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Plots, Treason, Trechery, This Makes Tsurani Polotics (Intro to MT Tsurani!)

Lessir Tsurani
25-04-2005, 12:52
The Cities of Krondor and Rillon, the Capitals of the Eastern and Western Realm. The two where different, Rillon was made mostly of Marble, while Krondor was more Modern. The Capital Rillon, had been made when the Kingdom had first been founded, while Krondor had been made to be expanded. That is why Prince Arutha Fretted as he was readied. He, as Prince of Krondor, was heir apparent to the Throne of the kingdom, and now that Lyam had been killed by the Northern Trechery, he would be crowned King. He sighed, he had barely just gotten over his brothers death, and soon the Lives of the Entire Kingdom of the Tsurani Isle would be on his shoulders, a thirty year old man who had only had expeance on the western realm.

"Brother, stop fretting, you have three days till the Ceramony, and you are giving command of the Western Realm to Princess Maria." She said softly, hugging him

"Sister mine, I do not fret for my skill, it has been proven, I fear giving command of the Western Realm to my Youngest sister." He lied smoothly. "I am just Glad Duke James is in command." He nodded. "Still, have you the messages I asked?"

"Yes Brother Mine, I have your message, you will be able to invite International's to the Corination, it will help largely to secure your throne." She smiled, showing him the letter.

"Good, scan it onto the computer and send out the E-mail." He said softly.

Duke Guy Bas-Tyr looked at his messages, sighing. His plots where done with, he had at first intended to gain the throne from the Mad King Roderic, but he had continued even after Lyam had been granted the throne by the Mad King at his death bed, Guy had continued to try and gain the throne. But now, he was done, he had decided he would not do this, he would tell the New king what he had planned, but that he would not betray him again. On his honour he had sworn.

Martin ConDion Sat in the Cabin, his head pounding as he was sitting in sea sickness. He could swear he was going to throw up again, but he his stomach had been emptied ages ago. He was on his Way to the White City, to veiw the Corination of his older brother. Sighing he fell back on his bed groaning.

The Following e-mail would be send out to all national leaders in a stange version of Cursave.

To the National Leaders of the World

I am Prince Arutha, Prince of Krondor and Soon to be King of the Isle of Tsurani. I am sending an Invitation to those interested in coming to the Corination. We are looking for nations to begin alliences and trade with, as well as any one who is coming to help make the proceadings legal.

Prince Arutha, Heir to the King of the Tsurani Isles.
Lessir Tsurani
25-04-2005, 14:18
Bump
Sharina
25-04-2005, 14:40
OOC:

Are you Lesser Tsuarni, the person I RP'ed with from ages ago, in the "Princess Malewan looks for husband" RP? Do you remember me from back then?

If so, I'd like to participate in this RP. :)
Blood Moon Goblins
25-04-2005, 15:22
King Krark of the Blood Moon Kingdom made a rare voice mail to Tsurani:
"Da tribes 'O da Blood Moon are happy ta 'cept joor kind invitation, we will deespatch a deli-gation ta view dis event uv joor nashuns history."

OOC:
Krark is generaly emberassed about his 'accent', and doesnt like people to actually hear him. Hes very forward-thinking for a Goblin.
Most of the time important Goblins use 'speakers', basicaly Goblins who have special training and can pronounce (and spell) most English (or another languages) words with little or no accent.
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 00:28
OOC Yea, I am, but, this is a compleatly different nation. And its Modern. But Yes, I am the one and the same!

IC I, Prince of Krondor, will be happy for you to send your Delagation, and we will make sure you arrive in Rillon without fuss.

Lady Cathrine
CoreWorlds
26-04-2005, 00:54
The Empress of Coredia wishes to express her greetings to Prince Arutha and the Isle of Tsurani and prays for a long reign.
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 01:09
Arutha Accepts the Prayers, and hopes the same for you. May the Gods Watch over you.

LAdy Cathrine.
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 01:48
And Bump
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 02:41
Le Bumpa
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 03:18
Bump
Valshare
26-04-2005, 05:26
Tag
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 07:23
Maria sat in the Garden of the west wing, her long Brown hair falling to just below her shoulders. She sighed, playing with the petals of one of the Flowers she had picked. She was scared, she was only Nineteen, and yet she was being given command of the Western Realm over Martin ConDion, one of the Royal Princes. While she was just part of the Old Line of Krondor. She looked at her reflection in the pool, her brow nitted in concentration. Thats why she didn't hear the soft Foot falls of Martin.

"Evening my Lady" he said bowing. "Why does the Future Princess of Krondor frown at herself in the garden of Arutha" He said the last jokingly, as their brother had never particualry liked gardens, but because he was unmarried, their was no Queen for it to belong to.

"Martin, why are you not going to become the next Prince of Krondor and some other noble the Duke of Crydee." She said softly.

"Aye, thats a simple one" He said. "I can promise you my lady, I would be the worst Prince in history, I can barely be Duke and keep my sanity, Prince! Hevens Forbid." He smiled warmly. "Arutha is a good leader, he uses the strength of those around him. He knows I am needed to be the Leader of the Crydee Clans, while you will whip the western realm into your hand." he smiled, before looking at her. "Besides, a fairer face you have then I, and the Mass love to have handsom rulers."
Sharina
26-04-2005, 11:29
OOC: Awesome! I will participate, then. :)

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Comminque towards Prince Arutha, Prince of Krondor:

The Sharina Technocracy wishes to convey its best wishes for your continued success and prosperity.

We are interested in sending a delegate and opening up relations with your prosperous nation.

Live well,
~President Mina Veristek
Irish_Free_States
26-04-2005, 11:42
National Responce To Prince Arutha, Heir to the King of the Tsurani Isles

Our nation would like to request permission to send a Delegation to overview the legal procedings at the coronation and too improve diplomatic relations between the Peoples Republic of the Irish Free States and your nation.

Signed: Grand Chancellor Alamexia Heartstrong
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 12:26
OOC Yay

IC Both are accepted, please send the delagation via plane, and arrive above Rillon, at which point we will direct your point of action from there.

Prince Arutha, Heir to the Throne of the Tsurani Isles.
The Merchant Guilds
26-04-2005, 13:10
OOC: Nice to see you again Lessr Tsurani still obsessed with Feists work I see :)

IC:


We would be quite willing to send Princess Cleopatra to the ceremony on behalf of the Imperial Guilder Empire, she will bring with her the presents from ourselves in order to facilitate good relations between the Empire and yourselves.

We ask that she be allowed to be escorted by the appropriate guards (armed) since we cannot trust anyone else with security of one of the Emperor's valued children. Especially in times where there are many hundreds of nations that would be only too pleased to hurt the Emperor Cutter in any way possible.

We hope the crowning will go well and that you find our gifts most acceptable.

For God and Saint Peter,

Criticus Zabic
Foreign Affairs Advisor to the Emperor,
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 13:25
OOC Of Corse I am Obssesed with Feists Work, (Sniggers, keeping the map for later!) Oh, its Corination, not Marrige, he is turned from Heir to king Officially, instead of just making the desisions as Next king, he will become King!

IC Arutha looked over the messages, smiling. He had gotten at least some to come, and he would be able to prove to the world from these people that he had been crowned officially as King, Protector of the Great Freedom. He smiled as he made the reply.

Thank you for attending, we are graced by such noble blood of your family, we will allow you the armed Guard, and our own Household Guard shall help protect you in the proceedings.

Prince Aurtha, Heir to the Tsurani Isles.
Lessir Tsurani
26-04-2005, 23:37
Bumps *Reply some time tonight*
Sharina
26-04-2005, 23:47
Communique to Lessir Tsurani Leadership:

Greetings, friend.

The Sharina Technocracy shall be sending a delegate, our Sub-Director of Foreign Affairs. Sub-Director Lanake Dro'ven shall arrive at your capital city within two days via airplane. She would like to learn some more about your nation and your customs.

I look forward to cementing stronger relations between our two peoples.

Live well and prosper.
~President Mina Veristek
Irish_Free_States
27-04-2005, 11:15
National Responce To Prince Arutha, Heir to the King of the Tsurani Isles

Thank you for accepting our request, our govenments Ambassador, Michelle Langley, is en route to your nation via jet and will be arriving in approxamatly 36hrs she will be joined by 2 members of her staff and protected by Natonal Ranger Thomas Broe. We look forward to continued peaceful relations between our two countries.

Signed: Grand Chancellor Alamexia Heartstrong
Lessir Tsurani
29-04-2005, 00:28
The Planes would be lead to the main airport, aproxamatly an hours drive from the city. Rillon had always been a old style, so the airport had been built away from the main stream of life. The Ambassators would be picked up by Car with a Escort of the Royal Household guard, for no chances where made.

Meanwhile the city was in a posotive mood, streamers of Purple where put at the doors of all buildings, which showed they where glad a new king was being crowned. The Congress of Lords had been arriving since Arutha had been named heir to the throne, which was almost a month now, from all ends of the kingdom they came, Duke Martin coming proved even Crydee would not tolerate trechery.
Irish_Free_States
04-05-2005, 12:32
ooc: this really should have kicked off faster. and sorry for not posting sooner


IC:

The shock off the plane grinding into the ground at the airport in Rillion jarred Ambassador Michelle Langley awake. Almost 24 hrs on the plane had left her extremely jet lagged and groggy most of the trip had been spent studing the customs and traditions of Lessir Tsurani and its geography and people. The nation of Lessir Tsurani was not completly unknown to the Irish Free States but relations between the two countries needed to be improved and that was why she was here, to make sure that her country was represented at the coronation of the new king and ensure good realtions for the future, such was the challenge for the 26 year old.

Pulling up the blind on the window Michelle was surprised to see that it was a beautiful clear day, upon leaving the IFS it had been night and the weather was typical of her nation, rainy and windy, but here the sun beat down on the black tarmac and there was no clouds to be seen from her point of view. Michelle also was able to see her reflection, her dark brown hair was hanging loose lying gently on her shoulders framing her pretty face, the only presence of make-up was a light red blush on her high cheekbones and black masscara surrounding her hazel eyes. Michelle felt his presence before she heard him speak.
"We have arrived at last Ambassador it will be a few moments before we depart, did you have a good sleep?"
Michelle turned to face her bodygaurd Thomas Broe. He was an impressivly musceled man with sharp features, his black hair was well cut in an efficent style and his eyes where a clear blue, only a small scar tracing the line of his chin made him seem less handsome. He wore a dark blue suit, white shirt and a blue tie and a pin diplaying his patriotic flag of the IFS.
"Thank you Thomas i did but i think the flight took more out of me than i expected, gather my associates Rachael and Brian and then meet me by the door."
Thomas nodded his reply and headed off to do his task, Michelle stood up and brushed some imaginary dust off her knee length skirt and straigthend her jacket so she appeared more presentable. The mahogany coloured suit was made from the finest fashion designers in the Aurellian continent and cost a small fortune luckily the expenses came from the government and not her pocket. Moments later the plane juddered to a halt on the runway and the door burst open to let in a crisp cold air that was welcomed after the stifiling heat of the jet. Thomas Broe appeared at her side.
"Rachael and Brian will be along soon they need to gather together some files and documents."
Thank you Thomas Let us meet the Leader of the Lessir Tsurani"
Thomas stepped out first and hopped down the stepladder when he reached the ground he extended his hand to help Michelle down, Michelle waved the hand away and the two of them stood on the ruway facing a impressive Car surrounded by Gaurds in full uniform.
Lessir Tsurani
05-05-2005, 07:23
The Guards stood to attention, their rifles on their shoudlers, as a man dressed in an ordinary White Polo Shirt and Jeans stood before them. His hair was cut short, just hanging around the top of his head, and he had a day growth. He walked up to the lady and bowed, taking her hand as he did so, the rose.

"Welcome to The Tsurani Isles" He said in a voice that was smooth. "I am Duke James of Krondor, I have come to see my oldest friend corinated as King." He smiled, a crooked thing which only raised one edge of his mouth. "Please, take the car to the city, I have other guests I must meet." He nodded, and the guards opened the door for them.

They would get in the car, which's door closed behind them, before the engine started and the thing began the journy towards Rillon. The trip took about an hour, going through the hilly country, following the river. Their was a pause, before they creasted the rise. Down below, stood the White City, greatly named, for the whole thing was sheeted in White Marble. The city seemed to gleam, with the banners of every single Squire placed on flag poles. The Mearchents had placed purple on their door hinges, while the city kept its archic feel. It looked as if someone had drawn a city from the Medieval and placed it apon the steep hill that came from the ocean. Rillon was not a city to be remembered.
Sharina
05-05-2005, 23:08
OOC:

I've just been recovering from a case of flu this past weekend and last few days, so I apologize for me not being able to RP my delegate's arrival. However, I'm well on the way to full recovery, so I'll be able to RP the arrival of my delegate by tomorrow or the weekend if things go well.

By the way, should I arrive via plane or boat?
Lessir Tsurani
05-05-2005, 23:13
OOC By plane preferably, the docks wouldn't be manned by anyone of note.