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Message to all delegates attending the convention:

You are cordially invited to a brief buffet and intorduction marking the beginning of the convention. The opening ceremony begins at noon in the General's field. The messenger that sent you this letter will provide you with directions. We hope to see you.

Jos Konul, foreign advisor to General Spolotik
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Message to Chief of Convention security of Lektavia and of Clarksingtonland:

As you know, the opening ceremony will be at the General's field, which is due east of the city. It can be located by the big tent and all of the festivities set up. Top security is requested, as today the convention officially begins. Tensions are high, and I want no reason for an invasion or war.

General Spolotik
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General Spolotik and Jos Konul were riding in a horse-drawn carriage along main street, on the way to the opening ceremony in General's Field. The sun was shining, a light breeze was blowing, and the mood in the city was especially cheerful. Spolotik surveyed the security guards sitting next to him, and the ones placed at every street corner, all reminding him of the tensions underneath the cheerful mood, the fact that anything could go wrong at any minute. He paused to reflect on how quickly things were happening. Just a few weeks ago, he would never had expected to be riding through a city that was on the verge of blowing up, filled with security guards and helicopters overhead, with forces poised at the brink of invasion. Spolotik wondered to himself why he was doing it, and then he remembered. It was his patriotism. Spolotik truly loved his country. He wasn't doing this for the power, or the strength, but for Spolotikopia. He was like a mother watching over her child, his nation. It was ad that most people in Spolotikopia didn't know this about him. Jos Konul cleared his throat, knowing he was interrupting the general's thoughts.

"Um, sir, the daily report."
"Yes, yes, what do we have today?"
"Well, nothing that concerns you sir. The usual. The delegates have been alerted of the ceremony, everyone's about to kill each other, Zuo could invade us any minute, you know. Like I said, the usual."
"Ahh..."
"Yes. the festivities are all prepared, everything is ready, food is delicious. I tasted it myself."
"Good for you, Konul."
"Yes, but sir. We have a report from a passing merchant that outside of the city, you are extrememly unpopular. Even the direct descendants of the Spolotikos don't like you. We have the Spolotikos who condemn all of the technology, we have the indigenous population that says we shouldn't havebeen united as one nation, and we have the people who say you should push everyone into modern technology."
"Konul, I could have figured that one out myself."
"Oh. Well, that's all then."

The carriage continued on clip-clopping its way down main street, a happy disguise of the tension in the city.

OOC:i have to do something right now so insted of a post its a bump for the other people who cant find this

Ooc: Great, I thought we lost you and Helveticuz.

Sorry, that was a puppet nation I once created. I'm wondering how to fix it, the fact that auto-login is still for that nation even after I turned off auto-login. I might have to ask the mods to delete it.

no all you have to do is delete your computers tem. internet files

Ooc: I'm here...just a bit inactive lately, because of a huge math-test, wich I had today. My character is where I left him, at his hotel rom.

IC:

The sun shined at the small window, reflecting in the glass so that the light was spread through out the little hotelroom.
It was an early morning for Macharius, who usually dosen't wake up until after lunch.
As he wakes up, he peers at the clock standing next to the bed, wich is almost half six in the morning. He yawns, stretches and then, carefully, walks into the bathroom where he takes his shower and gets ready for the day.

After his bathroom visit, he decides to take a breakfast out in the town, but he does not know any restaurant or café nearby. He gets himself down through all the staris in the old hotel, and finaly comes to the entrance level, wich, if he is correct, must be medieval inspirated. He goes straight to the reception and asks if there is some small café nearby.

- Good morning, sir. Can I help you? The receptionist says politely.

- Good morning....yeah, uhm. Do you know any café or something nearby? Macharius answers quickly.

- Ofcourse, sir. The receptionist gives him a map, and point out different locations. Just follow the main avenue and you'll find plenty. Have a nice day, sir.

Doctor Brochuss walked into the room and sat down. The buffet looked as nice as it had done in the kithcen a few hours previous but he decided to not have anything to eat. the air security could be heard and Clarkingston troops were on display quite plainly. Brochuss smiled, this was going to be a great deal of fun. Gesturing over the Spolotikopia foreign minister, Brochuss smiled.

"Good evening Mr Konul, its nice to see you and this splendid buffet...who are we waiting for exactly, I'm not comfortable being surrounded on three fronts by Zuo troops and the agents in our midst are very obvious..."

It wasn't anxiety in Brochuss voice, it was realism. He knew that the enemy was nearby and he knew the Clarkingston fools wouldn't find them.

Ooc: It's in a field outside, not a room. I'm going to assume all of the delegates are currently seated, and the ceremony is beginning.

Ic: Jahn Spolotik looked out over the gathered audience. He saw his advisor, Jos Konul. He saw Doctor Brochuss, along with the Zuoian, Bezhou, Clarksingtonlandian, Helveticuz, and the Nebarri_Prime delegate. He was glad to have finally begun. The sun was beginning to set, and the stars began to come out. Here in General's Field, the view of the sky was unobstructed y buildings, which provided Spolotik with a stunning backdrop, that of the beautiful Spolotikopian sunset. The delegates all looked up, in attention. They had waited a good amount of time for this moment. For this one brief period, everyone forgot about the tensions and worries. Even some of the security guards were looking at Spolotik, wondering what the outcome of the convention would be. There was no turning back from here. After the speeches and dinner, the delegates would retreat to their rooms for their last night in the castle, and in the morning, all of the delegates were invited to the negotiations table in the office of the castle.

"Gentlemen."

Jahn Spolotik's voice was pleasing to the ear. It was one of seriousness, of experience, and of control. He could easily be heard over the drone of helicopters above them. The delegates all listened to the voice they had waited so long to finally hear. The convention was beginning.

Ooc: This is cue for everyone who needs to, to post their delegate's reactions, or entrance, or whatever. Then I'll probably continue tomorrow with his speech, or maybe tonight.

As the sun set over the General's feild, Foregin Minister Lithuanus, proceded to take his place along with the rest of the Clarksingtonland delagation. He sat down and began to start preparing his opening statements. A young man in his 30's showed up:

"Sir, I am taking tabs on the delagations, could you please tell me your's?"

"Certainly, sir. I am Foregin Minister Lithuanus, Member of the Clarksingtonland National Cabnit and Represantitive of the Clarksingtonland People and His Imperilessness, Grand Reducis Timothius F. Clarkus."

"Thank you sir, have a nice night."

"You too."

He was here now and there was no telling what might happen.

John D., one of the most elite operatives of Liger, Bezhou's Intelligence Agency, sat 2000 meters away from the convention, hidden behind a grove of trees. He had made a sweep of the area, set up motion and proximity sensors around his location, and upon finding no immediate threat, had set up his sniper rifle on a tripod and centered the convention platform on his scope.

Thirty beats per minute he thought to himself, relaxing every muscle in his body. His body motion became slower, less noticable on the scope. Spolotik's head was centered in on his crosshairs. A tiny voice buzzed in his ear.

"You set?"

"Yes" he muttered, vibration sensors on his neck transferring his grumbles in words.

"Good. We've got Johnson rigged up to a system of subdermals. Once that green light goes up in your helmet, you've got a free shot. Any targets except for Zuo and Bezhou reps and bodyguards are open. Get out as fast as possible after you make your move, and make sure no one knows what side your on."

"Don't worry. I'm a professional."

Brochuss lit a large cigar. There was no time for anything to really change tonight and he knew it all to well. Looking at his watch, he pressed a button on the side of it and a GPS map appeared. Laughing to himself while puffing away on the cigar, Brochuss noticed that the delegates weren't alone here.

"Sgt. come here for one second and tell me something, is the capsule I brought with me still in the helicopter?"

"Yes it is sir."

"Good Sgt, now do me a big favour, go and began the defrosting, I'm fed up of being surrounded by lax security."

Looking up from his watch, Brochuss at a set of bushes where someone was hiding, then returned his concentration to the matter at hand...the conference...