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| United We Stand [ATTN: TA, Kingborough]; Imperial Wedding in Communist Carpathia | |
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| Carpathian | Jun 10 2013, 05:10 AM Post #1 |
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A Collective Regime Of Peace And Love
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August 13th, 2013 A.H. (313 R.E.) Bucharest City The Allied States of Carpathia and Moldova Everyone knew this was coming. Emperor William Karthsworn's relationship with the daughter of the Thalamorin Premier was something which had been covered by every Carpathian and Thalamorin tabloid for quite some time, now. The Emperor was known as the man who propelled Carpathia to its local superpower status. Under his reign, Carpathia's economy and civil rights have went through the roof, the nation had become a part of a major military and economic alliance and its influence and fame had spread all across Oracia. And twelve years ago, Carpathia had just emerged from a civil war. The Emperor's bride was a stunningly beautiful elven woman, known for her role in various charitable endeavors and human rights campaigns. Also, she and the Emperor had known eachother since college and many speculated that they have been close. A lot of people suspected that she had a role in the Emperor's political career for quite some time and that she and William had orchestrated much of Carpathia's rise to power together. Nowadays, Carpathia had become a major player on the international political scene. And this was an event that major countries in Nysa could not simply ignore, as politics will obviously be discussed and decisions will be made. Of course, the event in question is the wedding of the Carpathian Emperor, William Karthsworn and his lover, Aria Varo, soon to be Aria Karthsworn. Although a mainly private event, several invitations were dispatched. First, to the heads of state of every Trilateral Alliance member country, then to neighboring countries such as Kingborough and Canary and the newly formed Pacium Union. And, of course, it was a high probability that other nations would be sending representatives as well. |
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| Hadash | Jun 10 2013, 05:34 AM Post #2 |
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World Power
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Federal Republic of Talamhle Chéile, Zaroca In the Dúchaish archipelago, the Government was a bit surprised with this invitation. The Federal Republic of Talamhle Chéile was part of the Trilateral Alliance, certainly, and the Federal Republic had established relations with Ardem's nations like Carpathia and Thalomore for first time, but only a few things were known about these countries and their culture. The idea of a Communist Emperor seemed strange for Caprecians like them, and the idea that a wedding could have a political and diplomatic nature was a strange idea in a country like Talamhle Chéile, which was a republic since its birth. However, they were friendly invited, and they hope the event could serve as an increase of the relations with the Nysan nations. It will be the first official visit to the Nysa continent in the history of the nation of Talamhle Chéile, probaby. President Damhait Fionnagáin, head of state of the Federal Republic of Talamhle Chéile, will travel to the wedding between Emperor William Karthsworn and Aria Varo, accepting the invitation. |
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| Fien | Jun 10 2013, 02:58 PM Post #3 |
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"Who are these people again?" said Plimbucket Fallyfellow, Most Well-Informed of Head-Chairmen His aid sighed "They're part of the Trilateral Alliance, one of the more powerful members in fact." "The what?" Plimbucket asked, his face contorted in confusion "T-the TA? The socialist alliance we just joined?" Plimbucket stared at the man for a few moments before rooting around his desk for a paper, a difficult task considering the piles upon piles of papers and documents strewn about it. After a minute he pulled one out and put his reading glasses on, mouthing out the words as he read. He harrumphed. "Humph! I thought that was a joke Kilderdroy was playing on me.....how 'bout that.....alright then, guess I should go to this wedding. It'd be rude not to, wouldn't it?" |
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| Falsea | Jun 10 2013, 08:09 PM Post #4 |
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Comrade-Chairwoman of the World Revolution
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State Council Hall, Red Manor, Belgrade 13 August 2013 (313 RE) Several figures garbed in formal wear were gathered around silently a large table covered in glass, the black Falsean eagle being prevalently etched beneath it. Each figure in the room seemed either too bored to care or too focused on the man who was giving a rambling speech at the head of table, his words regarding stricter tax collection methods ricocheting of the walls painted in a dull grey color. The people huddled around the table were none other than the members of the State Council, informally known as the cabinet of Falsea that formed the country's executive branch. One of the older men sitting opposite to the one giving explanations finally stood up and waved down his hand. "This meeting regarding fiscal reforms is over, and I expect the Ministry of Finance and Taxation to come up with less....aggressive proposals in order to increase collected tax revenues in rural regions. Meanwhile, I recommend that the Department of the Aquaculture Industry under the Industry and Employment Ministry to take more cautious methods when establishing operations in more delicate coastlines around the country. Everyone is dismissed." Premier Lance Stephens' bored and clearly dissatisfied the voice silenced everybody at once, the sound of people standing up to leave breaking the air, leaving Stephens alone inside as he reviewed other notes of importance. A few minutes passed, and Stephens prepared to leave, yet not before his eyes caught a red piece of paper underneath his briefcase.
The Premier sighed, pushing the doors open as he finally left. Stephens, not exactly the most effective of diplomats, disliked the idea of representing the country as it wasn't his field of expertise. Nonetheless, once the Politburo of the party had ordered it collectively, there was no way he could deny. Edited by Falsea, Jun 10 2013, 08:18 PM.
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| Carpathian | Jun 12 2013, 02:57 PM Post #5 |
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OOC: Waiting for King to post and will reply afterwards. |
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| Kingborough | Jun 13 2013, 10:06 AM Post #6 |
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The Monarchist
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(OOC: my apologies on the delay) The six counts and countesses of Kingborough sat in rough cohesion around a table of nearly pitch black wood, cut from a rare variety of tree native to one of the Marburran islands. The public, televised section of the meeting - where issues of public interest had been discussed - had finished and now they sat more relaxed, each leaning back into their chairs and sipping beverages that ranged from the finest teas to the most expensive vintages of Canariese wine. Countess Marianne spoke up first, her position at the head of the table giving her the opportunity to direct the meeting. "Now, onto the topic of foreign affairs. We have present the Secretary of Affairs External, Lady Elena to report to us on issues of pressing concern. I believe she has a letter to present to us." Elena bowed briefly to the lords and stepped forward, setting a briefcase down on the table and swiftly inputing the combination and opening it. She extracted a sheath of papers with a flourish and presented a copy to each of the members of the chamber. "As you may know, the Emperor of Carpathia recently announced his engagement to the daughter of the Thalamorian Premier, a well known socialite and humanitarian who happens to be an elf." "They have just announced their wedding and we have been one of the nations to receive an invitation. We have reliable information much of the TA will be attending, and this provides an opportunity to negotiate some safety for our own nation when it comes to the growing Carpathian threat. Of course, for such a prestigious meeting we would need as many as possible of you to attend to assure the Carpathians we are serious." Count Everberg leaned his elbows on the table and smirked before speaking. "So they've worked out they can't just run us over like they do with everyone else, have they?" "It would appear so. It is likely our Quarte Alliance is now worrying them." Taron set down his tea and picked up a chocolate to bite into. "I would suggest that we dispatch several of our members to discuss things with them after the wedding, and perhaps make the Chieftain of the Uvalisa accompany; They are both elven-esque species. He may be able to find some common ground with the Empress." The Countess Lea sighed in frustration. "You do know we cannot force the Chieftain to accompany us? He is autonomous, the Uvalisa are the one people in our nation we cannot override. You need to remember that Taron." "Hmph, little upstart fairies." Everberg growled angrily, taking a long sip of his wine. Amelia Lea frowned at the Count over the rim of her cup. "The Uvalisa have been long, dutiful and loyal companions and protectors of us, Everberg; they earned their autonomy. In anyway case that is besides the point." "I quite agree with you Amelia." Countess Lozac'h spoke up, glaring at the Count Everberg. "Any more inappropriate comments like that and we'll censure you. You may be one of us Patrick but you aren't immune to our powers either." Coughing, Marianne waved the letter at the chamber. "Seriously people! You squabble like toddlers. Now, are we sending some members of our council or not?" Taron raised his hand. "I volunteer to go and suggest yourself accompany me, and we invite the Chieftain." Marianne nodded. "Very well. All in favour?" "Aye." "Aye" "Aye." "Aye." "Aye." "Aye." The last aye being made in the thoroughly angry voice of the miffed Count Everberg. "I'll let Carpathia know we are coming then." |
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| Maggots | Jun 13 2013, 11:39 AM Post #7 |
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Consul Marcus Siveo Millar straightened his collar and tightened his tie. Waking up in the morning was always the hardest part. Of course, he'd gotten used to the hard and busy life of a Consul. Mediating debates, tie-breaking if there was an equal number of votes, public meetings, conferences. It never ended. Taking a sip of coffee offered by one of his servants while exiting his room into the long main hall of his lavish villa just outside Osivene, he was eager for his dinner with the head of one of the noble families of the League. Arriving at his front door suddenly escorted by four or his personal guard, he set the cup of coffee on a plate held by his servant and walked through - or rather, out - the entrance. Or at least he would have, had another servant not ran straight into him as he exited. "What is this?" he shouted. What a great way to begin the day. The servant, being subdued by Millar's guard, was only able to let a few words slip out of his mouth, covered by bulky arms and fists: "Message..." he stumbled, "from Carpathia!" "Let him go," demanded Marcus. "Read it to me. Why wasn't this sent to me electronically?" he asked. "We're in modern times, but we still have couriers running around." Recuperating from the physical blows received, the servant then recited word for word the invitation to the Carpathian wedding, and the Consul realized his schedule was once again filled. He sighed. "Servant, reorganize my timetables," he ordered. "And tell the Ravenes I won't be able to make it to dinner tonight." Edited by Maggots, Jun 14 2013, 08:29 AM.
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| RC159570 | Jun 15 2013, 10:57 AM Post #8 |
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Regional Power
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Premier Tzzak leaned back in his chair and stared at the letter on the desk from Carpathia about the marriage of Emperor William Karthsworn and Aria Varo. He was expecting that Karthsworn and Varo were going to eventually going to get married, they had been close for a long time, he actually was surprised that it had taken so long. He was about to call his secretary to tell her to accept the invitation when a thought popped into his head. The invasion of the remnant of Castléon was coming in a just a couple days. Tzzak felt that he had to be present here as head of state during the invasion, not off at some wedding. However, the generals were more than capable of running the invasion without him, probably if he was gone the invasion would be more smooth without him worrying over their shoulders. He though for about five more minuets and then finalized his decision. He called his secretary in, "Please reply to Emperor Karthsworn that I would be pleased to go to his wedding, and prepare all the necessary arrangements." |
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| Carpathian | Jun 17 2013, 02:17 AM Post #9 |
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There was a large number of diplomatic and military personnel, as well as attendants, ready to receive the foreign dignitaries, at Băneasa International Airport in Bucharest City. Security was extremely tight and the military omnipresent, as the entire airport had been closed down for the arrival of the invitees. Each delegation would land at its own, separate terminal and as soon as they disembarked, armored staff cars were waiting for them outside, along an entire convoy of APCs, Humvees and even tanks. The Carpathians were taking this event very seriously, it would seem. Outside the airport, a huge gathering of journalists awaited to catch glimpses and take photographs of the arriving delegations, while a number of television crews from various channels were filming the entire event. A section of highway had been sealed off and it was the route via which the delegates would be transported to their assigned residences, up until the edge of the city, where one of the city's tunnel freeways had also been sealed off, as it had been deemed the safest route. The wedding was to take place the next day, at the Bucharest City Cathedral, after which there would be a large summit at the People's House. The entire summit and wedding had been paid from the personal accounts of the Emperor and his bride, leaving only the security costs to be handled by the state. A pompous table was to be arranged for the imperial couple and the foreign dignitaries, with no expense having been spared by the Carpathian head of state. The socialist mentality of the country was obvious for all to see and was being advertised through the Emperor's choice to pay for all the expenses himself. Also, this advertised the nation's prosperity, as Carpathia was the socialist country with the largest GDP in Oracia and one of the largest GDP per capita as well. Following the summit, a second one would be held the next day, this time only with members of the Trilateral Alliance. This was not meant to insult other dignitaries, but it was obvious that internal policies of the TA would be discussed, to which foreign dignitaries were not privy. It was the biggest event in Carpathia since the signing of the Trilateral Alliance Charter and it was bound to set the direction and the international standing of the nation for a very long time. |
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| Falsea | Jun 19 2013, 09:05 PM Post #10 |
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Comrade-Chairwoman of the World Revolution
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Băneasa International Airport, Bucharest City, Belgrade The private jet belonging to Falsea Sky, the nationalized flag carrier that held a monopoly over the air travel industry in Falsea, landed smoothly at the runway, slowly taxiing into the terminal allotted for the delegation of the People's Republic. Premier Lance Stephens, wearing a light and satisfied expression on his face, walked through the terminal to be greeted by a Falsean woman awaiting her superior. The woman, Alexandra Krukov, was the Falsean ambassador and ambassador-at-large for the Allied States, Thalamore, and the newly-formed Monroe Republic. "Premier Stephens, welcome to Bucharest City once again.", she began, walking slowly towards the Falsean head of government. "Thank you, I must say, I've grown quite fond of Bucharest, despite my dislike for foreign trips.", responded Stephens, nodding at Krukov as he acknowledged her presence. There weren't any guards with the Premier as they were escorted by the Carpathians to their convoy, something odd at a delegation headed by the Premier himself. It was because of the atmosphere of safety that Carpathia and Moldova, the strongest ally of the People's Republic, presented that even Stephens was seemingly at ease with. And he was right. What with the high level of security provided even at the airport, there was no reason to bring one's own guards here. The Premier gave a short wave and a smile to some of the journalists outside, before walking to their designated vehicle. The trip was short, and the Premier and Ambassador Krukov immediately reached their destination, where the latter would report to the former regarding her job until the wedding the following day. |
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| Fien | Jun 21 2013, 12:22 PM Post #11 |
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"I was told they wore skirts!" Head Chairman Fallyfellow yelled, hastily putting on pants as his armored car pulled up to the building. "They're called 'kilts' sir, and no they don't." His weary aid said, handing him a belt. "Did you read the dossier at all?" "I read the damn notes!" Fallyfellow "....I think. It might have been the one about those tribals to the north come to think of it...." "Whatever, organize your damn desk when we get back, we're here." The doors opened and the two stepped out, observing the impressive building the wedding would be taking place in. Guards flanked them and walked them up to the doors as the two quietly conversed in their native tongues. "I thought you said these people were communist" Plimbucket hissed "Well......more or less. Rumour is the Emperor paid for everything himself so....." His aid whispered back "Payed.....wait they have money? And an Emperor? Oh this is going to be a long night." Plimbucket sighed as he was ushered in the doors. |
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| Kingborough | Jun 28 2013, 03:13 AM Post #12 |
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The Monarchist
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It had been suggested by Countess Lozac'h that the usual pomp of Kingboroughian affairs be toned down for the wedding, considering the ... sensitivities of the socialists of Carpathia. They wanted to sway them to Kingborough's side, not offend them with the trappings of the gaudy society Carpathia and Falsea both found abhorrent. So for the occasion Marianne had set aside her rubies, laced collars, multiple layers, corsets and ruffed dresses and wore only a simple understated gown of red silk while Taron had donned an even more casual attire of tailored t-shirt, wool sweater and dark jeans. It was the opposite of dress to impress. It was an picture made stranger by the company of the King of the Uvalisa, one Valandil III, who walked just behind the Count and Countess as they stepped out of the limousine that had brought them to the location of the city cathedral after a night at the Kingboroughian embassy. "So while we're handling the emperor, you need to speak to the Empress-To-Be. Your both elvish races, maybe you can find more common ground than us humans." Marianne whispered covertly to Valandil and Taron as they strode across the pathway to the doors of the cathedral. "Uh sure Your Grace …" Valandil nodded in understanding, while inwardly sighing. They were both humans, did that mean they had common ground with every other human? What a foolish idea … |
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