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Out-Of-Character/Introduction:
It has been some time since the Aggressive-Defensive Alliance of Nations has been spoken of, far too long. Because of this, very few have even heard of them. Even members of the Alliance forgot what it is. Now you will find out.

In-Character Letter to All Nations:
"All members of the Aggressive-Defensive Alliance of Nations, I ask that you come to this convention hosted by our founder, Delthar Scythis of Dephire, to show how many members are left. All nations throughout the world are welcome to attend! Speeches will be held by Scythis and many other members. Come dressed accordingly. This is a convention, but a nice suit is recommended. For far too long, the ADAN has been forgotten admist other alliances. Now is the time to revive this long hibernating beast. Come and join us!"

~Hidalgo Coronado

Out of Character:

Please come and enjoy the convention I have set up. More details are to arrive soon.

Havian Dictator, Jerry Sophrone

Alright, who wants to be a delegate for an alliance that I would like to find more about. How about my trusted delegate, Dr. Sizofren.

OOC Naration: Jerry Sophrone tells Dr. Sizofren to visit this meeting. Dr. Sizofren obeys, and gets on a plane to your country. Since he is a 'nobody' for the most part, he has no bodyguards. He'll be attending the meeting, and will possibly join your alliance.

"Well get the blasted cakes! We are hosting people on an international scale, and if I say 'get some cakes' you get those bloody cakes!" exclaimed Chief Executive Officer, Thomas Calpogne.

"Yes, sorry sir. We shall bring the cakes. What flavor might I ask?" one of the chefs replied.

"What flavor?! Uhh...one of each should suffice, right?" replied the CEO.

"Right, should have thought of that myself. We shall bring one of almost every flavor cake there is!" the chef exclaimed, then dashed out of the room in a snap.

"Dour Avei! These bloody idiots are going to run a muck! Scythis, why did you hire fools?"

Scythis strolled about the huge conference room. He was wearing his dark robe and plate mail armour around his chest and legs. A sword of seven feet in length was sheathed on his side. He bore no headpiece, allowing his silver hair to neatly go past his neck. His face bore no expression. Scythis was young, by now he was almost twenty-four.

"I only hired the best you listed for me, Mr. Calpogne. So the fault isn't my own." Scythis said cooly.

The CEO grimaced, "ah, you are always right," he looked around. "Sometimes it's a bit...annoying."

"Only as annoying as you allow it to be, Mr. Calpogne." Scythis stated with no emotion.

Thomas grimaced again, "why do you call me Mister Calpogne?"

"Because that is your name, and nothing more. How many have said they will attend." Scythis said, showing a distict annoyance.

"I am unsure. More should arrive, I swear."

"Don't swear unless you are willing to swear upon your life."

This time, Thomas winced with a gulp. "Y-yes sir!"

Scythis nodded, then left as if something caught his attention.

"Drastorval..." escaped the Emperor's mouth.

OOC: One of my puppets, Neoconservative, was in the ADAN, but it was deleted, so can I join as my main nation?

IC: The message from Dephire was received by the Foreign Ministry and was almost disregarded. Yet, the Official on duty thought that the name ADAN was familiar from somewhere. The message was then passed up to higher levels, and several hours later the Foreign Minister, Vsevolod Aleksandr was on a plane on his way to the convention. Upon arriving at the airport, he was picked up by a limo and several security guards. They arrived at the building several minutes later and Vsevolod prepared to introduce himself and who he represented.

Hubert Pinkerton packed his belongings, it has been years since he had gone on any of these trips, so he decided to rent a Chitzi guide whom he promised to pay considerably well for his services.

[Just going to skip the formalities and assume they made it to the convention without incedent.]

OOC:
That is fine, No Taxes.

[Yeah..incident...*chuckles* Nothing like SAM sites trying to take you down. Right?]

IC:

"Scythis, the first of our visitors have arrived. Representatives of No Taxes and of The People's Republic of Hurtful Thoughts." One of the patrons announced aloud.

Scythis turned towards the door, and greeted each man (or woman) individualy, and offered his hand as a gesture of good will. "I'm delighted to see that someone still is familiar in our old alliance."

[Not if I go by boat and bus...]

In return, Mr Pinkerton shook Sythis's hand, and replied with a wave of his arm:

"I hope you don't mind that I brought a guest, he's a refu[gee]... er... guide, I picked up from Providence Chirzeland, he served during the Pelsgord/Ort counter-offensive. His name is Smith Jacobs, recently promoted to rank of Colonel. He is not armed"

OOC: I'm making up his [Col. Jacobs] bio as I go...
Pinkerton is wearing his usual eyepatch and business suit, carrying a briefcase, Jacobs is in more casual attire, but still somewhat formal, wearing a pair of khaki trousers and a long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up... His hands are a little greasy after repairing some automotive component earlier. He recently wiped his hands off on a clean rag before arrival.

Vsevolod shook Scythis' hand.

"It's good to be here. So, I know this is mainly just a dinner party to try and bring in new members, but what are the plans for the Alliance this time around? Because first time around the ADAN didn't really do too much. We certainly hope that the ADAN will be more active in world affairs."

Scythis still smiled.

"It is my intention to shake the world into recognising that the Aggressive-Defensive Alliance of Nations is a force to be heard and well known throughout the world. We are to defend those in need, and bring those to their knees in counter-offenses. Then there are times when we would need to expand, where we have two options. The First is political compromises, the second...well, let's just say they may never be able to recuperate."

He looked towards the floor as an expression of guilt overtook him.

"Hopefully it will not ever resort to option two. There is enough death in our world. However, if it had to come down to it, then we damn well better be prepared!"

This time, he thrusted a triumphant fist into the air.

"Our forces may not be numerous, but we are still a force to be known."

*Some applause from Dr. Sizofren*

Alright, so you have mixed feelings. I am sorry, but if you can't make up your mind on the type of power you have, than I'm leaving.

*He exits*

Delthar Scythis turned towards the exiting man.

"I am only saying that to use brutal force is something not to be done, but if it is needed, then you must be the most brutal you could possibly be."

Delthar Scythis turned towards the exiting man.

"I am only saying that to use brutal force is something not to be done, but if it is needed, then you must be the most brutal you could possibly be."

Pinkerton had a thought:

"Hmmm..."

Then he voiced that thought:

"There is a problem though, the only way the world will hear about ADAN is if we start taking some aggressive actions to defend something, but many of the curent member nations of ADAN don't want to become warmongers just to market an alliance, plus it could have considerable political blowback..."

He continues:
"But perhaps there is an opprotunity to get ADAN into the center stage without scaring away potential or existing members. There is this nation, which has claimed considerable amounts of land, and is putting it up for grabs in a high stakes gladiator esque tourament. Perhaps we could pool some of our better melee fighters into this tournament, and make it obvious that they have ADAN support."

He paused:

"Now the bad news, the host nation is Hataria, and there rulebook looks rather half done... So I'd expect some foul play to be attempted here and there not only by Hatarians, but by other competitors."

Scythis smiled.

"In that case, I shall send one of the best and highest ranked warrior amongst my people. He's a Godsend that has served in well over fifty years of war, yet appears to not have aged over twenty. A feat that I will attempt someday. His name is General Skragg, the Godsend General of my Army. He shall represent Dephire. If he fails, then I alone will go..."

Scythis smiled.

"In that case, I shall send one of the best and highest ranked warrior amongst my people. He's a Godsend that has served in well over fifty years of war, yet appears to not have aged over twenty. A feat that I will attempt someday. His name is General Skragg, the Godsend General of my Army. He shall represent Dephire. If he fails, then I alone will go..."

"You are much too valuable here to risk yourself needlessly in such a minor, yet high profile contest, though you could watch from the benches, I could ask Galaxia if she is willing to pay for the skybox tickets... Anyways, PROHT is also sending one of their better men into the competition, even at 70 years old, he'd still most likely give the competition a hard time..."

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"May our warriors never meet in the ring, I pray for both of our country's sakes."

Scythis bowed in respect.

"I also thank you for your concern. However, if Skragg were to bring shame to Dephire, I would have no choice to try and redeem that shame."

*He fingered the hilt of his prized sword, the same sword that had belonged to the original Scythis of Siem.*

"Even so, it has been a long time since my blade has tasted blood...centuries in fact..."