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OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT COMMUNIQUE
OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT

The President will be attending a series of diplomatic and economic conferences over the comming days, in the interest of placing Rotovia back onto the international stage.

It is requested that His Eminency, The President be granted and audience with Lord Damien during this period.

[signed]
Helen Armont, PhD
Secretary to the Office
of The President of Rotovia

For and on behalf of:

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His Imperial Eminency
His Royal Majesty
The Right Honourable
Crown Prince Dionysus Bacchius
Heir to the Throne of Rotovia
Prince of Crete
President of the Republic
Duke of Carthage
Ruler of Prespolis
and Lord of All Domains

Lord Dreadfire would be happy to attend any meeting or summit with Rotovia, and is willing to travel if need be. Let us know as soon as possible where this meeting is to be held and if anyone other than our two leaders will be present.

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The One Who Shall Remain Unnamed
-Lord of the Death Dealers-
Servant of the Dread Fires

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OOC: I'd be happy to do an RP, but I have one request: No assassination attempts, kidnapping attempts, hostage situations, or anything of the sort.

Lord Dreadfire would be happy to attend any meeting or summit with Rotovia, and is willing to travel if need be. Let us know as soon as possible where this meeting is to be held and if anyone other than our two leaders will be present.

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The One Who Shall Remain Unnamed
-Lord of the Death Dealers-
Servant of the Dread Fires

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OOC: I'd be happy to do an RP, but I have one request: No assassination attempts, kidnapping attempts, hostage situations, or anything of the sort.
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OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT COMMUNIQUE
OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT

It is request of The President that a private meeting be arranged between himself and Lord Dreadfire, at the earliest possibly conveinence.

President Baccheus will be making a number of pitstops within AMF to liase with diplomatic officials in distant nations. Any of these times would be ideal for our own schedule.

[signed]
Helen Armont, PhD
Secretary to the Office
of The President of Rotovia

For and on behalf of:

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His Imperial Eminency
His Royal Majesty
The Right Honourable
Crown Prince Dionysus Bacchius
Heir to the Throne of Rotovia
Prince of Crete
President of the Republic
Duke of Carthage
Ruler of Prespolis
and Lord of All Domains

OOC: Don't worry. Nothing like that.

The Great Hall was prepared in a hurry for the meeting between the President of Rotovia and Lord Dreadfire, though no detail was overlooked. The ancient china had been broken out and placed in a neat manner across the giant red oak table, and all about the kitchen, dining room, and den Damien's servants bustled about.

An dense fog began to drift down from the ULE Mountains and rest inside the bowl shaped valley that housed the heart of Automagfreek for centuries. Though the weather was beginning to grow foul the metting was to take place regardless, and the mighty stoves within the kitchens began cranking up the heat and churning out many of the fine foods that were to be served later that night.

Lord Dreadfire himself had turned away from the reports of the war in Kahanistan, for he was concerned for the safety of his son following the generous use of WMD on the battlefield. He dressed in his ceremonial garb and topped his outfit off with his 1,000 year old battle armor that still showed the scars of ages long since past.

A car had already been sent to the ULE City airport in anticipation of the President's arrival, and as the hours ticked away the final preparations were put into place. Though Dreadfire was indeed a very busy man, a meeting such as this was far too tempting and important to pass us.

The Presidential Jet came to a gentle stop on the tarmac. Dion gliding his hands over the Raysian deisgned control panel, flying his personal plane was the latest of his pet projects and would no doubt be short lived.

As the stairwell decended it was immediatly filled with Praetorian Gaurdsman. Their perfect black uniforms and identical leather trenchcoats blew in a gentle breeze as they rapidly decended to the base of the steps and formed to columns. Between which a red carpet was quickly rolled.

The Rotovian Anthem came blairing from inside the plane to the enjoyment of a small group of Rotovian Nationals who had gathered behind the fence of the airport.

A breif moment later, the daunting figure of the President appeared in the doorway and deliberately decended the steps.

A perfectly formulated wave and ever-so inclined head were a mark of a lifetime in the national spotlight and secreted an air of statelieness.

Reaching the end of the carpet, he turned to the crowd. Gave a final wave and began to walk towards the waiting car.

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AMF, did you receive my TG?