NationStates Jolt Archive

With is his work for the day finished, Harold Armstrong sat back in his chair and looked out his window at the courtyard below. In light certain events, more important the growing instability in the Cave region, the government of Tappee had decide it was now time for the entirety of Cave regions members to sit down a talk. At no point of Cave’s existence had all of it members had sat down for an open dialog.

Now more then ever a united front was required to deal with the harsh realities that each nation was facing. Two years of war had left Tappee’s military beleaguered and over stretched. Not to mention the Terrorist situation that both Iaceo and Tappee were dealing with. King Baraca if Calnuxia was facing harsh internal opposition to his purpose reforms, enough to bring the country to near stand still. Add to that the news that an economic meltdown may be occurring in Tappee’s oldest and closet ally of Eruditio, a situation that if left unchecked could also cause a political meltdown.

So in a last ditch effort the first annual Cave Region Economic and Political Conference (CREPC) had been created. Due to security issues, the conference would be located at the Kings palace in Calnuxia. However, despite the fact that a conference had been called, Harold worried that not all members would actually attend.

Calnuxia’s attendance had been assured when they agreed to host the conference, the others he was not so sure about. Given Iaceo’s and Tappee’s colored past there were those in the Iaceo government that do not look fondly upon Tappee. As for Eruditio, the government had taken a position of isolation follow the Cave Crisis, and not much was even known about their current government, their attendance was questionable.

Despite all that the invitations had been sent out, and all he could do was wait for everyone to show up.

As the Iaceo diplomatic flight made it’s final bank into the airport, it fighter escort broke off in a thunderous roar. After recent event security in the region was now at an all time high, and no chance was taken. Within a few minutes the plane was safely on the runway pulling up slowly towards the terminal. As the plane powered down a ramp was extended up toward the main passenger door, allowing the occupants to make their way to the ground.

Making his way down off the ramp was Leon Gartenl, leaders of Iaceo’s opposition party and one of the countries most powerful politicians. He was here today to act as the Iaceo representative for this conference, with the recent attacks the government structure was in ruins, as such he was the only person that was available to attend.

Walking impatiently he made his way through the lobby approaching the standard diplomatic greeting party. “It would appear that the Tappee reps are to busy to meet with us” said Leon sarcastically to one his aids.

“Well given the current state of things” quickly answered the aid ignoring Leon’s sarcasm “I would be rather surprised if they were here to meet us, they have more pressing matters to contend with.”

“Imperialist dogs” said Leon under his breath moments before being greeted by the reception

An armoured escort arrives at the enterance of the Kings palace in Calnuxia. Grand Adjudicator Karnos Shadowstalker of Nekado steps from the black limo escort and approches the grand gates. He awaits patiently to be admitted into the palace and join the Cave delegates.

Sounds of footsteps echoed through the empty halls as King Baraca Dijion walked towards the castle main entrance.

As the door open he took a moment to enjoy the warmth of his face, it was then that he realized that he been spending to much time in doors. However, given the current situation it was to expected, there had never been such a troubling time in living memory. It was a close friend that had told that only in times like this that leaders true strength presented themselves, a friend who’s life now hung in the balance. Deep down he knew that he was doing the right things by hosting this conference, chaos had spread across the region and only together could they fight through it.

Baraca was dresses in his traditional ceremonial robes, his wings extended gracefully outward from behind the robe. At his side was the Sword of Power, a weapon the could only be carried by the ruler of Calnuxia. Casually he made his way down the stairs, as he reached the base of the steps the gate opened up allowing those waiting on the other side passage through the castles court to the castle main entrance.


When the gate finished opening, the guards led those who where waiting to step. Stepping off the step Baraca took a few step forward “I am King Baraca Dijion of Calnuxia, and while you are here, you will be my guests. If you please follow me I’ll show to your quarters.”