for that, Crucian is a little quick to anger. I do believe that will cover the fine. Now, if you will hand the two over to me, we have a conference to get to, and I would hate to start more violence here."

While waiting for the guards to unhand the two, he continued. "And, I do believe your actions are somewhat...flawed here. The violence taken against my lords spouse was uncalled for, all you needed to do was ask. Now, may be aviod futher confruntation, or do we need to address your superiors."

Meanwhile, Crucian closed his eyes tightly, focusing his energy on recovering. His mind began to clear, thanks to years of training in the Alla Xul special forces (which is NOT something you want to grow up to. Civil rights aren't something they're famous for).

Getting up, he shrugged off the pain and then moved in to get Megan, which was realitively easy for him.

OOC: Stronger, possibley. But conditioning from birth (Crucian is 36, and began military training at four years old) through not-quite-so-safe bio-engineering is something else. Still, it would be an impressive fight.

The guns I was referring to are as follows:
The two submachine guns: More referring to Assualt rifles, the C8 Carbine
The two semi-automatic pistols: Desert Eagles (if I'm wrong here, I'll change it to single action)
Followed by two Uzi's

Nelson snapped his fingers and they let the woman go, he smiled at Crucian, "You're a big guy, we should box someday... Oh well, enjoy the conference you two."

OOC: I'll be back on later tonight, I must go for now.

IC:

Crucian spun out a small card, with his number on it. "I'm up for when you are." He said, a slight smile reaching his face.

With that, the two entered the conference room, while the man before bowed slightly, and left to the hotel room he had booked.

Smith looked at her, and slapped her across the face, "You dare question the word of the bible? Are you on drugs?"

Anna returned the blow, a foot to the mans groin.

Prehaps you haven't heard, but Momanguise is the worlds oldest christian nation. We know what the Bible actually means, unlike some jumped up redneck.

Anna returned the blow, a foot to the mans groin.

Prehaps you haven't heard, but Momanguise is the worlds oldest christian nation. We know what the Bible actually means, unlike some jumped up redneck.


He smiled, not even fazed by the kick, (he is wearing a crotch cup) he smiled wider as he started to talk, "I always come prepared for the worst." He then smacked her again and grabbed both of her hands, wrestling them into control as he frowned, "You really need to learn manners, woman... I suggest you learn quickly."

The sheik chuckled, "Teach her some manners!"

Smith shook his head, "No, I am married, and besides, that form of discipline is wrong. I couldn't do it."

She gritted her teeth and snarled at him.

You dare touch me again and it'll mean war. You hear me?

He nodded, "I agree, I, Reginald Smith will not lay a hand on you, you have my word."


With that, he smiled at the Sheik who then proceeded to strike her with such force that she fell over and crashed into a nearby support column.


Reginald chuckled as he offered his hand to help her up, "Do you see now why manners are important? You offended our good friend he sheik, you don't want to do that, do you?"

The sheik smiled, "Infidel woman, you must realize women are to respect men... What are you, some sort of lesbian, that is witchcraft!"

Her hair fell over her face, and she screamed at him,

Go fuck yourself you fucking traitor. You call yourself a Muslim? You've fucking well done it now, either you kill me and it means war or you let me go and it may just be sanctions. This is your last bloody warning.

Crucian walked in, surveying the area, and saw/heard the conflict that was going on.

He gave a quick motion for Megan to follow a good distance behind, and rushed over, offering his hand to her.

"Might you be able to explain why this woman has been hit repeatedly to me?" He hissed, giving an ice cold glare that would send a chill down even the mst experiance soldier.

The sheik frowned at her and nodded, "If you insist, infidel... Oh well, you and Reginald should go to the conference now, yes?"


Reginald put his arm gently around her and smiled, "Come on now then, big smiles, no harm done, eh. Shall we go inside then?"

She threw his arm aside.

I may just come to the rest of the conference, she hissed, but first there is a phone call I have to make.

Smith nodded, "Okay, the phones are in that way." He points to a series of phones inside the hotel.

She drew a satelite phone,

I have my own. Now if you leave me alone, I may re-consider what I am about to say.

Smith nodded as he turned to leave, "If you need anything, anything at all, a drink or cigarette perhaps, just ask... I'll be in the smoking room." He then walked inside the hotel and into the smoking lounge.

She was shaking with adreniline and rage, the sheer audacity of the man! Well he would pay, she would see to that. She literally punched in the international number, and waited for a reception. A pleasant female voice answered the call.

Hello, this is the house of the Premier. I'm afraid that he is not available for....

Tania cut in, her voice harsh.

Don't give me that bullshit, I know he's bloody available. It's Anna Ormov, code 4938201.

There was a verbal gulp on the other end of the line.

Right away miss.

Two thousand miles away, Ernesto Sanchez was called from a trade briefing to answer the call. The moment he heart Anna's name he knew something was wrong, and he cursed himself. He was such a bloody fool! Letting such a young and impressioned girl go to Mississipi, he angrily knocked some papers from his desk and let them settle around him. When he answered, his voice shook with worry.

Anna, oh my God Anna what on earth has happend?

On the other end of the line Anna opened her lips to speak.

Smith sat in the smoking lounge, waiting for her to finish her conversation on the phone and hoping she'd not be too mad that he slapped her a few times.

bump

Smith sat in the smoking lounge, waiting for her to finish her conversation on the phone and hoping she'd not be too mad that he slapped her a few times.

Anna came through and sat down. The call made. Inside she was seething, but after what she had told Sanchez she doubted that they would dare try anything. She waited, not smoking nor drinking, she had a hipflask like her mother, but unlike her mothers it was filled with water not cognac.

Smith smiled at her and sighed, "Forgive me about earlier please... I was... I was..." He could barely bring himself to say it, then suddenly he said it quickly, "Wrong, I was wrong..."

Falathiel tried to spark up a chat with Edward while she drove.

"So, where are we going again?"

Smith smiled at her and sighed, "Forgive me about earlier please... I was... I was..." He could barely bring himself to say it, then suddenly he said it quickly, "Wrong, I was wrong..."

Again Anna snorted. The man was both a bigot and an idiot.

Aye you were very, very wrong. And you will pay the price, one way or another.

He frowned at her, "What do you mean, pay the price one way or another... Did you put a hit out on me?"

She gave a short, cruel laugh,

Is that fear? Well fear not. Killing you would be terribly crude. No, I imagine we will find something to back at you. Didn't they teach you not to hit people at school? Especially not diplomats.

Crucian walked over to Anna, making a slight bow out of respect. "Crucian Killman, dictator of Alla Xul, accomplised War Veteran, at your service madam."

Giving a slight glance at Smith, he turned back. "Should you ever require any assistance for anything, do not hesitate to call."

Handing her a card with his number, he walked off, trying to find a bar of some sort. He needed a drink.

Unfortuantely, due to recent developments within Prussia, I will not be able to send delegates to the meeting.

Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III
Arch-Chancellor of Greater Prussia

Rostam entered the smoking lounge of the hotel and sat down in one of the club leather chairs. He motioned to the waiter, "Excuse me, I'd like one of your finest cigars and a glass of cogniac."

Bente Katarindatter and Ivers Erlander entered the conference. They both quietly sat down, accutely aware of their lateness.

Silmesse woke up and got dressed, she then walked down to the conference room and sat in a large chair, drinking wine...