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People of the World, Foreland is a small Principality landlocked but with rich and fertile soil for farming. Now Foreland has generally been closed in the past but we feel it is time to open up our borders and our rich and unspoiled wilderness to those who seek a productive way of living. Those who are tired of the hustle and bustle of modern day metropolises and those who are looking for a centeral unspinned unpoliticized simple way of living. While of course Foreland has it's politics it's fairly unspoiled by modern media. Everyone is of course entitled to their opinions and is entitled to debate friendly with their neighbors and coleuges
about their opinions. Despite the rather kept in the old ways nature of the state Foreland's religious population is widely neutral in some of the heated topics today. The largely Episcopalian is central and doesn't seek to destroy anyone.

Foreland this peaceful principality can be yours for the enjoyment if you so desire to move. Farmers, Ranchers, Entrepreneurs, Celberties, Political Figures and Monarchs seeking refuge from the prying eyes of television media. Come enjoy the Peaceful Land of Foreland.

(Ooc: basically you can have any type of character come and move here. This is a general RP to help set me up in the world with out doing the obvious choices. So come on in and RP with me)

OOC: Do you have any cities whatso ever?

ooc: Small cities

ooc: Small cities

OOC: Names? A few details. Please and thank you.

Well there's the main capital city which holds all the nations records and taxing and police and other matters. There is a Princely Home but they don't stay there often. The Royal Estate is on the outskirts of the capital.

The second major city as Rolanda holds many art events such as art, music events, and other details of great history.

OOC: Aw, that clears it up for me. Thanks. I will consider joining the RP once a few other people show some interest.

OOC: I just might join. Like if you were to compare the largest city to a city in the US that's most like it, then what would it be? East Laos is full of huge cities and a crap load of nightlife. Almost all East Laosians love partying and stuff.

My capital wouldn't be anything like the largest cities in the U.S. My country is very simplistic.

OOC: East Laos's smallest city is like the size of Baltimore.

OOC: I am doing this post from the viewpoint of the youngest family member here.

Kyale was the youngest member of the Varan family; having been one of the many Varans to walk upon Ixanian soil since the famous merchant once walked the earth in Medieval Ixania to sell his silks and other wares in the markets. Kyale had always been fascinated with the idea of settling in Foreland albeit she had problems with missing all the friends she made back at the village. It was at the village that her father signed the family up to emigrate to Foreland and it was him who got them all aboard a convoy of emigrants. Her father, Armin, was the suave farmer who always knew how and when to plant a certain crop while her mother, Synestra, usually relied on knitting simple but comfortable clothes for the children. Her older brother and only sibling, Valsamon, often helped the family out on the farm and was the boy of the village that girls dreamed of being with but he never really showed much interest in any of them even if Nature was kind to them. Kyale sighed as she looked around while Valsamon was busy talking to the parents about how the farm would be built and maintained. After a while, Synestra decided to speak to her daughter who she noticed was not really happy to be going to Foreland. "Kyale...what's wrong?"

"I don't want to go to Foreland. All my friends are back in Ixania. I didn't want to leave them." Kyale said unhappily while looking at the gentle countenance of her mother's face. Her mother was always known for her compassionate mind and her ardent faith in the Orthodox Church. Her husband was not as ardently into the Holy Bible as she was (since he was agnostic) but they still loved one another with so much passion that many villagers tried to emulate them in their own marriages. "Kyale...your father really wants us to make new lives for ourselves in Foreland. He knows that you pine for the village back home but he really thinks that we can prosper more in Foreland."

Kyale smiled while briefly looking upon the golden cross necklace that her mother wore around her neck with the Theotokos holding the child Jesus in a small picture that was in the middle of the cross. She had often seen that necklace around her mother's neck whenever she was at Church. When she was praying with her mother, she could see her mother in another world; a world where the Divine and Mortal aspects of the universe were merged into one. Kyale herself never knew if God actually listened to her mother's prayers or if anyone actually recieved them but she never doubted the fact that her mother was very in tune with the supernatural and that all she wanted from God was prosperity and safety. Her father, Armin, was an agnostic who attended church services out of respect for his wife but who did not know if there really was a God. Armin and Synestra found ways to bypass this difference.

"I guess I can accept life in Foreland....hopefully I can see my Ixanian friends one day so that I can tell them about my experiences." Kyale said with a smile. "I am sure Foreland has a mail service or something for people to keep in touch." Such words made Synestra smile as she patted her daughter on the head before seeing what looked like a depot for emigrants to gather. "We have arrived."

"All those emigrating to The Principality of Foreland please step over here. "Name's please and I shall need your visas."

"All those emigrating to The Principality of Foreland please step over here. "Name's please and I shall need your visas."

"Armin Varan."
"Synestra Varan."
"Valsamon Varan."
"Kyale Varan."

"Here are our visas."

"Thank you." He stamped them all. "Welcome to Foreland. Your plot of land has been officially sanctioned in your name."

"Thank you." He stamped them all. "Welcome to Foreland. Your plot of land has been officially sanctioned in your name."

"Where do we find our land? How do we get there?"

"Your means of travel are up to you. Your plot of land has been issued by the Farm Center in Capital City. They will tell you where your land is located."

"I suppose we'll need to find some sort of transportation. You'd think that they would provide some!"

Armin stood tall as he looked over his surroundings with his eyes while his wife was busy making sure they had brought everything off the convoy of settlers. He hoped to find some way to get the family to the main city so they could take control of the land allotted to them by the government. While he contemplated his next actions, Valsamon and Kyale noticed a merchant in the distance who happened to be selling a horse and a cart. They rushed up to him with lightning speed and introduced themselves before saying:

"How much are you selling the horse and cart for?"

A hunched over man stood at the prow of a large cargo ship, wisps of smoke emanating from a cigarette in his hand. He lifted the burning cigarette to his mouth, breathed in deeply, coughing violently afterwards; the cigarette fell to the water due to the spasms, its burning embers petering out quickly. The man sighed, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing the blood his coughing had released. His eyes had a dull, weary gaze as he looked at the crystal-clear sea, revealing bitter disillusionment that had permeated his life as of late. But when he looked up, to the inviting, lush coastline ahead, his eyes looked just a little bit less tired. It was Foreland, a small, agrarian nation, unremarkable in many regards - but this man's new hope.

In Piccavia, he had been Jack Lucent, a young, free-spirited journalist, with out a care in the world, an idealist in every sense of the world. That Jack Lucent died months ago, in the prison camps and internment facilities ran by the increasingly nationalistic Commonwealth Party, a major participant in the ruling coalition government. He sighed wearily, his battered body aching with each breath. He desperately wanted off the ship, to be free, at last, of Piccavia.

His reverie was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Jack turned around to see a captain of the Piccavian Merchant Marine, who whispered to him, "Herr Lucent, we have arrived; please disembark quickly - I do not like to draw attention to the fact I am carrying a fugitive." Jack nodded and hurried down the gangway to an awaiting Forelanian official.

"I suppose we'll need to find some sort of transportation. You'd think that they would provide some!"

Armin stood tall as he looked over his surroundings with his eyes while his wife was busy making sure they had brought everything off the convoy of settlers. He hoped to find some way to get the family to the main city so they could take control of the land allotted to them by the government. While he contemplated his next actions, Valsamon and Kyale noticed a merchant in the distance who happened to be selling a horse and a cart. They rushed up to him with lightning speed and introduced themselves before saying:

"How much are you selling the horse and cart for?"

"I'll take 25 cultar for it. It's a nice cart, sterdy and will get you to where you need to go."

A hunched over man stood at the prow of a large cargo ship, wisps of smoke emanating from a cigarette in his hand. He lifted the burning cigarette to his mouth, breathed in deeply, coughing violently afterwards; the cigarette fell to the water due to the spasms, its burning embers petering out quickly. The man sighed, grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing the blood his coughing had released. His eyes had a dull, weary gaze as he looked at the crystal-clear sea, revealing bitter disillusionment that had permeated his life as of late. But when he looked up, to the inviting, lush coastline ahead, his eyes looked just a little bit less tired. It was Foreland, a small, agrarian nation, unremarkable in many regards - but this man's new hope.

In Piccavia, he had been Jack Lucent, a young, free-spirited journalist, with out a care in the world, an idealist in every sense of the world. That Jack Lucent died months ago, in the prison camps and internment facilities ran by the increasingly nationalistic Commonwealth Party, a major participant in the ruling coalition government. He sighed wearily, his battered body aching with each breath. He desperately wanted off the ship, to be free, at last, of Piccavia.

His reverie was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Jack turned around to see a captain of the Piccavian Merchant Marine, who whispered to him, "Herr Lucent, we have arrived; please disembark quickly - I do not like to draw attention to the fact I am carrying a fugitive." Jack nodded and hurried down the gangway to an awaiting Forelanian official.

"Passport and Visa please."

"I'll take 25 cultar for it. It's a nice cart, sterdy and will get you to where you need to go."

Kyale took out some Ixanian money and gave it to the merchant. "We are immigrants here and don't really have any Forelander money but hopefully you will accept this."

Kyale took out some Ixanian money and gave it to the merchant. "We are immigrants here and don't really have any Forelander money but hopefully you will accept this."

"Well I know how it is, my grandparents came here to, so I'll accept it. Don't even worry if it's under the exchange rate. Welcome to Foreland, good luck."

M.A.C Heavy Industries wishes to inquire if it is possible for us to acquire 45.000 acres of land in your country,to establish a defense equipment and ammunitions factory.

Please quote a price.

Thank you,

M.A.C Heavy Industries Management.

We apologize but we are not interested in allocating land to weapons development.

Thank you
The Monarchy

"Well I know how it is, my grandparents came here to, so I'll accept it. Don't even worry if it's under the exchange rate. Welcome to Foreland, good luck."

Kyale's face lit up with such enthusiasm and happiness that she could hardly contain it. "Thank you so much, sir! Thank you! Can you help us get everything together?"

Kyale's face lit up with such enthusiasm and happiness that she could hardly contain it. "Thank you so much, sir! Thank you! Can you help us get everything together?"

"Why not. I'll give you a hand."

OOC:Are you sure?We weren´t going to develop new weapons,just produce our already existing models.And as part of the agreement every year you could choose a big quantity of small arms at a very very low cost.

We want to know if we can solve this problem by paying more.It´s no problem to us.

Thank you.

(OOC: I'm sure, I'm a very peaceful country that doesn't like the idea)

We simply are not interested. Thank you but you will have to find other suitors.

"Why not. I'll give you a hand."

"Thank you so much. We must get going to Capital City so we can claim our land!"

"Thank you so much. We must get going to Capital City so we can claim our land!"

He helped secure everything down and get them ready and started. "All right you'll want to head straight north. You should get there soon. The Farm Bureau will be a large building in the center of town. Best of luck to you.

OOC: This looks quite interesting. I'll give some time to a proper post.
Do you have any inkling of a map of your nation, or some sort of idea of the general geography upon which a map could be based?

Word of Foreland’s recent shift from isolationism to openly inviting immigration did not go unnoticed in Errikland; historically, large (oddly consistent) segments of the Errikan population had taken up the settlers’ banner, from the original settlement by Errik’s people and their inland migration to the outward drive of the middle ages to the population of depopulated conquered territory (both continental and colonial). In fact, a famous historian once dryly commented that when Errikans weren’t fighting for their lives they were settling.

Though there had been dramatic social change since the middle ages—a statement which, unfortunately, does not necessarily go without saying in this world—it would seem that this statement still holds a degree of truth: thousands quickly flocked to the land of Foreland, living out the great Errikan tradition of settling new lands.

He helped secure everything down and get them ready and started. "All right you'll want to head straight north. You should get there soon. The Farm Bureau will be a large building in the center of town. Best of luck to you.

"Thank you!"

Armin got the horse going as he took the reins while his family sat in the cart while looking at the plains of Foreland as they waited to arrive in Capitol City so they could claim their plot of land and get their new lives started. They spent the time singing Ixanian folk songs and discussing their dreams and plans for their new lives before they finally got to Capitol City; immediately spotting the Farm Bureau. Walking into the building, Armin found the people in charge.

"We wish to claim our plot of land, please." Armin said calmly. "We just immigrated here and we would like to get our new lives started."

"Thank you!"

Armin got the horse going as he took the reins while his family sat in the cart while looking at the plains of Foreland as they waited to arrive in Capitol City so they could claim their plot of land and get their new lives started. They spent the time singing Ixanian folk songs and discussing their dreams and plans for their new lives before they finally got to Capitol City; immediately spotting the Farm Bureau. Walking into the building, Armin found the people in charge.

"We wish to claim our plot of land, please." Armin said calmly. "We just immigrated here and we would like to get our new lives started."

"Very well, here is your claim forms, and here is the deed to your land and your acres. You aren't to far out of the City. Just a few miles."

"Very well, here is your claim forms, and here is the deed to your land and your acres. You aren't to far out of the City. Just a few miles."

Armin drove his cart through the streets of the city while his family looked around from the cart while listening to Armin singing an old Ixanian folk tune as they got into the countryside of Foreland. The singing of the family patriarch echoed through the fields until they finally found their piece of land along with the acres they were entitled too. Amazingly they discovered that there was a furnished house made for them on the land and they immediately moved in with much enthusiasm. They were able to secure some farm animals for themselves and soon designated roles and jobs to each other on the land. Kyale was appointed to gather and take care of the sheep and take them on treks around the land as the miniature and pretty shepherd of the family. Dressed in a simple dress, Kyale led her sheep one day across the land until some sheep got lost. She immediately went on a trek to find her lost sheep and it took her a long time to find them but at last she found them on some plains. She ran up to them and began to gather them up but did not know that she had stumbled upon the Princely Estate. All she was thinking about was the sheep that she had to gather. While Kyale gathered the lost sheep, the other members of her family tended the fields. Valsamon and Armin were counting crops while Synestra made lemonade and snacks for the two hard working and rugged men in her life and admittingly she stared at the shirtless Armin with a lustful gaze. Sure, she was pious and devout, but not even she could withstand lusting for the man she loved. After a while of sorting out the crops, Armin went inside with Synestra while Valsamon merely smirked and looked around the family farm. They all assumed Kyale was out for a walk although Synestra was worried about her special little girl. Armin and Synestra resigned themselves to the bed for a make out session while Valsamon fed the animals. Kyale, meanwhile, was studying her surroudings until she discovered that people were coming towards her. Standing nervously, she looked at them and hoped that she would not be harmed.

Armin drove his cart through the streets of the city while his family looked around from the cart while listening to Armin singing an old Ixanian folk tune as they got into the countryside of Foreland. The singing of the family patriarch echoed through the fields until they finally found their piece of land along with the acres they were entitled too. Amazingly they discovered that there was a furnished house made for them on the land and they immediately moved in with much enthusiasm. They were able to secure some farm animals for themselves and soon designated roles and jobs to each other on the land. Kyale was appointed to gather and take care of the sheep and take them on treks around the land as the miniature and pretty shepherd of the family. Dressed in a simple dress, Kyale led her sheep one day across the land until some sheep got lost. She immediately went on a trek to find her lost sheep and it took her a long time to find them but at last she found them on some plains. She ran up to them and began to gather them up but did not know that she had stumbled upon the Princely Estate. All she was thinking about was the sheep that she had to gather. While Kyale gathered the lost sheep, the other members of her family tended the fields. Valsamon and Armin were counting crops while Synestra made lemonade and snacks for the two hard working and rugged men in her life and admittingly she stared at the shirtless Armin with a lustful gaze. Sure, she was pious and devout, but not even she could withstand lusting for the man she loved. After a while of sorting out the crops, Armin went inside with Synestra while Valsamon merely smirked and looked around the family farm. They all assumed Kyale was out for a walk although Synestra was worried about her special little girl. Armin and Synestra resigned themselves to the bed for a make out session while Valsamon fed the animals. Kyale, meanwhile, was studying her surroudings until she discovered that people were coming towards her. Standing nervously, she looked at them and hoped that she would not be harmed.


"Hello there, I guess this whooly one here belongs to you." Said the Prince Brian. He gazed at this pretty young girl. "You must be a shepherd."

"Hello there, I guess this whooly one here belongs to you." Said the Prince Brian. He gazed at this pretty young girl. "You must be a shepherd."

Kyale smiled. "I'm just gathering the sheep for my family, sir. This one just wondered off."

Kyale smiled. "I'm just gathering the sheep for my family, sir. This one just wondered off."

"They have a habit of doing that don't they. I hope all your companions are together. Wouldn't want you to have to go off searching high and low. Perhaps you should find a sheep dog."

"They have a habit of doing that don't they. I hope all your companions are together. Wouldn't want you to have to go off searching high and low. Perhaps you should find a sheep dog."

"I think that would be a good idea, sir. Do you live on this land?"

"I think that would be a good idea, sir. Do you live on this land?"

"I do actually. We do. My sister and I live here. It's a ways back that way."

"I think I should get back home now before my family worries about me." Kyale said before she began to walk away from the man with her sheep.

A large Kiravian passenger ship neared Foreland's port. It was carrying just under eight thousand Kiravians who were seeking to settle in Foreland.

There was much excitment on deck, with families hurrying to bring about their baggage and collect their children before disembarking. Scores of different Coscivian languages could be heard, from monotonous Insdex to singsong Iyaran.

Most of the settlers came from traditionally agrarian Coscivic ethnic groups, like the High Gërev, Englev, Ieurlev, and Saskev, among others. But all had indeed come to farm, whether their ethnicity dictated so or not. They were part of the Kiravic Overseas Settlement Program, operated by the Overseas Kiravians Office. It was designed as an initiative to set up settlements and expatriate populations in other countries. So far, Kiravian populations had been inserted into Tomarian, Greston, and a few other countries.

While the majority of the new arrivals were jubilant as they came closer to their new homes, some were all buisness. Among them was Samuel Bodæcur. He was the leader of a syndicate of Englev farmers who had left Midwestern Kirav for Foreland. The heads of the other households in his group were standing in a semicircle in front of him as he gave directions.

"I assume all of you have already prepared your baggage for arrival as I instructed last night, correct?"

They nodded.

"Good. We shall all stay together on the dock until we find out where to apply for immigration and to get land. We'll hold a tribunal on where to set up our farms once we see what's available. Clear?"

They nodded. Again.

The ship made port, and the gangway was extended. Bodæcur's was the third group to get off, a lucky number in Kiravic culture. They saw they man advertising immigration approval, surrounded by a cluster of other Kiravians, and then made their way towards him. After the rest of the immigrants recieved their visas and left, Bodæcur approached him.

"Good morning, Sèr. My name's Samuel Bodæcur."

"Alexa Bodæcur," said his wife.

"Dän Bodæcur," said his eldest son.

The rest of the Englev stated their names to the official, and passed their visas up to the front for approval.

"Excuse me, Sèr, is this where we apply for land as well?"

OOC: Hey everyone, I'm Foreland under my other name, Motokata, I apologize to those who showed interest and I haven't responded. The forums won't let me log on as Foreland and I've been too patiently waiting for the bugs to be fixed, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen soon, so I'll be posting under this name until further notice. Telegrams of questions can be sent to either nation.

Foreland

"I think I should get back home now before my family worries about me." Kyale said before she began to walk away from the man with her sheep.

"Well I wouldn't want to cause your parents any undue worrying. Would you like some help getting your sheep back?"

Kyale giggled. "I already have my sheep! I will be going now, yes, but before I do go....what is your name? My name is Kyale and I must say it has been nice meeting you."

She gathered her sheep together and began walking back towards her house while humming an old Ixanian folk tune to herself while making sure all the sheep were together; she was sure to be commended tonight.

Kyale giggled. "I already have my sheep! I will be going now, yes, but before I do go....what is your name? My name is Kyale and I must say it has been nice meeting you."

She gathered her sheep together and began walking back towards her house while humming an old Ixanian folk tune to herself while making sure all the sheep were together; she was sure to be commended tonight.

"Uhh Brian. Bye..." Brain cut him self down for saying it wrong. He meant to ask if he could help her lead her sheep back. But it was too late now. "Who was that?" His sister Molly asked.

"One of the Local Farmers."

"Ohhh is she cute?" She teased?

"Molly...."

"Come on Brain, you know you have a thing for the farm girls."

A large Kiravian passenger ship neared Foreland's port. It was carrying just under eight thousand Kiravians who were seeking to settle in Foreland.

There was much excitment on deck, with families hurrying to bring about their baggage and collect their children before disembarking. Scores of different Coscivian languages could be heard, from monotonous Insdex to singsong Iyaran.

Most of the settlers came from traditionally agrarian Coscivic ethnic groups, like the High Gërev, Englev, Ieurlev, and Saskev, among others. But all had indeed come to farm, whether their ethnicity dictated so or not. They were part of the Kiravic Overseas Settlement Program, operated by the Overseas Kiravians Office. It was designed as an initiative to set up settlements and expatriate populations in other countries. So far, Kiravian populations had been inserted into Tomarian, Greston, and a few other countries.

While the majority of the new arrivals were jubilant as they came closer to their new homes, some were all buisness. Among them was Samuel Bodæcur. He was the leader of a syndicate of Englev farmers who had left Midwestern Kirav for Foreland. The heads of the other households in his group were standing in a semicircle in front of him as he gave directions.

"I assume all of you have already prepared your baggage for arrival as I instructed last night, correct?"

They nodded.

"Good. We shall all stay together on the dock until we find out where to apply for immigration and to get land. We'll hold a tribunal on where to set up our farms once we see what's available. Clear?"

They nodded. Again.

The ship made port, and the gangway was extended. Bodæcur's was the third group to get off, a lucky number in Kiravic culture. They saw they man advertising immigration approval, surrounded by a cluster of other Kiravians, and then made their way towards him. After the rest of the immigrants recieved their visas and left, Bodæcur approached him.

"Good morning, Sèr. My name's Samuel Bodæcur."

"Alexa Bodæcur," said his wife.

"Dän Bodæcur," said his eldest son.

The rest of the Englev stated their names to the official, and passed their visas up to the front for approval.

"Excuse me, Sèr, is this where we apply for land as well?"

"Very well. Take these forms, fill them out." He handed a small stack of forms it was about 5 pages. Once they were finished their plots were assigned. "It's all yours. Welcome to Foreland."

Kyale had designated herself the inspector of crops during her first days on the farm that her family had settled on after successfully obtaining citizenship in Foreland. She would usually go out to inspect the crops every morning and make sure that there was no problems with them lest she run around rampant while yelling for her parents to come out and correct the problem. Kyale, one day, decided to go for a ride on a horse around the plains after the morning inspection. Mounting her favorite horse which was a rather strong and agile grey steed, Kyale rode across the plains as the wind blew against her hair while the horse galloped across the trail. She could see the empty and barren looking fields and the small hills that dotted the landscape. Eventually she halted her horse and dismounted to look around as she fed her horse a spare carrot that she had in her pouch. She petted him for a while and then decided to relax by leaning, on her back, on a nearby tree while the horse was tied up to it so he could not run away and leave Kyale all alone. Kyale took a swig from her flask of water and then looked around to see no one else around. She was all alone here. She smiled and just relaxed.

Kyale had designated herself the inspector of crops during her first days on the farm that her family had settled on after successfully obtaining citizenship in Foreland. She would usually go out to inspect the crops every morning and make sure that there was no problems with them lest she run around rampant while yelling for her parents to come out and correct the problem. Kyale, one day, decided to go for a ride on a horse around the plains after the morning inspection. Mounting her favorite horse which was a rather strong and agile grey steed, Kyale rode across the plains as the wind blew against her hair while the horse galloped across the trail. She could see the empty and barren looking fields and the small hills that dotted the landscape. Eventually she halted her horse and dismounted to look around as she fed her horse a spare carrot that she had in her pouch. She petted him for a while and then decided to relax by leaning, on her back, on a nearby tree while the horse was tied up to it so he could not run away and leave Kyale all alone. Kyale took a swig from her flask of water and then looked around to see no one else around. She was all alone here. She smiled and just relaxed.


Brain was stunned to see the very cute girl he met earlier. "We meet again. Kyale am I right?"

Brain was stunned to see the very cute girl he met earlier. "We meet again. Kyale am I right?"

Kyale didn't get up from the ground as she spoke to Brian. "I'm Kyale, yes, and you must be Brian. It's nice to meet you, Brian, I was just resting after a long time of horseback riding. How have you been?"

Kyale didn't get up from the ground as she spoke to Brian. "I'm Kyale, yes, and you must be Brian. It's nice to meet you, Brian, I was just resting after a long time of horseback riding. How have you been?"

"I've been well, and your self? Your new immigrants to Foreland aren't you? How do you like it here?"

"I've been well, and your self? Your new immigrants to Foreland aren't you? How do you like it here?"

"I'm quite content and I'm a new immigrant along with the rest of my family; I like living here so far. Are you a new immigrant?"

"I'm quite content and I'm a new immigrant along with the rest of my family; I like living here so far. Are you a new immigrant?"

"Uh not exactly. I've lived her, all my life...." He didn't want to go into the fact he was the Prince right away. It usually was a heavy ice breaker. "Farming, it's what this country is good at. It's all this country has been good at."

"Uh not exactly. I've lived her, all my life...." He didn't want to go into the fact he was the Prince right away. It usually was a heavy ice breaker. "Farming, it's what this country is good at. It's all this country has been good at."

"You are a Forelander who lives on a farm? You are just like me in that we both devote our time to agriculture alongside our parents but I do not know if I'll stay a farmer all my life. Do you want to leave farming one day?"

"You are a Forelander who lives on a farm? You are just like me in that we both devote our time to agriculture alongside our parents but I do not know if I'll stay a farmer all my life. Do you want to leave farming one day?"

"Well, my sister most defiantly wants to get in on the farm life. No I'm not a farmer. Well...You see I'm-I'm the Prince."

"Well, my sister most defiantly wants to get in on the farm life. No I'm not a farmer. Well...You see I'm-I'm the Prince."

Kyale giggled. "You can't be the Prince! You don't look like one! You look like a commoner! I doubt that you are indeed the Prince of Foreland since I don't have any evidence that you are who you say you are. If you can show me that evidence then I may end up believing you and end up calling you Your Highness instead of Brian. I'm just a commoner, a peasant girl, I don't think I've got any special blood in my veins."

Kyale rose from the ground and smiled. "Do you have any evidence?"

Kyale giggled. "You can't be the Prince! You don't look like one! You look like a commoner! I doubt that you are indeed the Prince of Foreland since I don't have any evidence that you are who you say you are. If you can show me that evidence then I may end up believing you and end up calling you Your Highness instead of Brian. I'm just a commoner, a peasant girl, I don't think I've got any special blood in my veins."

Kyale rose from the ground and smiled. "Do you have any evidence?"

"I am the Prince. And don't refer to your self so dergatory, you are commoner but more than a mere peasant. Your hands are made for working the Land, God's land. You should be proud of that. Let me see, I must....Oh yes, this is the Royal Family Crest." He pulled out the emblem from his pocket. "Only Royalty would have this. Feel the weight, 2.2 carrot gold."

"I am the Prince. And don't refer to your self so dergatory, you are commoner but more than a mere peasant. Your hands are made for working the Land, God's land. You should be proud of that. Let me see, I must....Oh yes, this is the Royal Family Crest." He pulled out the emblem from his pocket. "Only Royalty would have this. Feel the weight, 2.2 carrot gold."

Kyale gazed upon the emblem in disbelief as she held it in her dainty hands with her mouth somewhat open in awe while her eyes were fixed upon the crest but eventually they rose up to look upon Brian's face. She had heard his words which made him sound like a pious young boy who went to church and that reminded Kyale of her devout mother who was well known for her piety when it came to spiritual matters. "This is...amazing. I cannot believe that you are the Prince but I have no choice...unless you stole this somehow but I don't think you are a thief...you don't look like one or, if you are, you hide it well. Would you like to visit my family's farm?"

Kyale gazed upon the emblem in disbelief as she held it in her dainty hands with her mouth somewhat open in awe while her eyes were fixed upon the crest but eventually they rose up to look upon Brian's face. She had heard his words which made him sound like a pious young boy who went to church and that reminded Kyale of her devout mother who was well known for her piety when it came to spiritual matters. "This is...amazing. I cannot believe that you are the Prince but I have no choice...unless you stole this somehow but I don't think you are a thief...you don't look like one or, if you are, you hide it well. Would you like to visit my family's farm?"

"Oh trust me, I'm no thief. I swear it to you, I'm the Prince, if I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning. I certainly would like to visit, your farm."

"Oh trust me, I'm no thief. I swear it to you, I'm the Prince, if I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning. I certainly would like to visit, your farm."

"If you have a horse then you can ride with me back to my family's farm. Make sure you show my family the crest if they do not think you really are the Prince."

"Very well. Take these forms, fill them out." He handed a small stack of forms it was about 5 pages. Once they were finished their plots were assigned. "It's all yours. Welcome to Foreland."

OOC: Teh ásumnesses! I missed this thread!

IC:

"Thank you very much," said Bodæcur, "Could you tell me where our plots are located?"

"If you have a horse then you can ride with me back to my family's farm. Make sure you show my family the crest if they do not think you really are the Prince."

Bump.

OOC: Teh ásumnesses! I missed this thread!

IC:

"Thank you very much," said Bodæcur, "Could you tell me where our plots are located?"

"Your plots are located in rural cental Foreland. About 600 acers for your use. It's about an hour outside the city but there is a small town nearby."

"If you have a horse then you can ride with me back to my family's farm. Make sure you show my family the crest if they do not think you really are the Prince."

"Well I do, but it's kind of a ways back to my home. Don't suppose I could piggy back off of you could I? I mean it's okay if you don't care to, but thought I'd save my self of going out of the way."

"Well I do, but it's kind of a ways back to my home. Don't suppose I could piggy back off of you could I? I mean it's okay if you don't care to, but thought I'd save my self of going out of the way."

Kyale got onto her horse and smiled. "If you wish to ride with me on my horse then you can do that. Just make sure you hold onto something, Your Highness, so you don't fall off! Even if you do fall off, though, I'll rush to your aid. I don't think it will take us too long to get to my family's farm and I am sure everyone will love to meet you although they may be skeptical that you are who you say you are and who I believe you to be...."

Kyale beckoned Brian onto her horse and smiled. "I would ride horses all the time back in my old farm when I used to live in Ixania where I was born and raised for the majority of my life until we moved here to Foreland. To be honest....I didn't know if I really wanted to move here due to all my friends back home. I know that I can make new ones here...but still....I just hope I can keep in touch with my old friends."

"Well moving is tough. IF I may ask, why did your family chose to leave Ixania?"

"...I think my family felt that there would be good opportunities here in Foreland and thus my parents jumped at the prospect and moved us here....although I was mostly opposed to the move due to the fact I would not be around my friends but I've tried to adapt to life here. Now, let's get going."

Kyale rode with Brian across the plains towards the family farm where her family happened to be resting after a good day of work with the crops and animals. The family was examining the crops since Kyale wasn't there to do so like she usually did. When they noticed her horse coming towards them at a steady speed, Valsamon waved to Kyale and ran to help her slow down but his eyes soon caught a glimpse of Brian behind her which made him suspect something was up between the two although he decided not to pressure either of them to talk about it. "It's nice to see you again, Kyale...but who is this boy you've brought with you?"

Kyale proudly spoke before the gathered crowd before her and with a smile upon her face pushed Brian forward. "....This is His Highness, Prince Brian of Foreland, who I met days ago when our sheep stumbled upon his land as I sought after them....."

The family didn't look too amazed and it was Valsamon who replied. "...It is entirely possible that this boy may be the Prince of Foreland but until sufficient proof is shown to us that he is indeed who you call him...I cannot believe it."

Kyale nudged Brian and whispered softly into his ear with a smile: "...Show them the crest, Brian...show them the crest...."

"Goodness, nobody takes anyone's word these days. I am the Prince of this Country, to prove it, this is the Family Crest. 2.2 carrot gold with the family emblem on it. You have a great flock of sheep, their wool will fetch you some nice money this season."

"Goodness, nobody takes anyone's word these days. I am the Prince of this Country, to prove it, this is the Family Crest. 2.2 carrot gold with the family emblem on it. You have a great flock of sheep, their wool will fetch you some nice money this season."

Valsamon smirked. "....That's because not everyone can be trusted, Your Highness. That's why many people don't take anyone's words as truth unless they are proven to be so."

Kyale's father nodded his head as he took Kyale's horse into the stable. "....My eldest child speaks the truth, Your Highness, and I am sure that we will get some good money for the wool of our sheep; I'm just hopeful we can live good lives here."

Kyale walked with Brian towards the farmhouse while Kyale's mother spoke with Valsamon in the Ixanian language as they continued to examine the crops. The farmhouse was a medium sized building which was more than comfortable and adorned with all sorts of trinkets and portraits while a little bit of stairs led to Kyale's room. Kyale showed Brian around and told him about all the things they could see including some family portraits before they ended up in her brightly colored bedroom which had even more trinkets, though these were all her property, as well as a little diary and a desk at which she could write. The bed was clean and made while a window allowed Kyale to see nature unfold from the comfort of her bedroom. "Feel free to look around, Brian. I'm sure that you will find something to your liking."

Kyale smiled as she put the diary away in the drawer before watching Brian examine everything; she decided, then, to allow him to just look around while she sorted some things out. "...This is where I sleep, Brian. It may not be like a palace bedroom but I like it anyways."

Valsamon smirked. "....That's because not everyone can be trusted, Your Highness. That's why many people don't take anyone's words as truth unless they are proven to be so."

Kyale's father nodded his head as he took Kyale's horse into the stable. "....My eldest child speaks the truth, Your Highness, and I am sure that we will get some good money for the wool of our sheep; I'm just hopeful we can live good lives here."

Kyale walked with Brian towards the farmhouse while Kyale's mother spoke with Valsamon in the Ixanian language as they continued to examine the crops. The farmhouse was a medium sized building which was more than comfortable and adorned with all sorts of trinkets and portraits while a little bit of stairs led to Kyale's room. Kyale showed Brian around and told him about all the things they could see including some family portraits before they ended up in her brightly colored bedroom which had even more trinkets, though these were all her property, as well as a little diary and a desk at which she could write. The bed was clean and made while a window allowed Kyale to see nature unfold from the comfort of her bedroom. "Feel free to look around, Brian. I'm sure that you will find something to your liking."

Kyale smiled as she put the diary away in the drawer before watching Brian examine everything; she decided, then, to allow him to just look around while she sorted some things out. "...This is where I sleep, Brian. It may not be like a palace bedroom but I like it anyways."

"It's cozy, it's nice."

Kyale smiled as she went through some photographs in the large album that she had on the desk with all the pictures being dated and sorted into groups with exquisite handwriting upon the backs. The album had golden writing on the front and the words were in the Ixanian language but it was not that hard to guess its purpose. "I took a lot of pictures back in Ixania and I've taken some here. Some of my pictures are of me spending time with my friends."

She took out one of them gently and showed it to her newfound friend. "Here's me with some of my friends back in Ixania; we were simply enjoying the countryside together that day since our farms were relatively close and we didn't have to go that far to get to see one another; I can still remember those days well.....I hope I can see them all again. Anywho, would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Your plots are located in rural cental Foreland. About 600 acers for your use. It's about an hour outside the city but there is a small town nearby."

"Excellent. Thank you for your help."

Bodæcur called out to his syndicate in Englex, and they set out for a train that took them as close as it could to their plots. They walked the rest of the way.

The heads of households convened while children played on the virgin land that would soon become fields of living gold under the tender agrarian hands of the Englev. The teenage boys began games of fieldball, while the girls gossiped in the shade of the scattered trees.

After a few hours of voting and deliberation, the plots of land had been assigned, and a rough timeline for the construction of a church, school, and administrative office was drawn up. The party disperesed somewhat, as families wandered off to their own properties. Women started fires and began to cook, while men pitched tents for the night. The Kiravians would begin building their homes in the next few days, after they had settled in properly and surveyed their private domains.

OOC: Foreland, could you tell me a bit about your nation, i.e. the status of language, education, religion. To what degree would the Kiravians be left to their own devices? Also, how would the neighboring 'native', if you will, Forelanders feel about the tall, pallid, Coscivian-speaking newcomers?

Kyale smiled as she went through some photographs in the large album that she had on the desk with all the pictures being dated and sorted into groups with exquisite handwriting upon the backs. The album had golden writing on the front and the words were in the Ixanian language but it was not that hard to guess its purpose. "I took a lot of pictures back in Ixania and I've taken some here. Some of my pictures are of me spending time with my friends."

She took out one of them gently and showed it to her newfound friend. "Here's me with some of my friends back in Ixania; we were simply enjoying the countryside together that day since our farms were relatively close and we didn't have to go that far to get to see one another; I can still remember those days well.....I hope I can see them all again. Anywho, would you like something to eat or drink?"


"These are all nice photos. I would keep these in a small safe. I don't want to be alarming to you, but Forelad has some nasty weather at times. I would hate for your treasures to get lost. Sorry I don't want to be glum I mean the odds are wide but still..." He quickly changed over. "I would like something to drink. Any thing is okay."

"Excellent. Thank you for your help."

Bodæcur called out to his syndicate in Englex, and they set out for a train that took them as close as it could to their plots. They walked the rest of the way.

The heads of households convened while children played on the virgin land that would soon become fields of living gold under the tender agrarian hands of the Englev. The teenage boys began games of fieldball, while the girls gossiped in the shade of the scattered trees.

After a few hours of voting and deliberation, the plots of land had been assigned, and a rough timeline for the construction of a church, school, and administrative office was drawn up. The party disperesed somewhat, as families wandered off to their own properties. Women started fires and began to cook, while men pitched tents for the night. The Kiravians would begin building their homes in the next few days, after they had settled in properly and surveyed their private domains.

OOC: Foreland, could you tell me a bit about your nation, i.e. the status of language, education, religion. To what degree would the Kiravians be left to their own devices? Also, how would the neighboring 'native', if you will, Forelanders feel about the tall, pallid, Coscivian-speaking newcomers?


(OOC: Well I'd be happy to answer any questions you have, just telegram me some questions you have. I work better when I have something to go off rather than trying to summon vague ideas. It's just me. ^^)

"Kirav has claimed a pretty big sum." Some of the Prince aids briefed.

"Remember, we said anyone could claim as much and as little land as they asked." Brian said. "I think we can welcome all Kiravian settlers into Foreland, I'm sure we have little to fear. Molly?"

"Yes big brother?"

"As our Princess, why don't you go and greet our new arrivals."

"I'd be happy to!" Like that she mounted a horse and set off to welcome all from Kirav

"These are all nice photos. I would keep these in a small safe. I don't want to be alarming to you, but Forelad has some nasty weather at times. I would hate for your treasures to get lost. Sorry I don't want to be glum I mean the odds are wide but still..." He quickly changed over. "I would like something to drink. Any thing is okay."

OOC: Motokata...I think that there are also other Ixanian familes in Foreland as well; Kyale's family was just one of them.

".....We always make sure to protect our valuables when the need arises, Your Highness, and I would hope that you tell my parents about the weather so they know how to prepare more better for it. I can get you a glass of water....and you can call me Kyale from now on."

After several minutes, Kyale returned with a glass of water and a smile. "...Here you go! Drink up!"

(Right)

"Please, call me Brian." He slowly sipped the water. "It's custom, when someone offers a drink, you drink it slow. And your fresh well water is wonderful."

(Right)

"Please, call me Brian." He slowly sipped the water. "It's custom, when someone offers a drink, you drink it slow. And your fresh well water is wonderful."

"...I'm glad that you like the water I've brought for you, Brian, and we can get more if you would like some more later on. There's also some food you could have if you are hungry or what not. In this farm, I often inspect the crops to make sure they are growing properly."

"You'll be a fine farmer if you stay as one."

"You'll be a fine farmer if you stay as one."

"....I don't know what my future entails but if I end up as a farmer then I hope I have a good time being one!"

Kyale smiled as she led Brian to the crops while the rest of her family were relaxing inside the house. Kyale took Brian to one of the fields and they stood over the blossoming crops as Kyale began to show Brian how to inspect them properly without damaging them. It made her look happy, it seemed. "....All of our crops here look quite good, Brian, and I must say that it's a real honor meeting you. I've never met a prince before....I originally thought you were a farmer like me."

Kyale felt like looking into his eyes for a moment. "....Would you mind if I took a picture of us together to send back to my friends and so that I would have something to remember you?"

"....I don't know what my future entails but if I end up as a farmer then I hope I have a good time being one!"

Kyale smiled as she led Brian to the crops while the rest of her family were relaxing inside the house. Kyale took Brian to one of the fields and they stood over the blossoming crops as Kyale began to show Brian how to inspect them properly without damaging them. It made her look happy, it seemed. "....All of our crops here look quite good, Brian, and I must say that it's a real honor meeting you. I've never met a prince before....I originally thought you were a farmer like me."

Kyale felt like looking into his eyes for a moment. "....Would you mind if I took a picture of us together to send back to my friends and so that I would have something to remember you?"

"Go right ahead. I just wish I was wearing my formal attire to prove to your friends that I am who I am. But you are still welcome to take a photo."

"Go right ahead. I just wish I was wearing my formal attire to prove to your friends that I am who I am. But you are still welcome to take a photo."

"...Perhaps I could visit your palace sometime? I could come with my camera and we can take the picture then. In fact.....is it possible to visit your palace now?"

"...Perhaps I could visit your palace sometime? I could come with my camera and we can take the picture then. In fact.....is it possible to visit your palace now?"

Brian looked at the sky. "Well now...It looks like a storm is coming. I don't think your parents would like it too much me taking you out in the rain and wind. Tell you what, you are welcome to come tomorrow though. Bring your camera and you can take as many pictures as you like. You'll also get to see my sister."

Brian looked at the sky. "Well now...It looks like a storm is coming. I don't think your parents would like it too much me taking you out in the rain and wind. Tell you what, you are welcome to come tomorrow though. Bring your camera and you can take as many pictures as you like. You'll also get to see my sister."

"...I would not mind traveling to your palace despite a storm but I understand. You are more than welcome to pick me up tomorrow and I'll remember to bring my camera. I hope you have a safe journey back home, Brian."

"...I would not mind traveling to your palace despite a storm but I understand. You are more than welcome to pick me up tomorrow and I'll remember to bring my camera. I hope you have a safe journey back home, Brian."

"Thanks. Sleep well tonight."

it was a pretty heavy night of rain, thunder and lightning. The family sat down to dinner and prayed. They asked Kyalee to tell them more about the Prince.

"Thanks. Sleep well tonight."

it was a pretty heavy night of rain, thunder and lightning. The family sat down to dinner and prayed. They asked Kyalee to tell them more about the Prince.

OOC: You shouldn't RP as my characters. :p

Kyale watched the prince as he went off to his palace for a while before she went inside to see that it was raining quite heavily after she finished a hearty dinner with her family which was spent talking about the prince and how Kyale was quite fond of him. When she went to bed that night, she wrote in her diary about how she loved meeting the prince; she soon got into bed and fell asleep as the rain continued to pour down upon her family's farm.

OOC: You shouldn't RP as my characters. :p

Kyale watched the prince as he went off to his palace for a while before she went inside to see that it was raining quite heavily after she finished a hearty dinner with her family which was spent talking about the prince and how Kyale was quite fond of him. When she went to bed that night, she wrote in her diary about how she loved meeting the prince; she soon got into bed and fell asleep as the rain continued to pour down upon her family's farm.

(I wasn't, I was meerely pushing your incidents)

The rain let up the following morning, a fine mist had encircled the farm. Kyale prepared to set off.

In the palace Brian and Molly prepared. Brian dressed in a nice suite Molly in lovely purple dress with a small diadem on her head.

"She sounds really nice, Brian."

"She is."

"Well, are you going to marry her?"

"M-Molly, please!"

"Come on big bro, you are just like Papa. Remember he and mother, hoplessly romantic and inlove at your age? Married quickly?! You know the story. And you know you had the dream that your suitor would be exotic."

"It was just a dream."

"Just a dream, or your vision? Don't forget...."

"The vision of Prince Antilles who previsioned in a dream that he would marry the Bounty Hunter Alita the leader of the Coup of 1800. I know Molly, I know the history."

"I saw how you looked out at the storm last night, with care and worry."

"I care and worry for all the farmers in heavy storms."

"But her especially."

"Is our carriage there?"

"It should be arriving at her property now, sir."

"Thanks."

Brian adjusted his suite.

At Kyale's farm she was picked up by the Royal Company.

"Miss, the Prince awaits at the palace."

(OOC: Well I'd be happy to answer any questions you have, just telegram me some questions you have. I work better when I have something to go off rather than trying to summon vague ideas. It's just me. ^^)

"Kirav has claimed a pretty big sum." Some of the Prince aids briefed.

"Remember, we said anyone could claim as much and as little land as they asked." Brian said. "I think we can welcome all Kiravian settlers into Foreland, I'm sure we have little to fear. Molly?"

"Yes big brother?"

"As our Princess, why don't you go and greet our new arrivals."

"I'd be happy to!" Like that she mounted a horse and set off to welcome all from Kirav


OOC: Will do. Expect a telegram soon.
IC:

Nóh Kéhnra, Foreland

The first day had dawned since the Englev had arrived. Most of them gathered ad Bodæcur's farm for a Senéhant , a community ritual that had been passed down through Englev society for centuries upon centuries.

Afterwards, the settlers dispersed, heading back to their homesteads. They spent hours wandering about their land, inspecting the soil, visualising where fields and fences would be placed, and enjoying the feeling of property and dominion that their ancestors had felt when they first settled in Coscivia thousands of years ago.

It was high noon, and most of the Kiravians were eating a lunch of a particularly crunchy bread peculiar to their people when Bodæcur's youngest son ran to each of the farms.

"Fer what d'ye come?" asked Paras Caracht, a particularly irritable yet benevolent farmer.

"Father says a Forelandic princess is callin' Chemrin's farm! He wants everyone to come!"

As the oy made his rounds, families began making their way down dirt paths towards Chemrin's farm. All were excited. They couldn't believe that a princess would ever come to them. Never had that happened since the Englev had lost their own nobility. Politicians often came to them, for votes of course, but royalty? It was unheard of.

OOC: Will do. Expect a telegram soon.
IC:

Nóh Kéhnra, Foreland

The first day had dawned since the Englev had arrived. Most of them gathered ad Bodæcur's farm for a Senéhant , a community ritual that had been passed down through Englev society for centuries upon centuries.

Afterwards, the settlers dispersed, heading back to their homesteads. They spent hours wandering about their land, inspecting the soil, visualising where fields and fences would be placed, and enjoying the feeling of property and dominion that their ancestors had felt when they first settled in Coscivia thousands of years ago.

It was high noon, and most of the Kiravians were eating a lunch of a particularly crunchy bread peculiar to their people when Bodæcur's youngest son ran to each of the farms.

"Fer what d'ye come?" asked Paras Caracht, a particularly irritable yet benevolent farmer.

"Father says a Forelandic princess is callin' Chemrin's farm! He wants everyone to come!"

As the oy made his rounds, families began making their way down dirt paths towards Chemrin's farm. All were excited. They couldn't believe that a princess would ever come to them. Never had that happened since the Englev had lost their own nobility. Politicians often came to them, for votes of course, but royalty? It was unheard of.

Molly dressed in her Princess outfit dismounted her horse. "Greetings, welcome to Foreland, I'm Princess Molly."

Bodæcur extended his hand to Princess Molly, "It is an honour to meet ye, Yer Highness." [Englev, when speaking English, tend to have a Scottish/Irish accent]

"Yer coontry has been most hospitable to us durin' this time."

Bodæcur extended his hand to Princess Molly, "It is an honour to meet ye, Yer Highness." [Englev, when speaking English, tend to have a Scottish/Irish accent]

"Yer coontry has been most hospitable to us durin' this time."

"I'm so happy. And my big Brother will too. He's the Prince of the country, but he's a bit tied so he asked me to welcome you on a good will. We are happy you have come to Foreland to settle on our rich farmland. We hope everything will be to your liking and you hard work will bring much prosperity to your selves and our country."

"As do we. Your country is rich and fertile. We can do very well here, which shall no doubt bring prosperity to this land."

"As do we. Your country is rich and fertile. We can do very well here, which shall no doubt bring prosperity to this land."

"Wonderful to hear. What can we provide for you that you need?"

At Kyale's farm she was picked up by the Royal Company.

"Miss, the Prince awaits at the palace."

Kyale's family was amazed to see that their little girl was going to be a guest at the palace of the Prince of Foreland which was an unexpected honor highly valued by these Ixanian immigrants. It was not every day that a commoner not only meets a prince in the attire of a peasant but also is able to visit that same prince's palace. Her parents and brother wished her well as she got into the carriage that pulled up in front of the farm house where she lived. With her camera in hand, Kyale looked out the window and smiled. Today would be an eventful and hopefully good day.

Kyale's family was amazed to see that their little girl was going to be a guest at the palace of the Prince of Foreland which was an unexpected honor highly valued by these Ixanian immigrants. It was not every day that a commoner not only meets a prince in the attire of a peasant but also is able to visit that same prince's palace. Her parents and brother wished her well as she got into the carriage that pulled up in front of the farm house where she lived. With her camera in hand, Kyale looked out the window and smiled. Today would be an eventful and hopefully good day.

After the pleasent ride she arrived at the palace. "Welcome Madam, to Forelandic Palace."

Brian welcomed her. "Thank you for comming."

Kyale chose to wear a modest farm girl's dress for her visit to the Prince's palace and was pretty much still amazed that she was given a chance at all to visit it because she had never once been invited to the palace of a foreign prince who, she thought, could actually be a leader of Foreland if not the leader although, if Brian was literally the national leader, she would have been rather amazed. Not many nations would entrust full power and authority to a underage prince. She didn't focus on that though but rather focused on how fun it would be to see the palace. When she finally arrived, the first thing she did was take a picture of the palace. She looked so happy that she nearly ran into the palace at first only to show some restraint and calmly walk inside. When she noticed Brian, she curtseyed and smiled. "It's a pleasure to be here and to see you again. Look, I brought my camera! It's time for us to have a picture!"

Kyale chose to wear a modest farm girl's dress for her visit to the Prince's palace and was pretty much still amazed that she was given a chance at all to visit it because she had never once been invited to the palace of a foreign prince who, she thought, could actually be a leader of Foreland if not the leader although, if Brian was literally the national leader, she would have been rather amazed. Not many nations would entrust full power and authority to a underage prince. She didn't focus on that though but rather focused on how fun it would be to see the palace. When she finally arrived, the first thing she did was take a picture of the palace. She looked so happy that she nearly ran into the palace at first only to show some restraint and calmly walk inside. When she noticed Brian, she curtseyed and smiled. "It's a pleasure to be here and to see you again. Look, I brought my camera! It's time for us to have a picture!"

"Great. There is also a State Photographer here as well." He paused with her for a moment as another photo was snapped of the two of them. "Come in, I'll give you the grand tour. Or we'll give you the grand tour. This is my sister Molly."

"It's nice to meet you." Molly said.

"Great. There is also a State Photographer here as well." He paused with her for a moment as another photo was snapped of the two of them. "Come in, I'll give you the grand tour. Or we'll give you the grand tour. This is my sister Molly."

"It's nice to meet you." Molly said.

"It is nice to meet you, Molly, and I look forward to seeing a grand tour of this lovely palace. Let's go, Brian!"

"It is nice to meet you, Molly, and I look forward to seeing a grand tour of this lovely palace. Let's go, Brian!"

Brian toured her through the Private Royal Family wing of the palace. "These are really designed for very large families, including the State Nobels. That's the reason the Palace Grounds are so massive."

"Sometimes it's like a small city. But hey, no better place to be during a twister than here." Molly joked.

"You see up there, that balcony, that's my room, Molly is right next to mine."

"We should do a sleepover sometime!" Molly exclaimed.

"Molly loves slumber parties." Brian said.

"I do."

"Moving on..."

They moved from the Private Family Grounds Grounds to the State Grounds. This is where the Forelandic Congress Meets. For six weeks every day, except Sundays and National Holidays, and every month. I sit there to oversee it, that is usually on the Last Day of Business, which is the time for voting."

"It's really dull...."

"But it's part of my duty, Molly. Go ahead take as many pictures as you want."

"Wonderful to hear. What can we provide for you that you need?"

"Your nation has already been generous enough to allow us to settle here. We wouldn't want to impose."

"Your nation has already been generous enough to allow us to settle here. We wouldn't want to impose."

(ooc: I'm back!)

"Well very well, just let us know if you need assistance. We Forelanders pride our selves on our compassion for our neighbors. "I would also very much love to see how your land claims are prospering, if you would so kindly give me a tour."

(ooc: I'm back!)

"Well very well, just let us know if you need assistance. We Forelanders pride our selves on our compassion for our neighbors. "I would also very much love to see how your land claims are prospering, if you would so kindly give me a tour."

"Aye. Right this way, Your Highness."

"Aye. Right this way, Your Highness."

Molly followed in trail.

Bodæcur lead the Princess to Reamin's plot, the most developed thus far.

"Sèr Reamin is the most industrious man in the community He was born in Anglin, and worked on a prison farm for ten years before immigrating to Kirav, where he became a mechanic and a farm labourer," said Bodæcur.

Reamin came out from his house and bowed to Princess Molly.

"Your Majesty, it is an honour to have you on my humble farm."

"And it's an honour to be here."

"Come. See what we have built so far."

Reamin showed the Princess his half-constructed cabin, the temporary fence marking out his claim, and a lean-to storage shed.

"I also intend to, as things progress, build a subsistory mill along the stream, and homes for my farmhands."