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~International Statement~

Three months after a highly publicized divorce case, Lady Isabella Reinhard, the esteemed leader of the Reich is once again ready to wed, how ever this time she is turning to the international community. The rewards of marrying into The House of Reinhard, one of Tocrowkia's most prominent families are many, and should be quite obvious, how ever, we are aware the collective IQ of the world has dropped considerably in the past decade, especially in areas like the United States, so we will list some of the more important ones:

1)The most obvious and important is that Lady Isabella's husband will assume the title of Steward of Tocrowkia.

2)He will also be granted mastery of the Reinhard families second most prominent estate in Danzing, a beautiful city set on the foot of the Fantaroma mountains in south-east Tocrowkia.

3)A considerably large dowry of 700 Million USD.

How ever!, there are some things that any prospective suitor must be aware of:

1)While the Lord will have the title of Steward, his power will be limited. Important areas, such as the Military and Treasury will still lie in Lady Isabella's control.

2)Isabella has had two children as a result of her previous marriage, and the Lord will be expected to treat them as his own.

3)The House of Reinhard is currently Matriarchal under Lady Isabella, and this will not change. Therefore, conservatives, fundamentalists, chauvinists and misogynists need not apply!

4)Only nobility, royalty and possibly prominent Military figures will be accepted as possible suitors.

And while not directly a rule or law, any suitor should probably know Lady Isabella is not a girly-girl, as is the standard in this day and age. She has trained at the nations most difficult Military academy with great success, as well as won the national fencing tournament several times in a row, mastering several styles of swordsmanship in the process.

Anyway, we would like to see if any nation can produce a man worthy enough to be Steward.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

((OOC:...Bump.))

I would join, but after reading the entire thing, no self-respecting man in my nation would live under a matriarchal rule. And, Military control would be a requirement for any man in my nation.

~International Statement~

Three months after a highly publicized divorce case, Lady Isabella Reinhard, the esteemed leader of the Reich is once again ready to wed, how ever this time she is turning to the international community. The rewards of marrying into The House of Reinhard, one of Tocrowkia's most prominent families are many, and should be quite obvious, how ever, we are aware the collective IQ of the world has dropped considerably in the past decade, especially in areas like the United States, so we will list some of the more important ones:

1)The most obvious and important is that Lady Isabella's husband will assume the title of Steward of Tocrowkia.

2)He will also be granted mastery of the Reinhard families second most prominent estate in Danzing, a beautiful city set on the foot of the Fantaroma mountains in south-east Tocrowkia.

3)A considerably large dowry of 700 Million USD.

How ever!, there are some things that any prospective suitor must be aware of:

1)While the Lord will have the title of Steward, his power will be limited. Important areas, such as the Military and Treasury will still lie in Lady Isabella's control.

2)Isabella has had two children as a result of her previous marriage, and the Lord will be expected to treat them as his own.

3)The House of Reinhard is currently Matriarchal under Lady Isabella, and this will not change. Therefore, conservatives, fundamentalists, chauvinists and misogynists need not apply!

4)Only nobility, royalty and possibly prominent Military figures will be accepted as possible suitors.

And while not directly a rule or law, any suitor should probably know Lady Isabella is not a girly-girl, as is the standard in this day and age. She has trained at the nations most difficult Military academy with great success, as well as won the national fencing tournament several times in a row, mastering several styles of swordsmanship in the process.

Anyway, we would like to see if any nation can produce a man worthy enough to be Steward.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

Emperor Octavian read through the notice and thought of Prince Julius, named after Julius Caesar. So, he sent this reply:


''To: The Foreign Ministry of the Tocrowkian Reich
From: Emperor Octavian of Byzantinia Romanium

I have read through your notice and I would like to suggest one of my sons, Prince Julius. Here is info on him:

Prince Julius:
Age: 25 (what is Isabella's age by the way? Just so I can do a reasonable age)
Height: 6'1
Weight: 156
Interests: Swordsmanship, Fencing, Reading, Cultures, many other things
Prince Julius has read many ancient texts, like Sun-Tzu's The Art of War for example. He will accept a matriarchal rule, he does not mind as he respects the traditions of Tocrowkia. He would also respect the children she has and he would treat them as his own with respect and love. He would also enjoy fencing, etc with Isabella as well. He is also into Martial Arts, having black belts in several.

If any more info is needed, don't hesistate to ask us for it. Prosperity be to Tocrowkia and to Lady Isabella (a respectful end to the letter).

Signed,
Emperor Octavian''

We regret to inform you that, though your suitor is interesting, your nation is not exactly...renown enough to have such strong ties to one such as ours.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

We regret to inform you that, though your suitor is interesting, your nation is not exactly...renown enough to have such strong ties to one such as ours.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

We did not mean to say we did, if you thought we did. We are a new nation on the international stage. We hope you would still consider our suitor but we respect your decisions.

B.R

And you should.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

And you should.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

We will do so.

OOC-It is too bad my suitor is not good, but hey, at least I can say I tried and posted. I hope whom ever you pick, Tocrowkia, that everything goes well. And yes, I did read that you said this is a satire.

We will do so.

OOC-It is too bad my suitor is not good, but hey, at least I can say I tried and posted. I hope whom ever you pick, Tocrowkia, that everything goes well. And yes, I did read that you said this is a satire.

OOC: This thread also has another objective, one that I will not reveal. Anyway, enough OOC.

OOC: This thread also has another objective, one that I will not reveal. Anyway, enough OOC.

OOC-Sorry to clog this up with OOC but I am sure whatever the other objective is, it will be interesting. Also, I do wish my suitor was good enough but hey, what can you do?

OOC-I'm waiting for someone to submit something like..

Prince Whatever
Age: 47
Height: 5'3
Weight: 134
Interests: Having his servants do everything for him
Prince Whatever is not very skilled in anything, he has never really had a relationship, and his dieing father wants his lazy ass to get married before he becomes King.

Thank you.

Prince Harald, second son of the king of the Seventh Kingdom of the Valgardian Nine First Kingdoms, has read this letter and has taken interest in the Lady Isabella Reinhard and has expressed in his desire in meeting the Lady Isabella, and possibly marry this noble Lady.

Here is some information about the Prince:

Name: Prince Harald Oiteran
Age: 24
Height: 6’7”
Weight: 235
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale White
Build: Extremely muscular, fit, and with little body fat.
I.Q.: 148
Titles: Duke of Oyoniat, Duke Ortekand, Count of Gario, Baron of Tertland, Guardian of the Easter Marches, Knight of the Imperial Crown, Master of the Seventh Kingdom’s Knights, Knight of the Emperor’s Hand, and Bearer of the Imperial Standard.
Interests: Art, hunting, archery, fishing, painting, reading, history, riding, skiing, wrestling, soccer, rugby, fencing, culture, the sciences, and a number of other things.
Education: The Imperial Military College, the Crown’s School for the Gifted, and the prestigious Emperor’s Academy.

OOC: Just to ask can you give me some information about the Princess, please?

OOC: Just to ask can you give me some information about the Princess, please?

((OOC: She's not a Princess, nor is she any other type of Royalty. She is a noble, kind of. The Steward(ess) is a position similar to the Stewards of Gondor, they sit on the throne if the current Monarch is unable to perform their duties. Also, I'm hoping to avoid this thread from becoming a generic marriage thread, so he can just hop on a jet and fly to Tocrowkia, or what everer.

And her info can be found on my NSwiki page))

(OOC: let's see how your satire likes ORKS!!!)

Cheif Gobbullgnash wants to marry off his son, he has a great Green Complexion and a suitable odur, his stats follow.

Name: Cheif's Son Gobbullgash
Age: 24
Height: 4'0"
Weight: 85lbs
Number of remaining teeth: 5
Number of remaining hairs: 2
Grobble Slaves: 21
Kills: 22
IQ: 76
Number of pet rocks: 3

(OOC: how's that for a slice of fright gold?)

Name: Benjj Necros

Age: 53(appearence of 28)

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 145

Eye Color: brown

Hair Color: jet black

Skin Tone: Pale

Religion: ZA Death Cult

Title: Count Benjj of Tar'Kanar, son of Countess Cil of Kabar, daughter of the Sovereign Lord Necromancer

Benjj Necros is considered at least the third most powerful necromancer in the Zombie Alliance, next to his grandfather Lord Necromancer and his grandfather's brother Anubis. When his father, Count Aggrra Necros, drowned, Benjj inherited the county of Tar'Kanar thirty years ago.

It should be known that Benjj must drink at least a pint of a virgin's blood monthly to keep from collapsing into a pile of dust.

((OOC: She's not a Princess, nor is she any other type of Royalty. She is a noble, kind of. The Steward(ess) is a position similar to the Stewards of Gondor, they sit on the throne if the current Monarch is unable to perform their duties. Also, I'm hoping to avoid this thread from becoming a generic marriage thread, so he can just hop on a jet and fly to Tocrowkia, or what everer.

And her info can be found on my NSwiki page))OOC: Alright, then I get a decent idea of the power of the Stewardess and I in fact have a similar position in my nation, but is quite different then the role your Steward(ess). As well, I await the progression of this thread.

Bump.

OOC: Alright, then I get a decent idea of the power of the Stewardess and I in fact have a similar position in my nation, but is quite different then the role your Steward(ess). As well, I await the progression of this thread.


((OOC: So it's similar and yet different at the same time? 0_o

Oh and TZA, read my previous post.))

OOC: Which previous post? You have lots of previous posts! It's your thread! I read them all, what did I do?

OOC: Which previous post? You have lots of previous posts! It's your thread! I read them all, what did I do?


((OOC: Hahaha. All right, I said I'm not going to turn this into a generic marriage thread. If you want your....person in the RP, have him fly to my nation.))

OOC: And in the spirit of the ZA, he will be flying in on the back of a zombie gryphon!

IC: "Milord, the airport is in sight."

The three riders tugged on the reins of their mounts, the necroflyers.(zombiefied gryphons) The creatures descended onto the landing strip, one that the riders, Count Benjj among them, did not realize was reserved for machines. He and his two servents dismounted and he uttered the word "Akbana." This made the necroflyers stay in place unless they were in any immediate danger.

Benjj and his servents walked into the airport itself, wondering where they could meet Lady Reinhard.

Le` Bump!

Benjj had attracted attention, but it wasn't what you call positive. An entire squadron of fighters, as well as several units of police. Soon, the airport was alive with officers looking for the rider of the...uh, creatures. It was safe to say zombie gryphons were not a common occurrence in Tocrowkia.

Count Benjj's necroflyer, Ebonheart, had carried its master during the Antartic Civil War, and it had in that time come to identify multiple identically-dressed men with weapons as a threat. It let rubbed its skeletal jaws together and made a creaking sound that inspired its two collegues to lift into the air and fly off. Ebonheart then ran at a group of police.

"AMBARAKANA!" shouted Benjj in Zombein. Ebonheart stoped charging and stood still. "I apologize," said the necromancer to the law-enforcers, "Ebonheart can be a bit jumpy when in an unfamiliar situation." He turned his head and saw one of his servents running off towards the horizon screaming, "Corky! Corky come back!"

Le Bumpe!

A jet plane from CzardasAir -- identifiable because of the graffiti covering its once-proud white titanium frame, as well as the strong odour of marijuana that still manages to pervade it even when that plant is not being smoked at the time -- descends from the sky like a giant metal bird without STOVL capabilities, hitting the ground like a very heavy feather and rolling to a halt in the airport. It is a private jet, and only two people step out.

The first is a very odd-looking creature, seven feet in height, and bearing a faint resemblance to a Kzin (a la FSS), except with a pair of antennae each half as long again as the creature itself, that continue to wave around, picking up trillions of bytes of sensory information from the surrounding area, while its large pointed ears gather aural information and feed it too into the brain-complex contained within the rugged and benevolent furry head. A winglike cloak falls to the floor behind it -- him -- while he is also dressed in a belted vest and tunic that appears to meld with the cloak to cover his legs entirely, leaving some patches to expose the fur on his chest.

The creature helps out a smaller and more humanoid form, like a hooded monk with its face completely hidden and a shapeless robe covering its entire body, the sleeves appearing empty. The large creature with the antennae helps along the hooded one towards the control tower as the jet plane takes off again into the sky.

The furry one's name is Aziyah. The hooded one, Dagon. Their combined ages take them back to the beginning of Czardas herself.

They are here not to vie for the hand of the Stewardess -- but merely to observe, better Czardaian relations with Tocrowkia, attend the ceremonies, and tour the country in general. Well, and a few other objectives.

They look around for an official.