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In a breaking news story that leaked into the press just hours ago, while looking for oil in the Miroxian Territorial Waters, aspiring oild digger James Frankson struck his black gold at 3:08 pm. After searching for a long 30 years, he finally found his prize.

"Yes," he said in an interview, "I am glad that after 30 years, I found my prize."

It was revealed in that interview that James Frankson, 73, will set up five oil riggs 4 miles from the southern Miroxian coast. He has already incorporated his findings into what is now known as the "Mirox Oil Corporation". He plans to hand down the buisness to his son, 32-year-old Chris Frankson.

High Councilor Hartford Benson was caught for a quick interview about the situation before leaving to negociate more peace with the northern royalist. In the short paragraphs he gave us, his voice seemed concerned, and near the end of the interview, the word "Griffencrest" sparked near insanity among surrounding reporters. Sources close to Benson report that he is planning to reposses the corporation and put it under government control. He will then negociate with Griffencrest about the matter. Before this can happen though, a vote with the Miroxian Council will be in place.

I'm Veronica Willhem, Miroxia News.

To: The Owner of Griffencrest
From: High Coucilor Hartford Benson
Subject: Oil

It has come to my attention that a local Miroxian citizen has discovered some oil in southern Miroxian waters. Since I am currently waiting to negociate peace with north Miroxian royalists, I must make my e-mail short and sweet. Before we take military action for oil possesion, let me extend to you an invitation to the next meeting of the Miroxian COuncil, in which we will discuss this matter. Please reply.

-Hartford Benson

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Dear Mr. Benson,

We will send Jack Phoenixclaw to represent out company. Please tell us a good place to land.

Sincerely,

Claudius Griffincrest

Dear Claudius,

Thank you for responding. I have since finished peace talks with the royalists of North Miroxia. Mr. Phoenixclaw may land in Port Durant, the capital of Miroxia. There will be a man waiting for him with a sign saying "Griffencrest-Miroxian Ambassador". He will drive Mr. Phoenixclaw to the House of Council and will lead him into the main room. His will be right next to mine.

Thank you,

Hartford Benson

OOC: My apologies for taking so long, mind if we get right to the meeting?

IC:

Jack was finally in Miroxia, and made his way to the location of the meeting. Calmly, he walked into the room, took a seat at the table, and waited for Mr. Benson to appear.

ooc- sure.

As the 100 council members entered the hall, Hartford was not long behind as he took his seat right next to Mr. Phoenixclaw. The meeting would start shortly.

ooc- I just got home from vacation and am really tired, so I will get the beginnnig of the meeting posted later today or tomorrow.

OOC: Sounds good.

As the seats filled in the large room, the High Councilor stood up. Within three minutes, the room was silent and filled. Hartford cleared his throat as he straightened a stack of papers sitting on his desk. He took a sip of the coffee before him and held up his papers.

"Welcome all councilmen and women to our meeting today. Here with us to talk about the oil situation is Griffencrest representitive Mr. Jack Phoenixclaw," the High Councilor started. A small applause went around, but settled as he began: "So, the situation is that an old oil searcher, James Frankson, found oil about four miles off Miroxia's mainland coast. He has incorporated the findings into the Mirox Oil Company and has set up riggs along the coast."

He sipped his coffee and flipped pages as he went on. "He has sold over 70 barrels of oil for a whomping total of 1 million rupees (ooc- 4.5 million USD) overall. The government has since repossessed the company and its money for the time being and we wish to work out a contract with Griffencrest so we may avoid conflict. He then sat down and awaited for Mr. Phoenixclaw to reply.

Jack looked stunned "Seventy barrels...a million of your rupees? That is borderline obscene"

"Did I say 70? I meant 7K."

occ- sorry. I didn't realize how much that would be.

"I see..." Jack began.

"Griffincrest Oil Incorporated would like to begin moving into your nation. We also wish to take control of all known oil facilities within Miroxia. We can do much to alleviate the massive oil crisis you are experiencing here. We sell our oil for thirty dollars a barrel....a tremendous drop from the ridiculous prices you are currently paying. So, what do ya say...deal?"

"It seems reasonable."

"So we have a deal? If so, we will begin operations immediately"

"We do have a deal"

"Well that was easy enough...anything else?"