The ancient alliance between the Pords and Frankian races had been forged in the fires of war, and sanctified by the blood spilled by both peoples for sacred honor. Now, a request for a delegation from the Pords would arrive bearing the seal of the Dread Queen herself to take part in the festivities commemorating the foundation of the Frankian Realm. Chambers would be provided for them in the Grand Hall of Foreign Dignitaries; a hall maintained and operated at the expense of the ruling family for the sake of the nation.
If certain Pords could remember, they would be somewhat taken aback at who the current Dread Queen was. Enraptured, King Feylor IV had not remained unmarried long upon his ascension to the throne when he encountered Gendelyn. Gendelyn, though of common origin and a sorceress, had risen high upon her being crowned alongside her husband upon the day of their coronation by the Grand Triarch. However, though the Feylor was apt to claim that he was the Realm's Atlas on which the Frankian Realm was held aloft, it was actually Queen Gendelyn who attended the late meetings of the High Council or conspired to sway the Fleet faction in the Assembly to vote the Crown's way on matters of foreign policy.
As the festivities were soon to be under way, invitations were also sent to those nations who had once bled or bled against the Frankians. On this glorious occasion, such a minor distinction was thought to be trifling concern. Foes of days gone by were as apt to be allies against the minions of Septimus who forever imperiled the Realm of Atkane's Children.
As the foreign dignitaries arrived they would be greeted by Neustrian Security Forces who would escort them from the Port Atkaneum upon their arrival along with their retinues. While on foot, they would see the sights and savor the smells of a world where the serene landscape had been thoughtfully preserved by the central planners. When the untouched at last arrived, they would find room and board, refreshments, and the offer to take part in various recreations ranging from visiting the great Neustrian Shipworks to joining the Princes of the Blood in the hunt of the thousand beasts should they be so inclined.
O Pious, do not forsake us! We keep the Law of the Mater Atkana. Her name is ever upon our tongue. O Pious, do not forget the Children of Atkane!
What must rise, must fall. What must live, must die. What must be, must cease. Only the One shall remain.