[Sovereign Charter] Oehiton reaches out to regional members

[Oehiton]

"I'm sorry to hear that. And yes, you will find that although legal, slavery doesn't exist here. We have no need for it. And long hair actually helps in the bitter cold winters we get. How long has it been since your homeland sunk?"

[Myraxia]

When Major Ranyr Gronid and his people disembark, they are greeted by Tyrsson Beowolf. Eldest son of the President and General of the Berserk Army. Tyrsson dwarfs the average Oehiton by being almost 4 meters in height. His long, curly auburn hair pulled back into 2 long shorter braids and a single longer braid. His emerald green eyes pierce the very heart of a man. And he is missing his right hand from just below the elbow. On his back is a serrated greatsword. Behind him, a dozen Valkyries and half a dozen Sif. "Greetings Major Ranyr Gronid. I'm Tyrsson Beowolf, son of the President and general of the Berserk Army. I welcome you to Valhalla. May you and your people enjoy the stay here. I hope it is one of great pleasantries and prosperity." he then gives the Oehiton salute.

At the citadel, Ranyr will be approached by somewhat shorter woman dressed in simpler clothing and jewelry. Standing next to him as if observing the party "So Myraxian, what do you think of Oehiton hospitality? You seem...at a loss of what to do here."

Casting a sidelong glance at the woman next to him, Ranyr couldn't quite place her face. It didn't look familiar from the dossier he'd been given on Oehiton, but then, he hadn't had long to memorize it. "Your hospitality is certainly... impressive. And your powers of observation are certainly astute - this kind of event simply doesn't happen in Myraxia. "
He offered his hand to the woman to shake. "Allow me to introduce myself. Major Ranyr Gronid, Myraxian Diplomatic Corps. I'm apparently to be appointed Myraxian Ambassador to Oehiton, so I'm here to get to know the place. "

[Vermandois]

A small aircraft landed in the local runway. Prime minister Mees Dircks was onboard the plane. He slowly waked down the stairs, staring at the marvelous city. He also noticed he was relatively short. Standing only 1.8 metres he looked like a somewhat large dwarf. He was greeted and driven to the CItadel where the president waited. Prime minister Dircks was accompanied by 2 elite guards holding pulse rifles and heavy armour covering their entire body.

[Oehiton]

When Major Ranyr Gronid and his people disembark, they are greeted by Tyrsson Beowolf. Eldest son of the President and General of the Berserk Army. Tyrsson dwarfs the average Oehiton by being almost 4 meters in height. His long, curly auburn hair pulled back into 2 long shorter braids and a single longer braid. His emerald green eyes pierce the very heart of a man. And he is missing his right hand from just below the elbow. On his back is a serrated greatsword. Behind him, a dozen Valkyries and half a dozen Sif. "Greetings Major Ranyr Gronid. I'm Tyrsson Beowolf, son of the President and general of the Berserk Army. I welcome you to Valhalla. May you and your people enjoy the stay here. I hope it is one of great pleasantries and prosperity." he then gives the Oehiton salute.

At the citadel, Ranyr will be approached by somewhat shorter woman dressed in simpler clothing and jewelry. Standing next to him as if observing the party "So Myraxian, what do you think of Oehiton hospitality? You seem...at a loss of what to do here."

Casting a sidelong glance at the woman next to him, Ranyr couldn't quite place her face. It didn't look familiar from the dossier he'd been given on Oehiton, but then, he hadn't had long to memorize it. "Your hospitality is certainly... impressive. And your powers of observation are certainly astute - this kind of event simply doesn't happen in Myraxia. "
He offered his hand to the woman to shake. "Allow me to introduce myself. Major Ranyr Gronid, Myraxian Diplomatic Corps. I'm apparently to be appointed Myraxian Ambassador to Oehiton, so I'm here to get to know the place. "

"The fact you are impressed with it swells my heart with joy. Oehitons do enjoy celebrations. We'll find an excuse to celebrate almost anything. For it is our belief that while on this world, you must enjoy all you can and fear nothing. When someone dies, they go to Odin's Feat hall in Valhalla if they are worthy. So why let life get us down?" She smiles as she takes Ranyr's hand "Most honored Major, I am RAGNFRIÐR, the Presidents Spiritual Adviser and the Keeper of the Seed. I'm at your disposal." she smiles and looks at the celebrations going on "Looking around, you wouldn't have guessed that just last month Oehiton was an isolationistic nation. Now, we have visitors from all over the world. Our nation is changing Major." she turns her head back and faces him "I hope you will be one of the ones aiding us in our first steps into the grand world." and her eyes show concern yet hope and they almost seem to show stars in them. Like her pupils and iris's were space.

[Oehiton]

A small aircraft landed in the local runway. Prime minister Mees Dircks was onboard the plane. He slowly waked down the stairs, staring at the marvelous city. He also noticed he was relatively short. Standing only 1.8 metres he looked like a somewhat large dwarf. He was greeted and driven to the CItadel where the president waited. Prime minister Dircks was accompanied by 2 elite guards holding pulse rifles and heavy armour covering their entire body.

Upon arrival, Prime Minister Mees Dircks and his guards are met by SÁGA Beowolf, the Presidents Aunt and Supreme Admiral of the Oehiton Navy and a dozen Valkyrie guards "Welcome Prime Minister. I hope your flight was free of turbulence. Welcome to Valhalla. I hope your visit will be one of pleasantness and prove to be rewarding. I'm SÁGA Beowolf, the Presidents Aunt and Supreme Admiral of the Oehiton Navy." the 2.5 meter tall black haired beauty has piercing ice blue eyes smiles and gives the Prime Minister the typical salute and leads the Prime Minister and guards to a large armored limousine. The vehicle drives to the citadel quietly as the Naval Uniformed woman sits quietly and erect.

[Haja-Mishu]

It has been thousands of years since our homeland sank into the depths of the ocean. We are the bastion of an almost extinct culture and for this we are proud.

[Lutvikkia]

The Fifedom of Lutvikkia wishes to extend its hand of friendship and camaraderie. We wish to send an envoy from our nation and an on site Ambassador. With your wishes we will send forth the representatives.

[Oehiton]

It has been thousands of years since our homeland sank into the depths of the ocean. We are the bastion of an almost extinct culture and for this we are proud.

"Then my friend, you are most honored and truly a magnificent people. I am sure that should you wish it, Oehiton would welcome your people within our borders should you wish to spread your peoples growth. Oehiton is a growing nation and is welcoming nations that wish it, a treaty that will allow citizens of other nations to live, work and attend schools here. Open borders in a sense. And this would also including fair trading rights."

[Oehiton]

The Fifedom of Lutvikkia wishes to extend its hand of friendship and camaraderie. We wish to send an envoy from our nation and an on site Ambassador. With your wishes we will send forth the representatives.

Noble Fiefdom of Lutvikkia, as all others have been given, you are most welcome to attend the conference and festivities within Oehiton. Send who you wish, all shall be well received and treated as honored guests.

[Haja-Mishu]

Of course, Haja-Mishu's borders are always open to all

[Lutvikkia]

As the dark red virtical landing craft touches down, a flight crewman hops out and askes the helliport director for permission to unload the cars. First car is a normal, but armored SUV in the same dark red as the plane. Then followes the limosuine, also in red, followed by an armored pickup truck. All displaying the Lutvikkia flag and the Ambassadors "wreath of peace" flag. Upon arriving at the meeting, an honor guard of four men steps out of the pickup truck rear. Standing along side the limosuine they open the door for the two Drudge. First to step out is Drudge Eallis Amourtal, Representative of Lutvikkia to Oehiton. Another pair of individuals step out of the SUV, each with brief cases. The first one stands aside Eallis and they proceede in. The next to exit the limosuine is Drudge Gayllen Pendenhall. Then the other individual with a brief case stands next to him and they proceede in.

[Frezko Islands]

Hosrteo Karwail arrived by plane in the city of Valhalla, accompanied with one Frezko Royal Guard.
He left the plane to see the place...

[Saulteaux]

"The finest diamonds and platinum within Oehiton for such an honored guest" says Njorn. "You honor us with your presence Queen Regent. My daughter says you enjoyed your approach of the citadel. You and your guards are welcome to stay as long as you wish."

Beatrice curtsies before Ásboð and Njorn Beowolf at the gesture. "Innumerable thanks, your grace. C'est magnifique! So beautiful!... as is your most gracious daughter, SIGFRÍÐR. she is most patient. I feared my curiosity of your magnificent people would drive her to madness" she jokes.
Giving SIGFRÍÐR a quaint smile.
"You must be very proud of her Ásboð."
She gently waves her hand over the display case, almost to suggest she did not believe what her eyes saw.
Turning to SIGFRÍÐR, speaking while adjusting her hair, dress and shealth.
"I must ask, my dear. How does a northern beauty like you come to speak so fluently? Native Saultecois study both national languages until they graduate secondary education. Foreigners come to spend a great more time in study... yet you appear to be no older than 16? A master of both and I see a kind, yet hard cunning in your eyes."
She squints and loops her arm through SIGFRÍÐRs. Obviously, with no consideration for the princesses' personal space. For a queen Regent, she acts very formal with the royal hosts, too friendly perhaps.
"Come SIGFRÍÐR! Tell me your secrets over dinner and I will show you how we Saulteacois play the games of politics... admittedly, I will also attempt to convince you to visit my son, Prince Stephan d'Chené and I on our lovely island. He is unstoppable on the battlefield and yet I bet one look at you would stop him like molasses in January."

SIGFRÍÐR glances over at her father, clearly unsure of how to properly deal with this unorthodox individual glued to her side.

Beatrice passes Major R.Gronid, momentarily resting her hand on his shoulder.
"You look lost, friend" She smiles and shakes hands.
"Find me inside, I wish to discuss a few auxiliary matters that you may have in interest."

---

The Saulteaux guards nod to the approaching Myraxian group in acknowledgement. A few share words quietly during the talks. Momentarily easing the tense situation at hand.

[Oehiton]

Of course, Haja-Mishu's borders are always open to all

"Most excellent. Then I think we shall have much to discuss. What is it that Haja-Mishu is in need of, imports wise? I am sure that Oehiton can assist in supplying almost anything needed."

[Oehiton]

As the dark red virtical landing craft touches down, a flight crewman hops out and askes the helliport director for permission to unload the cars. First car is a normal, but armored SUV in the same dark red as the plane. Then followes the limosuine, also in red, followed by an armored pickup truck. All displaying the Lutvikkia flag and the Ambassadors "wreath of peace" flag. Upon arriving at the meeting, an honor guard of four men steps out of the pickup truck rear. Standing along side the limosuine they open the door for the two Drudge. First to step out is Drudge Eallis Amourtal, Representative of Lutvikkia to Oehiton. Another pair of individuals step out of the SUV, each with brief cases. The first one stands aside Eallis and they proceede in. The next to exit the limosuine is Drudge Gayllen Pendenhall. Then the other individual with a brief case stands next to him and they proceede in.

The Lutvikkia people are met outside on the steps to the band playing and soldiers at attention. The President and his wife are at the top smiling and waiting to greet the delegation.

[Oehiton]

Hosrteo Karwail arrived by plane in the city of Valhalla, accompanied with one Frezko Royal Guard.
He left the plane to see the place...

Hosrteo Karwail is met by a tall man, nearly 2.5 meters wearing a fine business suit. He is flanked by two Valkyries and two Sif guards. Smiling, the large man says "Welcome to Oehiton my friend, I am Chairman Vaulkner Beowolf, CEO of Oehiton Armaments and son of the President. I welcome you to Valhalla. I hope your visit will prove fruitful. I have a limousine waiting for us. We can head straight to the citadel or we could site see a while if you wish. I am at your disposal." and he gives a respectful bow

[Frezko Islands]

Hosrteo Karwail arrived by plane in the city of Valhalla, accompanied with one Frezko Royal Guard.
He left the plane to see the place...

Hosrteo Karwail is met by a tall man, nearly 2.5 meters wearing a fine business suit. He is flanked by two Valkyries and two Sif guards. Smiling, the large man says "Welcome to Oehiton my friend, I am Chairman Vaulkner Beowolf, CEO of Oehiton Armaments and son of the President. I welcome you to Valhalla. I hope your visit will prove fruitful. I have a limousine waiting for us. We can head straight to the citadel or we could site see a while if you wish. I am at your disposal." and he gives a respectful bow

Hosrteo was wearing a black suit with a small Frezko flag in its chest. He measured 180 centimeters.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Beowolf. I would prefer to go ahead to the citadel. Can my guard come with me?"

[Oehiton]

"The finest diamonds and platinum within Oehiton for such an honored guest" says Njorn. "You honor us with your presence Queen Regent. My daughter says you enjoyed your approach of the citadel. You and your guards are welcome to stay as long as you wish."

Beatrice curtsies before Ásboð and Njorn Beowolf at the gesture. "Innumerable thanks, your grace. C'est magnifique! So beautiful!... as is your most gracious daughter, SIGFRÍÐR. she is most patient. I feared my curiosity of your magnificent people would drive her to madness" she jokes.
Giving SIGFRÍÐR a quaint smile.
"You must be very proud of her Ásboð."
She gently waves her hand over the display case, almost to suggest she did not believe what her eyes saw.
Turning to SIGFRÍÐR, speaking while adjusting her hair, dress and shealth.
"I must ask, my dear. How does a northern beauty like you come to speak so fluently? Native Saultecois study both national languages until they graduate secondary education. Foreigners come to spend a great more time in study... yet you appear to be no older than 16? A master of both and I see a kind, yet hard cunning in your eyes."
She squints and loops her arm through SIGFRÍÐRs. Obviously, with no consideration for the princesses' personal space. For a queen Regent, she acts very formal with the royal hosts, too friendly perhaps.
"Come SIGFRÍÐR! Tell me your secrets over dinner and I will show you how we Saulteacois play the games of politics... admittedly, I will also attempt to convince you to visit my son, Prince Stephan d'Chené and I on our lovely island. He is unstoppable on the battlefield and yet I bet one look at you would stop him like molasses in January."

SIGFRÍÐR glances over at her father, clearly unsure of how to properly deal with this unorthodox individual glued to her side.

Beatrice passes Major R.Gronid, momentarily resting her hand on his shoulder.
"You look lost, friend" She smiles and shakes hands.
"Find me inside, I wish to discuss a few auxiliary matters that you may have in interest."

---

The Saulteaux guards nod to the approaching Myraxian group in acknowledgement. A few share words quietly during the talks. Momentarily easing the tense situation at hand.

Ásboð responds "She is a great treasure to both her father and myself. And think nothing of the curiosity, SIGFRÍÐR is quite inquisitive about things herself. She is...very observant." As the Queen Regent and SIGFRÍÐR walk off, Ásboð looks to her husband and smiles "At least your daughter wasn't too talkative as she usually is." and the two chuckle

SIGFRÍÐR as she walks with the Queen Regent "You are most kind your Majesty. I know your language because Oehitons have always had an ear for languages. It isn't unusual for an average Oehiton child to know three or four languages by the time they're my age. I was raised specifically to be a translator. I am fluent in more than a dozen languages and am conversational in half a dozen more. I can read and write even more. My parents say I was born with the blood of Odin in me. I say I am simply observant. Also, I am very social. I enjoy meeting new people and seeing new places. And growing up with several of the best weapon masters in Oehiton in the family and also as tutors, I grew up fencing. I don't favor the large, bulky swords and axes. I can wield a rapier as accurately and as deadly as any battleaxe or spear. As far as your invitation to visit you and your son, I would be honored to." she seems to either not grasp the comment about the Queen's son stopping like molasses when he sees her or she is not paying it any attention for some reason. "I would actually like to visit every nation on this world. You might say I have a burning desire that draws me outward. And when I am eighteen, I will be allowed to travel and serve as an Ambassador."

[Oehiton]

Hosrteo Karwail is met by a tall man, nearly 2.5 meters wearing a fine business suit. He is flanked by two Valkyries and two Sif guards. Smiling, the large man says "Welcome to Oehiton my friend, I am Chairman Vaulkner Beowolf, CEO of Oehiton Armaments and son of the President. I welcome you to Valhalla. I hope your visit will prove fruitful. I have a limousine waiting for us. We can head straight to the citadel or we could site see a while if you wish. I am at your disposal." and he gives a respectful bow

Hosrteo was wearing a black suit with a small Frezko flag in its chest. He measured 180 centimeters.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. Beowolf. I would prefer to go ahead to the citadel. Can my guard come with me?"

Vaulkner smiles "Of course sir. Oehiton would never dream of depriving someone of their personal guards. All we ask is that his weapon be kept at a peaceful stance. Either holstered or slung. Any blades must be sheathed or hung as well. Let's get you to the citadel." and he escorts the men to the limo and climbs in after them. "If you see anything that catches your attention as we go, just let me know and I can have the driver pull over. Valhalla is here for you and the other delegates today."

[Frezko Islands]

"That is not going to be a problem." -Hosrteo smiled, and turned to his guard to tell him about that rule.

[Oehiton]

"That is not going to be a problem." -Hosrteo smiled, and turned to his guard to tell him about that rule.

Vaulkner cocks his head a little bit and smiles "Taking notes or trying to manipulate the system pray tell?" he says with some friendliness in the tone but also with some seriousness as a CEO would. "That doesn't mean we will give you the keys to the citadel mind you. But we wish you to enjoy your time here. Food, drink, women...political and economic deals...all will be available."

[Dyrdlegastaland]

"Of course Master Sigtryggr. In the dream was a large landscape with mountains in the background and forests all around. The open field, the size of a city easily was drenched in blood. I could clearly see Oehiton soldiers fighting a blurry enemy. The enemy's blur was dark and seemed more alien that like one of us." and he points to human looking people "I didn't know who they were but just knew that they were enemies of the S.C. Also, I could see both Huginn and Munin flying around. They seemed almost hateful of this enemy. I rode upon one of our robotic steeds. Axe in hand cutting enemies down. My face injured, missing an eye and ear. Our numbers were less than that of the enemies but we were fighting in such glory that the ancestors would be proud. Then I awoke. A severe pain in my left side. Only to discover that I had somehow developed an open wound. It was as if someone stabbed me with a great sword. And the thing is..in the dream I had a similar wound.I didn't feel fear. Rather...I felt excited and charged." he looks to the Lawgiver and moves his head as if to say what do you think?

"Interesting," says Sigtryggr, "If I mayest try my hand at interpretation: The enemy is blurred, and unknown. Obfuscated and hidden, they could be symbols of the unknown or deciet. The presence of Huginn and Muninn, 'Thought' and 'Mind' in the old tongue, are interesting, as they are not seen in warfare. Their function is to fly the world and bring knowledge back to Óðinn, they are his agents of omnipotence and knowledge. The loss of thy eye is a good thing. One-eyed is a mark of Wisdom and Knowlege. One-eared is trickier symbolism, it would mean thou canst only half-hear, but what that means, I am unsure. Based on thy one-eyed nature in the dream, and the presence of Óðinn's source of knowledge fighting alongside thee, I would wager this battle as a battle betwixt Knowledge and the Unknown, or Truth and Untruth. Thou and thy allies all have strong ties to knowledge, yet the blurred enemy is unknown, against knowlege. It could symbolize a time of learning, but more likely, a fight against ignorance. The presence of the wound and the bloody field mean the battle will not be an easy one, and much would be lost even if the battle to come is not a literal battle. Furthermore, the ignorant shall outweigh the wise, and personal sacrifice will be necessary, as evidenced by the wound."

[Oehiton]

"Of course Master Sigtryggr. In the dream was a large landscape with mountains in the background and forests all around. The open field, the size of a city easily was drenched in blood. I could clearly see Oehiton soldiers fighting a blurry enemy. The enemy's blur was dark and seemed more alien that like one of us." and he points to human looking people "I didn't know who they were but just knew that they were enemies of the S.C. Also, I could see both Huginn and Munin flying around. They seemed almost hateful of this enemy. I rode upon one of our robotic steeds. Axe in hand cutting enemies down. My face injured, missing an eye and ear. Our numbers were less than that of the enemies but we were fighting in such glory that the ancestors would be proud. Then I awoke. A severe pain in my left side. Only to discover that I had somehow developed an open wound. It was as if someone stabbed me with a great sword. And the thing is..in the dream I had a similar wound.I didn't feel fear. Rather...I felt excited and charged." he looks to the Lawgiver and moves his head as if to say what do you think?

"Interesting," says Sigtryggr, "If I mayest try my hand at interpretation: The enemy is blurred, and unknown. Obfuscated and hidden, they could be symbols of the unknown or deciet. The presence of Huginn and Muninn, 'Thought' and 'Mind' in the old tongue, are interesting, as they are not seen in warfare. Their function is to fly the world and bring knowledge back to Óðinn, they are his agents of omnipotence and knowledge. The loss of thy eye is a good thing. One-eyed is a mark of Wisdom and Knowlege. One-eared is trickier symbolism, it would mean thou canst only half-hear, but what that means, I am unsure. Based on thy one-eyed nature in the dream, and the presence of Óðinn's source of knowledge fighting alongside thee, I would wager this battle as a battle betwixt Knowledge and the Unknown, or Truth and Untruth. Thou and thy allies all have strong ties to knowledge, yet the blurred enemy is unknown, against knowlege. It could symbolize a time of learning, but more likely, a fight against ignorance. The presence of the wound and the bloody field mean the battle will not be an easy one, and much would be lost even if the battle to come is not a literal battle. Furthermore, the ignorant shall outweigh the wise, and personal sacrifice will be necessary, as evidenced by the wound."

"You sound like RAGNFRIÐR, my spiritual adviser. She said something similar. The old witch has always enjoyed hearing ones dreams. And I have to agree with you, Oehiton is coming out of a dark age. Many of our people still hold onto superstitions and fear opening our borders. If Oehiton is to thrive, we must embrace outsiders and allow our culture to grow by the enrichment that others may offer us. If we don't, I fear we will backslide. And I won't allow this. I was chosen for this position and I will not fail. Knowledge and wisdom is everything. For without them, one is nothing but Jötnar. As far as sacrifice goes...there isn't anything I wouldn't give to see my people thrive and reach their potential."

[Oehiton]

I'm going on vacation and won't be back on till the 10th or 11th. So until then, this RP is paused. When I get back on and it starts up again, instead of being 42SC days, we will pick it back up as if still the same day of the festivities.

[Lutvikkia]

The Lutvikkia people are met outside on the steps to the band playing and soldiers at attention. The President and his wife are at the top smiling and waiting to greet the delegation.
Drudge Eallis Amourtal stops and greets each soldier individually with an inclined bow. He then turns to the royal couple ad to each of them bows, states his name and position, then stands erect with a smile.
" I apologize for our lateness, acquiring visas and travel papers is somewhat difficult still for outsiders my lord."