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| Kingborough | Jul 5 2013, 05:05 AM Post #1 |
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"There are many things to fear in our time - plague and disaster, poverty, crime, and politicians. But fear most of all war - worst crime yet committed by mankind; nothing be worse than the senselessness of war." ~ Estria II of Canary. Introduction: Kelora sat upon the tip of the Marburran Peninsula, a small cluster of islands just on the peripheral of Kingboroughian territory. It had sat independent for many years, profiting wildly off the trade that flowed down from Carpathia and Ikarius through Kingborough and had developed a merchant government not dissimilar to Kingborough's own; the rich ruled supreme. The little islands had long been a thorn in the back of Kingborough, leeching off its own trade and prosperity but Kingborough, corrupt as it may be, was no warmonger. Until now at least. Times had changed though, the world stood divided by alliances, pacts and accords had been signed, and no one knew who would survive the coming wars that would inevitably engulf the world. Kingborough was uniquely vulnerable, its loyalties split across all sides of the conflict. Should the spark ignite, Kingborough would have no choice but to choose a side - betraying its other allies in a manner that would inevitably bring down the anger of many a powerful state. But first, in a hope it would help them somehow, the government sought to secure its position as dominator of the Mirovian. Of course, Kingborough was a civilised state and didn't do things the way some of its neighbours would. Bah, barbarians the lot of them. A formal declaration of war was required, and for this task the Ambassador Peter Holmes had been chosen to deliver the missive from the Council of Families to the government of Kelora. |
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| Kingborough | Jul 5 2013, 05:46 AM Post #2 |
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Mr. Holmes sat in relative luxury as his diplomatic yacht, a 200 foot behemoth owned by the Kingboroughian government and valued in the dozens of millions, made its way at a unhurried pace towards Kelorian waters. Nearby a beautiful waitress in a bikini was serving alcoholic beverages to one of his bodyguards, and the sun was shining. To bad he was enjoying all this while travelling to what would probably be his doom. Archaic as it was, the Council had deemed that a declaration of war had to be delivered by hand and had sent poor old him as scapegoat. Probably they'd end up torturing him by the end of the week. At least the government had had the courtesy to send him on his final mission in luxury. A week later The KDS Cassandra docked in port at Kelora's capital with little fanfare, the giant yacht attracting some media attention as was to be expected but no one cottoned onto the fact it was a diplomatic mission before the Ambassador had already disembarked and been rushed into a limousine flying the Kingboroughian flag and pulled away from the small gathering of journalists and sightseers taking photos of the impressive ship. The limosuine was ushered to the office of the head of state of Kelora and its occupants exited moments after the car stopped. Mr. Holmes was anxious to get out of here before someone decided to blow up his transport, and his step was hurried as he made his way up the steps to the office of the ruling body. |
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