NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: The following RP is entirely IC Secret and the knowledge obtained here cannot be used by anyone except Guild members. This is also a meeting of The Grand Council. Thus, no mentioning ICly of the First Secret IC between me and The Parthians.

The following are those invited:
Fascist Confederacy
The Parthians
Deathsquad 19
Foolish Pesants
Lachenburg
FCD
NaziStalin

Please RP landing at The Guild HQ in Der Vatterland (The Fatherland - Main area of The Confederacy). You should RP landing on a small island in Splinter County. No planes bigger than a Gulfstream. And please, you can rp as some of the KSS Guards telling you not to enter The Meeting Hall, I need all attendees to wait in a lounge outside of it. Thank you, and enjoy.

Secret IC From Here On:
The Czar stood in his large room on the island. He was adorning himself with the Grand Furtive Guilding Attire, the same attire the Shah of Parthia had. It was made of fine silk with pulverised gold woven into the silken strands. A single guard entered upon the Czar's request, "When they begin arriving. Please, instruct them to wait outside of the Grand Council Room. Also, if they haven't already adorned their Guilding Attire, instruct them to do so. Thank you." "Very well, Herr," utterd the guard as he left.

Charles (The Czar) was anxious for the first official meeting of The Guild. He wished to discuss many topics this evening: From spirituality to eugenics programs, and all between.

He slowly pulled the clothe around his neck, clasping it shut with a deep breathe to assure the tightest fit. It clasped and jerked, tightening around his cephalic connection. He was ready. When the rest began to arrive he would meet them in the lounge and wait for them all to get dressed and ready. He sat down on the large bed, pondering... The Czar slowly pulled the large, golden and silver encrested Ressurection Cross from his bedpost, placing it around his neck. Charles sat and waited, pondering of the things about to occur, of the plans he had for the secretive society...

Bump for members.

Leon Vladimirovich Covski, Partyleader of the FCD, looked out through the window. He was sitting in a small private jet plane, about to land at the Guild HQ on a small island, the name of which was unknown to him. He was already dressed in his formal attire, which truth be told made him slightly uncomfortable. Sure, it was fitting enough, but this was not the type of clothes he would usually wear. He almost imagined his two bodyguards giving him funny looks.

The entire Guild itself interested him. An obviously modern alliance such as this, yet with such an unusual dress code? And the fact that only leaders of nations were allowed to come. Truth be told, he had rather sent a member of the Party, but it didn't really matter. He looked out through the window again, as the plane touched down on a small airfield.

The plane touched down gently, and as soon as it had stopped, he made his way towards the exit, accompanied by his bodyguards. On the ground, he found himself being escorted to a lounge which he was told was just outside the meeting hall, and told to wait. He sat down, looking around, while his bodyguards remained standing. He seemed to have been the first one to arrive.

A JRV Government Gulfstream liner jet touches down in Der Vatterland after receiving security clearance. The Rt. Hon. Silvia Cartwright, Vice-Chancellor of the Republic of JRV, emerges with Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade, John Hunt. Four ministry officials and three Diplomatic Protection Service officers accompany them. KSS guards on the runway greet the party and checked for weapons, the DPS officers cooperate and hand over their sidearms as requested. They are then escorted inside the HQ and made to wait in a lounge outside of the Meeting Hall.

Silvia: "I shall be happy when we are back home..."
John: "Indeed, m'lady..."

OOC: No one pay attention to JRV's post. He wishes to be removed from The Guild Heirarchy.

IC:
As Leon Vladimirovich Covski entered the lounge, Charles pulled on his white gloves over both hands. He noted that his attire was much mor ornate than Mr. Covski's. "Ah, hello Leon? It is Leon correct?" He extended a hand to Mr. Covski. "The other's should arrive shortly. Would you like a drink, cigar, anything?" The Czar snapped for an aid to bring them over a Facses (Best cigar purchasable in The Confederacy), the Czar's container of custom rolled cigerettes, and two small glasses of Brandy. "Well Herr. Covski, what do you think of this so far?"

Covski rose as the Czar entered the lounge.

"Leon is correct, yes.", he said, smiling, as he shook Charles' hand. He gratiously accepted ths cigar and the glass of brandy, and sat himself down, feeling more at ease.

"This seems quite promising indeed", he answered as he took a sip of brandy. "I'm quite certain this will be a great opportunity for all parts involved." He smiled. "Heh, I did wonder a bit about these robes, though. They seem quite unusual for a modern alliance like this, if I may say so. I must say, they are quite stylish, in fact."

"It's part of a ritualistic way of The Guild," Charles utters while gently sipping his alchohol. He places a cigerette between his lips as he gently closes the container. An aid beside him quickly withdraws a lighter, lighting the tabacco filled treat. "You will notice, that alot of the things in The Guild are ritualistic."

"Yes, I believe I have begun noticing this." Covski let the aid light his cigar as well. "Tell me, these rituals of the Guild, where do they originate? I was under the impression that the Guild was a newly formed alliance, isn't it?"

Covski puffed his cigar, while smiling friendlily at the other man.

"Most of them originated as ancient rites, but some of them are newly formed rituals. Yet, most of them come from Nordic and Indo-Aryan culture." The Czar took a quick drag from his cigerette,"How's the cigerette."

"This cigar is quite exquisite. It is locally produced?" Covski puffed. "Nordic, you say? In fact, a large part of the population in the Federation is of Scandinavian heritage. I even speak Swedish fluently."

OOC: I'm sorry to say, but The Guild has been disbanned. I'm currently amidst a complex RP on another site, thus, I don't have the time for this extensive operation.