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Kuronami wrote:It'd been a lengthy but pleasant journey for the Empress and her bodyguard. Aboard her royal yatch which was designated Topsail, a fine ship crafted by the Selkie people of Silverport Dockyards, known to be some of the finest ship crafters in the world. Upon closer reach to Camelone's territorial waters her Royal Navy escorts broke off to return home. Once docking permission were granted and everything was sorted out Her Majesty could finally disembark and head on to their next destination. Boarding the rails was easy enough for them. Watching the scenery speed by Fine looked out the window rather lost in thought and a bit melancholy. She was excited to be in attendance of such a wonderful event, her family being made up of Catholics and Episcopalians, christenings were a very big deal especially for another Royal Family. Still what had her a bit more troubled was the fact she might be late to the event. She was a girl of proper manners and punctuality was of essence to her but the trip had a few delays in getting going. It didn't help her own stubborn insistence of never flying ever in her life, due to an extreme crippling fear of heights, maybe one day she should just be something of a woman about it and get aboard a plane, heavily sedated.
"Milady, everything all right?" Bianca asked.
"Oh sorry. Don't trouble yourself over me, Bianca, I'm just fine. Just a bit worried about being late." it wasn't the only thing on her mind though. Part of her late start was the result of some ominous death threats, her first since her coronation. It came with the territory of course, being a public official, a nobleman's daughter it always meant there was probably some crazy out there wanting to harm her for personal or political reasons. Still, something about the more recent ones did unsettle her a bit. As a result security was beefed up a little around her to ensure her safety. It was also the reason Bianca was going to be at her side like glue on paper.
Sometimes Fine had the luxury of shedding excess security detail and being able to confidently rely on her own wits to get about. In a foreign land she could always count on that nation's own security forces to ensure her safety.
"if you have a failing, Milady, it's that you're truly dedicated to exceptional punctuality. That said I wouldn't worry, I think we've more than made up for time lost getting out of Kuronami.... Are the recent threats still troubling you?" Bianca hesitated to bring them up less she make the Empress more upset than she was.
She sighed "I don't know why. Maybe it's paranoia but I don't know....Just you ever get the feeling of a bad omen just weigh on you?"
"I have. My advice to you, is to trust me that I have you back. Put it in the back of your mind and let me worry about it. I don't think there's any substantial threat here, our advisers were through in everything. I want you to enjoy and be yourself, Milady. This is a joyful occasion and you are the social butterfly who thrives from these."
Fine sported a smile that her trusted guard could talk a little sense into her. "Thank you, Bianca." Fine reached under her seat to pull a briefcase out, it was a stack of newly drafted legislative bills, budget allocations and other political documents to be signed or vetoed by her. Distracting herself until their arrival would be a good idea just to keep her mind wandering into dire places.
When the train reached it's final destination the two could disembark. The city was full of life as it would seem, with many excited about the festive event. The best aspect of Camelone was aesthetically it was quite a bit like Kuronami, an old-meets-new kind of ideal, bridging eras of the past with the modern in that distinctly old European style. Looking at her pocket watch, Bianca smiled "As I assured you, Milady, we're right on time." She showed the time to Her Majesty. "Enough time to get settled in and then find our way to the Cathedral."
"That's good. I'd hope to see it and wish my blessing and congratulations upon the family. But I suppose I fretted to much because I'm sure there's engagements afterword."
"It's a fine idea to be so cordial with our hosts, Milady. I'm sure you there will show your appreciation for them."
The Chuck wrote:St. Augustine University - Dulfwood - Camelone
Once the spring semester had come to a close at St. Augustine University, Jonathan McAllister decided to stick around in Camelone for part of the summer and explore other parts of the country. Once the semester had ended at St. Augustine's, Jonathan had moved out of the Clan Orestsson household and had rented a small apartment in Dulfwood. When he had moved, he left the milling machine he had used to keep his gunsmithing skills sharp with the Orestsson family and the farewell was tearful but he still saw the brothers and Mr. Orestsson here and there in town. One day, one of the brothers had mentioned the royal baptism in passing to Jonathan and it had intrigued him. As such, he had purchased a train ticket from Dulfwood to Cnoc na Teamhrach and was now sitting in a passenger car with the countryside zipping past.
As the wheels clicked and clacked over the hard metal rails, Jonathan's attention was focused on polishing an incomplete shotgun receiver that was part of a broken down shotgun that he had left in the Orestsson barn. On the table in front of him, there was a small engraving kit that he had tossed in his luggage so that he could continue to work on this artistic piece of metal. With skilled hands he occasionally would pick up the small little mallet and burin and time his marks in between the clack of the wheels and rails. It was a matter of hours before he would reach Cnoc na Teamhrach and he hoped that he would be able to finish this portion of his project before he arrived.
Icadias wrote:Local Airport
As their private aircraft finally touched down as expected, the door was brought open mechanically, with infront of them, stood several armed guards waiting patiently to receive them.Though the sound of the aircraft touching dow was loud, it luckily didn't woke the royal couple's eldest daughter, still asleep while clinging on to her mother."Looks like we're here!", exclaims Prince Michael as they set their first few steps onto the ground.After exchanging salutes and walking pass by the guards, "The warm welcome welcome here looks plausible enough, sweety", "Indeed, I'm already starting to like the hospitality", expressed the Queen.Soon enough, they were sat in a specially designated carriage that would take them around for the trip.
"To the hotel, sir", commanded him."Well Katy, I'm just curious.I wonder how your precious little sisteris going to act when she finds out you're actually away since we got engaged on April?", asked Michael daringly."Michael, she will be fine.She will probably cry a little because she misses her big sister, but she's 19 already, not 9", remarked Catherine.Though what she said was true, she herself could not stop thinking for a second about her own family back home.In her mind, she could playfully imagine Juliana being depressed over her 2 months absence.She could feel it already.
"She'll call me soon enough.That little girl, loves me very much", smirks her in her thoughts.On the journey there, they were able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of their surroundings though Madeline, their youngest and 2nd daughter would throw a minor tantrum because its taking too long for her.
Etat Unitaire Francais wrote:Place de la Bourse, Bordeaux
Joseph Randon peered out of a circular window from his office, and looked out at the Miroir d'eau, as well as busy citizens on their way to work. The annoying noises of car horns irritated him, and he shut the blinds. The governor turned and sat into his chair with a sigh. He threw his gloves into his kepi, and placed them on a corner of his desk. As with every morning, Randon, who was governor of the French province of Aquitaine, began his work with going over documents in a folder. He opened said folder, and got to work. He shifted through the generic papers and bills, but something caught his eye. The paper had a coat of arms on it that was unrecognizable to Randon, and he continued to examine it. It was an invitation to a baptismal ceremony for royalty, in a foreign nation named Camelone. This perplexed the governor, and he pressed a button on his desk, which would notify one of his secretaries. Almost immediately a young officer in uniform entered the spacious room, and saluted Randon, then stood at attention.
"You rang, sir?" The officer turned secretary stood at attention, eagerly waiting for a response.
"Thats right. I want to know how some invitation for a baptism of foreign royalty got into my papers." Randon took of his reading glasses and picked up the invitation, while pointing to it at the same time.
"Oh yes, I assure you sir, that paper is indeed intended for you. It arrived from Paris along with the rest of your papers not too long ago."
Randon furrowed his brow and grunted. "Last time I checked, I'm not some diplomat. Why would a governor be assigned to go to some baptism?" He appeared to be angry. "Besides, I'm busy running a province here! I just can't drop everything and go to some foreign nation for some ceremony whose occasion I know little about. I've never even been to Camelone, either!" The officer gulped, but remained undeterred.
"I received a memo from Paris along with the invitation, saying that Governor Randon is to depart immediately to Camelone and attend a royal baptism in one of their cities. The same memo was supposed to be in your folder."
After nervously shifting through the rest of his papers, Randon found a small note, which was indeed the same memo the secretary just informed him about. "Well...uh, it was just so small, I guess I'll have to like a little closer at my papers next time, eh? You'd think I'd be better at this sort of thing, but I guess not. My vision is clearly not what it used to be!"
The young officer bellowed with fake laughter. After an awkward pause, he continued. "Well, governor, I have made all the arrangements. You are to catch a plane for Camelone at 8:40, and should arrive at Cnoc na Teamhrach airport at no less than 11:00. You should then be informed about the ceremonies there."
"Well then, thank you. I am sorry for the mix-up, soldier." He then dismissed the officer, who promptly left the office. The governor, after about an hour of work, hopped into his staff car and headed to the Bordeaux–Mérignac airport. His private jet did indeed take off at 8:40 am, right on schedule. Randon wore his heavy officer's overcoat, which had his four stars emblazoned on its sleeves, alike his uniform. He, as was customary for all French generals, wore the typical kepi. The governor also wore a white armband, with two red hearts and an image of St. Joan of Arc embroidered onto it. Said armband signified that he was a member of the ruling French political party, the Catholic League. Inside the jet rode a squad of elite Milice riflemen, who wore dark blue uniforms and were adorned with Adrian helmets. They all carried old Lebel rifles, which were mostly ceremonial. These bodyguards also carried concealed knives and pistols, as well FAMAS assault rifles slung over their left shoulders. The governor sat alone, isolated from the guards, rubbing his chin. He did not what to expect, nor did he know why he was specifically sent to a ceremony in a foreign nation he'd never been to. Nonetheless, he enjoyed getting out of his burdensome office for a chance, and was at least a little excited for the celebrations ahead.
The Frozen Forest wrote:July 10th, 2019
Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach
The Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach was beautiful, with its paintings and stained glass windows. It was jarring to see how militaristic the exterior was when compared to the dedicated and pious interior-but one could say that same thing about the nation of Camelone as a whole. With it's strong walls and the unusual priests gathered about, No better place could have been found for a baptism-apart from maybe Lake Reyksey in The Frozen Forest. At least that was the opinion of Queen Freja of Camelone, born as a member of the House of Bjork and brought into the House of Ui-Krieger by marriage to the High King of Camelone, Frederick. The Cathedral would be the place where her first children would be baptized. Little Ludwig and Ailish Ui-Krieger, the former of which destined to one day be High King of Camelone after his father. They made her heart swell with pride.
"You are my greatest fish Freja. Thank you for everything." Freja heard the familiar voice of her husband beside her. He spoke in her native Frozen Forestrian, though he didn't have quite the grasp that he thought he had. Granted he was much more fluent than he had been almost a year prior. Mixing up the words "fish" and "blessing" wasn't entirely uncommon among those learning the language. She knew enough to know what he was trying to say and made no mention of it. She turned towards him and spoke softly in Camelonean Gaelic. "Our children are my greatest blessing, but you are a close second." Freja smiled teasingly, her eyes drifting down to their children.
People would be passing them before long, to see the High King-His Wife and their children. The thought made her anxious-maternal instincts kicking in to tell her to hide her babies from the limelight. Of course that wouldn't do, but the feeling lingered. Since she had first come to Camelone, Freja had learned and adapted and could be called a proper Camelonean Queen. Unlike her husband with his Frozen Forestrian, she was able to practice her Camelonean Gaelic every day and was by now, more or less fluent. The Apostolic Catholic Church, once unfamiliar when compared to her Catholic Church, seemed less strange now that she had begun to attend mass in Camelone. Her conversion to the Faith was accompanied by a new staff of people to serve her. Her maidservant, Caitlin MacUirigh had been the most pleasant of them. Even in her home country, she had never met someone who was so happy and cheerful. The girl was scantly 18, and had been her closest friend since coming to Camelone. Alongside her was another constant-her bodyguard. Adhamh Ciarach had been in her service since about three months after she became pregnant, at her own insistence. Freja didn't like him particularly well, but he was good at his job.
"Our children are beautiful, aren't they?" Freja whispered to Frederick while looking down at Ludwig and Ailish.
Cnoc na Teamhrach Airport
Two planes with the flag of The Frozen Forest emblazoned on their flanks arrived at the Cnoc na Teamhrach Airport. The first was a private jet, expensive but seemingly older. From it departed three men of the House of Bjork, along with their entourage of 12 Bodyguards, 6 Maidservants, 3 Butlers, 2 Animal Handlers and a single official from the Communist Party. Departing from the second plane were workers carrying all manners of objects-gifts for the Royal Family of Camelone. The men carrying them were not part of the Royal Household and would be dismissed after the gifts were presented at the scheduled feast.
The three men strolled along the tarmac, allowing the workers to set about unloading their luggage and the gifts and anything else that was to be moved. The oldest wore a fine suit and had a huge white beard. He looked to be too old for his shoes, on the verge of infirmity. King Alvor of The Frozen Forest was making what could potentially be his last trip to Camelone. His time was coming and he knew it, so he counted his blessings that he was able to be in Camelone to see the baptism of his first grandchildren. As King Alvor clambored into a carriage, he was followed by a man with white hair but an air of relative youth about him. The Crown Prince, Ivan Bjork. He wore a suit less fine than his father's, but made up for it in his bright smile and cheerful disposition. Finally came Prince Ari, second in line for the throne and someone who could boast that they had once jousted against Ingeld Thorgeist, heir to the House of Thorgeist.
As the carriage pulled along towards their hotel, the men began to banter. "I almost thought you wouldn't be able to get into this thing, old man" Ari said, jeering at King Alvor who spat back a "I'm as strong as an ox." Their destination was a Tavern in the city that they had rented out entirely, with just enough room for the men and their entourage. They would stop there and check in with the inkeeper, then proceed to the Church, where the King and Queen were waiting.
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by Haring Bayang Katagalugan » Mon Jun 10, 2019 2:39 am
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by Kuronami » Mon Jun 10, 2019 10:13 am
Camelone wrote:Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
Greeting the Kuronami delegation was a squad of Patriarch Guards in their grey uniforms, grey trousers with a gold trim on the pant legs with a grey military jacket neatly tucked into their trousers, a white cape over their left shoulders emblazoned with the crest of the Apostolic Catholic Church, and a simple black kepi on their head. At their side hung a club and pistol with which their hands casually rested on as they made sure to keep a respectful perimeter. Leading the squad was a monk from the Brandnite orders, the sides of his head were shaved leaving only something that looked like a mohawk which turned into a ponytail of sorts in the back. The monk was a large burly man with a long beard neatly groomed, a stout iron cross hung around his neck and stood out compared to his simple black cassock which gracefully glided along the ground.
"Your Imperial Majesty?" The monk asked with a deep bow. "We have been ordered to escort you to the Cathedral if you would permit us. It would be a great honor. I am Brother Seraphim by the way, excuse me for forgetting to lead with that necessary information." Seraphim ended with a little chuckle as he righted his back once more. All around the Cameloneans moved about but even through this shuffling and pushing they were kept far away from the Kuronami Empress by a few other of the Patriarch Guards.
by Camelone » Mon Jun 10, 2019 12:25 pm
The Frozen Forest wrote:Cnoc na Teamhrach Cathedral
Queen Freja nodded at Frederick. "I understand what you mean. You may only if i can do the same." She looked down to her children. Prince Ludwig was the spitting image of his father, even at so young an age the resemblance was undeniable. She thought back to her travels, back when she was the Princess of The Frozen Forest. She had seen many families and many mothers-then she couldn't have understood what she felt now. The love a mother could feel for her children-she knew it was far stronger than anything she could have imagined before.
Her thoughts were interrupted as a huge, burly man came before her. He had a beard that reached down to his chest and arms as thick as watermelons. Iàcob MacGaradh! She hadn't seen him since her first visit to Camelone, when she was first courting Frederick. She had defeated him in an arm-wrestling match at the Hraun Tavern-seeing him again took her aback. Looking at him again, she wondered if he had let her win back then, she doubted she had actually beat someone so strong. Iàcob would give Frederick a challenge. "Iàcob. It's so nice to see you. What are you doing in here?"
"Well look at you! Who taught you to speak Camelonean Gaelic? I was a bannerman of one of the Nobles here, he said i could come in and see you and the King and your little ones before i head back to the Tavern." Iàcob peered down at the Prince and Princess, his face awash with emotion. "They look just like their father, especially the Prince. You must be one proud mother? I ought to get moving now, so that the others can see you. Take care my Queen." Iàcob moved along to Frederick and then out of the Cathedral. Over the course of the next hour she would meet many people that she didn't know, but who belonged to Houses that she was familiar with.
Cnoc na Teamhrach
Sitting in the carriage with a monk and guards outside protecting them, the three Bjork's gradually settled. King Alvor was fighting sleep-he slept a lot in his old age-while the Crown Prince looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought. The youngest, Prince Ari, was working at a piece of wood with a knife. He was carving what looked to be a seal, not seeming to care that he was getting slices of wood all over the carriage floor.
"Are you two ever going to get married?" King Alvor pondered aloud, bluntly, looking at his two boys. He was met by silence and a look from the Gillisaite Monk. "I have lived been King for more years than you were alive, and i've been looking forwards to the day my sons have children of their own. To think that Freja of all people would have kids first." Ivan looked at the King hesitantly, as though lost for words. Ari seemed unconcerned-then again he was only just going into his 20's and still had plenty of time to pick a suitor for himself. His father's frustrations were more so directed at Ivan, who needed to have kids more than Ari did.
"When i find the right girl. I don't want to rush marriage. Besides, everyone the family has tried to pair me with has been a snob from one of the Noble Families. I want to love the woman i marry." Ivan said.
King Alvor met Ivan's eyes. He looked weary and fragile, more fragile than his children had ever seen him. He was half the man he was three months ago. "I don't have long, Ivan. I'm going to die and then you're going to be King-except that there will be challengers to you're claim on the throne. That's only made worse by the fact that you are still unwed at the age of 29. You need to be able to...to stand up and say to the people of our country that you are the King, and this is my Queen, and when i die, our child will come to the throne. I swear by Christ and The White Lady that if you don't find a spouse-a suitable spouse soon, i'm going to arrange for a marriage myself. Now-that girl from from Isafjor. Maria of House Torp, has been trying to get your attention for months. What's so wrong with her? Hm?"
"You can't be serious! Father, Maria? She's one of the most pompous people i've ever met. All she's interested in is pedigree and legacy."
"Maybe if you were more concerned about those things yourself, i would have grandchildren that would actually grow up to be Frozen Forestrians. I have raised three children, i will not die to only see the birth of two grandchildren. Either find a suitor for yourself or i will." King Alvor opened the carriage door and slipped out.
The Cathedral was massive and looked more like a castle than a place of worship. Ari took no notice but Ivan stopped to look at the huge structure. Admiring it and understanding it to be something that he would never get used to. The architecture of Camelone, its people and its culture. He would have to, the nation he was standing in happened to have become one of The Frozen Forest's most important allies. He followed after his brother and father as they came through the Cathedral doors.
Raven corps wrote:Aboard the private aircraft of Colderon Jason Zion
You know father, you really shouldn't be surprised I found out and tagged along. Azuala controls the finances and I control personnel, someone was bound to notice you leaving. Besides this gives my a wonderful chance to do some shopping while you attend to some stuffy old christening for a child we don't even know. mentioned Alizee Zion as she methodically filed at one of her fingernails inspection it every so often attempting to making it as perfect as possible. A futile attempt as far as her father was concerned as she undoubtedly would just go to a stylist and have them done professionally, but it made her happy so why bother saying anythings about it.
I wasn't surprised... I was annoyed. There's a difference I assure you. said Colderon as he continued to read from his newspaper with his cigar and scotch sitting on the table next to him. Alizee smirked but didn't reply immediately, instead she waved over a server and took a glass of wine instead and took a sip licking off a drop from her lower lip then she spoke up.Have you heard from Azuala? I heard South Reinklistan is getting pretty tense.... Half a Garrison was ordered to the region on Aegies' orders. He caused me quite a headache with all of the paperwork for personnel transfers.
Again Colderon's response came without motion or eye contact. You shouldn't worry about your sister. She's quite capable, and she indeed has Aegies there to protect her. I'm sure this demonstrative force we are deploying will be suitable to the client to show the power we can field for the correct price. Colderon folded the paper and took the scotch in his hand and let the swirling amber liquid hold his intense silver eyed gaze. If it isn't enough, there's always the second option since the forces will already be in the area.
As the two sat in silence a voice came over the intercom of the aircraft.
Attention! Now on final approach to Camelone's Cnoc na Teamhrach International Airport. We should be landing soon and you are requsted to fasten your saftey belts during the landing.
Colderon glanced up at the sound of the intercom and complied with the requested giving Alizee a cold stare until she did as well.
In the cockpit two CSS trooper pilots where busy making final checks to the aircraft before getting permission and landing instructions.
Cross winds?- Minimal adjustment-Calibrated... Flaps and fins? All testing green. Engine control for reverse thrust braking? All tests green Landing gears? All test green.
The two pilots gave each other a thumbs up before the lead jumped on to the radio and contacted air traffic control.
Camelone Actual, Camelone Actual this is Raven Corporation aircraft designate KK-RC001. C.O. is Kornosia- We have 7 total souls on board two to depart. Requesting runway authorization and hanger access for secured disembarking.
The Camelone A.T.C. promptly responded. Roger KK-RC001 Runway is clear on lane 4 after landing take lane 4 to approach lane 5 to designated hanger. Welcome to Camelone.
As the aircraft descended and touched down Alizee looked out the window and got a little giddy. It was a fine country with many fine shops for her to spend money at. As the aircraft taxied into the hanger a traditional motorcade was present- likely her for them. Alizee... we are guests here. If I hear of any trouble you caused you will regret it. Alizee's normaly shipper smile faded into a serious expressionless face. Loud and clear. as he father passed she gave a slight bow and followed behind him as he stepped out from the aircraft to greet the delegations below.
Icadias wrote:As the nobleman rises up again, Prince Michael showed an easy sign of approval."My pleasure, Lord Finkellson", said the prince humbly.Next, the Queen moved herself forward to speak."Lord Finkellson, I believe our little daughters would need some time to rest upon arrival.We'll head to our room for now, and on behalf of my family, I thank you for the warm welcome and the help your men are ready to provide".With that, several assistants of the hotel were summoned to help them carry their things to their respective room.As they were about to start moving towards their destination, Michael turned his head sideways and whispered to the Queen.Though she showed a bit of disapproval at the start, she finally agreed.Minutes passed, and they finally reached the front door of their room.Prince Michael then turns to his wife for approval and later to Lord Finkellson, "Well sir, I'm sorry but I will have to excuse myself for a moment".Before going, Michael cautiously puts his daughter Madeline, who is wide awake on Catherine's arms unlike her sister Catherine who is somehow still asleep.
Haring Bayang Katagalugan wrote: July 10, 2019 | Skies of Camelone...
It was a relief that he can finally take a break from all the abundance of stress, intense work, and especially the heat. He can experience once again the cold breeze of the European weather rather then the tropical heat of Haring Bayang Katagalugan. It was all almost perfect enough for it to be a vacation for Supremo Cuerpo to let go of all worries, but there are still things that bother him and most importantly, his bodyguards.
"Kailangan mo ba talaga pumunta Supremo? Dilikado po eh" asked one of Supremo Cuerpo's bodyguard.
(Translation: Do you really have to go Supremo? It's dangerous sir.)
Supremo Cuerpo smiled at the bodyguard and replied...
"Eh may magagawa pa ba tayo? Nan dito na tayo. Wag ka mag alala, walang masama mangyayari. "
(Translation: Is there anything we could do now? We're already here. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen.)
Even though he said that to his bodyguard to insure him that things will all go well, he was also worried as well. He knew these people he would meet, the royal families and etc., wouldn't look at him with a positive view due to him being a leader of a socialist country and a communist party, but that shouldn't discourage him. He knew that this was a chance to give his nation a better image of itself to foreign nations. Haring Bayang Katagalugan is not some backward country. It was a nation proud of its history and the will of everyone to help each other with great education and healthcare.
"Supremo" called the bodyguard.
"Nandito na po tayo"
(Translation: We're here)
Supremo Cuerpo peered through the plane's window and saw the city form above. It was a magnificent sight. The streets could be seen filled with people cheering and celebrating the royal baptism. Even from the plane you can see the joy the people are experiencing. The sight was enough to make the Supremo excited for the baptism. As soon as plane landed at Cnoc na Teamhrach International Airport, his body guards began their protocol to insure that the delegations where there and all is safe for the Supremo to exit the plane.
"Ok na po Supremo!" said the bodyguard.
(Translation: Its ok now Supremo!)
As Supremo Cuerpo, in his military uniform, walked to the exit of the plane, he stopped. He took a deep breath for a few seconds to feel the breeze, he gave a salute to the delegation as he continued to walk down the stairs, smiled, offered his hand for a handshake, and said...
"It's a wonderful day isn't it kaibigan?"
(Translation: It's a wonderful day isn't it friend?)
OOC: The gifts are animals, 2 baby Tarsiers. So where do I put them? Do I give them to the delegation or??
Kuronami wrote:Camelone wrote:Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
Greeting the Kuronami delegation was a squad of Patriarch Guards in their grey uniforms, grey trousers with a gold trim on the pant legs with a grey military jacket neatly tucked into their trousers, a white cape over their left shoulders emblazoned with the crest of the Apostolic Catholic Church, and a simple black kepi on their head. At their side hung a club and pistol with which their hands casually rested on as they made sure to keep a respectful perimeter. Leading the squad was a monk from the Brandnite orders, the sides of his head were shaved leaving only something that looked like a mohawk which turned into a ponytail of sorts in the back. The monk was a large burly man with a long beard neatly groomed, a stout iron cross hung around his neck and stood out compared to his simple black cassock which gracefully glided along the ground.
"Your Imperial Majesty?" The monk asked with a deep bow. "We have been ordered to escort you to the Cathedral if you would permit us. It would be a great honor. I am Brother Seraphim by the way, excuse me for forgetting to lead with that necessary information." Seraphim ended with a little chuckle as he righted his back once more. All around the Cameloneans moved about but even through this shuffling and pushing they were kept far away from the Kuronami Empress by a few other of the Patriarch Guards.
"Brother, how nice it is to meet you." Fine greeted "Thank you kindly for the escort, I'd be glad to have you as my guide. And this is Bianca Redford she's my guard." She introduced and Bianca gave a small nod of acknowledgement.
by Danceria » Mon Jun 10, 2019 6:02 pm
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Nuremberg International Airport
The fun part about being an absolute monarch, or one of the relatives of one, is that you're one of the few people in the world that can deploy troops to tell tabloid reporters to fuck off.
In this case, those troops were a 10-man squad from the 1. Chevaulegersregiment "Kaiser Nikolaus von Russland". Although long a 'light cavalry' regiment, in truth, in this day and age the light cavalry was often indistinguishable in weapons and tactics from their counterparts in the infantry. In fact, the only distinguishing feature was the 30-man squadron of no-shit cavalry(yes, on horses) that the regiment still maintained, and the presence of sabres in some formal dress uniforms.
Of course, this was all far from the mind of Irene von Wittelsbach. Currently her mind was churning over a different problem-how to ensure that the funds procured for the nascent Bavarian Navy(really a Coast Guard that had recently come into possession of 2 guided missile destroyers, but hey) were not wasted. The Bundesrepublik was, understandably, not happy about one of it's former states breaking away, overthrowing it's democratic government, and replacing it with a monarchy, and so the development of a navy-both a blue-water one to tie down the BDR's admittedly modest naval assets, and a brown-water one to support operations along the Danube in case of a war between Prussia-Poland and Germany.
Training. she decided. Yes, that was it. The navy had, for now, enough assets to sting the Germans-it was simply a question of using them well.
A tug at her arm broke her out of her thoughts. "Irene?"
She turned to see what was, for all intents and purposes, almost mirror-image of herself, except with green eyes, and younger. Much younger.
"Erika?" she responded. "You alright?"
The younger girl was silent for a little. "...is the food on planes as bad as they say it is?"
This drew a chuckle. "Well, it's not terrible. But then again, it could be better...not much different from MREs, to be honest..."
This seemed to satisfy Erika, and as they passed through the airport and boarded their plane, the two girls sank back into their own thoughts-Irene of policy and politics, and Erika of seeing her father again.
Within the hour, the 747 that was taking them to Camelone took off.
OOC: Not exactly my best writing, but it'll do, I suppose. Waiting for Danceria to post before I go in.
by The Frozen Forest » Mon Jun 10, 2019 8:42 pm
by Terfelia » Tue Jun 11, 2019 4:00 am
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Tue Jun 11, 2019 8:29 am
Danceria wrote:Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Nuremberg International Airport
The fun part about being an absolute monarch, or one of the relatives of one, is that you're one of the few people in the world that can deploy troops to tell tabloid reporters to fuck off.
In this case, those troops were a 10-man squad from the 1. Chevaulegersregiment "Kaiser Nikolaus von Russland". Although long a 'light cavalry' regiment, in truth, in this day and age the light cavalry was often indistinguishable in weapons and tactics from their counterparts in the infantry. In fact, the only distinguishing feature was the 30-man squadron of no-shit cavalry(yes, on horses) that the regiment still maintained, and the presence of sabres in some formal dress uniforms.
Of course, this was all far from the mind of Irene von Wittelsbach. Currently her mind was churning over a different problem-how to ensure that the funds procured for the nascent Bavarian Navy(really a Coast Guard that had recently come into possession of 2 guided missile destroyers, but hey) were not wasted. The Bundesrepublik was, understandably, not happy about one of it's former states breaking away, overthrowing it's democratic government, and replacing it with a monarchy, and so the development of a navy-both a blue-water one to tie down the BDR's admittedly modest naval assets, and a brown-water one to support operations along the Danube in case of a war between Prussia-Poland and Germany.
Training. she decided. Yes, that was it. The navy had, for now, enough assets to sting the Germans-it was simply a question of using them well.
A tug at her arm broke her out of her thoughts. "Irene?"
She turned to see what was, for all intents and purposes, almost mirror-image of herself, except with green eyes, and younger. Much younger.
"Erika?" she responded. "You alright?"
The younger girl was silent for a little. "...is the food on planes as bad as they say it is?"
This drew a chuckle. "Well, it's not terrible. But then again, it could be better...not much different from MREs, to be honest..."
This seemed to satisfy Erika, and as they passed through the airport and boarded their plane, the two girls sank back into their own thoughts-Irene of policy and politics, and Erika of seeing her father again.
Within the hour, the 747 that was taking them to Camelone took off.
OOC: Not exactly my best writing, but it'll do, I suppose. Waiting for Danceria to post before I go in.
The father in question would arrive quicker than previously thought, for a silver haired man would smile and stride over to the two blondes after a terse discussion with the two Vanguardians that Erika had come to acquaint herself with during her stay in Yggdrasilia. “Erika!” the Dancerian King smiled, “How’s my baby girl?” he would begin to embrace the younger of the two, smiling at the older. “Good to meet you, Princess. Hope I'm not too late for the flight...”
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Camelone wrote:Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
"A pleasure to meet you both." Brother Seraphim said earnestly with a kind smile directed towards Bianca. "If you would follow me please we can depart at once to the cathedral. If you have any questions about anything you see please feel free to ask me for I am here at your service in the name of High King Cyneric II and the most virtuous Patriarch." He continued before he turned and began to leave the train station the Patriarch Guards forming a moving perimeter to escort the Empress out of the train station and others dispatched to grab their luggage.
Outside the train station was their ride, a simple automobile with a few motorcycles around it which the Patriarch Guards mounted. Brother Seraphim held the vehicles door open to allow the two inside.
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