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Invitation to (Insert Name),

You are hereby invited to attend the Imperial Ball in honor of the coming of Easter and to celebrate the arrival of spring after a long winter season. This invitation shall grant you immediate access to the palace though you shall not be allowed to have more then five guards, no guns are allowed to be brought with you though traditional swords and other style of melee weapons shall be allowed, and you may bring up to three guests of your choosing.

If you decided to come you shall be provided with your own personal apartments, a number of serving staff, and the right to wander the grounds of the Imperial palace as you please and to look upon the collections of the Imperial family as you wish.

To note you have any special requests just ask and to state allies are given more leniency with this.

Signed,
Imperial Foreign Minster
Lord Fredrick Erida

OOC: To say if your nation is hostile to the Empire you shall not ‘receive’ one of these and also there will be very heavy security at the event provided by the personal household guards of the Imperial family.

Invitation to President Barron, Pan-Arab Barronia.

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Signed,
Imperial Foreign Minster
Lord Fredrick Erida

"Hmm...interesting proposal. And we do like a good ball, don't we dear?"

"Indeed we do sweetheart. So just who is inviting us?"

"It's from The Scandinvans. Can't say I know the leader too well...an Imperialist, if I recall. So. Do we want to go?"

"Well, it'd be rude not to."

From: Pan-Arab Barronia, President's Desk
To: Lord Fredrick Erida, Imperial Foreign Minister, The Scandinvans

"I would be most pleased to attend your Easter Ball. I shall be attending with my wife and daughter, and we should like to bring 3 Barronian Guard Officers with us. They shall be armed only with the standard Officer's Dress Sabre.

"We should ideally like a prediction of weather conditions beforehand, and a location that we may fly into - the Presidential HSST is supersonic, and will require a fairly large-length runway.

"Other than that, we have no specific requirements. We look forward to meeting you and your family, and to a pleasant stay."

Daniel M. Barron
President
Pan-Arab Barronia

"Hmm...interesting proposal. And we do like a good ball, don't we dear?"

"Indeed we do sweetheart. So just who is inviting us?"

"It's from The Scandinvans. Can't say I know the leader too well...an Imperialist, if I recall. So. Do we want to go?"

"Well, it'd be rude not to."

From: Pan-Arab Barronia, President's Desk
To: Lord Fredrick Erida, Imperial Foreign Minister, The Scandinvans

"I would be most pleased to attend your Easter Ball. I shall be attending with my wife and daughter, and we should like to bring 3 Barronian Guard Officers with us. They shall be armed only with the standard Officer's Dress Sabre.

"We should ideally like a prediction of weather conditions beforehand, and a location that we may fly into - the Presidential HSST is supersonic, and will require a fairly large-length runway.

"Other than that, we have no specific requirements. We look forward to meeting you and your family, and to a pleasant stay."

Daniel M. Barron
President
Pan-Arab BarroniaTo the President of Pan-Arab Barronia,

We thank you for showing interest in coming to this event and we are honored by it. The Emperor thanks you for agreeing to come and is looking forward to meeting you.

As for the weather it shall be quite pleasant throughout the day and tomorrow with only strong southerly winds. As well, the weather shall be aboe 70 degree Fahrenheit for the rest of the week.

Upon the matter of the weaponary and the guards everything has been cleared.

Thank you again.

Signed,
Imperial Foreign Minster
Lord Fredrick Erida

Prince Alexander VII and his fiance Elizabeth shall be attending this upcoming celebration. Each shall have one discreet bodyguard.

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Imperial Foreign Minster, Lord Fredrick Erida
From: Vetakan Foreign Affairs

The Dominion of Vetaka wishes to attend this ball and we wish to send Supreme Operational Commander Stone. He has attend your glorious nation before and wishes to return after his trip was cut short. Our only request is that Stone be assigned a Ground Floor Apartment preferably with decking so that Stone may meditate upon.

Yours Vetakan Foreign Affairs

Prince Alexander VII and his fiance Elizabeth shall be attending this upcoming celebration. Each shall have one discreet bodyguard.We agree to these terms and we are most pleased and honored by the coming of the Princess and his consort to the Ball.

Signed,
Imperial Foreign Minster
Lord Fredrick Erida

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Imperial Foreign Minster, Lord Fredrick Erida
From: Vetakan Foreign Affairs

The Dominion of Vetaka wishes to attend this ball and we wish to send Supreme Operational Commander Stone. He has attend your glorious nation before and wishes to return after his trip was cut short. Our only request is that Stone be assigned a Ground Floor Apartment preferably with decking so that Stone may meditate upon.

Yours Vetakan Foreign AffairsWe thank you for allowing him to attend the ball at such short notice and we also happy to note that the Princess he courted is still unmarried. As well, his accomaditions are acutally an 8,000 sq foot mutli-level complex with his own gardens so he should be able to find a private place for his own use.

We thank you again.

Signed,
Imperial Foreign Minster
Lord Fredrick Erida

OOC: To note this ball is quite more of a scene in which may discuss with others or get a rare meeting with te Imperial family.

The Presidential Cavalcade arrived at St Johns International Airport, Misenae at 0800hrs sharp. With the Presidential HSST (High Speed Supersonic Transport) fuelled and ready, all was good to go.

Pushback was made, and the HSST was given full priority over traffic.

5 hours later....

Approaching the Scandinvan airport where they were destined to land, the pilot contacted control.

"Control, this is Papa Alpha Zero Zero Bravo, requesting tracking, with intention full stop."

The Presidential Cavalcade arrived at St Johns International Airport, Misenae at 0800hrs sharp. With the Presidential HSST (High Speed Supersonic Transport) fuelled and ready, all was good to go.

Pushback was made, and the HSST was given full priority over traffic.

5 hours later....

Approaching the Scandinvan airport where they were destined to land, the pilot contacted control.

"Control, this is Papa Alpha Zero Zero Bravo, requesting tracking, with intention full stop."The air fligth opened a runway and a private termianl and then said," Permission granted and when you land we shall remotely bring the planet in to the terminal if you allow us to have the signal."

"Roger that control, we're unfamiliar with the airport anyway. Await confirmation."

With a deafening screech, the HSST came down onto the tarmac. Moving to the far taxiway, the pilot relayed his confirmation.

"Okay control, we're reliquishing control to you."

Two minutes later, they found themselves sat at the gate. As the door was opened, they found a Scandinvan Envoy waiting to greet them...

"Roger that control, we're unfamiliar with the airport anyway. Await confirmation."

With a deafening screech, the HSST came down onto the tarmac. Moving to the far taxiway, the pilot relayed his confirmation.

"Okay control, we're reliquishing control to you."

Two minutes later, they found themselves sat at the gate. As the door was opened, they found a Scandinvan Envoy waiting to greet them...The Scandinvan Imperial representative was dressed in the ancient attire of the old Valgardian empire, from which the Scandinvan Empire had been orginally called, then said," Good day to you both. I have been sent here, by his majesty Emperor Olaf IV, to escort you to the palace. The ball right now is in it earliest stages in which the guests are welcome over the course of a number of days. If you will come with me we have a limo to bring you to the palace."

The Scandinvan Imperial representative was dressed in the ancient attire of the old Valgardian empire, from which the Scandinvan Empire had been orginally called, then said," Good day to you both. I have been sent here, by his majesty Emperor Olaf IV, to escort you to the palace. The ball right now is in it earliest stages in which the guests are welcome over the course of a number of days. If you will come with me we have a limo to bring you to the palace."

OOC: There's three of us :p : President, wife and daughter

"Well...thankyou. It is nice of His Majesty to personally send someone... So. Lead the way!"

The airport was well built, in a conservative yet modern style, one which the President personally favoured. As they walked through, Santina, the President's daughter, was marvelled by the planes, shops, and just about everything else an 11-year-old could be marvelled by.

"Santina...come along now. Let's not be silly. I hope you're not planning to play up like this when we meet the Imperial Family young lady." he adds to their envoy "I am sorry, I hope you'll excuse her. She's used to a car, not the plane."

Upon exiting the station, they were shown to their limousine.

"Erm...about our luggage...?"

Jonathon Stones Private Plane was a custom built Bombardier Challenger it was blazed in the Vetakan Colours and had The Dominion of Vetaka written down the side. Aboard was Vetakan Defence Force Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone and his standard 5 Man Security Bodyguards and 2 Man Personal Assistants. Stone was over joyed to hear he was to return to Scandinvia he previous trip had been cut short by the Londim Crisis but now he was going back to the Beautiful Nation. The Pilots on the Flight Deck were his personal pilots and as such were the same ones whom had brought Stone to this fine nation the first time as a result they were perhaps a wee bit to friendly over the airways when they checked in:

"Scandinvan International Control this is Vetakan Alpha Charlie Foxtrot. You miss us guys? We have Presents. Requesting Permission to Land?"

OOC: There's three of us :p : President, wife and daughter

"Well...thankyou. It is nice of His Majesty to personally send someone... So. Lead the way!"

The airport was well built, in a conservative yet modern style, one which the President personally favoured. As they walked through, Santina, the President's daughter, was marvelled by the planes, shops, and just about everything else an 11-year-old could be marvelled by.

"Santina...come along now. Let's not be silly. I hope you're not planning to play up like this when we meet the Imperial Family young lady." he adds to their envoy "I am sorry, I hope you'll excuse her. She's used to a car, not the plane."

Upon exiting the station, they were shown to their limousine.

"Erm...about our luggage...?"The man replied," The luggage shall be picked up by Imperial workers to bring to the palace and your residence which has been prepared for you.

As well, children are children and in the Imperial court they are basically allowed to be kids as long as they do not do anything not apporiate for youger persons.

Now here is the limo."

He opened the door for them and the limo itself was well armored and was guarded by two black SUVs.

Jonathon Stones Private Plane was a custom built Bombardier Challenger it was blazed in the Vetakan Colours and had The Dominion of Vetaka written down the side. Aboard was Vetakan Defence Force Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone and his standard 5 Man Security Bodyguards and 2 Man Personal Assistants. Stone was over joyed to hear he was to return to Scandinvia he previous trip had been cut short by the Londim Crisis but now he was going back to the Beautiful Nation. The Pilots on the Flight Deck were his personal pilots and as such were the same ones whom had brought Stone to this fine nation the first time as a result they were perhaps a wee bit to friendly over the airways when they checked in:

"Scandinvan International Control this is Vetakan Alpha Charlie Foxtrot. You miss us guys? We have Presents. Requesting Permission to Land?""You have permission to directly land at the personal Imperial airport at the palace grounds as it has just been cleared of the remaining ships."

To: Lord Fredrick Erida
From: International Relations Administration, Mer des Ennuis
Re: Imperial Easter Ball

As you are probably aware, Mer des Ennuis is currently experiencing a civil war. None-the-less, General of the Homeguard and Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis, Adam Wincenty has decided that he will attend this ball. Because of the ongoing hostilities in Mer des Ennuis, the Arch Arsonist will travel in the MDE “White Dawn,” a nuclear-powered Montana-class converted to a luxury Yacht. The ship is rather heavily armed, though I hope you understand. Transport from the ship to the palace grounds will be by Ennusian military chopper.

General Wincenty will be accompanied by 5 “Death’s Head” guards, who, will be armed with “cold” weapons, as per your request, and will remain non-visible. General Wincenty will be unaccompanied into the ball, and will check his ceremonial L-26 pistol with Palace Security. We must make one last request: the Arch Arsonist would very much so like to have the suite next to Commander Stone of Vetaka.

I hope this is acceptable, and he will arrive in two days time.

Tomasz Swietoslaw
Director, International Relations Administration

To: Lord Fredrick Erida
From: International Relations Administration, Mer des Ennuis
Re: Imperial Easter Ball

As you are probably aware, Mer des Ennuis is currently experiencing a civil war. None-the-less, General of the Homeguard and Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis, Adam Wincenty has decided that he will attend this ball. Because of the ongoing hostilities in Mer des Ennuis, the Arch Arsonist will travel in the MDE “White Dawn,” a nuclear-powered Montana-class converted to a luxury Yacht. The ship is rather heavily armed, though I hope you understand. Transport from the ship to the palace grounds will be by Ennusian military chopper.

General Wincenty will be accompanied by 5 “Death’s Head” guards, who, will be armed with “cold” weapons, as per your request, and will remain non-visible. General Wincenty will be unaccompanied into the ball, and will check his ceremonial L-26 pistol with Palace Security. We must make one last request: the Arch Arsonist would very much so like to have the suite next to Commander Stone of Vetaka.

I hope this is acceptable, and he will arrive in two days time.

Tomasz Swietoslaw
Director, International Relations AdministrationWe sadly currently have most of the apartments in the name of Scandinvan nobility, though we have one quite close to his quarters and it will be given to you.

As well, the conditions are acceptalbe, though they must the use the palace's port which is only twenty miles away and we are willing to give him a tank escort instead of a helicopter one instead.

OOC: mind if Colderon makes an appearance?

OOC: mind if Colderon makes an appearance?OOC: Sure that would be quite interesting and also to note this is the ball in the old sense of the term, though this is for everyone to know and not just signalling you out.;)

To: Lord Fredrick Erida, Imperial Foreign Minister, The Scandinvans
From: Lord Governor Jovan Norris, Emperor, Maraque

Greetings,

I have just received your letter of invitation and have come to no less of a yes. I would be absolutely delighted to attend this ball in the glorious nation of the Scandinvans, our most loyal and trustworthy ally of many years, and many more to come.

In regards to my guests, I will be bringing my wife Malika, son Keshvad, and daughter Hesis along, as I wish to introduce my wife and children to the world outside of the Empire, and what a pleasant experience it shall be for them.

Security will be light; five Elite Imperial Guards will be occupying myself and my wife and children in normal attire as to blend in to the surroundings, and they will carry only light weaponry such as 7" daggers hidden beneath their clothing.

If these terms are acceptable, we shall be departing momentarily.

Sincerely,
Lord Governor Jovan Norris

To: Lord Fredrick Erida, Imperial Foreign Minister, The Scandinvans
From: Lord Governor Jovan Norris, Emperor, Maraque

Greetings,

I have just received your letter of invitation and have come to no less of a yes. I would be absolutely delighted to attend this ball in the glorious nation of the Scandinvans, our most loyal and trustworthy ally of many years, and many more to come.

In regards to my guests, I will be bringing my wife Malika, son Keshvad, and daughter Hesis along, as I wish to introduce my wife and children to the world outside of the Empire, and what a pleasant experience it shall be for them.

Security will be light; five Elite Imperial Guards will be occupying myself and my wife and children in normal attire as to blend in to the surroundings, and they will carry only light weaponry such as 7" daggers hidden beneath their clothing.

If these terms are acceptable, we shall be departing momentarily.

Sincerely,
Lord Governor Jovan NorrisDue to the close relations between our two nations you shall be given a private palace for your use and also eight Imperial Household guards in order to better protect your person and your own family. Yet, as for the lodging you have been offered by the Emperor to stay in the central Imperial palace where the Imperial family lives.

We thank you for coming as well and the Imperial family thanks you for coming and his young son Olaf is looking forward for meeting your family.

Added we agree to the terms fully.

Signed,
Imperial Foreign Minster
Lord Fredrick Erida

21 hours later, Scandinvan Empire

"Dad, this place looks dull," the Lord Governor's son, Keshvad remarked to the private palace interior they just entered.

"Quiet Keshvad, where are your manners? This is no more dull than our home."

"But our house is bigger!"

"Size does not matter, now go play somewhere."

"Fine," Keshvad said, then he ran off with his sister Hesis, who was being rather quiet.

Jovan and his wife Malika slowly walked through the home and into the living room and took a seat on the luscious couch in the corner of the room.

"It's lovely being here with you for a change. It gets very lonesome when you go off to diplomatic meetings... then you bring not only me, but the kids too. What's the change for?" Malika said.

"Well... I decided that in order to spend more time with you and the kids whole I'm abroad the only way to do that is to bring you and them along with me; I want you and them to experience the world as I see it, and it just doesn't seem fair for me to go to these wild places and leave you alone in the city."

"That's very thoughtful of you... I'm thankful. Lets go find the children and get to bed. It's been a long day."

"Keshvad, Hesis, time for bed!" Jovan exclaimed, followed by a faint "Yes dad!" and the noise of feet running across the floor to the bedrooms.

21 hours later, Scandinvan Empire

"Dad, this place looks dull," the Lord Governor's son, Keshvad remarked to the private palace interior they just entered.

"Quiet Keshvad, where are your manners? This is no more dull than our home."

"But our house is bigger!"

"Size does not matter, now go play somewhere."

"Fine," Keshvad said, then he ran off with his sister Hesis, who was being rather quiet.

Jovan and his wife Malika slowly walked through the home and into the living room and took a seat on the luscious couch in the corner of the room.

"It's lovely being here with you for a change. It gets very lonesome when you go off to diplomatic meetings... then you bring not only me, but the kids too. What's the change for?" Malika said.

"Well... I decided that in order to spend more time with you and the kids whole I'm abroad the only way to do that is to bring you and them along with me; I want you and them to experience the world as I see it, and it just doesn't seem fair for me to go to these wild places and leave you alone in the city."

"That's very thoughtful of you... I'm thankful. Lets go find the children and get to bed. It's been a long day."

"Keshvad, Hesis, time for bed!" Jovan exclaimed, followed by a faint "Yes dad!" and the noise of feet running across the floor to the bedrooms.The private palace that the family was staying in had been put in the middle of a senic part of the grounds as well it had been put near some of the most impressive parts of it as botanic gardens surronded it and the buildings designed by renowed Cotenshire arhctiect Sir Galeazzo Gaviscilio which filled the grounds.

As well, there a few ponds for fishing nearby and some libaries for the use of everyone.

OOC: When shall the acutall ball start?

The man replied," The luggage shall be picked up by Imperial workers to bring to the palace and your residence which has been prepared for you.

As well, children are children and in the Imperial court they are basically allowed to be kids as long as they do not do anything not apporiate for youger persons.

Now here is the limo."

He opened the door for them and the limo itself was well armored and was guarded by two black SUVs.

"Thankyou for being so understanding. And she's lovely really. Just...overexcited. Now, then, into the car sweetheart, there you go."

As the small convoy pulled away from the curb, the President turned to his wife.

"You know, it's nice spending time with y- Santina, please sit down. The driver won't be pleased with you running up and down his car. Anyway, as I was saying, I'd like this weekend to be more enjoyable than the usual diplomatic business deal. Having a lie-in, then, after the Ball, we'll head down to the city for a weekend, hmm?"

"Sounds like a nice change. Santina...what did your father just say?"

"Sorry Mum!"

"Hmm... So, how long before we get there? And what were our accomodations supposed to be?"

"Well, it says personal apartments...which would be nice...ooh, we could go for a nice long stroll about the grounds...especially if the weather keeps up..."

"Sir, Madam, we're here."

"Hmm?"

"Your residency, Sir. We've arrived. I'll just get your door."

Their residency, as it had turned out, was not private apartments. More, a private palace.

"Wow."

"Wow indeed. So. In we go. Hope that luggage arrives soon..."

"Yes indeed...you take ages to get ready!"

"Thankyou for being so understanding. And she's lovely really. Just...overexcited. Now, then, into the car sweetheart, there you go."

As the small convoy pulled away from the curb, the President turned to his wife.

"You know, it's nice spending time with y- Santina, please sit down. The driver won't be pleased with you running up and down his car. Anyway, as I was saying, I'd like this weekend to be more enjoyable than the usual diplomatic business deal. Having a lie-in, then, after the Ball, we'll head down to the city for a weekend, hmm?"

"Sounds like a nice change. Santina...what did your father just say?"

"Sorry Mum!"

"Hmm... So, how long before we get there? And what were our accomodations supposed to be?"

"Well, it says personal apartments...which would be nice...ooh, we could go for a nice long stroll about the grounds...especially if the weather keeps up..."

"Sir, Madam, we're here."

"Hmm?"

"Your residency, Sir. We've arrived. I'll just get your door."

Their residency, as it had turned out, was not private apartments. More, a private palace.

"Wow."

"Wow indeed. So. In we go. Hope that luggage arrives soon..."

"Yes indeed...you take ages to get ready!"OOC: Here is a cookie by being able to figure out that I went with something like the papal apartments in the use of the term apartment.

IC: A number of the serving staff had acutally already brought their luggage and had put in their selective rooms. They had left a note explaning their actions on the table in the main entry area.

As well, the front door rung as a person knocked on it.

bump for interest

OOC: Only one GIA has come so far.:(

OOC: Post coming later, and bump

OOC: Post coming later, and bumpOOC: Thanks for the bump.:)

Hits the thread with a BUMPer car.

“This gun… this bullet… there's a bullet for everyone… and a time… and a place… yes... maybe this is how it has to be.”

The gun was heavy in his hand. He was staring down the barrel. He pointed the gun up, at the ceiling, pulled the action back, and stood up, facing the mirror. He saluted the mirror, raised the gun to his temple, and fired.

Nothing. He fired again. Still nothing. He took the gun and threw it at the ground in a fit of rage. It went off, embedding a 10.5mm slug in the wall.

“Son of a bitch.” He said in surprise. The desire to end his life was abated, for now.

There was a knock on the door.

“Enter,” he commanded.

“Sir, the Captain wishes to inform you that we are half an hour from The Scandinavian port.

“I lost fucking Bruit today.”

“That maybe sir, but its nothing to get bent out of shape about it. I have it on good word that the army is ready for a counter-attack.”

The Arch Arsonist sighed.

“I’ll be on the bow in 15.”

15 minutes later, General Wincenty was in full dress. The same L-26 that refused to end his life was in a white gold-laced holster at his side. His numerous medals, legitimately earned on the field of battle, hung heavy on his chest.

The guns of the White Dawn fired off a volley in welcome, while fireworks burst over the stern, while a Scandinavian port cannon returned with a fire of its own. Wincenty gazed at the country he had never seen before. He was surprised to receive an invitation, especially during a time of war, though his chief of security advised him that he would be safer abroad, at least for the time being.

“Sir.” It was Xurxo Xosé, Colonel in the elite Death’s Head and bodyguard for the day. “As you are aware, the Scandinavians wish you to go in a tank escort, and are holding up flight clearances of the helicopters. We are trying to work it out.”

“What are you armed with, Colonel?”

“Well, Sir, we are not fans of the requirements, as you are probably well aware. We raided the republican armory, and we found twenty of these.” he said, pulling a sickeningly sharp bardiche from a closet. It was inlaid in gold and mother of pearl, the wood halft appeared to be a species of ironwood, inlaid with gold and highly polished. A series of diamonds appeared to hold the blade to the shaft. Each of us will also carry five throwing knives and a concealed, synthetic, fixed-bladed combat knife. No one will get near you sir.”

“Damn Colonel… that’s gotta be worth a few million…”

The Arch Arsonist trailed off, staring at the axe. Ceremonial, yes. Deadly, definite yes.

“Sir, might I suggest we depart?”

“Right.”

The General and his guards walked the carpeted gangplank down to the dock, where a Scandinavian emissary was waiting.

The Arch Arsonist, looked around, snapped off a salute, and asked

“Now, about my helicopters…”