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(OOC1: This is only open to the following nations:

Hamptonshire
BitingReality
Praetonia
Rome West
The Island Of Rose
Nova Hope.

Source: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=365631&page=1&pp=40 )

IC: As the conference hall opened, Girogius Redomius sat at the door in anticipation. The hall, Caesaria-Manium's largest convention hall, was designed to hold 5,000 people, but Redomius organized the meeting to take place in the hall's largest board room, fitted for ten people and with a snazzy, plasma-screen 70-inch TV where he hoped he'd show a graphic of the sea. From there he'd use the graphic to visually draw the borderlines on the sea, so that the delegates could see right before their eyes their proposals, allowing everyone to make informed choices. However, Redomius knew snazzy graphics was not going to win the day- compromise and fairness would. He hoped that with the response he got this would happen- all he had to do is wait.

(OOC2: Conference is beginning. Just RP your arrival.)

Sir Alan Smith (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/79390d4a.jpg), Lord Protector of Colonial Collective of Greater McClellen made his way toward the conference hall, brushing the lint off his crimson jacket before he entered the Hall.

If the participants in this conference were all regional Manium powers, he wouldn't have come. According to the Articles of Collectivization, McClellen and the Southern Military Colonies had sovereignity in all domestic and intra-Manium affairs. The "Colonial Collective of Greater McClellen" existed for the purposes of mutual defense, foreign affairs, and for the rather straight forward purpose of allowing the Interior Ministry of Hamptonshire to more easily control the massive territories.

He was open to compromise but he had certain ideas that must be addressed. His concern was to leave the Interior Sea (as it is called by McClellenites) free to open commerce and free from war.

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"Hello Mr. Smith. Glad to see you," said Redomius as he greeted Hamptonshire Delegate, giving him a nice, firm handshake. "Your time will be well spent here."

"Can our servants get you anything?"

"Hello Mr. Smith. Glad to see you," said Redomius as he greeted Hamptonshire Delegate, giving him a nice, firm handshake. "Your time will be well spent here."

"Can our servants get you anything?"

Sir Alan returned the firm handshake and flashed his trademark smile, "It's actually Sir Alan. I'm a Grand Commander of the Order St. Ignatius...wounded three times in battle you know."

He paused to order servant to get him an iced tea. "I was on the Alecian Frontier in Nova Excelsior, the extreme southern boarder. I was with a sqaud of my best chums...we were proud members of the 3rd Pathfinder Regiment, Royal Marines...and we came under fire from a group of Alecian tribal rebels.

Of course I lept into action," Sir Alan was now in a crouching position, recreating his actions all those years ago. There was many things Sir Alan wasn't- a drunkard, a liar but he was always full of himself. He was conceited or pompus, but his stories of his past always provided a room with good entertainment. "I wrestled hand to hand with an Alecian. He must have been at least seven feet tall..." Sir Alan sensed that he was starting the lose the interest of his audience.

"Well, I'm here and that's how it ends. I must inform you that I have been in contact with the delegation from The Island of Rose before I arrived here. We have come to an agreement on several terms. While I am prepared to compromise there are certain areas that I will not surrender."

"My mistake Sir Alan. Please, we would like to hear you finish your story," said Redomius, who did not believe a word he said. "It will at the very least pass the time before the rest of the Delegates arrive."

The Prime Minister of Neo Praetonia, Platius Pilus, visibly sneered at this disgusting display of pomposity, "Pompous little Hamptonian moron..." he whispered to his Aide De Comp, "His Grace over there wouldnt even have been there if Hamptonshire had any sense of honour," he continued mockingly, and then walked off to find the Roman ambassador.

"Good morning, Redomius," he interupted, "I must say I've been looking foward to this meeting for some time. It's excellent of your government to arrange it."

Just as Redomius finished talking the Praetonian delegate walked right into the room. "I'm sorry Sir Alan", Redomius said, "but I must greet this new delegate. I would very much like to hear your story some time though."

"Hello Mr. Pilus! Good to see you!", said Redomius, again giving a nice firm handshake. "We have also been looking forward to this Conference for quite some time. Please, make yourself at home."

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The BitingRealitan Delegate, Gregson Carpathon, entered with a scowl on his face. He didn't like the Romans, and he certainly didn't like the idea of this conference, but the head government at Pirus egged him on, as they hoped they could use the conference as a means to dominate the sea, which the BitingRealitans called "The Sea of Glory". The BitingRealitans had been silent for a while on Manium following the conflict with The Island Of Rose, but here they wanted to make their voice heard loud and clear.

Walter Porson walked into the room slowly, his cane clicking on the floor as he walked. A steady and regular pace Walter was strong for a man in his ate fifties. His body browned by years of living in the tropics of Nova Hope Walter looked younger than he was. Removing his Fedora from his salt and pepper mop he smiled cautiously at the already engaged delegates. Toting a small black satchel there was an awkward pause as he shuffled everything to his left hand, to extend his right in a friendly hand shake.
“Gentlemen.” Offering his hand to each member present he spoke their names, whether in greeting or merely to entrench them in his memory.

OOC: Sorry bout the delay, a paper waylaid me. I’m good to go now.

Redomius continued to stand by the entrance, greeting the delegates as they came in. His next delegate was Gregson Carpathon from BitingReality.

"Hello Mr. Carpth-" Redomius said to Carpathon, who just walked right on by without even making a glance at the Roman.

"Man, who peed in his Corn Flakes?" Redomius muttered to himself.

Next was the Noviet delegate Walter Porson, who was much nicer than Carpathon. "Hello Mr. Porson! Great to see you!" he said, extending his customary firm handshake. "You look great! All that time in the Noviet sun has really paid off."

OOC: I think that's all of us minus The Island Of Rose.

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What are we waiting for?

The Island Of Rose to show up.