NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Skip the airport and just have the limousine come up (or teleport or whatever your strange magical people do :p ). Also remember children are allowed to attend, so if you want to include your characters children (if they have any) please do so. If you want to join, but aren't on the guest list visit the red link in my signature so you're not completely out in the cold of what its about.

And most importantly: NO OOC POSTS! UNLESS I ASK YOU A QUESTION IN OOC

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The sun was just starting to peek out from under the sea as the night became day. The Vorencia District of Super City was also bustling with life as today was marked a federal holiday and everyone in the Empire had the day off. Early risers could be seen already finding their spots on the beach, the sidewalks were lined with early morning shoppers as the official shopping season for Gift Giving Day on the 25th had finally begun. The old cobblestone roadways were filled with cars as people drove in to watch the parade that was scheduled for later in the day. The celebration was hours away; the celebration marking the 2,000th birthday of the Democratic Constitutional Monarchy of the Secular Empire of Maraque. But that wasn't all; today was also the wedding of Prince Deric, the son of former Emperor Stephen D. Norris, and brother of current Emperor Jovan S. Norris.

Meanwhile at the Grand Imperial Emperor's Palace, the personal residence of the Emperor, the preparations were still well under way just three hours before the first guest was to arrive. Emperor Jovan Norris was still in his bedroom, just waking up as his assistant Tatenda came in to inform him that everyone was going according to plan.

"Good morning Emperor. Did you sleep well?" Tatenda asked.

"Yes I did. Thank you. How about you?" The Emperor said.

"Fantastic. Thank you for asking. Now... down to business: The first guest is to arrive in approximately three hours and everything is going according to plan. The food is ready to be served, the Grand Ballroom is absolutely gorgeous, and the landscaping has just been trimmed, shaped and cut."

"Excellent. How about security?"

"All incoming flight except for our expected guests are banned for the day. Northern Maraque International Airport in the District of Northern-Maraque has been kind enough to take all the extra incoming and outgoing flights for the day. Also, there will be checkpoints along every exit on the Super City Interstate, as well as 15,000 Imperial Guard surrounding all travel routes, as well as an addititional 25,000 surrounding the residence within 15 miles in every direction. On the residence grounds themselves, there will be 5,000 outside in various unidentified positions on the lawn, as well as 50 snipers on the roof, and 200 window and rooftop snipers in surrounding buildings. Last but not least, all guests will go through a securit checkpoint at the gates, as well as go through a metal detector at the door."

"Fantastic. This event will no doubt be a great one."

"Yes indeed Emperor. I shall leave you to prepare."

"Thank you Tatenda. That would indeed be appreciated."

Tatenda went downstairs to do some last minute check-ups. He went into the Grand Ballroom, which was painted in beige with a brand new cream carpet and a lavish chandellier dangling from the dome ceiling covered in carved platinum and gold. The molding lining the top of the ceiling was white, with a nice smooth shape that complemented the rest of the room nicely. In the middle of the floor lay a newly waxed dancing floor, surrounded by mohagany wood tables covered in the finest cotton tablecloths. The chairs had diamonds and other assorted gems placed in a beautiful sequence along the legs, and the tables were set with the most shiny porceline plates and gold utensils. A dozen white roses dawned the center of each table in a clear glass vase. It was clearly ready for guests.

Tatenda waited outside as the first limousine started to arrive...
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Guest List:
Kanami - arrived
Granate
Tocrowkia - isn't attending
Alexandrian Ptolemais - arrived
Dai Yuddha Ossyria - arrived
Sunya - arrived
Oslea - arrived
Magic Sorcery - arrived
Emerald Springs - arrived
+ more

a Time Porthole opens up out front and out steps, Emperor Jack hellstorm and his Wife Rinoa from Imperial Isa

What in the hell... thought Tatenda as he saw before his own eyes some sort of hole open up in the middle of the driveway and two people walk out of it.

HAULT! IDENTIFY YOURSELVES AT ONCE! an Imperial Guardsmen shouted, pointing his M16 at them.

No! It's fine. They are guests Tatenda said. Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Hellstorm, it's quite the pleasure having you here with us this morning.

What in the hell... thought Tatenda as he saw before his own eyes some sort of hole open up in the middle of the driveway and two people walk out of it.

HAULT! IDENTIFY YOURSELVES AT ONCE! an Imperial Guardsmen shouted, pointing his M16 at them.

No! It's fine. They are guests Tatenda said. Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Hellstorm, it's quite the pleasure having you here with us this morning.

"we are happy to came here"said Jack as he looks around
"yes all ways happy to see people tie the knot"said Rinoa

"we are happy to came here"said Jack as he looks around
"yes all ways happy to see people tie the knot"said RinoaI'm glad, and I hope you both have a good time. Now if you may enter the foyer there are hors d'oeuvres and drinks. The Emperor will be arriving shortly, he is still preparing for the ceremony.

You are the first to arrive so no one is here yet. This is the celebration for Maraque's 2,000th year as a nation. The wedding is being held three hours east of here...

I'm glad, and I hope you both have a good time. Now if you may enter the foyer there are hors d'oeuvres and drinks. The Emperor will be arriving shortly, he is still preparing for the ceremony.

You are the first to arrive so no one is here yet. This is the celebration for Maraque's 2,000th year as a nation. The wedding is being held three hours east of here...

"we can move between both once the others get here"said Rinoa

"what did Lisa say your Brother was doing"ask Jack

"elggin natha Vhid Fuer'yon"said Rinoa in Imperial to Jack
"oh right"said Jack

I would suggest you stay here. You'll undoubtedly break many security checkpoints going between the two. Now if you will go through the detector and wait in the foyer. Thank you.

I would suggest you stay here. You'll undoubtedly break many security checkpoints going between the two. Now if you will go through the detector and wait in the foyer. Thank you.

"oh we have very set laws and rules we must by to"said Rinoa

"oh boy do we"said Jack

there was a flash and now three more people now stand behind

"закройте все время и место(космос) на тех, кто может пробовать к, прибыл сюда"said the 250 meter tall man

"speck common"said one of the two ladys standing next to him

The Imperial Guard soldier at the metal detector looked at them suspiciously.

I'm sorry, but you can not have any more people teleporting out of nowhere anymore. Now please empty your pockets and take off your jewelry and pass through the detector.

The Imperial Guard soldier at the metal detector looked at them suspiciously.

I'm sorry, but you can not have any more people teleporting out of nowhere anymore. Now please empty your pockets and take off your jewelry and pass through the detector.

"you are safe from that "said Rinoa
all but one of them hands over there hand guns, PDAs and Bullet poof vests

the ladys hand over there jewely and Jack hands over his Sword
"you too Wolf"said Jack

Wolf hands over all his weapons,ammo ,armor,PDA and a Sword the likes no one seen before

"if you want to live, dont pick up the guns by the handgrip, as it will send 6000 volts into you"said Wolf

A hostess wearing a black skin tight mini dress escorted the Isans into the Grand Ballroom and sat them down.

You'll be sitting at table A1, so it will be completely private. A waiter will come over shortly to take your order. Have a good day. The hostess said, as she strode back to her podium.

A hostess wearing a black skin tight mini dress escorted the Isans into the Grand Ballroom and sat them down.

You'll be sitting at table A1, so it will be completely private. A waiter will come over shortly to take your order. Have a good day. The hostess said, as she strode back to her podium.

the group talks as they wait

"so whens the next race Wolf"ask Jack
"next one next week,but iam out till the one after that"said Wolf

"damage that bad"ask Rinoa
"you should hear him as he works on the car"said Lisa

"it was the other diver that made me crash not me ,so can we leave it"said Wolf

Where are the rest of the guests, these weirdos showed up but no one on the official guest list? Tatenda thought to himself, mildly sighing as he stood waiting for more people to arrive.

A large stretch limo carrying UES Prime Minister Charles B. Tryoni and his wife, Rachael Tryoni, along with there 14 year old daughter, Malestia Tryoni, pulled up in from of the celebration building. The driver in the limo stopped the limo, and before opening the door, gave the worried couple a few words of confidence. "You look lovely Lady Tryoni, and you of course, Minister, and of course you, little Malestia." He smiled widely. Malestia was too taken back by the marvelous ride through the bustling city, which was so different in just architecture alone from that of the UES that she couldn't quite answer. Charles looked at his wife. "Why do we have to do this again. I honestly don't care for the Marquians." His wife looked dissappointed. "I have told you, honey. This is a great way to establish good connections with larger nations. Not to mention, it looks good for the voters back home if they see you going to this sort of rubbish." Charles looked amused, "Ah hah! So you do think this is rubbish! You... you admit it!" Rachael didn't quite know what to say. So rather than answer, she grabbed charles by the collar and kissed him hard, then threw open the door before he could say or do anything. Out stepped the trio. Charles was dressed in a 1,000 dollar custom made suit, Rachael in a 1,500 dollar dress, and Malestia in a 2,000 dollar fancy dress. (The daughter gets spoiled, isn't that the way it always works?)

The trio thanked the limo driver and approached the man who appeared to be some sort of guard.

Tatenda saw the limousine pull up and waited for the occupants inside to exit...

Hello! You are... Prime Minister Tryoni, if I am not mistaken? Tatenda said, turning towards the Prime Ministers wife. Ah, Mrs. Tryoni, what a pleasure it is meeting you.. and your daughter. Hello there. Tatenda said, smiling.

His Majesty, the Prime Minister and the Minister of Foreign Affairs were all sitting in their limo, when they approached the Grand Imperial Emperor's Palace. For them, their trip had been tense, the plane ride had not been the best, and it did not help that the Prime Minister was constantly worrying about the state of affairs back home. Oh well, it was time to enjoy the celebrations.

The chauffeur leapt out of the front and opened the door, where all three men thanked him. They approached the gate and were confronted by a guard.

Just after greeting Prime Minister Tryoni, another limousine pulled up behind them.

Your Highness. Tatenda said with a bow. It is an honor to meet you, and you must be the Prime Minister and Foreign Affairs Minister, yes? Pleasure to have you! Tatenda said as he shook their hands.

The Isans and and the United Ed States have arrived already. There are hors d'oeuvres and drinks being served in the royer. A hostess will show you to your table. Welcome to Maraque.

Tatenda saw the limousine pull up and waited for the occupants inside to exit...

Hello! You are... Prime Minister Tryoni, if I am not mistaken? Tatenda said, turning towards the Prime Ministers wife. Ah, Mrs. Tryoni, what a pleasure it is meeting you.. and your daughter. Hello there. Tatenda said, smiling.
"A pleasure to meet you! Certainly a fine pleasure!," said Mr. and Mrs. Tryoni. The family slowly made there way inside...

"A pleasure to meet you! Certainly a fine pleasure!," said Mr. and Mrs. Tryoni. The family slowly made there way inside...Once inside the foyer, the hostess greeted them.

Greetings Prime Minister, if you would follow me please I'll escort you to your table...

The fit, tanned young woman walked inside the enormous Grand Ballroom which was very much still empty and walked towards one of the tables. You'll be sitting here, at table A2. A server will be out momentarily to take your orders before the ceremony begins.

The Prime Minister had sat down and ordered a drink with his wife. "Why did I come here again?," muttered Charles. He was quickly SHHHH!ed by his wife. It seemed to be another typical political party. Malestia was off flirting with boys from half way around the world, his wife would soon be engaged in conversation with some random nation's queen, and he would spend the entire time sitting there quite bored, sipping his drink with nothing to do but stare at the wall. All well, he thought, and guzzled his drink.

Once inside the foyer, the hostess greeted them.

Greetings Prime Minister, if you would follow me please I'll escort you to your table...

The fit, tanned young woman walked inside the enormous Grand Ballroom which was very much still empty and walked towards one of the tables. You'll be sitting here, at table A2. A server will be out momentarily to take your orders before the ceremony begins.
Charles felt a sharp jab to the back of his neck. "Ow!," he said, "what was that for???" "You were staring at that waitress," his wife said sternly. "I was not!," he wailed. "You were too!" She jabbed him in the back of the neck again, presumably just for good measure. Indeed, he thought to himself, this is gonna' be a long night!

A soft tune from a live piano started playing in the Grand Ballroom, while waiters and waitresses served the various leaders and diplomats in the Ballroom talking amongst one another waiting for the celebration to begin.

Meanwhile, the former Emperor, Stephen D. Norris entered the Grand Ballroom from a side door and began greeting guests before Emperor Jovan S. Norris came down for his speech and then to start off the official celebration.

Wolf pulls out a deck of pazaak cards and starts to play a hand by himself
the three ladys were talking with one another and Jack was watching Wolf

What a rude bunch of people. Playing cards at a formal event such as this. Stephen thought to himself.

Whispering, he told a guard; Please tell that man to stop at once. It is unacceptable.

Yes my Lord.

The guard walked up to table A1, and spoke to the man known as Wolf. Sir, I am sorry but you will have to stop playing with those cards immediately or you must leave.

What a rude bunch of people. Playing cards at a formal event such as this. Stephen thought to himself.

Whispering, he told a guard; Please tell that man to stop at once. It is unacceptable.

Yes my Lord.

The guard walked up to table A1, and spoke to the man known as Wolf. Sir, I am sorry but you will have to stop playing with those cards immediately or you must leave.

wave of Wolfs hand the cards are gone and so was the guard ,who finds himself standing back at his spot

That is IT! thought Stephen, as he charged up to the table, obviously very angry.

You are to leave this event this MOMENT. No questions asked. Get OUT!

"my dear sir know need to yell ,you give yourself a heart attack"said Rinoa
"if he has one, your a healer"said Wolf
"do shut up brother and stop using your yornen"said Rinoa adding the last part in Imperial

Your Highness. Tatenda said with a bow. It is an honor to meet you, and you must be the Prime Minister and Foreign Affairs Minister, yes? Pleasure to have you! Tatenda said as he shook their hands.

The Isans and and the United Ed States have arrived already. There are hors d'oeuvres and drinks being served in the royer. A hostess will show you to your table. Welcome to Maraque.

"Ah, yes, I wish to congratulate your nation for surviving these two thousand years," the Emperor said as he shook Tatenda's hand.

With the pleasantries finished, the small delegation patiently waited for the hostess to show them to a table

"This looks set to be quite a fine event Your Majesty,"

"Yes James, it will be a very good event"

OOC: *gasp breaking my own rule* Tatenda is Emperor Jovan's assistant. The Emperor has not arrived yet. I will just act as if you didn't call him Emperor, so you can just edit it. The Emperor's father, former Emperor Stephen D. Norris, is in the Grand Ballroom yelling at the Isans and throwing them out.

IC:

Yes, it is quite an accomplishment if I do say so myself. Tatenda said.

Once inside the hostess escorted them to table A3, next to the United Ed States delegation, and very close to the former Emperor who was still shouting at the Isans nearby.

You will be sitting here at table A3. I'm sorry for the slight arguement going on... the Isans seem to have teleported one of our guards across the room and the Emperor didn't exactly like it. The hostess said. A waiter will be by shortly to take your orders. Have a pleasant morning. When the ceremony begins you will go over to that larger table, which is reserved for our special guests.

"No problem ma'am," the Emperor stated while trying to stop from laughing. "Apologies for my laughter, I just find teleportation of people amusing, especially when arguments ensue. I will just calm down and think about the function"

The Emperor turned from the hostess and began to quietly speak with his ministers

"James, the Isan commotion is unbelievably funny. You know when we plan for our 250th, we will need to invite them along. Imagine how the Empress will respond when someone gets teleported"

"Your Majesty, I love the sense of humour, but this is an important function. We need to look good to the world"

"my dear sir know need to yell ,you give yourself a heart attack"said Rinoa
"if he has one, your a healer"said Wolf
"do shut up brother and stop using your yornen"said Rinoa adding the last part in Imperial
You think I am kidding do you? I said get out. Get out this moment. You will not be disrespecting my sons event, and then teleport my guards around like they are some toy. You are to leave this moment. Emperor Stephen D. Norris said sternly.

You think I am kidding do you? I said get out. Get out this moment. You will not be disrespecting my sons event, and then teleport my guards around like they are some toy. You are to leave this moment. Emperor Stephen D. Norris said sternly.

"do you know how long you have to wait for the right time to open a time porthole,no you dont as your not a god"said Wolf as he stands up and looks down Emperor Stephen D. Norris

"sit down now Wolf"said Lisa as she pulls him down by his arm

"do you know how long you have to wait for the right time to open a time porthole,no you dont as your not a god"said Wolf as he stands up and looks down Emperor Stephen D. Norris

"sit down now Wolf"said Lisa as she pulls him down by his armI do not care how long it takes for one of your petty little portholes to open. You will leave the premises right now. Emperor Stephen D. Norris said, calming down.

I do not care how long it takes for one of your petty little portholes to open. You will leave the premises right now. Emperor Stephen D. Norris said, calming down.

"sir just calm down ,i see you never meet a god"said Jack to Emperor Stephen D. Norris
as Jack talks to Emperor Stephen D. Norris

Lisa and the other Lady are have words in Imperial with Wolf

"sir just calm down ,i see you never meet a god"said Jack to Emperor Stephen D. Norris
as Jack talks to Emperor Stephen D. Norris

Lisa and the other Lady are have words in Imperial with WolfTell me, how long are you going to sit there, ignore my request for you to leave, while breaking Maraquean law in the process and continuing to make a scene that isn't necessary? I asked you to leave, yet you continue to sit where you are not welcome. You do understand there are 5,000 armed guards in this residence, do you not? Emperor Stephen D. Norris said, getting angry again.

Tell me, how long are you going to sit there, ignore my request for you to leave, while breaking Maraquean law in the process and continuing to make a scene that isn't necessary? I asked you to leave, yet you continue to sit where you are not welcome. You do understand there are 5,000 armed guards in this residence, do you not? Emperor Stephen D. Norris said, getting angry again.

"5,000 thats all "said Wolf
"shut Wolf next right time is in 24 hours"said Rinoa

"5,000 thats all "said Wolf
"shut Wolf next right time is in 24 hours"said RinoaLEAVE! Shouted the Emperor again, getting very frustrated by these peoples stubbornness to stay seated.

LEAVE! Shouted the Emperor again, getting very frustrated by these peoples stubbornness to stay seated.

"leaving in the wrong time ,has end in Destruction of Worlds,Time not a thing to play with,as man who was once Emperor knows who easy a Nations people push the wrong way,can in up in the Destruction of a fine Nation"said the other Lady next to Wolf

"leaving in the wrong time ,has end in Destruction of Worlds,Time not a thing to play with,as man who was once Emperor knows who easy a Nations people push the wrong way,can in up in the Destruction of a fine Nation"said the other Lady next to WolfI will not take your idol threats. I don't care if you can't teleport or do whatever it is you do to get here, I want you off the Grand Imperial Palace grounds RIGHT. THIS. INSTANT. Roam the streets for all I care. You are no longer welcome in my sons home and you should respect my wish for you to leave. Now get the hell out!

Tatenda, who had been watching the entire thing since it started, rushed up the elevator and into the private quarters of Emperor Jovan S. Norris.

Emperor! Your father is downstairs arguing with the Isans, apparently something about them teleporting a guard across the Grand Ballroom... they refuse to leave and have now gone down to threatening the Empire's existance. Tatenda said, all in one breath, breathing heavily.

Slow down Tatenda... that is preposterous, especially considering they weren't even invited or considered for the event. Go get them out. Now. Emperor Jovan S. Norris said.

Yes my Lord. Tatenda said, leaving the room and rushing back downstairs, barely in the Grand Ballroom and still hearing the shouting match between the Isans and the Emperor.

Guards, follow me please. There is a... situation, in the Grand Ballroom. Also, get the Isans belongings from the Safe Room. Tatenda said.

Tatenda rushed into the Grand Ballroom, calmly assuring the guests that everything was fine. He walked towards the table and spoke, which interrupted the Emperor's ranting.

Listen, here are your belongings Tatenda said, gesturing towards the guard that had gently placed the silk case holding their things on the table. Now get out. You have been asked countless, upon countless times to leave because you are no longer welcome in this event. You are to leave this very moment. Do so now. Tatenda said sternly, giving the signal for the guards to forcefully get them all out of their chairs.

They were escorted out of the Grand Ballroom, into the foyer, down the stairs and driveway, and onto the sidewalk outside of the Grand Imperial Emperor's Palace. Do not return. The guards said.

I will not take your idol threats. I don't care if you can't teleport or do whatever it is you do to get here, I want you off the Grand Imperial Palace grounds RIGHT. THIS. INSTANT. Roam the streets for all I care. You are no longer welcome in my sons home and you should respect my wish for you to leave. Now get the hell out!

Tatenda, who had been watching the entire thing since it started, rushed up the elevator and into the private quarters of Emperor Jovan S. Norris.

Emperor! Your father is downstairs arguing with the Isans, apparently something about them teleporting a guard across the Grand Ballroom... they refuse to leave and have now gone down to threatening the Empire's existance. Tatenda said, all in one breath, breathing heavily.

Slow down Tatenda... that is preposterous, especially considering they weren't even invited or considered for the event. Go get them out. Now. Emperor Jovan S. Norris said.

Yes my Lord. Tatenda said, leaving the room and rushing back downstairs, barely in the Grand Ballroom and still hearing the shouting match between the Isans and the Emperor.

Guards, follow me please. There is a... situation, in the Grand Ballroom. Also, get the Isans belongings from the Safe Room. Tatenda said.

Tatenda rushed into the Grand Ballroom, calmly assuring the guests that everything was fine. He walked towards the table and spoke, which interrupted the Emperor's ranting.

Listen, here are your belongings Tatenda said, gesturing towards the guard that had gently placed the silk case holding their things on the table. Now get out. You have been asked countless, upon countless times to leave because you are no longer welcome in this event. You are to leave this very moment. Do so now. Tatenda said sternly, giving the signal for the guards to forcefully get them all out of their chairs.

They were escorted out of the Grand Ballroom, into the foyer, down the stairs and driveway, and onto the sidewalk outside of the Grand Imperial Emperor's Palace. Do not return. The guards said.

"i like to see the son before we go"said Jack

No. is all the guard said, before closing the gates.

Meanwhile inside, calm had finally come back as the Emperor sat in his wheelchair, sipping on a vodka and talking with the laughing man to his left. Those Isans... what disrespectful people. I can't believe it took all of that for them to get out. The Emperor said.

No. is all the guard said, before closing the gates.

Meanwhile inside, calm had finally come back as the Emperor sat in his wheelchair, sipping on a vodka and talking with the laughing man to his left. Those Isans... what disrespectful people. I can't believe it took all of that for them to get out. The Emperor said.

"i guess he dont want the Diamond"said Wolf as he opens a large case that was on the ground
"that is one big Diamond"said Jack looking at
it
"so what we do as we wait for the right time"ask Lisa

The Prime Minister's wife looked worried. "Imagine, sweety," she began, "the incredible rudeness of some people!" She motioned towards the Isaians. "But not us, Charles, our people are too civilized for that sort of rude behavior. And as representatives of the UES, we must display this," she motioned to her daughter whom was slouching on the chair, knowing full well that it was bad ettiquette. The daughter gave her a "yes mum" and sat up, bored as could be. The Prime Minister looked around. "I wish they'd begin something already... if I have another wine I'll be about 3x past my limit," he mumbled. His wife snorted at him and went back to correcting her daughter's posture.

"i guess he dont want the Diamond"said Wolf as he opens a large case that was on the ground
"that is one big Diamond"said Jack looking at
it
"so what we do as we wait for the right time"ask Lisa

"i dont know ,Wolf is one whos a God"said Rinoa
"make a note to look and see if the Nation of Maraque is still around in our Time dear"said Jack

"there is one thing i can do to home with a Destruction of World like Fox did"said Wolf
Wolf cuts his Hand and makes a fist then kiss Lisa and his high Priestess
Mistress Miranda on there lips taking a bit of there life forces from them
then Wolf turns looks at the Sky and specks

"о Большие Боги и Богиня, слышите мое название(имя) Волк, и Откройте Иллюминатор В течение Времени, так что мы можем оставить это отверстие Ада Времени"said Wolf

then the sky grows Dark as Dark Storm Clouds roll in , then Powerfull Lighting starts Lighting up the sky

"Hello there," Dictator Dave Rickards said, walking past the Isains, and said to the guards, "Hello, I'm here for the wedding. This is it, right?"

"Hello there," Dictator Dave Rickards said, walking past the Isains, and said to the guards, "Hello, I'm here for the wedding. This is it, right?"

"hi and wrong place that happening some other place"said Wolf as he waits for the Gods to open a porthole

A Bolt of Lighting hits the ground in front of him

"Hello there," Dictator Dave Rickards said, walking past the Isains, and said to the guards, "Hello, I'm here for the wedding. This is it, right?"A guard looked squarely at the Dictator. No sir, this is the celebration for Maraque's 2,000th year as a free and sovereign nation. The wedding is taking place about 3 hours east of this location.

"Yeah, it was something like that, I've had a few martinis, I don't remember which one I'm going to." He stared blankly at the wall for a moment. "Oh, I'll just stay at this party, if you don't mind. Do you?

No sir. Just follow the man standing at the stairs through the metal detector and you will be led into the Grand Ballroom by the hostess inside. There are a few delegations already inside. The guard said.

"how long now"ask Jack
"not long when the Storm is at it highs point of power then we go,oh an no they are not around in our time"said Wolf as more Lighting hits the ground in front of him

OOC: What the fuck? I've checked a few of the official attendees and they have signed into their nations in the last day or so, so they should have seen my TG with the link, yet here we are, and only one has arrived. :confused:

p.s. no one reply to this, I'm just ranting. Do not reply.

"you know thats the first time we get kick out as someone cant work out a god"said Lisa
"he was rude"said Rinoa

"Hi," the Dictator said to the man at the stairs. "You're checking me for metals?" He removed his watch and walked through the detector, retrieved his watch, and wandered into the Ballroom.

The young hostess ran as quick as she could after the man that seemed to think she was invisible. Her high heeled shoes slowing her down a bit.

Sir! Sir wait! Hello. You'll be sitting here, at table A4. She said, pointing at a table he passed. Welcome to Maraque. A waiter will be out shortly to take any orders you may have before the celebration begins.

"Sorry, thanks for the table." He turned and sat down,somehow getting into a reclined position, even thiugh he was in a non-reclining chair. He scanned the extensively decorated room, and looked for a waiter.

Emperor Vampirion II walked briskly down the street with his trusted advisor Alexandro.

"Are you sure we should be dealing with these...Naturals my lord?" Alexandro asked.

"Of course, how do you expect our country to prosper without having relations with them?" the Emperor replied without even looking at him.

"But Sire, these Naturals can't be trusted...I begged you to bring along some armed bodyguards but-"

"Silence. We have arrived."

"Sorry, thanks for the table." He turned and sat down, his eyes scanning the extensively decorated room, and looking for a waiter.It's quite alright. The hostess said, before walking away.

Moments later, a waiter came up to the table. Hello, how may I serve you this morning? The man said.

Emperor Vampirion II walked briskly down the street with his trusted advisor Alexandro.

"Are you sure we should be dealing with these...Naturals my lord?" Alexandro asked.

"Of course, how do you expect our country to prosper without having relations with them?" the Emperor replied without even looking at him.

"But Sire, these Naturals can't be trusted...I begged you to bring along some armed bodyguards but-"

"Silence. We have arrived."

Tatenda noticed more guests walking up towards the Palace.

Welcome! Welcome. Emperor Vampirion, what a pleasure it is meeting you. Tatenda said. If you will just enter the foyer, a hostess will show you to your table. Again, welcome to Maraque. Tatenda said, bowing in respect.

"Hmm, I'll take a vodka martini and, can I get some pretzels or something?"

"Hmm, I'll take a vodka martini and, can I get some pretzels or something?"Yes sir. Vodka martini and pretzels, is that right? I'll be right back.

The man walked away back into the sliding doors at the end of the Grand Ballroom. Not 30 seconds later, and he was already back holding a tray with a bowel of pretzels and various assortments of dipping sauces, and the martini.

Will that be all, sir? The waiter said.

"Yeah, but keep the martinis coming."

"Thank you, we appreciate the hospitality," the Emperor replied.

As the two sat down at their table Alexandro couldn't but to marvel at the architecture of the Grand Ballroom.

"You know, I might have been wrong about these Naturals...this room is magnificent!" Alexandro said, amazed.

"Of course Alexandro...remember, these people are to be treated with the utmost respect. You are my most trusted advisor so I counting on you to handle yourself properly."

"Yes Sire, of course. I would never say anything to disrespect them."

Yes sir. Is all the waiter said, before leaving behind the doors again.

Suddenly, a loud BANG was heard outside. Those damn Isans again. Thought the former Emperor, Stephen D. Norris, sitting down at a nearby table chatting with all the guests before the ceremony was to begin.

Meanwhile outside, Tatenda was frightened half to death, seeing these enormous lightning strikes hit the ground so close was getting to him, but he had to greet the guests.

Back inside again, the lights in the Grand Ballroom went dim, and the curtains on the stage in the middle of the room opened to find an orchestra which started to play a lovely tune.

"Thank you, we appreciate the hospitality," the Emperor replied.

As the two sat down at their table Alexandro couldn't but to marvel at the architecture of the Grand Ballroom.

"You know, I might have been wrong about these Naturals...this room is magnificent!" Alexandro said, amazed.

"Of course Alexandro...remember, these people are to be treated with the utmost respect. You are my most trusted advisor so I counting on you to handle yourself properly."

"Yes Sire, of course. I would never say anything to disrespect them." A waiter walked up.

How may I serve you two this evening? bowing respectively to the Emperor.

"Might I have two glasses of your finest wine?" asked the Emperor. "I am curious as to how it compares to the wine of my nation."

" "jal d'lil lodias d' Maraque ph' kke ulu ussta shar d' klez""said Wolf in Imperial as he keeps watching more Lighting hit the ground in front of him

"Might I have two glasses of your finest wine?" asked the Emperor. "I am curious as to how it compares to the wine of my nation."Absolutely. I shall return in a moment. The waiter said, as he walked back into the kitchen, down a small hallway, into another small hallway, and down a set of stairs which seemed to lead into an old dungeon, turned left, made a 2nd left, a right, and then came across a safe. He input a code:

xxxxxxxxxxxx-xxxxxxxx-xxxx-xx-xxxxxxx-xxxxxx-xxxxxxxxxxxxx-xxxxxx

I can't believe I remember it, such a long one. The waiter thought, as the large metal doors opened to reveal an enormous wine cellar. Now where is that wine... The waiter asked himself, looking at the racks and racks of wine, which the Emperor said is estimated to cost somewhere in the range of $38 million USD.

Ah ha! The waiter exclaimed, as he found the bottle he was looking for, and then exited and made his way back into the kitchen, boring two glasses of the finest wine in all of the Empire, and then walked back outside.

Here you are. Enjoy it. Will that be all? The waiter said.

Yes sir. Is all the waiter said, before leaving behind the doors again.

Suddenly, a loud BANG was heard outside. Those damn Isans again. Thought the former Emperor, Stephen D. Norris, sitting down at a nearby table chatting with all the guests before the ceremony was to begin.

Meanwhile outside, Tatenda was frightened half to death, seeing these enormous lightning strikes hit the ground so close was getting to him, but he had to greet the guests.

Back inside again, the lights in the Grand Ballroom went dim, and the curtains on the stage in the middle of the room opened to find an orchestra which started to play a lovely tune.

Wolf specks out loud "you are safe ,you will not get hit"

"now"said Wolf
flash of light and they were gone leaving a a great hole behind
the storm past

OOC: No more frickin' lightning, just leave already. Please delete your OOC posts please. Thanks.

"Thank you, that will be all," the Emperor replied.

"I'll drink it first Sire...it might be poisoned afterall."

"Don't be so paranoid Alexandro," the Emperor said after taking a sip. "Hmm...not bad. Not bad at all."

"But Sire it might be poiso-"

"Enough of your foolishness! How do you expect to engage in diplomatic negotiations with that kind of attitude? I expected better from you Alexandro."

Alexandro fell silent and stared at his glass without even taking a sip.

The Ministeress of Foreign Affairs, Loren Hiles, entered the room flanked by a large entourage of bodyguards. She walked up to the table of the True Race delegation.

Hello Emperor Vampirion. It is an honor meeting with you this fine morning. The Ministeress said, sitting down at a chair across from them. So as I understand it you are ruling a relatively new nation, correct?

A gilded white limousine sped up to the Palace, with the Oslean PM, David Egret, and his wife and 2 children, inside.

He quickly forced the door of the limousine open, ran out to the front door and asked a guard. "Am I late? I hope I am not, my flight was delayed due to a snowstorm back at Amber Crown." The rest of his family was still in the car, fiddling with the TV inside the limousine.

The Emperor looked up in surprise of the number of bodyguards the woman had with her. Alexandro instinctively reached into his coat for a weapon that wasn't there, but the Emperor quickly stopped him.

"Pardon my advisor here, yes I am Emperor Vampirion II, ruler of the Empire of True Race. Our nation is quite young and has recently decided to end its isolation. Excuse us if we seem a bit hostile...we haven't really dealt with foreigners before."

A gilded white limousine sped up to the Palace, with th Oslean PM, David Egret, and his wife and 2children, inside.

He quickly forced the door of the limousine open, ran out to the front door and asked a guard. "Am I late? I hope I am not, my flight was delayed due to a snowstorm back at Amber Crown." The rest of his family was still in the car, fiddling with the TV inside the limousine.Tatenda ran after the man. No! No! You're right on time. You're one of the first to arrive, follow me. Tatenda said. Oh! And welcome to Maraque Mr. Prime Minister shaking his hand and greeting his wife and children with a smile.

Hannah take the Prime Minister and his family to the VIP table, Tatenda said to the hostess.

Alright. Follow me. The hostess said, escorting them into the dim room, the orchestra in the background still playing, as she led them to a long lavish table in the middle of the Grand Ballroom.

A waiter will be by shortly to take your order. Enjoy your day, and welcome to Maraque. She said before going back to her post.

The Emperor looked up in surprise of the number of bodyguards the woman had with her. Alexandro instinctively reached into his coat for a weapon that wasn't there, but the Emperor quickly stopped him.

"Pardon my advisor here, yes I am Emperor Vampirion II, ruler of the Empire of True Race. Our nation is quite young and has recently decided to end its isolation. Excuse us if we seem a bit hostile...we haven't really dealt with foreigners before."Oh, no need to worry. I take no offense. Ms. Hiles said, putting her hand out to shake Alexandro's hand.

The Emperor will be pleased to meet with you later on when he comes down for his speech and the celebrations. Right now though, what do you believe my nation could do for yours? Anything particular?

Alexandro looked reluctantly at Hiles's hand and with a nod from the Emperor he shook it.

"Well our nation would like someone to show us the ropes of the international community," the Emperor said. "We wouldn't want to give off the wrong impression."

Alexandro looked reluctantly at Hiles's hand and with a nod from the Emperor he shook it.

"Well our nation would like someone to show us the ropes of the international community," the Emperor said. "We wouldn't want to give off the wrong impression."Ah, of course, said Ms. Hiles.

Well, for one there are quite a few nations to "watch out" for; such as Clandonia Prime, the Blackhelm Confederacy, Automagfreek. These nations, and more are rather hostile towards many nations, and may harm you in some way or another. Ms. Hiles stopped for a moment, looking over her shoulder making sure none of these nations she's speaking of were actually in the room, after reassuring herself they weren't, she started again.

Now, alliances I'd stay away from are the Corporate Alliance; this group of nations attacks small, new, vulnerable nations such as your own for its resources and is not an alliance to mess with. I'd stay away from them at all costs.

Alliances I propose you join would be the Grand Imperial Alliance. It is indeed for nations of the monarchy type, and will guarantee your protection. Grand alliance it is, as the name would surely suggest.

"Thank you." The PM's family followed the hostess.

The PM's family sat down at the table marked for them. The two children, non-identical twins, one girl and one boy, named Cathy and Derek, each aged 9, were unusally energetic now. Prime Minister Egret's wife, Danica Egret, told them to stop making a scene, but they ignored. They would annoy each other, poke various things on the table, and make lots of noise. There seemed to be no way they could ever stop.

Suddenly, the PM had an idea, and called a waiter over. Everyone had decided what they wanted to order.

"Both of us will just share baked potatoes, with a bottle of red wine, please." PM Egret said.

"Oh, and would you have someone escort these children back to the Oslean limo in your parking lot? It's the white gilded one. Just tell them they can watch DVDs on the television inside the limousine. And, um... both of them will have chicken fingers, fries, and coca-cola."

"I see...well thank you for sharing your knowledge with us Ms. Hiles, we will keep all that in mind. I also hope that we can form some kind of friendship between our nations and perhaps some of the other nations attending this event. Alexandro did you get all that down?"

Alexandro quickly snapped out of his daydream-like state and quickly got down a pen and paper and began writing.

"Thank you." The PM's family followed the hostess.

The PM's family sat down at the table marked for them. The two children, non-identical twins, one girl and one boy, named Cathy and Derek, each aged 9, were unusally energetic now. Prime Minister Egret's wife, Danica Egret, told them to stop making a scene, but they ignored. They would annoy each other, poke various things on the table, and make lots of noise. There seemed to be no way they could ever stop.

Suddenly, the PM had an idea, and called a waiter over. Everyone had decided what they wanted to order.

"Both of us will just share baked potatoes, with a bottle of red wine, please." PM Egret said.

"Oh, and would you have someone escort these children back to the Oslean limo in your parking lot? It's the white gilded one. Just tell them they can watch DVDs on the television inside the limousine. And, um... both of them will have chicken fingers, fries, and coca-cola.""Two baked potatoes and a bottle of red wine...." the waiter repeated, writing it down. "Right away sir... and yes I will get someone for you."

The waited walked back into the foyer and into another door which led into an office. "Prime Minister David Egret from Oslea would like someone to escort his children back to their limousine. The waiter said.

"Thank you Isaac." The woman behind the desk said.

Meanwhile the waiter came back to the table with the baked potatoes and the bottle of wine. Followed by another man with the chicken fingers, fries, and cokes.

"Would you like these here or inside the limousine, sir?" Asked the other waiter, referring to the childrens food, as another person came to escort the children to the limousine.

"I see...well thank you for sharing your knowledge with us Ms. Hiles, we will keep all that in mind. I also hope that we can form some kind of friendship between our nations and perhaps some of the other nations attending this event. Alexandro did you get all that down?"

Alexandro quickly snapped out of his daydream-like state and quickly got down a pen and paper and began writing."Yes, yes of course you can. That can be discussed in more detail later as the Emperor arrives later on. The purpose of this event is to garner friendships and relationships, especially among one another." The Ministeress said.

"Two baked potatoes and a bottle of red wine...." the waiter repeated, writing it down. "Right away sir... and yes I will get someone for you."

The waited walked back into the foyer and into another door which led into an office. "Prime Minister David Egret from Oslea would like someone to escort his children back to their limousine. The waiter said.

"Thank you Isaac." The woman behind the desk said.

Meanwhile the waiter came back to the table with the baked potatoes and the bottle of wine. Followed by another man with the chicken fingers, fries, and cokes.

"Would you like these here or inside the limousine, sir?" Asked the other waiter, referring to the childrens food, as another person came to escort the children to the limousine.

"It's fine with me if they eat in the limo, so please put them inside. Thank you." The PM replied to the waiter transporting the children's food.

The woman escorted the children back outside, and into the limousine parked in the courtyard on the side of the Palace, the waiter following behind.

"Your father said you can watch DVDs on the television set. Be good, bye now." The woman said, giving them the food and departing back inside, strolling back into the Grand Ballroom.

"Your children are in the limousine now, eating their food, sir." The woman said.

The Alexandrian delegation had been talking while these events had been occurring

"You know James, I still find it funny about the Isans; how much trouble they got into. No doubt they are sulking by providing us with this horrible weather"

"Yes, your majesty, actually, Bill and I want to have something to eat, I'll catch a waiter and perhaps we can have some food; and of course some local wine would not go amiss"

The hand of the Prime Minister went up, eagerly waiting to be attended to

A simple black four door limosine pulled up to the palace. Two individuals stepped out into the entranceway and walked, arm in arm, into the Grand Imperial Palace. One, a tall man, was dressed in a somewhat understated creamy white suit which contrasted beautifully against his black skin. He wore his neat dreadlocks pulled back behind his head and carried himself with an air of unassuming dignity. On his lapel, near the mock turtleneck of his collarless shirt, he wore a pin, the alpha-omega of the Syndicate of Initiative, the self-organized diplomatic corps of the Autonomous Free States of Sunya. His escort, a beautiful woman of South Asian descent, wore a long, elegant white sari with a simple gold necklace and bracelet, both of which had stones of lapis and turqoise set in them. Her long black hair flowed freely. She, like the man with her, had a simple platinum ring on her left ring finger. They were quick to smile as they exchanged friendly small talk with the guards.

The Alexandrian delegation had been talking while these events had been occurring

"You know James, I still find it funny about the Isans; how much trouble they got into. No doubt they are sulking by providing us with this horrible weather"

"Yes, your majesty, actually, Bill and I want to have something to eat, I'll catch a waiter and perhaps we can have some food; and of course some local wine would not go amiss"

The hand of the Prime Minister went up, eagerly waiting to be attended to A waiter walked up to the table. "Yes sir? How may I serve you?"

A simple black four door limosine pulled up to the palace. Two individuals stepped out into the entranceway and walked, arm in arm, into the Grand Imperial Palace. One, a tall man, was dressed in a somewhat understated creamy white suit which contrasted beautifully against his black skin. He wore his neat dreadlocks pulled back behind his head and carried himself with an air of unassuming dignity. On his lapel, near the mock turtleneck of his collarless shirt, he wore a pin, the alpha-omega of the Syndicate of Initiative, the self-organized diplomatic corps of the Autonomous Free States of Sunya. His escort, a beautiful woman of South Asian descent, wore a long, elegant white sari with a simple gold necklace and bracelet, both of which had stones of lapis and turqoise set in them. Her long black hair flowed freely. She, like the man with her, had a simple platinum ring on her left ring finger. They were quick to smile as they exchanged friendly small talk with the guards.Tatenda greeted the couple. "Welcome! You must be the delegation from Sunya, yes? Excellent. Good to have you. Follow me." Tatenda said, walking into the foyer. "This is Hannah, the hostess, she'll show you to your table. Tatenda said, taking a respectful bow before departing back outside.

"Hello. I'll be showing you to your table." Hannah said, walking into the Grand Ballroom, with noticably a lot more people inside than earlier. "You will be sitting here, at the VIP table with the Alexandrian Ptolemais and Oslean delegations. Enjoy, and welcome to Maraque. A waiter will be by shortly." She said, before departing.

"We would like three glasses of some Maraquean white wine, and a side of garlic bread please"

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Meanwhile, the Alexandrian delegation was noticing that more people were heading to their table, and the Minister of Foreign Affairs was itching to talk

"You must be the Prime Minister of Oslea. I am William Mason, the Minister of Foreign Affairs for Alexandrian Ptolemais, although you can call me Bill"

"Yes sir, right away." The waiter said, turning towards the Sunya delegation. "And how may I serve you two this morning?" The waiter said, gesturing for another waiter to get three glasses of the finest white wine and a basket of garlic bread, using specific hand gestures.

OOC: Just if anyone is wondering, it's been about 15-20 minutes in RP-time.

The waiter returned. "Here you are sir, will that be all?" he said.

"Thank you very much." the PM said to the woman who addressed him with the situation with his children.

PM Egret and his wife were eating their baked potatoes and sipping on their wine when a few more delegates came to the VIP table.

"You must be the Prime Minister of Oslea. I am William Mason, the Minister of Foreign Affairs for Alexandrian Ptolemais, although you can call me Bill"

"Yes, hello! I am David Egret, but you can call me Dave." Mr. Egret shook his hand. "This is my wife Danica." drawing the Foreign Affairs Minister's attention towards her.

"Hi!" Danica simply waved her hand as a greeting at the Alexandrian delegate.

David Egret drew Alexander Ptolemais' delegate to the event towards himself again. "We had two children with us but they got a bit energetic and distracting, so they're watching a movie in our limousine. Anyway, it's nice to meet you. Are things going well over at Alexander Ptolemais?"

"Thank you both," said Daemon Mahasattva to Tatenda and Hannah. He seated his wife, Priya, before sitting himself. To the waiter he said, "We would just like some water and fruit juice for now. It's a bit early in the day for wine, I think. Thank you."

A stretch limo emblazoned with the flag of Ossyria pulled up in front of the building and stopped. The limo driver exited and opened the back door for the Sanctified Emperor, the Grand Doge, and the Mariner-King, the three monarchs who together rule over Ossyria. As the door opened, marijuana smoke billowed out as the three elderly men stumbled out trying to straighten their ceremonial robes.

The men had been partaking in a smoking ritual which is apart of the Dai Yuddha religion. Markos IV Orlan was the constitutional head of the Ossyrian state and the Sanctified Emperor (meaning he was also a spiritual/religious leader) and was the first out of the limo. "Thank you, my dear driver. Go ahead and park and do whatever it is you do when you're not with us. Come on, you two, time to drink!"

The Grand Doge was the oldest of the three, and he was the one carrying a package which was intended for the Maraquean Emperor. He stumbled up to the guards at the entrance, staring at them with his bloodshot eyes, "Here you go, great king of Morocco!"

Markos snatched the package away from the Doge, "Quit acting like a damned fool, their not the emperor and this isn't Morocco. It's Maraque!"

He turned to the guards and offered his apologies and requested that they be allowed to enter.

"Yes, hello! I am David Egret, but you can call me Dave." Mr. Egret shook his hand. "This is my wife Danica." drawing the Foreign Affairs Minister's attention towards her.

"Hi!" Danica simply waved her hand as a greeting at the Alexandrian delegate.

"Nice to meet you Dave and Danica," the Minister said

David Egret drew Alexander Ptolemais' delegate to the event towards himself again. "We had two children with us but they got a bit energetic and distracting, so they're watching a movie in our limousine. Anyway, it's nice to meet you. Are things going well over at Alexander Ptolemais?"

"Ah, the Empire is going pretty smoothly, nothing major, except for a slight need for our forces to intervene in the Blackhelm Confederacy. Otherwise, we are going through that boring phase; nothing really for us to worry about politically, and of course with the year coming to an end and everything, people are more worried about presents than the Empire. Oh, and you mentioned about your children; here take a look at the picture of my family, the four young ones are there in the front; they are back home, the eldest has just finished his exams."

"Thank you both," said Daemon Mahasattva to Tatenda and Hannah. He seated his wife, Priya, before sitting himself. To the waiter he said, "We would just like some water and fruit juice for now. It's a bit early in the day for wine, I think. Thank you.""Yes sir."

He returned some short time later with a pitcher of water and various kinds of fruit juices, and a small dish of cubed ice. Here you are, sir. Will that be all?" He said.

A stretch limo emblazoned with the flag of Ossyria pulled up in front of the building and stopped. The limo driver exited and opened the back door for the Sanctified Emperor, the Grand Doge, and the Mariner-King, the three monarchs who together rule over Ossyria. As the door opened, marijuana smoke billowed out as the three elderly men stumbled out trying to straighten their ceremonial robes.

The men had been partaking in a smoking ritual which is apart of the Dai Yuddha religion. Markos IV Orlan was the constitutional head of the Ossyrian state and the Sanctified Emperor (meaning he was also a spiritual/religious leader) and was the first out of the limo. "Thank you, my dear driver. Go ahead and park and do whatever it is you do when you're not with us. Come on, you two, time to drink!"

The Grand Doge was the oldest of the three, and he was the one carrying a package which was intended for the Maraquean Emperor. He stumbled up to the guards at the entrance, staring at them with his bloodshot eyes, "Here you go, great king of Morocco!"

Markos snatched the package away from the Doge, "Quit acting like a damned fool, their not the emperor and this isn't Morocco. It's Maraque!"

He turned to the guards and offered his apologies and requested that they be allowed to enter. The guard smiled, slightly laughing a bit. "Errr, yes you may." Said the guard opening the door.

Tatenda was inside. "Oh, you're the Ossyrian delegation yes? It's an honor." Tatenda said, bowing to the men. "Follow me."

Tatenda led the Ossyrian delegation to the VIP table, seeing as how Hannah was now on break.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Ossyrian delegation." Tatenda announced.

The guard smiled, slightly laughing a bit. "Errr, yes you may." Said the guard opening the door.

Tatenda was inside. "Oh, you're the Ossyrian delegation yes? It's an honor." Tatenda said, bowing to the men. "Follow me."

Tatenda led the Ossyrian delegation to the VIP table, seeing as how Hannah was now on break.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Ossyrian delegation." Tatenda announced.

Emperor Markos turned from the guards to Tatenda, "Thank you, thank you. You don't know what it's like travelling around with these two old men. I don't know how our nation has been able to last!"

The three monarchs took their seats at the VIP table. They bowed as they were introduced to the rest of the guests. The Mariner-King plopped down in his seat and popped open a bottle of Ossyrian wine that he had concealed in his robes. He muttered in mixed Ossyrian-English which only the other two leaders he had come with completely understood. He mumbled something, which the other two men took to mean that it was time to drink, so they asked for a waiter to bring over some glasses.

After her long flight Karou had a quick nap in the limo on her way to the Imperal Palace.

"Were pulling up now ma'am."

"Oh excllent." She said.

"Oh my this is even more lovely in person, classy archetecture with a hintage of modern-esque."

"Oh thanks Driver."

"Any time ma'am."


Karou walked towards the palace.

She was halted by two gaurds. "Ms. Karou Kamiah Foreign Minister Kanami."

The limo stolled through the grand city. inside was the fairly large Ludokai Family. Well Ludokai was the name of state. Robert was probably the king with most children out of all the others. He invited his two eldest children whom were married with children to come on this family occasion.

Both left left their spouces at home with their children just to be with their many brothers and sisters. The twins loved limos, every new limo was exciting to them.

"Oh I hope we're not late." Allena said.

"We'll be all right dear."

"You know how I feel about being late, it show poor character."

"I would be more concerned with our children."

"They're old enough."

"Hey dad? Can I stand up through the sun roof." asked one of the twins. , Eric.

"What are you bothering them for?" Asked the oldest son Joel.

"I'm just asking all they have to do is say no."

"All right go ahead." Robert said.

He stood up and shouted out "HELLO MARAQUE!"

He sat down.

"Hey can I do it dad?" Asked the other twin Jonathen.

"Yeah hurry."

He did the same thing.

"Scare that guy."


"Here we are Your Highness."

"Thanks Al."

They all stepped out.

"Now everyone rember your manners now."

"I heard secular nations have no manners." Eric said.

"ERIC!" His mother said sternly.

Mia followed "Rember the Commandment, Love they neighbor." The family was devout Christian but very respectable.

They walked up to the gates

After her long flight Karou had a quick nap in the limo on her way to the Imperal Palace.

"Were pulling up now ma'am."

"Oh excllent." She said.

"Oh my this is even more lovely in person, classy archetecture with a hintage of modern-esque."

"Oh thanks Driver."

"Any time ma'am."


Karou walked towards the palace.

She was halted by two gaurds. "Ms. Karou Kamiah Foreign Minister Kanami."

"Alright. You're cleared to pass." The guards said. Once she made it up the stairs Tatenda greeted her at the top.

"Ah, Ms. Kamiah, such a pleasure to have you here at last. Please, please come in, the celebration is nearly about to begin!" Tatenda said, enthusiastically, leading her into the foyer and inside the Grand Ballroom.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... Ms. Karou Kamiah, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Kanami." Tatenda said, rushing back outside after the guards said another delegate had arrived through his earpiece. A young lady told her where to sit at the VIP Table.

The limo stolled through the grand city. inside was the fairly large Ludokai Family. Well Ludokai was the name of state. Robert was probably the king with most children out of all the others. He invited his two eldest children whom were married with children to come on this family occasion.

Both left left their spouces at home with their children just to be with their many brothers and sisters. The twins loved limos, every new limo was exciting to them.

"Oh I hope we're not late." Allena said.

"We'll be all right dear."

"You know how I feel about being late, it show poor character."

"I would be more concerned with our children."

"They're old enough."

"Hey dad? Can I stand up through the sun roof." asked one of the twins. , Eric.

"What are you bothering them for?" Asked the oldest son Joel.

"I'm just asking all they have to do is say no."

"All right go ahead." Robert said.

He stood up and shouted out "HELLO MARAQUE!"

He sat down.

"Hey can I do it dad?" Asked the other twin Jonathen.

"Yeah hurry."

He did the same thing.

"Scare that guy."


"Here we are Your Highness."

"Thanks Al."

They all stepped out.

"Now everyone rember your manners now."

"I heard secular nations have no manners." Eric said.

"ERIC!" His mother said sternly.

Mia followed "Rember the Commandment, Love they neighbor." The family was devout Christian but very respectable.

They walked up to the gates

Tatend ran outside, breathing heavily. "Welcome to Maraque. It's a pleasure to finally see you here. Please follow me if you will." Tatenda said, escorting them into the Grand Ballroom and to the VIP Table. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Emerald Springs." Tatenda said, moving out of the way of a flurry of waiters and waitresses who came to take the orders of the new arrivals.

It was now nearly an hour into the celebration, almost everyone arrived, and the Emperor was just about ready to make his appearance.

His Majesty was sitting, enjoying his glass of wine when the delegation for Ossyria arrived at the table. Like the polite man that His Majesty was, he introduced himself to the group

"You must be the three rulers of Ossyria, I am George, the Emperor of Alexandrian Ptolemais. It is always a pleasure to meet fellow rulers"

Former Emperor Stephen D. Norris walked up to the table, to greet all the new arrivals.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, enjoying yourselves?"

His Majesty was sitting, enjoying his glass of wine when the delegation for Ossyria arrived at the table. Like the polite man that His Majesty was, he introduced himself to the group

"You must be the three rulers of Ossyria, I am George, the Emperor of Alexandrian Ptolemais. It is always a pleasure to meet fellow rulers"

Markos finished pouring himself a glass of wine when the Emperor George of Alexandrian Ptolemais walked up to the trio and introduced himself. "Ah, 'ello, 'ello. I am the Most Sanctified and August Emperor of All Under Heaven and Defender of All Beings Markos IV, of the Noble House Orlan. May I introduce my fellow monarchs, the Grand Doge of the island of Lao Nio, a member of the Imperial Federation, and the Mariner-King of Wilion, Pirate Lord of the Peninsula, also a member of the Imperial federation."

The two other monarchs glared at their Emperor, they never liked the fact that their respective kingdoms joined the Imperial Federation, reducing their own power. They were polite to Emperor George, nonetheless, "Hello, Emperor, it is a pleasure to meet you. Pardon the Sanctified Emperor, he has been drinking and smoking all day. I am Hos Sandis Dirmasho, Grand Doge of Lao Nio, a region within the larger Imperial Federation of Dai Yuddha Ossyria. This is Yokusha, the Mariner-King of Wilion the Peninsular Kingdom. Unfortunately, their people are commonly stereotyped as pirates and ruffians."

"Oh, no problem about the sanctified Emperor. We still remember some years back when my cabinet ministers would often come up to their meetings drunk; we often found it amusing. Interesting about the Peninsular Kingdom, it makes me think towards the more distant realms of the Empire, plenty of stereotypes about them."

As the conversation went, all of the sudden, the Emperor of Maraque walked up to the table, and stated

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, enjoying yourselves?"

At this, the Prime Minister spoke

"Your Highness, I am most certainly enjoying this event. The white wine that you produce is the best that I have ever tasted"

OOC: Remember, he's the former Emperor, the current Emperor's father.

"Ah yes, my sons collection is quite impressive. It is produced in a remote region in the province of Hythoria. Actually, he is set to appear any time now and make his speech before joining us all here." The former Emperor said, taking his seat at the table. "My other children, Krister, and Siv are to come later on. My son Deric won't be attending as he's just gotten married today."

Markos IV replied to Emperor George's comment, "Don't get me wrong, good sir. I am not prejudice just because I use stereotypes against these two idiots I came with. Ahhhhh, I'm just kidding."

The Grand Doge noticed the former Maraquean Emperor walk up and greeted him on behalf of the Sanctified Emperor. "Yes, the white wine is excellent, perhaps one day we may take a holiday in Hythoria. We would, of course, like to meet your other children as well. Congratulations on your son's recent marriage."

"Hythoria is just one of the many beautiful regions of the country. You'd never regret going anywhere. Hythoria is certainly one of our more cultured regions..." The former Emperor said, sighing a bit from being reminded of Hythoria's many constitutional violations and human rights abuses.

"Thank you. I'm so proud of my son. Just three more children to get married and they're off my shoulders for good." The Emperor said with a chuckle.

"We're just waiting on two more delegations to arrive, and the celebration shall begin."

(OOC: 100th post!)

"Ha HA! I'm sure your children aren't that bad, at least not as bad as my own son. He's one of those spoiled brats who's never worked a day in his life and doesn't know the value of a dollar. Luckily, Ossyria is a elective monarchy and he will likely never take the throne, overwise we'd be in poor shape," The Sanctified Emperor said with a grin. He was serious about what he said, but said it with humor so as not to create an awkward situation.

Former Emperor Stephen D. Norris walked up to the table, to greet all the new arrivals.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, enjoying yourselves?"


"Oh this is very nice thank you. You have excllent food."

"True, my children are great. Everything they have in life they've earned in some way or another. I've always taught them that nothing in life is free, and as such all of my children worked excessively hard to earn everything they've obtained.

Now my daughter is a civil rights activist and a mother of 12, my son Deric is a Senator in the Imperial Congress, my son Jovan is, of course, Emperor, and my son Krister is a lawyer. I'm very proud of how far they've come.

Maraque itself is also an elective monarchy. When I stepped down two years ago my daughter Siv was elected, but also had to step down after a year to give birth to her children, then my son Jovan was elected. He's done a fine job I must say." Stephen said.

"Oh this is very nice thank you. You have excllent food."The former Emperor turned to the Foreign Affairs Minister. "I'm glad. How are things in Kanami these days?"

"Oh not great I'm afraid. Domestically were fine, but we have just entered a state of war with there poweful nations. And I seriously don't belive we can win it."

"Oh not great I'm afraid. Domestically were fine, but we have just entered a state of war with there poweful nations. And I seriously don't belive we can win it.""I'm sorry to hear that. I wish Kanami the best. I really wish there was something my country could do... but we lack a standing army as it was dissolved many years ago."

"How do you do, I'm Robert Ludokai, I'm the King of Emerald Springs, this is my wife Allena, all our children. And I must say this Forieng Minister tells no lie, it's certianlly been a media frenzy in E.S. I honestly don't belive Stevid, Independent Hitmen, or RedTide were right to attack thoes people."

"It's quite all right. Any economic support would be nice though. I'm sorry I shouldn't be pushing you with out asking."

"What do you need? I'd be happy to make it possible. We're very capable. These people are likened to terrorist in my opinion."

"Don't get me wrong, good sir. I am not prejudice just because I use stereotypes against these two idiots I came with. Ahhhhh, I'm just kidding."


At that the Emperor simply laughed

"Ah yes, my sons collection is quite impressive. It is produced in a remote region in the province of Hythoria. Actually, he is set to appear any time now and make his speech before joining us all here." The former Emperor said, taking his seat at the table. "My other children, Krister, and Siv are to come later on. My son Deric won't be attending as he's just gotten married today."

"Our Speaker would no doubt have loved to be here; he is nicknamed the Minister of Cheese and Wine back home. Maybe, I will take our speaker to Hythoria on a holiday; our entire government usually takes a holiday once a year in about March. I am sorry to also discover about their violations and human rights abuses; it reminds me of West Island, they were not originally part of the Empire, and were only conquered a century ago. Yet they retain a strong spirit of independence, and often their provincial government randomly attacks our officials - they are presently under martial law; again. On a happier note, I do congratulate your son on getting married, quite an achievement." Prime Minister James Ward stated.

Meanwhile, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, was eavesdropping on the conversation and noticed an interesting comment

"Oh not great I'm afraid. Domestically were fine, but we have just entered a state of war with there poweful nations. And I seriously don't belive we can win it."

At which he interrupted

"The Empire can possibly help Kanami with its war; at the moment we are at relative peace, and except for our 700,000 troops in the Blackhelm Confederacy, our troops are inactive. How many troops would you need to help win the war?"

"The thing about Hythoria is they constantly try and distance themselves from the rest of the Empire because culturally and religiously they differ from the rest of the population who is overwhelmingly agnostic and very liberal in nature, where as most in Hythoria are more religious and conservative. In this, they feel like the constitution is an affront to their conservative and religious culture.

This is all fine and everything, except for the fact that Hythoria is one of the original provinces of the Empire, so they are legally bound by the constitution and the laws.

The only semi-self governed region in the Empire is Maraquean Corona, after the civil war that tore it apart and ultimately split up the populous. It is now known as East and West Corona; the West is governed by them, and East is governed by us.

But, back to Hythoria; the Province was fined $200 billion USD after it was found that Provincial Counci members there actually orchestrated a massive campaign to stop a specific voting bloc of the populous to the polls; just so their own voting bloc would win.

Along with the fine, all Provincial Council members involved were suspended from the Provincial Council and are serving terms in prison. Such an unfortunate event." The frmr. Emperor said.

The limousine arrived, and the royal family exited with difficulty, especially the King. Trying, as usual, to make a fashion statement at these international events, the King had donned another expensive costume. This time he was wearing alligator skin boots that went up to his buttocks, a bearskin kilt, a breastplate made out of the jeweled skull of some unearthed dinosaur, a massive cape made out of the fur of some animal, which was attached to his uniform by two golden epaulettes, each of which had a pair of mammoth tusks protruding out, a crown made of five pairs of antlers from the giant mooses of Cotenshire, no doubt killed by royal hunters, with gold chains hung down and waving with every step, and, fitting the general theme of accessories made from dead creatures, the King had selected as a cane the gilded rib of some giant animal. All in all, it was a miracle of engineering that the costume could even hold itself together, what with the tremendous weight of the mammoth tusks and moose antlers.

The other members of the Royal Family were more conservatively dressed. The Queen wore a bright orange dress with a traditional bonnet. The two princes, Peter and Leopold, wore traditional Cotenshire military uniform: indigo coats with long pants and long boots, silver epaulettes, a plumed shako, and a sheathed saber around on the belt.

Walking leashed next to Leopold was a large white swan with a sword slung around its back.

“Greetings,” said the King. The King motioned toward the swan, which was attempting to fly away. This was Leopold’s cue.

“We brought some gifts for the Emperor,” said Leopold, handing the leash to Tatenda. “It is a pet swan that our Royal Family has been personally looking after for the past few months. It carries with it one of the most balanced shamshirs that the Royal Swordsmiths have ever made. Do not worry, the swan will not be a hassle to take care of. All it requires is a small pond in a peaceful environment and…what does it eat again, father?”

The King answered hesitantly. “I honestly don’t know. She has managed to find food somehow. I suspect that the spit boys have thrown her some scraps. Let us proceed, shall we?”

"We could certianlly use plenty. I must admit you would be going up against nations which half their economy is devoted to defense. What we also will need is the ability to bring about justice for these gross violations of international law. These nations all feel they are above the law, and because they are soverign they don't have to answer to any tribunal. We need money, we need strong weapons with out going nuclear, chemical or biological."

"The thing about Hythoria is they constantly try and distance themselves from the rest of the Empire because culturally and religiously they differ from the rest of the population who is overwhelmingly agnostic and very liberal in nature, where as most in Hythoria are more religious and conservative. In this, they feel like the constitution is an affront to their conservative and religious culture.

This is all fine and everything, except for the fact that Hythoria is one of the original provinces of the Empire, so they are legally bound by the constitution and the laws.

The only semi-self governed region in the Empire is Maraquean Corona, after the civil war that tore it apart and ultimately split up the populous. It is now known as East and West Corona; the West is governed by them, and East is governed by us.

But, back to Hythoria; the Province was fined $200 billion USD after it was found that Provincial Counci members there actually orchestrated a massive campaign to stop a specific voting bloc of the populous to the polls; just so their own voting bloc would win.

Along with the fine, all Provincial Council members involved were suspended from the Provincial Council and are serving terms in prison. Such an unfortunate event."

"It is the exact same thing with the Empire and West Island. The Empire is predominately Protestant, while West Island is almost completely Catholic, as the country it was formerly part of was very strictly Catholic - they feel that being chained to a Protestant Empire is some sort of significant sin. The irony is however, is that they vote for the Conservative Alliance party at elections; one of the two parties that generally make up the government - that being because an old Catholic Party makes up part of the Conservative Alliance. It also tends to make us cautious, we don't want to bite the hand that feeds us so to speak.

The provinces of the Empire tend to be more self-governing then those in Maraque, I suspect. Here, because of the very spread out nature of the country, the provincial governments have more power than in most countries. Indeed, health and education is mostly taken care of on a provincial level than a national level.

Also, the attempted electoral fraud must have been very nasty. Not as bad as what we had to put up with. I still remember when I was a new MP (I joined the Empire's Parliament in 1968), the was a man in cabinet, a bloke by the name of Sao Ethani, and if I recall, he was the Minister of Internal Affairs or some position like that; not long after that, he resigned his position and went back to West Island and started a terrorist group that ushered in a reign of terror throughout the Empire - it took us twenty years to catch the guy, and still some seventeen years after he was captured, we are unsure what his fate is going to be - he was found guilty and sentenced to hang, however, the Executive Council has been stalling on his sentence, and it does not help that he is 85 next year."

Meanwhile, as while the Prime Minister was speaking about the tough history of the Empire, the Minister of Foreign Affairs was discussing war with the leaders of Kanami

"We could certianlly use plenty. I must admit you would be going up against nations which half their economy is devoted to defense. What we also will need is the ability to bring about justice for these gross violations of international law. These nations all feel they are above the law, and because they are soverign they don't have to answer to any tribunal. We need money, we need strong weapons with out going nuclear, chemical or biological."

"I would actually applaud your strong moral beliefs - in spite of everything going against you, you are still refusing to use those horrid weapons. In terms of worrying about going up against strong nations, a quarter of our central government budget last year went towards defence. If I can get Cabinet and Parliament to agree, we could probably send about a million troops and lend you at no interest whatsoever, ten trillion Gold Denarii."

The limousine arrived, and the royal family exited with difficulty, especially the King. Trying, as usual, to make a fashion statement at these international events, the King had donned another expensive costume. This time he was wearing alligator skin boots that went up to his buttocks, a bearskin kilt, a breastplate made out of the jeweled skull of some unearthed dinosaur, a massive cape made out of the fur of some animal, which was attached to his uniform by two golden epaulettes, each of which had a pair of mammoth tusks protruding out, a crown made of five pairs of antlers from the giant mooses of Cotenshire, no doubt killed by royal hunters, with gold chains hung down and waving with every step, and, fitting the general theme of accessories made from dead creatures, the King had selected as a cane the gilded rib of some giant animal. All in all, it was a miracle of engineering that the costume could even hold itself together, what with the tremendous weight of the mammoth tusks and moose antlers.

The other members of the Royal Family were more conservatively dressed. The Queen wore a bright orange dress with a traditional bonnet. The two princes, Peter and Leopold, wore traditional Cotenshire military uniform: indigo coats with long pants and long boots, silver epaulettes, a plumed shako, and a sheathed saber around on the belt.

Walking leashed next to Leopold was a large white swan with a sword slung around its back.

“Greetings,” said the King. The King motioned toward the swan, which was attempting to fly away. This was Leopold’s cue.

“We brought some gifts for the Emperor,” said Leopold, handing the leash to Tatenda. “It is a pet swan that our Royal Family has been personally looking after for the past few months. It carries with it one of the most balanced shamshirs that the Royal Swordsmiths have ever made. Do not worry, the swan will not be a hassle to take care of. All it requires is a small pond in a peaceful environment and…what does it eat again, father?”

The King answered hesitantly. “I honestly don’t know. She has managed to find food somehow. I suspect that the spit boys have thrown her some scraps. Let us proceed, shall we?”

"Greetings, greetings. You are just on time." Tatenda said, taking the swan. "This is lovely... I am sure the Emperor will love it." Tatenda continued, giving the swan to a caretaker who brought it to the courtyard where an enormous lake was.

Tatenda brought them inside. "Hannah take the Cotenshire delegation to their table please. Thank you."

"Absolutely." The young lady said. "Follow me please." She said, smiling, as she led them into the Grand Ballroom, already full of chatter and music.

"You will be sitting here at Table A6. A waiter will be by shortly to take your order. Have a nice day, and enjoy."

"It is the exact same thing with the Empire and West Island. The Empire is predominately Protestant, while West Island is almost completely Catholic, as the country it was formerly part of was very strictly Catholic - they feel that being chained to a Protestant Empire is some sort of significant sin. The irony is however, is that they vote for the Conservative Alliance party at elections; one of the two parties that generally make up the government - that being because an old Catholic Party makes up part of the Conservative Alliance. It also tends to make us cautious, we don't want to bite the hand that feeds us so to speak.

The provinces of the Empire tend to be more self-governing then those in Maraque, I suspect. Here, because of the very spread out nature of the country, the provincial governments have more power than in most countries. Indeed, health and education is mostly taken care of on a provincial level than a national level.

Also, the attempted electoral fraud must have been very nasty. Not as bad as what we had to put up with. I still remember when I was a new MP (I joined the Empire's Parliament in 1968), the was a man in cabinet, a bloke by the name of Sao Ethani, and if I recall, he was the Minister of Internal Affairs or some position like that; not long after that, he resigned his position and went back to West Island and started a terrorist group that ushered in a reign of terror throughout the Empire - it took us twenty years to catch the guy, and still some seventeen years after he was captured, we are unsure what his fate is going to be - he was found guilty and sentenced to hang, however, the Executive Council has been stalling on his sentence, and it does not help that he is 85 next year.""That is very strongly like what happened here.

Six years ago during the presidential elections it was an unusually tight race between the Conservative Bloc candidate and the Liberal Bloc candidate... in all honesty they're not much different socially or economically... but the Liberal Bloc candidate swept away with 51% of the vote.

On the outside of this, it would appear to be normal, but in all actuality he was really a Conservative Bloc candidate running under the Liberal Bloc to win the popular vote... all mimicking a Liberal Bloc candidate who did the same thing except with the Conservative Bloc some centuries ago when Maraque was much different.

Anyway, he formed this terrorist group that has a main goal of destroying the monarchy and we've had several home grown terrorist attacks... some of the biggest in our history. Just recently armed thugs infiltrated the Capitol Tower and donated themselves, killing 300 Imperial Congress members, and before that they put a deadly virus into all the ventilation systems in the main financial building in the capital, the TriTowers... and these are Maraquean citizens born and raised in Maraque. It's quite sad to see our own citizens go to such lengths in the name of freedom.

We've beefed up security as best we could, and made it literally impossible for the Presidents former status to allow for people to infiltrate government buildings so easily, but he is a clever man and he has found ways around them. Our intelligence agency has found his hiding place and they are searching for him there, but it is in a very mountainous region in the Ambai province, so it will take some time."

The Royal Family followed Hannah to Table A6. Due to the immense size and weight of his uniform, the King had difficulty in staying with the rest of the group. By the time they reached the table, he was huffing and wheezing, but eventually recovered his breath.

“Thank you,” said the Queen to Hannah after the Royal Family had sat down.

After Hannah left, the King was first to speak up. “Leopold, go find us some wine.”

“Father, did not you hear the woman? Someone will come and ask us what we want, and then, I presume, bring it to us.”

“I don’t care. I’m thirsty now. Get us some wine and some ale.”

Leopold got up angrily and walked off in search of suitable wine and ale.

A waiter came up to the Cotenshire table.

Hello your Highness, how may I serve you this morning?" the waiter said.

Meanwhile at the bar. "Hello sir, do you need any drinks?" the bartender said to Leopold.

"

[i]"I would actually applaud your strong moral beliefs - in spite of everything going against you, you are still refusing to use those horrid weapons. In terms of worrying about going up against strong nations, a quarter of our central government budget last year went towards defence. If I can get Cabinet and Parliament to agree, we could probably send about a million troops and lend you at no interest whatsoever, ten trillion Gold Denarii."


"Oh thank you very much. Yes Kanami is most opposed to the useage of such weapons. Your help is very welcomed and appreciated."

"I'll tell you what." Former Emperor Stephen D. Norris said, to the Foreign Minister. "I myself will give your government $10 billion USD from my very own personal account, and then my son will undoubtedly ask Congress for an aide package for you."

“Where’s Leopold? What is taking him so long?” asked the King impatiently.

“Father, he’s probably taking his time just to annoy you,” replied Peter.

The King grumbled under his breath as the waiter walked up.

“Oh, yes,” said the King after the waiter asked what he wanted. “Get us your freshest breads, some cooked or fried soles, and all of that buttered, some fried eggs, well cooked mutton, pork, chicken, and beef, with honey and vinegar applied appropriately, roasted egret, fried herrings, congers, and eels, spiced with pepper, and a bowl of almonds. Oh, and your finest bottle of wine.”



Leopold, watching the people who were walking around with drinks, following their paths to a bar. He sat down, and told the bartender that he wanted a mug of ale. Leopold decided he would have something to drink and then maybe find someone to talk to.

“Where’s Leopold? What is taking him so long?” asked the King impatiently.

“Father, he’s probably taking his time just to annoy you,” replied Peter.

The King grumbled under his breath as the waiter walked up.

“Oh, yes,” said the King after the waiter asked what he wanted. “Get us your freshest breads, some cooked or fried soles, and all of that buttered, some fried eggs, well cooked mutton, pork, chicken, and beef, with honey and vinegar applied appropriately, roasted egret, fried herrings, congers, and eels, spiced with pepper, and a bowl of almonds. Oh, and your finest bottle of wine.”



Leopold, watching the people who were walking around with drinks, following their paths to a bar. He sat down, and told the bartender that he wanted a mug of ale. Leopold decided he would have something to drink and then maybe find someone to talk to.

The waiter wrote down as fast as he could, repeating everything back to make sure the order was right. "I will get this order in right away, your Highness."

Meanwhile at the bar...

"Right away sir." The bartender said, disappearing into a back room to receive a mug, at which point he returned moments later, and filled the mug.

"Here you are. Will that be all?" The waiter said.

OOC: How old is Leopold?

Miyuki and Madison were wondering the streets hoplessly lost. They flew by magic so they didn't have any service after getting caught in a down draft.

"We're lost, no doubt about it. You just had to not bring the witche's glass."
Madison said

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to using them. Maybe we can find a pay phone."
Miyuki said

"Payphone, in this day and age, maybe in a museum."

"Well, hey look there's one there!"

"I don't have any change do you have anychange?"

"I don't even have pockets."

"There's an emergency number on the phone."

"But is this an emergency?"

"Sure it is, were two woman lost in a major metropolis, we could be victimized."

"Were two sorceress. All right." Miyuki dialed Madison however took the reciver and spoke "Hello Emergency? How you doing? Sorry it's just a habbit. Yes I know this is for emergencies. I am in an emergency, we are supposed to go to the Royal Palace but we aren't sure where we are? Do we know where we are, we don't know where we are. Thank you. They're putting us through to someone who can help. Hello yes, my partner and I are lost we don't know how to get to the royal palace. My name? Miyuki Chinchiro."

"Don't use my name!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"The same thing you are."

"It's a good name, Chinchiro, sounds like it stands for something. Oh yes no we don't know what street we are on.


"excuse me sir where are we?"

"Earth."

"Hey I'm on the phone with the police! Some guy gave me a wise answer."

"Excuse me ma'am, what street are we on?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know how can you not know what street your on?"

"You don't know."

"Okay thanks. They're sending a black and white to pick us up."

"A black and white?"

"Police car."

"Why didn't you just say that?"

"I thought it sounded kind of cool."

"Anyway what do we do once we get there?"

A police car pulled up.

"Which one of you is Chinchiro?"

They both pointed to each other.

"Get in."

"Were diplomats from Magic Sorcery."

"Not just diplomats cabinate officals. Oh Miyuki would you roll your window up?"

"Sure." she turend to realize there was no handle to roll the window any way. Knock it off will you, hey officers she's fooling around back here."

"So going to be running any red lights today?"

"I don't think so."

"But I bet you could if you wanted."

"Yeah. We could do anything. We can drive on the wrong side of the road if we wanted to."

"We do that all the time." The other officer said.

"Hey can I try the siren?"

"Don't ask them that."

"Yeah go ahead."

Miyuki reached and triggerd it.

"Hey can I try?" Madison asked.

"Yeah hurry."

She flipped it "Scared the hell out of that guy!"

"You know one thing I can't understand is," Miyuki said "Why did the change the siren. It used to be Waaah waah, now it goes wooo wooo woo. Did they do some research? Did they find out woo woo is more effective?"

"Some places have sirens that goe Eeewah eewah."

"Hey what's that?" The driver asked."

"Looks like a possible 519."

"519? What's a 519? Wait where you going were expected?"

Two officers got out to look at a suspicious man who was breaking into a car.

"Oh thoes cookies, I'm starving." Miyuki said "You think I can just take some?"

"I think that's a 519."

The cops threw the guy on the hood.

"They're busting this guy!"

He was put in the back seat with Miyuki and Madison.

"Hi. How you doing?"

"So wha'd you do?"

"Nothing, were diplomats."

"Oh really? Me too. Hey officers I didn't do nothing!"

"Shut up!"

They finally pulled up to the palace.

"Thanks for the ride!"

They waved them off. "We're so late it's rediclious."

OOC: LOL! Good ol' Maraqueans, stealin' cars, wacky police officers. Ahhh, bliss.

IC:

"Ahh!" Tatenda exclaimed. "Welcome to Maraque. I am glad you could make it! The celebration is nearly about to begin... follow me please."

Tatenda escorted them up the driveway, up the large stone stairs in front of the Grand Imperial Emperor's Palace, and then into the enormous foyer which was full of light from the dome ceiling above. "Hannah! Hannah where are you?" Tatenda said anxiously.

"Oh, sorry! I'm here. Yes?" Hannah, the hostess, said.

"Please take the Magic Sorcery delegation to the VIP table. Thank you." Tatenda said, walking back outside.

"Alright!" Hannah said, walking the two inside the Grand Ballroom, bustling with more life than ever, taking them to the VIP Table.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... Magic Sorcery." Hannah announced... the former Emperor getting up to pull them a chair.

"It's such a pleasure to have you here with us this morning. Please, please sit down." The former Emperor said, waving a waiter for the newest arrivals.

“So this place is called Super City, eh?” remarked Peter. “It sounds like a new town. Most of these towns that we travel to in our diplomatic endeavors have been far too large for my tastes.”

The King, not in a particularly good mood, was not listening. He did not want his son Leopold embarrassing him like this. He began scanning the room and squinting and trying to look around other people and objects to find him. As he was turning to get a better look, one of the antlers on his crown bashed his wife in the head. She fell backwards out of her chair.

Peter got up to look at her. “Mother, are you alright?...Mother?...Father, it appears you knocked her unconscious.”

“Argh,” grumbled the King. “I was just about to get up and go find Leopold.” He turned back towards his wife. “Get up,” he said, nudging her with his cane, but she just laid there. “Get up!” he said, nudging harder. He would take none of this embarrassment. “Peter, sit her up in her chair.”

Peter did as he was told, sitting the Queen back up in her chair. Her head slumped over and she had her mouth wide open but her eyes closed. When he noticed that no one was in the immediate vicinity, the King occasionally prodded his wife with his cane in an attempt to wake her up, but it was of no use as she was out cold.



Meanwhile, at the bar, Leopold had taken off his shako and set it on the counter to his side. “Yes, that will be all, just me,” he said to the bartender. Leopold took gulp after gulp from his mug until it was empty, and ordered a refill.

(He is young boy of 26)

“So this place is called Super City, eh?” remarked Peter. “It sounds like a new town. Most of these towns that we travel to in our diplomatic endeavors have been far too large for my tastes.”

The King, not in a particularly good mood, was not listening. He did not want his son Leopold embarrassing him like this. He began scanning the room and squinting and trying to look around other people and objects to find him. As he was turning to get a better look, one of the antlers on his crown bashed his wife in the head. She fell backwards out of her chair.

Peter got up to look at her. “Mother, are you alright?...Mother?...Father, it appears you knocked her unconscious.”

“Argh,” grumbled the King. “I was just about to get up and go find Leopold.” He turned back towards his wife. “Get up,” he said, nudging her with his cane, but she just laid there. “Get up!” he said, nudging harder. He would take none of this embarrassment. “Peter, sit her up in her chair.”

Peter did as he was told, sitting the Queen back up in her chair. Her head slumped over and she had her mouth wide open but her eyes closed. When he noticed that no one was in the immediate vicinity, the King occasionally prodded his wife with his cane in an attempt to wake her up, but it was of no use as she was out cold.



Meanwhile, at the bar, Leopold had taken off his shako and set it on the counter to his side. “Yes, that will be all, just me,” he said to the bartender. Leopold took gulp after gulp from his mug until it was empty, and ordered a refill.

(He is young boy of 26)

An Imperial Guardsmen nearby heard the comment about Super City.

"Actually, the name of the city is Northern Maraque-Vorencia, but the nickname Super City was coined because of the size; the city itself is about the same size as Hungary; 93,000 square miles, and you are quite right, it is a fairly new city, being only about 60 years old. Parts of the city were here more than 750 years ago however." The Imperial Guardsmen said.

Seeing what just happened to the Queen, the Imperial Guardsmen said... "Errrr, can I do anything to help? Does she need anything?"

At the bar, the bartender refilled the mug as a young woman came to the bar and sat down next to Leopold. It was the former Emperor's niece, Hyacinth.

"I'd like a margarita on the rocks." She said.

Peter listened to the guard talk about Super City but was more concerned about his mother. In response to the Guard’s query on the condition of the Queen, the King replied, “No, she is sleeping. This is perfectly normal. After long flights, she gets like this. Let’s just let her sleep.” Not wanting the guard around anymore, the King ordered him to “Go check and see where our food is.”



At the bar, Leopold emptied the refilled mug quickly. Feeling more assertive than usual due to the alcohol, he turned to the woman. “How are you, madam?”

The Imperial Guardsmen flagged a waiter.

"Sir, his Highness would like to know if his order is ready." The guard said.

"I will go check." The waiter said, walking inside the kitchen. After a few minutes, several waiters returned with the food in tow.

"I'm sorry for the slightly long wait, your Highness. The kitchen is packed preparing for the main event and was overloaded. Here is what you ordered." The waiter said.

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The bar.

"I'm great, thank you for asking. And yourself?" The young woman said, sipping her margarita.

"It's such a pleasure to have you here with us this morning. Please, please sit down." The former Emperor said, waving a waiter for the newest arrivals.

"Thank you, were happy to be here, sorry that we are late, we got lost. Anway I'm Madison Yuske, this is my Co-Minister Miyuki Chinchiro."

The King started eating immediately, and Peter followed suit. “When is she going to wake up?” asked the King anxiously after the waiters has left. A bruise had formed on the Queen’s forehead where she was hit.

“We may need to get her some help,” suggested Peter.

“I’ll have none of that nonsense,” said the King. “She’s perfectly fine.” He continued to shovel food into his mouth.



Leopold let out a rather loud laugh that was slightly disturbing. “I’m really not doing that well. My father keeps taking my family to these diplomatic meetings in hopes that I’ll find some woman of noble birth and get married to her. So far there have been two weddings that have never really gotten off for one reason or another. I am starting to get tired of this constant traveling. But I don’t think you want to hear about that. I am Prince Leopold Salisbury of Cotenshire. Who might you be?”

The King started eating immediately, and Peter followed suit. “When is she going to wake up?” asked the King anxiously after the waiters has left. A bruise had formed on the Queen’s forehead where she was hit.

“We may need to get her some help,” suggested Peter.

“I’ll have none of that nonsense,” said the King. “She’s perfectly fine.” He continued to shovel food into his mouth.



Leopold let out a rather loud laugh that was slightly disturbing. “I’m really not doing that well. My father keeps taking my family to these diplomatic meetings in hopes that I’ll find some woman of noble birth and get married to her. So far there have been two weddings that have never really gotten off for one reason or another. I am starting to get tired of this constant traveling. But I don’t think you want to hear about that. I am Prince Leopold Salisbury of Cotenshire. Who might you be?”

"I know where you're coming from. My own parents bring me to diplomatic events overseas many times when I do not have the interest to go." The Princess said.

"I am Princess Hyacinth Julianne Horne of Maraque. Nice to meet you, Leopold." The Princess said, extending her hand to shake.

"Thank you, were happy to be here, sorry that we are late, we got lost. Anway I'm Madison Yuske, this is my Co-Minister Miyuki Chinchiro.""Nice to meet you Miyuki. So how are things in your nation these days... if you don't mind me asking?" The former Emperor said.

"As well as it can be, I suppose. Oh and please excuse the absence of our Empress, she's currently touring in Ri-an."

"Oh, it's quite all right. Ri-an is a gracious nation I've heard."

"They certianlly are."

"I've always had a fascination with your country. I'd love to take a holiday there some time." The Emperor said. "How are you enjoying Maraque?"

Emperor Markos slumped up and went to the bathroom. Once he returned he walked over to the former Emperor Stephen Norris, who was currently engaged in conversation with Ministers from Magic Sorcery.

"Good day, Your Majesty. I would like to congratulate your people for developing such a wonderful city. Perhaps the people of Ossyria may learn something from this aptly named Super City. The Grand Imperial Alliance provides us with an opportunity to increase our trade prospects, especially with your nation. I have to admit, my Maraquean friend, that my visit here is not purely for celebrations but also to use this as a time to reaffirm our future friendship and support in the elections for the Governing Council. But, this is beside the point, we can talk business later, if you wish."

The Mariner King and the Grand Doge finished their glasses of wine as they watched the Emperor walk away from the VIP table. They took this time to discuss between themselves the new Ossyrian Space Agency recently set up to send satellites in orbit, as well as eventually develop an independent space station and even in the future colonies on the Moon and Mars.

"Yes, yes of course you can. That can be discussed in more detail later as the Emperor arrives later on. The purpose of this event is to garner friendships and relationships, especially among one another." The Ministeress said.

"Excellent!" the Emperor exclaimed after finishing his last sips of wine. "We should get to it then...Alexandro!"

"Ye-yes Sire?" Alexandro said as he looked up in surprise.

"You look dull, enjoy yourself! You're still young, go off and have some fun, you don't have to stand by my side all day. Off with you! Excuse me Ministeress, I must go off to use the restroom."

Alexandro looked on in disbelief. Not knowing what to do he looked around the room and saw two people around his age sitting at the bar.

Oh, what the hell. I might as well have a few more drinks. thought Alexandro.

He walked over to the bar and took a seat next to the two others.

"Barkeeper, I'll have the strongest thing you have."

"I know where you're coming from. My own parents bring me to diplomatic events overseas many times when I do not have the interest to go." The Princess said.

"I am Princess Hyacinth Julianne Horne of Maraque. Nice to meet you, Leopold." The Princess said, extending her hand to shake.

While, at the table, the Queen still would not wake up, Leopold continued to engage in conversation with the Princess. He was relieved that she was of nobility and not some common wench.

“It is very nice to meet you, too,” said Leopold. He turned to the bartender. “Get me another mug of ale.” Turning back to the Princess, he asked, “What is it like here? This is the first time I have ever been to Maraque, and I have only heard of it a few times before now.”

He was slightly annoyed when Alexandro sat around them. He could not pinpoint the exact reason why he felt so annoyed. Maybe it was just his onsetting drunkeness, or maybe it was because of some protective instincts for the female. In any case, he abruptly asked the invader "Who, exactly, are you?"

Emperor Markos slumped up and went to the bathroom. Once he returned he walked over to the former Emperor Stephen Norris, who was currently engaged in conversation with Ministers from Magic Sorcery.

"Good day, Your Majesty. I would like to congratulate your people for developing such a wonderful city. Perhaps the people of Ossyria may learn something from this aptly named Super City. The Grand Imperial Alliance provides us with an opportunity to increase our trade prospects, especially with your nation. I have to admit, my Maraquean friend, that my visit here is not purely for celebrations but also to use this as a time to reaffirm our future friendship and support in the elections for the Governing Council. But, this is beside the point, we can talk business later, if you wish.""Thank you. My main purpose on building this city was to revitalize the stagnant economy that we had been going through years ago. The city has grown exponentially since then, having been 48,000 square miles in size at the end of final construction, to growing more than 93,000 square miles in the sixty years since, and as such the economy is now booming and prosperity is running willd."

Of course, trade is on the agenda, but that'll have to wait until my son arrives as I'm not really all that much influential anymore since I stepped down from my position years ago." The Emperor said.

OOC: We're waiting another day or two for Granate to arrive, if he doesn't I'm bringing the Emperor downstairs to finally heat things up.

"Excellent!" the Emperor exclaimed after finishing his last sips of wine. "We should get to it then...Alexandro!"

"Ye-yes Sire?" Alexandro said as he looked up in surprise.

"You look dull, enjoy yourself! You're still young, go off and have some fun, you don't have to stand by my side all day. Off with you! Excuse me Ministeress, I must go off to use the restroom."

Alexandro looked on in disbelief. Not knowing what to do he looked around the room and saw two people around his age sitting at the bar.

Oh, what the hell. I might as well have a few more drinks. thought Alexandro.

He walked over to the bar and took a seat next to the two others.

"Barkeeper, I'll have the strongest thing you have."The bartender returned with a bottle of Absinthe. "Here you are, sir."

While, at the table, the Queen still would not wake up, Leopold continued to engage in conversation with the Princess. He was relieved that she was of nobility and not some common wench.

“It is very nice to meet you, too,” said Leopold. He turned to the bartender. “Get me another mug of ale.” Turning back to the Princess, he asked, “What is it like here? This is the first time I have ever been to Maraque, and I have only heard of it a few times before now.”

He was slightly annoyed when Alexandro sat around them. He could not pinpoint the exact reason why he felt so annoyed. Maybe it was just his onsetting drunkeness, or maybe it was because of some protective instincts for the female. In any case, he abruptly asked the invader "Who, exactly, are you?"The bartender returned with yet another mug of ale. "Here you are sir, will that be all?"

"I'll have another margarita please." The Princess said. "Hmm, how do I describe Maraque. Most of the coastal areas of the country are enormous metropolitan areas such as this, with smaller cities and towns inward. Some of our most remote regions are home to some of the best sights and views in the Empire. The Coronian Islands region is the most impressive I'd say. Very lovely." The Princess said to Leopold.

"Why, hello there." The Princess said to the new person sitting down next to them.

After drinking a large gulp of his drink Alexandro turned towards the pair sitting next to him. Ignoring Leopold he said to the Princess, "Hello Madam, I am Alexandro, trusted advisor of His Holiness the Emperor of my nation. Who might you be?"
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After returning to his table the Emperor glanced around the room in search of Alexandro.

Ah, there he is. I'm glad he's made some new acquaintances. the Emperor thought to himself. Well I'm not going to let him have all the fun, I should go meet some people myself.

Glancing around the room once again he spotted the Cotenshire table and decided to try to make small talk with them. Getting up from his seat he walked over to the table and said to them, "Hello, which one of you is the leader of your nation?"

"I am Princess Hyacinth Julianne Horne, daughter of Prince Alvadavo Horne. A member of the Royal Family here in Maraque." She said.

Leopold downed this next mug in one huge gulp. Being ignored by Alexandro, he slammed the mug down on the table and picked up his shako. Getting up off his stool, he staggered in front of Alexandro. "I believe I asked you a question, man," he said, proud that he could identify the person's gender. "You should not have those kind of manners in the presence of a lady."

Alexandro stood up and looked straight into Leopold's glazed eyes.

"I believe I've already answered your question, sir," he snickered, "and I think you're the one with the lack of manners around here."

Turning back to the Princess he bowed and said, "A pleasure meeting you Princess. Are you with this...uh...gentleman here?"

"It is a pleasure meeting you as well. If by 'with' you mean 'standing next to and conversing with' then yes I am with him, but otherwise... no." The Princess said discretely smiling at Leopold, surely sending him some kind of signal of what she meant.

"How do you do, Alexandro?" extending her hand to shake his.

Leopold swaggered back to his stool, muttering under his breath. "I'll have another mug," he rasped as he set his shako back down. He stared at Alexandro, and as his blood alcohol level got higher, he found more and more things to hate about this intruder.

As the bartender gave Leopold another mug, the Princess said; "Are you sure you need another one? You're pretty glassed already."

Karou took a seat at the bar. "Uh bar tender do you have anything non-alcholic?" She asked politely.

Karou took a seat at the bar. "Uh bar tender do you have anything non-alcholic?" She asked politely."Yes madam, we have everything your heart desires. What would you like?"

"Wondeful, I'll have an Ice Cola, extra ice please."

"Wondeful, I'll have an Ice Cola, extra ice please.""Yes madam." The bartender said, receiving a glass and filling it with cola and extra ice.

"Here you are madam." The bartender said smiling. "Anything else I can get you this morning?"

"Oh hello there." Princess Hyacinth said to Karou. "Another lady, finally. These men over here are quite insane if I do say so myself." The Princess remarked, pointing at the two adult men having a juvenilie squabble.

"I've always had a fascination with your country. I'd love to take a holiday there some time." The Emperor said. "How are you enjoying Maraque?"


"Your city is really nice, and large. Well if you would like to take a vacation to our nation, let me give you some information."

She was handed a pen and paper like that.

"Oh thank you. This is our tourist Bureau, adress they can help you with any questions. And you may be able to meet up with our Empress, she's very kind and she loves meeting people."

"That will do thank you."



"Oh hello there." Princess Hyacinth said to Karou. "Another lady, finally. These men over here are quite insane if I do say so myself." The Princess remarked, pointing at the two adult men having a juvenilie squabble.

"Some men tend to be. Pleasure to meet you, I'm Karou Kamiah."

"Your city is really nice, and large. Well if you would like to take a vacation to our nation, let me give you some information."

She was handed a pen and paper like that.

"Oh thank you. This is our tourist Bureau, adress they can help you with any questions. And you may be able to meet up with our Empress, she's very kind and she loves meeting people.""Oh thank you so much. I'll definitely do that." The former Emperor said. "Since I'm not Emperor anymore I have much more time on my hands to do the things I've always wanted to do but couldn't due to having to work nearly 24/7 as Emperor."

The doors to the Grand Ballroom began to close and the music began to play the Maraquean national anthem "Unified As One," which meant Emperor Jovan Norris was set to appear any moment now. The lights were dimmed a bit more as the lights on top of the stage lit up the podium and the room fell silent.

"Oh, I guess my son is coming out sooner than expected." The Emperor said in a whisper.

"That will do thank you."




"Some men tend to be. Pleasure to meet you, I'm Karou Kamiah.""Nice to meet you as well. I'm Princess Hyacinth" The Princess said, before the lights dimmed and the stage lit up. "Oh, I guess the Emperor is appearing soon." The Princess said. "That means we must get back to our seats at the VIP table."

"Thanks," said Leopold, accepting his new mug of ale. He turned the mug facing almost straight up and the drink poured into his stomach as fast as gravity could flush it. He ended up spilling a few drops on his coat. He then noticed that the lights were dimming. "Hey what's going on?" He heard the Princess say that the Emperor should be coming and that they were going back to the V.I.P. table. Leopold somehow managed to remember that he was supposed to bring back some beverages for his family. He turned to the bartender. "Well, I guess I better go off too, since they are going to the V-I-P table. I do not want to be here with this loser. Oh, and I need a bottle of wine, four wine glasses, and four mugs of ale. And I'd like all of that on a tray or some other thing that will allow me to carry all."

"Thanks," said Leopold, accepting his new mug of ale. He turned the mug facing almost straight up and the drink poured into his stomach as fast as gravity could flush it. He ended up spilling a few drops on his coat. He then noticed that the lights were dimming. "Hey what's going on?" He heard the Princess say that the Emperor should be coming and that they were going back to the V.I.P. table. Leopold somehow managed to remember that he was supposed to bring back some beverages for his family. He turned to the bartender. "Well, I guess I better go off too, since they are going to the V-I-P table. I do not want to be here with this loser. Oh, and I need a bottle of wine, four wine glasses, and four mugs of ale. And I'd like all of that on a tray or some other thing that will allow me to carry all."

"Yes sir. I will have a waiter bring them to you immediately." The waiter said.

Meanwhile a side door next to the stage opened without much notice, as an immense amount of Honor Guard poured out of it in a circle formation with the Emperor inside. Once by the stage steps he finally revealed himself and made his way up towards the podium, where a man was already standing.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. The 26th Monarch of the Democratic Constitutional Monarchy of the Secular Empire of Maraque... Emperor Jovan Samuel Norris."

"Thank you Mr. President. Thank you all for coming...

I'd first like to start the morning off by thanking each and every one of you who came here today, to celebrate my country's 2,000 years as a free and sovereign nation, as well as to learn more about it and to gain new friendship through the diplomatic meeting this will also be as well as a celebration.

In these troubling times, it appears as though country's come and go every day; as time has shown us we are now a world of just about 99,000 individual nations... a figure that is 50,000 less than some years ago. In fact, more than 1.6 million nations have been founded in this world since the begining of time, 1.6 million of which have now vanished from either war, natural causes, or by things unimaginable to us.

That is why you are all here today; to celebrate the aging of a nation that has survived through all of these wars, natural causes, and other hardships, to become something great; a nation of a united people of every nationality from countries close and far; from oppressive countries to free countries; from poor countries to rich countries. Maraque is the home to all people in this world, no matter what you are, who you are, and what you believe.

To date, Maraque has a population of just over 4 billion people; another milestone we hit as recently as yesterday. The family of that lucky bundle of joy is here tonight; please give a warm applause for Gunther and his parents Georgia and Hendrick Adola. Maraque is a fast growing nation, growing by an average of 4.5 million a year. This great growth has a lot to do with our openness to foreign nationals, and people fleeing war torn nations worldwide. Just this past year we admitted more than 50,000,000 foreign nationals on a temporary guest program fleeing their homelands to get away from hardships that have unfortunately dawned upon their native lands.

But of course Maraque hasn't always been a nation of peace; our great lands were once a land of total and utter bigotry and hatred; Middle East Asian and Eastern European immigrants were at each others throats in the mid-15th century, killing an estimated 25 million people on each side. This hatred spread across much of the country, fueling a fire that was started by a massive influx of immigrants to towns that were once just predominently one race. Fortunately for us, these times are behind us and we have once again become united in our goal of peace, prosperity, freedom and most of all tolerance.

But this isn't all about Maraque; the other reason all of you were invited is because you too, have suffered great strife in your own nations, and have survived to tell the tale. For this is a celebration for peace of all nations and people, not just a celebration of my country's ability to stay strong in a world where many strong have been abolished. This is a celebration for all nations.

Once again... I thank you all for coming, and I hope you have a good time during the next five days, which I assure you will be wonderful and full of excitement. You may all be seated. I will join you momentarily where we can all indulge in fine Maraquean cuisine, and discuss various topics with one another."

And with that, the Emperor descended down the same steps he came from, and joined everyone at the VIP Table.

"Hello everybody." He said, hugging his fathers Stephen and Keiffer, as well as Siv and Krister and various other Royal Family members who had just arrived as well.

The royal family, or at least those members of it that were conscious, applauded as the Emperor was introduced. The meal had not yet been finished. Indeed, with both Leopold and the Queen not eating, there was still much left that the King and Peter had not yet devoured. The King had been prodding the queen in the chest harder and harder with his cane, in hopes that she would wake up.

As Leopold stumbled back to his seat, his father lashed out in a cruel voice, “Where in God’s name have you been? Can you believe that while you were out doing whatever we only had this one bottle of wine here to keep us from drying up? Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to sit here with my son away being useless? Where are our drinks?...” The King continued in a rage for a little while longer.

“A waiter is bringing the drinks, father,” Leopold finally told him. “What is wrong with mother?”

“She’s sleeping,” informed the King. Realizing quickly that his son wouldn’t buy the excuse, he admitted. “She was knocked unconscious.”

“What? How?”

“Are you going to interrogate me, boy?” stammered the King. “You get started eating, and you need to eat a lot. You need to make up for the time that you weren’t here with us.”

And so the royal family ate.

The couple applauded when the Emperor walked onto the podium. When the Emperor came over to the table after the speech, he decided to stay with his old tactic from high school.

Don't start a conversation. Have someone start it for you.

That way, someone else would "break the ice" and the PM wouldn't embarrass himself with an odd comment. He was sure someone would start one soon so he didn't do anything.

Alexandro hurried across the room to get back to his table. Unfortunately, by the time he got there the speech was already over.

"Where were you?!" the Emperor asked furiously.

"I'm sorry sire, I was-"

"Shut your mouth. Look how you have embarrassed us! I expected more from you."

Alexandro then sat down and let his head hit the table. Things weren't going well for him today.

Once the Emperor got to the table, the lights came back on and waiters and waitresses from all corners of the room started pouring out of the kitchen carrying platters of food pre-ordered by each and every guest on a special menu before the ceremony began and started serving everyone.

"I'm glad all of you could make it. I really am. After our feast I will present to you the gifts I have for you all," the Emperor said. "I must ask, how is everyone doing this morning? Anything to discuss?"

Emperor Markos IV stood with his glass in hand, "I'd like to make a toast, to Emperor Norris and Maraque. May your reign be long and prosperous and your country last another 2000 years. Here, here!"

"To two thousand more years, till the end of time." Karou raised her glass and toasted to it.

"Thank you, thank you," The Emperor said, taking a sip from his glass.

OOC; Someone say something to someone. This can't die! The Emperor did ask if anyone wanted to discuss something with him, as some of your characters do.

The Sanctified Emperor stood and walked towards Emperor Norris and decided to strike up a conversation. "Your Majesty, I wonder what Maraque has in the way of satellite capabilities. You see, the Ossyrian Space Agency was recently founded, but our scientists lack the expertise and experience in this field and wish to expand and cooperate with other nations who already have a space program."

For the Imperial Delegation, they had been engrossed in quiet conversation when all of the sudden, the Emperor of Maraque appeared and made a brief speech. His Majesty, finally having finished his conversation, walked over to the Emperor.

"Your Highness, the Empire of Alexandrian Ptolemais wishes you a glorious two-thousandth anniversary. Certainly, our Empire does not match, we have only been around for just over three hundred years. Anyway, I not only came here for celebrations, but also to talk a little business - once the Prime Minister and the Minister of Foreign Affairs have finished, then perhaps could we have a conversation?"

"Although we have a very highly trained and experienced staff on the Maraquean Space Administration we haven't much focused on satellites as much because our main goal first was to build the International Space Station which was a great success. Our other goal was to colonize Harth (OOC: pretend to know it exists and is like a duplicate of Earth in the sense that it can sustain life, etc), which we've already done as well. So our next goal will be the development of satellites for varying purposes and I'd be glad to have the Space Administration join forces with your Space Agency and create a joint-research team, which would be absolutely beneficial to both our nations." The Emperor said.

OOC: This is to Ossyria, just to clarify. I'll reply to yours in a moment.

For the Imperial Delegation, they had been engrossed in quiet conversation when all of the sudden, the Emperor of Maraque appeared and made a brief speech. His Majesty, finally having finished his conversation, walked over to the Emperor.

"Your Highness, the Empire of Alexandrian Ptolemais wishes you a glorious two-thousandth anniversary. Certainly, our Empire does not match, we have only been around for just over three hundred years. Anyway, I not only came here for celebrations, but also to talk a little business - once the Prime Minister and the Minister of Foreign Affairs have finished, then perhaps could we have a conversation?""Thank you. May your Empire last just as long, if not longer. What is it that you'd like to discuss later on? I'm all ears." The Emperor said, while talking to various other people... he had a talent for multi-tasking like that.

"How do you do sir? My name is Karou Kamiah, I'm the foreign Minister of Kanami."

"How do you do sir? My name is Karou Kamiah, I'm the foreign Minister of Kanami.""I'm great thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you. How about yourself?" The Emperor said, with a bright and comforting smile.

"Well I'm a little stressed out, but other than that I am very well."

"Ah, I've been briefed on your situation. Is there anything my government can do? Do you need monetary aide?" The Emperor said.

"We certianlly could use it. Also if you know anyone that could place tremendous poltical pressure on them, it would be excllent as well."

"Alright. I will have the Imperial Congress vote upon a monetary aide package for you and sign it as an emergency vote in which they will vote on when they convene at 10am."

"Tatenda, get to work on the text of the legislation. I want $750 billion in monetary aide voted on immediately." The Emperor said to Tatenda, who swiftly left the table. "I am sure the Imperial Congress will pass it with ease, as they have many times over."

"Thank you. May your Empire last just as long, if not longer. What is it that you'd like to discuss later on? I'm all ears."

"We wish to speak about trading and commercial opportunities. I would love to discuss it myself, however, much of what happens in those fields is the domain of Parliament, represented today by the Prime Minister and Minister of Foreign Affairs"

"Very well. I look forward to speaking with them later on."

The King was stuffing chunks of some meat into his mouth, looking around the room, but glancing over at the Queen occasionally to make sure she hadn't awakened. While Peter followed his father and continued eating, Leopold was still depressed and somewhat drunk, and just fiddled around with his silverware.

"Ms. Kamiah, I am happy to announce the aid package of $750 billion has been approved and shall be sent to your government immediately." Lord Governor Jovan S. Norris said.