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The sky was a dark gray and rain fell in sheets in Vallingard, capital of Faxanavia. Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick would have rather been at home, in bed, his head under the pillow and a hot mug of tea next to him. Unfortunately, a country can not be run when one's head is under a pillow, and as such Ivansky was working late, yet again. the fact was, the newly established Promethian Republic had alot of work that needed to be done on it. The Imperator's influence ws still here, even if he was dead. And, matters of international affairs must be attended to. LION, the CSS, work within Rodinia... It was all some what tiring. And yet, it seemed it was not enough. Faxanavia, while somewhat known, was by no means a major diplomatic entity. Ivansky sighed. What to do, what to do... He layed his head on the table, and was just about to close his eyes for a minute when an idea struck him like lightning. Rising, he quickly turned his swivel chair to the small computer which took over the left side of his desk. Typing away furiously, he began to draft a letter to the nations of the world. Within ten minutes, his work was done. It would be printed, stamped with the Faxanavian seal, and sent to leaders the world over.

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From: Ivansky Bochick, Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia and her associated territories
To: Leaders of the world.

Greetings, friends. My name is Ivansky Bochick, and I am the Prime Minister of Faxanavia. I write to you to invite you to attend a great banquet which shall be held in some two weeks time here in Vallingard, the capital of Faxanavia. There shall be much festivity during the banquet, and I wish as many of you to come as possible. If you are capable of attending, please RSVP as soon as possible.

Eagerly awaiting your response,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister

OOC: Just send a response telling who will be arriving, and RP your leader arriving in Vallingard. No need to go through the formalities of requesting landings or such.

List of people going to party:

Vice Foreman Cole Miner I,
his wife Cary Miner,
their son Cole Miner II,
their daughter Cary Miner II,
his mistress Minister of Mining Katie Greene,
their son Cole Miner II,
their daughter Katy Miner.

IC2: An entourage arrives out of a cargo plane.
First, a man dressed in a suit.
Second, a beautiful brunette, with twisting hair.
Third, a man dressed in a suit, with a pickaxe on his back.
Fourth, a younger beautiful brunette, with longer twisting hair, in an elegant dress.
Fifth, a short blonde woman, wearing a green blouse, and a blue knee-length skirt.
Sixth, a redheaded man, dressed in a suit, with a pickaxe on his back.
Finally, the seventh, a beautiful blonde with hair that brushes the floor, and eyes that radiate happiness.

They all sign in and walk in. The man's wife and his mistress are talking animatedly about rugby.

The delegates from the Spice Mines were greeted, as eager servants attended to their needs. Meanwhile, upstairs on the second floor of Freedom Hall, Ivansky was making some last minute preperations.

"Let me do that. You're making it all crooked." Ivansky's wife, Teresa, reached over and fixed the tie which Ivansky had been tying and retying for the past 5 minutes. She looked him up and down, surveying his outfit with approval. A simple black suit and dinner jacket, as well as the matching tie. The only thing which seemed remotely out of place was the gold band which encircled his left arm- the symbol of the Prime Minister. He turned from the mirror, and grew momentarily speechless at his wife. She was, herself, dressed in a long flowing blue dress. Her long red hair, normally down, had been done up in a bun. He took her by the arm, and they kissed momentarily before striding from the room out onto the great balcony that overlooked the room set aside for the banquet. It was, in fact, two rooms, split up for ease. The first, which the two were now overlooking, was a vast mingling room. A band played light jazz, and waiters moved swiftly about with trays of h'our dourves. The second room was dominated by a long table, with tiny cards marking the names of each of the arrivals. Ivansky smiled. It would be an event to remember.

Vice President Frank Jackson and President Martin Watson will attend the meeting.

OOC: Sorry for the short post.

Ivansky drifted down the stairs and into the banquet hall. Crossing through the aperture into the other room, he greeted the Spice Mines delegates with a smile. They were the first to arrive, and he he fervently hoped they were not the last.

To: Ivansky Bochick, Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia and her associated territories
From: Neil O'Conner, President of Neo Federation of Megalithon

Greetings Ivansky Bochick of Faxanavia! I would be gladly to attend the well anticipated banquet. I would be personally attending the party and will be accompanied by my wife, Sofia.

Thank You,
Neil O' Conner
Neo Federation President

To Prime Minister Ivan Bochick of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia,

I would wish to attend this meeting to better our foreign relations with each other. Faxanavia and Greston have always been in relatively good standings thus far and haven't fought each other in a war so I thought that this could be a good time to pick up a new ally. Being that as of yet I am still not married the only people accompanying me will be three Imperial Red Guards.

President and Brigader John Batther

To Prime Minister Ivan Bochick of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia,

I would wish to attend this meeting to better our foreign relations with each other. Faxanavia and Greston have always been in relatively good standings thus far and haven't fought each other in a war so I thought that this could be a good time to pick up a new ally. Being that as of yet I am still not married the only people accompanying me will be three Imperial Red Guards.

President and Brigader John Batther

To: Ivansky Bochick, Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia and her associated territories
From: Neil O'Conner, President of Neo Federation of Megalithon

Greetings Ivansky Bochick of Faxanavia! I would be gladly to attend the well anticipated banquet. I would be personally attending the party and will be accompanied by my wife, Sofia.

Thank You,
Neil O' Conner
Neo Federation President

We are glad to hear of the RSVP's of President O'Conner and President and Brigader Batther, and eagerly await their arrival.

Respectfully yours,
Lucy Gable
Secretary of the Minister of Foreign Affairs

Landing in the international airport was a rather rich looking Boeing 747, Mokan Flight 777, the president's personal jet. On Board was President Adam Jackson, one of three non-Mokans on the flight. With him was his brunette wife Eva Jackson, formerly Eva Garcia. Both were dressed in Formal attire while a team of Jaguar Elites escorted them off followed by agents from both the MBSA security division and the National Investigation Agency. This would be the first time a president went out of country ever since the George/Shino Villa Wedding, and even though the flight back was shot down landing, they still wanted to make sure nothing will go wrong this time.

The one of the front hatches of the First Falcon, a specialized Boeing 747 made just for Presidential purposes, opened and revealed two men wearing black suits with sunglasses. As they walked down the stairs, they were soon followed by a man with a suit accompanied by a middle aged woman. It was President Neil O'Conner and his wife, Sofia. They walked down the stairs from the plane and followed by other men who worked for the president.

"It's a nice country," O'Conner said to his wife.
"I would have to agree Neil," Sofia responded with a smile.

Both of them entered a limousine near the plane, which will transport them to Vallingard. The limo had 2 motorcycle escorts and three more vehicles behind the limo. The car then departed the airport and headed for their destination.

Vice President Frank Jackson and President Martin Watson will attend the meeting.

OOC: Sorry for the short post.

OOC: Response please

A black, small private jet, boasting the Grestonian Seal, touched down on the tarmac. The small staircase let down and a minute after it opened two Imperial Red Guards stood on each side of the door and saluted President John Batther as he walked down the stair case. The Imperial Red Guards had a formal, orange platebody above the red jacket that British Royal Guards wore. On their arms were silver steel shoulder plates and silver steel plates from the shoulder to the elbow. A red skirt type thing hung from under the plate body. Haning from the red skirt were yellow beads. On the legs were silver steel plates as well that covered most of the red slacks they wore. Besides the standard AK-47, slung from their shoulder and on safety, and two Colt Pistols under the platebody each of the Imperial Reds had a Formal Traditional Sword by their side. The scarrab was red as well, the sword in it was a whitish silver.

John wore his usual, a black long jacket, a black vest, black slacks, but tuxedo, white shirt, and red tie. As well as he black little hat that he wore around usually. Inside his jacket was his trusty Colt Pistol, it had only been used once after he retired from the Military but came in handy when "debating". He and his entourage of six Imperial Reds walked to the front door and requested permission to enter the banquet hall. Once they approved he walked in and stood in awe of the rooms beuty and the amount of people already there.

Vice President Frank Jackson and President Martin Watson will attend the meeting.

OOC: Sorry for the short post.

OOC: My apologies. I didn't notice it.

IC:
We are delighted to hear that VP Jackson and President Watson will be attending.

Respectfully yours,
Lucy Gable
Secretary of the Minister of Foreign Affairs

A black, small private jet, boasting the Grestonian Seal, touched down on the tarmac. The small staircase let down and a minute after it opened two Imperial Red Guards stood on each side of the door and saluted President John Batther as he walked down the stair case. The Imperial Red Guards had a formal, orange platebody above the red jacket that British Royal Guards wore. On their arms were silver steel shoulder plates and silver steel plates from the shoulder to the elbow. A red skirt type thing hung from under the plate body. Haning from the red skirt were yellow beads. On the legs were silver steel plates as well that covered most of the red slacks they wore. Besides the standard AK-47, slung from their shoulder and on safety, and two Colt Pistols under the platebody each of the Imperial Reds had a Formal Traditional Sword by their side. The scarrab was red as well, the sword in it was a whitish silver.

John wore his usual, a black long jacket, a black vest, black slacks, but tuxedo, white shirt, and red tie. As well as he black little hat that he wore around usually. Inside his jacket was his trusty Colt Pistol, it had only been used once after he retired from the Military but came in handy when "debating". He and his entourage of six Imperial Reds walked to the front door and requested permission to enter the banquet hall. Once they approved he walked in and stood in awe of the rooms beuty and the amount of people already there.

Ivansky noticed the somewhat heavily armed Grestonian party. He glided over to them, wife behind, and greeted them, shaking President Batther's hand cordially. "And how was your flight, Mr. President?"

I suppose I could use the relaxation. Leading this country has not been easy.

I would like to know; what kind of festivities do you plan to hold?

Signed,
Nadia Sklenova,
President of Kahanistan

The festivities shall include a large banquet for the attendees, and live, musical entertainment provided for them. There shall also be several surprises in store, if at all possible. We hope to see you there.

Respectfully yours,
Lucy Gable
Secretary of the Minister of Foreign Affairs

Greetings, friends. My name is Ivansky Bochick, and I am the Prime Minister of Faxanavia. I write to you to invite you to attend a great banquet which shall be held in some two weeks time here in Vallingard, the capital of Faxanavia. There shall be much festivity during the banquet, and I wish as many of you to come as possible. If you are capable of attending, please RSVP as soon as possible.

Eagerly awaiting your response,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister

Hmmmm Czar Nicholas read the letter, "Count Vagerstrouth, I want you to make plans to come to the party with me in two weeks. It is in Vallingard, Faxanavia, they have some new prime minster and they want to meet everyone."

Count Vagerstrouth smiled, "Sounds like fun should I RSVP?"

"Yes ofcourse"

"Who all is coming," Vagerstrouth asked?

"Lets see..."

Vagerstrouth nodded to his Czar and walked to his office and typed up his message,

Dear Prime Minister Bochick,
I am glad to RSVPing for my master and Czar Nicholas Rutherford of the Great Neo-Russia. I, Count Vagerstrouth, will be accomplying him and his wife Dianna Rutherford. We will be arriving just in time for the party if all goes as planned. We can't wait to see our friends in Faxanavia.
Signed,
Peter Vagerstrouth
Count and Commander of Excutive affairs


[2 weeks later]

The jet landed on a airstrip in the center of Vallingard and the Czar and his Czarina got out of the plane, along with their trusted friend and advisor Count Peter Vagerstrouth, "Awww my lord welcome to Vallingard," Vagerstrouth said with a smile as he waved down a shuttle to the main building of the airport.

Nicholas kissed his wife on the cheeck, "I wonder if they will send an escort for us dear?"

To:Ivansky Bochick, Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia and her associated territories
From: Alexus Grent, Aid to emporer Brighteye
The Emporer was pleased to have recived an invitation this maginficant sounding banquit and will be ariving with his mate Brightscale in his Limosine shortly. He will be in ceramonial armor and will offer blessed dagger to you as a gesture of peace, it has been requestied that you be told so as to avoide alarm upon his arival.

Regards
Alexus Grent

About 15 miles from the venue in Vallingard a black limosine with blacked out windows glided slintly towards its destination. Inside the Emporer was dressed in ornate white gold armor (complete with hiden wrist knife) and was carrying an intricatly carved wooden box laced with gold. Next to him sat his life-mate Brightscale in a sparkling teal and dark green dress.

Ivansky noticed the somewhat heavily armed Grestonian party. He glided over to them, wife behind, and greeted them, shaking President Batther's hand cordially. "And how was your flight, Mr. President?"

John shook his hand firmly, "Nice to meet you sir, it was a very pleasent flight, thanks for asking. This is a very beautiful building, nation for that matter."

The doors of the building opened a couple of minutes later (from my last post) and in steped the emporer and his mate, looking for the prime minister.

President O'Conner was preoccupied looking at the environment of Vallingard. He felt the limo decrease in speed and finally to a full stop. They have arrive at the place where they would meet different leaders from different nations. The door of the car was opened by one of the president's men..."Mr.President, welcome to Vallingard" said the man in black suit.

O'Conner and his wife,Sofia, got out of the vehicle and headed for the front doors. As they enter the building, some of foreign leaders were already there. Now, O'Conner looked for the Faxanavian prime minister...

Greetings, friends. My name is Ivansky Bochick, and I am the Prime Minister of Faxanavia. I write to you to invite you to attend a great banquet which shall be held in some two weeks time here in Vallingard, the capital of Faxanavia. There shall be much festivity during the banquet, and I wish as many of you to come as possible. If you are capable of attending, please RSVP as soon as possible.

Eagerly awaiting your response,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister

Hmmmm Czar Nicholas read the letter, "Count Vagerstrouth, I want you to make plans to come to the party with me in two weeks. It is in Vallingard, Faxanavia, they have some new prime minster and they want to meet everyone."

Count Vagerstrouth smiled, "Sounds like fun should I RSVP?"

"Yes ofcourse"

"Who all is coming," Vagerstrouth asked?

"Lets see..."

Vagerstrouth nodded to his Czar and walked to his office and typed up his message,

Dear Prime Minister Bochick,
I am glad to RSVPing for my master and Czar Nicholas Rutherford of the Great Neo-Russia. I, Count Vagerstrouth, will be accomplying him and his wife Dianna Rutherford. We will be arriving just in time for the party if all goes as planned. We can't wait to see our friends in Faxanavia.
Signed,
Peter Vagerstrouth
Count and Commander of Excutive affairs


[2 weeks later]

The jet landed on a airstrip in the center of Vallingard and the Czar and his Czarina got out of the plane, along with their trusted friend and advisor Count Peter Vagerstrouth, "Awww my lord welcome to Vallingard," Vagerstrouth said with a smile as he waved down a shuttle to the main building of the airport.

Nicholas kissed his wife on the cheeck, "I wonder if they will send an escort for us dear?"

To:Ivansky Bochick, Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia and her associated territories
From: Alexus Grent, Aid to emporer Brighteye
The Emporer was pleased to have recived an invitation this maginficant sounding banquit and will be ariving with his mate Brightscale in his Limosine shortly. He will be in ceramonial armor and will offer blessed dagger to you as a gesture of peace, it has been requestied that you be told so as to avoide alarm upon his arival.

Regards
Alexus Grent

We are delighted to hear thatCzar Rutherford and Emperor Brighteye, and thei respective spouses will be attending.

Respectfully yours,
Lucy Gable
Secretary of the Minister of Foreign Affairs
OOC: GNR, you shoul probably just RP them having their own transportation and arriving themselves.

John shook his hand firmly, "Nice to meet you sir, it was a very pleasent flight, thanks for asking. This is a very beautiful building, nation for that matter."
Ivansky smiled. "I'm quite glad you think so. Faxanavia is still coming out of tough times, but we're doing the best we can to clean up our nation, both metaphorically and literally."

The doors of the building opened a couple of minutes later (from my last post) and in steped the emporer and his mate, looking for the prime minister.

President O'Conner was preoccupied looking at the environment of Vallingard. He felt the limo decrease in speed and finally to a full stop. They have arrive at the place where they would meet different leaders from different nations. The door of the car was opened by one of the president's men..."Mr.President, welcome to Vallingard" said the man in black suit.

O'Conner and his wife,Sofia, got out of the vehicle and headed for the front doors. As they enter the building, some of foreign leaders were already there. Now, O'Conner looked for the Faxanavian prime minister...

Ivansky noticed the Megalithonic (OOC: is that the right demonym? Sorry if it isn't.) President and the Emperor of Ih8uwannakillu. He shook hands once again with the Grestonian president, and drifted away to greet the two.

Ivansky drifted down the stairs and into the banquet hall. Crossing through the aperture into the other room, he greeted the Spice Mines delegates with a smile. They were the first to arrive, and he he fervently hoped they were not the last.

"Hello, how do you do?"

President Adam Jackson walked out with his entourage of security and Mokan delegates, his wife at his side....do we wait for a pick up or shall we contact a limo service.

"Don't worry Mr.President I am calling the Faxanavian diplomat to check.

President Nadia Sklenova walked into the banquet hall. She was a young woman, early 30's with blonde hair and grey eyes, dressed in a knee-length bare-shoulder white dress and loafers, with her hair down around her shoulders. For her, it was a chance to relax, clear her mind of the stress she'd been under since the incident with the Praetonians and an air raid over Doomani territory, meet new people, and maybe make some friends - both personally and diplomatically.

There was only one guard, an older military officer in his 50's dressed in a black three-piece suit and with a black belt in Krav Maga. His Hi-Point .45 ACP was loaded with frangible rounds lest his bullet penetrate the head of an assassin and strike a civilian. (He would try for head shots in case the assassin wore armour.) His role was merely to protect her if someone tried to kidnap or harm her, but would not interfere with her mingling with the crowd; he watched from the side of the room.

"Ah, Primeminister. Thank you for inviting us to this wonderful banquet. Such a a beautiful building. We bring you a gift, as is the custom in Ih8uwannakillu" The emporer said, shaking the Priministers hand (being careful not to cut him with his claws) and then steped back, offering the carved box to him "Oh and this is my life mate Brightscales" he said taking a step to the side to reveal a young (a mere 50 years old) Dragona woman with aqua green scales in a flowing dark green and teal dress, wearing a necklace of Emralds that matched perfectly with her eyes. She balanced perfectly the hulking form of her mate and his armor which, whilst close fiting was not exactly most races idea of formal wear.

OOC: Still open, I hope.

IC:
To: Ivansky Bochick, Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia and her associated territories.
From: Aide General William Garon, servant to Her Majesty Queen Tara Whyt.

The Queen is honored by your invitation, and is most eager to attend this fine occasion. She will be accompanied by the Supreme Ordinator and Prince, William Alean.

Two weeks later....

The Queen (http://wallpaper.diq.ru/21__The_Day_After%2C_Rukia_Kuchiki%2C_Manga.htm) entered the hall and the prince (http://img004.photo.wangyou.com/2004/10/6/22794/200511047481993.jpg) walked behind her. They both walked over to Ivansky.
"Prime Minister, thank you for inviting us here." They both bowed, then the prince shook the PM's hand. The Queen took a green gem from a servant, who left the room, and handed it to the PM.
"That is a very interesting gem. It is a rather odd compound, as hard as diamond but can transform and change shape." To demonstrate, she moved her hand over it and it turned into a emerald green tabby cat.

OOC: Still open, I hope.

IC:
To: Ivansky Bochick, Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia and her associated territories.
From: Aide General William Garon, servant to Her Majesty Queen Tara Whyt.

The Queen is honored by your invitation, and is most eager to attend this fine occasion. She will be accompanied by the Supreme Ordinator and Prince, William Alean.

Two weeks later....

The Queen (http://wallpaper.diq.ru/21__The_Day_After%2C_Rukia_Kuchiki%2C_Manga.htm) entered the hall and the prince (http://img004.photo.wangyou.com/2004/10/6/22794/200511047481993.jpg) walked behind her. They both walked over to Ivansky.
"Prime Minister, thank you for inviting us here." They both bowed, then the prince shook the PM's hand. The Queen took a green gem from a servant, who left the room, and handed it to the PM.
"That is a very interesting gem. It is a rather odd compound, as hard as diamond but can transform and change shape." To demonstrate, she moved her hand over it and it turned into a emerald green tabby cat.

The Prime Minister examined the strange gem, and thanked the queen for her kind gift. It was handed off to a servant, who transported it upstairs, where Ivansky would look over it later. Turning back to the Queen, he said, "It is a pleasure to have you here. We must discuss Faxanavian-Templarian relations at a later time, perhaps when all of the guests have arrived."

"Ah, Primeminister. Thank you for inviting us to this wonderful banquet. Such a a beautiful building. We bring you a gift, as is the custom in Ih8uwannakillu" The emporer said, shaking the Priministers hand (being careful not to cut him with his claws) and then steped back, offering the carved box to him "Oh and this is my life mate Brightscales" he said taking a step to the side to reveal a young (a mere 50 years old) Dragona woman with aqua green scales in a flowing dark green and teal dress, wearing a necklace of Emralds that matched perfectly with her eyes. She balanced perfectly the hulking form of her mate and his armor which, whilst close fiting was not exactly most races idea of formal wear.

Ivansky smiled, and accepted the carved box. Lifting the lid slightly, he saw the ornately carved blade lying within. He thanked the emperor for his gift, which was also transported upstairs. Returning to the emperor, he said, "Thank you for this lovely gift. We must discuss the diplomatic relations between our nations at some point tonight, perhaps when the guests have all arrived."

President Adam Jackson walked out with his entourage of security and Mokan delegates, his wife at his side....do we wait for a pick up or shall we contact a limo service.

"Don't worry Mr.President I am calling the Faxanavian diplomat to check.

"Thankyou for your call. At this time, pick up is not being provided to arriving delegates and representatives. However, Sanjen & Sons Limousine Service is offering a 50% discount to all delegates entering the country."

The Prime Minister examined the strange gem, and thanked the queen for her kind gift. It was handed off to a servant, who transported it upstairs, where Ivansky would look over it later. Turning back to the Queen, he said, "It is a pleasure to have you here. We must discuss Faxanavian-Templarian relations at a later time, perhaps when all of the guests have arrived."


The queen nodded. "Yes, it would benefit both our nations. I'm sure we both have much to offer each other." She looked around, seeing who else was attending.
"Ah, I see the Honorable Emperor Brighteye." They both bowed. "President Sklenova, President O'Connor and his wife, President Batther. " She bowed to each in turn.

"Of course, that blade is bless by our highest priest by the way." The emporer said to the Presidant before saying to his mate "Go and mingle dear, there is a while yet before the banquet a feel" and turned to the Templarian Empress "Ah your magesty, how are you after that unfortunate assaination atempt at the Festavle of Skorm?"

"Ah your magesty, how are you after that unfortunate assaination atempt at the Festavle of Skorm?"

"Rather well, thank you. That assassin has been duly punished of course. And yourself, my lord?"

"Well, thoe there have been some tests of loyalty within Neonopolis itself." he replyed, lifting his shoulder garde to reveal a large gash that ran down from his shoulder and (thoe the empress could not see how far) across his chest "My child, Sharptooth lead a small uprising in the palace and well, needless to say i taught him well and punished him acordingly, his head adorns the temples in ElDorado now"

Ivansky shook his head, sadly. "It is a shame to loose a child to such a cause as that. My condolences." He turned to the Queen. "But what is this of an assassination attempt? I've been in hiding for the past year and a half, and have been somewhat unaware of the worlds events. When was this?"

Sklenova smiled and bowed to the Queen. She had little experience in dealing with royalty other than the King of Praetonia, whom she hadn't met personally but corresponded with by letter occasionally, as Kahanistan was under Praetonian protection. She wasn't happy that they had turned her socialist administration into a giant capitalist profit factory, but dealt with the King when she had to.

"Nadia Sklenova, President of Kahanistan," she said by way of introduction. She was aware she didn't look as commanding as many of the other leaders; she was significantly younger and physically smaller than most of them.

"What became of this assassin?" Just starting a conversation here...

Ivansky looked up and smiled, greeting Sklenova with a firm hand shake. The 4 of them, in the front room, seemed to have formed an interesting little group. Beckoning his wife to join them, and introducing her to each of the leaders in turn, he turned back to the Templarian queen, eager to hear her story.

"A few years ago, during a religious holiday, one of the other Houses tried to kill me to take control. Unfortunately for them, my son..." The prince bowed here, "was leading the patrols of the city. He saw the assassin and shot him. The assassin still shot, however, and it caught me in the shoulder."

"And there was another assain there trying to kill one of the Templarian field marshals but i beat him to it. That man was anoying"he said, bowing first to the Woman in white, then to the Primeinisters wife murmering "It is an honour"

"I see. Closest I've come to an assassination attempt was when I was still a general," said Sklenova. "I was grabbed by two guys from Canadstein. Started an international incident with us that led to... the whole intel system being rearranged. So both of your assassins were killed, I take it?"

She looked at the table next to her. There was so much food there, it reminded her of the parties the Ancient Romans held where very rich people spent obscene amounts of money on food, a large portion of which ended up as vomit.

"Yes, thankfully. The people tore the person after me apart after Alean shot him. We're a very religious people. So to try to kill me on a religious holiday was possibly the stupidest move ever." She frowned. "Why were they trying to kill you?"

Ivansky grimaced at the stories. "Sounds ghastly." He said to the queen. "But, they caught him, which is quite good." He noticed the Kahanistani president glancing over at the food table. "As you can tell, we went slightly overboard. But, I expected quite a few guests, and I've found national leaders are much more agreeable on a full stomach..."

"No clue. The only info we were able to get out of them was that they were ordered to," Sklenova replied. "But domestically, a lot of people see me as weak. They may have wanted to put a stronger politician in power. I'm not as willing as previous leaders to go to war. The people don't want war, either, but some think more needs to be done to resist Praetonian rule."

She looked over at Ivansky. "Not me. I don't eat till I'm full." She also stuck to the physical training regimen she'd started on in the Academy twenty years earlier. It kept her in good health, slender and attractive.

"If you ever need help, feel free to turn to the Templars. The army is always spoiling for a fight. Makes keeping the peace the job of nuclear weapons, not police."

Sklenova smiled. "I suppose we could arrange wargames. I've been trying to get our allies to help our troops train, but their attentions seem to be focused elsewhere. I'd have to know your ideological position, of course."

"No clue. The only info we were able to get out of them was that they were ordered to," Sklenova replied. "But domestically, a lot of people see me as weak. They may have wanted to put a stronger politician in power. I'm not as willing as previous leaders to go to war. The people don't want war, either, but some think more needs to be done to resist Praetonian rule."

She looked over at Ivansky. "Not me. I don't eat till I'm full." She also stuck to the physical training regimen she'd started on in the Academy twenty years earlier. It kept her in good health, slender and attractive.

Ivansky nodded, his face stony and his mouth a thin line. "I have read of the Praetonian oppression within your nation. They seek to disrupt your way of life. To them, you are just another way to make money. Be assured, you have the support of the Promethian Republic against their imperialist ways." He sighed. "Faxanavia was once ruled by a leader, a leader now deposed, who sought for the imperial control of another nation. They were bombed into submission, yet they stupidly fought on. The nation has ceased to be, its people fled and it has retreated from the world. Though we still hold their land, we feel great remorse at the actions of this leader and what he drove out nation to."

Sklenova smiled. "I suppose we could arrange wargames. I've been trying to get our allies to help our troops train, but their attentions seem to be focused elsewhere. I'd have to know your ideological position, of course."

"That, I think, would be an intriguing idea. Faxanavia would be interested, if, of course, you would allow us to join in."

"I suppose the Void is a very odd nation. We operate a very socialist government, but it is a monarchy and most of the public bear bad feelings against Communists, or more specifically and locally, Boratnians. They occuupied our nation years ago, but we drove them out through strength of will and arms."

Sklenova smiled. "I suppose we could arrange wargames. I've been trying to get our allies to help our troops train, but their attentions seem to be focused elsewhere."

"We would quite hapily train your people in our combat forms if you wished, we are working on several experimental technologys, including energy weapons, and we will suply you with them if the research follows thrugh." Replyed the emporer "thoe i doubt the militery will be happy about it. the militery representatives on the high council are stuck in the old ways and are, for want of a better word, racist. They hate forighners, atleast it helps keept a ruthless militery."

"It is never stupid to fight on when someone wants to take over your nation," said Sklenova calmly. The statement sounded like something a Nationalist politician or general might say. She was not a nationalist herself - she was as red as they came, but she was still an idealist and believed in death before slavery.

"Of course. Any nation that wants to train us is welcome." She turned to the Emperor. "The military will... just have to learn to get along with other races. The people of Kahanistan are every colour of the rainbow." A soft, amused smile formed on her face. "Except indigo. But we have Jews, Arabs, Persians, Africans, Europeans, Asians, and mixed races here."

Ivansky nodded. "Thankyou. I have no doubt Faxanavian forces will be there." He sipped from his drink momentarily. "Faxanavians are not the most diverse of people. 85% of the population remains ethnic Faxanavian. However, we are quite accepting. That remaining 15% is made up of people from hundreds of nations of the world."

After calling the Limo service the 20 Mokans were on their way to the party. They took a chance to gain a scene and culture of Faxanavia as they rode in the limos. Soon enough President Adam Jackson made it in, with him was his wife and five men in Black suits carrying briefcases, the Jaguar Elites, in Party gear.

"lets see what we can accomplish here."

"So, where can I find a drink?" Sklenova was apparently so eager to come to the gathering she hadn't noticed where she could find something to hold her over for dinner.

"So, where can I find a drink?" Sklenova was apparently so eager to come to the gathering she hadn't noticed where she could find something to hold her over for dinner.

Ivansky indicated the small bar over in the corner. "Dinner is going to be in about an hour, so feel free to sample from the hor'dourves." He waved to the Mokan group, and drifted away from the small group to greet the new guests.

Sklenova picked up a glass and filled it with white wine. There was no way she was getting red and risking spilling it on her dress.

Ignoring the hors d'oeuvres to save room for dessert, she walked into the crowd to mingle with some of the other attendees.

"What a pleasnt man" remarked the emporer "Drink?" he asked the empress and her son as he made to head to the bar.

OOC: Faxanavia, citizens of Megalithon are called Megaliths or Megs...either way is fine


O'Conner and Sofia shook hands with the Faxanavian prime minister. He drifted from guests to guests and look busy greeting them, so O'Conner didn't start any conversation at this time. He noticed the bar and asked Sofia, "Want to get some drink?"

"Sure."

They arrived at the bar where some of the delegates were already drinking. O'Conner sat next to the guests of Ih8uwannakillu...

"Neil O'Conner, Megalithon President," extending his right hand, "and this is my wife, Sofia."

Count Vagerstrouth walked into the grand ballroom after the Czar and his wife were introduced. He smiled and said hello to one of the ministers he meet at their party a month or so back. "Hello there minister, I hop you are doing well."

"Aye we are," Lorgen said as he shook hands with the Count.

Moving on Vagerstrouth caught up with his Czar, who was making his way towards Ivansky the prime minister of Faxanavia.

"Vagerstrouth there you are, introduce us to the prime minister. Beware he might bare us hard feelings since we were friends with the last ruler of Faxanavia." Czar Nicholas said as he spied Ivansky walking away from the bar.

Count Vagerstrouth nodded and walked over towards him, "Excuse me sir, I am Count Vagerstrouth, High Lord and Chancellor of Great Neo-Russia. I am here to present to you his grace Neo-Czar Nicholas Rutherford and Neo-Czarina Dianna Rutherford."

"Neil O'Conner, Megalithon President," extending his right hand, "and this is my wife, Sofia."

"A pleasure to meet you" replyed the emporer "I am Brighteye, emporer of the Dragona. Over there" he points towards his wife who is in deep conversation with a butler (if there are any, if not ill edit) "Brightscales. Exuse me amoment. Bartender, mix two shots of your strongest drink with one of champain, add about 3 shots of wine ,red or white either is fine." He said in rapid sucesion as the bartender, some what puzzled went to work with the unuseual and powerful drink. "So, how go things in Megalithon? I must confess I'v never been there."

The prince walked over and sat on the other side of Brighteye.
"Barkeep, do you have 2 Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters? I feel like a challenge." He turned to the two sitting next to him. "Prince Alean. An honor." He nodded, as it was difficult to bow on a barstool.

"Brave child. One gargle blaster is suicide for most races, even I avoid them. I don't supose your mother knows your drinking alchohol at all" he quiped, taking the brandy glass filled with the drink he had ordered, downing half of it in one gulp he said, his voice notably more horse "By the ancesters *cough* thats weak."

"Brave child. One gargle blaster is suicide for most races, even I avoid them. I don't supose your mother knows your drinking alchohol at all" he quiped, taking the brandy glass filled with the drink he had ordered, downing half of it in one gulp he said, his voice notably more horse "By the ancesters *cough* thats weak."

"I'm a Templar. We can hold our drink. Mother doesn't mind." He grinned and took the two drinks from the bartender, pouring them both into a larger glass he had brought with him. He pocketed the small umbrella.
"Here goes." He down the double gargle blaster in one. He then slouched, twitched for a few seconds then shook his head. "Ah, refreshing."

Brighteye found it dificult to supress the laughter stiring inside him as the Templarian started to twitch "They say its like having your brain smashed in by a mellon around a gold brick dont they? I tryed it and felt moree like my liver!"

Alean chuckled.
"A friend of mine once drank 4 at once. We buried him the following day. Poor soul." He shook his head. "Best not to dwell on that though. I'll have a glass of water please."

Cocking his head the emporer drank the rest of his drink with a grimace and said "Dont supose you have fealnirv do you?" to the bartender.

Count Vagerstrouth walked into the grand ballroom after the Czar and his wife were introduced. He smiled and said hello to one of the ministers he meet at their party a month or so back. "Hello there minister, I hop you are doing well."

"Aye we are," Lorgen said as he shook hands with the Count.

Moving on Vagerstrouth caught up with his Czar, who was making his way towards Ivansky the prime minister of Faxanavia.

"Vagerstrouth there you are, introduce us to the prime minister. Beware he might bare us hard feelings since we were friends with the last ruler of Faxanavia." Czar Nicholas said as he spied Ivansky walking away from the bar.

Count Vagerstrouth nodded and walked over towards him, "Excuse me sir, I am Count Vagerstrouth, High Lord and Chancellor of Great Neo-Russia. I am here to present to you his grace Neo-Czar Nicholas Rutherford and Neo-Czarina Dianna Rutherford."

Ivansky looked up, and saw the Count. He shook the mans hand, and followed him to where the Czar and Czarina were waiting. Bowing, he kissed the Czarina's hand, then rose. "We are quite glad to have such nobility, especially from a regional neighbor as Geat Neo-Russia. I hope that you two will enjoy the festivities. But, tell me- how fair things back in your nation? I know you've just recently formed, so I must ask how things are progressing."

Cocking his head the emporer drank the rest of his drink with a grimace and said "Dont supose you have fealnirv do you?" to the bartender.

The bartender's eyes lit up. These two were quite the challenge. He was, in fact, the Minister of Social Services, cleverly disguised so as to take up this particular job. Back before he had been the Minister, Charles Leeman had spent 6 years working as a bartender in the Red Hog and Broom, a small bar that young college Ivansky frequented. The two had gotten to talking, and Ivansky had liked the man's politics. He was as much a friend and mentor to Ivansky as he was an advisor. But, tonight, he had asked to return to his roots, and was now serving the drinks. He smiled at the challenge of a fealnirv. Only once before had he made one, for a young Dragona lady back in the Red Hog. Turning, he quickly began to pour the necesarry alcohol together. Two shots 150 proof vodka, two shots of gin, and a shot of 90 proof Baijiu (a clear Chinese alcohol (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baijiu)). A Spritz of tonic water was added to give it its distinct fizzy kick, and he dropped in an onion. He passed the fizzing drink to the Dragonan emperor, and sat back, work done.

Ivansky looked up, and saw the Count. He shook the mans hand, and followed him to where the Czar and Czarina were waiting. Bowing, he kissed the Czarina's hand, then rose. "We are quite glad to have such nobility, especially from a regional neighbor as Geat Neo-Russia. I hope that you two will enjoy the festivities. But, tell me- how fair things back in your nation? I know you've just recently formed, so I must ask how things are progressing."

As the Czarina blushed from the kiss Nicholas smiled at the new prime minister, he seem like an alright fellow. Nicholas pulled out a bag that was tied to his side and presented it to Ivansky, "Before we get into politics and pleasantries I would like to present this gift." He smiled as Ivansky looked into the bag, "It is a decretive egg made by one of our fie artists. It is made out of pure gold and silver with gems and other finery on the outside."

He sent his wife and Count Vagerstrouth to dance while he talked to Ivansky, "Now onto my country, yes we are doing fine right now. Our troops are home and we are almost done paying off Rev. bounds. We have a real form of money and not trading bounds now. But the things we lost in the treaty with mainland Russia are still effecting us. We repelled every attack they sent at us but we when want peace it was as if we lost the whole war. That why we moved here in the first place, they took our land even." Nicholas paused for a minute, "but enough of that tonight is suppose to be a fun and relaxing evening. So how fairs your country?"

As the Czarina blushed from the kiss Nicholas smiled at the new prime minister, he seem like an alright fellow. Nicholas pulled out a bag that was tied to his side and presented it to Ivansky, "Before we get into politics and pleasantries I would like to present this gift." He smiled as Ivansky looked into the bag, "It is a decretive egg made by one of our fie artists. It is made out of pure gold and silver with gems and other finery on the outside."

He sent his wife and Count Vagerstrouth to dance while he talked to Ivansky, "Now onto my country, yes we are doing fine right now. Our troops are home and we are almost done paying off Rev. bounds. We have a real form of money and not trading bounds now. But the things we lost in the treaty with mainland Russia are still effecting us. We repelled every attack they sent at us but we when want peace it was as if we lost the whole war. That why we moved here in the first place, they took our land even." Nicholas paused for a minute, "but enough of that tonight is suppose to be a fun and relaxing evening. So how fairs your country?"

Ivansky looked at the beauiful egg. It sparkled and twinkled brightly, and he handed it off to a servant to be transported upstairs to be inspected later. Turning back to the Czar, he said, "I see. the Russian oppression has affected many, many countries. It is a good thing that GNR has escaped from them." He nodded sagely, then brightened. "Faxanavia fairs well. If you are unaware, We've recently overthrown the regime of Hephaestus Blackforge, who was the so called 'Imperator' for a year and a half. We're working on re-instating the democratic system, an establishing new relations with the world." He smiled and sipped his drink. "We would, of course, be interested in establishing an alliance with Great Neo-Russia. Even though we first became friends under the 'Imperator', I believe that that cannot stop us in forming a new friendship."

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"A pleasure to meet you" replyed the emporer "I am Brighteye, emporer of the Dragona. Over there" he points towards his wife who is in deep conversation with a butler (if there are any, if not ill edit) "Brightscales. Exuse me amoment. Bartender, mix two shots of your strongest drink with one of champain, add about 3 shots of wine ,red or white either is fine." He said in rapid sucesion as the bartender, some what puzzled went to work with the unuseual and powerful drink. "So, how go things in Megalithon? I must confess I'v never been there."

"Well, to tell you the truth, you're not the only one who haven't been in Megalithon," O'Conner said, "In fact, not many have visited our country. That is because we fell deep into isolation from the rest of the world. It was only two years from this time that we started to look for diplomatic relations with other nations. Since then, things have been great for Megalithon. Our economy especially. We have a nice series of rainforests and creatures that many haven't seen before. You should visit sometime. I have to admit, this is the first time I ever visited Faxanavia."

He sipped a small amount of whiskey and stared at the very strong drink the emperor had asked for...then he asked, "So how is Ih8uwannakillu? "

OOC1: Nope, the nation is Ih8uwannakillu, the race is Dragona, complicated but its better than Ih8uwannakilluainians (lolz)
OOC2: He diced up the whole banana, dropped it in along with a peach, a quarter of a mango, and a slice of pouncake. Pouring this all into the blender, he set it to "dice" and set the thing in action. 2 minutes later, as it had reached its frothy, white stage, he poured the concoction into a tall, clear glass, and added an onion.

I aint entirly certain about Falenirvs ingreadiants but its a type of Alcohol that the Elves drink in the Eragon trillagy. It is a clear liquid that when drank feels like cold fire as it runs down ones throght. I think its safe to say that it would have stuff like vodka in it, clear booze ,etc, etc. It isn't that strong, more refreshing.

IC: "Well we too have many strange animal we have the Dragon like Skulblaka and Shrrg. Then there are the Ragni beasts, think huge crocodiles, really huge. Any way, we have little in the way of barren savanahs and deserts now, a few hundred years ago that was the case but now we have huge lush forests and plenty to eat and drink. You must visit some time and I will show you around the gleaming city on the water, Atlantia."

"Your country is very interesting," Sofia said who was sitting next to O'Conner.
"Yes it is," O'Conner said after sipping his drink once again.
"Someday we will come and visit...that's if you visit our nation first," he laugh.

OOC1: Nope, the nation is Ih8uwannakillu, the race is Dragona, complicated but its better than Ih8uwannakilluainians (lolz)
OOC2: He diced up the whole banana, dropped it in along with a peach, a quarter of a mango, and a slice of pouncake. Pouring this all into the blender, he set it to "dice" and set the thing in action. 2 minutes later, as it had reached its frothy, white stage, he poured the concoction into a tall, clear glass, and added an onion.

I aint entirly certain about Falenirvs ingreadiants but its a type of Alcohol that the Elves drink in the Eragon trillagy. It is a clear liquid that when drank feels like cold fire as it runs down ones throght. I think its safe to say that it would have stuff like vodka in it, clear booze ,etc, etc. It isn't that strong, more refreshing.


OOC: Got it. Updated to be slightly less arcane. Just alot of clear alcohol, tonic water, and an onion. Good?

OOC:yep thats good, not sure about the onion but MEH

IC: "I doubt you would enjoy it. The scars of our past hamper its beauty. Then theres the more recent actions of my son. Still a break to another country would be welcome. Perhapse I shall acept your offer, if you'll alow it."

Adam Jackson never had been much a drinker, but he walked over to the bar as well and ordered some Mokan Tequila on the rocks. He heard a few delegates discussing visits to other countries. He decided to visit these fellows and introduce himself:

"Greetings, I am President Adam Jackson of Mokastana, and this is my beautiful wife Eva. How are you gentlemen today?"

"Oh hello. Its an honour to meet you. I am Brighteye *he points to his alarmingly clear blue eyes* my lifemate over there is Brightscales."

"Brighteye? It sure does fit you I must say. May I ask where you are from?"

"Thank you" he replyed to the compliment "I am from Ih8uwannakillu"

OOC:yep thats good, not sure about the onion but MEH

IC: "I doubt you would enjoy it. The scars of our past hamper its beauty. Then theres the more recent actions of my son. Still a break to another country would be welcome. Perhapse I shall acept your offer, if you'll alow it."

"Then we have a deal," O'Conner smiled. He noticed another delegate had joined the group. It was President Jackson of Mokastana.

"Well hello there Mr.Jackson," O'Conner said, "I am Neil O'Conner, president of Megalithon..and this is Sofia my wife."

"Thank you" he replyed to the compliment "I am from Ih8uwannakillu"

"I must say that is the most...unusual name for a country I have heard in a while..You will need to tell me more about your home."


"Well hello there Mr.Jackson, I am Neil O'Conner, president of Megalithon..and this is Sofia my wife."

"Its a pleasure to meet you, I appreciate your nations contribution to our recapture of Juventud. I hope those guys from Logan and Ky can figure out why the nation fell, but even if they don't, we get our island back.

Alean nodded to Adam.
"Hello, sir. Prince Alean, the Void. Tell me, how is Mokanasta?"

"It IS an unuseual name isn't it, i belive it is from our ancesters who feared contact with the outside world. We have genetic memory but alas, it only extends so far into the past. Any way, as I was telling Mr O'conner, we have many strange animals. We have the Dragon like Skulblaka and Shrrg. Then there are the Ragni beasts, think huge crocodiles, really huge. Any way, we have little in the way of barren savanahs and deserts now, a few hundred years ago that was the case but now we have huge lush forests and plenty to eat and drink. The land still bears scars from the past, and more recent ones from my sons failed assaination of me an general attempt at civil war" the Emporer replyed, his crests drooping slightly as he finished and gulped the Faelnirv down in one, gasping as it hit his throght, shudering for a moment he said "You should try some Faelnirv boy" to the prince "Strong and refreshing and not actuly that bad for you"

"Mokastana is busy, let me put it to you that way. To put it bluntly we are getting in far to much then I said we would, I was elected on the Isolationism ballot and now we are seeing conflict around the globe. On the bright side we are recruiting into the army faster then we can train them, or so my Generalissimos tells me. Needless to say it has become apperent that the Mokan Forces are smaller then a nation of our size should be, so Generalissimo Canarias want to double our army in the next year. Needless to say our Factbook team doesnt like that, but who cares about the paper pushers.

And Brighteye, Mokans for the most part are the same way, some of the older ones still hate the fact we went international, but most of the newer children have grown with "foreigners" in Mokastana their whole life. As you can see I am the only white man from Mokastana here, and yet I am President, Mokastana has come a long way in only a few years."

To a gaurd..."Can you get me another Tequila? Gracias Amigo."

List of People Attending the Party:

Newly re-instated President John Arnold
Vice President John Macked, and daughter Elizabeth
Minister of Foreign Affairs Alexander Toktsky and wife Helena

IC2:

President Arnold, and his party walked through the doors, and President Arnold was wearing his distinctive Air Force blues (Think Marine Corps officer dress blues), and his ceremonial saber, and the Vice President followed, in his dress blues also. His daughter followed him, wearing a fancy blue dress, and her long dark hair flowed down her shoulders, and she was wearing high heels, then came Alexander and his wife, who looked very much Russian, and Helena was of extraordinary beauty, with blond hair that flowed down, and her blue eyes surveyed the crowd of leaders.

Alexander looked like the Czar of Russia, tall and imposing, his mustache was dark brown, and it resembled the Kaisers, he wore his traditional Prussian style dress uniform from the Army, for he had once served in the Army, and retired as a Brigadier General. He had his Mameluke sword by his side. What was for certain was the Calizorinstan party had arrived in style.

"Indeed it has, but you are mearly a different colour of hide to the others from your land, WE are an entirely different species, it is a wonder we are not hated and feared for our aperance and on that bases alone. We have traded with other lands for century but we have rarely set foot in another country exept for war. These are dark time for us, Humanity is not yet capable of acepting others for what they are, neither are the dragona for that matter." the emporer said, his crests falling further as he grabed a bottle of vodka from over the bar and pored some into his glass.

He was about to drink some of his drink when a pain shot across his shoulder and chest, causing him to drop his drink. "agh, barzlun. If I hadn't already I'd kill my son. He poisened his blad you see, fortunatly we managed to counter the neuro toxin but he also added a paralitic agent and every now and then it kicks in."

The Prime Minister greeted the Calizorinstani arrivals with a broad smile. Calizorinstan and Faxanavia were old allies. Though both nations had seen political change in the past year, he hoped that they could keep the alliance of their nations going. Beckoning the Czar and Czarina to follow him, he wended his way through the room to where the Calizorinstani delegation were waiting. "President Arnold, I trust you are well." He shook each man's hand in turn, and bowed ceremoniously to the two women. "May I introduce to you the Czar and Czarina of Great Neo-Russia. Your highness, this is the delegation from Calizorinstan, a friend of Faxanavia's."

President Joseph Stargill, Prime Minister Harold Westbrook, and Chancellor Ewdis Caicedo will be attending the party.

"Hmm? I might one day, but for now I prefer drinks that aren't suppose to taste like fire." He passed a small bottle of Koon over to Brighteyes. "Try that." Turning to Jackson, he said "It's necessary to have a large army, not matter what you use it for. We've had the biggest army in the local area for about 2 centuries, but we haven't actually invaded anyone since."

President Jackson looked Brighteye up and down, in the end he came to only one logical conclusion:

"This tequila must be far more powerful then I thought. You look human to me. Sanchez, find Jorge and tell him to cancel that order for the Tequila....on second thought, never mind."

When he saw the Emperor suffer he watched, hoping that he wasn't going to die, but once he explained he could only offer his sympathy, he didn't quite understand what the Emperor was talking about, but he caught the main idea.

"It's necessary to have a large army, not matter what you use it for. We've had the biggest army in the local area for about 2 centuries, but we haven't actually invaded anyone since."

"True, but Mokans are a very territorial people, and they love knowing that their sovereignty is protected. Hopefully one day we can be like you, without war but have the force to prevent it."

He checked his phone, suddenly his face went pale....

"Cazelia has just been nuked by Leocardia, God damn. All this over Greal Democracy...."

Listening to what President Jackson and the delegate from Void Templar have said...O'Conner decided to join in, "I'll have to agree with Prince Alean about having the necesity of a big army. Nations out there are out of control...There are wars everywhere, and how do you defend your country? An army...a BIG army...Megalithon doesn't have a big army...so we try to solve tensions through diplomacy as much as possible."

The Prime Minister greeted the Calizorinstani arrivals with a broad smile. Calizorinstan and Faxanavia were old allies. Though both nations had seen political change in the past year, he hoped that they could keep the alliance of their nations going. Beckoning the Czar and Czarina to follow him, he wended his way through the room to where the Calizorinstani delegation were waiting. "President Arnold, I trust you are well." He shook each man's hand in turn, and bowed ceremoniously to the two women. "May I introduce to you the Czar and Czarina of Great Neo-Russia. Your highness, this is the delegation from Calizorinstan, a friend of Faxanavia's."

John shook the hand of the Prime Minister and he said "How do you do sir and madam?" He curtsied in the fashion of a true military officer, and he stood up straight. Elizabeth smiled and she said in her sweet voice "How do you do Prime Minister?" She gave a small bow to the Czar and the Czarina." General Macked gave a smile, and he said "We're all luck to be here tonight, and I'm lucky that we restored democracy in time, in my nation. This political nut, called himself General Macked, Barry R. Macked to be exact. But, the real General Macked was dead ten years previous, and we found out this man was an imposter. I'll tell you how cruel he was, he crucified 15 people, and burned at the stake 125 people, and beheaded, 2,500 people, in his "Reign of Terror", and we tried him, and executed him for gassing a small village in the southeast of our nation." He said "Now, on to a happier subject, Czar, how is your nation faring these days?"

John shook the hand of the Prime Minister and he said "How do you do sir and madam?" He curtsied in the fashion of a true military officer, and he stood up straight. Elizabeth smiled and she said in her sweet voice "How do you do Prime Minister?" She gave a small bow to the Czar and the Czarina." General Macked gave a smile, and he said "We're all luck to be here tonight, and I'm lucky that we restored democracy in time, in my nation. This political nut, called himself General Macked, Barry R. Macked to be exact. But, the real General Macked was dead ten years previous, and we found out this man was an imposter. I'll tell you how cruel he was, he crucified 15 people, and burned at the stake 125 people, and beheaded, 2,500 people, in his "Reign of Terror", and we tried him, and executed him for gassing a small village in the southeast of our nation." He said "Now, on to a happier subject, Czar, how is your nation faring these days?"

The Prime Minister nodded gravely. "I'm quite glad to see Calizorinstan now in capable hands. We must discuss later the re-establishment of the alliance between our nations. Simply because at the time Faxanavia was run by a mad man does not mean we must let our nation slip."

A loud gong rang out, suddenly. It was the call to the table. Dinner was about to be served. The Prime Minister shook hands and bowed once more, and then moved to the tiny paper card which marked his spot. Sitting next to his wife, she pecked him on the cheek. He squeezed her hand, and then turned to watch the guests coming in.

Upon hearing the loud gong ring, O'Conner said, "Well I guess it's time for dinner." He looked around to the delegates sitting with him at the bar. "I hope the dinner is filling, I'm starving."

OOC: Italics are in spanish, they are translated for storyline

IC:

"For the revolution! Time for dinner!"

Adam walked upright and proudly to the Mokan Table with his wife and staff in tow. His wife was walking behind him and began to whisper to Major Sanchez:

"Only two tequilas and he is already acting tipsy. I hope he doesn't make a fool of himself again."

"If he does I have a phone ready to record it."

(wife giggles)
"The last thing we need is our President doing the cha cha on a table put on the internet, though that might teach my husband to stop drinking at these events."

ooc: If your refering to my guy there, he isn't human, he doesn't just think he isn't :P

IC: Punching his shoulder to restore circulation to his arm he declined the drink profered by the templarian prince and met up with his mate as she headed to the table.
"It happened again" he said to her
"You will feel better ofter the meal, DR kidensky is nearing a solution i belive."
"Thank Seth."

They sat in unison at the table, the emporer removing a small shard from his armor and placing it on the table he waited for the meal to be served.

Alean and Tara made their way to their seats, next to the Dragonans.
"Ah, so we meet again. But this time, we are at a table of friendship rather than hardship." Tara curtsied to the two, then sat.

"Indeed. So tell me, how are things in St. Saguine after Alpha Gara leveled it? The rebuilding proceds well i trust?" Replyed the emporer, his hand never far from the shard of armor on the table.

Whilst they were technicly at peace with the Templars, the Dragona were not happy with asisting in the reconstruction of Void Templarian structurs aswell as thier own. After all, they were the victims here.

"Very well, thanks to your nations contribution. And the works in Panrea?"

Neil O'Conner and his wife Sofia saw President Jackson sitting in one of the tables..."Would you like to seat with Mr. Jackson?" Sofia asked.

"Well what about you?" O'Conner replied.
"I don't see why not...I'm interested in hearing you guys talk about international relations."
O'Conner laugh, "Ha. Well then, Let's join them."

When they arrive at Jackson's table, O'Conner was the first to talk..."Well hello there friend, mind if my wife and I seat with you?"

"Panrea is still sevearly damaged, we have repaired the sanitation facilitys and many of the housing areas are repaired. The temples however.." he trails off as he rembers the scenes of devistation in the temple district of Panrea when he lead the return into the war-torn areas of Ihuwannakillu.

"It was a bad time for both our peoples... I only hope that one day we can place the past behind us and focus instead on building better relationships in the future."

"Yes. That will be a great day, as it is our releaf workers can do little whilst we recover from my sons treachery but we shall redubble our efforts after we have recoverd from it."

Neil O'Conner and his wife Sofia saw President Jackson sitting in one of the tables..."Would you like to seat with Mr. Jackson?" Sofia asked.

"Well what about you?" O'Conner replied.
"I don't see why not...I'm interested in hearing you guys talk about international relations."
O'Conner laugh, "Ha. Well then, Let's join them."

When they arrive at Jackson's table, O'Conner was the first to talk..."Well hello there friend, mind if my wife and I seat with you?"

OOC: sorry for short post, kinda busy

IC:

President Jackson Looked up and waved his hands over:

"come on amigos, your more then welcome!"

Sklenova sat down at the table. She hadn't eaten on the plane (airline food made her sick to her stomach) and had foolishly left Kahanistan without having eaten before, so it had been sixteen hours since her last meal. She was famished.

Looking around expectantly waiting to be served, she looked around at the other guests. She hoped her dress wasn't too revealing - it did expose her shoulders and her legs from the knee down. In Kahanistan, no one would have looked twice at her, but who knew what cultural expectations these people had towards women? They came from all four corners of the earth.

"Excellent!" O'Conner replied. He pulled a chair out for Sofia and waited for her to sit down. Once she sat down, O'Conner grabbed a chair next to her and sat down as well. All he has to do now is to wait for dinner.

OOC: please note- they're all sitting at the same table.
IC:
waiters swept out to serve the guests at the party. The first course was soup and salad. Set before each place was an immaculately prepared salad, with freshly made Italian vinaigrette over lettuce with a delightful mix of ingredients. The soup was a savory French onion, and brought out after the salad. As the food was set before the guests, Ivansky turned to the Dragonan emperor, and admired the shard of armor sitting in front of him. He spoke, saying, "excuse my ignorance of your tradition, your highness, but I'm unsure as to why you place this shard of armor on the table. Could you enlighten me?"

As O'Conner sat down Eva leaned over and whispered into his ear:

"forgive him, he does not his liquor well."

Adam was pouring himself another shot of tequila and began to consume the salad. His wife took the tequila away and told him to drink water instead. He looked at her, then realized that the wife is the boss, and ordered a water.

"so Amigo, have I thanked you for your nations effort in Juventud. Its about time those Kroks knew who they were dealing with."

Bright eye winced as the salad was broght out, muttering to his wife in Drag-hur* "This is food for prey, not dragons"
She chuckled and said "It is well prepaired at least, we may aswell eat it for aperance if naught more. Such a shame we haven't the right teeth" (also in drag-hur).

To the primministers question Bright eye grined and said "It is an old tradition, very old, from the days when uprsings in tribes and betrail in liances were common. It is also custimery to wait for the host to taste the food before the others at the table, to ensure it is not poisened. I doubt that is the case here thoe, however if it were lickly we would require you to preform the custom. As it is we shan't ask it of you bu tif wee did you would traditionaly say Iif gaunith and then the meal would begin."

OOC: *Drag-hur is the Dragona language.
Iif gaunith means 'food good' and hails from the days when poisening was used to bump of clanleaders.

Nicholas, Dianna and Vagerstrouth sat down at a table two down from the prime minister of Fax. by themselfs. They ate the salad in silence enjoying the good organic food of Fax. "In GNR you could not fine a salad any where near as good, please tell the cooks and gardners of my priase." Nicholas said as the waiters took away their plates.

"Sir it was good but I bet the Fax's whiskey is nowhere near ours," Vagerstrouth joked finishing his salad.

"Ofcourse not, no ones is. But I would like to try a shot before the night is out and see what these men can brew," Nicholas added with a laugh.

Nicholas and Vagerstrouth discussed the GNR's many type of alcoholic beverages while waiting for the main course to arrive.

As O'Conner sat down Eva leaned over and whispered into his ear:

"forgive him, he does not his liquor well."

Adam was pouring himself another shot of tequila and began to consume the salad. His wife took the tequila away and told him to drink water instead. He looked at her, then realized that the wife is the boss, and ordered a water.

"so Amigo, have I thanked you for your nations effort in Juventud. Its about time those Kroks knew who they were dealing with."


O'Conner nodded at Eva, then he turned to Adam.
"Your are most welcome. I'm just glad we can help. I hope the reclamation will be over very soon."

He watched as the waiters serve the first salads and appetizers to the guests. He stared at the food like a hungry beast..."Well let's get this started"

Mokans were a very informal people, many homes families would talk with mouths full or have their elbows on the table. Even in the military saluting supierous was not praticed, even frowned upon(for other reasons). As a matter of fact, manners, in the formal sense, were reserved for dining with foreign nationals. Like a situation such as this, however when someone who cannot handle their liquor, such as a president, consumes tequila, manners may be forgotten in the midst of dinning.

"Yes with all the missiles we put into them it will be over soon. Grand Marshall Velspar of Kroando doesn't really know how many forces he has anymore. We sent them an agreement to surrender about a month after it became apperent that no reinforcements were going to arrive. However he refused, and we blew that isssland to hell!"

Entertained by President Jackson..(somehow)...O'Conner continued eating the food in front of him...then he added jokingly, "...so I've heard, were you guys trying to sink the island or reclaim it?"

"Reclaim it of course, but lets face it, in the four years they had it they tore everything down and built it into one giant army base with 200,000 troops on it. Sure we did overkill, but we wanted to take the island back in two nights. That was the plan. Even with damn near sinking it we still have resistance going on, but on a s-s-separate note, many soldiers invading the island used to have farms and businesses on that island. They have no problem with blowing up every krok building, hopefully with some still in them. After we clean it out we plan on offering the prisoners a life in Mokastana, since it is apperent that the nation of Korando doesn't exist anymore. Mostly labor, but some may be in military. Then re-colonizing the island, every former Juventudian will get their land back and a life better then what they lost. It will be a glorious day!"

Nicholas, Dianna and Vagerstrouth sat down at a table two down from the prime minister of Fax. by themselfs. They ate the salad in silence enjoying the good organic food of Fax. "In GNR you could not fine a salad any where near as good, please tell the cooks and gardners of my priase." Nicholas said as the waiters took away their plates.

"Sir it was good but I bet the Fax's whiskey is nowhere near ours," Vagerstrouth joked finishing his salad.

"Ofcourse not, no ones is. But I would like to try a shot before the night is out and see what these men can brew," Nicholas added with a laugh.

Nicholas and Vagerstrouth discussed the GNR's many type of alcoholic beverages while waiting for the main course to arrive.

The waiter, nodded, and swept past. Dishes were collected up, and out swept the main course- pan seared sea bass in a light sauce with shallots onions and parsley. The Prime Minister looked on eagerly- the sea bass was a Faxanavian delicacy, and he enjoyed it very much. Turning down the table to the Czar of Great Neo-Russia, he said, "Your highness, if you are not too troubled to talk while you eat, may we now discuss the state of relations between our nations?"

The prince eagerly set upon the bass, fish being the primary diet of any Templar.
"This is excellently cooked. My compliments to the chefs."

The waiter, nodded, and swept past. Dishes were collected up, and out swept the main course- pan seared sea bass in a light sauce with shallots onions and parsley. The Prime Minister looked on eagerly- the sea bass was a Faxanavian delicacy, and he enjoyed it very much. Turning down the table to the Czar of Great Neo-Russia, he said, "Your highness, if you are not too troubled to talk while you eat, may we now discuss the state of relations between our nations?"


"Yes of course Prime Minister, sounds like a grand idea." He gestured for him to sit down across from him. "Stop with the formalities we are all country leaders after all. So the food here is good. What is it you wanted to talk about exactly?"

The Czar tasted his bass and smiled, bass was something he had never tasted in GNR. He was sorry that he had not brought some good brew in return. "Before we get started I must say you must come and visit my capital in GNR sometime, I shall of course have a dinner in return for this lovely one. BUt now onto bussiness"

Bright eye cut a small pice of the bass off with his shard of armor, speared it and ate it. After swallowing he said "Iif gaunith " and Brightscales started to eat aswell
"My compliments to the shef" said brightscales.

"Yes of course Prime Minister, sounds like a grand idea." He gestured for him to sit down across from him. "Stop with the formalities we are all country leaders after all. So the food here is good. What is it you wanted to talk about exactly?"

The Czar tasted his bass and smiled, bass was something he had never tasted in GNR. He was sorry that he had not brought some good brew in return. "Before we get started I must say you must come and visit my capital in GNR sometime, I shall of course have a dinner in return for this lovely one. BUt now onto bussiness"

The Prime Minister rose, kissed his wife momentarily, and sat across from the Emperor. "Well, I felt that Faxanavia needs to expand her alliances within Rodinia. With the Imperator gone, our alliances have been crippled, and I see a good chance in Great Neo-Russia to begin to rebuild them anew." He smiled pleasantly at the emperor's request. "I would, of course, be honored to visit your country. I'm sure it is lovely."

Sklenova crossed her legs and dug in. "This is good fish," she said politely. Turning her head toward the Mokastanan leader, she smiled warmly. "I hope your conflict with Kroando goes well. We haven't, unfortunately, been able to involve ourselves in their genocide of the islanders. I hope you get your territory back from them."

She took a sip of her wine. And perhaps the Doomani Empire will sink into the mists of time as well...

O'Conner sipped his wine after having consumed half of the dish, "Wow...this is very excellent. I think I might go for seconds."

Sofia smiled at him and continued slicing her piece of the delicacy.

The Prime Minister rose, kissed his wife momentarily, and sat across from the Emperor. "Well, I felt that Faxanavia needs to expand her alliances within Rodinia. With the Imperator gone, our alliances have been crippled, and I see a good chance in Great Neo-Russia to begin to rebuild them anew." He smiled pleasantly at the emperor's request. "I would, of course, be honored to visit your country. I'm sure it is lovely."

"Yes I quite agree, but in fact I see no reason why there should be any cause not to be friends. Lets see here I only was in Rodinia and knew the Imperator for a week or so before your own rise happened. I never even knew the guy personally, he just sent some wine to a party I had after my "victory" in Russia. So where does your politcal view on the major issuses stand?" Nicholas said as he ate some more of his bass. Vagerstrouth and Dianna had left mid-way through Nicholas' mini-speech.

"Yes I quite agree, but in fact I see no reason why there should be any cause not to be friends. Lets see here I only was in Rodinia and knew the Imperator for a week or so before your own rise happened. I never even knew the guy personally, he just sent some wine to a party I had after my "victory" in Russia. So where does your politcal view on the major issuses stand?" Nicholas said as he ate some more of his bass. Vagerstrouth and Dianna had left mid-way through Nicholas' mini-speech.

"Well, my administration is very much a liberal minded, free enterprise group. When I was first elected, it was as the leader of the Liberal party, and I have tried to stay true to those ideals. I fully support social equality, individualism and civil and political freedoms of all kinds. Economically, Faxanavia is a free market economy, with just some government regulation so, for example, the fish you are eating is not coated in radioactive isotopes." He laughed at his joke, and then said, "And what of Great Neo-Russia? What are your political stances?"

Adam Loved fish, and the way this was prepared was amazing, and he even said so out loud. No doubt his wife would remind him after this not to drink during major political meetings anymore. Next to the president was his head bodyguard, a man who had defended Adam since he was president of the Tierra Nueva during the Confederate years. Why mokans had elected this man he could never know. After failing to keep the TN out of the civil war he had done the same with Mokastana and international wars. As he kept getting updates from TAP, Greal, Neo, and Juventud on his PDA.

"This fish is excellent, give the chef aand his team a fine bottle of Mokan Tequila, I'll pay for it!"

Vice President Vincent Gambino rushed rather rudly through the door "My apologies for being late, President Cunningham couldn't come today, matters of state and whatnot. He sends his regards, and those of all Conserative morality."
As he looked around the room, he almost immedialtly apologized "Forgive me, I probably created more of a ruckus then I needed to" He proceeded to take a seat. "How's the fish?"

"Fish is good," said Sklenova. She extended her hand to the newcomer. "Nadia Sklenova, President of Kahanistan. And you are...?"

"Fish is good," said Sklenova. She extended her hand to the newcomer. "Nadia Sklenova, President of Kahanistan. And you are...?"
Shaking her hand, he replied "Vincent Gambino, Vice President and diplomat of Conserative morality."

OOC: Is it not too late to send my nation's leader?

Bright eye and bright scales clasped one of thier fists in thier palm, saluting to the new commer "it is no concern to me that you are late friend, please, dine with me." Brighteye said

OOC: Is it not too late to send my nation's leader?

OOC: No. That's fine.

King Louis II had never been out of his nation for quite some time; usually he kept to himself in the Royal Palace and spent time either governing the nation or spending time with his family. When his secretary brought him news about the National Leaders' Party in Faxanavia, it interested him enough to attend; after all he had always wanted to meet other leaders and make friends. Queen Henriette, his beloved wife, decided to attend the party with him and put the children under the care of a family caretaker.

(After some flying....)

Dressed in his favorite suit and bowler hat and with his exquisitely dressed wife at his side, King Louis II walked into the ballroom with a smile on his face before adjusting the emblem of the Order of St. Louis IX that he pinned on. "It seems the party has started already, Henriette. At least we are here; we should try to have a good time."

Henriette nodded her head before she clutched a bit tightly onto her husband's arm as they walked together; the eyes of the King studying the other guests in order to find someone to talk to.

Brieghteye didn't care much for interuptions to meals and so, chose to instead engrose himself with the bass, his mate on the other hand was far more curtios, rising from the table, heading over to both of the n ew arivles and bowing "I am Bjartskuler of Ih8uwannakillu, an honour to meet you, please come dine with me and my lifemate* she indicates bright eye*. Im certain he wont mind."

Brieghteye didn't care much for interuptions to meals and so, chose to instead engrose himself with the bass, his mate on the other hand was far more curtios, rising from the table, heading over to both of the n ew arivles and bowing "I am Bjartskuler of Ih8uwannakillu, an honour to meet you, please come dine with me and my lifemate* she indicates bright eye*. Im certain he wont mind."

"It is nice to meet you. I am Louis the Second; King of the United Kingdom of Skamania and Duloc and this is my wife, Queen Henriette. We would not mind dining with you."

Louis and Henriette took their seats at the table and smiled. "We thought it would be nice to see the leaders of the world; we just finished celebrating the birth of our nation's billionth child." Henriette said joyfully.