NationStates Jolt Archive

The morning came with the sound of doves flying passed the window. The time had come and everything was prepared , all of Elara seemed anxious for the arrival of their soon to be Empress. Roland arose from his bed , quite awake he had barely been able to sleep through the night.

Walking to the balcony Roland looked as he always had done , to the great Northern Mountains , they always gave him a sense of strength and courage. He then turned to get ready to greet the guests.

Downstairs the maids and butlers were making sure all was in place. They nervously checked everything multiple times as if one little thing went wrong they would all see the Arena.

Imperial Guards scoured the Capital , nowhere was unseen and the Capital was nearly shutdown by the IG , EP , EIA and EIS. All normal flights were not allowed to enter over New Berlin and Gentari Fighters made sure of this. No foreign naval vessels were allowed in Imperial waters at this time either for further security reasons all guests would have to fly in.

Around this time Roland walked down the stairs , silver polished crown sat atop his head. He was dressed in his noble attire , an Elarian suit that was at least 500 years old , Elarian fashion does not change that much over the years. The Elarian Sword at his side that carried his family crest as well as the old Elarian flag on its guard.

Admiral Hester came dressed in his finest military suit that was littered with medals. He walked up to Roland with a bow.

"Sire , Ive ordered the cancellation of the gladiatorial games across the Empire today as you requested."

"I thank you Admiral...."

Roland paused for a moment and walked over to the window , looked down and sighed.

"I do hope she likes Elara."

"Well if not m'lord you can always purchase a small bit of Adejaani waterfront and build a new capital there." Hester states as he walks over to Roland. Both men laugh as they look out to the city from the window.

Roland reaches for a comm on the wall next to him.

"Its time , sound them."

Roland walked to the massive doors to begin greeting guests as they arrived. At the same time in the Silver Towers of the Imperial Palace Elarian man dressed in armor step to the ledge and blow mighty horns to let all know that guests may start to arrive. Transmissions are sent to all friendly and allied nations to invite them to the wedding ceremony.

[From Synchronized: The Lady Daemon Speaks]

I am sending my Ambassador Android, Ambassador Kerlius I and her Cat Angel to your nation to the "Wedding" to (hopefully) open channels of friendship between our nations.

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Daemon (Also called The Lady)
There Is Only One, And The One Is Daemon
The Dominion of Synchronized

[The F-Thopter Over the Skies of Elara]

The small F-Thopter, a fusion powered aircraft flew high over the skies of Elara, a small craft about the size of a Helicopter in the shape of a sphere with a small but elegant engine on the back of the sphere that glowed a bright blue but gave off no exhaust other than steam from the intense heat the fusion reactor gave off when it came into contact with atmosphere.

Kerlius I was the pilot of the craft and other than for her cat was the only person in the F-Thopter. She didn't mind though, she never got tired as she was a pure android and there was still enough food for her cat to last him several more days but they were nearly at the "airport". After sending the proper signals to tower control the F-Thopter landed where Kerlius was told to land. After the spider legs extended as the F-Thopter landed and she touched down on the tarmak Kerlius used the Neural Controls to open the door of the F-Thopter, the entire front opened up, allowing her to step out with her cat flying right behind her, it's beautiful white wings shinning in the light.

Kerlius I looked like an eight year old girl with blond hair that you just knew would darken in later years, deep sad blue eyes, and the face of an angel. What broke this illusion however was the fact that her skin had a gold-tinge to it and she had two strange protrusions coming out between her shoulder blades.

Kerlius stepped away from the F-Thopter and used her Neural Controls to close the "door" of the F-Thopter and sealed it and set the failsafe, if anyone managed to open the "door" other than her the F-Thopter would explode. Kerlius petted her cat and whispered in a voice that was that of a little girl but had the hard bite of metal, "Tonight your going to get a bowl of milk." She then scratched his ears and the cat purred as he landed on the ground and folded his wings.


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Ambassador Kerlius I
There Is Only One, And That One Is Daemon
The Dominion of Synchronized

Lord Kitsu III, of Vulpes-Vulpes wanders almost aimlessly around the countyard, wondering where the
wedding is suppose to take place, and hopeing he isn't thought to be crashing. While it is true that his nation of Vulpes-Vulpes wasn't invited, it does ever so much want to open up to allys and possably trade. Kicking small stones and dust, he wanders looking for people, not factoring that it may be to early for guests to be showing up, yawning and trying to keep his formal suit, tail and ears all clean.

"Helllllo?" He says to no one in perticular.

With a flash a blue, seemingly appropriate due to the people they are visiting, the GDT Argo drops out of Sub-Space. Slowly, it approaches the planet keeping to registered pathways and flightpaths.

"Attention Elaran Flight Control, this is the GDT Argo, transporting Second Undersecretary to the Assistant of the Deputy Manager of Communication (basically, he's the second assistant to the assistant of the assistant to the head of Klonor communications). We have been invited and are here to attend the wedding of Emperor Roland. May we land?"

Counselor Lerathin of foreign affairs was walking down the marbled hallway of the Imperial senate when a frail old manservant approached him with a letter in hand.

"What is it my dear human?" He enquired politely, for although the Elves far outlived the few humans that lived within the nation in age, they still respect those who live to become elders within their race.

"Counselor, we have received an invitation from Elara, to attend a wedding ceremony that is being held between the Elara and Adejaani ", the old man coughed as he continued, "What is to be your reply?"

Pausing for thought, Lerathin murmured to himself, "Since we have yet to establish a diplomatic tie with the Elara, this could prove beneficial for trade and alliances"

Lerathin respond to the manservant quietly, "Tell them we are sending an ambassador to attend the wedding"

"And who shall it be my Counsellor?", The old man gazed expectantly.

He smiled, "It would have to be Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing of the House Of Tel Alorn, he is currently on maneuveres with his regiment in the ash deserts. Send him a wired message"

As Letharin turned to stride away, he glanced back at the manservant, "Oh, and tell him not to be late"

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Counselor Lerathin Of Foreign Affairs
Of The House Of Tel Shavas

The Kapital ship Scharhörst Enters Elaran Air space over New Berlin. The Craft is soon surrounded by Gentari fighters that escort it to theairport. Upon arival the LEader, Führer Samuel Von Deutchreich Step out in finest military dress. He is followed by his Feldmarschal Pluskat am Rheinhardt, and his SeeMArschal Admiral Kleid Turpitztz, and his Luft Marschal Hermann Goik. They march in unison towards the terminal where the Limo is waiting to pick up the group. Samuel, in the limo then reaches for the phone and rings his ship to bring in the present which is to be presented at the party. The limo drives on as the Führer anxiously talks with his fellow military leaders...

The Kapital ship Scharhörst Enters Elaran Air space over New Berlin. The Craft is soon surrounded by Gentari fighters that escort it to theairport. Upon arival the LEader, Führer Samuel Von Deutchreich Step out in finest military dress. He is followed by his Feldmarschal Pluskat am Rheinhardt, and his SeeMArschal Admiral Kleid Turpitztz, and his Luft Marschal Hermann Goik. They march in unison towards the terminal where the Limo is waiting to pick up the group. Samuel, in the limo then reaches for the phone and rings his ship to bring in the present which is to be presented at the party. The limo drives on as the Führer anxiously talks with his fellow military leaders...

Transmission Opened: Target: Diminion of Synchronized

"We are proud to see your people taking an interest in the Empire." "We are always eager to open diplomatic relations with other nations that could build into strong friendships and one day possibly alliance." "I look forward to the future and the arrival of the Ambassador."

-Emperor Roland Meridius
The Empire of Elara

Transmission Ended

A Silver Limo moves to pick up Ambassador Kerlius I and a tall Elarian gentlemen in a black suit opens the door for her and her feline friend.
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An Imperial Guard runs up to Lord Kitsu III and points his Plasma Rifle at him.

"HALT!" "Identify yourself!" "Keep those hands above your head!" "No sudden movements!"

The Imperial Guard takes one hand and pulls out the gentlemens ID and other papers. He sighs and lowers his Plasma Rifle.

"My apologies Lord Kitsu , security must be tight you understand." "Please follow me."

The Imperial Guard leads Lord Kitsu to the main entrance where they are inspected by several more Imperial Guards and an EIS Agent before they are allowed entry. As they enter Emperor Roland shakes the hand of Lord Kitsu.

"Welcome friend , Im glad you could attend this glorious occasion , please help yourself to refreshments whilst we wait for the others."

Roland leads Lord Kitsu to the main hall and then returns to the comm to respond to more incoming messages.

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Gentari Fighters move to intercept and lead the GDT Argo to the landing zone.

"GDT Argo this is Elarian Flight Control , you a clear , Gentaris will escort you in where a you will be brought by limo to the Imperial Palace."

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Transmission Opened: Target: Elvarin

"We await your ambassadors arrival with anticipation." "We would be happy to open up diplomatic relations between your people and ours." "May this be a great step towards the future." "A limo will escort the ambassador from the AirPort to the Imperial Palace when he arrives."

-Emperor Roland Meridius
The Empire of Elara

Transmission Ended

If it pleases the Emperor, we will send my youngest hatchling, Countess Ssaar, to attend the ceremony. She will arrive via manned Sweeper craft in 4 hours.

General Gaarm
Command Ship Komodo
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As the Limo reaches the Imperial Palace they are greeted by several Imperial Guards and an EIS Agent who checks their ID and papers and then allows then to enter the mighty Palace.

Roland walks up to his old comrade Samuel Von Deutchreich and shakes his hand whilst he leads him to the Main Hall.

"Its great to see you again my old friend , please feel free to have some refreshments or Elarian Ale whilst we wait for the rest of the guests to arrive."

After the warm welcome by the Elarians, the Führer and his staff sampled the fine finger foods like the cheese snacks and elarian ale. They were sure not to drink too much becasue how would that loook if some of the most powerfull men in the world get wasted 10min after theya rrive at a wedding.

Transmission Opened: Target: Sakkra

"It would honor us to have a Sakkran attend the wedding ceremony and finally open up diplomatic relations between our two peoples." "I await Countess Ssaars arrival with anticipation." "I also recieved your transmission about a trade agreement , something which will be seriously discussed."

-Emperor Roland Meridius
The Empire of Elara

Transmission Ended

Then it is agreed. She is on Sakkra Proper, and is enroute at the receipt of this message. Congratulations on your success at finding a suitable mate.

General Gaarm
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(Meanwhile, just outside of Elaran Air Traffic Control)
The Sweeper Drone normally is an AI controlled craft, armed to the teeth and ready to kill. But the Imperial Family's sometimes get them custom made from Hreer, for use as personal air conveyances. Such is the case with Countess Ssaar.

I wonder what manner of mating rituals these mammals practice? this should be most interesting to observe. "Sirrah, you are coming into Elaran Air Control t-minus 10. Advise sending requests for landing protocols and coordinates." The AI co-pilot, installed in case of some unfortunate accident, spoke in the native Dossk tongue.

"Very well. Send request."

A slightly scrambled message comes in to the Sakkran vessel as Gentari Fighters move to intercept and guide the ship in.

"Sakkran vessel this is Elarian Air Control , continue on your present course , we are transmitting exact coordinates as we speak , safe landings." "You will be greeted by transport when you land , this will take you to the Imperial Palace."

The Transmission Ends.

*Encrypted transmission from HIgh Minister Trelene of the Commonwealth of Valient to Elara

"I am Trelene of Valient, and am extending a wish that the President of Valient, Alexander Valient, be allowed to attend this beautiful union. I wish this for two reason.

1) This seems like an excellent opportunity to foster new relationships with many world leaders, including the emperor and the empress.

2) It will get the president on his feet again. He is till mourining the death of his wife and son, who were killed in an unfortunate war.

I will send my regards through Valient, and extend an invitation to you to visit once your marriage is over. We will of course send along a beautiful wedding gift."

HIgh-Minister Trelene
Valient

Transmission Opened: Target: Valient

"The Empire would be honored if you attended this glorious union." "We would of course love to open diplomatic relations , we are always looking for new friendships that could one day form an alliance and or trade partner." "I am sad to here of your loss , wounds heal with time my friend." "I only help that Elaras beauty can help mend some of those wounds in the time you stay with us during this occasion." "I look forward to your arrival."

-Emperor Roland Meridius
The Empire of Elara

Transmission Ended

Countess Ssaar's Sweeper unit approaches the airfield. The four turbo-thrust fanjets rotate to point to the ground, where a VTOL landing is made.

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She then exits the craft and stretches her slight (by Sakkran standards, anyway) frame. Brushing off her ceremonial gown of purple, contrasting slightly with her light-blue scaling, she looks around and spies the limo.

Approaching the limo, she eyes the driver from a height of 6'8".
"You are to convey me to the ceremony, yes? Let us go." Her accent is a bit thick, with the sound of hissing escaping with each word.

*High Minister Trelene watches the final bit of transmission from Meridious and smiles warmly. Here was a chance for Alexander to get out of the country and perhaps start healing, moving on.

Elara seemed like a very beautiful country, and a change of scenary might do good.

Trelene, already prepared with the presidents new tuxedo, walked into the presidential office, large smile plastered on his face. Though the invitation was already extended, it would not be easy to convince him to take it.

"Ahh, Alexander. You are looking much better today! Did you get a good rest?"

*Trelene was lying out of the side of his mouth. Valient looked very disheveled: his black hair was brushed awkwardly off of his forehead, his brown eyes had bags under them, and his pinkish complexion seemed more pale than usual.

"No, Trelene, and you know it. I'm a mess, and you know what... I don't care!"

"Ah, ah, Alexander. Remember, your people need to see you as a poiwerful leader, one who is in control of his emotions, one who can... move on from personal tragidies."

"Ahh, yes, my beautiful Valientonians. Am I failing them..."

*Alexander's chin quivered, as if he was about to cry. Trelene quickly continued, hoping to stop the torrent of tears before they start.

"Actually sir, you could do help your people by attending the wedding of the emperor and empress of Elara. I just arranged it, and the Royal Presidential Aircraft (RPA) is geared to go within the hour."

"But... look at me. I'm a mess, and I can't go... I... need time..."

"Yes, yes. You'll have enough time to get ready. COme, we must start right away!"

*Exactly 59 minutes later, Alexander Valient, president of Valient, stepped aboard the RPA Karianna, named for his beloved wife. Underneath his right arm, Alexander held a small, silver box. It was the official wedding present, which would be held secret until the recpetion was held.

As the plane taxied and took off from the Alexandria Airport, a full squadron of 12 escort Stealth Fighters joined the RPA. Alexander looked oout the windo, and saw the morning sun rise ever steadily in the Valient sky.

The limo driver bowed slightly , after all this was a Countess. He then opened the Limo door and allowed the lady in , shortly after they were off.

The morning sun was shown through the tinted windows of the car as it pulled into the gates of the Imperial Palace. After a quick inspection of papers and ID by the Imperial Guards and EIS Agents they were allowed access.

The Limo driver then opened the door to let the Countess out where she was greeted be Admiral Hester of the Elarian Imperial Navy.

"Greetings m'lady Im sorry the Emperor could not greet you personally hes taking care of a few matters right now before the wedding."

As the two walked inside the massive ivory colored doors with intricate silver linings and designs they continued to small talk. The two then walked to the main hall.

"Please help yourself to some Elarian Cuisine and some Elarian Ale if you so wish."

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As the RPA Karianna reached the beginings of Elarian Airspace six Gentari Fighters come down to guide the RPA to the New Berlin AirPort.

Out the window some of Elaras beauty could be seen.

The Rolling Hills.

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The Golden Coast.

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The Northern Mountains.

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"This is Elarian Air Control , you are clear." "Enjoy the ride , when you land a limo will pick you up and bring you to the Imperial Palace."

the land here is pleasant enough, if not a bit dry in the air. It will be enjoyable. "Thank you, Admiral Hester. It is good to see that not all mammals are as crude as some I have met."

She makes a mental note of the Admiral's dress uniform. "I see many pins of honor on your uniform. Do any have an interesting tale behind them?" She samples some of the fare on the banquet table.

"Nervous?" Natalya Harrington, the Empress-to-be bolted upright, but the newcomer waved her back down and took a seat himself. Doctor Mark Bunker was easily the oldest person within the Adejaani government, but he never drew attention to the fact. Though his portfolio was as Secretary of Defense, he was known to have no political allegiance, he spoke the truth and he did what he said. He was also someone that, when he spoke, everyone listened to and it was rumored he had as much Executive powers as the President.

"I remember when my little girl got married. Scared the hell out of her too." Bunker sat down, ignoring the curious look. His personal dossier listed a wife and several children and grandchildren. Apart from his wife (seen per the comings and goings at his personal residence) and a wedding ring, he'd never revealed his private life. "It's alright to be scared, your entire world is going to be torn asunder and starting afresh in one day. But don't worry about it, you'll be fine. And as acting Father of the Bride, I'll be here to hold your hand, figuratively speaking and literally."

After squeezing her shoulder in a fatherly manner, Bunker took an official car and boarded a C-77 Dasher type aircraft and was soon streaking across the skies above the speed of sound towards the Elaran capital, to make arrangements and to work out the protocol of what was to happen and lay out the groundwork. The city was already "dressed" for the occassion and Bunker hoped not to spend too much time squabbling over petty details before the wedding which would bring the two countries together.

OOC: Tag Elara, this is just a brief "protocol" discussion thing, so we don't embarrass each other's nations with our various customs. :wink:

Lord Kitsu, having been allowed inside and usher, quiet respectfully, into the proper courtyard, begins the same quest he always find himself on, when he's left his native lands. That of food and some lovelys. He smiles to himself at the politeness of the Elaraian leader, and then stops smileing at his shame of wondering what the bride-to-be looks like. Spoting snacks and refreshments, he brights up and then skips marrily for a bite to eat, hoping to at least overhear some fun gossip.

Kerlius 1 and her cat stepped into the limo and waited for the driver to take them to the wedding (she did close the door). Kerlius continued to stroke her pet gently and took a small amount of the emotion called pleasure as it purred.


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Ambassador Kerlius I
There Is Only One, And That One Is Daemon
The Dominion of Synchronized

Admiral Hester smiles as he looks at Countess Ssaar.

"Well m'lady I am honored to have recieved all of them , but alas each comes with a sad story." Hester points a black star medal.

"This I reicieved at the battle of Coral Pass about 300 years ago when the European Nations launched their wars of expansion and colonialism." "Our fleet was outnumbered five to one." "It was a turning point in our history." "You see my friend , you might say Elarians take the death of other Elarians very badly , these are friends we've known for hundreds and thousands of years." "Every battle is more costly for us than the enemy no matter if we only lose one Warrior."

"Forgive me , Im bringing up sad stories in a day which is to be a glorious and happy one."

Hester takes a swig of Elarian Ale.

"Tell me of yourself friend and your people." "After all we are new to each other."

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A Transmission from New Berlin reaches the C-77 Dasher , an upbeat almost hyper Elarian voice is heard.

"Hi!" "Welcome to Elara , now before you land theres just a few things we need to discuss Mister Secretary." "Now when you arrive none must see the bride." "Imperial Guards will escort yourself , the lovely bride and any helpers and or friends she may have brought for the occasion to a special dressing room where she will get ready for the wedding."

Sounds of pages being flipped is heard in the background.

"Alright once the Horns of the Silver Towers blow it will signal that the wedding is about to commense." "Her highness to be will then walk with yourself to the doors of the Great Hall , when the doors open you will walk down the lane through the line of Tel'Roth Knights." "You should then see infront of you Roland and the Priestess." "The Priestess will then ask you if you give the lady away openly and freely , if you refuse youll most likely be killed unless the Emperor pardons you but youll be forced to leave and never return to Elara." "Once you place the lady's hand in the hand of the Emperor you will bow walk two steps backwards andtake your seat." "The bride and groom will then get down on their knees infront of the Priestess , the Preistess will then ask if anyone rejects to the marriage if anyone says yes they are directly challenging the Emperor and the Emperor himself will most likely kill the person." "The ceremony will then begin once nobody challenges." "From then on the Priestess will perform the Ceremony , remember our ways and religion are not as yours so please dont jump up and start yelling when you see or hear something in the Ceremony that you dislike , it wouldnt be wise." "Well I think thats all that you need to know , oh yea when you enter the Tel'Roth will be standing , when the Lady leaves they will kneel to her symboling her ascendency to an almost godlike state." "Best of luck , safe landings."

At this time several Gentari Fighters come up in front and to the sides of the plane to guide it into New Berlin AirPort.

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The limo drove Ambassador Kerlius 1 to the gates of the Imperial Palace where as usual they were inspected for Papers and ID by the EIS Agents and Imperial Guards.

When the limo stops the driver then gets out and opens the door for Kerlius 1 where she is guided by an Imperial Guard to the Main Hall.

"Well met Ambassador I must be back to my duties now , please help yourself to the refreshments , welcome to Elara."

OOC: oh, Orion is at Saturn at a parade....Andromada will be hosing a conference, so I need her.....ok, I think I can send either Seta (a female Centaur) or Intar (a male Atlantian) but Intar is a bumbaling idiot and a warmonger....

IC: A large ship jumped into (where ever this is being held)
(To Elara:
Senator Seta wishes to view the wedding. Will you please allow me?)

The battered hull of an ancient corvette hoved into view of the Elarian heartland, its battle damaged appearance tells a tale of centuries of faithful service in defence of its homeland and empire.

With a sigh, Lionel glanced out as the land flashed by his port.

"Just because my Clan is famed for diplomacy, doesnt mean we all are natural diplomats", he complained quietly to himself.

There was unfinished business back home, with the pirates on the ascendent once again and the testing of their new equipment has yet to begun. But he was assigned this duty and by the honour of his house, he intend to do it right.

"Damn! I am too melachony, just because i havent found a woman yet", he grinned to himself, "Oh well, theres always his job he could married".

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The bridge of the corvette was abuzzed with activity as they approached the Elarian airbase.

Captain Desilva turned to his Armament officer, "Are all our weapons deactivated?", the officer nodded and Desilva continued, "Good, wouldnt want to be blown out of the sky because of some simple mistake".

Turning, he called out to the Communications officer, "Prepare to send out broadcast to the Elarian Air control requesting permission to land! And will somebody go and tell the Lord Colonel that we will be arriving to our destination soon".

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Flight Lieutenant Ilamir walked with suppressed excitement towards the famed seated figure of Lionel, the rows of medals and colour pins on the dark grey uniform on his idol a sharp contrast to his own uniform which was just plain empty.

"Sir", he coughed respectfully as he noticed the Colonel was gazing out into the port. A pair of the greenest eyes turned towards him in subdued authorithy.

"Yes? Have we made contact yet?", was the reply.

"Sir, we have and are awaiting a responce to our request to land"

The Colonel gave an amused smile, "Praise the emperor, I can finally stretch my legs and hand this wedding gift to their emperor", Lionel turned to the side and patted the cloth wrapped gift.

"A sword forged from the finest weaponsmiths of the Elvarin, double edged and finely balanced, the blade inlaid with gold dragon designs and runes of speed", Lionel eyes darkened, "I pray to all the gods and our own emperor that he may never have to use it"

*As Alexander Valient rode away from the airport in the luxerious limo supplied by the Elaran's, he glanced out of the window. He could see the Karianna and the 12 Stealth Escorts taxi and leave the airfield.

In the far end of the field, he could also see a corvette with Elvarin markings make a beautiful landing. Alexander wondered just how many diplomats would be in attendance at this wedding.

Alexander sighed. There was no turning back now.

Turning the small silver box over in his hands, he caught his reflection in the gleaming metal: His face was shaven, his eyes no longer had bangs under them, and his hair was perfectly coiffed.

"Hmmm," thought Alexander, "Kari would have been proud..."

He did not say another word. Beside him, his two Royal Guardsman exchanged glances, their ceremonial sabres clanking against their body armor. They have never seen their president this sad, and wished they could do something.

"Umm....." For possibly the first time in his life, Mark Bunker sat there speechless as the transmission from Elara came along. Taking off his glasses and stretching (despite the supersonic qualities of the aircraft, a flight was still a flight), he said to the Air Force technician, "Since we're about to land, radio to whoever's listening that I'd still like to speak to some sort of Government Official. The arrangements are fine, but we still need some long term arrangements. Shouldn't be too much hassle. Oh and send along that we are not the official party, just here to settle things. I'll be returning back over there and coming along as part of the official party. Here's a tip, ladies and gentlemen." Bunker's voice rang out through the aircraft and everyone listened. "If you want to look overly exhausted, not to mention being a fusspot because you're the one appointed to give the bride away, not to mention in charge of the team to discuss protocol between the two nations, plus several hours in the air. All I'm missing is the alcohol!" Bunker grinned, then strapped in for the final approach.

Transmission Opened:

"Atlantian vessel this is Elarian Flight Control , we relayed your message to the Imperial Palace the response was quick and to the point." "You are to land and be brought to the Imperial Palace as the Emperor has already reserved seats for the Atlantian Delegate."

Transmission Ended

Just then several Gentari Fighters move in and begin guiding the Atlantian vessel to the New Berlin AirPort.

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Transmission Opened:

"Elvarin vessel this is Elarian Flight Control you are clear to land." "Welcome to the Empire , the Emperor has sent a limo which will take you to the Imperial Palace."

Transmission Ended

The Limo Driver stood waiting he grew tired of the EIS checking him for ID and Papers every few minutes but he understood why the level of security had to be so high.

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"Wont be long now President Valient." Stated the Elarian Driver as they passed EIA patrols.

The car pulls up to the gates where they are checked for ID and Papers by EIS Agents and Imperial Guards.

After they are cleared and let through the car stops to let out the President and his two Royal Guards. A beautiful Elarian Woman slightly shorter than Valient greeted the men with a curtsey.

"Greetings m'lords , I am Tiana Vera'Teth his majesties Cultural Advisor." "If youll please follow me Ill escort you to the Great Hall."

Tiana leads the men through the massive doors of ivory and silver and they walk to the Great Hall. She then turns to Valient.

"Please make yourselves at home and enjoy some Elarian Cuisine."

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Transmission Opened: Target: Adejaani Craft

"This is Emperor Roland Meridius , you asked for a goverment official I thought who better than myself." "What is it that you wish to discuss?"

We offer our congratulations on this momentous occasion. May the union strengthen both your nations and bring much happiness to the bride and groom.

-Robert, Duke of Estalia
Foreign Secretary

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"Forgive me , Im bringing up sad stories in a day which is to be a glorious and happy one."

Hester takes a swig of Elarian Ale.

"Tell me of yourself friend and your people." "After all we are new to each other." [/img]

Countess Ssaar seems lost in thought for a moment. "Yes, hrrrrr. To lose old friends is always a matter of great gravity."

"My people do not live for thousands of years. The longest lived among us was 675 years of age. But we are warriors and explorers, placing great emphasis on honorable behavior in the battle-field. In the recent past, all duty was single-mindedly on the greater good of the Empire, but recent reforms have been holding sway on our people, making them more individualistic. But the traditions are still observed, as it is the fundamental glue that holds us together and binds us close."

She samples a bit of wine, and continues. "Many distrust us for our appearance. And this is fine. Others do not, and this is also fine. But now, we expand in many ways. In the mind....."With this she points a clawed hand to the top of her head. "....and with the Empire."

"Our history of conflicts is not long, since we prefer to meet on the battlefield of diplomacy and trade first."
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Hester nods.

"Our people have strong traditions as well , honor is paramount in our culture." "We are a Warrior Race."

"Our Armies have fought on countless battlefields on all frontiers." "I do not know of one Elarian who would not give their life for the Emperor and the Empire."

"Perhaps this woman that is to be Empress will bring something more to the Empire." "Something good I hope."

"Your people seem familiar in spirit to the Elarians , we do not place much weight on other races appearance but yet their deeds." "I see great future between our two peoples if diplomatic relations are upheld."

"Emperor Meridius." Bunker bowed from the hips gracefully and smiled once for the cameras, who snapped the occasion for the archives before waving them away. "Apart from on the battlefield, this is the first time our nations have officially met in an official capacity. Your reputation as a warrior precedes you, so mine say. The Sha'Ra conflict?" Bunker smiled thinly. Adejaani had never been a big player in conflicts, but in that one, Adejaani forces made up a good 20% of that coalition and fought and died alongside Elaran forces with dignity, honor and bravery. Indeed, the Adejaani Senior Commander had written back that Meridius himself had participated in that conflict.

"It is mostly a simple affair. We respect and acknowledge your customs regarding this ceremony and have been duly warned from earlier." Bunker began after the talk had moved to a small conference area. Elaran Ale was being served and while he was 'on duty', Bunker took a few sips, but found his head already swimming and resolved not to have too much more. "However, Empress of Elara or not, she is still an Adejaani citizen and daughter of the President. In the short term, for this ceremony, we respectfully request our Air Force be allowed to carry out fighter patrols above your capital and various liaisons with your security forces and Secret Service Agents there as well, in the thick of it." Bunker took another sip of Elaran Ale and coughed quietly. He was going to sleep well on the flight back......

"We generally require a 'walk with the crowd' after a brief speech after our delegation arrives. Taking photos, shaking hands with the assembled citizens there and so on. We also would like a public speech after the event, something about the cementing of bonds between our two nations etc.

"In the long term, as she's still the daughter of our President, she is entitled to Secret Service protection and is entitled to evacuation and various emergency protocols. In deference to your martial traditions and security, we are going to scale this back. But in addition to our current Embassy staff and detachment of Marines, we wish to permanently station a small (probably no more than ten) detachment of Secret Service agents here in the Palace or somewhere appropriate. We will also station two helicopters and a transport, as well as flight and ground crews for emergency evacuation of Miss Harrington, in the worst case scenario. We don't expect to call upon any of these, but governmental laws require it.

"We're pretty flexible to changes, but we've scaled down these measures considerably and you'd not even know they're there. These are just a few things that we consider necessary to safeguard our newest international citizen. Apart from these measures, do you have anything you wish Adejaani to do to, I don't know. Um..... Facilities or stationing people in Adejaani?"

Having spotted something entertaining, Kitsu III slowly slinks over to the Elarian Cultural Advisor.

"Why, hello miss." He chants, oozeing an odd attractive power. "My name is Lord Kitsu III, from the industrious upstart of Vulpes-Vulpes." He states, leaning down to kiss her hand, gently. "And who, prey tell, might you be, hmmm?"

He smiles, both charmingly, and evilly.

Rolands face became a little agitated as he listened to Bunkers words.

"I can agree to the Adejaani AF and Security to assist the Elarian Military on defense this day , but after the wedding is over and all guests leave they must return to Adejaani." "We would be breaking time honored tradition by allowing Adejaani Secret Service to aid the Imperial Guard in everyday defense of the Empress , but because I want the lady to feel comfortable this is something I will allow." "The Helicopters and Transport Ill allow as well , after all her safety is of the utmost importance." "I think Ive been very reasonable here Bunker , I ask nothing in return of Adejaani."

The lady curtseys Lord Kitsu III.

"I am Lady Tiana Vera'Teth , the Emperors Cultural Advisor." "Pleasure to meet you , Vulpes-Vulpes have not heard much from there recently , I hope all is well."

Der Führer reaches for the direct link to his home country(which is being carried by the FeldMarschal. He speaks:


"THis is Deutchreich, I need to know when my present shall be ready?"

"Sir, THe item is en route to Elara as we speak."

"Excellent, is my guard comming?"

"Yes, sir, she is on her way with the present. I can assure you sir, that item is the safest in the universe."

"And I hope it stayes that way"

"Yesir"

"Tschüss"

"Bye Sir!"

He hangs up the phone feeling more exceited than ever. This gift is a custom item created especially for Emperor Roland. He also loves the fact that his guard/lover Elläne Rommel is comming. They have been together for over 152 years, and nothig remotely bad has happened between them. He couldnt wait to introduce this woman to the Emperor, maybe even his wife and Elläne could be friends.

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Lord Kitsu III smiles again, more friendly.

"Yes, my dear, we are fine. We've just been focusing on inturnal affars recently, and, unfortantionaly, have let our international image slip. Sadly, few now have even heard of us, though I know that greatly pleases our elders. But not me. I love to travel and meet new...."He stops, chuckleing a little with faux-neriousness. "But that's enough about me. Please tell me about your self and you inlustrious country, Miss Vera'Teth. And may I say that Tiana Vera'Teth is, by far, the most lovely name I have ever heard, though it hardly does you justice."

Lord Kitsu cocks his head to one side, smileing, and then starts to wrap his tail around Miss Vera'Teth gently and playfully.

*Alexander Valient watched as Lord Kitsu III flirted not-so-subtly with the beautiful Tiana Vera'Teth of Elara. Even from where he stood, he could sense the raw pheromones from the Vulpenian, and he scowled.

Alexander took a glance at the Elaran ale in his hand and took a swig. He immediately grimaced, but the alcohol went straight to his head. Somehow, that made him feel better.

"Psst, its that tail she's interested in. Nothing more."

*It was strange, but Alexander felt an attraction for the very alluring Cultural Advisor. He felt a pang of jealousy, and then anger at himself for feeling the way he did when he saw the Vulpes-Vulpes delegate and her talk and laugh.

"What the hell am I doing here... I don't know anyone."

*There room was full of delgates from around the world, and Alexander felt terribly alone.

He got up and went for another drink.

The Führer was feeling a little lonely wiht his own little entourage. His mistriss is still 2hours away and the rest of the World leaders were seeming to avoid him. He hasn't seen Emperor Roland anywhere, and he woners to himself: "Dang, democratic leaders aren't very nice..."

In a sudden flash of bright light close to the location the event is supposed to take place, a man in a purple robe came. He was exhausted, but he was there, where he was supposed to be. He handed a letter to one of the Elarans who was apparently waiting for people to come there, which said:

I, the Arch Censor of the Ermorian empire greet you.

This man, Tarchon Avius, was sent to your nation with the intention to be a guest, to witness the marriage. If you are wondering how we learned of this event, it was through the chaotic strands of the Astral plane. We, of course, also wish to know more of the outside world. You are the first ones we have ever contacted of those outside the Continent.

And for your upcoming marriage, congratulations. May it be a long and blissful one. I am not well enough attuned to the Arcana to come there and see it myself.

Signed,

Lordean Naal, the Arch Censor of the Holy Empire of Ermor

Then, the man waited for an answer.

Tiana felt the tail touch her , Elarian Ladies were not just mere harlots , they were Warrior Maidens. She unsheaves her Elarian Sword faster than the eye can see and places it to Kitsu's throat.

"What do you take me for?" "Now Im going to put this sword back before I do something that might hurt diplomatic relations."

She sheaves her sword and walks over to sit at a table. Admiral Hester seeing what has just occured walks over to Lord Kitsu and hands him an Elarian Ale.

"Looks like you got a cut there , take a swig itll help the pain." "My friend Elarian Women are different from those of your lands." "I trust youll be more careful from now on."

The Führer and his men see this act and start to alugh at Lord Kitsu. Even as unpolite as it may seem, it was still funny as hell. Feldmarschal Rheinhardt excuses himself and walks over to where Admiral Hester.

"Well, mah' boy, i see you've found what happens when you touch an Elarian women eh? I gotta admit that is quite entertaining... So Hester my good man long time no see!"


Rheinhardt is trying to be polite as to start a long conversation, trying to avert extreme bordom

"Hurmpf. Clearly. I don't see what her probelm was anyway. I ment her no disrespect. Thank by the way sir." Politely sipping the ale, Lord Kitsu continues. "Is there anything else I should learn before I continue my explots? Don't worry, I've already learned my lesson about not hitting on brides. Don't see what people's probelms are with it, but...." Stops, looks at his tail for second and sighs. "I'm sorry, you were saying, sir?"

[Earlier]
"WHAT! You figured this out WHEN?"
"I'm sorry, madam President, it's hard getting anything through with Fedral, Diaoyutai..."
"Well, send someone. Usual policy, Military and Diplomatic."
"Well, Vice President Kesaru voiced intrest in going."
"Great, send Mike. Now who we got for military?"
"Well..."
[Pandrea Islands]
"Let's GO! I want Schmerzen's Echo Battalion over the ridge line to force in the convoy. We can't let those Army wankers beat us in our natural environment! I want an artillery bridge down this valley, load for Armor Sublets, followed by airburst frag."
The Command Center at Pandrea bustled with activity. The Army/Marine wargame was every 4 years, giving it the nickname of the "Wargame Olympics". And Marine General Deunan Kessler, while being female, was not about to lose her 1st one. And then the message flashed on the Tablet PC
[Report to Fernacht Govt Center 0930 for Diplomatic relations. You and Kesaru are going to Elara. Hope you like weddings.]
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The Belling V543 VTOL coasted over Elara, and radioed in the ATC.
"Hey, Elara ATC, this is New Empire 1. Sorry about the late arrival, can we get permission to land?"

"Aye I have." Taking another sip. "But you make it sound impossible. I'm sure there is an Elarian woman who will easily fall to my charms. I just need to find one that's unarmed." Smiling evilly, before sipping again and continueing. "But, now is not the time to lament a minor failure, but is insted time for interductions. I have the Lord Kitsu III from the land of Vulpes-Vulpes. And your self, mate?" Ernstly and politely curiousing, not trying to be disrespectful.

Hester smiled , twas good to see an old ally.

"Good to see you again my friend!" "Everything is alright with me , the fleet is well and when the fleet is well Im happy." "What is your position in Vulpes-Vulpes Lord Kitsu?"

Hester asks as he joins in on small talk.

+---+---+---+---+

Tiana looked angered yet sad , she glanced over to Valient but then back again so that he wouldnt see her.

Had this been a normal occasion Kitsu would have lost his tail.

+---+---+---+---+

The Imperial Guard took the man inside the Imperial Palace and went to the comm station where Emperor Roland Meridius was. The Imperial Guard then handed the letter to the Emperor and bowed.

"It is an honor to meet you friend , you are very welcome to stay and witness the ceremony as our guest." "Whilst I finish this business please follow the Imperial Guard to the Great Hall and help yourself to refreshments."

The Imperial Guard leads the man to the Great Hall where other delegates were busy talking and buzzing around all excited about the occasion.

"Here you are sir." "Enjoy your stay and welcome to Elara."

"Hmm" Looks down at Kitsu's tail "do you always have this type o problem wiht women? I mean i can see how that tail could come in handy." Says Rheinhardt to Kitsu."These Elarian women arent that much different than the women in Sude REich. I remember this one time....." As he faeds into a valiant memory while the other men star at him aimlessly...

Blinks at Reinhardt, trying to figure out why he stopped talking....then turning to Hestor. "Only a minor one. That of prince and...oh what do you call....ah! Prime Minster. He keep giving our people the chance to vote, and they keep voting in the royal family, weird, no? And, sir..." looking back at the frozen Reinhardt. "All of the royal famil have the fox tails and ears, and I've found that most women from other lands simply find them both......adorable? Yes, that's the word." Sipping his ale again.

Transmission Opened:

"New Empirian vessel this is Elarian Flight Control you are clear to land at New Berlin AirPort." "Welcome to Elara."

Transmission Ended

Several Gentari Fighters flew in to guide the vessel in as a Silver Limo pulls up on the landing area prepared to take the allied guests to the Imperial Palace.

SeeMArschal Admiral Kleid Turpitztz comes into the conversation and he looks at Rheinhardt.

"Hey PLuskat...PLuskat? Wow, has he been like this for a while? Anywho, Hester my freind, how's the fleet? Tip Top im sure? And Kitsu why are you here alone? No entourage? Thats discouraging...

Onboard the V543, the General had a last minute talk with the Lieutenant that had been thrown with the group for purposes only the DROs knew.
"Look, Geishmman, this is serious. This isn't blue uniform embassy crap, this is a wedding. So no screwing around, no goofing up, and for god's sake, stay out of trouble. I know you're in charge of security for us, but don't get all high in mighty in front of the foreigners."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Now go up to the cockpit and find out why we aren't landing, we should be there by now."

Hester looks at Kitsu strangely.

"I wouldnt no of such things there is no voting in Elara , and there is no Prime Minister , the Emperor has absolute power." Hester states as he takes another swig of Elarian Ale.

+---+---+---+---+

"Why Arent they landing , maybe their comm is out , infom Gentari to make visual communication."

"Yes Sir!"

A Gentari pulls to the side of the New Empirian Vessel and looks into the cockpit and points down signaling to land.

"Elara, we read you, this is New Empire 1, dropping in."
The tiltjets swiveled as the V543 hovered, and dropped for landing. The door, flanked by the New Empirian flag and the letters "USNE", swung open, and the 3 came out. Vice President Kesaru, in a black suit and trenchcoat came out first, with Kessler and Geishmman close behind in the Olive Drab class As.

Now that the man from Ermor was inside, with the other delegates, he simply observed the situation. An interesting experience this would be. He had been in different lands already, but in no official sense. This was the first time for him to see so many people from different nations not from the Ermorian continent at the same time even speaking to each other. Most likely they would be of the elite of their respective nations, but that does not matter.

He is one of the few mages in Ermor who can teleport without the help of magical gems, which are used to amplify the powers of a mage considerably. Most people could not do it even with the gems, as they have no knowledge of the Arcana. He is in his eighties, but he looks considerably younger than he actually is, he ages slowly due to the magic he has used all of his life. Is it because of his own choosing or not is unknown, not many are even close to the power he has.

The heavy radial engines of the sea plane roared loudly in the silent sky. The H8K lumbered towards the Elaran coastline, moving at a conservative 248 knots. The four modified Ki-61s speed by along side it.

"Elaran tower, this is Blossom flight, carrying one passenger for the wedding. Anywhere good to set down?"

Ambassador Kerlius I and her flying cat Angel walked quietly without word in the Main Hall, Kerlius had watched the people converse and talk endlessly. Quietly she had collected samples of hair and skin that had flaked off of the people and had placed the samples into small nodes within her right arm, Kerlius I had done this unnoticed by anyone else but now she went to the refreshment table, not for herself as she did not need to eat but for her cat who now flapped around her head rather than walk next to her, he needed some fresh milk.


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The Elarian Limo Driver opened the door of the Silver Limo and let the three New Empirian guests enter. Shortly after they were off heading to the Imperial Palace.

Military and Government Agents were everywhere it seemed they had doubled in number.

The car soon pulled to the gate where everyone was checked for Papers and proper ID by EIS Agents and Imperial Guards. After they were all cleared the car pulled in and stopped where an Imperial Guard led the three into the massive doors of the Imperial Palace.

"I hope you enjoy your stay in the Empire." "This is a truely glorious day."

They enter the Great Hall to the sound of many delegates laughing and talking.

"I must be back to my duties , be well."

+---+---+---+---+

Transmission Open:

"This is Elarian Flight Control you are clear to land , theres a lake not far from here Im sure you can see it by now incase that plane cant land on ground , I notice its a Sea Plane." "A Silver Limo will be waiting to pick you up and take you to the Imperial Palace."

Transmission Ended

"Damn, this place is slick..." muttered Geismman under his breath.
"Well, let's get acquainted with everyone, shall we?" Kesaru was eager to be in Elara, despite being an APTO nation, it always had an air of mystique around it, one that he was glad to be in the middle of.

"Why do you say y lack of an entourage discourageing?" Kitsu asks, cocking his head to one side.

Pauses for a second, then Lord Kitsu smiles and leans closer to Hestor. "Sir, you are from this land. It seems your women don't fall for the standard charms of a fox-male, what secret should I know?"

An Elarian Butler walks up to Kerlius 1 noticing the flying cat and hands her a bowl filled with milk.

"This is Elarian Tiger milk , we believe it brings strength Im sure your friend here will enjoy it." The Butler says with a smile.

+---+---+---+---+

Hester looks at Kitsu and laughs.

"If you like our women learn our culture , its based on Nobility , Honor and a Warrior Code." "Maybe then you will impress an Elarian Woman."

Kitsu chuckles. "Honor and Nobility, sure, but my people are not a fightin' folk. We place much more importance in experences and wisdom. BUT, I have never looked an invite to learn someone else's culture in the mouth." Drinks some more, finishing his glass. "Especally one that makes such a fine......" turning around to look at Tiana. Then whips bad around to Hestor and Reinhardt. "...ale, Ahem." Laughs to himself playfully.

Ambassador Kerlius I glanced at her cat to stop him from drinking the milk, she then pointed her right pinky at the milk, her green fingernail then extended and grew out of her finger and touched the milk, after a simple scan she determined the contents safe and free of poison or other harmful chemicals. Kerlius I then spoke, her voice sounded so much like that of a child yet the bite of hard and cold metal was in it which made for a very disturbing combination, "Thank you."

She then nodded and Angel began to lap up the milk with gusto.


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"Eh?" Kessler looked up, seeing a cat in her perhipereal vision, but thinking she was just seeing things, because cat's can't hover.
No, wait, she corrected herself, this one CAN.
Kessler and Geishmman headed over to the refreshments, both were hungry, neither had eaten since breakfast at the Pandrea's.
"Mmf. Good."
Geishmman was going through the selection, picking out pieces of each.
"You think this is good, you're gonna love the real meals."
"I think I'm gonna like this place."
"Just don't pull anything with the local ladies, I will personnaly smack you upside with the butt of a rifle."

Mark Bunker noted the Emperor's irritation and softened his voice. "Look, I hate the government bureaucracy, but it's one of those government things. I tell you what, I'll scale back the Secret Service thing slightly. They won't even carry a weapon and they won't be doing any 'guarding', but I'll still insist on at least one in the room or right outside it. I'm only asking that as we've respected and done everything you've asked, that you grant us this tiny concession. Emperor, if there is nothing else on the agenda, I should return and make final preparations to bring the entourage along." Bunker tried to smile, but felt like a politician, not a Father of the Bride.....

Angel flapped his long white wings with pleasure as he continued to drink the milk, his whiskers dribbled a few drops on the table cloth as he continued to drink. Kerlius I then used her delicate plastic-plaz metal gelnerves to cause her mouth to smile at her cat. Her gold plastic-metal skin shimmered in the light making her smile look sinister and caused her eyes to reflect the image of anyone who looked at them to create the illusion that they were imprisoned in blue fog.


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Transmission Opened:

"Atlantian vessel this is Elarian Flight Control , we relayed your message to the Imperial Palace the response was quick and to the point." "You are to land and be brought to the Imperial Palace as the Emperor has already reserved seats for the Atlantian Delegate."

Transmission Ended

Just then several Gentari Fighters move in and begin guiding the Atlantian vessel to the New Berlin AirPort.

Actualy, the ship can't land. A smaller shuttle has been dispached to land

"Freaky..."
"What now, found a piece of Elarian cuisine you don't like?"
"No Ma'am... Check out the girl with the cat. She don't look human."
"Hey, Lt., she ain't human. From Synchronized. Robot."
"Damn, look at her eyes though... weird, huh?"
"Now Geishmman, go back to eating. Marines already have a bad enough rep as diplomats, we don't need you freaking out over the real ones."

Am I late for the wedding?I've brought Roccorian chocolate pastries and cakes from the province of Kazak,their choclatiers are famous throughout the land.I hope you Roland,your wife,and other guests will enjoy them.

"I can agree to that Bunker , I do not want a Guard in my Chambers though , I like a bit of privacy as Im sure you know us politicians dont seem to get alot of that." "All seems to be in order , I must be heading off myself to greet the newly arrived guests." "Ill see you soon Bunker."

Transmission Ended

Roland walked to the Great Hall and grabbed a glass of Elarian Ale.

Seta arrived in the halls, protected by 5 Atlantian guards. While she was in allied territory, and was a Centaur (she could take care of herself), it was still regulation to be protected.

The Entourage of Dormie aproches the Chocolate carefully, as so no one will notice. They taste the chocolate, approve of it and go on eating it and drinking Elarian Ale, needless to say it is a good day!...

Roland walks over to the New Empirians and smiles.

"I see from the uniform your New Empirians , welcome." "We are honored to have delegates from one of our strongest allies here." "I hope you are enjoying the refreshments , the main meal will be after the ceremony in the reception."

+---+---+---+---+

Hester notices the Atlantian guests enter and walks over to them.

"Good to see some of our brothers and sisters of the stars." "I am Admiral Hester of the Elarian Imperial Navy." "How is AO these days friends?"

Kessler, Geismman, still together while Kesaru looked around the hall, stood near a wall, done with the food for now.
"Hey, Geishmman."
"Yes?"
"Y'know, this place wasn't always this mysterious."
"Really?"
"Uh huh. I remember going through high school, and seeing the papers on the G-corp war come in. On front page of the Berliston Globe was a USNE Marine and Elarian Marine, on the beaches of G-corp. And this was way before the Emperor was blue, and all that stuff. Just 2 soldiers, of 2 nations part of an alliance of around 20. And then some strange stuff happened. Gnomes."
"Ehhh?"
"You heard me. A war over Gnomes, some crazy girl takes power, and the Emperor is imprisoned. Guess who found him, in his current form?"
"No way."
"Yeah. The Centurions, with Marine task forces at the helm. The army did the big fighting, but we did the important ones. So Elara and The Corps go back, but nobody really knows."
"Huh..."
"Alright, storytime over. Enough fooling around, let's be "diplomats"."
"Mama Green's killing machines take up the olive branch for a wedding. Heh.."
They saw the Emperor approach, with Kesaru coming from another direction.
"Your Honor, it's a pleasure to see you. We're always glad to be able to see you again, it's been a long time since we've last had a chance for our nations to really meet. I'm Vice President Kesaru, and this is General Kessler and Lt. Geishmman."
The 2 Marines saluted.
"Congratulations, Emperor."

Kitsu sniffs the air lightly, them blinks hard twice.

"Excuse me, gentlemen"

He then follows his nose to the piles of chocolate, almost hovering thru the air, and then land next to the desserts, looking for something tasty, wiggleing his fingers before grabbing a slice of cake, and nibbleing on it softly.

Ambassador Kerlius I watched her cat finish the milk and she then relaxed her smile, she then looked at a large roast and took a large butcher knife and cut a small slice of it, grabbed a small dish then scanned the meat for it's quality, after determining that it was free of disease or infection, allowed her cat to nibble on it at his pleasure.

Kerlius I continued to listen to the conversations in silence while her cat began to eat the meat slowly.


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Seta took her presents, a Case of Necter and a Golden Trident, and put them on the table. She then walked around, looking for someone to talk to

Scrolls playfully to AO's Seta.

"Hello, Miss. I am Lord Kitsu III, Ruler of Vulpes-Vupes." He says, bowing and waveing his fox tail from side to side.

Doctor Mark Bunker was stretched out on a couch in the Office of the Secretary of Defense, snoring slightly and absolutely oblivious to the bustle of activity around him. Ticonderoga City (Adejaani's capital) was in a frantic rush of activity as the finest tuxedoes and dresses were dry cleaned and ironed. Sporting stadiums and parks had giant television screens set up. The official entourage of aircraft had been shined and polished and given a special paint job for the occasion.

Apart from the Adejaani delegates, security forces and the bride herself, nobody was going to Elara except the reporters. Travel to that country had been temporarily suspended to prevent a flood of people. While this did create a few rumbles, at least there were more than enough opportunities to watch it on TV or via computer broadcast.

Eventually, someone came to fetch Bunker, who, half asleep, staggered into the official car and half an hour later, flanked by an "honor guard" of fighters, the Adejaani "Air Force One" aircraft sped west towards Elara, due for arrival in a few hours.

Scrolls playfully to AO's Seta.

"Hello, Miss. I am Lord Kitsu III, Ruler of Vulpes-Vupes." He says, bowing and waveing his fox tail from side to side.

The Centaur turned
"Greetings, I am Senator Seta, 3rd in command of the Federation of Atlantis" She said

Before Kesaru had met the Emperor, he placed the gifts on the table.
One was a large portion of Kleisbaud Farms Steak, which was famous for it's good taste, and favored by chefs around the nation. The other was a diamond studded gold necklace from the Montascus mines, for the bride, and the other was a Auerstadt Sabre, famous in New Empirian history for being the weapon of honor among the warriors of the city states. It combined the the sharpness and metalwork of a Katana, with a Silver Cavalry Sabre hilt with red rubies embedded in it.

"Pleasure, pleasure. It is a wonderous pleasure to meet such a unique beaudy, as your self. But please answer me, are you the type to openly treaten a vaguely flirtaious suitor?

Striding towards the guards Lionel asked, "Do you require my weapons?", pointing towards his own family longsword, sheathed in his scabbard and the gift that was meant for the emperor of this land.

While awaiting for a reply, he took a good look at their weapons and noticed plasma technology. "Ours have a tendency to blow up in our face", Lionel grimaced as he saw the guard aimed it at him.

Lionel looked past the guard and noticed the limo that was waiting for him. "Why cant I be one of the mages of home and appear suddenly in the Imperial Palace, I really hate jet lag".

Tarchon had placed a pure white pearl and a dagger made of darkened steel on the same table, unnoticed. The pearl is a perfect ball, and a certain warmth comes from it when touched. That would have to suffice, although neither of them were very precious in Ermor, but he had not seen anything of the sort outside the Empire. And it is the thought that counts, he thought.

Added to that, he had only observed the other guests. He would eat something, but not yet. It is unimportant, magic sustains him. He eats only for the pleasure of eating.

Angel finished the meat and licked Kerlius I's hand, his signal that he had had enough food and drink. Kerlius I then walked towards the table with her cat flying around her head as she placed the gift of Synchronized on the table.

Two very large flawless diamonds the size of human hearts set in the center of a giant disk of platinum (the disk is the size of a plate) and with gold engravings in spanish that spelled out, "Within This Disk, The Sign Of Two Pure Hearts United As One Stands Forever Holy And Eternal Beyond Death"

Kerlius I then began to pet her cat in midair and whispered in her cats ear in a voice without the usual bite of metal, what she whispered-if overheard- would of revealed that she was programed with a wide range of emotions, "I love you."


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The Dominion of Synchronized

"Pleasure, pleasure. It is a wonderous pleasure to meet such a unique beaudy, as your self. But please answer me, are you the type to openly treaten a vaguely flirtaious suitor?

Seta had never been asked this before. This was her 1st outing. Usualy Orion or Andromada handled diplomatic situations. But with Andromada in Zoir territory, and Orion in Sakkara space, It was her turn (that and Intar was an idiot, and wouldn't be allowed to go to anything agien). She stood there for a moment. Finaly, she stated:
"Only if they are annoying"

Kitsu shrugs lightly.

"Fair enough. So tell me a little about your self, my darling. I can't help but notice that the only thing that comes close to matching your beaudy would have to be your strength, am I wrong?"

Kitsu shrugs lightly.

"Fair enough. So tell me a little about your self, my darling. I can't help but notice that the only thing that comes close to matching your beaudy would have to be yor streth, am I wrong?"

OOC: I'm assuming you mean strength
IC: "Yes, I-"
An Atlantian solder walked up to Seta. Atlantians where Humanoid, unlike Centaurs.
"What should we do?"
Seta looked at him
"Go mingle, or something"

A transmission is sent to Elara from the Capitol of the Republic, Soltis City.

The Republic would be pleased to send a delegation to celebrate this joyous occassion, as well as to establish friendly ralations with Elara. The High Lord of the Republic, Vyse, will be going, as well as Admiral Gregorio of the Republican Navy and Major General Gilder. They will be arriving shortly after you recieve this transmission.
Princess Moegi of Yofatuma
Diplomat of the Republic

The Imperial Guards let the Elvarian man pass and Elarian Driver of the Silver Limo opened the door and let the Delegate enter.

Shortly after the car was off and they soon arrived at the gates of the Imperial Palace. EIS Agents and Imperial Guards let them pass after checking their Papers and ID.

After the car stopped the Elvarin man was greeted by an Imperial Guard who guided him to the Great Hall where other delegates were chatting.

"Enjoy your stay in the Empire m'lord I must continue with my duties please excuse me."

+---+---+---+---+

Transmission Open:

"Vyse we would be honored to have you attend the ceremony , we await your arrival with anticipation."

-General Gehver
ESD
The Empire of Elara

Transmission Ended

Kesaru came back to the 2 Marines.
"Where's the Emperor?"

Emperor Roland smiles at Kesaru.

"Pleasure to meet you Vice President Kesaru , and you as well gentlemen." "I trust your journey here was safe and comfortable?" "I know those Gentari Fighters can unsettle you if they pop out of nowhere right next to the plane window hehe." "Ive always prefered ground combat myself , me and the enemy face to face."

Roland paused for a moment and appeared in deep thought.

"Sorry , I shouldnt be bringing up these things at a time like this."

+---+---+---+---+

Admiral Hester walks over to the Roccorian Delegate to introduce himself with a bow.

"Greetings I am Admiral Hester of the Elarian Imperial Navy , pleasure to meet you." "Roccor has been a long time friend of the Empire Im happy to see that someone could be sent to represent them at this wonderful event."

"Well, this is General Kessler, and Lt. Geishmman." Kessler saluted, and Geishmman followed suit.
"Well, the Gentari were a bit surprising. But yeah, we're ground pounders here. But yes, this is a time for celebration. Congratulations."

A Republican government helicopter touches down in Elara.

A small squad of Republican gaurds marches down the steps of the helicopter first, setting up a perimeter. They are soon followed by Lord Vyse, the executive head of the Republic. Despite his title, he is not royalty or nobility. He is an elected official with a successful term of office and a special family history. Contrary to popular foreign belief, the Republic is not named after him, nor him after the Republic. The namesake of the nation is Vyse, a Blue Rogue Air Pirate and called the King of Rogues. Credited with the downfall of evil tyrants, the Republic was named after him when it was created, years after his death. The King of Rogues is also Lord Vyse's great-grandfather.
As is the custom for High Lords, Vyse wears the same uniform as the late King of Rogues; loose fitting blue tunic, black pants, almost knee-high boots, a red bandana around his neck. And, latched onto his belt is the Vorlik Blade, a cutlass that had been used by the first Vyse years ago in the Galcian War. Behind Vyse come Gregorio and Gilder, decked out in more modern militairy uniforms, both weighed down by medals.
Vyse turns to his companions. "Well, shall we head to the party? I don't want to miss anything."
Gilder smirks. "Yeah, sure boss, no problem. Hey, remember the last time the three of us went to something like this together?"
Gregorio groans at this. "Wasn't that the one in Slutbum Wallah, where a horde of vampires showed up and killed half the guests? And the other half of the guests only survived because they were carrying a large amount of weapons for no apparent reason?"
"Yup, that's the one."
"Hello?!? Can we get moving you two? Stop recalling old times and let's go! I've got a bottle of Relik Loqua here that's going to get warm if we don't hurry."
"Sorry."

"Many thanks , this is a great day for Elara and Adejaani a step closer together."

Roland raises his glass and takes a swig.

"Many thanks , this is a great day for Elara and Adejaani a step closer together."

Roland raises his glass and takes a swig.

OOC: 2000, Elara :wink:

Lionel came into a hall of wondrous construction and smiled at the skilled that was wrought on the place. An Elarian in the uniform of an Admiral was talking to one side with a perculiar creature with a tail. Turning, He caught sight of a beautiful Elarian woman with a sword to her side and had this strange urge to challenge her in the Dance Of Swords, an ancient foreplay ritual when performed among members of the opposite sex. Grinning to himself, he thought sheepishly, "Maybe I should ask her at a later date, I havent been practising in a long time".

Feeling out of place, because he was always a military man and never inherited his family penchant for diplomacy and socialising, Lord Colonel Lionel noticed a sad looking human in the dress of a Valient and felt a sense of worry for the creature. It seemed lonely and Lionel felt that he oughta help the human, as it is with the way of all his kind before they were a warrior race.

"Excuse me my lord, I am Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing of the house of Tel Alorn, and I noticed that you are a Valient. May I enquire into your name?", he gazed expectantly.

Vyse and company entered the hall where everyone had gathered.
Vyse looked around at all all the guests. "Hm. Roland appears to have a lot of friends. You guys can go and mingle. I'll go it alone."

Vyse walks over to the gift table to drop off his gifts. A Valuan Serpent Strike Rapier for the groom, a glittering tiara from Yofatuma for the bride, and for them both, a Republican Honor Sheild, a somewhat large, very ornate medal with the Honor Codes of the Republic engraved in gold.

"Now, where's the man of the hour? I should introduce myself before anything else."

A person dressed in a EIAF uniform runs up to Emperor Roland and bows to him.

"Forgive the intrusion m'lord but I need to show you something."

Roland nods and motions the Female Officer to lead the way.

As the two walk into the large room the female points to a radar screen.

"Thats a hell of alot of Aircraft Sire."

"Relax , see there , its Adejaani Aircraft , send in a few Gentaris to escort them in."

Transmission Opened:

"Welcome to Elara my friends." "You are clear to land at New Berlin AirPort , I hope it feels as a home to you." "Silver Limos will escort you to the Imperial Palace."

Transmission Ended

Emperor Roland then returns to the Great Hall feeling very nervous.

Vyse sees Roland re-entering the Great Hall, and walks over to meet him. "Greetings, your Highness. I am High Lord Vyse, leader of the Republic. I would like to congratulate you, and to thank you for allowing us to come."

"Kitsu, I need to, um...go to the bathroom"
Seta walked off into the bathroom
"not very accomadating" She thought to herself. Then agien, no one had expected a Horse/Human. She called Orion on her phone.
"Orion, I don't think I can do this. I know no one here, and I am sure it would mean alot more if you where here talking to Roland"
Orion sighed. Then he said: "Seta, I'm booked. I'm sorry, but I am in Sakkara space right now, I can't afford to leave in the middle of daplomacy. I'm sorry."
Seta sighed.
"Fine, you win" and she turned off the phone

General Zel'Aroth of the EIM (Elarian Imperial Marines) drove to the AirPort , he sighed as he straightened his Elarian uniform. As they pulled up the press was already their howling to get pictures and answers to all the questions about the Empress to be and Adejaani , Elaras long time ally.

General Zel'Aroth walked up to the one of the two podiums and awaited the arrival of the Adejaani guests.

"Please , please be patient , Secretary Bunker of Adejaani will be landing shortly and all your questions will be answered."

The silence was perculiar from the human, but the Elves were a patient race and Lionel decided to just stand close by to him until a responce became forthcoming, however he detected a presence entering the hallway and saw the person he might be looking for. Turning back to the Valient, he said gently, "Excuse me my good sir, but I have to leave you for a while, but I intend to return to find out your name (and your troubles my friend)".

Walking towards the figure entering the Great Hall, he was passed by another fellow and overheard what was said that confirmed his instincts that the man was indeed the emperor.

"Greetings to you Emperor Roland and i do hope you have a Long and happy union of souls, and greeting to you King Vyse of Rogues". Lionel nodded to both fellows.

The wedding gifts was under his arms but protocol decreed that only during the wedding ceremony was it ever given out. Unfortunately, he didnt know the customs of this land.

Making up conversation, Lionel asked and pointed to the fellow he left behind, "Who is that Valient, and what is his name? I sense incredible suffering emiting from him. Do you two by any chance know what is the cause of such grief?"

Seta gathered her courage, and walked out of the bathroom, and headed for Roland

Countess Ssaar watches as Admiral Hester tends to the guests. She then walks along the banquet table, looking at the choice tid-bits to sample; her claws clack clacking on the floor. She selects a few morsels, and then pulls up her datapad and sends a message.

<<Tight-band transmit>>
<<Encryption: Medium>>
<<Sub: Elara Relations>>
<<Directive: Sakkra Diplomatic Offices; City of Guuah>>

I have met the Elarian Admiral Hester. Amicable peoples; culture akin to our own. Reccomend opening official relations. Advise?
<<Transmission complete>>

She awaits a reply to her comm, looking about and sizing up the guests. Her datapads pings, and she reads.

Advisor Bosska reccomends speaking to a trade minister. Will uplink exportables listings and quantities, economic status, all things of interest. Will advise pending reply. Be alert, there may be hostile forces about.

Ssaar folds up her datapad, and replaces it in her pouch on her gown. She then looks about for any official government members.

"Greetings to you both , I am honored that both of you could take your time to come and witness such a glorious occasion." "Though I do admit I am feeling quite a bit nervous now."

Roland takes a swig of Elarian Ale knowing the time was nearing.

The silence was perculiar from the human, but the Elves were a patient race and Lionel decided to just stand close by to him until a responce became forthcoming, however he detected a presence entering the hallway and saw the person he might be looking for. Turning back to the Valient, he said gently, "Excuse me my good sir, but I have to leave you for a while, but I intend to return to find out your name (and your troubles my friend)".

Walking towards the figure entering the Great Hall, he was passed by another fellow and overheard what was said that confirmed his instincts that the man was indeed the emperor.

"Greetings to you Emperor Roland and i do hope you have a Long and happy union of souls, and greeting to you King Vyse of Rogues". Lionel nodded to both fellows.

The wedding gifts was under his arms but protocol decreed that only during the wedding ceremony was it ever given out. Unfortunately, he didnt know the customs of this land.

Making up conversation, Lionel asked and pointed to the fellow he left behind, "Who is that Valient, and what is his name? I sense incredible suffering emiting from him. Do you two by any chance know what is the cause of such grief?"

"Greetings to you as well, good sir. I am honored to meet you, and even more honored that you call me by my ancestor's title."

Vyse looks over at the "Valient".

"I do sense his grief, but I am sad to say that I do not know him, nor the cause of his grief."

Angel, the cat of Kerlius I was flying over the heads of the various representatives, looking for a place to go to the bathroom. A couple of white feathers fell out of his wings and one landed on the head of King Roland. Kerlius I used a small device she had had insalled in her cat's collar to make sure she knew where he was at all times and if his health was optimum or not.


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There Is Only One, And That One Is Daemon
The Dominion of Synchronized

"Greetings to you both , I am honored that both of you could take your time to come and witness such a glorious occasion." "Though I do admit I am feeling quite a bit nervous now."

Roland takes a swig of Elarian Ale knowing the time was nearing.

Sete appeared nearby, quite nervous. She slowly walked closer to Roland.
"Excuse me, sir, Senator Orion wishes to talk to you. She held up her Phone, and a small screen appeard, with Orion on it.

"Hey, Roland, congrats. You got a wife before me. Guess I just got to be quicker"

"Greetings to you both , I am honored that both of you could take your time to come and witness such a glorious occasion." "Though I do admit I am feeling quite a bit nervous now."

Roland takes a swig of Elarian Ale knowing the time was nearing.

"Well, I hear that being nervous is natural. Although I can't say so from experience."

Vyse pops the cork on his bottle of Loqua, and pours himself a glass.

"Want a sample of the best drink in the Republic? And how 'bout you Lionel? Relik Loqua, made with the finest Loquat Berries out of Nasr."

"I will glady accept your drink my good sir. And dont worry my lord, I am very sure you are meant to be nervous", Lionel smiled at the emperor.




"Greetings to you as well, good sir. I am honored to meet you, and even more honored that you call me by my ancestor's title."

Vyse looks over at the "Valient".

"I do sense his grief, but I am sad to say that I do not know him, nor the cause of his grief."

"It troubles me my lords, for i fear that if it wasnt to be addressed, it may lead to more suffering", Lionel winced as he said this.

"But this is meant to be a joyous occassion and I will lessen such talks, so tell me lords, when shall we the true celebrations begin? And who is that Elarian Lady with the sword? She piques my interest", he pointed towards the woman.

"Showtime." President Morghan Harrington stood up. Despite this Boeing 747 being an "Air Force One" aircraft, which meant plush and large interiors, it was almost too small for everyone crowded there. The main door opened, sending sunlight into the aircraft. Natalya Harrington, the President's daughter and bride to be also stepped onto the stairs, but was wearing a black shroud, as was the Elaran custom. When they reached ground level, Natalya was whisked off to be prepared. Harrington (the President) saluted General Zel'Aroth and went to the set of microphones and waited while the rest of the Adejaani delegation arrayed behind her.

Also present was also Vice President Erin Aireserkeiel; Secretaries of Defense Mark Bunker, State Charles Burke, Treasury Alan Raffles and Intelligence, Anne Ryan; the Service Chiefs, Admiral Hayes of the Navy, General Hope of the Air Force and General Moraine of the Marine Corps, all resplendent in Dress Uniforms. Also there was Vice Admiral Jain Granger, hero of the Sha'Ra conflict. She had been whisked back to Earth as Emperor Meridius knew her and the Elarans respected her.

"I'll keep this short." Harrington began as the assembled people there applauded and cheered. "This marriage between my daughter, Natalya Harrington of Adejaani and Emperor Roland Meridius of Elara brings our two countries together like nothing else can. For the moment, I'll save the rest of the waxed rhetoric about that and let's focus on the moment at hand, the wedding. See you there!" Harrington stepped back, unsure of the protocol, but sent Bunker to ask whether or not the General should make a speech or whether they should depart for the Palace.

Kitsu grumbles to his self.

"Some days I don't even know why I leave my bed."

Continues his wandering around, until he finds the present table.

"Oh, that's right!"

Reachs into the leather bag he had around him, and then pulls out a very old pair of books: one a tome of Vulpesian poetry about philosaphy and theology, and one a leatherbound children's book, the most famous and well-read of his land.

"There. I hope they like it. Gods..." picking up the children's book. "...I haven't seen you in ages, my old friend. Well, I hope you can find and teach a whole new generation of children. He he, like me." He places the book back down, and sighs happily.

"That is President Valient , the poor soul lost his wife a child not long ago." "Please be patient and understanding with him." "I only hope that Elaras beauty can ease his pain.

From the phone that Sete was holding, she told Orion:
"sorry, I think he is buisy"
"No problem, I got time" said Orion

"That is President Valient , the poor soul lost his wife a child not long ago." "Please be patient and understanding with him." "I only hope that Elaras beauty can ease his pain.

"Such is the wheel of life, that those who are chosen to go before others have no choice but to go", Lionel replied sadly.

Changing the subject and drinking the Relik Loqua from King Yvse and thanking him, Lionel enquired, "I dont truly know your customs, so when am i allowed to hand in the gifts for both you and the new empress?"

Kitsu's ears twitch as he listens to Roland's voice. Then after a second or two of thinking, makes he's way over to President Valient, holding an extra ale in his hands.

"Hello, mi'Lord. My name is Kitsu III ruler of Vulpes-Vulpes. I have only recently overheard of your recent....unpleasentness, and have come to ask if I may help you in any way sir. I have lost many people who I felt were very near to be, so I somewhat understand what you are going thru. If I can help in anyway, let me know please. Here...." extending his and, ale in it. "....I brought you this drink." Smileing friendly.

The Gift Arrived at New Berlin Airport at the exact time it was suppose to. The Führer was elated, he took himself and his entourage to go meet it. Upon his arrival his personal guard and lover Elläne. She is not of Dorman dissent, she id from Sude REich, she is disended from the original Elf race upon the planets. She arrived with the attire of her choosing and the usual Dagger that she used for defense. She presented the present to Samuel which he took with great care, for he knew a lot of time and effort had been put into it. The two walked off together very close indeed but she still had her guard up incase someone tried to dispatch her lover.



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General Feldmarschal General Führer Samuel von Deutchreich

OOC: Uh, hello? There is a cat that just flew over Roland's head and lost a feather that fell on his head? Someone going to notice this?

OOC: Uh, hello? There is a cat that just flew over Roland's head and lost a feather that fell on his head? Someone going to notice this?

"Errrr sire, theres a feather on your head", with barely suppressed laughter, Lionel moved to lift the feather from his head.

OOC: Uh, hello? There is a cat that just flew over Roland's head and lost a feather that fell on his head? Someone going to notice this?

be patent. Roland still has to notace me as well.

Roland brabs the phone quickly.

"Thanks you Seta." "Hello Orion! Great to hear from you old friend." "Many thanks , wish me luck friend , I hope everything goes well." "Well I must be off please understand there are lots of people here." "Talk to you soon."

Roland smiles as he hands the phone back to Seta.

"Many thanks m'lady."

Roland looks back to Lionel and smiles.

"Thats Tiana my Cultural Advisor , a very strong intelligent Elarian Woman." "No doubt an asset to the Empire."

Roland then suddenly reaches up to his head and pulls out a white feather.

"This will truely be a day to remember."

Roland brabs the phone quickly.

"Thanks you Seta." "Hello Orion! Great to hear from you old friend." "Many thanks , wish me luck friend , I hope everything goes well." "Well I must be off please understand there are lots of people here." "Talk to you soon."

Roland smiles as he hands the phone back to Seta.

"Many thanks m'lady."

Roland looks back to Lionel and smiles.

"Thats Tiana my Cultural Advisor , a very strong intelligent Elarian Woman." "No doubt an asset to the Empire."

"Does she have a mate?", Lionel actually asked, the words blurting from his mouth. "Damn", he thought quietly to himself, "I really should school my thoughts".

"Er, about these gifts, what is the custom of handing them out", trying to change the subject.

"allright, see you later, and I do wish you luck, Orion out"
Seta walked off

"Hm. A flying cat. It's a good thing Loqua isn't alcoholic, or else I might think I'm totally smashed right now."

"Hm. A flying cat. It's a good thing Loqua isn't alcoholic, or else I might think I'm totally smashed right now."

Lionel grinned, "Are you sure you arent?"

Roland brabs the phone quickly.

"Thanks you Seta." "Hello Orion! Great to hear from you old friend." "Many thanks , wish me luck friend , I hope everything goes well." "Well I must be off please understand there are lots of people here." "Talk to you soon."

Roland smiles as he hands the phone back to Seta.

"Many thanks m'lady."

Roland looks back to Lionel and smiles.

"Thats Tiana my Cultural Advisor , a very strong intelligent Elarian Woman." "No doubt an asset to the Empire."

"Does she have a mate?", Lionel actually asked, the words blurting from his mouth. "Damn", he thought quietly to himself, "I really should school my thoughts".

"Er, about these gifts, what is the custom of handing them out", trying to change the subject.

Vyse tactfully chooses to ignore that statement about Tiana, to avoid embarassing Lionel.
"You can put your gifts on that table over there. That's where everybody else is leaving them."

"President Valient, excuse me for a second."

Kitsu politefully bows, and then turns around focusing him self and then tapping Miss Tiana Vera'Teth on the shoulder softly.

"Miss Vera'Teth, I would like to apologize. I didn't mean to offend you, and I would honestly like to talk to you for a while. Seeing as how you are the cultural advisor of this beaudiful land, I was curious if I may ask you some thing about it. I am also willing to learn more about a place I'm visiting. Please, mi'lady?"

"Hm. A flying cat. It's a good thing Loqua isn't alcoholic, or else I might think I'm totally smashed right now."

Lionel grinned, "Are you sure you arent?"

"Hehe. I should hope so, or General Gilder would never let me hear the end of it. He has an amazing memory of my mess-ups, and an uncanny ability to remind me of all of them."

OOC: Well, i gotta go. I'll be back to continue this as soon as possible.

Lionel smiled at the king and said "Thank you", and walked over to the table to place them neatfully, secretly thanking him as well for his subtle change in topic.

He walked back and asked in general, "How many guests will be attending this ceremony?"

Roland walked over to Lionel and quietly spoke.

"She is single my friend , never been married." "And its best that you leave the gifts here on the table , to interrupt the ceremony would mean that you are challenging me and we would be forced to fight to the death." "Just little Cultural differences..."

Roland clamly took another drink of his Elarian Ale.

+---+---+---+---+

General Zel'Aroth raised his right hand high into the air to signal silence to the media.

"All your questions will be answered after the wedding reception."

The General then walked off to his Silver Limo and left back to the Imperial Palace all the while the media chased him.

OOC: I'm done for the night

OOC: I'm heading out too. I still have to shower before Rocky tonight. Woot! Final preformance. Woot!

*Alexander Valient took another swig from his snifter of brandy, feeling the alcohol burn his throat slightly as it went down. Just a few feet away, he could see Kitsu, a delegate from Vulpes-Vulpes strike up a conversation with the beautiful Tiana Vera'Teth of Elara. He had noticed her sneaking a glance his way earlier in the gathering, but before he could go over and introduce himself, Kitsu had struck up a conversation with him. No matter how hard he tried, he could not escape their boring chat about politics and the such.

And now the Vulpenian was making a move on the Cultural Advisor. He sighed, and then scowled at himself. He had been feeling sorry for himself the whole night, and the only way to perhaps have a little bit of enjoyment was to start doing something.

Alexander finished the brandy with a final toss of his head, and deposited th empty crystalware on a passing tray. He walked up to Kitsu and Vera'Teth, and cleared his throat.

"Actually, my dear Kitsu, I believe that Ms. Vera'Theh was about to show me about the palatial estates. Please, excuse us..."

*Alexander took the Cultural advisor by her arm, and brushed past the shocked Vulpenian. He took her to the side of the ballroom, and immediately blushed.

"I'm sorry. I... wanted to say hello... but... I'm not so good at this."

*Alexander fumbled for the words, and glanced down at her Elarian sword. It vaguely resembeled Valient's own. which was purely ceremonial.

"I'd like to introduce myself. My name... is Alexander Valient, but you can call me Alex."

From a cartorian craft that had just landed ambassidor Zach Briggs emerges. "sorry if i'm a little late we had a little..... run-in with some old friends." He then brushes himself off and says, " The Cartorian Emporer sends his regards and would like me to talk later about diplomacy with your country."

OOC: Valient would like to apologize to the Elvarin delegation for never replying to Lionel. He was too busy feeling sorry himself, as well as looking out for the beautiful Tiana Vera'Teth.

His feelings, depending on where this ceremony goes, will come out in due time. Thank you for your compassion. :oops:

"Nice country, this." President Harrington observed as the Adejaani guests rode along in their own limousines. Adejaani and Elaran fighter aircraft patrolled the skies above. A while later, the Adejaani delegation arrived at the Imperial Palace. "Uh, where to now?"

OOC: Im off for the night Peace!

A maid with a strong Elarian accent came and curtseyed the delegation.

"Right this way love!" Says the ever cheerful Maid as she leads the delegation to a massive room that looked like it could fit several houses inside.

"Here ya are lass , now if theres ANYTHING I can get for ya you just let me know!" As the maid leaves she points to the bed where a letter lay.

The Letter Reads: "Dearest Natalya , how I hope you fell inlove with Elara when you came and how I also hope that you are happy." "Soon you will not only be my wife but an Empress and from what Ive heard of you what a fine Empress youll make." "Much is in store for you , I look to the future with great hopes , my Empress." -Roland

Tiana blushed as she knew the man must have been nervous. She was also very shocked but what had just happened.

"Its an honor to meet you Alex , as you might know I am Tiana Vera'Teth but you may call me Tia if youd like." Tiana says with a curtsey.

"I have heard of your loss , please allow me to give my deepest condolences."

[quote="Elara"]Roland walked over to Lionel and quietly spoke.

"She is single my friend , never been married." "And its best that you leave the gifts here on the table , to interrupt the ceremony would mean that you are challenging me and we would be forced to fight to the death." "Just little Cultural differences..."

Roland clamly took another drink of his Elarian Ale.

"Well then, that would be bad for one's health I do believe", Lionel smiled showing that he understood.

"I was wondering if I may sample some of your Elarian ale?", and turning his head slightly to King Yvse, "And I heard you also have dragons in your realm. Tell me, are they as large as our own?"

Roland laughs and hands Lionel a glass of Elarian Ale.

"Be careful my friend tis the strongest drink in existence." "Its been banned in several nations." "As for the politics , of course Im willing to discuss it at a later date." "We'll discuss date later , Im sure in future Elara and Elvarin will become great friends and maybe one day allies."

Roland raises his glass to Lionel and then takes a swig.

"Well, Tia... how about that tour..."

*Alex nervously took Tia's arm and tucked it under his right arm In his left, Alex still carried the small steel box, which was the wedding gift. He had noticed the huge table of gifts, but did not want his to be lost in the shuffle.

Alexnstraightened up in his tux. He had a beautiful woman at his side. Things were looking up.

From out of the corner of his eye, the president could see Kitsu skulk away, tail tucked between his legs. That made him smile. Placing one hand on Tia's own, he could feel a warmth emanating from the cultural advisor. It was strong.

Alex led the beautiful Elaran around the side of the huge ballroom. From the side he could see the many gathered delegates from around the world: among them was the strong centaur Seta, who along with her 5 Atlantian guards looked out of place, and Kerlius I with her cat angel.

However, the only person that he could see out of all of the world leaders was Tia. He had to admit, he had fallen head over heels for a woman he barely knew... the way she wore her hair, her strong demeanour, her sword skills, everything made him instantly attracted to the Elaran.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a guilty voice reminded him of Karianna. He pushed away such thoughts, and looked back at Tia.

"Oh my..." thought Alex, "She even smells like Kari... If only should could have been here, if only not for... that damned Omega Pulse, and Kanuckistan and Fuggolia..."

*Alex shook his head to clear it. It was no use. She was gone, and there was no point bringing back old ghosts, especially with such a beautiful woman on his arm.

Alex looked at Tia and put on what he hoped was a brave face. He was unsure of what to say next.

"I apologise. I am... preoccupied.

So...are you here with anyone?"

OOC: Will there be a dance? Alex so wants to get Tia on the dance floor.
OOC2: What does Tia look like? Hard to describe her from Alex's viewpoint if I don't know what she looks like. :oops:

Roland laughs and hands Lionel a glass of Elarian Ale.

"Be careful my friend tis the strongest drink in existence." "Its been banned in several nations." "As for the politics , of course Im willing to discuss it at a later date." "We'll discuss date later , Im sure in future Elara and Elvarin will become great friends and maybe one day allies."

Roland raises his glass to Lionel and then takes a swig.

Grinning, Lionel replied, "Bottoms up", and gulped down a sizable amount of the liquer....and proceeded to choke.

With tears streaming down his face, he sputtered out, "Now that is strong! I rather hunt a dragon than doing that again!"

OOC: I'm off for the night. Gentlemen. I will be back tomorrow evening. Please do not make a play for Tia, as I will not be here to defend her honour and mine.

Well, you can, but please do not godmode any sort of conflict. Thank you :D

Tia smiled , she was enjoying Valients company and it was good to be away from all the politics for once.

"Its quite alright Alex , just relax your in the presence of friends and for now there is nothing for you to worry about."

OOC: Yes there will be all types of things to do at the reception after the ceremony.

OOC2: Well Ive never had the chance to really express what she looks like , Ive always just stated that she was quite beautiful. I tell ya what you can play artist here and choose between a different combo and eye and hair colors for me. Hair: Blonde , Red , Black. Eye:Ice blue , light green. Thanks for helping out.

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Roland laughs as he pats Lionels back.

"Dont feel bad I offered this drink to Intergallactic Leaders at conference on Elaras Kebrel Space Station one of the leaders took a swig and passed out instantly." "Even though by the end of the meeting everything was ok , its still bad when Rulers have to be rushed to a sickbay for immediate medical attention because they drank some of your ale."

The Adejaani delegation stuck to a corner of the hall and drank their glasses of Elaran Ale in silence. Apart from a few polite nods, the group mostly kept to themselves, despite the fact that they were, supposedly, half of the reason for these celebrations.....

Grinning sheepishly for an elf, Lionel replied, "Do you use this drink as fuel for fighter aircraft? You could make millions considering that this is organic....it is organic isnt it?", he finished worriedly.

Shaking his head to clear the remnants of his mind, he continued, "Is your empire currently at peace? Back in my homeland, all I have to do is hunt down pirates and train our warriors eternally to perfection. That doesnt mean we arent glad of peace, its the repetition that gets you down. Can you tell me how long its been since you prefected plasma technology? Our race has shunned that technology since it has a nasty habit of taking down the enemy and the elf who pulled the trigger", Lionel laughed.

The Adejaani delegation stuck to a corner of the hall and drank their glasses of Elaran Ale in silence. Apart from a few polite nods, the group mostly kept to themselves, despite the fact that they were, supposedly, half of the reason for these celebrations.....

Asking another question of Emperor Roland, "Why are the Adejaani congregating just among themselves, my lord? Is it their customs?"

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer of 1st Elvarin Regiment

Secretary of State Charles Burke had apparently moved closer and out of the crowd, because a moment later he moved over to Colonel Lionel Brightwing. "It's because we at Adejaani get uncomfortable at such formal affairs. It's usually a dinner, several toasts and speeches, smile for the cameras and get on with it. We don't like to stand on parade. A waste of time and energy. Oh, hi, I'm Secretary of State Charles Burke." He shoved a hand forward. "Pleased to meet you."

The man from Ermor was quite pleased with what he had already seen. Apparently humans, even if they have not met each other and have been apart for generations, always have something in common. He had made sure that he wasn't dropping anything for the machine to collect, who knows for what demented reason it would use those. The Ermorians, while they were differently inclined than these people, weren't that different from them. Magic does not inherently change human nature, just as technology doesn't.

He wasn't exactly looking for anyone to talk to, but it wasn't like he wouldn't talk if someone wanted to. He wouldn't start a conversation, though. Even if he is rather sociable for a mage.

(OOC: I went to sleep without saying anything unlike the rest. But I'm back now.))

Seta walked around, looking to get into a conversation. The problem was, she didn't know anyone.

Secretary of State Charles Burke had apparently moved closer and out of the crowd, because a moment later he moved over to Colonel Lionel Brightwing. "It's because we at Adejaani get uncomfortable at such formal affairs. It's usually a dinner, several toasts and speeches, smile for the cameras and get on with it. We don't like to stand on parade. A waste of time and energy. Oh, hi, I'm Secretary of State Charles Burke." He shoved a hand forward. "Pleased to meet you."

Lionel turned and smiled warmly, taking the offered hand and answering in return, "And I am Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing, of the House Of Tel Alorn, Of the Elvarin Empire. And I was sent here as a representative of my nation on your joyous union of two souls".

Grinning, he continued, "Your hearing is almost as good as an Elf. Perchance you may tell me a bit of your own history".

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer of 1st Elvarin Regiment

"I was wondering if I may sample some of your Elarian ale?", and turning his head slightly to King Yvse, "And I heard you also have dragons in your realm. Tell me, are they as large as our own?"[/quote]

"Hmm, let's see, dragons. The only known one is the Blue Gigas, Bluheim, but he was shot out of the sky over a hundred years ago, and still lays dormant on Mt. Kazai, where he crashed. It's a good thing, too; the last time he was woken, he wiped out an entire airship fleet. And yes, he is very large. Bigger than the biggest airships ever created."

Grinning sheepishly for an elf, Lionel replied, "Do you use this drink as fuel for fighter aircraft? You could make millions considering that this is organic....it is organic isnt it?", he finished worriedly.

Shaking his head to clear the remnants of his mind, he continued, "Is your empire currently at peace? Back in my homeland, all I have to do is hunt down pirates and train our warriors eternally to perfection. That doesnt mean we arent glad of peace, its the repetition that gets you down. Can you tell me how long its been since you prefected plasma technology? Our race has shunned that technology since it has a nasty habit of taking down the enemy and the elf who pulled the trigger", Lionel laughed.

"Elara is currently involved in an Intergallactic War in which our Allies the Adejaani are side by side with us." "Humans do not know if the sacrifices our people have made so that the evils of the deep do not reach this system or any other civilized systems." "We forget our harsh contrasts Elara being an Imperial Warrior Race and Adejaani being a Democratic People , all that seems to go away when we're fighting side by side against an enemy that wishes to use our people as food."

Roland pauses briefly.

"As for the Elarian Ale Im sorry we cant give out family recipes." Roland says with a laugh as he walks over to Seta.

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Roland walks up to Seta and greets her.

"I must say it truely is special that you could be here today , your the first Centaur Ive met and the first ever to visit Elara, I thank you for coming." "Who is the Atlantian Government truely these days?" "As you probably know we havent had that much contact in some time now."

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General Zel'Aroth walks over to the Ermorian and bows slightly.

"Honor to meet you m'lord I am General Zel'Aroth of the Elarian Imperial Marines." "Where might you come from if you dont mind a conversation?"

Vyse turns back to Roland.

"So, your Highness, I've heard that your country has gladitorial battles for..."entertainment." They wouldn't happen to occur in coliseums, now would they?"

"Hmm, let's see, dragons. The only known one is the Blue Gigas, Bluheim, but he was shot out of the sky over a hundred years ago, and still lays dormant on Mt. Kazai, where he crashed. It's a good thing, too; the last time he was woken, he wiped out an entire airship fleet. And yes, he is very large. Bigger than the biggest airships ever created."

Staring with horror at King Vyse, "We dont kill dragons!! They are proud and noble beasts. We have lived in peaceful co-existance with these graceful creatures of the air, often fighting together rather than divided. And those wishing to become warriors in the Dragon Knights must first bond with these creatures to enhance themselves. If you wish, we would send in candidates to attempt to bond with the creature so that you will have nothing to fear any further", Lionel offered.

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

Roland truns to Vyse and nods.

"We have mighty coliseums and arenas in every major city." "Those who are sentenced to death can die by execution or fight in the Coliseum as a Gladiator until death comes for them."

"Elara is currently involved in an Intergallactic War in which our Allies the Adejaani are side by side with us." "Humans do not know of the sacrifices our people have made so that the evils of the deep do not reach this system or any other civilized systems." "We forget our harsh contrasts Elara being an Imperial Warrior Race and Adejaani being a Democratic People , all that seems to go away when we're fighting side by side against an enemy that wishes to use our people as food."

"Can you tell me more of this war? Of this enemy? If the cause is that of right, the warriors of the Elvarin will always stand by you, as I know in my heart that is what every Elf in our empire would naturally agree upon", Lionel asked with keen interest.

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

Roland truns to Vyse and nods.

"We have mighty coliseums and arenas in every major city." "Those who are sentenced to death can die by execution or fight in the Coliseum as a Gladiator until death comes for them."

"Ah, damn. I can name some senators right now who're gonna flip when they hear that. They're probably gonna try to sack me again, just for coming here. You see, coliseums aren't.....looked well upon in my country. It's been almost a hundred years since the Grand Coliseum in Valua was destroyed, but its "legacy" still thrives. Remember one thing, Roland, when you're watching that stuff. Death for entertainment might just breed more death and suffering than you can possibly imagine. In Valua, while the coliseum wasn't the only factor, hatred and a joy in the suffering of others bred quickly. It led to the almost complete destruction of the Old Valuan Empire, and the death of thousands of innocents. Be mindful of the ideas and feelings those games are putting into your peoples' collective heads, or it could really backfire."

Roland looked at Lionel with eyes that shown an eternity of war.

"No doubt your people are stron and I thank you for your gracious offer." "No one must no this location , we cannot risk more." "Please understand friend."

Roland looked at Lionel with eyes that shown an eternity of war.

"No doubt your people are stron and I thank you for your gracious offer." "No one must no this location , we cannot risk more." "Please understand friend."

Lionel nodded but he stated, "If ever the horrors of your eternal war should threaten to overwhelm you, and with your backs to the wall, our warriors will march to war in your aid and we will never regret it".

"After all", he continued, "friends help one another".

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

Staring with horror at King Vyse, "We dont kill dragons!! They are proud and noble beasts. We have lived in peaceful co-existance with these graceful creatures of the air, often fighting together rather than divided. And those wishing to become warriors in the Dragon Knights must first bond with these creatures to enhance themselves. If you wish, we would send in candidates to attempt to bond with the creature so that you will have nothing to fear any further", Lionel offered.

"I'm glad to say that Bluheim will probably never wake up again. With the Blue Moon Crystal lost in the mists of time, he can not be reawakened. I'd like to point out two more things. One: Bluheim isn't dead, he just got knocked out. And two, Bluheim isn't a real dragon, not in the real sense of the word. He is a Gigas, the Blue one to be exact. The Gigas were living weapons, created by the civilizations of the Old World to conquer one another. Also, he has no mind of his own; the possessor of a Gigas' Moon Crystal alone can command him, and the Gigas cannot resist. That is why I am very glad that my great-grandfather and his crew defeated or destroyed all of the Gigas, as well as disable the superweapon created by all the Moon Crystals combined, or else everyone in the Republic would be slaves right now, including myself."

"Honor to meet you m'lord I am General Zel'Aroth of the Elarian Imperial Marines." "Where might you come from if you dont mind a conversation?"

The man nods, and says:

"From the Holy Empire of Ermor, I am called Tarchon Avius, and I am from the Ermorian order of the Arcana."

Roland truns to Vyse and nods.

"We have mighty coliseums and arenas in every major city." "Those who are sentenced to death can die by execution or fight in the Coliseum as a Gladiator until death comes for them."

"Ah, damn. I can name some senators right now who're gonna flip when they hear that. They're probably gonna try to sack me again, just for coming here. You see, coliseums aren't.....looked well upon in my country. It's been almost a hundred years since the Grand Coliseum in Valua was destroyed, but its "legacy" still thrives. Remember one thing, Roland, when you're watching that stuff. Death for entertainment might just breed more death and suffering than you can possibly imagine. In Valua, while the coliseum wasn't the only factor, hatred and a joy in the suffering of others bred quickly. It led to the almost complete destruction of the Old Valuan Empire, and the death of thousands of innocents. Be mindful of the ideas and feelings those games are putting into your peoples' collective heads, or it could really backfire."


Roland looks at Vyse and almost looks offended then realizes he does not know the ways of Elara.

"It is not as your human television , it is an honor." "To die in the Arena is to gain back the honor you lost in your life." "Rose pedals are placed on the body and they are given a heroes burial." "Their sins are washed away and forgotten forever." "Remember where you are human , our ways are different from your own."

"I'm glad to say that Bluheim will probably never wake up again. With the Blue Moon Crystal lost in the mists of time, he can not be reawakened. I'd like to point out two more things. One: Bluheim isn't dead, he just got knocked out. And two, Bluheim isn't a real dragon, not in the real sense of the word. He is a Gigas, the Blue one to be exact. The Gigas were living weapons, created by the civilizations of the Old World to conquer one another. Also, he has no mind of his own; the possessor of a Gigas' Moon Crystal alone can command him, and the Gigas cannot resist. That is why I am very glad that my great-grandfather and his crew defeated or destroyed all of the Gigas, as well as disable the superweapon created by all the Moon Crystals combined, or else everyone in the Republic would be slaves right now, including myself."

Begrudgingly, "Aye, I will concede the point but if what you say is truth, then I am glad that such a corrupted parody of a proud race shall never awaken again. And I do hope it continues to stay that way".

Still feeling wozy from the Elarian ale, Lionel asked King Yvse, "I was wondering if i can have some more of your Loqua? Elvin constitutions are not that strong to withstand an assault from Elarian ale", he grinned weakly.

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

Roland truns to Vyse and nods.

"We have mighty coliseums and arenas in every major city." "Those who are sentenced to death can die by execution or fight in the Coliseum as a Gladiator until death comes for them."

"Ah, damn. I can name some senators right now who're gonna flip when they hear that. They're probably gonna try to sack me again, just for coming here. You see, coliseums aren't.....looked well upon in my country. It's been almost a hundred years since the Grand Coliseum in Valua was destroyed, but its "legacy" still thrives. Remember one thing, Roland, when you're watching that stuff. Death for entertainment might just breed more death and suffering than you can possibly imagine. In Valua, while the coliseum wasn't the only factor, hatred and a joy in the suffering of others bred quickly. It led to the almost complete destruction of the Old Valuan Empire, and the death of thousands of innocents. Be mindful of the ideas and feelings those games are putting into your peoples' collective heads, or it could really backfire."


Roland looks at Vyse and almost looks offended then realizes he does not know the ways of Elara.

"It is not as your human television , it is an honor." "To die in the Arena is to gain back the honor you lost in your life." "Rose pedals are placed on the body and they are given a heroes burial." "Their sins are washed away and forgotten forever." "Remember where you are human , our ways are different from your own."


"Sorry for any offense. It just seems to me that to live a good life, and to keep your honor in the first place, is alot more honorable than dying a good death. But, as you said, different customs for different people."

General Zel'Aroth looked at the Ermorian strangely.

"Pleasure to meet you...but...Arcana." "That is magic is it not?" "I have always nay believed in such things , Ive always dismissed them as childrens tales." "Tell me more."

"I'm glad to say that Bluheim will probably never wake up again. With the Blue Moon Crystal lost in the mists of time, he can not be reawakened. I'd like to point out two more things. One: Bluheim isn't dead, he just got knocked out. And two, Bluheim isn't a real dragon, not in the real sense of the word. He is a Gigas, the Blue one to be exact. The Gigas were living weapons, created by the civilizations of the Old World to conquer one another. Also, he has no mind of his own; the possessor of a Gigas' Moon Crystal alone can command him, and the Gigas cannot resist. That is why I am very glad that my great-grandfather and his crew defeated or destroyed all of the Gigas, as well as disable the superweapon created by all the Moon Crystals combined, or else everyone in the Republic would be slaves right now, including myself."

Begrudgingly, "Aye, I will concede the point but if what you say is truth, then I am glad that such a corrupted parody of a proud race shall never awaken again. And I do hope it continues to stay that way".

Still feeling wozy from the Elarian ale, Lionel asked King Yvse, "I was wondering if i can have some more of your Loqua? Elvin constitutions are not that strong to withstand an assault from Elarian ale", he grinned weakly.

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment


"Sure, no problem. Maybe I should have brought Mur Loqua instead of Relik, its not nearly as spicy. Oh well."

"Sure, no problem. Maybe I should have brought Mur Loqua instead of Relik, its not nearly as spicy. Oh well."

"Oh well indeed, but one can never complain when we are in good spirits, have beverages in hand and enjoying the company of others".

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

"Pleasure to meet you...but...Arcana." "That is magic is it not?" "I have always nay believed in such things , Ive always dismissed them as childrens tales." "Tell me more."

"Hmm, where should I begin... Arcana is the source of power for all mages who use Astral magic. There are many others, being the elemental paths - air, earth, fire and water - and the paths of nature and death. There is one other, the path of blood, but it was banned many years ago, and we, the mages of Eldregate, know not of it, partially thanks to the Censors of Ermor. It is a small miracle that they let some of us learn the ways of death."

"I myself specialized in astral magic, which does not mean that I have no power over other paths, though. Astral magic seems to have greater effect on things in Ermor than in other places for reasons unknown, it has always, let us say, worked the best there. An experienced mage of the Arcana can easily transport himself almost anywhere, as long as he has an idea where the place is. You would not wish to get lost in the Astral planes. Many inexperienced wielders of astral magic have never come back from there. I myself have lost a few too eager pupils in that fashion."

He stopped for a while, pondering, and then he continued speaking.
"Ah yes, the best of us were able to transport whole armies behind the lines of our enemies in a matter of minutes from the far side of the Continent. They could even crush the minds of enemy commanders, killing them. Such is the power of the Arcana in war."

"Do you wish to learn something about the other paths of magic? Or perhaps, more about the astral path?"

"Sure, no problem. Maybe I should have brought Mur Loqua instead of Relik, its not nearly as spicy. Oh well."

"Oh well indeed, but one can never complain when we are in good spirits, have beverages in hand and enjoying the company of others".

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

" You speak the truth, my friend."

Geishmman, tired from the jet lag, takes a break from eating and socializing, while Kesaru takes another walk. Kessler, however, is restless. She decides to look for a conversation, and is suprised at the talk and the talkers. Centaur, elves, fox-people, all about things that really didn't concern a Marine General. She heard a mention of the ShaRa war, but that was really beyond her knowledge, something for the Aerospace Force to deal with.

Geishmman, tired from the jet lag, takes a break from eating and socializing, while Kesaru takes another walk. Kessler, however, is restless. She decides to look for a conversation, and is suprised at the talk and the talkers. Centaur, elves, fox-people, all about things that really didn't concern a Marine General. She heard a mention of the ShaRa war, but that was really beyond her knowledge, something for the Aerospace Force to deal with.


While Vyse was talking with emperors and elves, Gilder and Gregorio had been off on their own, talking about old times and old friends. But Gregorio had excused himself and wandered off somewhere, leaving Gilder to his own devices. Seeing Kessler wandering around, observing the other guests, he decided to go over and introduce himself.

"Greetings, ma'am, I am Major General Gilder of the Repulican Armed Forces. Having a good time?"

"General Deunan Kessler, New Empire Marine Corps. Pleasure to meet you. And I have to say I am. Despite the fact that the UCSNE and Elara have been allies for a long time, we rarely get a chance to meet the Elarians in their home nation."

The last Dorman transport that delivered the "Gift" was sent back to the home planet for one more Delivery. It was sent to pick up the Commanding officer of the 21st Panzer Division the most powerfull and honored divisionin the Armoured Army. Along with him the provisional Generals Staff came with. The actual Generals Staff is in Afrika Monitoring the war so representatives take their place. After passing through Elarian security and AirForces the rest of the Dorman entourage arrives for this glorious day.




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Oscar von Preussen OberGeneral
Commander of the 21st Panzer Division



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Assistant Generals Staff

OOC: hey, I forget to discribe the gives I gave
IC: Necter is one of the most potente alcoholic bevereges in the universe. It is never for sale outside of AO, so very few Terrens or Elves (or any other race, for that matter) have ever tasted it. It has been said to be comparable to Elarian ale.
The "Golden" Trident should actualy be an Orcalic one. It is an Atlantian symbol of power, and is also a weapon. You can use it in hand to hand combat, and it can also fire a blast of energy.

OOC: Been asleep. Scattered replies, here.

IC: "Well....." Burke, Adejaani's senior Diplomat looked over to Colonel Brightwing and coughed slightly. Never a heavy drinker, it seemed that the person whose job it is to prevent diplomatic embarrassment to his nation seemed to himself be on the verge of causing it. "I'm the Secretary of State. I was wandering around anyway and I happened to overhear you. Um, as for history.....

"Adejaani was founded on the Four Values. Military Power to defend aggressors; Science and Medicine to increase lifespans and to combat illness; Engineering and Manufacturing, so we're self sufficient and able to support ourselves; and finally, Justice, so that every man, woman and child may enjoy liberties and freedom. Apart from the Four Values, we generally try to make peace and help out in any way we can.

"So please, tell me more about your country." Burke coughed again and was going rather red in the face from the drinking of Elaran Ale.....

*Alex was relieved that Tia seemed comfortable in his presence. It had been a while since he had been a bachelor, and was amazed that he had picked up the most beautiful lady in the room.

Tia's hair was a fiery red, and seemed to burn with an intensity that conflicted with her ice-blue eyes. All of it made the president shiver with pride and shame...

Alex, turned his head and called to his two bodyguards.

"Timon, Jason. Please find a suitable table for my guest and I. Somewhere close to the drinks, please."

*The two bodyguards, replete with their cermonial bodyarmor, ran off to find a table. WIthin a minute, Jason waved over Alex and Tia. They went over and sat down.

"Thank you men. Now, if you could fetch us... a bit the local ale, I'd be eternally grateful."

*The two men dissapeared into the evergrowing crowds. Alex, feeling a bit more confident, took Tia's hand and squeezed it.

"I must apologize for the way Lord Kitsu behaved earlier. He makes the rest of we diplomats a tad embarressed.

"However, where did you learn to handle the sword like that? Back in the Commonwealth, I had just started to reform the way our armies are run. Back during the reign of Thaddeus III, women were not allowed to practice the... deadly arts.

Women like you are... quite rare!"

Tia smiled as she looked into Alex's eyes.

"Please do not apologise for him , that is something he himself should have done." "Every Elarian has an Elarian Sword they are made for every Elarian right after they are born." "We are taught how to wield them all of our lives and each blade carries the flag of the Empire and the crest of our family on the guard." "Our armies use them as secondary weapons as well , as they have been used all throughout our history and have never failed us." "The Empire has never lost a war and many Elarians believe it is because of a few good Elarian Warriors and their blades." "We even have a branch of the military that is female only , some of our finest Warriors." Tia looked down at the table and sighed. "Forgive me Im rambling on."

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Roland who had been pacing around looked at the time and then walked from the room. Up the wide ivory colored stairs he walked to his chambers high in the tops of the Imperial Palace.

Shortly after he came down to the Great Hall again this time dressed in the Ceremonial Elarian Wedding Robe.

*Just then, Timon and Jason returned, with a crystal snifter of Elarian Ale for both Alex and Tia. Alex took one for himself, and passed the other to Tia.

"Please. don't apologize. It seems that all we are doing is apologizing tonight. That is not the way to start a beautiful friendship."

*Alex gingerly takes the well-crafted sword in his hand. He turns it over and mindlessly runs his fingers over the flag engraved in the blade. It looked vaguely of an eagle, or perhaps a falcon...

"From what I can hear, it seems to me that Elara has a history running deep with honour and... conflict.

I must say this. You... your people are very beautiful, but I find it almost sad... that you all are schooled so early on the art of war.

The Commonwealth is not innocent by any means, but I have seen first hand the price of war...

My wife and son were killed... in a bomb blast meant fo... for..."

*Alex quickly downs the rest of the Elarian Ale, and turns his head away. Timon and Jason look on, unsure of what to do.

"Great, just great!" Natalya Hannah Harrington, who was supposed to be the happy bride, was currently anything but the happy bride. Kicking aside a few cushions on the floor and chittering off a string of curses enough to make a sailor blush, she eventually heard the knocking at the door. "WHAT?!"

The door opened and Natalya ("Tally" to her friends), let out a surprised squeak, spun around, trying to keep one arm across her chest and the other a little further down, tripped on a cushion and landed on a pile of pillows. President Morghan Harrington of Adejaani, who also happened to be Natalya's mother, gaped for a full minute before she found her voice. "Tally, what are you doing on the floor..... Naked..... And painted blue from head to toe.....? And you don't need to worry, dear, I gave birth to you, I've seen everything before."

With a groan, Natalya lifted herself up off the floor, her arms wrapped around her chest not because of modesty but because she was cold. After being whisked from the airport, she had been taken to the Imperial Palace to be "prepared" for the wedding. There a High Priestess had informed her of the protocols. Ending up with the fact that, as per Elaran tradition, which is a combined "no hiding"/"what you see is what you get", meant that she was to be naked throughout. And to add to the embarrassment, because she was not Elaran, she would be painted to resemble one.

So Natalya, against her wishes, but not willing to offend the Elarans, had stood here naked, blushing red as a turnip, as she was ornately painted a deep royal blue. Despite her age, she'd never had a boyfriend before, so she was extremely modest about her body and more than embarrassed by the attention she got. The various freckles and blemishes in her skin had disappeared, but the greatest insult was her hair. Her precious copper curls were painted yellow (yellow!) to more resemble the Elaran norm.

She then stopped pacing and had it not been for the blue paint, would've blushed even more red. She'd only just realised that she'd be seeing another man naked, her husband to be, for the first time.....

"I hate this!" Natalya exclaimed and flopped on the bed, not caring about the instructions the Priestess Adepts that she can't sit down because the careful paint job wasn't yet dry and that she'd smudge it. "I have to be naked and painted blue and my hair!!! It's yellow!" Morghan crossed the room and hugged her, sure that the wet sensation meant her own chin was now yellow from the paint in her daughter's hair and her red silk dress, was marred by patches of blue.

Eventually, the two let go and Natalya lay her head in her mother's lap, crying softly while Morghan got yellow paint on her hands from stroking Natalya's hair. "I know you're upset, but you wanted to do this, remember? 'Bring civility and nobility to those fine warriors, such that they can too be known for how well they treat their citizens, so they can also be known for their poetry and humanity, as well as their warrior prowess.' You said that, remember? You also said 'I know I'll never be able to change their way of life, but maybe, through hard work, sacrifice and determination, I can maybe get them to see things a little differently. I'll do that even if it takes me a lifetime. No matter the cost.'."

"I know, mother....." Natalya curled up tighter against her mother. "Is just that, that..... It's about the boys. I..... I think I'm fine with the naked in public part and getting painted, the Elaran customs demand that..... But then I have to go and actually be with a guy for the first time in my life, that's a pretty big step for me, I don't know if I can....."

"Tally, dear, I deliberately didn't say anything about that because I wanted you to learn it for yourself....." Morghan paused, never realising how fast her child had grown up. "Just..... Be yourself, your own person. It'll work out. You'll find some way to make it....." Natalya stopped crying and the two hugged. Aware the paint job had been pretty well ruined, but no longer afraid, Natalya stood there while her mother took up the brush and fixed it up. Along the way, the two shared various stories and many laughs, some of which were caused by the brush reaching a sensitive area.....

Morghan Harrington left the preparation room, paint splatted and laughed out several hours later and indicated to the Priestess Adepts that the bride was fine and happy again. "Now, where can I get cleaned up and get changed? Paint doesn't come out of silk well....."

Lord Kitsu, having wandered off again, waiting quietly until both Alex and Tia were out of all of his sense, hopped and skipped to himself lightly at his glorious success.

"Gods it was about time he got the hint. It was clear they liked each other from the very begining. But it takes a very clever mind to find a way to manipulate them both into talking to each other. And no one is more clever is Lord Kitsu III. Ha ha!" He says to himself, as he continues jumping and skipping around, proudly. "It was tough going for a mintue there, I almost started to doubt my self, but he finally got the courage to talk to her." He stops. "Gods, I hope everything is ok with them. I do every want that poor man to be happy again. He has had such a rough time recently." Kitsu shrugs, then contines bopping around playfully. "No matter. From what I could see, they are prefect together." He skips, and jumps and spins around to where he knocks into a cute little maid holding linens, knocking her to the floor. "Oh dear Gods, I'm so sorry, Miss. Can I help you to your feet?" He says extending his hand.

Roland walks to the front of the Great Hall and turns to everyone.

"Everyone may I have your attention please."

As the crowd settled and looked to the Emperor he straightened his Ceremonial Wedding Robe and stood tall.

"Thank you." "It is with great honor that I welcome you all to a historic event , you will be the firsts to witness an Elarian religious ceremony." "Some of you might be shocked by the things you see here but remember , this is our ways." "If youll kindly take your seats the ceremony is about to begin."

The guests find their seats and soon Elarian Men holding banners of the Empire walk in with Minstrels and Bards (Musicians) and line up along the right and left sides of the room.

Shortly after the Tel'Roth Knights walk in holding their Elarian Swords straight up infront of their faces. They line both sides of the aisle where the bride will walk down.

Loud horns are then heard being sounded from the Silver Towers of the Imperial Palace. The sounds of the horns gave a slightly barbarian feel as they sounded like ancient warhorns.This signaled that the wedding was about to commense.

The room dimmed leaving only the torches and candles to light the room as the High Priestess and two Adepts entered the room and stood infront of Emperor Roland Meridius.

The Bards and Minstrels begin to play an elegant and mysterious tune that was to signal that the bride would now come down and enter.

Rolands blue heart beat like the drums of war , he tried to continue and look strong as he awaited the entrance of his wife to be.

Kitsu's ears start to twitch after he helps the maid to her feet. He hears something....muffed talking and what sounds almost like.....music. He just then realizes that he has, much to nobody's suprise, wandered right out of the Grand Hall. Ater excuseing himself to the lovely handmaid, he runs, as quietly as he can back into the Grand Hall, but to no luck: it seems there is no way he would be able to slink to his seat without upsetting the ceramony. He stops, and focuses for a second, and then begins to turn his body transparent. He wanders around people trying to not touch anyone or make a sound until he finds his seat, and then changes back to normal. He sighs softly to himself, and the strightens his ears, and moves himself, so as to make him self comfortable in a chair that was clearly not designed for someone with a tail. Once he is alright, he starts watching the beaudiful ceremony, reveling in this nation's intering tradishions, smileing to himself about the course of the day so far.

"What's that?" Vice President Aireserkeiel whispered to President Harrington, mother of the bride, as the two sat down in their seats. The rest of the Adejaani delegation, minus Bunker, acting as Father of the Bride, sat down too.

"This? Oh, it's just a mother's love." Harrington smiled and wiped a small speck of yellow paint from her chin. When Roland looked her way, Morghan nodded slightly and he nodded back slightly. She was sure he understood the message conveyed in her look: You mess with my daughter, then you can mess with my country, best friends and allies though we may be.

Outside the hall, Secretary of Defense Doctor Mark Bunker waited impatiently until the Priestess Adepts arrived. In the middle of that formation, Natalya Hannah Harrington, her hair painted yellow and her skin blue, looked positively dazzling in her Ceremonial Wedding Robes. Bunker, who hadn't known of this slight twist in the tale, nevertheless kissed her on the cheek.

Extending an elbow and seeing a blue painted hand slide into the crook of it, Bunker took a deep breath and began the slow march towards the altar. There was a shuffle of feet as everyone stood up. Through the flank of Knights, the two walked down the aisle. Though both remained calm on the outside, both were quaking inside at the magnitude and significance of the event that was to come. When they reached the altar, Bunker disengaged his arm from Natalya's and bowed deeply, carefully shuffling back and trying to keep his balance as he got into his seat.

Natalya, on the altar, briefed on what to do, blushed deeply, undid the clasp on the robe and was soon wearing only her thin coat of blue paint and knelt before the altar.....

Roland took off his robes and let them fall to the ground. He was slightly embarassed that an entire international delegation was now viewing his bare blue bottom.

The High Priestess steps forward and pulls back the hood of her robe revealing golden yellow eyes and jet black hair. Her Robes were the Ceremonial Robes of the High Priestess of Elara , they were sky bly and white with designs of silver and a bit of gold. She wore a silver necklace with a giant glowing emerald found in the mines of Elaras mountains. This necklace represented her status. She then spoke in a slow elegant voice.

"This is the day our glorious Emperor takes a bride." "The gods have blessed this day and this coupling." Her hand made two fists and they came out infront of her and touched together. "This union is destiny , do any challenge it?!"

Everyone waited , if someone challenged the Emperor would have to kill him in open combat. A sigh of relief came as everyone stood still and quiet throughout the congregation.

"Roland the gods demand sacrifice so that this union remain blessed , do you accept this?"

Roland gives a nod. "I accept High Priestess!" "Let the Gods take what they will!"

The Priestess pulls out a small ceremonial sword that was gold and etched with runes , it had jewels all over the handle and was said to be a gift of the gods. With the sword she slices open Rolands chest and his blue blood spills on the ground infront of him. His natural regeneration heals the wound quickly.

The Priestess takes two fingers and takes some of the blood off the ground and makes a symbol with it onto Natalya's forehead. At the same time the two Adepts step forward and rub the great amount of blood onto the altar. After they finish they step back.

"Roland , Qarea teth , jeentara sentesh?"

"Saraah nyah deybarah Natalya!"

The High Priestess turns to Natalya and glares into her eyes to see if she speaks truth.

"Natalya , Qarea teth , jeentara sentesh?"

Natalya knelt in front of the altar, silently wondering if anyone was watching her. She felt extremely vulnerable and self concious, naked as she was. The cling of the paint offset this slightly, but nevertheless, she focused on the ceremony.

Her eyes then went wide as Roland's chest was sliced and his blood spilled onto the floor. Hopefully, she wouldn't need to have her chest sliced in the same way? She could no longer wear a bikini, if it were so. A white robe blocked Natalya's view and interrupted the thought, as the High Priestess' cool fingers traced across her forehead in an intricate pattern. When she stepped back, Natalya could smell the slight metallic smell of blood.....

Koon-ut-kal-if-fee Natalya silently wondered to herself as she watched the exchange between Roland and the High Priestess. Are they going to bring out Lirpas and would the High Priestess get to yell Kroykah! to stop someone? Suddenly aware everything had stopped and they were looking at her. Was she meant to say something?

"Saraah nyah deybarah Roland." Natalya managed in a surprisingly loud voice, unused to the Elaran language, then waited for the next part.

Hello, I'm Gkx'óse of Letila and I'm hear to tell you about anarchism. It's a new idea that will bring prosperity. Here's some brochures that will explain it.

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Kûk‡xenisi n!ok‡x'osi xno-k‡xek‡emi.
The state only exists to serve itself.
Racism-the other stupid ideology
Peace, love, and girls with small waists and really big butts!
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I'm male. Note the pic
of attractive women.

OOC: Letila, this is an In Character RP and you're currently in the middle of a wedding. Either sit down and shut up or get out. Please!

PS You need more ships built? 8)

Roland smiled as the last bit of his wound healed up.

The High Priestess held her hands together and looked at the two intensely.

"And now make your vows to your mate , and remember the gods are watching."

Rolands looks over to Natalya and gently takes her hand.

"M'lady , I will honor you always." "I will always be true no matter what challenges and trials are thrown at us I will always be there for you." "I will not only be your husband but your guardian , your faithful companion , your friend." "May you love this land , may it become home to you , I thank the gods for bringing you into my life and the life of the Empire."

Heads turn to look at Natalya and they wait for her vows to be spoken.

Seta was very intreaged. And on her lap, her phone sat, and the one watching though it was none other then Senator Orion himself, who was also most interested. He was not even aware of the massive fleet passing by behind him. Soon, however, both Orion and Seta began to form tears in their eyes. They where tears of joy, as weddings didn't happen every day. There what also a tear of sadness in Orion's eye as he watched. He had never known true love, and wished he had. He had always been buisy building a nation. Now, he was 50. Although, because Atlantians lived to 200 years, and maybe up to 250 if they where lucky, he only looked in his early 30's. He suddenly felt something inside of him. He needed a wife. Someone to love, someone to care for. At that moment, he desided that he would begin to look for that special someone. He couldn't afford to wait any longer.

Natalya blinked, not remembering anywhere that there would be such vows made. Licking her lips and remembering her mother's advice to 'be herself', she took Roland's hand in her own.

"As this gesture of one hand holding another suggest, so shall be our two peoples united in spirit. As my skin, turned blue for this occasion, symbolise a coming together between ourselves, two brave souls travelling the universe and plumbing the mysteries of life. For now, as we wed, the only difference between our two peoples shall be but naught and our love and dedication for each other shall stretch into the depths of eternity. For while you bring my people a fierce warrior spirit and traditions, I bring yours compassion and understanding. Forever will our hearts beat as one, never will our hearts grow apart and never shall the bonds between us or our people be broken....."

Natalya smiled and in that moment, she knew she made the right choice. She loved the guy and their two nations shall never be separate again.

Oh, sorry. I'll wait til after the wedding to do my advocating.

OOC: Yes, I'd like some more fighters. I've bumped the shipyard thread so you'll only have to dig a few pages if you want to post there.

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Kûk‡xenisi n!ok‡x'osi xno-k‡xek‡emi.
The state only exists to serve itself.
Racism-the other stupid ideology
Peace, love, and girls with small waists and really big butts!
http://www.sulucas.com/images/steatopygia.jpg
I'm male. Note the pic
of attractive women.

Kitsu blinks. He blinks twice, and then reachs down to grab his tail. He darts his fluffy organge and white across his eyes, wipeing away what would be a waterfall of tears if he allowed it to, if he allowed him self to make a scene. He too felt lonely. He was well-known as a playboy in Vulpes-Vulpes, but while watching this glorious exchange, he wished he could find that one person to spend his life with. It is at this time that he notices Alex of Valient and Miss Tia sitting near each other, and he remembers the good deed he did today and thinks to him self, 'Well, if I can't find love, at least I can help others do so. That's right I can be a regular Cupid or Eros. Yeah that.....' he sniffles at the sights. 'Yeah....'

Orion was doing all he could to hold back the mass of tears. Finaly, he couldn't hold it anymore, and began cryig in ernest. Seta looked over and turned down the volume on the phone, so Orion's crying wouldn't distrupt the wedding.

Samuel sat silently gazing at the new couple. He was holding hands with Elläne, and the two were mutually happy, for they knew that one day, they would be doing the same. The entourage that followed Samuel was in perfect silence, carefull not to disrupt the delicate wedding. They were exulting the greatest amount of disciplince, the amount of discipline exulted by their Prussian Ancestors. EAch officer said nothing, and showed no emotion, but deep in their hearts, they were satisfied and happy. For each officer knew Emperor Roland, and they all had nothign but happy thoughts and feelings.

The High Priestess finally shown a slight smile as she steps forward. Her two Adepts go behind Roland and Natalya and place their robes back on them.

"Stand Emperor Roland Meridius of Elara , and stand Empress Natalya Hannah Harrington Meridius of Elara." "Gods be praised!"

The congregation stood as the Emperor and Empress rose to their feet.

When Natalya rose the lines of Tel'Roth Knights kneel immediately with a loud clank of armor clashing and hitting together. When Natalya had first entered they had not bowed to her because she was a normal woman. But now when she rose she was Empress of Elara and like the Emperor she was now a godlike figure to all Elarians. This all symbolises her ascendency.

Emperor Roland Meridius looked over the crowd happily.

"We will now have the wedding reception can you all please make your way to the back of the Great Hall."

The Bards and Minstrels began to play a happy tune as all the room began to dance and have refreshments. Just then a line of Maids and Butlers bring in the finest of Elarian Cuisine , enough to feed an army.

Roland looks to his lovely new wife and smiles.

"That paint looks uncomfortable I understand if youd like to go wash it off , please feel free if you so wish my love."

About that time High Commander Ciana Toreth of the Valkyries (All female Elarian military branch.) enters the room and begins greeting delegates.

Pluskat saw the grand Ciana. He felt something, and his Ears pointed. He thought about it, he saw what happened to Kitsu, and he wanted nothing as embarassing to happen to him. So he went over and intruduced himself.

"Tag, hi...My name is FeldMarschal Pluskat von Rheinhardt, I noticed that you command the Valkyries, I myself command the Wehrmacht, the Dorman-Sudean army. I see that you hold a sword like every other person...May i see it?

Natalya got back onto her feet in a shaky manner as the circulation to her feet had been cut. Finally able to turn around, Empress Meridius blushed underneath her blue coat of paint as they applauded and cheered. She had already felt extremely self concious, being naked there on the altar, but this was becoming a bit ridiculous. She suddenly realised how zoo animals felt and made it a point to tell her mother to get the zoos in Adejaani to be even more humane than they already were.

Her mother and the rest of the Adejaani delegation were all applauding, but based upon their pained facial expressions and forced smiles, Natalya was sure they had all memorised how the back of her head looked. All except her mother, who'd known what was happening, but only smiled warmly as she clapped, before being led back into the reception hall.

Roland then turned to her, smiled and said something. Natalya looked back up at him, an evil look on her face. "Why? I think I like being an Elaran. Besides, shouldn't you see if I look like a proper Elaran, from head to feet before I wash it off?" Natalya giggled slightly and leaned forward to kiss him, the first kiss and it was magical.....

The strong beautiful woman looked a bit agitated.

"Certainly you may see it." She says sarcastically as she draws her sword and points it at Pluskat.

Most Elarians were not suprised , Ciana angered quite quickly.

Pluskat never flinched, this wasnt the first time he had a sword pointed at him and he doubted it would be the last. Anyway, he had his hand on his Oss dagger and the other on the blade of her sword running his fingers up and down the blade, each time getting that much closer to her hand.

Roland blushed profusely , his love for this beautiful woman now knew no bounds.

As the two walked Roland began to think about the future and how this union was most likely the best thing to happen to himself and the Empire.

"Ladies and gentlemen if youll all look to the Visual Screen youll see the present to my lovely new wife."

On the screen the center of New Berlin could be seen as a massive Elarian Flag is pulled of a giant statue. It unveiled a statue of Natalya , Elarian Crown atop her head.

Pluskat never flinched, this wasnt the first time he had a sword pointed at him and he doubted it would be the last. Anyway, he had his hand on his Oss dagger and the other on the blade of her sword running his fingers up and down the blade, each time getting that much closer to her hand.

Ciana grinned evilly.

"Very nice." She quickly swings the blade around again at Pluskat....this wasnt looking very good.

Some of the delegates gasped as Tel'Roth Knights begin to take bets.

PLuskat REacts to her blade by pulling out his own. The dagger may have been less that half the size of her sword but it was powerfull none the less. He pulled out the blade right on time to hold her swing before it tore into his flesh. He pushed her blade away in an almost cocky manenr as he could hear the chamber of the knights.

Ciana brushed away Pluskats hand and used her Elarian Sword to chop off his medallion just to taunt him.

The sounds of the Kinghts betting became louder and louder.

In the background the Butlers bring in a Karaoke setup at the request of the Dorman Luft Commander.

Pluskat stopped in his tracks, looked down. He was astonished, his knigts merit was cut off his neck, not so much the cut but the fact that she cut it off was just apauling. That was too much! He took the dagger in his hand and heaved it at her! The blade skimmed her neck and latched on to her Dog Tags and nailed her to the wall. She lowered her sword so she could use her other hand to loosne the dagger. Pluskat feeling like he won started to march up to retrieve his dagger.

Pluskat stopped in his tracks, looked down. He was astonished, his knigts merit was cut off his neck, not so much the cut but the fact that she cut it off was just apauling. That was too much! He took the dagger in his hand and heaved it at her! The blade skimmed her neck and latched on to her Dog Tags and nailed her to the wall. She lowered her sword so she could use her other hand to loosne the dagger. Pluskat feeling like he won started to march up to retrieve his dagger.

As Pluskat walked up Ciana raised her Elarian Sword to his lower regions.

"You want kids?" "Id suggest you back up if you do."

Ciana smiled , she'd had fun playing this rather dangerous game with Pluskat.

Natalya blushed at the sight of the giant statue. Undoubtedly, there'd be a lot more, as well as speeches, parades and a lot of other worshipful things happening. As she pondered this, she scratched at her chin and observed that the paint on her fingernails had already started to flake and her hair seemed like one giant mass. Sure that the rest of the intricate paint job was degrading, she kissed Roland once more and excused herself.....

..... Though not without trouble. Natalya had to shoo away her fair contingent of maids and butlers and she practically had to shove them out of the bathroom, which was actually far larger than her own room back at home in the Adejaani Executive Capitol Building. Her former home, she corrected herself with a slight frown.

..... And despite everything, Natalya had to smile. The Elarans had obviously done their homework, noting that her choices of toiletries, soaps and various hygiene products had been researched and available for her use. So picking up the tin of mineral salts and flower petals, she fixed a fragrant bath for herself, reflecting, as she slid in, how she could fit her entire desk inside it.

Actually, it was big and deep enough to stretch out and just float about, too. Eventually remembering that she was due back outside, Natalya reached for a scrubbing brush and soon, the water was tinged with blue as the paint was washed off her. Yellow soon joined the water as her copper hair was liberated from the paint, once again falling freely around her shoulders.

Slowly, Natalya got out of the bath and opened her eyes to find a small bevy of maids. With a squeak, she fell backwards into the bath, came back up spluttering. "What are you doing here?!" She practically screamed at them, careful to keep only her chin above the rim of the bath. When they explained their purpose, Natalya dismissed them and resolved to talk to her husband about it. Her husband, she mused.

Drying and getting dressed in a red silk gown which showed off her back and cut high enough to make a man blush, she returned to the Great Hall to a smattering of applause. Crossing to the other side of the room, her mother, Morghan, met her halfway and reached out to hug her, but those Elaran Tel'Roth Knights moved forward angrily with swords drawn with the intent to protect their Empress. In that instant, the Adejaani Secret Service Agents reached into their holsters, their intent to protect their President.

"STOP!" Natalya roared angrily. "Put your weapons down and ease up!" Both the Knights and the Agents took a step back and slowly sheathed their weapons. That talk with her husband will take a long time, Natalya reflected as she hugged her mother and then the rest of her extended family (the Adejaani senior government officials).

"So, I guess it's time for the speeches!" Natalya said as she reattached herself to Roland's side.

Pluskat, feeling the cold steel in his netherregions, reached for the dagger and snatched it. He backed away sheathing it.

"Ya know, that was the most fun ive had in years. Your one great woman. I hope we can do this again sometime. Ya know... I bet we could have a lot of fun!"

Just then Samuel walked up upon the two.

"My god man what happened to your merit? Heh, i see you had fun. When we get home ill have another issued to you. C'mon now, and bring your freind im going to sing and present the present!"

Samuel walks away as not to be late, and Pluskat looks back a Ciana and offers out his arm...

"M'lady?"

Ciana nods approvingly and takes Pluskats arm as she sheaves her Elarian Sword.

"Lead the way m'lord." Ciana says with a smile.

OOC: Been asleep. Scattered replies, here.

IC: "Well....." Burke, Adejaani's senior Diplomat looked over to Colonel Brightwing and coughed slightly. Never a heavy drinker, it seemed that the person whose job it is to prevent diplomatic embarrassment to his nation seemed to himself be on the verge of causing it. "I'm the Secretary of State. I was wandering around anyway and I happened to overhear you. Um, as for history.....

"Adejaani was founded on the Four Values. Military Power to defend aggressors; Science and Medicine to increase lifespans and to combat illness; Engineering and Manufacturing, so we're self sufficient and able to support ourselves; and finally, Justice, so that every man, woman and child may enjoy liberties and freedom. Apart from the Four Values, we generally try to make peace and help out in any way we can.

"So please, tell me more about your country." Burke coughed again and was going rather red in the face from the drinking of Elaran Ale.....

"That was a wonderful ceremony though a bit perculiar, and that man really wanted to get himself killed on an elaran blade", Lionel smiled as he remembered the little duel with the knights betting, though he sighed as he realised he was homesick.

"Ah, home, what can I tell you bout it? It was first a land of scattered Elven tribes, living a nomadic life in the forests and ash deserts before a single elf rose and united them all when we were faced with annihilation. He was the first to bond with the dragons and was the first amongst us to settle down and created cities. He purposely created a counsel before he died so that no one elf can abuse the power of our nation. We called him the emperor and with his passing, we have never had one since".

Looking at Burke more closely Lionel questioned, "my friend, I believe you should slow down on that dreaful liquer, before you leave your guts all over the floor".

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

Samuel saw the stage that was set up for the Kareoke. He went on stage.


"Ach Tung, Ach Tung. It is time for the speeches and presentations to begin. Ya know, ive known Roland for many a year now, and we have always been great allies. Ive seen many a capital city in my life but i ahev to admmit that his is the grandest of all. And I have one thing ive got to say about it:"


The lights dim, as Samuel takes the Mike off its stand and walk towards the center of the stage. A familieer song begins to play, as the lights get brighter and brighter. Then the kareoke activates and all hell rbeaks loose!


"Wer war vor Jahren kaputter als kaputt?
Wer stieg dann raus wie ein Phönix aus dem Schutt?
Und wer zieht heut' die Menschen wieder an,
Wie einst die Stadt, auf die man nicht verzichten kann?
Reißt mich das Schicksal auch manchmal hin und her,
Wie ist der Ort, wo ich stets am liebsten wär'
Und jedem Fremden, der hier war,
Dann ist die Antwort sonnenklar.

Das Neu Berlin, Berlin, die ewig junge Stadt.
Das Neu Berlin, die Stadt, die meine Liebe hat.
Genau inmitten von der Welt
Hat sie der Herrgott hingestellt.
Du mein Berlin, Berlin, du Perle an der Spree.
Wer dich erst kennt, Berlin,
Der sagt dir nicht ADIEU.
Denn deinem Zauber kann man niemals mehr entfliehn:
Dir, mein Berlin, Berlin, Berlin."

The song was in Samuel Native tounge but everyone could tell what the Song was about since the nam of the city was repeated many a time.


"Elläne, please bring me the gift. Ya see, i now know that many people brought ceremonial swords to present to Emperor Roland, but I have brounght him somehting special."

He opens the package and produces a Gold plated Oss Dagger, complete with crest, flag and other sayings embroidered on the blade.

"Roland my freind, my companion and mein Komerad, please could you come up here and accept my gift personally"





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General Felmarschal General Samuel Von Deutchreich

" You speak the truth, my friend."

"Now i believe my friend that this occasion calls for a toast, in fact several toasts", a mischevieous gleam was in his eyes as he declared, "Though Elarian ale may kill us, at least we will die with honour as we toast the lovely couples unto our deaths! What say thee o King Yvse? What say thee all!!"

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

Roland gleams happily at his new wife as he steps up on stage with her by his side.

Roland takes the Oss Dagger and smiles at Samuel.

"Id have to agree with my friends Samuel and Lionel , it is time for a speech."

Roland steps closer to the mic and gives a gentle kiss to his bride and turns to the mic.

"I must say this is by far the greatest day of my life." "A day without war a day with little conflict..." Looks to Pluskat and Ciana with a smile. "This union not only means that I get the finest wife I could ask for and that Elara gains a mighty Empress , but it means that Elara and Adejaani move closer together are bonds move past all mere friendships but a cementing bond , an alliance which cannot be broken."

Roland raises his goblet of Elarian Ale to the crowd.

"To Elara and Adejaani , forever."

Roland then took a drink of his Elarian Ale and looked to his wife to make her speech.

"To Elara and Adejaani forever!", and with those fateful words he gulped down the elarian ale, and promptly was close to passing out. But like an Elf he struggled and survived the onslaught of the ale coursing through his veins.

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

All of the entourage along wiht Samuel stand and raise their glasses of elarian ale to a toast and repeat:

"To Elara and Adejaani, Forever!!"

"Heil!"

Natalya smiled, took a sip of Elaran Ale and almost gagged at the taste, but managed to keep it hidden from the cameras. She was a non drinker, by choice and she genuinely hated the taste of alcohol in all forms. She respected the fact that others who wanted to drink, should be allowed to do so (but not allowed to, as a result, harm anyone). However, tonight, based on how freely everyone else was drinking, she was probably the most sober person in the room, with the exception of those serving the food and drinks.

"Um, what my dear husband said." Natalya began as she tripped slightly, feeling a bit woozy, while Roland reached out a hand to steady her. Even a few small sips, as vile as they were to her tongue, was making her light headed already. Was this being drunk? "Uh..... They say cowards seek the path of peace, but in reality, making peace is the much more difficult option of the two.

"And today, despite the closeness of our bonds, as two members of APTO, we grow even closer. Already, Adejaani and Elaran forces participate together in the field of battle against those Sha'Ra. Tomorrow, an official invitation will be extended to the Elarans, to begin humanitarian work, such as fixing up the school or hospital in a village where the people aren't as well off. But um..... Yeah..... That's about all. To Elara and Adejaani!"

Natalya took another sip of Elaran Ale and giggled, then leaned forward to kiss Roland. And based on the breeze that came through the slit down the side of her dress and the muted gasp of the crowd, she forgot to wear underwear. Oops.....

"Now Id like to call up President Morghan as we have agreed to further our bonds by signing a Pact of Military Assistance." "Should one of our nations be in dire need of assistance the other nation will send military support." "And now ladies and gentlemen , mother of my lovely wife , President Morghan Harrington of Adejaani."

The gathering erupts in applause and the flashing of cameras lights which makes Roland barely able to see the lines where he is supposed to sign. He then turns and hands the quill pen to Morghan. And takes a moment to pose for good shots standing next to Morghan with his beloved new wife.

Morghan Harrington, Natalya's mother and President of Adejaani stepped out of the crowd to applause. With a few decades' more experience with alcohol, she was coping better than her daughter, who remained giggling as she clung to Roland's elbow. She then had a brief thought. Assuming Elaran and Human biological compatibility, what color would the children be? Better yet, were Humans and Elarans physically compatible? With a noticeable shudder, she rid the thought of her child with a man and tried to smile for the cameras.

With a flourish, Morghan took the quill and signed and dated both copies of the pen, then stood up and smiled, being blinded by the flashes of the cameras.

Alex sighed when Tia motioned for him to stop dancing. He had waited all night to get her onto the dance floor, but alas, a new interesting sight to see.

Still, Alex had to admit that the wedding so far had exceeded all expectations. Seeing another culture's wedding formalities intirgued him, the chance to meet so many other world leaders pleased him, and meeting Tia... excited him.

Another thing that he had to admit was that he had to go and thank Lord Kitsu of Vulpes-Vulpes. Though he did not know it at the time, Kitsu's supposed flirtation with Tia was really a ploy to get him talking to her.

"An honourable man, that Kitsu." thought Alex, "I hope he meets someone at this wedding too..."

As the pacts of alliegence were signed by both parties to the wedding,
Alex and Tia craned their neck to see what was the matter. From what he could gather, the new empress, Natalya had forgotten to wear any underwear.

"That poor lady," thought Alex, perhaps now is a good time to give her this.

*Alex pulls the small steel box out of his tuxedo pocket and takes hold of Tia's free hand. Gently moving through the crowd, Alex made his way to
the head table, where Roland and Natalya sat, surrounded by onlookers and gawkers alike. Alex bowed at the waist in front of the royal couple and introduced himself:

"Good day. My name is Alexander Valient, from the Commonwealth of Valient, and this is for you, my lady."

*Alex holds out the steel box for the empress.

OOC: You may decide what is in the gift, Adejaani. It'll be more interesting this way :wink:

Natalya leaned forward to accept the metal box. "Thank you, Alexander Valient. I look forward to establishing closer ties with your country." With her face becoming steadily redder from the alcohol taking effect, she bowed, not aware that because of the design of the dress, showed off quite a lot of cleavage.

"Oh!" Natalya said, opening the gift. "A toaster!" She giggled once more. It was the simple things that made life interesting and funny, after all.

Roland looks to the crowd and a serious yet proud and happy look appears on his face.

"Theres one more thing Id like to do before things start drawing to a close." "We have been guarding a secret for some time now and only a few choice allies were allied information about this project which Im about to unveil." "Almost a year ago we discovered a starship that was at least two thousand years old our scientists calculated." "We brought it to the surface and worked on it on land at one of our research facilities , the whereabouts Im not going to disclose." "What I will say is that we found out it was Elarian , the very same vessel that brought us to Earth so long ago to escape a terrible threat." "The technology is far more advanced than anything we had ever seen and just getting it to work was a miracle itself." "This massive vessel will take another journey now , the journey home." "Hidden in its memory banks was the location of the Elarian Homeworld , and now this vessel with Elarians at the helm will travel back and discover a past we have long forgotten." "Admiral Hester will lead that mission as Commander of the vessel." "Even though hes used to the Sea he has volunteered for this mission and has studied of Starships and this Vessel for quite some time in preparation of the task given to him." "Thats all I will say at this time , may the gods bless your mission Hester , all of Elara prays for your safety and that you are able to find your way home , our home."

A shocked media begins asking a thousand questions and Roland turns to them making sure to hold his wife steady.

"I will be answering no more questions on that matter." "That is final."

The media then turns and begins hassling the other delegates knowing the Emperors words are final.

Roland and his wife then walk over to the large table baring gifts. One by one they inspect the presents whispering ooos and ahhs so that no-one will hear them.

Alexander was glad that the empress liked the toaster, which was considered a national treasure in Valient, but he was more concerned about something else.

"Tia, what is this all about? You are... not of this earth?"

Alex looks at Tia up and down. "Hmm, explains the blue tones."

Alex grabs Tia's hand more firmly, ignoring the crush of one cameraman.

"Tia, you aren't.. leaving, are you? Please say you'll stay."

Roland stands to once again address the guests.

"Ladies and Gentlemen its getting quite late and I believe its time to ask everyone to leave." "I would like to thank you all for staying , if you are too tired theres a building not far from here that you will be led to that has rooms and beds for the night , its for Delegates and these situations and is guarded by the Imperial Guard so I trust you should sleep well." "If you feel fine to fly your pilots have been contacted and you may make your way to the New Berlin AirPort." "I trust you will all keep in contact , I feel we have made strong friendships here , it would be a pity if they were forgotten." "Safe journeys friends."

Roland begins to shake the hands of Delegates as they leave and wish them well.

+---+---+---+---+

Meanwhile a lovestruck Maid sneaks onto Lord Kitsu III's plane.

+---+---+---+---+

Tia looks to Alex with a tear in her eye.

"Ill stay friend." "Please keep in contact." "Ill miss you."

"I'll miss you too..."

As Alex turned away from the beautiful Elaran, he wondered if he would ever feel as alive as he did just hours before. It was almost as if... he had went back in time.

Alex did not look back to the royal yards.

*Unfortunately, looks like Alex did not get to express his thanks to Kitsu for all he had done for him. His gratitude will be noted in the presidential logs.

Its late, and everyone is leaving. But Samuel Feels that there is more to be done and talked about. So he decides to stay. But, in turn he sends all that would like to leave. So basically the only ones that stay behind are Samuel, Elläne, and Pluskat for obvious reasons.

"I'll miss you too..."

As Alex turned away from the beautiful Elaran, he wondered if he would ever feel as alive as he did just hours before. It was almost as if... he had went back in time.

Alex did not look back to the royal yards.

*Unfortunately, looks like Alex did not get to express his thanks to Kitsu for all he had done for him. His gratitude will be noted in the presidential logs.

Tia grabbed Alex and kissed him before running off before he noticed her sobbing. These were uncertain times.

"Be...safe.." Tia said as she walked away swiftly.

Roland and Tally walked outside escorted by the Imperial Guard as well as two Tel'Roth Knights. They stepped into a silver limo and headed to the New Berlin AirPort.

"I hope you enjoy this my love , Kebrel is one of the finest Space Stations I know and is quite luxurious and even has a forested area with artificial sun incase you want a jog through the woods or a picnic." "Truely a masterpeice of Elarian design."

The Limo reached New Berlin AirPort where an Elarian Shuttlecraft was waiting.

As their things were loaded they got onboard and shortly after were off.

An hour later they dropped out of warp and were soon on Kebrel Station and were escorted to their room. Outside the windows of the room nebulas , space clouds and other beautiful sites could be seen...

+---+---+---+---+

Admiral Hester had everything prepared as the engines of the mighty spacecraft started. Its massive body lifted from the ground and was soon heading off into the unknown.

"Gods protect my crew , this ship and myself..." He said quietly to himself.

+---+---+---+---+

Inside the Imperial Palace Ciana walks over to the Dormie Delegation.

"Staying a night I see." "Ill be doing the same myself."

Maids come to take the Dorman Delegates to their rooms , as they walked away Ciana patted the guard of her Elarian Sword and winked at Pluskat as he was watching her.

PLuskat Was intrigued by what he just saw. So he calmly went to Ciana and said:

"Ya know, heh....it may seem kinda fast, but ya know...i like you. Your are linke no other Woman i have met. So ya know...If you wanna talk or somehting im in room 201B. Ok then, see ya later"

Being un-elflike, Lionel grogily debated within himself whether to accept the quarters being offered or to just lie down on a lawn. Mustering the powerful waves of willpower taught to him in the scholas militas, he managed to regain control of his limbs...well most of it.

Realizing that he didnt mention anything about the powers of his gifts, he hoped to the gods they dont tamper with it just yet. The sword and the brooch, powerful symbols and powerful arcana. Oh well there is always the morning to explain things..

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

Ciana grinned , he obviously did not know her very well. When she wanted something she got it , no matter what the other party had to say.

Ciana walks up the large stairs up to a series of doors , halls and more stairs. She uses a sign to figure out where 201B was and continues on her way down the long hall to her right.

Walking up to the doorway she snickers to herself evilly and lets herself in to the suprised look of Pluskat. She then locks the doors.

The sound of a tackle and struggle is heard , and the screams of Pluskat can be heard throughout the Imperial Palace.

Countess Ssaar made a point of thanking the royal couple fortheir graciousness as she left.

"....and please accept get this gift." She unfolds a thin and folded envelope of paper, and exposes a head-dress, made for a human-sized head. the material is platinum in a scaled pattern, with ivory beadwork trailing down the back of it.

"It was a lovely ceremony, and I believe that the Trade Minister, CEO Kargaah, will be most interested in opening formal relations between out governments. Fare thee well."

She bows to the royal couple as she leaves and professes her best wishes, and then makes to return home.

With the breaking of dawn, Lionel eyes popped open and he leapt to his feet with his sword in hand scanning the surroundings for enemy and trying to remember where he was.

He groaned inwardly, "I must have slept on the lawn", he cursed himself quietly as he sheathed his sword and rubbed his forehead which was aching in agony.

"Dear gods!! The gifts!!!", and with that exclamation, he went in search for anyone to tell him where the emperor and empress was.

"I hope i am not too late or they will be extremely suprised", Lionel just wished he told them sooner instead of running around like a mad human.

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Lord Colonel Lionel Brightwing
Of The House Of Tel Alorn
Commanding Officer Of 1st Elvarin Regiment

((OOC: So it *ended* when I was sleeping? Damn. And I only slept like... 7 hours or something.))

IC: The man from Ermor had left in the same manner he had come to the place, just disappearing in a blinding light. He had seen the ceremony now, and he was rather pleased, even if it was quite... Unusual, from an Ermorian point of view. Unlike the most, he was not drunk, as it would have been dangerous to enter the depths of Arcana in such a state, but he did eat in the event.

OOC-Goddam, missed the whole thing.
Kesaru and Kessler had earlier come and presented the couple with a diamond studded gold necklace from the Montascus mines for the Empress, and for the Emperor was an Auerstadt Sabre, famous in New Empirian history for being the weapon of honor among the warriors of the city states. It combined the the sharpness and metalwork of a Katana, with a Silver Cavalry Sabre hilt with red rubies embedded in it. It's sheath was bound in black leather with a Golden Eagle seal that identified the warriors in those times on it.
Geishmman was quite pleased with himself, but was reluctant about staying the night, because that would involve sleeping, which would probably lead to a serious hangover. Why? Because during the reception, and to the shock of quite a few guests, he downed more than entire bottle of Elarian Ale in one sitting. The thanked himself for his Irish and German heritage, and went to bed. Before hitting the lights, he decided that someone could make a very good business in New Empire by running an Elarian restaurant.

OOC:damn, missed the reception

IC:Seeing as there where no Atlantian ships nearby to pick her up, Seta desided to stay the night. She found her room confterbul, and went strait to sleep

In the morning, the Olympia arrived to pick Seta up. Senator Orion had just been picked up too, and was standing next to commander Vega.
"Sure wish I could have seen the wedding" said Vega
"It was a sight" replied Seta
Orion was quite. He seemed sad. As Vega and Seta walked inside with Seta's guards, Orion just stood there, thinking......

OOC: Damm I missed it! Lets just sy that Kerlius had given the couple her gift. a Giant platinum disk with two flawless diamonds in the center and engraved in gold in spanish around it, "This Is The Symbol Of The Unity Of Two Pure Hearts In Perfect Love For All Time"

IC: Kerlius I and her cat quietly left and went to the Sphereship and left Elara to return home to the Collective Awareness of Synchronized.


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Ambassador Kerlius I
There Is Only One, And That One Is Daemon
The Dominion of Synchronized

OOC: Same here, lets say a guard was told about the gifts arcana, the sword has master runes of speed as was described in one of the pages, while the golden dragon brooch for the wife has runes of protection, and both items tell where one another are at all times.

IC: Lionel gave a sigh of relief as he wandered back towards the corvette. "Soon I'll be back home with the regiment and i can safely say that I have made diplomatic ties with this honourable nation".

PLuskat woke to the sound of dressing and struggling. Ciana was standing next to his bed trying to get dressed. Pluskat got up and decided to help. That didnt go down well, as she pushed him back. She finishes and walk out wihtout a word. But with a wink. Just then there was a knock at his door. He went to answer it in only One JackBoot and his Grey overcoat.
It was Samuel!

"My god man! Were you attacked amidst the night?!"

"Sir, uhh I just had the greatest time of m'life"

"Well then,...well get dressed we are leaving in 2 hours."

"Yes Sir!"

2 Hours later the Scharnhörst was loaded up and ready to go. The ship had never left for extra security. As Samuel walked up the Gangway to the entrance he stopped, looked back and wondered.....could anything ever happen that would damage this great land?...

OOC: Damn stupid having to sleep. Miss the reception!

Lord Kitsu III, elected and crowned ruler of Vulpes-Vulpes, slowly opens a closet door when he doesn't hear anybody outside it. Then turning around, as he backs out slowly, he starts to say.

"Ahem, thank you for a wonderful time, Miss. " Tipping his imaganry hat. "I'll be sure to drop you a line, next time I'm anywhere near the Elaraian castle. Oh and......tell your master how greatful I am that he invited me, and I how I wish them the best. Bu-bye." He says closeing them door.

He then trys, with the success of a man who has done it before to fix his hair and clothes to look presentable. He then reachs into his pocket, and pulls out a small black pair of women's underwear, and then starts to play with them between his fingers, whisleing to him self, before putting them back when he sees people in the distance. He, keeps walking until he bumps into a daydreamy Samual of Dormie.

"Oh, es tut mir leid" He says quickly.

oOC: rofl, is it just me, or did 90% of the guests miss the reception