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His Royal Highness the Emperor Newt XX has decreed that it is time for his son, Crown Prince Newt XXI, to seek a suitable. At the age of 25, his years of irresponsible love must be ended. Newt is the first born of five royal children. He is 6'1, weighs 180lbs, has light brown eyes and dark brown hair. As the heir to the throne he has been trained thoroughly in all disciplines but has been exceedinly prominent in his linguistic abilities and also has a great deal of experience in diplomacy. He has a Doctorate in Law from The Imperial University at Winchester, where he graduated Summa Cum Laude. He holds the rank of Commander in the Imperial Navy, but it is somewhat a ceremonial title. Unlike his younger brother Will, he has considered warfare as a secondary priority in training. In his free time, the Prince is an avid fencer, foxhunter and yachtsman.

A suitable bride must meet the requirments to be queen. In order to do so, she must be of noble origins. It is preferred that the perspective bride also has had experience being in the public spotlight, as being in the Newtdom Royal family comes with a great deal of internal media attention. She must also be trained to be a monarch, we do not want a Queen and Empress that is unable to effectivly hold her posistion.

In order for the Crown Prince to find his bride, we ask all prospective royals to attend a two week party hosted in our Summer Palace, 20 miles south of our Capital, Winchester. It will be protected by contingents of each regiment of Royal Guards, so safety should not be an issue. The expansive palace will easily hold any group that accompanies the prospective bride.

Also, by order of Emperor Newt XX any nation wishing to set up diplomatic talks with the Empire are also asked to join.

-Lord Lawrence Hollistein
1st Lord of the Foreign Ministry

OOC: Image of the Prince
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c2/Frederik%2C_Crown_Prince_of_Denmark.jpg

The Nomadic Peoples of Michael Heroin, while lacking a monarchy and therrefore a prospective bride, are very interested in forging Diplomatic links, and therefore, the President (aptly named "Michael Heroin") and his bodyguard, "Ariadne Lexxburg" will be attending.


ooc: Ariadne : http://mitglied.lycos.de/tombraider...rkson_b_010.jpg
Michael : http://www.goldenbeaus.com/d_luna/i..._luna02_jpg.jpg

We have a princess who would be interested in Crown Prince Newt XXI. Should you wish more information prior to her arrival it shall be sent.

Thank you, we shall make arrangements for each of your delegations immediately.
-Lord Hollistein

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We also have a princess too for your Highness. Do you want any info?

We gladly accept your offer.
-Lord Lawrence Hollistein

OOC: Yes, please give atleast basic information.

The Rogue Nation of Kassyyk is without a monarchial power, and therefore unfit to offer a prospective bride. Matt Scheffert and his adviser Neil Leary would like to attend for diplomatic reasons, and also will come bearing a small gift from the people of Kassyyk in a show of good faith.

Kaymiril may be willing to consider marrying the Princess Dora'nes d' Maril to Newt XXI, if the Prince is a man of acceptable character and disposition.

In any event, we would like to open talks with your nation.

OOC: We're a nation of Drow that are somewhat nonstandard. Dora' is currently 80 years of age (not old at all...she'll get to be about 275 -- her line is short-lived, and she's about the human equivalent of 20), and her twin sister is the Crown Princess of the nation.

She is 5'6", weighs maybe 90 lbs, and is a capable tactician as well as a monarch -- after all, she'd have to take the throne, if something happened to her sister.

Picture: http://www.darkelf.org/theoffering.html

Note: She's not a necro.

The Empire will be more than willing to accept any suitable offers. The Prince has been known to have a pleasant disposition among peers, loyal to both his nation and his friends, as well as trained fully in the finer arts, such as dance, dining, and "culturing" if you will.
-Lawrence, Lord Hollistein

Then our Princess will be certain to attend the meeting.

~Listor Tern'ya, Sil'in d' Sobeth

We gladly accept your offer.
-Lord Lawrence Hollistein

OOC: Yes, please give atleast basic information.

Here are the stats of the lady we offer.....

Name-Grand Duchess Sophia
Age-18(can make it older)
Height-5'6
Weight-110
Likes-Nature,Religion,Reading,Animals
Dislikes-Hunting,Poaching,Rudeness,Cheating in a relationship,Liars

Anything else?

OoC: No that is fine, thank you...keep in mind though Fox-Hunting is common place amongst the nobility in Newtdom, so if the Dutchess does not like that, she should avoid such events if they occur.

OOC: I'll probably make the other thread tomorrow some time during the day, I can't assure when, but thats when the rp will start.

OOC: I'll probably make the other thread tomorrow some time during the day, I can't assure when, but thats when the rp will start.

Who will he pick? What will they do? Also,what forum will it be in?

OoC: No that is fine, thank you...keep in mind though Fox-Hunting is common place amongst the nobility in Newtdom, so if the Dutchess does not like that, she should avoid such events if they occur.

That is fine as we are tolerant of others and we respect that.

OOC: I'm not sure yet, its to see who he will pick. It will be a week long (NS time, so as long as the rp goes) party. You just rp your characters, and we'll see what happens.

National Response to the Newtdom Nation:

The Peoples Republic of Irish Free States would like to seek peaceful diplomatic ties with the nation of Newtdom, The Irish Free States is a Democracy and therefore unable to fill your request with a bride nevertheless we would like to send a delagation to improve relations between our two nations

signed Grand Chancellor Alamexia Hearstrong.

To: Chancellor Hearstrong
The Emperor upon hearing your request was quite delighted. If at all possible any senior member of your government is invited to attend as was stated in the first open message. We in the Foreign Affairs Ministry are quite glad you wish to extend our diplomatic ties, and for this reason we will organize a diplomatic team to be sent to your Capital.
Sincerely,
Lawrence, Lord Hollistein
Lord of the Foreign Ministry

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*bump* OOC: Comeon...I know theres other out there that wanna join.

OOC: Just to say...Dora' is fine with hunting, and fond of sword-play. She and her twin sister spar every day with various weapon types.

OOC: Okay, thats fine, I'm sure theres gonna be a little of all that during the shindig heh.

I plan on starting the actual rp tonight at some point. Maybe in about 2 hours. I just want to see if anyone else is going to sign up here. If not, doesn't really matter anyone can drop by of course. I'm not sure if I'm going to keep this thread or start another one. i may just keep this one.

OOC: Its time to start...

IC:
As the sun rose on the beautiful gardens of the Summer Palace one could see the anxiousness in the air through the faces of the many royal guards on the grounds. The expansive palace was stocked and ready for the influx of dignitaries and their escorts. The party would begin shortly, and last minute preperations were being completed. Gardeners were out taking care of the grounds, valets were readying the rooms, cooks were preparing the first meal, and the ministers were begining to gather. It was an important date in Newtdom's history, a customary event for the Crown Prince. Something every Heir Apparent has done through the 23 generations of the dynasty. Even with such a rich history, Newt XXI was sitting anxiously at his desk.

The doors opened gently, and in walked Newt's father, the Emperor Newt XX, with several assistants. The young man quickly rose, and made a slight bow to his father. The Emperor smiled slightly and spoke "Son, do not worry, you will make the right choice. Now get ready, there is much to finish." Newt nodded, and the Emperor turned and left. As the doors shut, Newt moved towards his oak armoire enfringed with gold, where a newly tailored black suit hung. He quickly put on his shirt, placing the gold cufflinks through their cuffs, he pulled up the black cotton pants and completed it a simple black belt. The red silk tie broughtout out his complexion, well according to his valet, he thought. He slipped on the coat and buttoned the top two notches. He placed on his white sash, emerald ring, and headed out the door.

As he walked down the hall guards snapped to attention and servants bowed. The young Prince was use to all this reverance, he would be their Emperor, their sovereign, their protector of the peace. He knew that it was time to end the foolhardied fun he had as a youth on the Verity Coast, or while at College. He could no longer be just a figure head, it was time to take responsibility, and the first real opportunity would be during this event. He was glad that it was this time, he had waited for far too long.

When he reached the Grand Staircase, he looked down and sighed. He walked down the marble steps with its golden rail slowly but confidently. He entered into the conference room, where his father sat reading over various papers. He looked up and smiled, as Newt took a seat next to his father, waiting for the guests to arrive.

OOC: There will be limousines waiting at Crowe International Airport in downtown Winchester. They will be escorted by Dragoons to the Summer Palace, south of the city.

Princess Casana got off the plane at the Crowe International Airport, followed by her staff. Casana saw the officials and went over to them, "I am Princess Casana, I am here to see Prince Newt."

ooc: pick of princess
http://raph.com/3dartists/artgallery/6272.jpg
you have to copy/paste rather than clicking to get it to work

OOC: Its time to start...

IC:
As the sun rose on the beautiful gardens of the Summer Palace one could see the anxiousness in the air through the faces of the many royal guards on the grounds. The expansive palace was stocked and ready for the influx of dignitaries and their escorts. The party would begin shortly, and last minute preperations were being completed. Gardeners were out taking care of the grounds, valets were readying the rooms, cooks were preparing the first meal, and the ministers were begining to gather. It was an important date in Newtdom's history, a customary event for the Crown Prince. Something every Heir Apparent has done through the 23 generations of the dynasty. Even with such a rich history, Newt XXI was sitting anxiously at his desk.

The doors opened gently, and in walked Newt's father, the Emperor Newt XX, with several assistants. The young man quickly rose, and made a slight bow to his father. The Emperor smiled slightly and spoke "Son, do not worry, you will make the right choice. Now get ready, there is much to finish." Newt nodded, and the Emperor turned and left. As the doors shut, Newt moved towards his oak armoire enfringed with gold, where a newly tailored black suit hung. He quickly put on his shirt, placing the gold cufflinks through their cuffs, he pulled up the black cotton pants and completed it a simple black belt. The red silk tie broughtout out his complexion, well according to his valet, he thought. He slipped on the coat and buttoned the top two notches. He placed on his white sash, emerald ring, and headed out the door.

As he walked down the hall guards snapped to attention and servants bowed. The young Prince was use to all this reverance, he would be their Emperor, their sovereign, their protector of the peace. He knew that it was time to end the foolhardied fun he had as a youth on the Verity Coast, or while at College. He could no longer be just a figure head, it was time to take responsibility, and the first real opportunity would be during this event. He was glad that it was this time, he had waited for far too long.

When he reached the Grand Staircase, he looked down and sighed. He walked down the marble steps with its golden rail slowly but confidently. He entered into the conference room, where his father sat reading over various papers. He looked up and smiled, as Newt took a seat next to his father, waiting for the guests to arrive.

OOC: There will be limousines waiting at Crowe International Airport in downtown Winchester. They will be escorted by Dragoons to the Summer Palace, south of the city.

OOC-Am I in the RP? I am making sure as I have created a character.

OOC: Roman Greece Yeah of course...its completely open.

IC:
The guards bowed and introduced themselves. One promptly opened the door to the armored limousine, with the royal crest painted on the side. As the others gathered the baggage and helped any other into the vechile. The driver lowered the chauffer window and said "We shall be there shortly, please enjoy the drive." The window rose again. The cars sped off, flanked by suburbans, and escorted by motorcycle police.

As Casana rode with her staff, she turned to her aid and began speculating on what the prince would be like in person as well as what the festival would be like.

A small metal glider stopped six inches off the asphalt at the Newtownian airport, and Princess Dora'nes d' Maril stepped off. While she had been traveling at several hundred miles per hour, not a single hair was out of place. She was clad formally in Maril regalia -- red and black, graceful and flowing. She had a beauty that was characteristic throughout her line -- sharp cheekbones and pointed ears led anyone who looked at her straight to her sea-blue eyes. A daughter of an Elvenoid race, the Drow, she had ebony skin and ice-white hair.

She came with no guard or staff -- A Maril Princess of her age should be well able to take care of herself, should troubles arise.

She brings up her hand and snaps once, and her glider, Zotreth, reshaped itself, becoming a coronet and wrapping itself around her head. She approached the guards that were obviously meant to escort her to the palace. "Anna is far better at formal events," she thought, "but oh well. The time has come to be a diplomat."

As she approached the guards, she gave a slight incline of her head -- a respectful Kaymirilian greeting of someone of high class to someone of a lower class. "I am Princess Dora'nes d' Maril, here by invitation."

This is perhaps a bit late. However, in my region, Old Limb Peak, is my fellow nation, Empress Melynn's Dictatorship. I believe you should drop her a telegram, as she is a wonderful Empress and would certainly welcome a marriage.

~Casana's Limousine~

As the Limousine made the turn into the long driveway, the suburbans and police turned off down private roads. The solitary limousine sped on to the front of the palace, where it stopped behind a large marble fountain. Various regiments of Royal Guards could be seen. It was a well protected palace, and the newest in the country at that. Its gothic style was known to take the breath away from first time visitors, and even ones who only visit from time to time. Two Household Guards, dressed in Royal Blue, came to both sides of the car and opened the doors at exactly the same time. Each helped the visitors out of the car.

~Crowe Airport~
The guards bowed gracefully, as customary, and helped Princess Dora'nes d' Maril into the Limousine. Waiting inside was a young man who had just arrived. He introduced himself as Lawrence, Lord Hollistein, and said in the best elvish he could muster "Suilad Rian, min anglenno estent." The cars sped off in a Southward direction, flanked by suburbans and motorbike police.

OOC: She is welcome to attend, we would glad to have her as well.

~Crowe Airport~
The guards bowed gracefully, as customary, and helped Princess Dora'nes d' Maril into the Limousine. Waiting inside was a young man who had just arrived. He introduced himself as Lawrence, Lord Hollistein, and said in the best elvish he could muster "Suilad Rian, min anglenno estent." The cars sped off in a Southward direction, flanked by suburbans and motorbike police.
"My apologies...Elvish is not my best language. I am Princess Dora'nes d' Maril...Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro."

OOC: I never had time to learn Elvish...I'd absolutely love to, though...she's a Drow. Would you like the Drow translator site?

Lawrence ginned "My apologies, mi'lady. I said welcome, we shall arrive shortly. I am not so strong in my Drow, I apologize for assuming you knew Elvish." The car continued down the highway at a brisk speed, with all other vechiles being moved aside by the police.

OOC: would love it actually

"I haven't spoken Elvish in about twenty years. My sister is the better linguist of the two of us. I am looking forward to my first diplomatic event outside of my own region, though."

OOC:
http://www.grey-company.org/Maerdyn/resources/translator/index.cgi

Not everything translates well, just so you know...you have to play with it a bit at times to make it work.

Casana let out a low whistle at the sight of the palace. She graciously accepted the help of the guardsmen out of the limo, and once assured that her staff were out as well, turned to the guardsmen nearest to her and ask, "Were do we go next?"

~Outside the Palace~
The guard looked up in his royal blue and said "My'lady, we shall escort you into the main ballroom momentarily." The guards loaded the bagage into a golfcart that drove it towards the palace. The guards then escorted the princess and her enterage into the building. Guards standing at strategic points on the stairs snapped to attention as they climbed upwards.

~In the Limousine~
Lawrence smiled "I'm glad you chose this even then. My cousin will be quite happy you are attending. I was informed by one of my assistants that you enjoy to hunt and fight? We will probably have a fox hunt sometime this week, and the Prince enjoys fencing thoroughly. Though his younger brother is more of the fighter."

OOC: Thanks, do you play UO or was that just by fluke?

A small red, yellow, and black airplane settles down onto the runway. It taxis over to the private hangers set aside for the festivities. As it comes to a stop a door on the side of the plane pops open and folds down to make a staircase. Standing in the fresh air is a man in a ruddy, reddish-green tuxedo. The vest appears to be made out of some sort of synthetic reptile skin of the same color. He walks down a few steps, then quickly jumps to the tarmac from halfway up the stairs. The youthful spring in the young leader's step has unintentionally brought a few of the dragoons forward a step, assuming he was falling. He turns back to the Kassyyki plane and an aide appears in the doorway holding a loosely wrapped box. Matt sees her stuggle trying to make it down the narrow exit, so he walks up and takes the box himself.

"Thank you"

Matt heads toward one of the awaiting limos.

Dora' nods. "Hunting is enjoyable if the animal is intelligent, and I do enjoy swordplay, yes. Human style fencing is not a sport I have learned, but I have been trained in various forms of combat.
"You say that Prince Newt is your cousin? Would you be willing to tell me what he's like, from your perspective?"

OOC: No...I don't even think I've heard of it. I play DnD.

Casana followed her guide into the palace, grinning at the troops as they snapped to attention.

~At the Airport~
The guards helped Matt get into the Limousine, and it sped off just like the other Limousines before him. Flanked by the same number of escort cars, the convey rumbled down the highway at astronomical speeds. It was ordered of the guards and the drivers, as many of the guests would surely like to rest before the first night of activities. The driver lowered the window "If you would like, there is a fully stocked bar in the back" he grinned and gave a slight laugh as the window closed.

~In the Limousine~
Lawrence nodded "Yes, he is my cousin. My mother is his aunt, the Arch-Dutchess. She will most certainly be here tonight as well. Well anyway, Newt has a pleasant disposition. Hes quite active around the country, but that is to be expected of the Crown Prince. Hes a bit laid back, more so than his father, which is to say a lot for my Uncle has been said to be the most liberal monarch in atleast a century. I think you will like him, hes an esquisite linguist, he may know some Drow infact, I can't be sure." Just as he finished describing his cousin the cars turned down the long driveway, up to the beautiful palace.

Lawrence looked out the window and grinned, "Here we are."

OCC: Just asking because that translator is from one of the guilds on there.

A bedraggled young woman arrives on a horse that looks like its been ridden hard for some time. When the guards try to prevent her entry, she produces her invitation and protests that she really is a princess. Further interrogation reveals that she decided to leave her retinue behind because it would have slowed her down too much, preventing from getting here on time. It develops she's been riding for a week, through all kinds of weather, and the sun has bleached all the color out of her clothes that wasn't washed out by the rain, which is why she looks like she's wearing very cleverly assembled flour sacks. She'd like a place to freshen up, her name is Amalthea, and, oh, yes, she's allergic to peas.

~In the Limousine~
Lawrence nodded "Yes, he is my cousin. My mother is his aunt, the Arch-Dutchess. She will most certainly be here tonight as well. Well anyway, Newt has a pleasant disposition. Hes quite active around the country, but that is to be expected of the Crown Prince. Hes a bit laid back, more so than his father, which is to say a lot for my Uncle has been said to be the most liberal monarch in atleast a century. I think you will like him, hes an esquisite linguist, he may know some Drow infact, I can't be sure." Just as he finished describing his cousin the cars turned down the long driveway, up to the beautiful palace.

Lawrence looked out the window and grinned, "Here we are."

OCC: Just asking because that translator is from one of the guilds on there.
"It is beautiful."

OOC: I got it from a coupla friends way back when, lol. Looking at your factbook, Dora' shares more interests with the second son, lol. And that is it for me tonight, unfortunately. Pleasure meeting you, looking forward to tomorrow.

"Thank you, but I'll be just fine" said the leader of the small nation of Kassyyk. As the driver closed the dividing window Matt pulled the top off of the gift. It was wrapped seperatly, but just as delicately as the bottom of the box so as to allow someone to check on the contentss without disturbing the paper. He put his left hand deep into the box and spoke in a hushed, childish voice.

"Well hello to you too. Did the flight go as well for you as it did for me?"

Matt paused for a silent response as he peered into the box.

"Yes, I agree. We'll all need some sleep soon."

Matt placed the top back on the box and looked down at his clothes in mild disgust. The pants were made by weaving a shimmering, but dull green thread though a pair of dark red pants.

"What a wast of two perfectly good suits. I guess I just don't have an eye for international diplomacy fashion."

~Casana~
The guards stopped at the door, the Captain smiled and said "My lady, this is as far as we can go. We guard the outdoor areas. There should be a valet, or butler to lead you to your room once entering." The Dragoons marched off towards their posts, and two Household Guard members swung open the massive oak doors. Indeed a valet was waiting, and showed the Princess and her escort to their rooms on the third floor.

~Amalthea~
The Imperial Guard were in somewhat of a shock. They radioed for the Dragoons to come and bring her horse to their stables. Quickly a blacked out car drove up towards the gate, and the guards helped Amalthea in. Waiting inside was an assistant.
He said "I apologize if the guards gave you any problem. We have a great deal of clothing inside, and if need be we have tailors on staff. If you need anything in particular please ask. It is our pleasure."

"Thank you good sir." Casana said as they arrived at her rooms. As they unpacked/decompressed ,Casana looked around admiring the architcture and furniture.

~Matt's Limousine~
The car made the final turn, down the long driveway. The gates were shut behind him. It was about midday and the changing on the guard was about to occur, a grand sight to see. Especially with so many dignitaries present, the amount of guards would be especially impressive. The car parked, just as the drums and trumpets began to sound, signaling the changing of the guard.

OOC: Thats it for me too, please continue to rp...I'll check it in the morning..you guys have fun.

Grand Chancellor Alamexia Heartstrong herself decided to arrive in the delagation for this diplomatic affair since Ambassador Michelle Langley was busy in Lessir Tsurami with the coronation there. The IFS Jet had arrived with excellent speed into the airport in newtdom and it wasnt long before Alamexia and her delagation where whisking away in a limo surrounded by a heavy motorcade.

The delagation consisted of 2 aides and 2 elite bodygaurds selected from the highly trained National Ranger Corp. The two aides where busy on there laptops organising affairs at home according to her suggestions and specifications. Alamexia felt that this was going to be more of a holiday than a business trip and was thankful to leave most of her work at home for the moment. The two bodygaurds sat impassivly in their full NRC uniform flanking her either side in the limo like silent golems ready to pounce should anything even smell like a threat.

Alamexia was the youngest ever Grand Chancellor of the IFS and the first female Chancellor in its history. her political battle had earned her the 10 year spot as figurehead and leader of the IFS, unmarried but not without attempt Alamexia had instead focused on her education and political career to much succcess, a highly intellegent and resourcefull woman who was loved for her polticlal freedoms and strong economic policies which made the IFS one of the leading countries on the Aurellian continent.


Alamexia Heartstrong:
http://www.skyone.co.uk/programmes/coldcase/images/col_13.1.05_char1.jpg

The Dragoons helped Chancellor Heartstrong into the limousine. Like the other drivers this one greeted her with the utmost confidence in timing: "We shall be there shortly," he said "If you need anything just ask." He closed the window just as the car began to pick up speed towards the exit.

The Black, Vintage Mercedes Shadow-Shark which rounded smoothly through the gates of the building, was not a type of car seen often, only five of the vehicless had ever been made, four of them wrre owned by vrious members of the diogenese club, and the last one belonged to Michael Heroin, a gift from a very old friend. Michael was a firm beleiver that Limo's and chauferrs were not his style, but had conceded to allow Ariadne to drive them up to the occasion, if only becuse she was a far superior driver. As the two delagates stepped from the car, He in his usual Charity shop suit hand hand me down shirt, and she dressed in the skin-tight leather let her choose a shadow and disappear into it. Michael had a sudden, but not uncommon, attack of nerves.

As Matt approached the inner sanctums of the palace he turned to one of the guards.

"Can you please escort me to see the prince. I wish to present my gift to him as soon as possible, it's not something that can be delayed I fear."

He motioned to the large box in his hands.

~Matt~
The Guard nodded "Yes, of course. I'll bring you to the conference room at once." The escorts turned down a hallway guarded by men dressed in black, the feared Special Imperial Guard, they stopped the escort and spoke under their breath.

The officer Matt had asked to see the Prince, stepped back and said "I am not allowed to go any further, if you will wait here a more appropriate escort shall arrive shortly." He bowed to Matt, and marched off with the rest of the escort.

A few seconds passed, and from the recesses of the hallway one could hear the persistant step of boots on marble. A man turned the corner, dressed like the guards protecting the hallway, just with the insignia of Commander on his collar. His cape came to a stop at his feet, the man seemed young but confident as he gave a slight but respectful bow to Matt. He introduced himself as Captain of the Guard Jacque, Earl Montaque. He spoke with a slight accent, unplaceable but noticible.
"The Prince is currently in counsel with the Emperor. He shall be out in a few moments. If you do not mind, we must check the gift with sensors. Its procedure, no offense. Every piece of baggage is, my sincerest apologies."

"Are the sensors safe for live creatures? Otherwise I would gladly take them out for your examination. And there is no need to apologize for your procedures."

The Earl nodded, "Of course." A guard came out of the hallway, quickly scanned, and nodded to the Commander. A secret understanding could be easily deciphered, and Jacque knew it was safe.

The commander grinned, "You needn't worry, they will be fine. If you would follow me." The commander waved his in the direction, and began in a quick gait.

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OOC: H'mm...yeah, we need life here. If you give Dora' something to do, I'll post something.

OOC: Lol I wanna start the party, but since Matt's meeting Newt right now...that isn't gonna happen...I could ask everyone to gather though.

IC:
As Matt and the Prince met deep with in the palace, butlers went through the halls informing the guests of the upcoming events. They each gave essentially the same speech, that dinner would be served in the grand dining room, followed by a small get together in the ballroom. It was done just as the last of the food was being prepared.

Dora' had been wandering the halls, reflecting on the style of architecture when the butler stopped her. Concentrating briefly on what little she had seen of the palace, she headed down.

The guests were ushered into the Grand Dining Room, their seats were placed around the large fir table according to nation. Tiny placecards were located for each dignitary, and the Head Chef could be seen looking over the room through a small glass window. The crystal was gleaming on all of the glasses, and the silver utensils were shinned to the point of perfect reflection. The Mait're De was proud of his work and grinned as he greeted the first guests.

ooc:
The grand dining room
http://www.eastnorcastle.com/photos/tour/grand_dining_room_lge.jpg

OOC: Oh, I forgot to tell you...Kaymiril is a magick-using nation...Dora' is a fairly powerful mage, due to her lineage.

OOC: Heh thats fine. It doesn't bother me.

OOC: Excellent.

The room was all but empty as a young man walked in. Dressed in a nicely tailored suit, and wearing a sash, he could easily have been mistaken for his brother. He looked towards the only foreign occupant of the room, he gave a slight bow and stood on the other side of the table, across from her. He grinned, and introduced himself, "Hello, I am Prince William, Newt's younger brother. Not youngest mind you," he gave a slight laugh "but still younger."

"Prince Newt," the leader of Kassyyk said as he bent onto one knee, "the people of Kassyyk send a gift for you on this your most glorious day. We are simple people, but we have enormous hearts. I present to you one of the few things that you cannot find anywhere else."

Matt set's the box down at the prince's feet and pulls the top off, setting it aside. He pulls from inside a little brown puffball in each hand.

"I bring you a pair of Kassyyk's national animal, the red panda. These pups will make wonderful pets for your bride or the perfect addition to any menagerie."

The Prince smiled and said "Thank you, they will be a wonderful addition to our Royal Menagerie. Please arise, you need not bow on a knee here. You are amongst equals." He looked over to his father who gave a grin at the most respectful words.

The Emperor rose from his chair, "We welcome you" he said "But dinner shall be served shortly, I suggest we head to the main dining room." Newt nodded in aggreement, and handed the two Red Pandas to a secretary who squemishly carried them into a back room. "They shall be safe, and given the utmost care." Newt said as the door shut.

Dora' gave a graceful inclination of her head to Prince William...it was almost a slight bow. "Gre'as'anto lu' verve dro."

EDIT OOC: Formal Kaymirilian greeting. ^_^

Will grinned, and said "I do hope for a long life, but in this line of work that could be a bit difficult. I hope your time here has been pleasant thus far."

*Nods* Most pleasant. And I understand that you are a military man?

"Well, I've been known to dabble. Depends on the situation, but yes I am normally deployed during an emergency. My cousin tells me you like to hunt challenging sport, perhaps on the morrow we can find something to track."

*Nods* That would be entertaining. Is hunting around here done on foot, or equestrian?

"That depends on who you ask. I personally do all forms, depends on what we decide to hunt. My father and brother prefer equestrian, but I am up for anything."

*Nods* Personally, I prefer falconry, but hunting in general can make for a fairly relaxing day.

"Ahh yes, hunting can cause for quite the relaxing day. Falconry is something I have never done, actually. I would love to see it."

I can send for my falcon from the Valshanth tonight, if you like.

"That is all your decision, my lady"

She nods. "Barra probably could do with a bit of excersize."

"I could have someone sent to the airport for its arrival if need be. Unless it shall fly the entire way?"

It is a bit far for him to fly in one night. If I send word to the falconer now, he can be here by morning.

"Thats what I'd imagine. I shall have someone dispatched in the morning."

OOC: other ppl need to start posting so we can really begin...lol

*Nods and taps the coronet on her forehead, which comes off and reshapes itself into an owl."

Zotreth, inbal l' Uss Vel'uss Serar Suri kus Barra.

*The 'owl' sits for a few minutes, then shapes itself back into a coronet, which she puts back on.*

Will looks in a little bit of amusement, but more astonishment "What just happened he asked" looking at the coronet and then back at where the owl had sat.

"Zotreth is a highly advanced piece of Kaymirilian technology...invented by my younger brother before his death. Mine, along with my mother's, sister's, and his, were the first four built. It mixes magick and machinery...it can serve as a mode of transportation, a communication device, a location device, a simple bit of jewelry, a 'pet'...the uses are really almost limitless. There are also different models for different purposes...models built for speed, some built for combat, some strictly as transportation units...they are quite common in Kaymiril."

"Ahh, well it is incredible. In fact I am quite amazed."

So was I...sixty years ago, when my brother gave it to me. They're probably among the best items we can offer in trade.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your brother?"

We were attacked by a different nation...we had a difference in economic and political beliefs, but we had had no previous dealings with them. We are a fairly low-tech nation...we prefer magick to technology...and they had an orbital attack space station. The ruler of that country was duped into a war...and his council decided to fire the weapon at us. My brother sacrificed his life to save a large portion of our navy and the lives of our coastal citizens.

"I'm sorry, your brother was quite the honorable man."

*Nods* He was seventeen. A brilliant mind...he always preferred his workshop to learning affairs of state...but he knew what it was to be royal, at the very end.

Will nodded, just as he was about to speak other members of the family began to walk in. He looked across the table and said quickly "I guess we are about to begin."

OOC: I have to go now, everyone can keep rping please keep it going.

Dora' nods.

Casana looked up from watching the converstation between Dora and Prince Will as the rest of the royal family arrived.

ooc: sorry for not posting, was taking mother out for mothers day

As Ariadne guided Michael into the Dining room, he was releived to see that Matt, who he'd met at a similar event, was attending. It shouldn't have made him feel better, but just seeing somone he knew gave him a little confidence,
"I'd love to meet the interior decorator" Michael muttered softly, "this room is astonishing..."
Ariadne gave him a small smile,
"Royalty and glamour often go hand in hand. Try not to get overwhelmed Michael, at the end of the day it's just a room."
The President nodded, and followed Ariadne to their places at the table, giving the prince a small bow in greeting, but not wishing to interrupt his conversation with the young lady he spoke with, Michael took his seat.

OOC: Tag. Kaymiril shoed me this, and want to look at it

The Prince waited with his father in a side room. They waited for the rest of the family to arrive, it was common for these sorts of events for him to wait. As the last members of the party arrived and took their seats the doors swung open, and the Prince and his father moved towards their respective thrones. The party goers from Newtdom made a ceremonial bow, even though being close family, The Emperor made a slight bow back, and then looked around the room.

He said with his minute English accent "It is my pleasure to introduce, to those who do not know him, my son, Crown Prince Newt." He pointed to the young man towards his right.

Newt made a bow, and said "Please, take your seats. We shall begin momentarilly."

OOC: Feel free to join in, if you would like too.

OOC:It's a bit late to start, and what could I offer that hasn't already come up?

OOC: We'll its a party, send over a character relax have some fun heh w/e...talk to the foreign affairs if you don't have a princess diplomacy style stuff. Its not just to fall in love...lol

OOC: Gimme a while. I'm working on a laptop, so its slow

OOC: Yeah, thats fine. Just join in whenever, and that goes for anyone that happens to be watching.

Dora' looks around at the unmoving crowd, then inwardly rolls her eyes. Most diplomats and such disliked being the first to make a move...they waited to see what was popular, or they moved in the safety of numbers. She'd glanced around and seen which seat was hers earlier, and she now moves to take it.

The family took their seats, shortly after Newt had informed them to. The Emperor sat at the far end of the table, with Newt to his right. As the final members of the party took their seats, a chef came out from the kitchen door and proclaimed "Dinner is served, my'lord." He bowed deeply towards his Emperor as a great deal of servants ushered out from behind the door. Some with wine, others with plates of food. The took their spots behind each person, and all at once swooped in behind and layed the first course in front of them.

OOC: This will persist throughout the night, as in waiters dropping off the food. Consider it that you already asked what you would like out of a previous set list of options. I don't want to put something in that may not work etc.

Ppl from Newtdom at the dinner:
Emperor Newt
Emperess Sarah
Crown Prince Newt
Prince William
Prince Edward
Princess Margaret
Princess Emily
Queen Mother Jessica
Arch-Duke Alfred
Arch-Dutchess Kelly
Arch-Duke Martin
Arch-Dutchess Mary
Arch-Dutchess Grace
Arch-Dutchess Rebecca
Duke Hollistein (Lawrence's Father, married to Rebecca)
Lord Lawrence Hollistein

OOC: Oh, CRAP! You just finished the main bulk.. no point now

OOC: Lol no u can still come, its not just a dinner this is still the first day of a 2week long rp (and not rl weeks, like however long it will go) so you can still post.

OOC: Dora' might have to temporarily drop out after a bit...I have to get Anna crowned soon.

OOC: Alright... soon. Hey Kay, is Cougar going to the cornination?(sp?)

OOC: It will be up to SE who they send to the Anna's coronation...although I'd hoped it would have been heads of state, mainly, lol.

OOC: Fine. Barbarossa (who will be coming here btw) and Cougar will attend. Remember C's wedding outfit? He'll wear tht, but with beret instead of hat

Lord Barbarossa, President of The Shadowy State of Snake Eaters, walked to the main doors, wiping his hand across his furrowed brow. A quick check of his watch...Oh Crap! I'm late!

His cool grey eyes suited a man who had seen much and done more. His sharp grey Armani suit, coupled with highly polished black leather shoes, cut a figure that suited the ex-SHADOW operative turned politician. His stature was that of someone who knew what to expect... and already had several ways to counter it. Like all Snake Eaters', he was very cautious around those he did not know... although he had heard Micheal Heroin and Princess Dora were both here, people who he knew... although in Dora's case he knew Anna better. But it did not matter greatly.

He strode to the door, checked his suit and pistol, hidden underneath the Unimex sewn into the jacket as protection (Barbarossa was his own bodyguard), before knocking on the door

OOC: Okay, I'm sorry, but this is irritating me.

Dora'nes. Dora'. When you're shortening the name, put the bloody apostrophe there. That's how it's spelled.

OOC: Well, sorry. It's not like I'm used to using it, but I'll do my best :) :hug:

The guards looked at the man at the door. An officer appeared, "Hello good sir, can we see your invitation." He extended his hand to accept the offering.

Barbarossa dug into his pocket, removing the envelope from his brest pocket. He handed it to the guard,"I believe that is what you requested"

The officer nodded, and waved his hand. The Household Guard quickly opened the large door, and welcomed the new guest. The officer then asked "Is there any baggage we need to help you with. Then the butler will take you to the dining hall, they just sat down. "

*bump*

OOC: There is currently little/nothing to go off of.

OOC: This is kinda falling apart, we're are like the only ones posting. I realize its a saturday, but w/e...if you have anything inparticular you'd like to see happen I'd love some suggestions.

OOC: If you want stuff to happen, you need to get it rolling. It's your country, your castle, your shindig. I know SE won't be posting any more tonight, b/c he's on like, the other side of the world, but Theao prob will be, and I'm on for three more hours yet.

OOC: I get that, I was just wondering if you had any requests...But unfortunately I don't have that much more time. In fact I need to get off in a few moments. So lets fast foward.

IC:
As the dinner came to a completion the Emperor rose from his throne, but motioned for everyone to remain seated.

He began to speak "I hope you all enjoyed it, my chef is excellent. But that is not what I meant to speak of, as you all know we are here to find my son" he pats Newt on the back "a wife. Just like I had to when I was his age. For that reason we shall hold a great deal events during this week, you may attend some or miss out, we only ask that you come to each nights dinner, as its a family tradition. Feel free to ask for anything at anytime, as I am sure we can arrange for it to be. Anyhow," he looked to his left where a grandfather clock stood and then continued "in about one hour we shall hold a more casual get together in the Ballroom."

After this was stated the Emperor made a slight bow, his wife stood, and he escorted her out of the room. Other members of the family followed suit, but Will, and Lawrence remained seated as Newt rose from his seat. He spoke quickly but surely "Thank you for coming," he bowed "I shall retire for a moment in order to change. My brother and cousin shall stay down here if you have any requests or questions." He turned and walked out the door, and headed up the grand staircase to the royal chambers.

"He looks nervous," observed Dora'. "Then again, in his position, it is understandable."

While still in formal dress, Dora' was perfectly comfortable, despite being accustomed to wearing more casual clothing around the Valshanth. The fabric her clothing was composed of was designed for both utility and comfort, and the style of dress, while elegant and flattering, was simple enough to not hinder her movements.

Will looked across the table upon hearing this and then spoke "Ah, yes. Newt was never much of the outgoing type."

Lawrence interjected by slapping Will on the back "Not like you, eh." They both laughed for a brief second, and then Will continued "I don't really get it either, hes use to being in the spot light." Will shrugged, as did Lawrence.

It is understandable. From watching my sister stress over forging new alliances, I know that that is difficult when you are only setting up one new alliance, but here he has six or seven nations that he will be working on forming alliances with.
Aside from that, out of all these nations, he will be attempting to find a bride out of two princesses present. I would think that enough to make any human nervous.

Will grinned "I suppose, but hes use to the diplomatic stuff. He's been sent overseas a great many times, especially to round tables and the sort. He's fairly confident, usually. Maybe something's bothering him." Lawrence just stared, and did not respond.

OOC: Just going to sit back and view, as not sure how to enter really

OOC: Thats fine, I'm about to start the other more casual bit now.

IC:
As the hour passed, one could hear the tuning of a string quartet in the adjacent ball room. Finally, as the bells chimmed Will and Lawrence stood up, and offered to escort the remaining diners into the ballroom where the Prince and Emperor stood next to a ceremonial throne.

OOC: Can you set the scene a bit more? For the last hour, I've been trying to come up with something to post without seeming awkward.

OOC: sorry

IC:
The ballroom was massive, and lavish. The portions of the wall not adorned with gold were painted with images of all sorts. Historical references were the most abundant, as well as portraits of passed members of the royal family. It was a brightly lit room, crystal chandaliers hung from the high ceiling and massive windows allowed what little light remained to enter the hall.

The room was filled with nobility in their regal finery. Sitting at strategical placed tables, or dancing in the center of the room. To the right of where the dining party entered there was a stage, where a string quartet played waltz's throughout the night. To the far end, sat the Emperor on a gilded throne with his wife to his left, and an unmet advisor standing to his right. The Crown Prince was unseen immediately, but he was somewhere in the room, mingling.

Then he left the crown to an annoying lady next to him and told everybody to FUCK OFF. He wasn't gonna be manipulated anymore.

He killed everyone and himself

sorry :confused:

that's a party crasher, ah

good night. just 'bad taste' :)

Barbarossa nursed his wine, watching the proceedings as they went. There was little for him to do at this function... he merely watched. A SHADOW trademark, he was unwavering

Bad taste is mine, of course

A young woman came up to where Barbarossa sat, she smiled and said "I hope you are having a good time. You seem to be a bit bored."

He looked at her, and smiled,"I am bored. I have little to do at this function"

She grinned "So am I, I know this sounds awkward but care to dance?" she extended her hand.

He smiled again, putting his wine on the table,"Never had that before. Of course I will dance with you" He took her hand, and led her to the dance floor, where he began to dance an almost perfect waltz

The ornateness of the room was somewhat hard on Dora's eyes -- the Valshanth's decorations were only rarely in gold, and not normally so well lit, but she mingled with the other nobles/politicians/etc.

Prince Newt was in a conversation with an older man when he saw his brother enter with Princess Dora'. He quickly excused himself and walked over to her. When he reached her, he bowed and said "I am glad you decide to join us tonight. Do you dance?"

The young woman dancing with Barbarossa was incredibly impressed by his dancing ability. She said in a dainty voice "You dance divinely. I should probably introduce myself, I am Dutchess Rebecca Crowe, neice to the Emperor."

Pleased to meet you, Duchess Crowe. I am Lord Jacius Barbarossa, President of Snake Eaters'. And you too, your dancing is exquisite

She grinned, "Its a pleasure to meet you, my'lord. And thank you."

As he danced, he began to talk to her,"So, tell me, who do you think will be the Crown Princess?"

"I'm not sure, its always a suprise. There aren't as many people here as there were for my uncle though. But I'm sure it will go on for quite some time. Do you have any suspicions, I did miss the dinner. "

I suspect the Prince may be gunning for Crown Princess Dora' of Kaymiril. I know her sister well enough, but Dora' is a mystery to me

Rebecca turned her head towards the entrance where her cousins stood, the Crown Prince included. She turned back to Barbarossa "Is that her at the entrance?"

The Drow? Yes, that is her

Prince Newt was in a conversation with an older man when he saw his brother enter with Princess Dora'. He quickly excused himself and walked over to her. When he reached her, he bowed and said "I am glad you decide to join us tonight. Do you dance?"
Dora' returned his bow with a graceful dip of her head.
"It is my pleasure to join you, and yes, I dance...although I hope you will forgive my lack of familiarity with human dances."

OOC: That much is true, but Dora' is v. graceful and a fast learner, and Drow dances aren't incredibly different.

~On the floor~
Rebecca smiled "Yes, he has shown some interest I imagine."

~At the entrance~
The Prince smiled, "You need not worry, they are simple enough." He extended his moved to her right, and placed his arm as to escort her onto the floor.

It should prove interesting at the very least. Drow are known to be tempremental. One of my oldest friends is married to a Drow

~At the entrance~
The Prince smiled, "You need not worry, they are simple enough." He extended his moved to her right, and placed his arm as to escort her onto the floor.
Dora' takes his arm and allows him to escort her.

~Rebecca~
"Tempermental? In what way?"

~Newt~
As they reached the center of the floor, he turned gracefully to his left and moved his hands into a common waltz posistion. He said, "I'll start slow. Its a fairly easy dance." He began the box step so commonly accepted as the waltz.

~Rebecca~
"Tempermental? In what way?"

A very cold and calculating race... Kaymiril is a strange nation, the Drow there actually get on with humans. As a rule, that doesn't happen in society. They also have a slightly disturbing tendency to react in an explosive manner to certain things. Just don't anger one

Letting him lead, Dora' picks up the steps fairly quickly enough. The beat was easy enough to follow -- how long had she and Anna been preforming in similar quartets or quintets?

"This is similar enough to our basic court dances."

Rebecca flinched a bit "I see, we'll I shall make sure not to anger her then."

Newt smiled "I'm glad you can pick it up quickly. So, tell me about your people if you don't mind." He began to move more quickly, spinning gracefully.

Rebecca flinched a bit "I see, we'll I shall make sure not to anger her then."

Exactly

Rebecca continued to dance, "So how well do you know Dora's family? and how'd you meet them?"

Rebecca continued to dance, "So how well do you know Dora's family? and how'd you meet them?"

I don't know the family very well. I know her sister, Anna, fairly well, as she is my main point of contact with the nation. I met them through a friend of mine, who met with them and reported back. He's now married to one of the mages of Kaymiril

"Ahh, well thats interesting."

It is. But enough about me, what about you?

Newt smiled "I'm glad you can pick it up quickly. So, tell me about your people if you don't mind." He began to move more quickly, spinning gracefully.
Keeping up with the dance, Dora' thought a moment.

"Where to start? We're a highly magickally advanced nation, founded a thousand years ago. We have had six queens to date, with my sister due to ascend the throne in a few months. My line has an average life span of two and a half to three centuries, and we have ruled the people ever since Kaymiril I and her followers broke away from the Underdark. We are closely allied with the other nations in our region, but as a whole, our region is isolationistic. Kaymiril is beggining to break free of that due to my sister's efforts to open our nation, which is part of the reason I am here now."

She smiled "Well lets see, I am the Prince's second cousin. My older sister is Lady of the Banking Ministry." She sighed "I'm studying finance at the Imperial Institute, working on my Ph.D. not that it really matters. Is there anything in particular you'd like to know?"

Where do you intend to go when you finish your Ph.d?

Newt smiled after hearing this "I'm glad you came."

Rebecca did not waste a second thinking about the answer "I don't have a choice, my family has always worked in the Banking Ministry since its creation 400 years ago."

Rebecca did not waste a second thinking about the answer "I don't have a choice, my family has always worked in the Banking Ministry since its creation 400 years ago."

A life in banking? I was a solider before I became a politician... still, it's not all bad

"You had a choice, I don't. Family pressure and the sort. But it doesn't bother me, really." She smiled slightly.

"To be honest, I'm glad it's this type of meeting that I was sent to first. I'd never been outside my region prior to this."

The Prince grinned, "I agree with you fully, this is similar to the first out of the region event I attended. Though that one did not really matter. Believe me, with time they get easier. Unless your the main attraction."

Dora' nods. "That is understandable. I have watched my sister stress about meeting this or that diplomat. Eventually, she will probably just set up a department of foreign affairs, but for now, she's taking full responsibility for that area herself."

The Prince cringed thinking of accepting each diplomat and said, "That must be incredibly hard to do. I believe you met our Foreign Minister, Lawrence. He takes care of most of that sort of stuff. Makes life a lot easier, I suppose."

"You had a choice, I don't. Family pressure and the sort. But it doesn't bother me, really." She smiled slightly.

C'mon, you can be honest with me

Rebecca sighed "I suppose its a bit mundane, but over all I don't mind it. Its responsibility, just like each person in here. Prince Will, hes shipped off to war everytime his units deployed regardless of title. Lawrence's family have been the Foreign Ministers for 18 generations now. Theres little choice in the matter, unfortunately. And if I didn't do this, I would disgrace my father."

The Prince cringed thinking of accepting each diplomat and said, "That must be incredibly hard to do. I believe you met our Foreign Minister, Lawrence. He takes care of most of that sort of stuff. Makes life a lot easier, I suppose."
"Yes, I met him. I am constantly amazed that anyone can do that sort of work for long periods of time. While some ambassadors can be forgiving of minor mistakes, I am certain there are those who are not."

Rebecca sighed "I suppose its a bit mundane, but over all I don't mind it. Its responsibility, just like each person in here. Prince Will, hes shipped off to war everytime his units deployed regardless of title. Lawrence's family have been the Foreign Ministers for 18 generations now. Theres little choice in the matter, unfortunately. And if I didn't do this, I would disgrace my father."

As he danced, Jancius felt a small part of her boredom burying itself in his soul,"I see. That is a difficult position to be in... I'm sure you'll do it brilliantly though"

The Prince nodded "Lawrence is a brilliant young man, and charismatic. His family's been in charge of the Ministry for 18 generations. If he makes a mistake we do not hold him accountable, he knows that but also knows he does not want his family to have a bad light. But anyhow, how are you enjoying this first day?"

Rebecca smiled, "Thank you." She said it with a slight admiration for someone so free as a soldier turned politician.

The Prince nodded "Lawrence is a brilliant young man, and charismatic. His family's been in charge of the Ministry for 18 generations. If he makes a mistake we do not hold him accountable, he knows that but also knows he does not want his family to have a bad light. But anyhow, how are you enjoying this first day?"
"The people I've met have been friendly, and the land itself looks pleasant."

He smiled, noting the tone in her voice, before holding her a little closer as they spun

He sighed and said "Thats good, but are you having fun?"

"Oh, apologies...I am enjoying myself as much as is possible for my first time in an unfamiliar land."

The Prince nodded "Perhaps you would rather do something you'd prefer more tomorrow? Have any ideas?"

"My falcon is arriving in the morning. He's trained for hunting, so I was thinking maybe tomorrow afternoon...?"

The Prince grinned "That will be fine, I could use the relaxation of a good hunt."

Dora' nods. "I will warn you in advance, though, not to pet him. He can take off your hand with little to no effort."

The Prince nodded "I'll stay safe."

Dora' nods. "So, what sort of animal will we be hunting tomorrow?"

"Well we normally hunt fox, but if that is unsuiting for you and your falcon we can find something else." He twirled her around twice, and continued with the normal waltz to a Bavarian melody.

Coming gracefully out of the spin, Dora' nods. "That should suit Barra very well."

He said,"Superb, we hunt on mount, I hope that will not be an issue." As the music came to its final movement, the Prince smiled, "I'm having quite the lovely time."

"No, it shouldn't be a problem." She smiles back at him. "I am glad to have accepted your invitation."

OOC: That's about the closest she's translating atm to "I'm having a good time too." Anna's the one that speaks other languages more fluently.

OOC: heh okay

IC:

The hours seemed to pass quickly while dancing, and at midnight the Emperor finally called for the cease of music. He stood from his throne, and spoke "It has reached that time, we must conclude the first nights ceremonies. I hope we can manage the same sort of fun as today." He escorted his wife out of the hall, and at the entrance turned and made a slight bow that was responded to in kind.

As people began to leave, Newt remained on the floor "I had a lovely time" he said, "I hope we can arrange for something like this again." He smiled.

Rebecca remained too and said to Barbarossa "I had a great time dancing, you dance divinely." She smiled "I should be around tomorrow, perhaps we can find something to do."

Dora' smiles back at Newt. "Of course."

Barbarossa nodded,"I'd like that very much. And as I told you before, you dance beautifully"

Newt smiled and said "It is late, I must retire. Shall I escort you to your suite?Or do you intend on roaming the grounds?"

Rebecca smiled, "I must leave now, my driver is waiting." She looked over to the door where an Imperial Guard stood. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek as she turned to leave she said "Have a good night."

His hand flew to his cheek as she left,What.. what was that?. Shaking himself slightly, he grabbed a quick drink, before retiring to his room

Newt smiled and said "It is late, I must retire. Shall I escort you to your suite?Or do you intend on roaming the grounds?"
"I will be roaming the grounds for a few minutes, but thank you for the offer."

The Prince nodded, "Have fun then." He turned to leave.

Dora' gave him a graceful dip of her head as he left, then removed her coronet, which reverted to its owl form and took its place on her shoulder.

The prince climbed the Grand Staircase, and sighed once reaching the top. He headed towards his room at the far end of the hall, and thought today has been a good day. Upon reaching his room, he quickly showered and changed into a robe. He walked out to the balcony, and stared at the large, full moon.

Dora' catches up to Barbarossa. "Lord Barbarossa, my sister sends her greetings."

Greetings your Highness. When you return, give your sister my kindest regards

OOC: Are you two going to talk for a while? or should we just skip ahead, I do not care either way.

"I will."

Leaving the ballroom to sit outside, Dora' looked at Zotreth.

"Contact Glider."

Within moments, Anna's face appeared on a the screen that Zoreth had spread himself into.

[[OOC: Note: This convo has been formatted from its original version. It has been formatted to fit your language.]]

A -- "Dora', isn't it late over there?"

D -- "Fairly. And I'll be up at dawn."

A -- "Always. Anyway, how'd it go? What did you think?"

D -- "It went fairly well. At the very least, I should be able to set up diplomatic relations."

A -- "And what if he chooses you as his bride?"

D -- *Shrugs* "He seems a good enough man. Aside from that, by coming here at the invitation, I basically stated that if I was the one he selected, I agreed to marry him."

A -- "True."

D -- "By the way, Barbarossa is indeed here. He sends his regards."

Anna nods. "In any event, sister, go on and get some sleep."

Dora' nods and ends the communication, walking up to her chambers, showering, and going to sleep.

OOC: Dora'll only sleep for four hours...it's all she needs.

OOC: Fair enough

IC:
It was dawn, 6:30 A.M in fact. The changing of the guard could be heard outside, with the regal extravagence so normal in most Empires. Prince Newt awoke, like usual, and changed quickly as to go for a run. He returned at 7:30, showered, and then changed into white pants, a loose white shirt, and a light blue sport coat. He went down his private steps, and waited for anyone from the party to arrive in the dining room.

Barbarossa was already up and about, his Calipsian Node waking him at the sounds of the changing of the guard

The Prince greeted Barbarossa "How are you this morning?"

Looking forward to a new day. Yourself?

"About the same," he grinned "Did you enjoy yourself last night? and are you going to join us on our hunt this afternoon?"

It was a good night... and twos company. Threes a crowd, so I cannot join you and Dora' on the hunt

Dora' woke at five, stretched out, and dressed for the morning. It was an elegant pants suit, more suitable than a dress as she was expecting her hawk.

At seven, she went downstairs, waiting for Krytor's arrival with Barra. She had a thick leather glove in her hands.

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6:30.

Krytor landed at the airport with Barra on his arm. The falcon was beautiful...black with silver tracings, perfectly formed and proportioned. For his own safety, the falcon was hooded and jessed, and the falconer looked around for his ride to the palace.

~Airport~
A black S-55 was waiting at the Royal Tarmac, and once the bird arrived the driver and guard helped the falconer into the car. They sped off, immediately after everything was set.

~Dining Room~
The Prince nodded "Well, the thing is, I assumed more people would be coming. I know my father and brothers had planned on it themselves. Thats why I ask. When we hunt fox, its usually a big crowd present."

In that case, I may consider it

The Prince smiled "Fair enough, I believe Rebecca will join us today too."

Barbarossa tried, and failed, to suppress a smile,"Excellent"

The bird was perfectly calm, but the falconer himself looked slightly nervous...not much, he didn't want to startle Barra. His ungloved hand bore many scars from different birds over the years.

The car arrived infront of the palace at about 7:15. The amount of traffic was incredibly high as it was a saturday, and so many people from the densely populated Capital wanted to go to the beach.

The noise of traffic had startled the bird some, but Krytor calmed him expertly. As the car came to a halt, he stepped out.

Dora' went forward to get her falcon, pulling on her glove.

"Bel'la dos, Krytor."

"Siyo, Qu'essan."

As soon as the falcon was shifted from the trainer to the princess, Krytor closed his eyes, concentrated, and teleported back to his aviary.

OOC: I gotta run for a little bit, I'll be back later.

OOC: sorry for the absence, at the weekend I dissapear...

Michael had decided against taking part in the hunt as he had no real interest in hunting, he stretched, trying to work out the kinks in his back which had resulted in sleeping on the floor. Apparently there'd been some confusion somwhere along the line as to his exact reltionship with Ariadne, and while she had all but forced him to take the double bed which had been provided for them, he had insisted that he would be sleeping on the floor whether or not she took the bed and so it only made sense for her to take it.
Yawning, He began to wander the palace halls, not really going anywhere, and more getting his bearings than anything else. Ariadne had opted instead to stay in their room a little longer and later perhaps take a look around the grounds. He had to admit though, that this had been one of the more interesting diplomatic evnts he had been too, despite the crash course in waltzing Ariadne had given him the night before in their room in case the need for dancing ever returned. Sighing, he stopped to examine an elegant tapestry hanging from the wall, red and gold strands intertwining into shapes that almost moved him.
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Ariadne stepped out onto the balcony, the sun was in the air, glowing like it held all the light of the universe within its firey globe. It was one of those most beautiful of days when you almost feel like you could fly, and Ariadne was not in the mood to let such a feeling pass. Stepping fluifly up onto the stone barrier between the balcony and the very air itself, she felt the momentary thrill of being a breath away from that fall. Far enough to kill her, she thought idly. In her younger days Ariadne had gone trestling, lying on railway tracks so that when a train comes, it goes right over you. The roar of the engine mingling with the darkness of the train and the sparks from the rails, and you were hot and cold and burned and covered in ash and coal and for once in your life you wre taking a real chance, a real risk. For a while Ariadne had hated herself. Suicide was the cowards way out, but to die while trestleing, she thought, that would almost be worth it...When that train was running over her, she had been reduced to nothing, just ashes and dirt, and after it was over, shee felt like she'd been born again. Like she could breathe at last.

She stood there, on that balcony and considered how much of her childhood had made her the woman she was that day. Ariadne allowed herself a private smile.

OOC: Tell me you don't know that from experience...

OOC: No, you can't do it anymore, the way they made trains in the seventies or eighties meant there was enough spce between the carriages and the rails for it to be possible, but I'm pretty sure if you lie on the tracks now you just die. I find it kinda scary that people did it at all, so I guess it kind fascinates me as to why.

OOC: Okay, good.

OOC: It reflects well on your character that you appear to be concerned for the welfare of somone you've never met, and probably will never meet. Maybe I'm wrong and you were just freaked out and curious, but if not, thanks :)

OOC: A little bit of both...but that's just how I am. ^_^

I can also be a real bitch at times, too, to someone who rubs me the wrong way.

OOC: heh, I can relate. I'm very easy going, and I never get pissed off unless you get me into debate about something I feel strongly bout, then I breathe fire! but thanks anyway.

OOC: I'm more piss-offable than that, lol. SE's seen both sides of me...hey, SE, we've been rping for five mo.

OOC: well, I do on occasions partake of substances which encourage calmness...but even wheen I'm not partaking of said substances, I find life to be a lot more fun to just laugh at people when they get pissed off, they get even more pissed off, and I get a good laugh, so it's a win win situation! gtg, It's like, midnight over here...nice speaking with you :)

OOC: Well, see ya, lol.

OOC: Lol...wow quite the analogy. I don't have time to post, so I'll do the hunt tomorrow.

OOC: I'm more piss-offable than that, lol. SE's seen both sides of me...hey, SE, we've been rping for five mo.
OOC: So we have. And guys, Kay is not a woman to piss off. Seriously

OOC: mental note, appease Kay!

OOC: Yes, you do that MH, you do that. Anyway... the hunt going to start soon Newtdom?

OOC: I feel so loved...

OOC: Yes, yes you are very loved *appease! appease!*

OOC: *Throws something at MH*

OOC: sorry I posted earlier, but it screwed up

IC:

The hours passed quickly, lunch passed and at 1:30 pm trumpets sounded. They meant the hunt would begin shortly. If you were to look out on the grounds behind the main palace building, you would see a great number of nobility mounted, or bridling their horses. They were all uniform, with their red tunics, black helmets and white pants, and the horses were all thoroughbred. They were waiting for the others to arrive, and at 1:45 a french horn sounded signalling the Emperor's approach.

From the stables, to the south west 5 figures approached riding their white Arabian horses. Three were dressed in the normal equestrian uniform, Will to the left, the Emperor in the middle, and Newt to the right. They were flanked by two Dragoons, they were nobility and officers in the corp. and usually escorted the Emperor while on mount. They were dressed in a green equestrian garb, the uniform of a nonhunter. The one towards the left, next to Will carried a horn, while the other escorted the 50 someodd hounds.

When they reached the rest of the nobility, the Emperor dismounted and his hounds gathered around him. He petted each softly, these were his prized hounds, various types each with its own purpose. The Emperor smiled and looked towards Newt "Are the guests on their way?"

OOC: I'm going to assume that arrangements were made for guest's horses...although it looks as though only two extra are needed.

IC:
Dora' came down in hunting attire similar to the Newtonian uniform, but Kaymirilian in design. The colors would stand out in any climate, but it was a graceful assortment of red and black.

Barra was on her fist, unhooded, and he looked around curiously at the spectacle. His eyes were bright, and he spread his wings, but did not take off, as his jesses were still on.

Dora' came to the horse that a servant had waiting for her, and grabbing hold of the saddle in one hand, she put one of her feet in a stirrup and swung herself onto the animal's back, taking the reins in her free hand. Barra cheebled excitedly. On a chain around Dora's neck was the whistle the bird had been trained to -- and not only him. Five generations of his line had been trained to the exact same whistle, and she had known them all...they had all been hers.

As you may be aware, in Kathleenistan, the monarchy serves in an "advise and consent" capacity in our Constitutional government. His Majesty, King Albert Edward XII, is the proud father of her Royal Highness, the Princess Sarah Alexandra Elizabeth Mary. Princess Sarah, as her beloved countrymen know her by, is a well educated and accomplished. Known throughout the world for both her esquisite beauty and humanitarian work, this 26 year old holds a bachelor's degree in Government from Georgetown University, a degree in global economics from the London School of Economics, a masters in public policy from the John F. Kennedy School at Harvard, and is currently attending law school at Kiloran University in Kathleenistan.

Should you be interested in learning more about our princess, feel free to contact us via telegram at Kathleenistan on Nationstates.net

OOC: opps...sorry in the first post I had that all arranged. heh overlooked.

Kathleenistan, if you want your princess to attend, have her sent into the rp. This isn't pick the princess from the nation's short bio.

IC:
Newt rode up close to Dora', and looked at the falcon. "I hope you have fun today. Is your horse sufficient?"

Dora' nods, both in greeting and in answer. "He'll do very well...I hope he doesn't spook at the bird, though."

While Newt looks at Barra, Barra looks at him, with that bright, piercing falcon's eye.

Newt turned his head from the falcon and smiled "Its a great looking bird. But these horses won't be frieghtened easily. They are use to the hunt, dogs and the sort. The guest horses are from the Dragoon Regiment stationed here, so loud noises are usually shrugged off anyway." He moved the horse closer to Dora's and petted the horses main "He should be fine."

"That's good, then. Don't mind Barra...that's how he looks at everyone and everything. All his kind does."

Newt smiled briefly, and nodded. "If you will excuse me, I need to speak to my father for a moment." Newt led the horse with an exquisite gait towards the older men by the hounds.

Will rode up quickly to Dora', after warming up his mount. He smiled and said "So what do you think of my brother."

Dora' smiles, recognising this tactic.

"Your brother seems to be a good enough man, but I have not known him long enough to have a proper opinion about him."

EDIT OOC: Umm...sorry about the delay...I quite possibly have a sick bird over on this end.

Will smiled, knowing the tact answer, and said "Fair enough, he is a good man though. I think you shall like him more you get to know him."

OOC: Okay, I hope it will be ok. You actually do falconry? Its something I've always wanted to do.

"Hopefully so."

OOC: No, but I totally wish. I have finches. They bite, too...they just don't draw blood.

Will grinned, and waited for his brother who rode gracefully towards them. Newt looked at his brother then Dora', and said "We shall begin shortly, we are just waiting for a few more guests and nobles."

OOC: Oh, thats cool. My friend's dad raises canaries and finches too. Yeah I was wondering about falconry, its kinda rare to find a trainer since there are only 4000 or so in the US.

Dora' nods her understanding and raises a finger to stroke her falcon's belly. Barra, being accustomed to her touch, sits still.

OOC: I know. I want a falcon...but I love my finches.

OOC: Okay, well if any one else wants to join they can midhunt.

IC:
The Emperor raised his hand, the foxes had already been released earlier in the day, and the horn was blown. The common charge played so often during a fox hunt was accented by the almost perfect playing ability of this cavalier. The hounds, upon hearing the sound they were trained to react too, took off in packs towards the several different foxes that had been released.

The Emperor started the chase, an award winning equestrian he was at home on a horse, as was his family. The nobility following suit looked like a field of red, black, and white, with specks of green representing the nonhunting element of the group. They charged down the slightly sloped yard behind the palace, towards the trees atleast a mile in the distance. One watching such a charge could easily be dazzled, or believe they are seeing a famed cavalry charge, such as that of the Light Brigade.

Newt looked towards Dora' and smiled "So we're off." He reared the horse on its hind legs and landed in the direction of the others.

As the charge started playing, Dora' removed her falcon's jesses and let the bird flap twice before launching him into the air. He was quickly gone from sight, but he could see the field clearly.

Meanwhile, Dora' urged her horse forward with everyone else. So many of them, and so much noise...they'll scare those beasts off...perfect for Barra, but for a general hunt?