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| [OPEN] Royal Hawkwickan Reception | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 11 2016, 12:10 AM (1,186 Views) | |
| Hawkwick | Oct 11 2016, 12:10 AM Post #1 |
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"Easier said than done, my lord." "And yet, I've sent it, haven't I? And for the love of the Gods, stop calling me 'My lord', would you, Strenger?" "Of course--Magnus." Today was among the most important days in history for the High King of Hawkwick, Magnus II, or so it appeared. The invitation had been sent for only about four hours, but he knew that at least somebody was discussing their arrival. He'd attached the dates to the same document, too - the Reception was to start in two days. It was a bit of a short notice, but given his schedule, that wasn't much of a surprise. He knew that at the very least, Vandinium's delegation would show up, if only because his sister would get them all to go. Artstotskza and the newly-liberated Heimar, always intertwined in Hawkwickan pursuits in some way, were likelier to send someone to attend than most other nations, but he didn't rule out their total absence; they had their own problems these days. But for once, his neighbors were not what concerned him - he wanted to meet the rest of the world, properly. He wanted peace to become prosperity, and for that, he needed foreign entanglements, foreign money, even. And, while his wife had tried to console him, it was rather true: his friends were limited to his Generals and Fredrick. He needed more people in his life above all, if not for friendship than for at least some sort of animosity, something that broke the repetitiveness of what his life had slowly delved into. Sighing, he laid back in the couch, awaiting responses, or perhaps his wife's arrival. It'd been a hectic few months. "More wine, General Jensen?" asked the servant, looking over the woman in the military uniform. She shook her head. "No. Go away." The man nodded at once, strolling out of the room awkwardly. Evelyn Jensen had been given the crucial task of testing the refreshments in the main chamber of the palace - a chamber that hadn't been properly used since an event she'd actually attended back around a decade prior. Of course, the team behind the drink was a different entity, one provided by a business conglomerate of local Volunruud cafes, breweries, and restaurants. None of that particularly mattered to her right now, but in her short tenure as a General, she'd come to find out two things: it was always useful to know who was behind everything; and that she was a shit commander. The second point's source had come out of desperation, and had originally been more of a symbolic gesture than anything - but with Arminsen's death, a lot of doors had opened up for her. And one of those doors was looking particularly promising: the door to DRAGON leadership, and by extension, a whole lot of finding out who was behind everything, A welcome change from field command; and perhaps more importantly, a job where she could rest, and let others do the heavy lifting. Spirits knew she was tired of that. She only hoped she'd end up in a more promising position than the last Jensen who'd held the job, Rickard, who, under Hellhorn, had gotten himself torn to bits by none other than Elisia Drainheart. Evelyn was glad that thing was gone; it'd brought only chaos. Congratulations, Narheim. she thought, remembering the official account of that fateful day. What an opportunist, Narheim was. Liquidating his friend, the Kaiser, and his barely-returned wife as soon as they'd proved to be detrimental to him? The media had painted him as a deeply flawed, yet deeply evil man, but she thought there was more to that story than they'd let on. The answers, at this point, were only a phone call away. |
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| Hawkwick | Oct 13 2016, 12:44 AM Post #11 |
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To United Moreland To Heimar To Artstotszka |
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| Libby | Oct 13 2016, 09:03 AM Post #12 |
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 I have been instructed by the Clan Council to represent them at this event of yours, something I am delighted to do. The nation of Gaidhealtach have for a long time found ourselves isolated in terms of our foreign policy. As such this is a golden opportunity. Please expect my arrival at the commencement of your ball. I shall be bringing with me a rather large cask of Spreyside Whiskey and I hope to share this with new friends. Beannachd Dia dhuit. Jarl Murray Ross Chief of the Ross Clan |
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| Nova | Oct 13 2016, 02:10 PM Post #13 |
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| Hawkwick | Oct 14 2016, 01:24 AM Post #14 |
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To Gaidhealtach To Vinitsia |
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| Hawkwick | Oct 19 2016, 12:37 AM Post #15 |
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Deadline's over. Thought Magnus as he put down the government phone, resting it back in its receiver. From this point onwards, the Reception was in order - followup messages had been sent to the nations that had initially accepted, and right now, he was expecting world leaders any minute. Any further thoughts he would have had on the matter were interrupted by another knock at the door. He grudgingly got up, opening the door to see both Strenger and Jensen at his doorway. "Hello, sir." said Jensen, having apparently escorted Strenger herself to his doorway. Magnus looked Strenger over. A career politician in the 1980's, he was perhaps in his seventies now, well past retirement age. His gruff expression, however, declared a different story. Magnus had been convinced the man was willing to work himself to death for him, a type of admiration he hadn't witnessed from a Royalist before - and one that had frankly scared him. Originally coming to him in the aftermath of the Wyvern Retrieval incident, Strenger was a multifaceted man - he was a medical doctor and historian as well as a politician. For Magnus, he served as a sort of mentor in the absence of his parents - Strenger had instructed him on "kingly etiquette" and on the more hidden secrets about his bloodline. Magnus, considering having a servant a huge disconnect from the modern world - had given Strenger personal ownership of his Luftberg estate and a rather large sum of money, but nevertheless, Strenger stuck around. "Your clothes, Magnus. Get something proper on." he said, looking over Magnus's suit. "Pardon?" "Kingly attire. Either get that old armor, or get that modern uniform." "You're joking?" "No. It's a matter of appearance. Sometimes you must be extravagant. By your...broad definition." Magnus sighed. "Fine. Get my wife, would you, Strenger?" He said, closing the door in their faces as he went to change - wondering who would show up first. |
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| Libby | Oct 19 2016, 09:10 AM Post #16 |
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As the Chief of his nation's largest clan, a clan so large it even had its own island, it had been no shock that Murray Ross had been elected as Jarl three years ago. As such he'd spent some time investing what wealth the nation accrued in improving his nations education and infrastructure, it was already paying dividends as the nations economy began to keep its brighter students rather than seeing them disappear around Audaxia. Now his next task was to bring foreign policy success to his government, and what better way than this. He stood next to the private jet that had brought him to this foreign land and watched carefully as the local ground crew removed the heavy wooden cask. "Be careful, its 40 years old" Murray said worried about the whiskey casks handling. "I don't want a single drop wasted" he added as they loaded it into the vehicle that was to take him to the venue. He removed his regalia from a small leather bag, his dagger to stick in his sock and the sporran to hang on his belt. He buttoned up his short black jacket and climbed into the car. He sat back relaxing as the car made its way through the city enjoying a wee nip from his hip flask full of the same thing in the cask. He felt his stomach begin cartwheeling as his destination came into view, he had a final nip to calm his nerves before exiting as he arrived. "Hello, I'm Jarl Ross of Gaidhealtach, here for the reception." he announced handing his invitation over. "And that...." he pointed to the cask that was now being onloaded, "Is to help with the festivities, please be careful." |
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| Wahland | Oct 22 2016, 06:42 AM Post #17 |
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Viktor stepped out of the town car onto the driveway of the palace, the gravel crunching under his cherry-wood leather shoes. He stood tall, straightening his Wahlsh imported suit jacket. Looking down he checked the time on his chrono, they had flown in slightly early so Viktor could see his sister and catch up with Magnus before all the handshaking and other formalities. Vik turned around, reaching his hand out to help his young daughter out. Young Karoline stepped out of the car, a courtly air about her. Even being so young, she commanded people's gaze with her pale skin, bright blue and purple heterochromatic eyes, and furry blonde tail and ears. She wore a Heimar-blue silk dress with a large sky-blue Himmelsherold on the front. Holding her hand in his left, Viktor then leaned over offering his arm to his wife. Queen Isabella emerged from the car in a sleek purple gown accentuating those natural Volukonov curves. The family approached the large gates, and the staff immediately recognized them, swiftly ushering them into the palace to meet the royal family. They entered through large gold plated double doors into the vaulted hallways of the palace to find Magnus practically running down the stairs to greet them. Viktor stood with arms opened as Magnus thumped his chest to Viktor’s in a tight bear hug. Viktor patted his back; “Good to see you too...your majesty.” he said with a smirk. |
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| Nova | Oct 22 2016, 07:32 PM Post #18 |
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Palazzo Ducale, Vinitsia City Italia was pleased to make an official travel with her amant, Emanuele which was Vice Doge, a perfect occasion that no one would suspect their secret relationship... A small fighter jet was chosen personally by Italia, with less security certainly and no bodyguards aboard in order to allow more privacy for the secret couple, even if they would still work during the travel, let's say they would more enjoy this pleasant private moment... After ten of hours of flight, the plane landed. As Doge, Italia get out first and was closely followed by Emanuele. Car of the Vinitsian Embassy was waiting for them, and conduct them to the Palace to participate to the ball. Within the car, Emanuele said “You're splendid your Excellency, if you allow me” under the watch of the guard driving, even if he would repeat nothing and keep everything secret, both wished to limit as much as possible the interaction, and certainly not in front of people, even bodyguards... The car finally stop, they arrived, the door for the Doge opened, and passed first starting to climb the stairs followed by the Vice Doge. |
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| UnitedMoreland | Oct 23 2016, 09:57 AM Post #19 |
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As was usual Robert had flown them to their destination, they suspected that unlike the others their arrival would be a little more low key, they prefered not to travel with a large entourage, Alison remembered when they hosted a meeting in Lancaster soon after she was crowned and everyone had arrived with large military escorts, something considered an insult to a Morelander, it implied you couldn't protect your guests. As such they each had a member of the Royal Light Scouts with them, the nations elite military unit, and even they were dressed in suits with concealed weapons. They made their way to the venue and spotted several people had already arrived. Queen Alison waited for her brother, now dressed in his Air Force blues to let her out of the car. The pair stood chatting for a moment before Alison made her way over to the kilt wearing man. "Jarl Ross?" she asked unsure, "I'm Queen Alison of United Moreland, its a pleasure to meet you. I hope our nations will meet again soon more formally at your economic meeting." she said as she extended a hand. Meanwhile Robert had made his way over to the pair from Vinitsia. "Doge, Vice Doge, a pleasure to meet you. Always nice to meet the Vinitsian's" he said smiling as he extended a hand to each. "I trust your looking forward to the event?" |
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| Teutonic Union | Oct 23 2016, 10:37 AM Post #20 |
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The Emperor smiled as his twelve year old daughter appeared from the dressing room onboard their luxury airliner TU1. She stood nervously, she was more of a tomboy than her father would have liked but with the guidance of her step mother, the Empress she now seemed a different child. Her hair was straight and hung long and golden down to just below her shoulders, a pair of silver and ruby hair grips keeping her long hair away from her pretty face. Empress Anja stood behind her smiling at her husbands reaction. "Well I must say you look every inch a Princess" Hans said giving her a hug. "I actually quiet like it" Princess Susanna said as she returned her father's affection. "Makes a change from converse and jeans." "Stand there you two" Empress Anja said as she held up a camera and snapped a photo of the pair. "That'll shock the news outlets, I can see the headline now, "Young Princess scrubs up well" she too now gave Susanna a hug. The Empress was a keen photographer and carried a camera everywhere with her even now as she handed an aide her large professional camera she has a slim compact one in her tiny clutch bag. "Your Majesties, we're ready" a steward informed them. The family made their way down to the waiting car that had been lowered from the rear of the aircraft and the three enjoyed their journey through the city to the venue. As the car pulled up to the drop off point Hans took hold of his daughter's hand. "Now remember, you're here to learn, be polite, try and remember people's names and look like your enjoying yourself." "Yes Father" Susanna said. "Oh, and Susanna, have fun" Anja said giving her hand a squeeze. "Have a few dances, you may even have more success getting your Dad to dance than I will." Anja looked at her husband who rolled his eyes, he was famed for having two left feet. The car had now stopped and Hans held the door for his daughter and the driver opened the door for Anja, the family formed up and headed towards those who had gathered. |
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