Tulgary
02-05-2005, 13:01
Trepest, Tulgary
Grestovar Fortress
The stately residence of the Grand Duke stood almost as it had six hundred years ago, parts built to standards that only newly had considered the possibility of their defences being tested by gunpowder. The gardens were grand, but their terraces appeared defensible to the trained eye. Several natural springs broke the surface within the vast grounds, providing defenders with safe water and -he insisted- their special properties took credit for no small part of Grand Duke Felvarosh Papan's hundred and four years of good health.
Yes, this week saw the Tulgarian ruler's hundred and fourth birthday celebrations, and he planned to attend them in good health and spirits. Pupin was bald, his moustache bright white, his eyes no longer sharp, and his bones a little brittle. But his mind was sharp, his good personal grooming maintained and largely by his own initiative, and those failing eyes continued to twinkle with a wicked intelligence behind them, all held together in a good posture that rarely even required the aid of stick or chair.
Grestovar spring water, Trepestian mountain air, and God's gratitude to a wise and righteous ruler lent the Grand Duke a century of dignified public life and two generations of sound national command. Now, perhaps, it was time to let the world back in and to have the incredible Pupin recognised on a grander stage than Tulgary could provide. This brithday, after a hundred and three in national solitude, would be opened to the world's elite.
The Tulgarian diplomatic corps dispatched communiqués around the world, delivering to significant and admired governments hand-written papers signed by Grand Duke Felvarosh Papan himself and sending electonic signals to even the world's lesser states, all inviting heads of state, government, and upper nobility to join in celebrating more than a century of Tulgary's greatest person.
It was the Grand Duke's hope that new ties would be forged to make sure that his final legacy was one that brought Tulgary back to the top of the world under astute leadership before his passing forced the nation's administration into the surely less capable hands of his successor.
Tulgary awaited the certain flood of international responses...
(OOC: As well as a general introductory RP and a possible way to make ties or -offend people- I would quite like this thread to end up with Tulgary perhaps placed geographically and more importantly to work-out which foreign monarch once held sway here. Tulgary, of course, is a Grand Duchy, and has long been fully independent in practice, but in theory still owes allegiance to a foreign king or such. Perhaps it is even the case that the foreign crown was over-thrown or replaced by a Republic, so the Grand Duchy just carried on by itself; or perhaps time just pulled the nations apart because in practice Tulgary always took care of its own administration anyway.
So come along, celebrate the Grand Duke's 104th birthday!)
Grestovar Fortress
The stately residence of the Grand Duke stood almost as it had six hundred years ago, parts built to standards that only newly had considered the possibility of their defences being tested by gunpowder. The gardens were grand, but their terraces appeared defensible to the trained eye. Several natural springs broke the surface within the vast grounds, providing defenders with safe water and -he insisted- their special properties took credit for no small part of Grand Duke Felvarosh Papan's hundred and four years of good health.
Yes, this week saw the Tulgarian ruler's hundred and fourth birthday celebrations, and he planned to attend them in good health and spirits. Pupin was bald, his moustache bright white, his eyes no longer sharp, and his bones a little brittle. But his mind was sharp, his good personal grooming maintained and largely by his own initiative, and those failing eyes continued to twinkle with a wicked intelligence behind them, all held together in a good posture that rarely even required the aid of stick or chair.
Grestovar spring water, Trepestian mountain air, and God's gratitude to a wise and righteous ruler lent the Grand Duke a century of dignified public life and two generations of sound national command. Now, perhaps, it was time to let the world back in and to have the incredible Pupin recognised on a grander stage than Tulgary could provide. This brithday, after a hundred and three in national solitude, would be opened to the world's elite.
The Tulgarian diplomatic corps dispatched communiqués around the world, delivering to significant and admired governments hand-written papers signed by Grand Duke Felvarosh Papan himself and sending electonic signals to even the world's lesser states, all inviting heads of state, government, and upper nobility to join in celebrating more than a century of Tulgary's greatest person.
It was the Grand Duke's hope that new ties would be forged to make sure that his final legacy was one that brought Tulgary back to the top of the world under astute leadership before his passing forced the nation's administration into the surely less capable hands of his successor.
Tulgary awaited the certain flood of international responses...
(OOC: As well as a general introductory RP and a possible way to make ties or -offend people- I would quite like this thread to end up with Tulgary perhaps placed geographically and more importantly to work-out which foreign monarch once held sway here. Tulgary, of course, is a Grand Duchy, and has long been fully independent in practice, but in theory still owes allegiance to a foreign king or such. Perhaps it is even the case that the foreign crown was over-thrown or replaced by a Republic, so the Grand Duchy just carried on by itself; or perhaps time just pulled the nations apart because in practice Tulgary always took care of its own administration anyway.
So come along, celebrate the Grand Duke's 104th birthday!)