Latin Byzantines
11-12-2008, 17:49
OOC: Long before I had Neo-Ixania, I had been RPing as Latin Byzantines. It was my attempt to create a nation out of a combination of the Byzantine and Latin Empires (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_Empire). After some consideration, I've decided to resurrect Latin Byzantines for use here on the forums. Please keep in mind that I've retconned Latin Byzantines as it was prior to this thread but the marriage between an LB citizen and Kurona's current monarch shall be kept going; the rest of the stuff is retconned, though. To Xanadou nations that may be reading this thread, Latin Byzantines is more than willing to renew relations. To nations that have no knowledge about Latin Byzantines, this thread is your chance to change that. Finally, on another note, I'd like to say that Aresium and Neo-Spensonia, two nations I once had, will not be used anymore. This will be the last nation I'm going to use here. Yeah, I know, I'm horrible with nation management and, to be honest, I feel a tad guilty about it. I just get a bit over the edge with nations. Damn my constant involuntary cultivation of ideas! I hope you don't get a bad image of me. Now, let us proceed, shall we? Kurona, if you are reading this thread, then I do hope you'll allow Latin Byzantines to get back in Xanadou. The side story of Manuel IV's marriage to the secretary will be visible in future threads.
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IC: Some nations go into isolation never to return. They depart from the world for a variety of reasons whether it be some religious belief that makes them think the world is too evil or a political belief that emphasizes self-sufficienty and cultural conservation to the point that even an embassy exchange is anathema. One of the nations that went into isolationism was the Greco-Frankish Empire which had been formed centuries ago when Greeks and Western Europeans forgave each other for the years of hatred and settled down to make a nation while their brethren back in Europe were slaughtering each other from the Bay of Biscay to the Golden Horn.
New Constantinople had been the capital of the land since its foundation with the Byzantine style bureaucracy keeping a centralized control of the nation under the Crown and those under it. The citizens bowed before the Emperors with ardent devotion despite ideologies like Communism and Armed National Republicanism being influential in the political world. The past Emperor died after making a negative comment about Communism, it had been said, and so his son took over with the usual pomp and jubilation that one would usually associate with a coronation. In this nation, monarchy was the norm and some people even said that if you didn't like it then you could always emigrate and find a republic to live in. The new Emperor was blessed with the name of Manuel IV after three Emperors of old who had that name; Manuel IV was a sturdy man who looked more like a lumberjack while speaking more like a university professor but, despite these unusual traits, the people loved him. He was young, about twenty six, and he had been known for having an interest in international diplomacy which, he said, had been sorrowfully neglected.
Manuel IV's government's first act of power would be the reintroduction of his nation to the world in the hopes that it would be given the friendships it desired and that it could reestablish contact with Kurona. Manuel IV knew that one of his nation's own had successfully married the Princess there and it made him remind himself to find himself a woman some day but getting into bed with some foreign royal girl could wait. Making his nation visible in the world was far more important in his mind. While he had his foreign ministry send out some typical message, Manuel IV decided to write to Tomoyo Weaver himself from one royal to another royal. The letter was even handwritten with the Great Seal of the Empire put upon red wax. He knew how to use E-Mail but he kind of had an inclination to be somewhat rooted in tradition. The message was simple, straightforward: "Your Highness, our nations have always been close despite the isolation that occured during the last days of my father's reign. It is of my opinion, and that of my government, that the renewal of relations between us is most certainly a proper action."
Manuel IV took the letter in to be sent using the medium of his secretary who he admired for her devotion to work but, indeed, he had another reason to admire this woman. Although he knew the bureaucrats probably wouldn't want him marrying a commoner who would taint the illustrious bloodline into which he was born, he had cared little for their opinions whenever he slept with her during the nights they were "working on a project" which he masked as being something related to the end of isolation. Manuel IV loved this woman. She loved him. It was decided that they would seek marriage when the opportunity presented itself and that they would rely on Manuel's supporters to prevent challenges to it.
On the night that Manuel's letters was sent, he sat at the fireplace of his palace with the woman at his side. The fire burned rapidly and provided plenty of warmth. They had just come back from a winter gala and had luckily been able to mask their love in nothing more than the Emperor feeling his secretary ought to enjoy the finer pleasures. He looked into the fire and smiled. "After this whole isolation thing is dealt with, I'm going to force the recognition of our intent to marry, my love. After all, I am the Emperor, and they can't do jack shit in this regard. Let them worry about the blood. It's just some grandiose metaphor, after all, concocted to keep the citizens in line."
The woman laughed before peppering her royal lover with some kisses; Manuel always craved feeling the honey flavor of her luscious lips upon his own. "When we marry, I'll provide you with many children, Fortune willing, or at least just one who'll be able to continue the dynasty for another generation." Protection had been used whenever Manuel and his lady felt in the mood; a premarital pregnancy would spark a chain of events Manuel did not want to see happen for obvious reasons.
Manuel smiled while his hands held his lady love close to him; the carnal urge inside of him was growing steadily and he began to make his move while speaking with a grin: "Even if you don't have children, I'll love you. Besides, one of my brothers could take the throne if I don't have children. One of their children could. I wouldn't mind a bunch of little feet running rampant around the palace with a bunch of little hands taking hold of every single item and trinket....but I would not let the lack of children prevent me from loving you. I still remember when we first got down to business....back in my office....."
The two eventually got down to business like they had many times before; not really thinking about how premarital sex could have been a sin. Manuel wasn't a religious man though he respected the ethics of religion. He was a certified agnostic, after all, while his lady's background was unknown. Amidst her giggling, he carried her to his bedroom while a royal guardsman told another: "Yep, they're at it again. Damn....why must the Emperor get more blessings? He's got money, wealth, and a gorgeous broad. Fuck....if I could at least have a broad waiting for me.....damn."
In the same city as the lovebirds, William de la Roche began to look over his notes since he was the foreign minister in charge of this whole project. He was a middle aged man, in his late thirties, and had been a nobleman who not only started a family with a lingerie model but who also had been quite well known for his patriotic tendencies with evidence including verbal support for the Crown and Nation. Looking over a picture of his wife, for a moment, he took the notes from his desk and went out to the limosuine waiting for him as the snow fell to the ground. His wife would probably be at home with the kids, waiting to tell him all about the day, waiting for him to possibly be in the mood for some romance or at least to spend time with the kids like he usually did. William wondered, as the limosuine sped towards his home, if his daughter replaced the tea cups he accidentally broke when he tripped in her room. He laughed. He didn't mind taking part in her tea parties. "I just hope the message I sent out today gets to the leaders of the world favorably; the Emperor really is looking forward to a day when our nation is, once again, known by everyone....or at least just by nations in Xanadou. I overheard, once, that the Ryou Black Islands are under Kanamian administration. Meh, we don't need to care about that. Let Romney or whoever rules there deal with it."
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IC: Some nations go into isolation never to return. They depart from the world for a variety of reasons whether it be some religious belief that makes them think the world is too evil or a political belief that emphasizes self-sufficienty and cultural conservation to the point that even an embassy exchange is anathema. One of the nations that went into isolationism was the Greco-Frankish Empire which had been formed centuries ago when Greeks and Western Europeans forgave each other for the years of hatred and settled down to make a nation while their brethren back in Europe were slaughtering each other from the Bay of Biscay to the Golden Horn.
New Constantinople had been the capital of the land since its foundation with the Byzantine style bureaucracy keeping a centralized control of the nation under the Crown and those under it. The citizens bowed before the Emperors with ardent devotion despite ideologies like Communism and Armed National Republicanism being influential in the political world. The past Emperor died after making a negative comment about Communism, it had been said, and so his son took over with the usual pomp and jubilation that one would usually associate with a coronation. In this nation, monarchy was the norm and some people even said that if you didn't like it then you could always emigrate and find a republic to live in. The new Emperor was blessed with the name of Manuel IV after three Emperors of old who had that name; Manuel IV was a sturdy man who looked more like a lumberjack while speaking more like a university professor but, despite these unusual traits, the people loved him. He was young, about twenty six, and he had been known for having an interest in international diplomacy which, he said, had been sorrowfully neglected.
Manuel IV's government's first act of power would be the reintroduction of his nation to the world in the hopes that it would be given the friendships it desired and that it could reestablish contact with Kurona. Manuel IV knew that one of his nation's own had successfully married the Princess there and it made him remind himself to find himself a woman some day but getting into bed with some foreign royal girl could wait. Making his nation visible in the world was far more important in his mind. While he had his foreign ministry send out some typical message, Manuel IV decided to write to Tomoyo Weaver himself from one royal to another royal. The letter was even handwritten with the Great Seal of the Empire put upon red wax. He knew how to use E-Mail but he kind of had an inclination to be somewhat rooted in tradition. The message was simple, straightforward: "Your Highness, our nations have always been close despite the isolation that occured during the last days of my father's reign. It is of my opinion, and that of my government, that the renewal of relations between us is most certainly a proper action."
Manuel IV took the letter in to be sent using the medium of his secretary who he admired for her devotion to work but, indeed, he had another reason to admire this woman. Although he knew the bureaucrats probably wouldn't want him marrying a commoner who would taint the illustrious bloodline into which he was born, he had cared little for their opinions whenever he slept with her during the nights they were "working on a project" which he masked as being something related to the end of isolation. Manuel IV loved this woman. She loved him. It was decided that they would seek marriage when the opportunity presented itself and that they would rely on Manuel's supporters to prevent challenges to it.
On the night that Manuel's letters was sent, he sat at the fireplace of his palace with the woman at his side. The fire burned rapidly and provided plenty of warmth. They had just come back from a winter gala and had luckily been able to mask their love in nothing more than the Emperor feeling his secretary ought to enjoy the finer pleasures. He looked into the fire and smiled. "After this whole isolation thing is dealt with, I'm going to force the recognition of our intent to marry, my love. After all, I am the Emperor, and they can't do jack shit in this regard. Let them worry about the blood. It's just some grandiose metaphor, after all, concocted to keep the citizens in line."
The woman laughed before peppering her royal lover with some kisses; Manuel always craved feeling the honey flavor of her luscious lips upon his own. "When we marry, I'll provide you with many children, Fortune willing, or at least just one who'll be able to continue the dynasty for another generation." Protection had been used whenever Manuel and his lady felt in the mood; a premarital pregnancy would spark a chain of events Manuel did not want to see happen for obvious reasons.
Manuel smiled while his hands held his lady love close to him; the carnal urge inside of him was growing steadily and he began to make his move while speaking with a grin: "Even if you don't have children, I'll love you. Besides, one of my brothers could take the throne if I don't have children. One of their children could. I wouldn't mind a bunch of little feet running rampant around the palace with a bunch of little hands taking hold of every single item and trinket....but I would not let the lack of children prevent me from loving you. I still remember when we first got down to business....back in my office....."
The two eventually got down to business like they had many times before; not really thinking about how premarital sex could have been a sin. Manuel wasn't a religious man though he respected the ethics of religion. He was a certified agnostic, after all, while his lady's background was unknown. Amidst her giggling, he carried her to his bedroom while a royal guardsman told another: "Yep, they're at it again. Damn....why must the Emperor get more blessings? He's got money, wealth, and a gorgeous broad. Fuck....if I could at least have a broad waiting for me.....damn."
In the same city as the lovebirds, William de la Roche began to look over his notes since he was the foreign minister in charge of this whole project. He was a middle aged man, in his late thirties, and had been a nobleman who not only started a family with a lingerie model but who also had been quite well known for his patriotic tendencies with evidence including verbal support for the Crown and Nation. Looking over a picture of his wife, for a moment, he took the notes from his desk and went out to the limosuine waiting for him as the snow fell to the ground. His wife would probably be at home with the kids, waiting to tell him all about the day, waiting for him to possibly be in the mood for some romance or at least to spend time with the kids like he usually did. William wondered, as the limosuine sped towards his home, if his daughter replaced the tea cups he accidentally broke when he tripped in her room. He laughed. He didn't mind taking part in her tea parties. "I just hope the message I sent out today gets to the leaders of the world favorably; the Emperor really is looking forward to a day when our nation is, once again, known by everyone....or at least just by nations in Xanadou. I overheard, once, that the Ryou Black Islands are under Kanamian administration. Meh, we don't need to care about that. Let Romney or whoever rules there deal with it."