Boone Ridge
06-04-2006, 01:54
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Boone Ridge, 50 miles east of Yullink
Akmed Hornek led the simple life. He lived with his two wives, a son, and three daughters in a yurt somewhere far outside the market town of Yullink. Akmed had few possessions, a small herd of sheep, a few bed rolls, a donkey, three goats, a plow, and an ancient Willy his father left him.
It was spring, planting time, and Akmed and his son had just hooked his donkey up to the plow when he heard a gunshot and the distinctive rumble of a small jeep.
"Son, go inside and get my rifle."
Nervous sweat had already began to fall down his brow.
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The driver of the jeep glared at his passenger.
"Did you really have to shoot the rabbit?"
"No." He paused. "Do you think he'll remember us?"
"Yes. Well, I hope so. Hornek always was the jumpy type back in our day so I don't know how he'll be reacting to your little act back there."
The driver glared again.
The jeep pulled over at the yurt. Akmed pointed his M1 at the men.
"Step away! No highwaymen! I shoot!"
"Akmed, relax, its me, Ali!"
Akmed put down his rifle.
"Ali? I haven't seen you since my brother's coronation!"
He put his rifle back up.
"What is this about!"
"Akmed, be calm. Your brother has been assasinated. We need you to come with us, to Rei, to claim the throne!"
Akmed looked down, at first sad, a tear rolling down his cheek, then angry.
"No. I will not endanger my children. I don't care about the throne. I just want my family to be safe."
"Akmed!" the passenger of the jeep said. "Do you really want your family to live like this? The assasins have been caught, there is no chance your children will be hurt! Please, come to Rei, the rest of your family needs you.
Akmed raised his head.
"Children! Jasmin! Husna! Come quick, we are going to Rei!"
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Rei Palace
Akmeds first week as Sultan was, to say the least, difficult. His brothers advisors swarmed him, asking him to answer questions ranging from matters of national security and the drought in the valley to what color napkins he would like for his coronation dinner. The least helpful of his advisors was Antar. Antar was head of the Ministry of Foreign Relations, and very obviously a corrupted man. He met with Akmed at every possible moment he had, during meals, while he was trying to figure out this 'Television', while he was getting ready for bed, even during prayer. Eventually, Antar began to ask about Comatica.
"Would you like there leader to come to the coronation? How about a meeting with one of there ambassadors? Some economic help would do a great good, how about that?"
Akmed motioned for him to stop.
"Please Antar, I am going to bed. Send them a message. Make a decision by yourself. I honestly don't care what you do."
Akmed closed the doors to his bedroom, and locked them shut.
"Well, if that will please His Highness, I guess I must."
To: The Goverment Head of Comatica, our Freinds to the West
From: The Ministry of Foreign Relations, Boone Ridge
The Sultanate of Boone Ridge finds itself in a state of Economic Emergency. A drought in our nation has completley wiped out our crops and livestock. Our people are dieing in the streets, and we are in need of economic support. Please, help our nation in need.
Antar Zawquid, Ministry of Forieign Relations
All of this was, of course, completly overblown. There was in fact a drought in the valley, however, to say it was an 'Economic Emergency' was an outright lie. Antar was hoping to get very rich off this. Very rich indeed.
OOC: Soo, yeah, Antar is trying to get some quick cash off of his sympathy plea. If you need anything changed, I'll understand. Also, I didn't bother making an OOC thread because I'm pretty sure we can be civilised about this enough and anything we really need to know can be taken care of through TGs. If you'ld like one, I'll put one up.
I'm going to go watch the Sox game, so I'll post more later
Boone Ridge, 50 miles east of Yullink
Akmed Hornek led the simple life. He lived with his two wives, a son, and three daughters in a yurt somewhere far outside the market town of Yullink. Akmed had few possessions, a small herd of sheep, a few bed rolls, a donkey, three goats, a plow, and an ancient Willy his father left him.
It was spring, planting time, and Akmed and his son had just hooked his donkey up to the plow when he heard a gunshot and the distinctive rumble of a small jeep.
"Son, go inside and get my rifle."
Nervous sweat had already began to fall down his brow.
-----------------------------------------------------
The driver of the jeep glared at his passenger.
"Did you really have to shoot the rabbit?"
"No." He paused. "Do you think he'll remember us?"
"Yes. Well, I hope so. Hornek always was the jumpy type back in our day so I don't know how he'll be reacting to your little act back there."
The driver glared again.
The jeep pulled over at the yurt. Akmed pointed his M1 at the men.
"Step away! No highwaymen! I shoot!"
"Akmed, relax, its me, Ali!"
Akmed put down his rifle.
"Ali? I haven't seen you since my brother's coronation!"
He put his rifle back up.
"What is this about!"
"Akmed, be calm. Your brother has been assasinated. We need you to come with us, to Rei, to claim the throne!"
Akmed looked down, at first sad, a tear rolling down his cheek, then angry.
"No. I will not endanger my children. I don't care about the throne. I just want my family to be safe."
"Akmed!" the passenger of the jeep said. "Do you really want your family to live like this? The assasins have been caught, there is no chance your children will be hurt! Please, come to Rei, the rest of your family needs you.
Akmed raised his head.
"Children! Jasmin! Husna! Come quick, we are going to Rei!"
http://www.embegyptjordan.com/images/AbdeenPalaceMuseumComplex-new.jpg
Rei Palace
Akmeds first week as Sultan was, to say the least, difficult. His brothers advisors swarmed him, asking him to answer questions ranging from matters of national security and the drought in the valley to what color napkins he would like for his coronation dinner. The least helpful of his advisors was Antar. Antar was head of the Ministry of Foreign Relations, and very obviously a corrupted man. He met with Akmed at every possible moment he had, during meals, while he was trying to figure out this 'Television', while he was getting ready for bed, even during prayer. Eventually, Antar began to ask about Comatica.
"Would you like there leader to come to the coronation? How about a meeting with one of there ambassadors? Some economic help would do a great good, how about that?"
Akmed motioned for him to stop.
"Please Antar, I am going to bed. Send them a message. Make a decision by yourself. I honestly don't care what you do."
Akmed closed the doors to his bedroom, and locked them shut.
"Well, if that will please His Highness, I guess I must."
To: The Goverment Head of Comatica, our Freinds to the West
From: The Ministry of Foreign Relations, Boone Ridge
The Sultanate of Boone Ridge finds itself in a state of Economic Emergency. A drought in our nation has completley wiped out our crops and livestock. Our people are dieing in the streets, and we are in need of economic support. Please, help our nation in need.
Antar Zawquid, Ministry of Forieign Relations
All of this was, of course, completly overblown. There was in fact a drought in the valley, however, to say it was an 'Economic Emergency' was an outright lie. Antar was hoping to get very rich off this. Very rich indeed.
OOC: Soo, yeah, Antar is trying to get some quick cash off of his sympathy plea. If you need anything changed, I'll understand. Also, I didn't bother making an OOC thread because I'm pretty sure we can be civilised about this enough and anything we really need to know can be taken care of through TGs. If you'ld like one, I'll put one up.
I'm going to go watch the Sox game, so I'll post more later