NationStates Jolt Archive

It had been a most busy week for Tiber Valias. Events had been set in motion that would shape the landscape of the region for decades to come, and an old empire was taking it's first great step to rebirth.

He shuffled through letters received and delivered to the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden, a island chain in the South Pacific that had developed into a reputable nation ruled by his fellow Nords. It was part of his policy to extend a hand of friendship to any Scandinavian state or nation founded by Scandinavian settlers, and Brutland and Norden surely met the criteria.

Due to the events he had personally helped plan, that would bring war to the door step of the capital, Valias had decided it would be best to leave the country for a few days and continue the business of this alliance in safer pastures. That of course meant that with him in Brutland and Norden, and Doro negotiating with the elves of Kayomo, the country would rest on the ruthless General Kraft, Military Executor of the nation. Though the would-be despot wasn't exactly the most competent political leader, he actually would help to serve Valias' agenda while the country was at war. Besides, it would only be a few days.

All he needed was the green light from Brutland and Norden to make travel arrangements.

{OOC: Short and crappy, I know, but I'm short on time :( }

Caso di Gobbierro
Vilòstresa, Terru di l'Unnone

Prime Minister Marianna Cortanella sat down at the head of the long table. She made it a point to hold these biweekly cabinet meetings to get updates, and formulate ideas on running the country. So far Brutland and Norden has done well, the Nord-Brutlandese are largely satisfied with her government.

"Good morning, everyone," she said, and then sipped her cup of morning coffee.
"Good morning, Madame Prime Minister."
"It's nice to have you all here," she remarked as she looked at all of her ministers. "Well, as I may have told you three days ago, I am presently communicating with the Grand Nasier of Lorkhan about negotiating a treaty." She then cast a meaningful glance at Foreign Minister Bricco di Sint'Brullizio. "And their Grand Nasier, Tiber Valias, would like to negotiations to happen here - "
"Here? As in right here?!" Commerce Minister Liana Riprostoggione could not hide her excitement. It is after all, the first time that a foreign leader would set foot on the shores of Brutland and Norden.
"Yes Liana. Here," Cortanella said. "Which brings me to today's main business. First, I would like to ask for the preparations that we would do for Grand Nasier Valias' visit; second, who would do the negotiations; and third, what would we be saying during the negotiations..."
"Why don't we turn the Grand Nasier's visit into a state visit?" Di Sint'Brullizio said, lazily twirling a pen with his fingers. "It could do a lot of wonders."
"I like that idea, Bricco," Cortanella agreed.
"But we never had any of those things since 1759," Culture Minister Anna Maria Sceiff reminded them. "We practically have no experience whatsoever - "
Di Sint'Brullizio scoffed. "There's always the first time."
"Okay, so do we all want to have the state visit?"
Everyone nodded.
"So, Bricco, I'd be placing you in charge of organizing it."
The Foreign Minister nodded. "I shall be contacting the Queen Mother to make arrangements... shall we leak it to the press?"
"Perhaps when the arrangements have been made... yes."

"So, for the second part, who would do the negotiations?"
"You won't be negotiating, Madame Prime Minister?" Communications Minister Giusto Costrelabbia was puzzled.
"Yes, I am negotiating, but I want somebody who would help me, especially in pleasing the Lords and MPs in Parliament..." She then looked in the direction of Scían Montògliore, Deputy Prime Minister and presiding officer of the Nord-Brutlandese General Court, the lower house of Parliament.
"'course, Marianna, having me in is a given," Montògliore smiled. "Perhaps Giusto can help us. I hear the Lorians are much closer to your roots than we are."
"Is that because my mother's an Ásatrúar?" Costrelabbia represents Esolo di Piscierettu in Parliament, where many of the Nord-Brutlandese Ásatrúar live.
"Perhaps," Montògliore said. "Maybe we can also have Lúanna on board."
"Me?" Treasury Minister Lúanna Gardefini was pleasantly surprised. "Not that I won't do it, but why me?"
Half of the ministers smiled a bit. They know that Gardefini is Montògliore's love prospect, but she doesn't know it.
"Or maybe Liana can join in," Montògliore suggested. "I'm positively sure that trade is going to be on the table."
"And while you're at it, why don't we send Kail?" Cortanella said. "Probably they'll be offering an alliance or something... You want to join, Kail?"
Defence Minister Kail Brecchio gave her a salute. "Yes, ma'am."
"So, Scían and Lúanna are going to take care of the Parliament, and Liana, Kail, and Giusto would help me hammer out proposals... any more suggestions?"
"Do we have any proposals right now?"
"No, but we'll see," Cortanella said. "I think it's too early to say what would be on the table."

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To: His Excellency Tiber Valias
Grand Nasier of the Nationalist Republic of Lorkhan

Good day!

I, Charlotte II, cordially invite you to come to the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden for a state visit in order to strengthen our bilateral relations and forge an agreement with my government. We hope that you can come.

Regards,
Queen Mother Charlotte II
Regent of the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden

Tiber Valias looked down on his capital and it's thirteen million residents from the safety of his high tower in the center of the city. In the distant horizon he could see the Basilica, the second tallest structure in the city, looming over as if a giant sentinel constantly on guard. He then shifted his gaze down toward the area that was home to the Office of Foreign Affairs. It'd be the last time he'd see the thirteen story complex. He silently wondered if there was a better option, a structure of less importance, but his second guesses were cut short by the sound of the door sliding open.

"Amarth." Valias welcomed his most elite of bodyguards, and personal champion, as the long haired shirtless tattooed man entered the room. A small warhammer hung from his back, mostly for traditional purposes rooted to Amarth's clan, though he was also equipped with two pistols strapped on each thigh.

"Highborne, one of your secretaries wishes to speak with you."

Valias ushered Jorten Vjork into the room. Valias already knew what the short red haired man had to report, but asked him anyway if only to give Vjork a sense of heightened worth. It was the least a friend could do after all.

"Our Nasier, her royal highness Queen Mother Charlotte II, of the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden, has returned your inquiry as a guest to their nation."

"Go on." Valias demanded, his back turned and still facing toward the cityscape.


"She has offered to make the occasion a state visit. This is a first for us, we have never explored the lengths of such diplomatic measures, not in such a distant place anyway."


"I am troubled by your lack of kinship with our 'distant' brethren." Valias responded. "Are we not all children of the gods?"

"Understood, our Nasier, but surely you understand that Brutland and Norden is less..."


Valias finally turned his attention away from the massive window that served as his portal to the outside world. He shot Jorten a glare that quickly stole the next words from him.

"Inform Executor of Staff, Mr. Roderek, to draft a response to the Queen. Return to me so that I may finalize it and send the letter personally. I will be taking only a small number of men with me. Mr. Roderek, Amarth, and yourself as well as Mr. Bragi. I will need only a handful of guards. Amarth and myself are more than capable of imposing the wealth of my security to any who might have ill thoughts on our well being."

Vjork nodded and saluted his leader, and slowly turned toward the door. Valias contemplated what he would do with the man when the time for the Nordeland's rise came. He'd come to his decision during the trip. For now he needed to get ready.

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OFFICIAL DECLARATION FROM THE NATIONALIST REPUBLIC OF LORKHAN

We consider this invitation from her highness, Queen Charlotte II, to be an absolute honor. We accept this gesture of kindness, and shall make appropriate preparations to attend at the earliest convenience.

May the gift of Freya guide us to prosperity.


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Tiber Valias,
Grand Nasier
Champion of the People and the State

10:44 AM
Montecrestese Castle
Stroppiana, Union Territories

"C'e, quam la scuole?" Queen Mother Charlotte II shifted slightly in her seat as she spoke on the phone. "Si, gece arcíal sul tu sece... polemince? Polemince son tirocine tortora? Del... Mi frasco, s'buona, sul sunt tiche ani ogezione, noi sorgheche d'il..."
Somebody knocked on the door.
"... si, quale toqueco... Me longece tu... tu tabbe. Valse."

"Come in."
Diana Martone, the Queen's personal secretary, came in. "Minister di Sint'Brullizio is here."
"Let him in."
Diana left the room to call the visitor.

"Good morning, Your Highness," Foreign Minister Bricco di Sint'Brullizio said as he came in. The Foreign Minister is a big, chubby guy, with a crazy smile and deep dimples. Almost everyone who had met the Foreign Minister liked him instantly.
"Have a seat." The Foreign Minister then sat on a chair in front of the Queen's desk. "I have received their reply."
"What did they say?" Di Sint'Brullizio's eyes were wide with excitement.
"They accepted our invitation."
"Great!" Di Sint'Brullizio almost jumped from his seat. "We shall make the preparations."
"Surely," the Queen responded. "Is there any plans yet?"
"Well," di Sin't Brullizio said as he took out a piece of paper from his folder, "first, you would be meeting Grand Nasier Tiber Valias at the Airport."
"Do we need Kyle there?"
"Sure, it'd be better if His Majesty would be there."
"I'll ask," the Queen said, "his birthday's coming, as is Union Day. Maybe he can take time off military school."
"Well, it's also okay if His Majesty can't come."
"So, what would be next?"
"Then we would give a salute to the Grand Nasier at the Government House, and then perhaps speak in Parliament. Then maybe you can tour him around the city... or the country."
"But that is tiring. Perhaps just around Kingsville would do... but I hear that the Grand Nasier would be coming to make an agreement - "
"Oh that," di Sint'Brullizio smiled. "That's for the next day. Well anyway, perhaps you can accommodate the Grand Nasier here for the state dinner - "
"Why, sure, no problem. Just talk to the castle governoress. She'll make the preparations... but where would the Grand Nasier stay?"
"I have not yet confirmed that."
"Ask him if he wants to stay in the castle. After all, I should be present during the negotiations, and so perhaps we can go together."
"Don't worry about where would the negotiations would happen. Prime Minister Cortanella wants it here in Montecrestese. But we would certainly consider your offer, Your Highness."
"Good... Well then, shall we send our message?"

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To: His Excellency Tiber Valias
Grand Nasier of the Nationalist Republic of Lorkhan

Good day!

My ministers and I had already made some preparations for your arrival. My government and I would be meeting you at the airport for a traditional Nord-Brutlandese leader's welcome. Then we can head to the Nord-Brutlandese Parliament via a motorcade so you can address a joint session of the Legislature.

If the Grand Nasier wishes to, I can tour you around the capital, if time permits.

I have prepared to host a state dinner for you at Montecrestese Castle. You are also invited to stay with us at the Castle for the rest of the visit, as my minister had informed me that the negotiations would be conducted here anyway.

That is perhaps some of the things you can expect when you arrive here. If you have anything to add, feel free to communicate with me.

I am anticipating your reply and your arrival. Have a pleasant trip!
Regards,
Queen Mother Charlotte II
Regent of the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden

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OOC: Cardiology's after me. So if NS won't lure me from studying for that exam, I might not be able to post for a few days or so...

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OFFICIAL DECLARATION FROM THE NATIONALIST REPUBLIC OF LORKHAN

My people and I can not show enough appreciation for the welcome that you have shown us. My party shall remain small, as I personaly detest a superflous entourage for meetings which should be limited and personal such as this.

My craft will depart this evening and we expect to arrive in your nation by morning. I concur with your offer of accomadation in the Montecrestese Castle , and would greatly enjoy a tour that shall allow us to see the beauty of your great nation and it's citizens.

I've but one request, and that is that I may personally meet the young King himself during my stay, and share a small private dinner and tour with him seperate from official matters.


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Tiber Valias,
Grand Nasier
Champion of the People and the State

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The Grand Nasier had made all of the arrangements necissery. It was time for he and his men to make their way to Brutland and Norden. He made one final call to Holden Kraft, leaving with him instructions to follow for the next few days, before gathering Amarth and his personal guard.

"Raven One has been prepped sir." Aaron Roderek announced as he walked into the hall, with Minister Bragi close behind him. Jorten Vjork was already on board with another detachment of guards.

"Very well." Valias responded. "Amarth, take your men and an analyizing crew to make one final security sweep of the shuttle. Let us make haste. New and exciting friendships should not be left to wait."

Within an hour Raven One was enroute to Brutland and Norden. Valias made one final glance over the massive island of Norgeland positioned in the vast region of Midgarde. When he returned his land would be a far different place, and the friendships he'd make in the morning would help secure the Nordic Empire of tomorrow.


OOC: Epic applogy for equaly epic delay.

Moncucco Castle
just outside Kingsville, Union Territories
08:55 PM

"Yes, I have heard," Queen Mother Charlotte II said over the mobile phone. "... do you know about his entourage?"
"It's small," The Foreign Minister replied. "the Grand Nasier wants meetings to be personal. And had you been informed - "
The Queen took the small plate of wild Brutland berries and stood up from the table. "Yes. I asked the King to take some time off." She proceeded to her office with the plate. "I had also talked to General Nigardo about it."
"Very well... but will His Majesty be..."
"Prepared?" The Queen smiled as she took a bite of a berry in her mouth. "He'll make it. All Kyle needs to do is be himself."
The Foreign Minister sensed some oddness with the way the queen spoke. "Your Highness, you are eating?"
"Oh I am, sorry," she said rather sheepishly. "Can't resist these wild berries from Brutland."
"Yummy."
"If you want, we have lots of it here - "

There was a knock on the door, and a tall, lanky eighteen-year-old boy in full battledress came in. He put down his big backpack beside a potted plant near the door and walked towards the queen.

"Bricco, I have someone in the office," the Queen said. "I'll call you later."

"Welcome home," the queen said, hugging her son. "How are you doing?"
"S'all good," Kyle answered, "Fun."
She broke off the hug and looked up at him. All grown up, he is now much taller than she is, and reminds her so much of his father. "Has anybody told you that you're going to meet the Grand Nasier of Lorkhan tomorrow?"
He picked up a berry and popped it in his mouth. "No. My training officer just said that I needed to go home."
"Well at least you know now," she said, pacing to her chair and gesturing for her son to take a seat. "The Grand Nasier specifically wanted to meet you..."

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King Kyle I International Airport
Tonzivibbia, Union Territories
07:12 AM

"Good morning, Your Majesty," Prime Minister Marianna Cortanella greeted the King as he arrived at the airport terminal. "How's your morning?"
"Good morning to you too... I think today's a great day, don't you think?"
"I am sure," The Prime Minister replied. "Today we will be making history."

Members of the press are starting to set up their cameras for the great historic event. Several more are arriving at Terminal 7, the terminal used exclusively by government officials.

The makings of a traditional Nord-Brutlandese welcome are already present. Members of the Nord-Brutlandese Army are ready to give the 21-gun salute. The Queen Mother had already talked to the two children who would first meet the Grand Nasier, to bring in gifts. (Traditionally, dignitaries are first welcomed by a small boy and a girl, signifying the innocence and friendliness.) Prime Minister Cortanella's Cabinet is there. They are all waiting for the arrival of the plane carrying the Grand Nasier.

Raven One had flown from the shores of Lorkhan's inner sea in the North Atlantic to the furthest reaches of the globe in the South Pacific, the home of the soverenigh United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden.

Aboard the sleek black jet, the Grand Nasier had kept in contact with his aides back home and managed to indulge himself with as much information on the nation that would host him that he could. He even spent some time studying the native language.

Raven One touched down in the early morning hours between seven and eight AM at the King Kyle I International Airport. The first to emerge from the plane was Amarth, followed by Tiber Valias himself. Tiber saluted the several soldiers in Brutland and Norden's military who had stood outside at full attention showing their respects. He held his head high and gave a customary wave to all in attendence.

He calmly walked down the retractable stairway to the ground below. He allowed himself to appreciate the fresh air after having been cooped up in the plane for several hours, and just then a pair of children came to greet them. He knelt down and embraced them both while journalists and photographers snapped pictures and wrote in their notebooks.

"It is a pleasure to be greeted by such lovely children. There could not be a truer symbol of our glorious future to come." he told the children as he patted each of them on the head, and turned to smile warmly greeting the Prime Minister and the royal family in attendence.

His Majesty King Kyle II watched as the Grand Nasier descended down the plane and returned the soldiers' salute. He smiled as the Lorian leader embraced the two children and greeted members of the Nord-Brutlandese Cabinet.

"Welcome to Brutland and Norden," His Majesty King Kyle II greeted the Grand Nasier, extending his right hand for a handshake. "It's my pleasure to meet you."

The Queen Mother and the Prime Minister, standing behind the King, both smiled expectantly. They were both excited to meet the Grand Nasier.

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OOC: Sorry for the delay.

Tiber Valias welcomed the hand of the young king warmly, and gripped his hand around Kyle's with firmness and respect.

"It is an honor to meet you, young King." Valias told him. "I know that this moment will be repeated many times through out the course of our lives, but none could replicate the joy you and your country have gifted me with today."

Valias turned toward the Prime Minister and the Queen Mother, smiling at both and sending a respectful bow toward the direction of the Queen.

"Your regal beauty is greater than I anticipated." Valias complimented her. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Queen Charolette." Valias turned back toward the Prime Minister, complimenting the second woman with a bow as well. "And you too, Prime Minister Cortanella."

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OOC: Tis' fine. It seems we are both equally busy due to the return of the school year.

"Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you too," the two women said simultaneously. The Queen Mother and the Prime Minister were rather surprised, and the Prime Minister let the Queen speak first.

"I hope the trip has been fine," Queen Charlotte II said, smiling. "And thank you for your kind words."

Prime Minister Marianna Cortanella was even more charmed by the Grand Nasier. "Perhaps it's time for us to go inside. The Nord-Brutlandese Parliament and the United Kingdom of Brutland and Norden is waiting for us."

They ushered the Grand Nasier inside the airport terminal, where limousines are waiting for them on the other side.