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| [OPEN] Royal Hawkwickan Reception | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 11 2016, 12:10 AM (1,185 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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| Ascarenor | Oct 23 2016, 12:02 PM Post #21 | |
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The Ascari Viceriene entered the reception hall with her new husband and a small cortege of servants. She wore typical Ascari fashion of her high station; an ornate headpiece with a large golden phoenix, red and dark green silk robes with a crane embroidered on the front. Her husband and consort, Herendil, wore silk robes of dark hues. To the right and a few steps behind of the Viceriene was her trusted servant and ómari, Ehtelë; holding her hand to her left was her handsome and beloved Noble Consort, who’s own ómari and instructor in the ways of Arda Tuluva and Quenya, Encaitar, stood behind him just in front of two bearers hoisting ornate standards; the Viceriene’s personal square sigil with two golden phoenix ornaments dangling on the bottom two corners and the diamond standard of Ascarenor with two jade dragons dangling from the sides. The recently crowned Queen Allison II of Moreland, standing with her is Murray Ross, Jarl of the Íverin[1] who is hosting the economic co-operative summit. Ehtelë signed delicately to his mistress, in the submissive tense of the sign language used by members of the Higher Castes. It was common for the servants of the Blood to memorize the names and faces of important people on the roster before attending a formal gathering, it would not bode well for Sémarë if she appeared ignorant or ill-informed, thus garnishing a loss of fóryë among those assembled. The Viceriene signaled for him to continue, Elected three years since, it is his hope, Highness, to open Íverin more to the international stage. Sémarë turned slightly to where they had entered noting the new arrivals, The Emperor and Empress of the Teutonic Union. She signed to him. Hans II and his consort Anja. Their daughter Susanna. He responded. She made a small gesture to where Ehtelë bowed in respect and took two steps back. Her standard bearers were then informed by her servant to remain by the doors as she approached the Queen and Jarl. It was Ehtelë who stepped forward, bowed low at the waist before speaking, “May I present Her Most Serene Highness, Sémarë Tar-Ancalimiel of the Most Noble and Illustrious House of Sareär, Viceriene and Supreme Archon of Ascarenor and His Highness, Herendil, Noble Consort and Grand Prince of Ascarenor.” As her name was called Sémarë Sareär made a graceful sweeping gesture with her hands, palms up, with an elegant bow of the head. Herendil, followed suit, a bit more rigid as he bowed a bit more than she but kept his hands together; right fist in his left palm. He hoped it was correct, not that the foreigners would notice or care, but because he hoped to please his wife by preforming the obeisance properly. Herendil was told that the family and heirs of reigning monarchs are considered his equals as were non-anointed heads of state, thus, his bow must be that of respect; too low and it would showcase submission, too little would be arrogant and domineering. He kept his gaze up and did not allow his eyes to fall from their hosts. This, perhaps, was the most important aspect of the bow; he not only declared his respect, but also gave it. These little nuances of Arda Tuluvan custom and culture were, as he thought (often times), a little ridiculous and convoluted. Though, he wanted very much to please Sémarë and honor the ways of his new home. “Your Majesty.” The Viceriene said first to Allison, “Your Lordship.” She then said to the Jarl. “It is a great pleasure to meet your acquaintances.” A reigning monarch was her only social equal, thus, Queen Allison II was allowed to speak to the Viceriene before being spoken. However, to prevent any cultural faux pas she inclined to speak first, therefore; according to Arda Tuluvan customs, the Gaidian Jarl would then be allowed to speak to her thereafter. “Our government eagerly awaits Your Lordship’s economic summit, it is our hope that our three nations might come to agreements and herald in an era of co-operation and prosperity.” [1] Íverin is the Quenya word for the Gaelic people |
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| Malson | Oct 23 2016, 12:45 PM Post #22 | |
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Mikhail was sitting on his plane towards Hawkwick, to meet with the government, and along with all of the other governments of Audaxia. He was very excited to meet with all the leaders including Magnus, while glaring out the window, showing nothing but overcast clouds, a black-suited guard walking up to him, seeming to just stand there to await for Taniovich's. The guard informs him on the trip, "Sir, we are expected to arrive in Hawkwick within 60 minutes." "Ah, is it just by ourselves or the entire planet?" Mikhail replies "No, it will be all of Audaxia, Ascarenor, Teutonic Union, United Moreland, Wahland, all of them!." "Wow, well, It's good to meet with other good leaders as well." After the hour, the plane descended into the (whatever's capital international airport). After exiting the plane, guards awaited side by side in-front of eachother, forming a walkway for him, with a limousine. As he was escorted into the reception hall... |
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| Hawkwick | Oct 23 2016, 10:05 PM Post #23 | |
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Magnus had spent almost 45 minutes staring out of the doorway - he had been intending to personally greet his guests - when the first car arrived. It was, rather surprisingly, Gaidhealtach's delegation - the nation most unknown to him personally, out of the ones he knew was to attend. Shaking himself off just a bit, he opened the doors himself and began strolling down the stairs towards his guests, armed guards initially flanking him before walking to opposite sides of the door and waiting patiently. Strenger was already outside, waiting near the now-open gate, with two armed guards of his own, having volunteered to serve as the first face the foreign delegations would hear. Receiving the Jarl's invitation, he looked it over and smiled, revealing his rather immaculate teeth - a quality which Magnus had previously confessed gave the man an artificial vibe, as if he was too perfect. Strenger had retorted rather quaintly: 'That's the point, my lord.' Before Strenger could say anything in particular to the Jarl's invitation, or the rather large amount of alcohol he'd brought with him, Magnus came walking up, extending his hand for a shake and smiling, likely coming off as much more genuine than Strenger had. "Jarl Ross! Welcome to Hawkwick!" he said, glancing behind himself momentarily towards the old palace. "I see you've brought refreshments - we'll worry about those. You've-- er, you've been seated geographically inside the hall, should you choose to sit. We'll have our drink inside, yes? I just need to get through greeting the rest of the delegations." he said, as the Jarl disappeared inside with the casks, carried by Hawkwickan Royal Guards, following closely behind him, alongside the rather strong odor of alcohol. Returning to the stairs, Magnus then ever so briefly continued his staring game as he consulted with one of the guards about reflections - it was reminiscent of the days he'd spent waiting for his friends to show up at his house in his childhood. He only hoped he'd look back on this day with the same sort of nostalgia. If not for happier times, then at least for simpler times. Not five minutes later, the next entourage showed up - and Magnus knew this one, personally. Despite their efforts to arrive early - they hadn't quite arrived the earliest. It was the Heimarn, former countrymen, allies, enemies. And their leader, at the moment, was his brother-in-law and friend, Viktor Albrecht. Magnus climbed down the stairs to meet them, hugging his friend. "It's good to see you, Vik! Listen, your sister's upstairs, but she...er..she should be down any moment." he said, releasing the hug and looking down towards Viktor's child with a smile. He supposed that, by the broadest definition of the word, she was his niece. Did that make him Uncle Magnus? "Hey there, little one. I'm Uncle Magnus." he said, shooting a smile to Isabella for good measure, before ushering them along. Next along were the Doge and Vice Doge of Vinitsia, which both arrived in an embassy car and seemed to take charge as they exited, going up the stairs. He shook both of their hands. "Nice to meet you two. I'm King Magnus." he told them with a smile, examining the nature of their relationship briefly before they disappeared inside proper as well, into the hall. Fifteen minutes passed, with no immediate arrivals. He called up Jensen on his phone - "Hey, Evelyn. I've been greeting people outside for a while, but it's starting to become impractical. I don't know if it's the best way to go about it. I think I might be coming off as a glorified doorstop." Jensen's voice, coming undoubtedly from the refreshment stand in the reception hall, was a bit annoyed. "That's a security concern, you know? Let Strenger do his job, Magnus. Go check on the delegates or something. I'll worry about getting people to greet the delegates, who gets to be a doorstop, all that." Sighing, Magnus replied with a quick "Alright, then." before disappearing inside, heading into the reception hall. Jensen then gave the order - no more awkward introductions from the Hawkwickans - the doors would remain open for any delegation to simply walk in. The next guests to arrive, and the first after the change in introductory policy, was that of United Moreland - Queen Allison, who, if Magnus remembered correctly, had actually been acquainted with Narheim during his tenure as Supreme Commander, and her brother, Robert, who was active in the Morelander military. Outside, General Jensen was already observing the next set of guests, their cousins from across the sea, the Teutonic Order, and the Emperor who had shown up with his daughter. It was a curious thing, she thought, when Magnus, a monarch in his own right, was closer in age to the Princess of the Teutonic Union than to the Emperor. Maybe they're closer in personality, too. Laughing at her own mental joke, she walked up to greet them - some nations, perhaps, if they hadn't heard of Magnus, may have heard of her father, President Hans Jensen - who was slowly becoming a revered figure in the North. She bowed at the Emperor and his family as she gestured towards the open door. "General Evelyn Jensen, at your service. You'll find your seats, should you choose to sit in them, just inside. The High King is in there, too." she said, cringing internally at the formality. It was a quality she shared with Magnus, although she was convinced he was better at hiding it than anyone else, including her. In reality, she'd been bracing for the moment of Emperor Fredrick's arrival - their history hadn't gone over well, and neither had their reconciliation. She only hoped that she would be ignored more than anything. These days, her desire to kill him had subsided somewhat - after all, that had been nothing more than an immature urge brought on by grief- however, her dislike of the man hadn't. Magnus, meanwhile, was inside, trying to get acquainted by awkwardly maneuvering his way into a conversation. Indeed, it was a hard thing to do without appearing overly rude. He walked up to the clump of World Leaders. "Hello!" he said, extending his hand awkwardly, hoping a someone would shake his hand instead. Quickly, he looked around, wondering if he had his back to anyone, and noticing that most hadn't sat down yet - that was supposed to happen a bit later, so he didn't mind. Where the fuck is my wife? he thought. She was the one that usually saved him in situations like this. Perhaps she could save him now from looking like he was winging it - because, in a way, he was, not for lack of trying. Before he could become further invested in any conversation, a new delegation entered the hall, and a very foreign one at that. The Ascari Viceriene had brought an army of servants with her, and unfortunately for Magnus - and perhaps for Evelyn's background checks - they had never expected any unannounced guests, despite the fact that they were totally allowed. Between Magnus and the Viceriene was a crowd of other delegations, and a glass door. He saw them bow, and turned his attention back to his immediate neighbors - who, incidentally, were the Doge and Vice Doge, Queen Allison, and Emperor Hans. Outside, Strenger greeted the Malson delegation - Mikhail Taniovich the centerpiece, and pointed them towards the open doors. Looking up and down the road he wondered where the Gondorian, Artstotszkan, and Vandiniumite delegations were. Dismissing their lateness as incidental or related to traffic, he looked down, waiting patiently. |
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| SatanLord | Oct 23 2016, 11:04 PM Post #24 | |
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The King climbed out of the car in front of the Palace. You could hear the sound of his shoes as he walked on the gravel path. He looked especially forward to the meeting considering how he had only been King for a short while. His nation had always had it's issues but he hoped that forming diplomatic relations with different states would help move his subjects attention away from the issues within the nation. As he walked up the steps to the door he straightened out his earl grey suit and black tie. "Okay Maarjo. Keep calm" he thought to himself as he walked in and said his greetings to the Hawkwickian Royal Family. Edited by SatanLord, Oct 23 2016, 11:14 PM.
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| UnitedMoreland | Oct 25 2016, 07:29 PM Post #25 | |
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Alison was the first to break the silence, she had no idea where Robert had wandered off to, this was typical of him, no doubt he'd seen the barrel of whiskey and followed that. "Well Your Majesty" she began speaking to Magnus,"It seems you've got quiet a turn out, I'm glad to have a chance to visit your country. As a young girl I used to have a map on my dorm wall at school that I would colour in each nation as I visited it, don't tell my brother this but I still have it pinned to the inside of one of the cabinets in my office. I've still a long way to go until its all coloured in though, but at least this is one more that I can do so with." she smiled. "So how does this reception work, is it an annual event or just a one off for your relaunch so to speak?" Alison asked trying to start a conversation. Meanwhile Robert had indeed gone for a little wander, he'd not followed the whiskey, however he had managed to find a glass of wine and stood watching the room, he tended to enjoy people watching and he found a quiet corner, nursed his wine and watched the world around him. He watched his sister doing her typical Queen stuff, chatting away with the big wigs, despite being the oldest he was rather glad when a sister of three came along, he'd never liked the idea of being King and in a nation where the girls inherited the throne the arrival of Alison was a huge relief. He was perfectly happy flying his plane and pitching in at events like this, this at least was interesting, discussions on tax laws wasn't. |
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| Nova | Oct 25 2016, 09:12 PM Post #26 | |
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Palazzo Ducale, Vinitsia City Italia and Emanuele were talking, and through the great mass of people attending to the event, tried to follow Prince Robert. Vinitsia always considered United Moreland as a major partner, and since then, relations between the Doge and the Royal Family were generally strong. “Pleasure to see you again Prince Robert, I suppose you don't know the newly appointed Vice Doge, Emanuele.” said as salutations Italia, while having Emanuele holding her with his arm on his waist. He advanced towards the Prince “A pleasure to meet you. Your leadership is well-known in Vinitsia.” said Emanuele as a reference of the Japao Crisis where Prince Robert was an important part of the puzzle that allowed to maintain peace. |
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| Gondor | Oct 26 2016, 01:43 AM Post #27 | |
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The Gondorian Royal Plane landed, and several security officers came out of the jet before okaying the royals to come out. The swinging stairway on the plane was swung down, and out came King Eldarion, who smiled at the Hawkwickians as he walked into the tarmac. Behind him came out a rare sight outside of Minas Tirith: his younger brother, Prince Aragorn. The 19 year old boy stepped out with a rather prancing gait, as it was the first time that he had been allowed to come to a diplomatic gathering. Neither Eldarion nor Aragorn said much of anything to each other, as their relationship had never been the closest, especially due to the 19 year age gap between them. As they walked into the gathering of delegations, Eldarion kept his quiet and remained in the back of the crowd with Aragorn in tow, silently waiting for the Hawkwickians to greet them. | |
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| Artstotszka | Nov 7 2016, 02:22 AM Post #28 | |
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Having arrived at the Hawkwickian palace, Annalise quietly walked toward the palace, unsure of what lay ahead. She wasn't used to the almost-strange soft sound of her footsteps in high heels; she would've worn armor as per usual, but she made an effort to come as an Empress, not a conquerer. Her nerves were calmed but the re-assuring heavy footsteps of her companion, Samuel. Normally the praetorian guard accompanied the Ruler of Artstotszka, but she had felt that modesty was key here; Magnus wouldn't appreciate some grand show of royal formality. No matter, she knew that her husband was more than capable of protecting her; she could never be too careful after what happened to Isabella in Vandinium. Unlike most diplomatic meetings she had been to, the fate of nations or kingdoms didn't lie in the balance. She could even consider them family, albeit distant in different ways. Checking that she and Samuel were ready, she stepped inside, ready to greet her new hosts. | |
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| Sad-States | Nov 9 2016, 02:58 AM Post #29 | |
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Dear To It May Concern, I would like to introduce myself, I am Charles Bennett, the President of Maddomainia. I will be representing Maddomainia as a whole in the event. I would like to thank you for allowing the new leadership of Maddomainia to clean up what our previous leadership conducted. Hopefully this event will allow the Maddoman and Hawkwickian people have a prosperous and generous future. - Charles Bennett |
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| Vandinium | Nov 13 2016, 06:31 PM Post #30 | |
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Frederick arrived just on time, it seems, after seeing the Artstotskan royalty walk on in he simply rolled his eyes. It was a lovely day out, the long winter over, the sun overhead along with the wind bringing a nipping cold. He exited out of the car with two Imperial Guardsmen, both entirely dressed in old Imperial garb, holding empty bolt action rifles. As Frederick exits he huffs at the cold air, Ava joining his side, her belly slightly extended, even in the dress. Frederick himself wore a simple suit and tie, he wasn't there to outdo the High King, he was there to celebrate the High King. Finally a young girl joined her mother's side, going up and holding her hand. Normally this attire would be stuffy and hot, but with weather like this, it really is suitable. Frederick took a deep breath and a soft sigh, giving a smile as he walked his family towards the doors and inside, flanked by his guards, and behind him, a few advisers which sneaked in with him. "Lets see what he did to the place..." | |
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