Dyelli Beybi
20-11-2006, 16:43
OOC: For those of you who aren't familiar Dyelli Beybi is one State in a super State - The Federated Klatchian Coast... it is nearly independent, but not quite. Dyelli Beybi's capital and seat of Government is in Cyro, but the Federation's Capital is North, in Vrak in a town called Port Olympus.
Dyelli Beybi was a country with a long and turbulent history. Tzars had come and gone, Communists, Democracies, Miitary Dictatorships...
All had found fertile grounds and set themselves up for a while in the long meandering Dyel River Valley and vast stretches of uninhabitable desert that made up the heart of the Dyelli Beybian State...
The latest in the line was a military Dictatorship under a certain General come Emperor by the name of Pierre Soult. It had been a turbulent time, with desert tribes and turbulent clerics leading rebellions against him, and with some areas of the country still far from secure... it was hardly surprising that the Tzarists that had long since stayed safely in exile, chose this as a moment to launch another attempt to conquer the country...
The now claimant to the long vacated throne was a certain Alexia ap Adam. She had last been seen in Southern Vrak in the Federation Capital of Port Olympus. She was nowhere to be seen now, perhaps somewhere in Dyelli Beybi, probably somewhere in the suspect Province of East Benjia. She had left an Ambassador in Port Olympus, a certain Vladimir Dzerzhinsky, a former spy, and oddly enough, fervent Communist.
Unlike previous Tzars and Tzarinas, this one had pledged to restore democracy and relinquish all power once the country was recaptured, creating an unlikely Alliance of the powerful Red Faction and the Tzarists. It was an Alliance that made the new Emperor Pierre I very, very nervous...
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The Emperor was not in a good mood, he was not a tall man, an overweight (something that was rare among the usually fairly slight Dyellian population). He was seated on an elaborately gilded throne that he had had made to go in the new throne room... but the throne room wasn't ready, so it had been errected in the entry hall of the former Parliament between massive red marble pillars that dwarfed the throne, made it look small and lost. Thinking of this only further annoyed the new Emperor, "So tell me again Commisaar." he grunted, "Why I should not have you flogged for your failure? You claim you had that house under surveillance, you claimed you would see everyone who went in or out, yet somehow you managed to miss the Tzarina leaving."
"Have you ever tried to watch a house in enemy territory?" the Commisaar shot back, most people were cowed by the Emperor, scraping and grovelling, but not her.
Tania Fradkov was probably somewhere in her mid thirties, short and petite, dark haired with eyes so brown they almost seemed like they were black. She wasn't attractive, but striking, in a hook nosed sort of way. She glared at Soult now, "She could have slipped out in a car boot or anything... blame the former chief Constable of my organisation, he trained her."
"I should have you court matialled..." Soult was just begining to roar, but the Commisaar's icy voice cut across him, she could shout quite loudly, for someone so small.
"Need I remind you, who put you in that ridiculous throne." she sneered, "I put you there, I can remove you."
"Perhaps." he grunted, "Although you overstate your role. Perhaps your role is coming to an end?"
The threat was clear, she glared back at him, a battle of wills. It was Fradkov who blinked, "In any case." she muttered, "We're stepping up surveillance in East Benjia, she's bound to show up somewhere around there, then we'll have her trapped like a rat in a cage, all we have to do is spring the lock, drag her into Parliament Square and execute the little cow in a suitably violent manner, no doubt you have thought of something your majesty."
He grunted in response.
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And in Port Olympus there was a new Embassy for the Constitutional Kingdom of Dyelli Beybi. It wasn't official, but it was open for business, Klatchian authorities had let it be, so far, and discreetly hinting that foreign aid might be recieved quite well...
Dyelli Beybi was a country with a long and turbulent history. Tzars had come and gone, Communists, Democracies, Miitary Dictatorships...
All had found fertile grounds and set themselves up for a while in the long meandering Dyel River Valley and vast stretches of uninhabitable desert that made up the heart of the Dyelli Beybian State...
The latest in the line was a military Dictatorship under a certain General come Emperor by the name of Pierre Soult. It had been a turbulent time, with desert tribes and turbulent clerics leading rebellions against him, and with some areas of the country still far from secure... it was hardly surprising that the Tzarists that had long since stayed safely in exile, chose this as a moment to launch another attempt to conquer the country...
The now claimant to the long vacated throne was a certain Alexia ap Adam. She had last been seen in Southern Vrak in the Federation Capital of Port Olympus. She was nowhere to be seen now, perhaps somewhere in Dyelli Beybi, probably somewhere in the suspect Province of East Benjia. She had left an Ambassador in Port Olympus, a certain Vladimir Dzerzhinsky, a former spy, and oddly enough, fervent Communist.
Unlike previous Tzars and Tzarinas, this one had pledged to restore democracy and relinquish all power once the country was recaptured, creating an unlikely Alliance of the powerful Red Faction and the Tzarists. It was an Alliance that made the new Emperor Pierre I very, very nervous...
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The Emperor was not in a good mood, he was not a tall man, an overweight (something that was rare among the usually fairly slight Dyellian population). He was seated on an elaborately gilded throne that he had had made to go in the new throne room... but the throne room wasn't ready, so it had been errected in the entry hall of the former Parliament between massive red marble pillars that dwarfed the throne, made it look small and lost. Thinking of this only further annoyed the new Emperor, "So tell me again Commisaar." he grunted, "Why I should not have you flogged for your failure? You claim you had that house under surveillance, you claimed you would see everyone who went in or out, yet somehow you managed to miss the Tzarina leaving."
"Have you ever tried to watch a house in enemy territory?" the Commisaar shot back, most people were cowed by the Emperor, scraping and grovelling, but not her.
Tania Fradkov was probably somewhere in her mid thirties, short and petite, dark haired with eyes so brown they almost seemed like they were black. She wasn't attractive, but striking, in a hook nosed sort of way. She glared at Soult now, "She could have slipped out in a car boot or anything... blame the former chief Constable of my organisation, he trained her."
"I should have you court matialled..." Soult was just begining to roar, but the Commisaar's icy voice cut across him, she could shout quite loudly, for someone so small.
"Need I remind you, who put you in that ridiculous throne." she sneered, "I put you there, I can remove you."
"Perhaps." he grunted, "Although you overstate your role. Perhaps your role is coming to an end?"
The threat was clear, she glared back at him, a battle of wills. It was Fradkov who blinked, "In any case." she muttered, "We're stepping up surveillance in East Benjia, she's bound to show up somewhere around there, then we'll have her trapped like a rat in a cage, all we have to do is spring the lock, drag her into Parliament Square and execute the little cow in a suitably violent manner, no doubt you have thought of something your majesty."
He grunted in response.
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And in Port Olympus there was a new Embassy for the Constitutional Kingdom of Dyelli Beybi. It wasn't official, but it was open for business, Klatchian authorities had let it be, so far, and discreetly hinting that foreign aid might be recieved quite well...