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| The Lacedaemonian League | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 29 2013, 03:33 PM (578 Views) | |
| Tristan da Cunha | Apr 29 2013, 03:33 PM Post #1 |
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Open letter to the lord minister president and the state council, from Lord Prof. Dr. David von Zeltsman, on behalf of the Representatives of the Sciences and Arts of the realm unanimously: The spirit-agency of German History has appointed you, my lords, to the supreme judgeship of the Germans and allied nations of the Eastern Sea. The entire fraternity of the German people, from the meanest manual laborer to the most pure-blooded high king, collectively shares in Germany's eternal hard struggle for existence, from which there must be no rest or neglect lest our entire lineage is exterminated, justly, by the incontrovertible will of God, from the face of the earth. Yet in the total republic's singleminded exertion you fellowship of war-lords has been charged with a unique duty: the defense of Germany's sacred honor against all stains and calumnies. The honor of the nation is more important still than even the nation's existence itself, and upon this basis does the republic forswear all earthly ideological allegiances and direct its absolute loyalty to the Executors of German Honor. Always are the people vigilant in the detection of threats to the honor of Germany and always ready, eager, and unhesitatingly, are the people to let terrible blood in its defense. My lords, the greatest living threat to German honor in today, is the insurgency of the contentious and uncreative races and nations against Germany, who with its salvific creative energies and recognizing with paternal compassion the germ-spark of redemption in their pitiable animal-souls, had originally endowed these tribes with the higher lights of Culture. These lower tribes, clothed in the trappings of civilizational enlightenment, unrepentantly glory in the feral aspects of their souls, and with mindless and undirected violence tear down the walls and citadels of Higher Order, with brute carnality rip apart the theocentric illuminations of Higher Thought, and reject as ingrates the blessings of Higher Compassion. Germany's patience is tested; its vast reservoir of abiding understanding is exhausted. Then let the creator smash the created, for what use is the created if it undermines and opposes the aims and justifications of the creator? Let our republic therefore mobilize against the ingrates of the world, against the low feral tribes, and strike them down with dust and parchedness in their mouths. We the Representatives of the Sciences and Arts petition you, lords, to form an international Lacedaemonian League of German and allied nations, whose aim is to defend German Honor and the Higher Order against these feral and servile tribes, as latter-day Dorians against the latter-day Helotes. Signed, Lord Prof. Dr. David von Zeltsman, Rector of Reval University and Professor of Medicine Lord Prof. Dr. Joachim von Eisenberg, President of the Imperial German Academy of Sciences Lord Prof. Dr. Peter von Caprivi, Chancellor of the Ducal Academy of Art, Riga Lord Prof. Dr. V. V. Shuikov, President of the Russo-German Academy of Natural Sciences Lord Prof. Dr. Johannes von Beckmann, Chancellor of Dorpat University and Professor of Classics Lord Rev. Prof. Dr. Heinrich Fastning, Chancellor of Riga University and Bishop of Riga, Evangelical Lutheran Church Et al. Edited by Tristan da Cunha, Apr 29 2013, 03:37 PM.
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| Margrave | Apr 29 2013, 03:49 PM Post #2 |
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The Margrave looked over the letter carefully. He smiled as he read it. "A first step toward German cooperation," he thought. "even if it is a bit..." He searched for the word "xenophobic? No, that's not it..." He shrugged and gave up on it. He wrote out a response adding Brandenburg to those who would defend Germany, if the league would have her. But he included something else, something he had written himself, something he had only shared with Eleanor's family. Another plan for a German cooperation. The Confederacy of Großdeutschland. While this plan seemed more akin to the Old Empire than the more modern Republic of Germany, a league of Germans would serve the Lacedaemonian goals as well as promote economic growth of the region. He sent a basic charter, but a more developed plan of action would have to be written. Edited by Margrave, May 3 2013, 10:13 PM.
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| Rhadamanthus | May 3 2013, 10:29 PM Post #3 |
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Karl von Stamm, War Minister for the Baltic State, formally endorses the proposal to form a Lacedaemonian League. |
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| Alberto | May 4 2013, 02:34 AM Post #4 |
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Marslavan Diplomat The Grand Duchy of Marslava has always been a force in favour of the stability and peace in the region and such a league threatens all what we have stood for in the last years. For this reason, we see the Ladedemon league a s a threat to the peace and security of Marslava - and central Europe in general. The aims pronounced in this letter of yours are at best criminal because they call for racial hatred and conflict. These self-defined "men of culture" are attempting to justify racial war and ethnic cleansing on the basis of this "German Honor". Marslava will oppose any attempt made to make this union reality and it calls every civilised nation to not listen to this coalition of insane professors and rogue governments. Marslava will take all necessary political and economic sanctions against those of its neighbours that dare to join this league. |
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| Whal | May 4 2013, 02:43 PM Post #5 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Upon its initial viewing, the proposal to join the Lacedaemonian League caused a tremendous stir in the East German Parliament. As to be expected, opposition to the proposal was voiced by the social democrats and liberals in both the SPO and the FDP, whilst approval was backed by the monarchists, nationalists, and some conservatives within the OV and VTP. Luckily for the former, the sheer size of both parties allowed the body to reject the proposal upon its first review. Public outcry over the decision rocked most of the countryside, as supporters of the OV staged protests in many of Austria's major cities calling for a second reviewing of the issue. Under immense pressure, The East German Parliament organized a second reviewing with a similar result. The Federation would not join the Lacedaemonian League under its current goals.
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| Tristan da Cunha | May 4 2013, 03:24 PM Post #6 |
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In response to the leading German intellectuals' call for the formation of a Lacedaemonian League, the War Council appointed Duke Eugen von Mackensen to investigate the feasibility of such a league and to organize it. Meanwhile, the idea of the Lacedaemonian League was extremely popular among the country's German-speaking middle class, and became a hot topic of discussion among the cities' cafes and drawing rooms. A small minority of leftists and socialists opposed the idea of the League, but their side was notably intimidated when a bomb went off in downtown Riga, killing 5 persons and destroying the shop of a noted local leftist and opponent of the League. Authorities vehemently denied involvement in the attack while the metropolitan police chief suggested the bomb was the work of a "well-intentioned but over-zealous patriot." No charges were filed nor investigation undertaken. As things settled down, Duke Eugen extended invitations for an international summit, to several nations he believed would be conducive to the League: Brandenburg, Russia, and the Iberian Union. He also extended an invitation to the Porcuian leader Atrantis, whom he believed may be receptive to the League. The Summit was planned to be held in Osel Castle on the island of Osel, to discuss international politics and form the League. Edited by Tristan da Cunha, May 4 2013, 03:29 PM.
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| Porcu | May 4 2013, 05:15 PM Post #7 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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Privately, a message from Parliament was quickly dispatched to Prague in order to, hopefully, calm the Marslavans enough to allow no further escalation in public statements. Publicly, a curt acceptance was forwarded to Duke Eugen and the invitation he extended. |
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| Margrave | May 7 2013, 12:02 PM Post #8 |
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Is very much a holla-back girl.
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The Margrave himself arrived at Osel Castle after a short ferry trip from Rugen. He wore his full dress uniform, his medals jingling as he stepped off the boat. His slender figure gripped the sheathed sabre to his left as he and his retinue entered the castle. He met with a Baltic representative outside the main door. |
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| Porcu | May 11 2013, 11:43 PM Post #9 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus, Praesidis of the Republic of Porcu, arrived in a simple fashion and without a formal security escort. The only change he made to his attire was the addition of an Afer rose to his jacket, complimenting his usual decorations of power. |
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| NRE | May 12 2013, 12:52 AM Post #10 |
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The Russian court in Moscow was intrigued upon the idea. To show favor to the Baltic Germans and their German kinsmen from afar, Russia sent Baron Mikhail Clodt von Jürgensburg. A Baltic German from Tallinn, he and his family were among a select few Baltic German noble families that held title, land, and influence within the Russian court. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | May 12 2013, 11:42 AM Post #11 |
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Duke Eugen von Mackensen, specially appointed Minister Plenipoteniary for the occasion, was accompanied by his wife, a matronly Lothringian countess of a dignified bearing. Prince Gian von Gerardius, the owner of Osel Castle and an international socialite famous for his lavish parties, and a rumored homosexual, played host to the gathering, accompanied by a handsome olive-skinned man he referred to as his "assistant." The noted Baltic Jewish industrialist, Minister Without Portfolio, and Exarch, or state-appointed leader of the country's Jews, Ezra Torchinsky, was also present with his entourage of rabbis, bankers, and curvaceous colored women from Africa and the South Pacific. The castle was an austere, grim crusader stronghold dating from the 13th century. Moss covered the ascetic gray stones which had borne witness to warfare, uprisings, massacres, sieges, and slaughters through the centuries. The bones of war dead were incorporated into the mortar between stones of the castle walls as successive castle-lords expanded its defensive capabilities. On this day, however, the castle's militant asceticism could not be a greater contrast to the colorful party happening inside. Wine and vodka flowed freely. Roasted meats, exotic vegetables and fruits, and sugar bon-bons were heaped on plates to the high heavens, as guests indulged their gluttonous taste-senses. Beautiful nubile, full-breasted Latvian and Estonian slave-girls with amber-blonde hair and blue eyes served drinks, gave massages, and performed various menial tasks necessary for the party. Their carnal attractiveness was indecent. Muscular oiled men wearing dark eyeliner, androgynous lipstick, and ornate brass cod-pieces performed tasks of strength, such as carrying the immense kegs of alcohol, or the platters of whole-boar and whole-auroch. The guests and entertainment were highly eclectic. Flame-colored Siberian Tigers roamed the grounds, leashed in chains and kept in check by turbaned, muscular Black African animal-handlers. Fire-breathers, sword-eaters, international diplomats, nuclear physicists, Christian divines, alleged White African war criminals, dandies, literary milquetoasts, Tibetan Buddhist monks, gypsies, neo-Nazis, and achondroplastic dwarves intermingled in the crowd. ((to be continued)) |
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| Porcu | May 14 2013, 12:03 PM Post #12 |
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The Porcuian President strolled into the lavish party with no grand introduction, for he instructed his small entourage of assistants to silence the servant standing at the entrance, preventing him from announcing the Porcuian's arrival. Atratinus was genuinely stunned, something that did not pass by the careful eye of his host, though he tried as best he could to dull its expression. Despite his initial shock, Atratinus felt quite comfortable after a brief period of accommodation. This was a wonderfully eclectic environment and there was more than enough for one to feast on. As his assistants scattered themselves evenly throughout, leaving nothing and no one undocumented in their minds, the Great White moved slowly in a sea of minnows. One of the many dangerously beautiful Estonian slave-girls was soon before the Porcuian President handing him a drink with a smile. Atratinus smiled back, but not enough to put those vampiric canines on display, and thanked the girl. She found herself with a dry mouth and dismissed herself from his presence, his eyes having never left hers. My, was his drink ever strong! Resolving to take his time drinking, Atratinus gazed about at the mass of individuals, animals, and plates with food and inhaled deeply. Yes, this would be an entertaining evening. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | May 14 2013, 10:05 PM Post #13 |
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Duke Eugen warmly greeted Baron Mikhail Clodt von Jurgensberg, who was his first cousin and childhood friend. "My brother, welcome back to Osel!" He said, giving him a firm embrace. Although most Baltic German nobility threw in their lot with Alexander von Wrangel after the downfall of the Yusupov era, certain Baltic German families, especially those in Estland, and including the Jurgensberg clan, elected to retain their allegiance to the Russian crown. Despite all the vicissitudes of politics, the Baltic German nobility had always been amicable with each other throughout history even across national borders, and today was no exception. "You still look the same as you did all those years ago!" Exclaimed Baron Mikhail. "Gian on the other hand...my, my. I must have at least a few drinks with that scoundrel before the night is up! And his castle looks completely different too. I surely don't recall all these beautiful women trapasing around when the three of us were a team here. The only woman in Osel Castle I remember was the fat old governess, Althea! What hell we gave her every afternoon. Poor old woman, bless her bones!" Duke Eugen chortled. "Gian has come a long way. Imagine if old man Lord Gerardius saw this orgy with his own eyes! He would have a heart attack no doubt. But not before giving Gian a hundred lashes on the face with a leather psalter. Lord Gerardius...Now that was an old Protestant if there ever was one." " I have been hearing rumors about Gian these days, and I also recall our school days when he alone would refuse to go with us to sneak into Isabella von Wexner's changing room! Is it true, Eugen, that Gian has certain...what to call it..womanly tendencies?" mused Baron Mikhail, laughing. But he paused as if having a realization, and quickly corrected himself. "My deepest apologies, my brother; you need not say anything, for as we know such an act is a capital offense, and if Gian is still alive...then, he has no incrimination to be held to! And he has never been one to successfully escape his just punishments, however hard he may try!" Laughed Duke Eugen, "Indeed. Whatever the case may be, Gian has certainly not taken after his stern old man!" The two continued to reminisce while also discussing the politics of the day. Soon Duke Eugen would be excusing himself to give the occasion's introductory speech welcoming all and sundry in attendance to the first summit of the international Lacedaemonian League. ((Responses to the other attendees to be coming shortly)) |
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| NRE | May 15 2013, 12:53 PM Post #14 |
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After Duke Eugen excused himself, Baron Mikhail Clodt von Jurgensberg found himself simply taking in his surrounded. How long it had been, it seems, since last he stood in the halls of this Castle. Looking after he saw the faces of so many he knew from his childhood, and some he knew not at all. How many families had been divided after the Yusupov incident? Then Essen, Hauke-Bosak, Lieven, Pahlen, Ungern-Sternberg, and yes even the Wrangel. These families could be found on both sides of the border no doubt. Enjoying his drink Baron Mikhail was reminded that he'd almost declined the Tsar's request. After all, it had been such a long time and he was not sure he was ready to see so many old faces he had lost touch with. Choosing to stay loyal to the Tsar of Russia was a difficult choice for his family, as it was for the others. They were brought up on tails of the honor of old, the loyalty that came with proud Baltic Germans. Had he betrayed his brethren, had he turned his back on his people and their legacy? No, it was a different time back then, a different situation. The Dominion Wars had started, Yusupov was defeated by the loyalists to Tsar Paul, Russia provided the stability and the security the Baltic Germans need to survive. To question now whether or not to stay with Russia was folly, was in fact folly itself the Baron reasoned with himself. Still, whether it was the drinks, his previous conversation with Duke Eugen, or his own sentiments, Baron Mikhail couldn't help but feel connected to his people once again. He wondered whether his children will know of the Baltic German state and of their customs, god willing he have any someday. |
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| Porcu | May 19 2013, 07:52 PM Post #15 |
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Atratinus wandered freely amid the clusters of people gathered around this attraction and that food table. His appearance betrayed his foreignness, though his demeanor properly summarized him as an extremely confident man. This did not escape the many who were so disposed to find men stimulating. The woman who had set her eyes on Atratinus double checked to make sure that he had not seen her before she slyly stepped out just in front of him as he was passing by. Atratinus did manage to save the glass from falling and from spilling any of his drink on himself or the stunning beauty before him. However, much of his drink did lap over the sides of the glass and spill on the floor. A watchful servant was soon at the side of the two guests working to clean up the wasted vodka drink, while a full-breasted Estonian slave girl took the now empty glass from Atratinus' hand. Atratinus gazed at the perpetrator of the accident with slight annoyance, which halted her heart, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket in order to dry his wet fingers. What eyes! When the fine skinned and trim gentleman had turned his eyes to her she couldn't help but let out a whispered gasp. Now as he dried his hand and adjusted his glasses, she searched for a way to open conversation. Should she apologize? Yes, that was the sensible thing to do. "Oh, I'm so sorry." the woman replied in a way which Atratinus saw through without effort. "Forgive me, Mr..." She was lovely, physically, without a question - who could consider themselves fortunate enough to wrap themselves around this? Her dark hair was a shade of brown which more closely bordered black, the result of which was a highlighting of her well proportioned face. Her eyes were dark, an emerald green, but stood out that much more because of her hair. Contrariwise, Atratinus' features were uniformly light; it was only his eyes that had the power to stun and transfix. "Vopiscus Tarquinius Atratinus." he said, returning his handkerchief to his pocket. Her eyes widened. "Oh, it is an honor to meet you!" Whether the attractive woman before him was genuinely surprised at discovering who he was Atratinus could not be sure, but her excitement was real and did not go unnoticed. In hearing his name, her arm had extended and her hand had caught his. "To finally meet the President of the Republic of Porcu! I will be the envy of my friends." she added with a captivating smile. This provoked confusion in Atratinus, who never quite knew how he was known outside the Republic, but he maintained a cold expression on his face. "Meeting me is nothing special, Madam." She was most certainly not a "madam", but Atratinus suddenly felt that he could play and tease her a little. "Mademoiselle, please..." the woman replied in a playful tone. In the silence that passed before the reverie that the young woman experienced was cut short a great deal was said. They were thoughts and impulses not fit for polite conversation, however, so it was for the best that the exchange occurred through the gazes of pale grey and emerald green eyes. "Greetings!" came the booming welcome, addressed at Atratinus. OOC: The young woman can be claimed as a character by anyone, FYI. If not, I'll write her out myself. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | May 19 2013, 08:17 PM Post #16 |
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Prince Gian von Gerardius witnessed the furtive entrance of Atrantinus and went to greet him. He was accompanied by his assistant, a handsome, swarthy young man named Dominick, a baled-shaven old but sprightly man dressed in a fantastical multicolored robe named Job, and a gaggle of hangers-on. It was true that Prince Gerardius was a homosexual and possessed no desire whatsoever for the opposite gender, and it was true that he hadn't even laid eyes on his lawfully wedded wife in years now, she having ensconced herself in her father's estate aggrieved by her husband's sexual disinterest, and he always preferring the company of young, handsome men. Yet he was quite acutely aware that the act of sodomy was a capital crime in Livonia, and that there was no shortage of his supposed peers in the War Council who would pounce on the opportunity to incriminate him and have his life and his estate. He was, after all, the owner of the third richest estate in all of Livonia. In fact no less a personage than the State War Minister, Karl von Stamm, had once set up Gerardius with a homosexual liaison in an attempt to catch the Prince in flagrante delicto and thereby carry out judicial murder. Gerardius narrowly escaped Stamm's conspiracy, but his would-be catamite was not so fortunate and lost his head. Gerardius was therefore extremely careful with the company he kept. The court of the Livonian Sword Brothers was not a place for the faint of heart. But he was not to be troubled with such things tonight, for he wouldn't be anything but the most gracious host of the party. He was, after all, nevertheless a member of the War Council despite his sometime differences with his colleagues, and he wanted to be an effective advocate for his State. He greeted Atrantinus with a gracious smile, and said,"Welcome, Praesidio, to Osel Castle." He observed the Porcuian carefully, seeking clues of his personality and sentiments, as instructed by Prince Wrangel. "Thank you. It is my pleasure," replied Atrantinus. The Porcuian looked to one of Gerardius' entourage, the strange bald man in a purple robe. "You look quite familiar, have we met?" "Praesidio, this is the former president of Greater Shambala. His current nom de plume is Job," said Gerardius, introducing his odd companion. "Ahh, the Prophet Alaric, Konrad von Reichenau..." chuckled Atrantinus. "What a delight to see you here today." "I am no longer the Prophet Alaric," said Job. "After the Greater Shambala incident the Supreme Being saw it fit to torment me to the ends of the earth, putting me through all the trials and tribulations of a living hell, and therefore I took on a new name, Job, reflecting my humbled perseverance." "Well, my friend Job," grinned Atrantinus, "before the night is over I must hear of your trials and tribulations. I am sure it is the most fascinating tale." "Indeed," said Gerardius. After the Incident, Job was seized by Thaddeus Goreprime, who chipped him and forced him to turn over the illicit Nazi military technologies to the Mount Weather government. Later he was kidnapped by Elden Bishop's men, who put in their own chip and extracted what they needed from him. Last year I was able to fetch Job from a horrible CIA prison complex in Tijuana and I brought him to Riga for our own scientific purposes." "Mmm, that is quite a story. I am sure all of Job's interrogators have uncovered quite a treasure trove of the most...formidable....of military secrets," mused Atrantinus. "But of course. Such are his services that I have appointed him my personal scientific advisor," stated Gerardius. "What an asset Osel Castle possesses," stated Atrantinus flatly, sipping his wine. Later in the evening he inquired to learn more about the heinous Greater Shambala Incident, in which millions of lives were killed instantaneously by mysterious weapons devised by Job and his fellow Nazi madmen. OOC: I can RP the mademoiselle in an upcoming post. Edited by Tristan da Cunha, May 19 2013, 08:18 PM.
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| Margrave | May 22 2013, 09:32 PM Post #17 |
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Margrave Adrian, unusually for himself, sat quietly and watched the goings on. Inside however, his blood was warming. What an insult to be invited to this lavish party, only for that damned commoner in regent's clothing Atratinus to steal the attention of the Baltic gentry! Adrian was a noble, after all, descended from the von Lebus line of the regal Hohenzollerns. How dare that Porcuan! Outwardly, however, Adrian was calm. He knew what the situation demanded, and what it demanded was patience. The atmosphere of the hall was enjoyable, the wine was sweet and the meat tender. He watched performers dance and stunt. Adrian was enthralled when two Oriental monks began sparring nearby, deftly striking and blocking each other's blows. He waited until the opportunity for conversation made itself apparent, and continued his patient vigil of the room. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | May 23 2013, 12:12 AM Post #18 |
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From the moment Margrave von Lebus stepped into Osel Castle, Sophia von Stamm-Dasenbrock observed him from a distance. Sophia was a young lady of 23 or 24 years of age, her wild-rose beauty in the full bloom of her youth, yet comporting herself with the emotional maturity of a lady much wiser, as befitting a child who matured in the cold and unforgiving House of Stamm. But tonight she was uncharacteristically overwhelmed in her emotions, even as she struggled firmly to keep her composure, for she was infatuated with the Brandenburgian ruler. This was because her father, the Baron von Stamm, had casually insinuated in her mind that Adrian von Lebus was not entirely in love with Eleanore of Austria, and that this urbane, handsome, gentlemanly Lord of Brandenburg was still susceptible to the charms of a ravishing young lady possessed of wit, intelligence, and beauty. With no explicit encouragement but perhaps impelled by an entire childhood, an entire lifetime of fatherly direction shaping and moulding her personality, Sophia's imagination was lit afire with possibilities, and she eagerly took up the challenge. Little did she know her father had manipulated her into being a pawn in this situation, to disrupt the cordial ties between Brandenburg and Austria, by destabilizing Von Lebus' betrothal to Eleanore. Whether Sophie was hurt in the process was of no concern to him. Such was Karl von Stamm's harsh vision, that he would not hesitate to trifle with his own flesh and blood to play the game of nation-states. But she did not know all of this. If she did, if she knew her father's most secret thoughts, she would have been broken and shattered. All that mattered to him today was that the Baltic State and Austria were at odds diplomatically, and he would use anything at his disposal to exploit the situation. Tonight was such a lovely night, Sophia thought. Never mind the strangers and strange characters, the beasts and the fire-breathers. Tonight was the time she would make an impression on the Margrave of Brandenburg. She had taken extra care to present herself attractively, while making it appear she was casual and unperturbed, when in fact she had spent all day getting ready for him. She had been bathed and pampered, shaved and waxed, her skin treated and softened with every sort of herbal essence and perfumed with a discreet, modernistic, but very feminine scent. She was wearing her sheer black stockings and garter straps, and a very form-fitting black dress highlighting the pleasurable curves of her body. She even put on her favorite pair of lingerie underneath to give herself a kind of seductive confidence. Her long, naturally flaxen hair glimmered in the light, and styled in a playful way, resting on her shoulder. Her eyes-naturally different colored, one blue and one brown, were subtly highlighted in just the slightest touch of make-up. Throughout the night men gawked at her, tried to talk to her, but she entirely focused her attention on Adrian. At the opportune time she finally walked toward the Margrave, a strong drink in hand, trying to regulate her breathing. She tried to exude an openness and confidence but she was very nervous inside, which despite her best efforts showed through as the faintest rose-pink blush on her face, chest, and arms. "Lord von Lebus," she said, gaining more confidence with every breath as Adrian von Lebus' gaze turned to meet hers. "May I join you? This party is simply a wonderland and I hoped I could navigate it with some sane company!" Edited by Tristan da Cunha, May 23 2013, 12:26 AM.
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| Margrave | May 23 2013, 02:36 PM Post #19 |
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Adrian looked to stunning young lady and smiled. She was beautiful. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, my lady." Adrian said. Something was off about her, her eyes held a certain glow of fascination. Her scent struck Adrian almost immediately. As a test to see just how far that fascination went, he feigned recoil and massaged his temple. "Oh, what a strong fragrance. I'm afraid perfume agitates my head, you see." Adrian stepped back, sneezed, and observed her reaction. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | May 23 2013, 09:29 PM Post #20 |
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Sophia leaned forward and smiled. "Oh, what a shame! And I thought I had put on a light and sweet scent. I am so sorry for intruding on your night. If you would like, I will go take a shower in my quarters, so that only my natural scent remains. And if you would like, you can come wait in my waiting room while I wash, and we can come back together. My waiting room has a balcony so you can look over this party, and I will have food and drinks brought up to you!" The Margrave cocked a brow and said, "My, my. Do you invite every strange man to your home in your first few words with him? This is even quite unbelievable for a woman of desperate means. What would the State War Minister think of your ways?" Replied Sophia, "Oh, my father trusts me 100 percent, as he knows he has raised me to be his daughter. I have never gotten into any situation that I could not handle on my own." "Of that I am quite sure," said Adrian, taking a drink from his liquor glass. "I believe we would get along very well, my friend, as I of all people would be one you so skillfully handle 'on your own'....I am but a simple man of honest means. Nonetheless, there are important issues to be discussed among the guests here tonight, and I was invited to this party to offer my humble contributions to the discussion of these aforementioned important issues." Sophia laughed in a pleasant, girlish way and said, "My Lord, of these aforementioned important issues I can tell you the details and more. After all I am the daughter of the State War Minister, and despite all the glory that comes with being a high minister of state, he still is too miserly to soundproof the walls of our estate! Lord von Lebus, no state secret escapes me if I simply put my ears to the walls of our home." "Whilst I cannot be ungrateful of your determination to commit high treason by offering me state secrets, like I said I am but a simple man of honest means and I would prefer to hear it from the mouths of the statesmen themselves. Besides, your neck is far too shapely to meet its demise by the rusty edge of an executioner's sword. Consider that a compliment, and a warning, my friend," said Adrian, smiling slyly. "Ooh, a complimentary warning...I do like that very much," replied Sophia, with a similar mischievous smile on her face. "But truth be told, do you suppose that you will learn much from this gathering?" She gently put her arm around his shoulder and directed their gaze to the crowd before them. "Look at this strange scene, Lord von Lebus! It is not someone in the right mind to have gathered these people here tonight. Jew and Nazi, African Amazon and Arabian Witch, man and beast, a king here, a communist there. Look over there-- Gian von Gerardius, that tormented womanly soul! I pray for him every night. His only friends are Nazis and pederasts now. Atratinus-- Lord von Lebus, I am quite certain Atratinus is literally some kind of monster. These Russian drunkards, they are brutes, and I know because I grew up with them 16 years of my life!" The whole time Sophia was moving her body imperceptibly closer to Adrian, until she was whispering into his ear. He could feel her breath and her heartbeat. "Don't waste your time tonight, my Lord, with the madmen. It is far too precious a night to waste." Adrian was quite intrigued by Sophia's thoughts, but his reply did not betray it. His voice was unperturbed. "The rich and the powerful reserve the right to be eccentric, Lady von Stamm. You of all people should know that. Please send the Baron von Stamm my regards." She gently kissed his cheekbone and grasped his hand with hers. She slipped a piece of paper in his hand, and left his presence. Adrian looked at the paper that Sophia handed him. It simply stated, "To Margrave von Lebus" and contained her communication information. Edited by Tristan da Cunha, May 24 2013, 04:11 AM.
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| Whal | May 23 2013, 11:56 PM Post #21 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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The interaction between Lady von Stamm and the Margrave proceeded largely unnoticed by the majority of the party-goers. The outlandish sights and impressive guest list would garner the attention of most, but -unfortunately for Lady von Stamm and her father- the seemingly discreet occurrence was easily observed by an average looking cocktail server. Normally, the attention of such a person would cause the lowest reason for concern, and its existence would largely be forgotten. In this case, however, the house of von Stamm would be underestimating the careful observations of a Hapsburg spy. Not long before the event's start, Otto von Tresckow, a close friend of Eleonore's family had managed to infiltrate the staff with the task of monitoring Margrave von Lebus. Initially, this was a task given by Eleonore's father, Archduke Karl II of Austria, as a means to observe the event in his absence and to track the opinions of his ally. How shocked the Archduke would be should his spy uncover any trace of marital infidelity! The disguised young nobleman continued his vigil of Adrian whilst also skillfully performing his duties as a supposed cocktail server. At one point or another he would serve most of the guests of note, including the Margrave himself. Although, one instance would come dangerously close to blowing his cover - a presumably average encounter with the Porcuian President, Atratinus. Otto would almost collide with the man as he turned to the far-off request of a thirsty guest. Upon his swivel, von Tresckow nearly spilled the contents of his platter onto the chest of the Porcuian. Rather startled he replied, "My apologies, Sir." and quickly looked away. "Oh, none needed." Atratinus replied. "There is no harm done." The Porcuian smiled, semi-revealing his large canines. Very soon after, von Tresckow disappeared among the crowd. He had sensed in the Porcuian's eyes and tone a sense of familiarity - a fact which greatly worried him. Had Atratinus truly remembered his face from the debutante ball? Although the two had never spoken directly both had been attendants of the ball, and Atratinus' memory could potentially eradicate his cover. He resolved to keep the Porcuian leader at a distance for the remainder of the night. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | May 24 2013, 09:13 AM Post #22 |
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Gathered around a small table and sleek, modernistic chairs with his hosts laughing and socializing raucously, Atratinus was certain he had seen the cocktail waiter before, and he was quite sure he knew who the cocktail waiter was. Some may call his memory "photographic" but in actuality he possessed a finely honed instinct, combined with a supreme decisiveness, and when he trusted his instinct he was almost always correct. He beckoned a servant over and said to him, "Please call over the gentleman over there, with the bottle of Klos du Mesneil. I would like him to pour my friends a glass personally. Thank you." So beckoned, Otto Von Tresckow walked over to Atratinus' table nervously, champagne bottle in hand. His hands were clammy and a cold sweat broke out on his skin. He did not know what would happen to him. But he repeated to himself that nothing would happen to him, the worst case scenario would be that he is thrown out of the party. The Baltic Germans were brutes by "modern" standards, he knew, who lived by a different code of a different honor from a different time, but he reassured himself that they would not harm a hair on him. They were kin, after all, no matter how distantly related in hoary antiquity. His uncle by marriage had distant cousins among the Baltic Germans in the old St. Petersburg court, and he was sure his family would bail him out should anything happen. He breathed deeply. He was getting worked up about nothing, he assured himself. Atratinus probably didn't even recognize him. The Porcuian was more interested in the rare bottle of champagne in his hand, than in him, he told himself. He met Atratinus' eyes, which were inquisitive but generous, putting the Austrian at ease. "I would like a round for the table, my good man, and we'll keep the bottle." said Atratinus. As Otto was pouring out the glasses, Atratinus asked him, "What is your name? And where are you from?" "My name is Sadrunas, and I hail from Riga, sir. My family is originally from Lithuania." "Your German is quite excellent, Sadrunas," observed Atratinus. "As expected. The non-German servant classes of the East speak a quite refined German, since they only speak the Horses' Tongue to their masters, the landed gentry, from whom they learn the language." Gian van Gerardius chuckled at the comment. Atratinus continued, " Your German is quite significantly superior to the average ethnic German burgess shopkeeper, for example." "Thank you, sir," said Otto, bowing. "I am quite proud of my German and work hard at improving it every day." Atratinus and Otto continued their harmless banter for several minutes while the rest of Atratinus' companions looked on. Atratinus asked Otto about his home life, his life history, and life in Livonia. Otto could come up with a convincing answer for everything Atratinus inquired about, and even cracked a few jokes. "With such a charming and urbane staff no wonder you famously reclusive Baltic German castle-lords would rather stay home than venture out into the wider world where the caliber of *personality* is just not up to par," said Atratinus, turning to Gian. Otto bowed again. He was actually quite enjoying himself, putting one over the head of the President of Porcu. The conversation somehow turned to food and home-cooking. Otto regaled the crowd about his fictional Latvian wife's fictionally high skill at food preparation. "I am sure her einchhornchenschweif stew is quite extraordinary." said Atratinus at one point. "It is my favorite native dish among the Balts." "Indeed, sir," replied Otto, "if you plan to stay long in the country then you ought to try her oachkatzelschwarf recipes." "Wrong answer, my good friend," said Atratinus, with a smile that was at once terrifying and understanding. "Surely you know you have betrayed yourself as an outlander? Where were you raised, 'Sadrunas'? Bavaria? Austria? Otto immediately recognized his mistake. "oachkatzlschwarf" was a South German word alien to the North German vocabulary, and immediately betrayed his origins. "I-- I apologize, my Lords, I can produce any number of references to vouch for my good intentions." "Lord Gerardius," Atratinus said, turning to Gian. "As you can see there is more to this man than meets the eye. "I recommend you take him inside to learn more about him. But please honor my request that not one hair on his head be harmed, because there is no reason for such things on a night such as this. In fact, I request that he return to our gathering after you are done with him. I believe his presence livens up our company, don't you? And I want him to enjoy the evening too, after all the trouble he has gone through." Gian von Gerardius smiled and said, "Excellent suggestions, praesidio." He beckoned some military men over to take Otto into the castle for questioning. At this point there was a clinking of a fork on a wine glass, and the entire courtyard quieted down. Having gotten the crowd's attention, Eugen von Mackensen set down his wine glass and fork, and started giving his introductory speech of the Lacedaemonian League. Edited by Tristan da Cunha, May 24 2013, 09:43 AM.
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| Margrave | May 24 2013, 03:19 PM Post #23 |
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Is very much a holla-back girl.
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Upon hearing over the commotion the mention of Austria and Bavaria, Adrian quickly zeroed in on the source, seeing Atratinus speaking with a servant, but Atratinus's expression revealed he had just succeeded in trapping someone... After watching the soldiers take away the commoner Adrian took a seat near Atratinus. "Herr Präsident." Adrian said, smiling. "We meet again, I see. May I ask what was so significant about that server?" Atratinus opened his mouth, but the speech had begun. |
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| Porcu | Jun 7 2013, 12:33 PM Post #24 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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Atratinus had enjoyed himself so immensely that the appearance of Adrian, that tiresome German monarch, did nothing to dampen his recent pleasure. In turning his attention to Adrian, Atratinus caught the eyes of that mysterious Baltic noblewoman from before. She was seated at a table a number of meters away and at an angle so that he always remained in her field of vision, but not the other way around. Their introduction had been cut short by the lively personality that was Prince Gian von Gerardius and since they were now well separated, at least for the moment, she would have to content herself with him at a distance. Curiously, Atratinus saw a desire in those eyes, one that was matched only by a single other person. It hadn't taken long for Atratinus to sense - to smell - that desire, that hunger. Sophia von Stamm-Dasenbrock was without a doubt a beauty. Before encountering his own admirer, Atratinus had watched her with silent interest from across the hall. He could almost feel her heart race as her eyes passed over the German monarch and his hidden endowments and Atratinus grinned internally as she struggled to steady both her mind and her body. Young Sophia had her eyes set on Adrian and wanted him - it was palpable and hung in the air. Oh, this will indeed be magnificent to watch, the Porcuian thought. His attention was diverted, however, and he was denied the pleasure of witnessing the meeting. Now, as he sat comfortably next to Adrian and his eyes met those of one who savored him, Atratinus blanked momentarily. He opened his mouth to speak, but the speech had just begun. |
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