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The honored President of Bergist, Joseph Krane, would like to invite the international community to an grand banquet in the heart of Ville de la Coeur. Ville de la Coeur, the capitol of the Bergistian artisan community is widely acclaimed as perhaps one of the most beautiful cities in all the country, retaining both great natural grandeur from the many parks and picturesque mountain backdrop, and amazing architecture, much of it centuries old. The reason for this invitation? After years of construction and set-up, the largest art museum to open in Bergist is at last prepared for the public. But first, Mr. Krane has a special offer for the respected national leaders of the world. The museum has been modeled after the great residences of past kings, complete with a recreation of a massive dining hall. And just this once, this room will see use, before it is roped off and set as another display. The finest chefs in all of Bergist have been flown in for this occassion, and all who would desire as much may walk the vast corridors of the museum and observe the most stunning of Bergistian art. This is, of course, free of charge. We do hope the international community would join us in this unveiling.

ooc: For the landscape of Ville de la Coeur, think vaguely like Switzerland...or better yet Annecy, France.

IC:

We would ask what kind of art would be on display, we hope none of it is of the 'Modern' variety and that none has any form of 'Satanic' or Anti-Christian influences behind it.

-Random Guilder Bureaucrat

OOC:How many capitalist nations will be there?

The art has a decidedly historic aspect for the most part, depicting the great events in Bergistian history since the founding of Dareille, the nations first true "city". There are artistic ventures into events such as the Scaling of the Stone Golemn (a local reference to the first expedition up the highest peak of our surrounding mountain range), as well as slightly more modern events, including even the horror following the bombing of Bergist but a few decades ago. We do not believe the subject matters would be considered offensive in anyway. And we assure you, these are some of the most impressive artists Bergist has to offer, many schooled not only within our country, but studying under teachers from throughout the world.

ooc: Not sure how many capitalists will be there...don't know who's coming yet.:)

OOC:TG me when you know...

OOC: Well I am a Hardline Capitalist.

IC:

We would be happy to send someone to attend.

-Random Guild Bureaucrat

OOC: Good good....-smirks evily- I think you know why i'm smirking ;)

OOC: Wouldn't recommend doing anything. :)

Remember what Al-Kabah says goes.

The Superior Emperor of Hobbeebia would like to attend to dinner. If it would be ok.

Preparations were coming along nicely in Ville de la Coeur. There had been a major influx of military personnel to ensure safety during this grand dinner. Now it wasn't unusual to watch three or four fighter jets flying defensive patterns over the city. U.S.S.B. soldiers patrolled the block surrounding the art museum, to be christened L'art de les Gens. Each stood bearing B-25 rifles, something of a much upgraded M-16, each wearing heavy kevlar armor. And yet none seemed horribly threatening. The people of Ville de la Coeur went about their daily business as usual, with little more than a polite nod or smile to the armed men.

Not far away, a helicopter pad sat with just as many men, awaiting the arrival of the foreign diplomats.

The queen would be happy to send an Overlord Sliver to attend. Always eager to establish friendly relations with our neighbors in Creation, we can assure you, the Overlord will be most polite and friendly, dispite outward appearences.


OOC: An overlord Sliver is a giant Snake like creature, with five heads, and five arms, with one Blade like Talon on the end of each arm instead of a hand. They also only have one mind.

ooc: Bloody 'ell, I can tell I'm home sick with the flu...I've been meaning to post this as my other nation...Bergist...lol...for this thread, hereby pronounce al-Kabah as Bergist...because in my language "al-k" makes the b sound;)

ooc: Thats better...heh.

IC:
Please do attend, any and all! We welcome all with an appreciation for food and art.

The Emperor Carl Oboneo of Hobbeebia will attend

A mysterious wormhole opened up near the helicopter, and out of it slithered an Overlord Sliver. This one happened to be silver in color. Its heads though were diffrent colors, one blue, one white, one black, one green, and one red.

"Hello, I am an Overlord sliver from Riptide. I believe there was a dinner somewhere around here?" The black head hissed in a friendly manner, in perfect fluent english.

OOC: Wouldn't recommend doing anything. :)

Remember what Al-Kabah says goes.

Well of course I will ask before doing anything...I just need to know how many Caps will be there..

The heads of about fifteen soldiers whipped around at once as the wormhole opened, several of them dodging away to safer positions. A handful took positions behind nearby barrels and crates, all of them muttering prayers or pleas to whatever was coming through the wormhole. When the Overlord appeared few recognized it as a grand improvement to what they had envisioned appearing through the wormhole. When it spoke, a few embarassed chuckles came from behind these same barrels and crates. Colonel Javence Ibulvenich made is way forward with all the certainty he could muster.

"Yes...sir. There is a transport waiting right down at the end of this walkway."

He indicated down a short pathway where a sizeable limo awaited. Two soldiers stepped up to flank the Overlord on his walk to the transport.

"I did not mean to startle anyone, and for that I apoligize. Thank you for the transport though." The Black Head hissed again.
"That is quite a sizeable Limo, I should be able to fit without a problem." the red head Hissed.

The Overlord slithered down to the Limo, and got inside. Inside, unable to use Humanoid seats, the Sliver simply wound himself up tight and sat on the Floor. Recognizing the importance of seatbelts, the sliver made a telekinetick barrier over itself to prevent itself from moving. Heads barely making the roof, the Sliver waited until they arrived.

OOC: back inlike five hours. Until then, The sliver is simply doing the norm, you know, eating the dinner, making small talk, nothing real important.

I'll go if you'd be willing to accomodate my taster's-WPHD

Tasters? As in those who would test the food? Though somewhat unorthodox, in order to further promote L'Art de les Gens, we will allow such tasters to accompany you to this event.

Come one, come all, no reservations required. Join the U.S.S.B. in unveiling this grand new museum. For those not so capable of teleportation and wormhole manipulation, there is still penty of time to make your way to Ville de la Coeur.

We wish to send a diplomate to the art exhibit.Please provide time and place.

The place is Ville de la Coeur, artistic capitol of the U.S.S.B.. The time is roughly scheduled for 12 hours from now, allowing enough time for any and all to join us in this grand opening.

ooc: I can't promise exact time IRL due to some stuff I gotta get done...it'll just kinda carry along as we have the time.

the idea is if they keel over dead then I don't eat the food :D

Snipersville will gladly send its Minister for Foreign Affairs, however we insist he travels with two of our Bodyguard Elite as a number of our government officials are under threat of assasination by 2 nations we have disputes with.

And could we have some directions as we currently don't have wormhole technology.

:sniper:

OOC:The blessings of being FT and Magic, combined. He really isn't al that powerful though. He had to have plenty of help manipulating the wormhole to get there.

ahwell, back to class for me :headbang: :( :confused: :confused:

The Grand Hall

The tables had been set, chairs for dozens sitting awaiting their occupants. The plates were finely crafted, each fork pure silver. A special, modified chair had been crafted for the honored Overlord, of the same rich, deep brown oak as the others. At the head of the table, a composed, but clearly excited, Joseph Krane paced, every now and then inching a fork or knife this way or that.

The hall itself was massive, each wall covered in a masterpiece of a mural, depicting regal looking men of Bergistian feature, some upon horseback, some on foot, all dressed in military garb, all appearing dashing and gallant. Two full length windows let in light from the west, grand, beautifully crafted drapes pulled to the sides. This was to be a grand feast.

ooc: I gotta get some sleep...but feel free to RP a bit...Snipersville's the guards are okayed, but they won't be allowed to enter the banquet hall itself.

Commander Raijin Dekker and General Kiv Andros, both of Krioval, would be honored to attend. We will arrive within the hour, if that is acceptable.

The Overlord noticed a chair at the Table that looked like he could sit in it. He slithered over to it and noticed the silver service. Aware that Humans used silverware, the Overlord thought back to the book he had read on proper table etiquette. Unable to use Haman Silverware, the Sliver practiced using them with his telekineses. He managed to get the hang of it, and even managed to make it look like he was using his talon. He had a gift for his host if only he could find him. A bottle of Warhavens finest Tangleberry Wine, Strongest stuff Warhaven had to offer. It looked like Liquid Silver, except it was cold.
The Overlord Slithered over and andstopped infront of the pacing man.
"My host I assume? I am the Overlord Sliver, representative of her magesty the Old Queen Sliver. She would come herself, except she is rather large and would take up most of the Banquet hall. She isn't even in good health besides. She does send a gift though. A bottle of Tangleberry wine, made from the best Tangleberries on Mirroden." The Black head hissed.
"I am sure you are wondering my name, but, Slivers do not go by names, we inherently know who we are. We might all look the same to you, save for color, but we can tell the diffrences. However, if a name is neccassary, please, call me Sir Lev.


OOC: Sir Lev, Anagram of Sliver.

As the Helicopter set down the ambassador James Kilet and his guard step down and went to meet the assembled guard "Could you tell me where to go for the dinner and the art exibite please."

Snipersville's Foriegn Minister moves into the Hall looking round nervously, uncomfortable about leaving his bodyguards outside. He move to his seat and sits down. "Hopefully the security will be adequate enough" he thinks. Relaxing a little he looks at the delicacies on offer. Looking curiously down the table to the large silver creature, he is in awe at its appearance, having never seen a creature like it.

Meanwhile his bodyguards move among the delegates arriving at the Hall to check for threats.

At the Chopper Pad
Colonel Ibulvenich made his way towards the ambassador of Theao, his men standing in rank behind him. With a polite nod, the dashing young officer indicated down the walkway to another waiting limo.

"Right this way, sir." Two more guards stepped forward to flank the man as he walked the path.

The Grand Hall
Joseph Krane accepted the bottle of wine with a broad, friendly smile. He was a surprisingly young man, perhaps late thirties, hair of a dirty blonde hue, eyes of a emerald green. He was also surprisingly average, certainly lacking the arrogance or egotism of many national leaders. This only made him the easier to get along with. He made small talk with the Sliver for some time, even going as far to crack a joke once or twice, in good taste of course.

After probably about twenty minutes, he made his way over to the Foreign Minister of Snipersville, clapping a hand upon his shoulder. With another genuine, perhaps proud smile, he looked around the Grand Hall as if for the first time.

"Quite a beauty, isn't she?"

Just outside the doors to the Grand Hall
Two Bergistian guards stood as tall, stoic statues, unmoving and seemingly unblinking. Each had a B-25 rifle shouldered, each in full body armor. At various other points in the room, Bergistian guards stood guard, ready for anything. Though, to be honest, most were amused to watch the Snipersville bodyguards winding about the international delegates.

OOC; hey if you'd had as many threats as we have you would check out everyone as well!

The Snipersville Foreign Minister replies with "yes nice archtecture and the paintings aren't bad, you certainly lay on a good spread."

"This is my first official visit in office" he says "glad to see your security is up to a high standard". He relaxes and starts to enjoy the food and the atmosphere in the room. Still a little amazed by the big silver worm thing.

Outside the bodygurds having given the once over to all delegates move to a good vantage point to continue surveillance. Each is armed with a silenced SBP-90. :cool:

The sliver returned to is special chair and began nibbling on the fine delicasies spread around the table. Each head all got their own nibbles of everything the table head to offer.

Can I eat? :( I'm hungry
The People's Elected Prime Minister would like to attend.

The Foreign Minister gets up out of his chair and strolls around looking at the paintings wondering whether any are for sale?

As the ambassador strode into the dining hall closely followed by his guard he noticed a five headed snake with talons eating a variety of foods, one per head, and he walked over. "I don't mean to be rude but could you please tell me what you are?"

The Overlord stops eating, wipes its mouths with a napkin, and turns all five heads to look at the Theoian Ambassador.

"I am a Sliver. Slivers are large snake like beings such as myself. I am the only breed with five heads. Most only have one head, two arms, and a blade like talon on the end of each arm. I am an Overlord Sliver. MY breed serves as Diplomats to foreign contries, and, if the queen dies without heir, we step up and take control of the slivers until the powers of heaven grant us a princess. But, the chances of that happening are slim. I also posses some Telekinesis, telepathy, and healing powers, among other abilities. the Telekinesis, is how I can eat all these delicious foods with some manner of decorum, Otherwise, it would not be very appetising to watch. Was there more you wished to know?" Said the Black head

"Thank you for the information. Would it be possible to negotiate a treaty of somesort with your nation? We seek to open channels of communication with as many nations as possible." James said as he offered the Sliver a formal half-bow.

"While it is true that is up to the Queen sliver herself, it is also true that I have no doubts that she would be open to that idea." the red head hissed.

"We are from deep space though, and you would need the information on how to contact her. As I do not think you would be able to remember everything, when we have the oppurtunity, I shall scrall down the information." The White head hissed.

"Smith please copy that down."
"Yes Sir." James's guard said as he took a notepad out and started copying the information down

"Thank you Sliver for the information."

ooc: what are the head colours and which is the 'ruler'

The Grand Hall
Krane smiled lightly, watching the Foreign Minister of Snipersville admire the artwork. "I hope your first official visit is something to remember. And all pleasant memories of course. If you like the paintings, there is a gallery on the east wing where many of the artists are selling some of their fine works. True beauties really, a pity we cannot keep them all. But, after all, our space is limited, and I'm sure they'll find good homes."

Drifting about from group to group, offering polite nods and smiles, he finally made his way back to James and the Overlord. "I trust we're enjoying ourselves, friends? I do hope the food is to your liking. Only the finest, as I've said." He glanced at the body guard for but a moment, before turning back to James with an almost apologetic expression. "We're well-protected here, no need to worry. How about we give your honored guard a bit of time to relax and join the others outside the Hall...forgive me, we haven't been allowing guards to actually enter the banquet."

The Prime minister of the republic and his first lady will like to join in your dinner. We will also provide any delegate with a rather advanced and posh veichle as our automotive private sector is one of our nations most renowned industries to drive to the dinner as a sign of goodwill. We hope for great relations with the current nations.
PS: What will your chefs be preparing for the dinner, my wife is rather young of age (she was married at 16 but our leader is only 4 years older then her) so she may not be accustomed to your chef's cusine.

"Ok Smith please go with this man. I'll be fine."
"Yes Sir."

To: The Prime Minister of Gyrobot
From: Draven Karn,
Vice President, Bergist

You're quite welcome to join the festivities, though they are already in full swing. Do hurry! Our chefs have prepared a vast array of the finest Bergistian cuisine, including boeuf de Terac, poulet de la Venet, and a large collection of local cheeses and wines. Of course, to accomodate the special tastes of many of our guests, our chefs have taken it upon themselves to learn a bit of local cuisine for each guest, often with just a slight touch of local herbs and spices to give it a special twist. We look forward to seeing you.

Raijin and Kiv made their way to the Grand Hall and found themselves opposite the Sliver. Kiv spoke first.

"A Sliver! Krioval has heard some, but unfortunately not enough, of your kind. I am Kiv Andros. This is Raijin Dekker." The General paused, as if weighing two options. He nodded slightly, the decision being made. "You look to be one of their leaders? A Queen?"

Raijin was quick to interrupt. "Overlord."

"How can you tell?"

"Just can, ya know?"

With that, Kiv looked at his partner with shock while Raijin asked the Warhaven delegate which dish was the best. He still surprises me, after all this time!

OOC: There are five heads, one white, that one is represented by yellow text, One red, accompanied by like text, one green, accompanied by like text, one blue, accompanied by like text, and one black, accompanied by like text. There is no one Ruling head, as the Overlord is 17 feet long, there is a mini-brain inside each head to control movement, they are all connected to a big brain at the spot were the necks join. Therefore, each head is pretty much even.

"Oh I don't know, I am used to eating live Vizzerdrixes. I am not the Queen, the current Queen is 15 feet in diameter, and 200 ft long. she is also on her death bed. so slivers exist off of Riptide and Mirroden? what breeds do you have?" the Black head hissed.


OOC: My entire country is nothing but slivers. I modified them from the Magic the Gathering game slightly to fit NS, Never having been able to read the stories their in.

"Oh I don't know, I am used to eating live Vizzerdrixes. I am not the Queen, the current Queen is 15 feet in diameter, and 200 ft long. she is also on her death bed. so slivers exist off of Riptide and Mirroden? what breeds do you have?" the Black head hissed.

"We don't actually have any in Krioval," Raijin said. "I think they'd multiply too fast to be sustained. Our gold dragons take up a lot of space, anyway. So the only ones I've seen are in pictures."

Kiv interrupted. "You can't mean those cards!"

"Yeah! That's where I've seen the pictures. They're not as good as the ones from the diplomatic files though."

Raijin turned his attention back to the Overlord. "The pictures were pretty good, though. Maybe that's how I could tell you were an Overlord."

OOC: If you'll forgive me for that setup, you could probably forgive anything. I've played M:TG too many times to count to pass up this opportunity!

At the Gates of the Ville de la Coeur
As Prime Minister Gyrobot Lenster the 1st and his wife Mink Lenster exited from the limo. "This is your first time at a royal dinner party don't mess up." He said to himself, he wasnt well trained in the arts of royalty and etiqutte. While Mink had a prim and proper manner (although she would wound up lost in thought with any thoughts of her former lover) Gyrobot never had real exprience as a member of higher society. He told mink that they will have a good time and he won't cause an uproar amongst the leaders. He was already in trouble when he asked for the invitation a little too late...

Inside the Grand Hall
As Gyrobot met President Krane at the Hall, Mink gave him a courtsey(I think thats how you say it) and he shook hands with him. "My, isnt she young to be your wife?" Krane asked in question. Gyrobot calmly replied: " No, I married young also, when I was still striving to make change in the culture of our nation to free it from it dominance over some of the minorites. I was part of an undergroup rap group dedicated to making change, one day I decided to start a campaign on one of the influentual girl groups and needless to say I caused quite a uproar and Mink came into view. She at first disliked my ideals but as time passed on she fell in love with me and soon we were wedded by a stroke of luck." Krane humorously replied: "Wow I guess you prove democracy does work for the little man." And he left to entertain the other guests. As Mink came to Gyrobot to see him, she said: "Did it went well." He replied happily: "Yeah" and he entered the dining room. There he saw a creature that shocked him....


OOC:Warhaven can you please interact with my delegates later?

OOC: Gyrobot, When and where? I'm always availible. Don't worry Krioval, I don't mind. At least I'm not the only one that knows what a sliver and a Vizzerdrix is.

OOC:You are going to greet my delegates at the dining hall.

I wish to attend and as my delagte to the meeting I would send Grand Prince Edward the Bold.

Having had enough of the delicases at the Table, The Overlord wandered off to see who else was here, at the hall he spotted a beautiful young lady, on the arms of a young gentleman.

"Why hello, where have you come from?" the blue head hissed in fluent english.

The sliver had never greeted so many humans at once. He wished he had brought guards. Then again, all guards were being kept outside, and he could hold his own in battle if it came down to it.

After seeing the silver hiss at him the prince quickly grabbed his sword and partially unsheathing it and relieving a beautiful image it's appearance was startling it was of the greatest quality and shown a faint gold orate in runes unchangeable to one not completely fluent in Old Scandinavian and it was made of a strangely strong gold-diamond-silver substance. After that the silver didn't mean any harm he bowed and apologized and to apologize offered the silver a fine dagger made of the same alloy and strange appearance of the sword and said, "This sword was made in the great forges of Valgard the hidden imperial capital city of Scandinavia and this blade will never break in combat or be affected by age as it was forged by the finest smiths in the world."
Then the prince bowed three more times and then departed.

Gyrobot looked surprised with the sliver facing him but Mink on the other hand wasnt surprised. She knew of things from the future so she believed this is another average thing. Mink said to the Sliver: "Pleased to meet you, I am first lady Mink Lenster. Wife of Gyrobot Lenster." Gyrobot however was somewhat speechless seeing the creature.

The Grand Hall

Krane smiled lightly, thinking the banquet had started off quite nicely. Glancing at his watched the slight smile grew into a broad smirk. He gave a sharp clap of his hands to call the attention of the delegates, even as he began making his way towards the vast windows. From the window, the sprawling gardens could be viewed in all their splendor. But Krane had something much different in mind. He gave another clap and shouted, "Everyone? Could I have everyone's attention for just a moment?"

It seemed just as everyone was glancing his way that from the sky a squadron of Bergistian interceptors soared overhead, each trailling a different color smoke, some deep, vibrant reds, some startlingly warm yellows, others a blue that nearly echoed the ocean. As they flew into view, eight in all, they began interweaving, a few pulling tight circles in the air. This, of course, was just the beginning. There was an amazing airshow in store for the delegates.

The sliver was pleased with the dagger. He went to the window and gazed at the fighter jets, wondering if he could somehow get Winged slivers to do that.

As the airshow continued, several went about creating patterns and designs in the air, as three broke off from the group heading in the rough direction of those watching in L'Art de les Gens. As they came closer, they descended towards the ground, almost as though aiming for the floor below the guests. As he noticed a few delegates twitter nervously, Krane allowed an almost devious smile to curl the corners of his lips. The planes drew closer and closer, all three seeming intent on impacting the beautiful new museum. And with each second it seemed more of the wandering delegates became edgy. Krane showed not a flicker of fear. And in but a moment, the planes were there, a few meters from where they watched.

At the last moment, the guests could literally watch the Bergistian pilots skillfully manuveur their planes sharply upward, coasting a few feet from the windows of the museum, giving the guests a fine view of their underbellies. And as they drew up past the windows, they left trails of colored smoke, one column of red, one of yellow, the regal Bergistian colors. A third stood in between, a pillar of white: purity, peace, and tranquility. At this grand feat, Krane's sly grin became a broad smile, watching as the smoke slowly disappated to give view to the gardens once more.

"Krane, that was a very intresting and beautiful display of areobatics. Offer my congratulation to the pilots. Also the art at this exhibit is very beautiful. Would it be possible to either purchase some of the art or commision art from the artists who made them?"

"The airshow was quite impressive," offered General Kiv. "We so seldom have time to prepare such things on that scale. Yours is a very fine air force."

"Yeah," added Raijin. "The Kriovalian Space Agency could do well to lure away Bergistian pilots. Though I wonder if we could convince a single one to give up such elegance for the cold efficiency of space travel." He laughed lightly, to assure his host that his comments were meant in jest. "They did a good job up there."

The Federal Republic of Canada expresses a grave interest in attending this international dinner in good faith.

Secretary Darren Temple, State Secretary
State Department, Federal Republic of Canada

"Your pilots are to be commended on their abilities and the display was very good" adds the Foriegn Minister. "Your Interceptor is a most agile and fast aircraft, similar to the Snipersville R28-Venom."
The Foreign Minister pauses and then adds "I would be interested in a closer look at the Interceptor if that would at all be possible?"

Krane chuckled softly, a note of pride clear in his tone. "They are quite impressive, and all of a local origin. Most of our defense pilots work out of bases near their homes; we feel it offers them more time with their families, as well as the added incentive to defend that which they came from." He nods, still smiling. "I'll be sure to convey your high praise to them." He casts a glance to the Foreign Minister of Snipersville, allowing an apologetic smile to flicker one more over his features. "Unfortunately the airbase is on the outskirts of Ville de la Coeur and we do not have a protected route to travel there. Perhaps on another visit, you may all take a tour of the base?"

Krane, never one to have anyone feel left out or unheard, made his way through the delegates to get back to James Kilet. "You were asking about the art? Unfortunately, none of this is for sale. However, I do have good news for you. In the east wing of the museum we have a good many paintings on sale, all quite up to the skill of these. It's really more a matter of space then quality, as we only have so much of the first and the artists appear capable of producing much of the latter. And as I mentioned prior, Ville de la Coeur is the artisan capitol of Bergist. If something is to your liking, it wouldn't be terribly difficult to come in contact with the artist."

ooc: Anyone that wants to join, even this late in, is welcome to. Just RP your enterance into the Grand Hall.

"That was quite a show. I am unsure if we could get the winged slivers to somehow accomplish a similar feat, but, I think we'll try." The Overlord said, quite impressed.

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