Carthage Invites Leaders [CLOSED | IC]

[Queendom of Carthage]

News Channel interviews the Queen

After a revolution in 1965, Carthage took back control over Tunisia and parts of Libya and Algeria. A King of Carthage was made by tracing ancient ancestry, although royalists elected the first King through tests of intelligence as well. This as to ensure only the smartest of ancient royal blood would be deemed modern royal blood. One of the things the King did was close all borders to preserve culture.

When the old King died, his daughter took over. Queen Elissa had kept the closed borders but overtime had combined modern technology with the fashion, art, language, and architecture styles of ancient Carthage. (Language was a difficult one though, while the majority of the population can now communicate in Punic, more people still speak Arabic.) Only now has she reopened borders. This is a strict border though. Only tourists staying for up to a week and those willing to accept what is now called, "New Carthage Culture" are allowed inside the country.

Carthage has officially invited all world leaders to Queen Elissa's palace in the capital city of New Carthage. The marble building has rooms for those wishing to stay in the allotted tourist time.

[Ilha das Tempestades]

(ooc: interested! Should we just arrive or do you have a sign up we need to do first?)

[Queendom of Carthage]

(ooc: interested! Should we just arrive or do you have a sign up we need to do first?)

OOC: Just say you'll show up IC, no signups required. I'll close the rp once enough people arrive though.

[Ilha das Tempestades]

Through rough and stormy seas cut the ship, I.D.T.S. Tiger II aboard was Luiza, wife of the dictator, Valenzuela and daughter, Tormie. "Few days more and we'll be there!" Luiza was enjoying the rolling seas and rough weather, like her wife these girls thrived for weather others might find unpleasant. Tormie was frightened and curled in her mother's lap.

"Yes, mama"

"My dear Tormie, do remember on the presence of company address me as Mother."

She nodded. "In our private home we can be informal but we'll be in the presence of nations we wish to strike relations with. We must present a level of quality they expect."

She nodded again and their ship carried on. It wasn't long after that they came to Carthage and arrived in the capital and by the looks they were among the first guests to arrive. They had to leave their dear tigers on the ship they didn't know if they could bring them around a city. The nation seemed to be similar to IDT years of being isolated looking to branch out a bit more.

[Queendom of Carthage]

They were welcomed by a group of men and women wearing simple white tunics. "Please, come ashore" said one man smiling. "Welcome to New Carthage, I shall guide you to the Palace. My name is Philosir." The group seemed just as curious as the guests were to see the others. "Most of us have never seen foreigners you see, follow me." Philosir brought them through a pristine street where other men and women in tunics walked on the side. Although the city was made of types of stone for the most part, the civilians seemed to have all the modern technology as they walked along the streets. Finally the family were brought to the Palace door. This is where Philosir stopped and looked at them in the eye, "Now you must know, the Queen will take no questioning of political freedom allowed in Carthage."

[Ilha das Tempestades]

Luiza smiled and nodded and with her Tormie at her side they followed these men along to the palace doors. This was an interesting country, like their own it seemed like it was set in the past, old ways were truly better but unlike there own country modern technology had seemed to catch on, all abolished in IDT. "I would not dream of questioning the queen in her ways, as I am sure she would show the same courtesy of my wife if our positions were reversed here. I look forward to meeting her, thank you kindly." Luiza bowed her head in a nod of respect to their hosts. "Ah yes! Thank you kindly!" Tormie quickly replied minding her manners and following her mother's lead.

[Queendom of Carthage]

Luiza smiled and nodded and with her Tormie at her side they followed these men along to the palace doors. This was an interesting country, like their own it seemed like it was set in the past, old ways were truly better but unlike there own country modern technology had seemed to catch on, all abolished in IDT. "I would not dream of questioning the queen in her ways, as I am sure she would show the same courtesy of my wife if our positions were reversed here. I look forward to meeting her, thank you kindly." Luiza bowed her head in a nod of respect to their hosts. "Ah yes! Thank you kindly!" Tormie quickly replied minding her manners and following her mother's lead.

Philosir smiled and bowed, opening the door to the Palace. It opened into a large, marble room with an open end to the sea. There was little furniture and the room was lit by electricity. Queen Elissa was on the open end where the interview was still occuring. The camera man seemed dressed like the rest of the world would. When Elissa saw the guests she turned around and smiled, waving the camera man away. She approached and gave a small bow. As she was doing so Philosir left to go to the docks to await new arrivals. Elissa spoke, "Welcome to Carthage, I am Queen Elissa."

[Ilha das Tempestades]

"It's a great pleasure to meet you. I am Luiza this is my daughter, Tormie. My dear wife, Valenzuela, leader of our lands is however away at another gala in another naiton, otherwise she'd be along here too."

Tormie began speaking again "It is a wonderful pleasure to meet you, on behalf of my self and my ma-mothers."

"That is a very nice view of the sea you have there, Madam." Luiza praised the view of the sea that she could see. "Not different from our own home."

[Queendom of Carthage]

"It's a great pleasure to meet you. I am Luiza this is my daughter, Tormie. My dear wife, Valenzuela, leader of our lands is however away at another gala in another naiton, otherwise she'd be along here too."

Tormie began speaking again "It is a wonderful pleasure to meet you, on behalf of my self and my ma-mothers."

"That is a very nice view of the sea you have there, Madam." Luiza praised the view of the sea that she could see. "Not different from our own home."

"Ahh, I see." said Queen Elissa

"Thank you, we made sure that this palace was constructed exactly where the ancient one was. I do hope my people weren't too staring on your way to the Palace. They have never seen foreigners. Please, let's go somewhere to sit."

The Queen guided them to a a circle of ottoman seats with one larger table in the middle. On it were baskets of fruits and nuts. It seemed that the Queen wanted people to live simply, but luxuriously.

[Ilha das Tempestades]

"They were quite friendly, Lady, we appreciate the warm reception we had upon arrival. Sounds like a fine idea. The feeling is mostly mutual with not being very accustomed to foreigners in our own land. Well save our early history but that's a very long story"

"A warm reception is what we needed" Tormie began working in her polite conversation skills "Ma-I mean-Mother and me are a little travel weary from our trip from Tempestades to here."

"Ah yes my daughter speaks the truth it was quite the stormy voyage."

[Allied Connurist States]

Sometimes in life, decisions were difficult to make. There were several (well, actually so very many) ways of easing the trouble of making a choice. For some people, fresh air was the cure, taking a walk to clear their heads and being able to think and see things in new and different ways. For others, discussion with those close to them, whether merely in passing, or over a cup of tea, a dinner table, or even a drink. Some found clarity in their minds by just taking a temporary break. The Empress of the Allied Castarcian States preferred just getting herself occupied and sending whatever issue it was to the back of her mind, where inevitably it would always seem to sort itself out whilst not consciously pondering on it. It was always simply a matter of time. And, as she made trivial conversation with her Minister of Foreign Affairs before they properly got to work, it would find itself solved, as luck would have it.

"Connor and I just can't come to a consensus about our next holiday destination." She explained casually. "We've been to so many places before, I want to try this new place, he wants to try that new place, I don't mind going back to any of these places we've been before and he doesn't mind about a couple of those either, and I don't want to make a decision purely because he'll just say yes to what I want regardless..." She paused, sighing, aiming to sum up her point briefly once and for all before continuing. "I don't want to just settle for somewhere that doesn't truly fill me with excitement."

"Allow me to stop you right there." he says, a smile crossing his older face. He has held this position in her (or rather, their, when you considered she was one half of a co-ruling couple) government as long as she has had the throne and the title. She is more than just his superior, but rather a friend. "Carthage." he announces quite simply with enthusiasm. "I bet you didn't even think about that one." He earns a mock scowl from her as she playfully acts insulted. "Nor would I if I hadn't received this invitation earlier today. How does it sound?" he asks inquisitively. "I don't really know how it sounds." she replies. "Isn't it your job to tell me?"

A little later that same day

"Well, it definitely intrigues me." admits Emperor Connor I. He is a tall and handsome man, at six foot two, perhaps slightly noticeably older than his wife, who is eight years younger. But his interest is kept in check by concern. "But are you sure, that, you know, it's safe?"

"Not really." she admits honestly. She understands that he will always be overly concerned with security whether he wished to be or not. It had proven to be for the best on occasion before. Now, Empress Alice was not the type to be reckless, but there was such a thing as worrying too much. Luckily, if there was anyone to put him at ease and reassure him and make him reconsider, she was the woman for the job. "Is that not part of the fun? The mystery, the excitement?" she questions. The disarming smile, the way she looks at him and the way she touches his arm are nearly always enough to have him take a chance or a risk. He knows that he is for all intents and purposes paranoid and with a bit of a struggle he always tries to overcome it.

"I suppose this is nothing in comparison to the places we have actually been to." He reasons. "You and I, we always manage to get through everything, good or bad. It shall be no different here. And besides, I wouldn't want you to go alone... or accept the invite anyway and force my hand." he laughs. "Carthage it is."

And so it was that Emperor Connor I and Empress Alice I made their way to the city of New Carthage. Of course, they were not alone. Had they not been able to bring security guards of their own, they would have outright refused to turn up. The last time they trusted a foreign nations security, they'd been caught in the middle of a coup d'etat and a civil war. The Imperial Guard were meant to be the best of the best of the men and women of the armed forces, whose sole objective was the protection of the aforementioned Emperor and Empress. Then again, absolutely nothing won everything all the time. But that was a negative thought, and they were not to be encouraged. Connor could take comfort in distracting himself by focusing on preparing himself and wondering what the Carthaginians (if that indeed was the correct demonym) wanted. He doubted this was purely a celebration and nothing more. Diplomacy would be what Queen Elissa desired, surely. And friendly agreements were their specialty. He wore one of his favourite suits and a pair of formal shoes that had served him well so many times previously, no speck of dirt visible. Naturally, Alice took longer to prepare herself. For a man, it was so simple ; there was no real choice to make sartorially. But for her, she had to actively choose an outfit, and judge whether it was too much or too little, whether it looked good on her or not and what kind of impression it would make on people. How would they perceive the Empress like this? As she finally donned a classy light blue dress and applied the finishing touches to her look, she helped her husband do his tie. It was almost ironic, that a man trusted to run a nation lacked the competence to do something that so many found so simple, but it was not his fault that he lacked a steady hand. A side effect from the stress of the role, it was, and he need not worry about it, she believed. He certainly was a capable leader, and arguably more importantly, at least in the Castarcian culture, he made a brilliant spouse.

As the plane touched down softly, they disembarked hand in hand, expecting to be welcomed and shown to a car which would lead them to the Palace itself. And then the business could begin... and after that, the deserved holiday.

[Queendom of Carthage]

"They were quite friendly, Lady, we appreciate the warm reception we had upon arrival. Sounds like a fine idea. The feeling is mostly mutual with not being very accustomed to foreigners in our own land. Well save our early history but that's a very long story"

"A warm reception is what we needed" Tormie began working in her polite conversation skills "Ma-I mean-Mother and me are a little travel weary from our trip from Tempestades to here."

"Ah yes my daughter speaks the truth it was quite the stormy voyage."

Looking up as the Queen grabbed a peach from a basket, "I have rooms already prepared for guests. Perhaps we could talk for a moment while my servants customize it to what standard you would prefer." At that moment a group of men in tunics stood in line behind Elissa waiting for a response. Elissa smiled, "In the meantime help yourself to any of the food on the table."

Sometimes in life, decisions were difficult to make. There were several (well, actually so very many) ways of easing the trouble of making a choice. For some people, fresh air was the cure, taking a walk to clear their heads and being able to think and see things in new and different ways. For others, discussion with those close to them, whether merely in passing, or over a cup of tea, a dinner table, or even a drink. Some found clarity in their minds by just taking a temporary break. The Empress of the Allied Castarcian States preferred just getting herself occupied and sending whatever issue it was to the back of her mind, where inevitably it would always seem to sort itself out whilst not consciously pondering on it. It was always simply a matter of time. And, as she made trivial conversation with her Minister of Foreign Affairs before they properly got to work, it would find itself solved, as luck would have it.

"Connor and I just can't come to a consensus about our next holiday destination." She explained casually. "We've been to so many places before, I want to try this new place, he wants to try that new place, I don't mind going back to any of these places we've been before and he doesn't mind about a couple of those either, and I don't want to make a decision purely because he'll just say yes to what I want regardless..." She paused, sighing, aiming to sum up her point briefly once and for all before continuing. "I don't want to just settle for somewhere that doesn't truly fill me with excitement."

"Allow me to stop you right there." he says, a smile crossing his older face. He has held this position in her (or rather, their, when you considered she was one half of a co-ruling couple) government as long as she has had the throne and the title. She is more than just his superior, but rather a friend. "Carthage." he announces quite simply with enthusiasm. "I bet you didn't even think about that one." He earns a mock scowl from her as she playfully acts insulted. "Nor would I if I hadn't received this invitation earlier today. How does it sound?" he asks inquisitively. "I don't really know how it sounds." she replies. "Isn't it your job to tell me?"

A little later that same day

"Well, it definitely intrigues me." admits Emperor Connor I. He is a tall and handsome man, at six foot two, perhaps slightly noticeably older than his wife, who is eight years younger. But his interest is kept in check by concern. "But are you sure, that, you know, it's safe?"

"Not really." she admits honestly. She understands that he will always be overly concerned with security whether he wished to be or not. It had proven to be for the best on occasion before. Now, Empress Alice was not the type to be reckless, but there was such a thing as worrying too much. Luckily, if there was anyone to put him at ease and reassure him and make him reconsider, she was the woman for the job. "Is that not part of the fun? The mystery, the excitement?" she questions. The disarming smile, the way she looks at him and the way she touches his arm are nearly always enough to have him take a chance or a risk. He knows that he is for all intents and purposes paranoid and with a bit of a struggle he always tries to overcome it.

"I suppose this is nothing in comparison to the places we have actually been to." He reasons. "You and I, we always manage to get through everything, good or bad. It shall be no different here. And besides, I wouldn't want you to go alone... or accept the invite anyway and force my hand." he laughs. "Carthage it is."

And so it was that Emperor Connor I and Empress Alice I made their way to the city of New Carthage. Of course, they were not alone. Had they not been able to bring security guards of their own, they would have outright refused to turn up. The last time they trusted a foreign nations security, they'd been caught in the middle of a coup d'etat and a civil war. The Imperial Guard were meant to be the best of the best of the men and women of the armed forces, whose sole objective was the protection of the aforementioned Emperor and Empress. Then again, absolutely nothing won everything all the time. But that was a negative thought, and they were not to be encouraged. Connor could take comfort in distracting himself by focusing on preparing himself and wondering what the Carthaginians (if that indeed was the correct demonym) wanted. He doubted this was purely a celebration and nothing more. Diplomacy would be what Queen Elissa desired, surely. And friendly agreements were their specialty. He wore one of his favourite suits and a pair of formal shoes that had served him well so many times previously, no speck of dirt visible. Naturally, Alice took longer to prepare herself. For a man, it was so simple ; there was no real choice to make sartorially. But for her, she had to actively choose an outfit, and judge whether it was too much or too little, whether it looked good on her or not and what kind of impression it would make on people. How would they perceive the Empress like this? As she finally donned a classy light blue dress and applied the finishing touches to her look, she helped her husband do his tie. It was almost ironic, that a man trusted to run a nation lacked the competence to do something that so many found so simple, but it was not his fault that he lacked a steady hand. A side effect from the stress of the role, it was, and he need not worry about it, she believed. He certainly was a capable leader, and arguably more importantly, at least in the Castarcian culture, he made a brilliant spouse.

As the plane touched down softly, they disembarked hand in hand, expecting to be welcomed and shown to a car which would lead them to the Palace itself. And then the business could begin... and after that, the deserved holiday.

Meanwhile at the airport, their was a group of men in white tunics and sandals waiting outside the plane. One of them, Philosir, stepped forward from the group of half a dozen. "Welcome to Carthage Emperor and Empress! I am Philosir, I shall guide you to the Queen's Palace. We are prepared to drive you or guide you on foot to the palace, your choice of course." Philosir smiled warmly, but many in the group behind Philosir would be staring and thinking things like, Such complicated clothing, or they look different from the ones who arrived before them, or those guards

[Ilha das Tempestades]

Looking up as the Queen grabbed a peach from a basket, "I have rooms already prepared for guests. Perhaps we could talk for a moment while my servants customize it to what standard you would prefer." At that moment a group of men in tunics stood in line behind Elissa waiting for a response. Elissa smiled, "In the meantime help yourself to any of the food on the table."

"Sounds like a delight!" Luiza agreed "Conversation is what we need. And the food looks truly wonderful"

"So much good stuff!" Tormie also exclaimed

"Tormie, mind your manners"

"Yes, mother"

Both looked at the table and helped themselves to many of the fruits provided for them "Oooh peaches I love peaches" Tormie took a bunch and stacked them with her others.

"Thank you for providing rooms for us, Lady." Luiza nodded her head in respect

[Allied Connurist States]

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Philosir." Empress Alice began politely, taking in her surroundings. They were certainly warmer temperature-wise than home, which was a definite plus. She could only theorise on what the others accompanying Philosir were thinking, some members among the group clearly not used to cultures from outside their own borders. It was a look she was familiar with, predominantly from her own experience when she first arrived to the country where she was now Empress. It must be rather unique to have a fashion like this where all wore tunics. It was pretty unique to be in the situation of Carthage in this day and age, just now ending isolation from the outside world and new to and wary of the wide and diverse cultures of all the other nations of the world. "Allow me to introduce myself as Alice, and this is my partner Connor. Please, just call us by name." It was well known by most that neither of the pair cared for titles, they felt it made them appear or seem superior and that was not how they felt.

"Indeed. Nice to make your acquaintance, Philosir." the Emperor said. He would have offered a hand to be shook, but he felt that maybe that they would not understand the gesture, and then it would be awkward and confusing. "We shall go by car, if that's not too much trouble?" he asked. He couldn't see the Palace from here and he was sure that Alice, much like him, didn't quite fancy a long walk just right now after their journey.

[Queendom of Carthage]

Looking up as the Queen grabbed a peach from a basket, "I have rooms already prepared for guests. Perhaps we could talk for a moment while my servants customize it to what standard you would prefer." At that moment a group of men in tunics stood in line behind Elissa waiting for a response. Elissa smiled, "In the meantime help yourself to any of the food on the table."

"Sounds like a delight!" Luiza agreed "Conversation is what we need. And the food looks truly wonderful"

"So much good stuff!" Tormie also exclaimed

"Tormie, mind your manners"

"Yes, mother"

Both looked at the table and helped themselves to many of the fruits provided for them "Oooh peaches I love peaches" Tormie took a bunch and stacked them with her others.

"Thank you for providing rooms for us, Lady." Luiza nodded her head in respect

"Of course" Queen Elissa said to Luiza as a messenger approached her.
"My lady, The Emperor and Empress of the Allied Connurist States are to arrive soon."
"Very well." said Elissa as the messenger turned and left.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Philosir." Empress Alice began politely, taking in her surroundings. They were certainly warmer temperature-wise than home, which was a definite plus. She could only theorise on what the others accompanying Philosir were thinking, some members among the group clearly not used to cultures from outside their own borders. It was a look she was familiar with, predominantly from her own experience when she first arrived to the country where she was now Empress. It must be rather unique to have a fashion like this where all wore tunics. It was pretty unique to be in the situation of Carthage in this day and age, just now ending isolation from the outside world and new to and wary of the wide and diverse cultures of all the other nations of the world. "Allow me to introduce myself as Alice, and this is my partner Connor. Please, just call us by name." It was well known by most that neither of the pair cared for titles, they felt it made them appear or seem superior and that was not how they felt.

"Indeed. Nice to make your acquaintance, Philosir." the Emperor said. He would have offered a hand to be shook, but he felt that maybe that they would not understand the gesture, and then it would be awkward and confusing. "We shall go by car, if that's not too much trouble?" he asked. He couldn't see the Palace from here and he was sure that Alice, much like him, didn't quite fancy a long walk just right now after their journey.

"As you wish Em- Connor." Philosir turned and said something in Punic to one of the men in tunics. Moments later a limo appeared with a chauffeur who wore irregular clothes for Carthaginian standards, having normal chauffeur uniform in most other people's standards.
"Here we are" said Philosir as the Chauffeur opened the door and the group got in. During the drive the limo didn't drive on the major streets, driving in the less used alley ways. Philosir turned to the guests and said, "Sorry for the little detour from the main streets, cars aren't considered aesthetically pleasing." The car halted and the group got out, the Palace now insight. Once the group was out, the limo immediately left visibility. The Palace, like all buildings, was mostly marble. It was very large, but it was a palace after all.

Philosir led the group up stairs to the Palace door, which he knocked on before he leaving. He did not wait for the door to open before leaving, but left a, "Good day." The other men in tunics left as well.


"That must be them now." said the Queen as she stood up and walked to the door, which was being opened by a servant. The Servant opened the door and bowed, scurrying out of the way of the door. "Welcome to Carthage, I am Queen Elissa." The Queen gave a small bow. She smiled, "I trust your travel went well?"

[Ilha das Tempestades]

"Of course" Queen Elissa said to Luiza as a messenger approached her.
"My lady, The Emperor and Empress of the Allied Connurist States are to arrive soon."
"Very well." said Elissa as the messenger turned and left.

"That must be them now." said the Queen as she stood up and walked to the door, which was being opened by a servant. The Servant opened the door and bowed, scurrying out of the way of the door. "Welcome to Carthage, I am Queen Elissa." The Queen gave a small bow. She smiled, "I trust your travel went well?"

"Ah sounds like more guests have arrived, we were indeed the firsts." Both Luiza and Tormie stood as well with the arrival of other guests. "Greetings" Luiza wanted to introduce herself to the other guests "I'm Luiza, of Ilha das Tempestades. This is my young daughter"

[Nations United for Conquest]

Tag-Post WIP

[Allied Connurist States]

"As you wish Em- Connor." Philosir turned and said something in Punic to one of the men in tunics. Moments later a limo appeared with a chauffeur who wore irregular clothes for Carthaginian standards, having normal chauffeur uniform in most other people's standards.
"Here we are" said Philosir as the Chauffeur opened the door and the group got in. During the drive the limo didn't drive on the major streets, driving in the less used alley ways. Philosir turned to the guests and said, "Sorry for the little detour from the main streets, cars aren't considered aesthetically pleasing." The car halted and the group got out, the Palace now insight. Once the group was out, the limo immediately left visibility. The Palace, like all buildings, was mostly marble. It was very large, but it was a palace after all.

Philosir led the group up stairs to the Palace door, which he knocked on before he leaving. He did not wait for the door to open before leaving, but left a, "Good day." The other men in tunics left as well.


"That must be them now." said the Queen as she stood up and walked to the door, which was being opened by a servant. The Servant opened the door and bowed, scurrying out of the way of the door. "Welcome to Carthage, I am Queen Elissa." The Queen gave a small bow. She smiled, "I trust your travel went well?"

The limousine appeared shortly after a conversation took place in a language neither of the two understood. It wasn't something that happened often, because Alice knew and spoke seven separate ones herself, but they were all European based. One would have guessed that it was Punic, which they understood from a little bit of research was still the primary tongue of Carthage. The apology was accepted as they took an odd route through the city, by coming here they had agreed to accept the culture of this land and there was nothing the matter with it. But neither of the two could refrain from thinking about what was considered aesthetically pleasing here. Before they could ask Philosir, though, they encountered the Palace, which certainly was an impressive and pleasant sight. It was easily larger and probably nicer on the eye than the Palace in their capital city, but in their country it was not an Imperial Residence nor a major cultural building ; not a national monument or treasure. The two lived in their own home on the coast.

As Philosir, who had been kind enough to welcome them here and guide them to the Palace, turned round to leave, they both kindly and quickly returned a "And to you also." before the door itself was opened, to reveal the Queen of Carthage itself. "Your Majesty." the two of them said, practically in unison, the Emperor making a bow whilst the Empress saw fit to perform a curtsey. "It is a true honour to be invited here to your country." Emperor Connor told her. "Our trip went without issue, thank you. Are their plans for the day that we ought to be aware of?"

"Ah sounds like more guests have arrived, we were indeed the firsts." Both Luiza and Tormie stood as well with the arrival of other guests. "Greetings" Luiza wanted to introduce herself to the other guests "I'm Luiza, of Ilha das Tempestades. This is my young daughter"

As Connor found himself engaged in conversation with the Queen of Carthage, Empress Alice took it upon herself to make conversation with the other guests so far who had come over to them. "Alice, of the Allied Castarcian States." She looked over to Luiza's daughter. "And what would your name be?"

[Ilha das Tempestades]

As Connor found himself engaged in conversation with the Queen of Carthage, Empress Alice took it upon herself to make conversation with the other guests so far who had come over to them. "Alice, of the Allied Castarcian States." She looked over to Luiza's daughter. "And what would your name be?"

"Fine pleasure to meet you, Madam."

"It is a good pleasure. My name is Tormie"

[Queendom of Carthage]

"As you wish Em- Connor." Philosir turned and said something in Punic to one of the men in tunics. Moments later a limo appeared with a chauffeur who wore irregular clothes for Carthaginian standards, having normal chauffeur uniform in most other people's standards.
"Here we are" said Philosir as the Chauffeur opened the door and the group got in. During the drive the limo didn't drive on the major streets, driving in the less used alley ways. Philosir turned to the guests and said, "Sorry for the little detour from the main streets, cars aren't considered aesthetically pleasing." The car halted and the group got out, the Palace now insight. Once the group was out, the limo immediately left visibility. The Palace, like all buildings, was mostly marble. It was very large, but it was a palace after all.

Philosir led the group up stairs to the Palace door, which he knocked on before he leaving. He did not wait for the door to open before leaving, but left a, "Good day." The other men in tunics left as well.


"That must be them now." said the Queen as she stood up and walked to the door, which was being opened by a servant. The Servant opened the door and bowed, scurrying out of the way of the door. "Welcome to Carthage, I am Queen Elissa." The Queen gave a small bow. She smiled, "I trust your travel went well?"

The limousine appeared shortly after a conversation took place in a language neither of the two understood. It wasn't something that happened often, because Alice knew and spoke seven separate ones herself, but they were all European based. One would have guessed that it was Punic, which they understood from a little bit of research was still the primary tongue of Carthage. The apology was accepted as they took an odd route through the city, by coming here they had agreed to accept the culture of this land and there was nothing the matter with it. But neither of the two could refrain from thinking about what was considered aesthetically pleasing here. Before they could ask Philosir, though, they encountered the Palace, which certainly was an impressive and pleasant sight. It was easily larger and probably nicer on the eye than the Palace in their capital city, but in their country it was not an Imperial Residence nor a major cultural building ; not a national monument or treasure. The two lived in their own home on the coast.

As Philosir, who had been kind enough to welcome them here and guide them to the Palace, turned round to leave, they both kindly and quickly returned a "And to you also." before the door itself was opened, to reveal the Queen of Carthage itself. "Your Majesty." the two of them said, practically in unison, the Emperor making a bow whilst the Empress saw fit to perform a curtsey. "It is a true honour to be invited here to your country." Emperor Connor told her. "Our trip went without issue, thank you. Are their plans for the day that we ought to be aware of?"

"Ah sounds like more guests have arrived, we were indeed the firsts." Both Luiza and Tormie stood as well with the arrival of other guests. "Greetings" Luiza wanted to introduce herself to the other guests "I'm Luiza, of Ilha das Tempestades. This is my young daughter"

As Connor found himself engaged in conversation with the Queen of Carthage, Empress Alice took it upon herself to make conversation with the other guests so far who had come over to them. "Alice, of the Allied Castarcian States." She looked over to Luiza's daughter. "And what would your name be?"

The Queen spoke to Emperor Connor, seeing as the Empress was talking with Luiza already. "Right now we are only waiting for more guests to arrive. I will make a few propositions later, but for just conversation." She then directed her attention towards both the Emperor and Empress, "Come, you must be tired." She guided them to ottomans used like chairs around a table with baskets of fruits and nuts. This is where Luiza and Elissa were before. "Help yourselves." She smiled, sitting. It seemed that most Carthiginians lived a simple yet comfortable life under her rule.

[Allied Connurist States]

The Queen spoke to Emperor Connor, seeing as the Empress was talking with Luiza already. "Right now we are only waiting for more guests to arrive. I will make a few propositions later, but for just conversation." She then directed her attention towards both the Emperor and Empress, "Come, you must be tired." She guided them to ottomans used like chairs around a table with baskets of fruits and nuts. This is where Luiza and Elissa were before. "Help yourselves." She smiled, sitting. It seemed that most Carthiginians lived a simple yet comfortable life under her rule.

Connor and Alice followed the lead of Elissa as she took a seat at the table, both taking a piece of fruit to enjoy. "How many more are you expecting, my lady?" inquired the Emperor, hoping he wasn't being rude. He just didn't want silence between them all.

"Fine pleasure to meet you, Madam."

"It is a good pleasure. My name is Tormie"

Alice looked over at Tormie, in an effort to try and work out how old the girl must have been. She had an uneasy feeling in her stomach, for she liked, nay, loved the idea of children, but felt nervous and insecure around them in their presence. "That man over there is my partner, Connor." she added, gesturing in his direction.

[Queendom of Carthage]

The Queen spoke to Emperor Connor, seeing as the Empress was talking with Luiza already. "Right now we are only waiting for more guests to arrive. I will make a few propositions later, but for just conversation." She then directed her attention towards both the Emperor and Empress, "Come, you must be tired." She guided them to ottomans used like chairs around a table with baskets of fruits and nuts. This is where Luiza and Elissa were before. "Help yourselves." She smiled, sitting. It seemed that most Carthiginians lived a simple yet comfortable life under her rule.

Connor and Alice followed the lead of Elissa as she took a seat at the table, both taking a piece of fruit to enjoy. "How many more are you expecting, my lady?" inquired the Emperor, hoping he wasn't being rude. He just didn't want silence between them all.

"I figured only a few more world leaders. One or two more. It's better to gradually go through a process such as this, wouldn't want to dive head first into the international stage strait from isolationism."

[Ilha das Tempestades]

"Good to meet you to, sir" Tormie sent a greeting his way and Luiza also gave a nod. Admittedly, Luiza wasn't very fond of men but she wouldn't be rude in a party of guests. "A fine pleasure. Early yet but we still have plenty time for more guest to arrive."

"The fruit is quite tasty you should try some" Tormie encouraged the others

Luiza took to the Queen's words with heart, "Dear Lady I understand, our own country too is at this crossroads"

[Allied Connurist States]

"I figured only a few more world leaders. One or two more. It's better to gradually go through a process such as this, wouldn't want to dive head first into the international stage strait from isolationism."

The Emperor nodded in understanding. "I think that's a very sensible move." he told her, honestly. "When I first started, I only did one at a time. The times of greatest hardship for me and my nation have all resulted from having too much going on with too many other people at once." admitted Connor.

"Good to meet you to, sir" Tormie sent a greeting his way and Luiza also gave a nod. Admittedly, Luiza wasn't very fond of men but she wouldn't be rude in a party of guests. "A fine pleasure. Early yet but we still have plenty time for more guest to arrive."

"The fruit is quite tasty you should try some" Tormie encouraged the others

Alice needed to satisfy her curiosity and ask a couple of questions, but one at a time would do. Otherwise she'd overdo it and it wouldn't be enjoyable and polite conversation. Luiza had come here as a representative of Ilha das Tempestades, but there was no way of knowing of what she did there, whether she was in charge and ruled there or did something else. "So, Luiza, forgive me if I am prying, but what do you do in Ilha das Tempestades? What is it like?"

[Ilha das Tempestades]

Alice needed to satisfy her curiosity and ask a couple of questions, but one at a time would do. Otherwise she'd overdo it and it wouldn't be enjoyable and polite conversation. Luiza had come here as a representative of Ilha das Tempestades, but there was no way of knowing of what she did there, whether she was in charge and ruled there or did something else. "So, Luiza, forgive me if I am prying, but what do you do in Ilha das Tempestades? What is it like?"

"No prying at all, Dear Madam I'm always willing to share. Well my wife is the one who really runs the state I'm just along for the ride you could say. I care for our daughter here, for starts when my wife is attending to daily matters of the state. I grow our food, care for our animals and do what I really please in the day time hours. We're a simple society, we went back to our roots living by what we can sustain for ourselves. To live about our Goddess almighty is blasphemous to put wealth over piousness. And true to our nations name we see some impressive storms very frequently."