The Montreal Winter Ball [IC|OPEN|ALL TECH]

[The Gristolian Imperium]

The Emerald Earl, December 14th, Mid Evening
Quartier des Spectacles, Montréal, New Québec
Lobby of Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts

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"Dmitri Rasputin, Vozhd of the Federal Bureaucracy of Yegla Islands, at your service. Though in truth, I doubt you will have heard of me or the nation I represent. We are from... quite a ways away. And no, you don't stand out quite as much as you think. But there is a certain quality to the locals, some visual distinction that you lack. That we all lack. It's simply one of those things one tends to pick up while travelling. And indeed, your style of dress is somewhat distinct from local fashion."

As Rasputin spoke, the young lord took a moment to be present in the moment. The buzz of conversation, the former attire, the subtle scent of cologne, and the presence of power. In this diverse group of characters alone, three of the men governed a country. And, beyond them, the rich and mighty led a sort of dance through words. Each person, Ed reflected, was an opportunity to gaze into a different world and learn something new. Perhaps, that was why his father was also such an extrovert, and why now, gaining much of the same habits of his father, he also gained this perspective in life.

Lord Ed, not holding back to joke at his own false sense of vanity, remarked, "In that case, I will wear my distinctiveness as a mark of pride!" Letting a moment pass, the Earl finishing his champagne, in flawless motion handed off the glass to a waiter and swiped another one. Motioning his glass as if an extension of his hand, he continued, "Now, I must beg Dmitri, if I may address you so informally, that you do not be so humble about the Yegla Islands. Though," Lord Ed shrugged, "you are right I have never heard of the place. Tell me more of the place, if you would be so kind."

Shawn repiled: "Never heared of it? Allow me to introduce my country then. The Commonwealth of Skyhooked is a semi-anarchist confederation of different cities, factions, syndicates, corporations and so on, united by common law and ideology. We are situated in the Caribbeans and may the semi-anarchy part not scare you. We are a well functioning and developed country with strong economy and cutting edge technologies. Our capital is Skyhooked city, and our hottest tourist spot in New Sodom. If you want to know more, please feel free to ask.

And by the way, could you please tell me more about Gristolian Imperium? From all I've heared, it would be an interesting place to explore. However, most things I know are the mere rumors about history... and possibly even fiction. Like there are claims, that there was some sort of "Outsider" deity. And that there was some specie of whales, that produced highly unstable oil. However, rumors and fiction is not a reliable source of information, mildly put."

"Semi-anarchist? How exotic," the Earl stated, clearly curious. "I am sure it makes the Caribbean even more diverse!" Chuckling to himself, he noticed no one else followed his mood. Was it the champagne? Impossible.

"Oh, yes. The Gristolian Imperium is a fine nation," Lord Ed remarked as he took a sip of his drink. "Your information is more fact than fiction. Firstly, the Outsider is something we believe in. According to the Abbey of the Everyman, the domineering religious body in the Isles, he is the source of all chaos in the world. Only the discipline of the Abbey, putting order and higher morality first, will stop us from spending an eternity of pain in the Void," the Earl said, rolling his eyes at the end of his statement. "And, the whales, a special breed native of the Great Eastern Ocean, do produce a unique kind of natural oil. Without it, I dare say, the King of Gristol would only be ruling over some small fishing villages! Though, as you remarked, it is quite an unstable substance and it has decline in use as it was replaced by petroleum, like most of the modern world."

[Yegla Islands]

December 14th
Mid Evening
Quartier des Spectacles, Montréal, New Québec
Lobby of Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts

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Dmitri Rasputin & co.

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As Rasputin spoke, the young lord took a moment to be present in the moment. The buzz of conversation, the former attire, the subtle scent of cologne, and the presence of power. In this diverse group of characters alone, three of the men governed a country. And, beyond them, the rich and mighty led a sort of dance through words. Each person, Ed reflected, was an opportunity to gaze into a different world and learn something new. Perhaps, that was why his father was also such an extrovert, and why now, gaining much of the same habits of his father, he also gained this perspective in life.

Lord Ed, not holding back to joke at his own false sense of vanity, remarked, "In that case, I will wear my distinctiveness as a mark of pride!" Letting a moment pass, the Earl finishing his champagne, in flawless motion handed off the glass to a waiter and swiped another one. Motioning his glass as if an extension of his hand, he continued, "Now, I must beg Dmitri, if I may address you so informally, that you do not be so humble about the Yegla Islands. Though," Lord Ed shrugged, "you are right I have never heard of the place. Tell me more of the place, if you would be so kind."

Rasputin shrugged in response to Ed's query.

"When asked in such general terms, there are a great many things I could tell. But I doubt anyone here has the time nor the inclination to listen to me droning on for hours on end. The basics, then. The Islands are... perhaps somewhat larger than one would be accustomed to here. Home to around six billion, stretching over thousands of kilometers' worth of archipelago - though the industrial concerns and population centers are largely concentrated around a primary cluster of seven central isles. It is also a remarkably young nation - not even a century since its founding, as of yet. Make no mistake, the land itself is ancient - empires had squabbled over it since practically the dawn of organized naval warfare. Resource wars, attempts at colonization. At unification. Not a single one lasted more than a few decades - I suppose we can pride ourselves on outlasting them all, to date. And on the international stage, we are a peacekeeper, of sorts. A superpower, insomuch as such terms apply to our rather... colourful setting. We are not moved to action easily, but our actions speak with considerable volume. And a de-factor stranglehold on the world's oceans certainly helps. I suppose it is somewhat uncharacteristic for me to be here, and yet political isolationism can only get one so far."

He listened curiously as the Earl pointed out a few choice details on his own nation to Shawn.

"Curious. Not a faith I had previously been aware of, certainly. If I may ask - how integral are such things, and matters of the... spirit in general, to the runnings of the Imperium?"

There was a little more to the query than simple creativity, of course. Theocrats tended to frown on state atheism, and the decades-old Yeglan habit of functionally ignoring religious matters in their entirety from a governmental standpoint would be sure to ruffle some overzealous feathers, should he bring it up.

[A l b i o n]

Saturday 14^th December
Aéroport International Pierre-Trudeau de Montréal,
Montréal, New Québec State

Imperātrix Aatoria,
& Her Guards

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Twas the 14^th December in the middle of the evening, the skies were dark and largely cloudy, the moonlight illuminating the still bustling city of Montréal. Not long ago a private aeroplane belonging to the imperial family of Albion touched down upon the runway of Montréal Airport, and was now offloading its most important passengers and their luggage before it was to be refuelled and flown back to its home country. Her Most Augustness Artoria "The Just", Imperātrix of the Romans, stared across the runways of the airport, the moonlight gleaming off Caledfwlch at her side. She was dressed in formal Roman military dress of Albionic design, incorporating native Celtic design with aesthetics derived from the days of Latin Rome, her hair done up in a bun, with a light laurel crown sat upon her head, and a white cape made of wolf’s fur attached to her shoulders, ending at her mid thigh.. Albion’s representative and most esteemed guest at Montréal found herself somewhat tired, though she steeled herself and awaited her and entourage’s transportation. Behind Artoria stood two Prætorian Guards of the 1^st Household Division, one English and another Celtic, both men, garbed in their dress uniforms with batons at their side.

Artoria was brought out of her daydreaming by the arrival of her chauffeur, driving a black 6-door limousine into the collection area. It did not take awfully long for the limousine to be loaded up with the royal’s luggage, including Caledfwlch amid other things. Not before long it was time to be transported to the primary place of gathering for the leaders and VIPs attending the Winter Ball. Sat between her guards, Artoria silently stared out at the passing scenery when they left the airport, noting the architecture and culture she could spy from her seat. She had heard of the protests that came in response to the presence of international leaders and persons, but was not at all concerned for it. She was more cautious of the intentions and motives of the other persons of power that now stayed in Montréal. "We will be arriving soon, Your Most Augustness," spoke Artoria’s Celtic guard in Brittonic, whom was currently taking a final look at the map of the city. "Good. We are on schedule," came the royal’s reply in Latin, speaking in a strongly Brittonic-influenced Latin accent. The car continued its journey to the drop off point, no further words exchanged in the limousine.

Not long after their arrival in Montréal, the Albionic entourage arrived at Montréal City Hall and went about procuring the keys to their accommodation. Caledfwlch was once more at Artoria’s side, sheathed on her right. Shortly afterwards, Artoria’s English guard Æþelred temporarily split off from the royal to scout the surrounding area. Artoria’s paranoia had gotten the better of her, though she did not recall him until later. In the meantime, Artoria and her other guard went into the main area, to see what all the other visitors were doing there before retiring to bed.

[Slavisikaya]

Saturday, 14th December,
Aéroport International Pierre-Trudeau de Montréal,
Montréal, New Québec State

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It was getting dark as the Imperial Skyways airplane carrying the Empress had landed, it's paint using white, blue and gold, the national colors, and on it's tail the Trillum of the Kievan Rus', who were considered the first unificators of the Slavs. Anastasia herself was asleep, facing the plane's window. She had spent a day preparing for the event, and for the eventual outcome of it, the establishment of foreign relations, and a chance to "officially" visit another nation, without having to go through the hassle of creating a fake identity and passports. She was wearing her formal azure dress, a light metal frame holding it together. Besides her was a handgun she insisted on taking "just in case". Of course, she'd leave it in the plane, because she knew that it wouldn't be allowed at the ball.

As the plane landed, one of her guards poked her with the barrel of his AK-12.

"Ma'am, we're in Montreal. You can rest at the hotel." He said standing at attention.

"At ease." She said as she stood up, stretching and looking out the plane's window. "It's about time."

As the group composed of the Tsarina and her bodyguards got out of the plane, a rather inconspicuous, dark Mercedes pulled in front of them, in the driver seat being one of the staff of the Slavonian Embassy. He got out and saluted her, as the two guards in, she herself rushing to the car, and hurriedly sitting in and closing the door.

"Such treatment for a commanding officer." She smiled as the car began moving. They arrived at the City Hall in a few minutes, leaving the guards' weapons to the local security, and entering the ball room itself. The Empresses' guards split around the room, mostly staying on the upper levels of the hall. Anastasia herself analyzed the room roughly, thinking that there were a lot of people here. In the end, she sat at one of the tables, looking at the people around, as she read a guide on speaking French on her phone.

[Lux Pulchrae]

"That man looks...bummy." she whispered into Cleone's ear. "I doubt he leads anything more than a pack of dogs." she giggled, causing Cleone to fight a smile.

"The world is vast in its oddities. This is one of them." he responded to her. He turned to the two newcomers introducing himself in turn "Cleone d'Angeli IV, King of Lux Pulchrae." He thought at this point printing business cards would be much easier for him.

Shawn overheared that. Looks like whisper wasn't quiet enough, or it was intended to be overheared. He had a word about that: "I lead a herd of cats actually, but don't worry I ain't offended at all. We are all different, after all."

Cleone was surprised to hear Shawn's response "Those are quite strong ears you have Mister Bjornson and a man of languages I presume. And you are right, we are vastly different, that's why both of us were taken by utter surprise. Heads of state usually look more...refined, in my experience. I do not think Metallica is touring in Montreal this time of year, a bit too casual for a theater no?" he said, noting Shawn's attire.

"Oh, my manners." looking to Cecile "Mister Bjornson, allow me to introduce my fiance, Cecile Marie de Elise-Bourbon." the latter lightly bowed her head.

[Skyhooked]

"Semi-anarchist? How exotic," the Earl stated, clearly curious. "I am sure it makes the Caribbean even more diverse!" Chuckling to himself, he noticed no one else followed his mood. Was it the champagne? Impossible.

"Oh, yes. The Gristolian Imperium is a fine nation," Lord Ed remarked as he took a sip of his drink. "Your information is more fact than fiction. Firstly, the Outsider is something we believe in. According to the Abbey of the Everyman, the domineering religious body in the Isles, he is the source of all chaos in the world. Only the discipline of the Abbey, putting order and higher morality first, will stop us from spending an eternity of pain in the Void," the Earl said, rolling his eyes at the end of his statement. "And, the whales, a special breed native of the Great Eastern Ocean, do produce a unique kind of natural oil. Without it, I dare say, the King of Gristol would only be ruling over some small fishing villages! Though, as you remarked, it is quite an unstable substance and it has decline in use as it was replaced by petroleum, like most of the modern world."

Looks like Shawn became more interested in those faraway lands, as they could potentially provide Skyhooked with exotic and extremely useful items. He decided to ponder a little bit deeper and replied: "I guess, Abbey wouldn't be too popular in good ol' Skyhooked with it's Seven strictures, as those are it's main tenets and are enforced pretty radically. They might view other religions as a direct violation of second and seventh strictures... Lying Tongue and Errant Mind, or perhaps our warrior culture as violation of Restelss Hands stricture, and let's not get started on Wanton flesh and our more "liberal" understanding of such matters...

And about the volatile oil. I take it, that you still have it somewhere in reserves. Since it's so useful, could we purchase some of that blue substance? With a sample, we can artificially synthesize it, and possibly make it more stable. I also heared of that Sokolov's elixir... a medicine, created in times of Caldwin to combat the Rat plague, brought from Pandysia... well, at least on it's earlier stages, which also works as powerful regenerative. We have similar technology, if to be percise, a "Green Refresher stimpack", but your's is more impressive, as it was created with industrial age equipment. I would also like to accquire a sample of this, perhaps it could hint our scientists about solutions, they never thought of...

Either way, I think, we might later arrange the trade deal between Skyhooked and Gristol. We have several awesome hi-tech wares too. As for now, I know, this might not be a trivial offer, but how about we exchange trinkets to commemorate our first contact? It might be coins, maybe... some bone charm? I can offer one of those stimpaks, or maybe you would prefere one of our bullet necklaces?"-Shawn offers an autoinjector syringe with a slightly luminiscent liquid and a necklace with five 5.56 rounds on it.

[A l b i o n]

Saturday 14^th December
Central Court, Montréal, New Québec State

Imperātrix Aatoria,
& Her Guards

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Artoria and her accompanying Prætorian Guard left the main area to rendezvous with Æþelred, whom had finished his scouting of the area. They met in the Central Court by City Hall, forming a triangle and discussing observations in Latin, Albion’s lingua franca and primary government/administrative language. "I trust thou hast notified the local law enforcement of the weapons carried by thee, in addition to our own?" Artoria inquired plainly, her right hand resting on Caledfwlch’s pommel. Æþelred‘s and his colleague’s batons were strapped to their sides and their concealed pistols were hidden on their persons. It must have been an oddity to any passersby to see these individuals speaking an otherwise ecclesiastical language.
"I have, Your Most Augustness. The Québécois police forces know everything they need to know," Æþelred replied curtly with a bow of the head. He wore a face of indifference as he addressed his sovereign, though no disrespect was conveyed.
"Good. Let us search for the other VIPs. Perhaps we may meet someone of note or particular worth," spoke the Imperātrix, glancing around them shortly before they went off.

After some time of searching, the trio had arrived at the Quartier des Spectacles, specifically the Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts, where they spied some other persons. Artoria vaguely recognised some, though the rest were unknown to her. She skulked around, choosing to scout the lobby and study the others from afar. "Curious. I wonder why they are congregating here?" She spoke to herself mostly, but also to her guards, whom made no comment. They remained there, choosing to search for any bystanders who may be an interest to speak to, whether on the history of Montréal or anything else. Artoria’s knowledge of the French language will come in great handy should she require it.

[Skyhooked]

Cleone was surprised to hear Shawn's response "Those are quite strong ears you have Mister Bjornson and a man of languages I presume. And you are right, we are vastly different, that's why both of us were taken by utter surprise. Heads of state usually look more...refined, in my experience. I do not think Metallica is touring in Montreal this time of year, a bit too casual for a theater no?" he said, noting Shawn's attire.

"Oh, my manners." looking to Cecile "Mister Bjornson, allow me to introduce my fiance, Cecile Marie de Elise-Bourbon." the latter lightly bowed her head.

"Well, I am head of semi-anarchy, so... that gives me significantly bigger degree of liberty at my job. And yeah... this is our new culture, being more... "casual", heh! But don't worry, I have white tie fancy outfit for the main event, although, I'd look ridiculous in it..."-Shawn responds with some smile on his face. When Cleone introduces Cecile, he turns to her and decides to practice his charm once again. Deeply inside, he wants to see a surprised face, when some metalhead actually says some refined compliment.

-"Well met, m'lady Cecile Marie de Elise-Bourbon, I am Shawn Bjornson, leader of Skyhooked. I couldn't help, but notice, that with such an exquisite and elegant dress, highlighting the natural beauty, you would easily impress the hosts and guests on the oncoming Winter Ball, carrying yourself with confidence and grace."

[Espanos Nacionalistas]

Housing Hotel
Date: December 17th, 2019.

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After some time, the escort was found & Emir proceeded to leave. He spent some time wandering around the City primarily. He marvelled at all of the different sites to witness. Truly a beautiful city in his mind.

Nonetheless, he proceeded to the area designated as the Housing for Guests. He had one of his guards translate for him as he made small talk with the escort.

As the Hotel came within sight, Emir began to light up with excitement. The area looked simply amazing to him. He couldn't wait to get inside.

Once they parked, Emir immediately got out & proceeded inside the Hotel. His appearance was adapted to the cold weather: He wore a long Grey Trench Coat accompanied with matching Wool Gloves & matching suit pants in addition to a pair of Black Winter Boots. He went inside the Hotel wherein he was greeted by a secretary who promptly gave him the keys to his lodgings.

He proceeded to his room, his guards waiting downstairs for him. They knew that if they even so much as felt something was off they would start running up to the Emperor.

Once inside, Emir unpacked his bags. He looked around for his formal wear: A formal full dress military uniform adorned with varying medals & ribbons, a Cavalier hat, & more (link as I didn't wish to explain the other garments: https://cdn.britannica.com/18/145218-05 ... z-1911.jpg).

[The Gristolian Imperium]

The Emerald Earl, December 14th, Mid Evening
Quartier des Spectacles, Montréal, New Québec
Lobby of Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts

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"Home to around six billion, stretching over thousands of kilometers' worth of archipelago - though the industrial concerns and population centers are largely concentrated around a primary cluster of seven central isles. It is also a remarkably young nation - not even a century since its founding, as of yet."

Upon hearing this, Lord Ed could not imagine how casually Rasputin said six billion. The Isles, with only perhaps a little over a hundred million citizens, still seemed so crowded. How one could keep such a nation together was a mystery indeed. Void knows the Imperium struggled at times just to keep some islands united.

"Curious. Not a faith I had previously been aware of, certainly. If I may ask - how integral are such things, and matters of the... spirit in general, to the runnings of the Imperium?"

There was a little more to the query than simple creativity, of course. Theocrats tended to frown on state atheism, and the decades-old Yeglan habit of functionally ignoring religious matters in their entirety from a governmental standpoint would be sure to ruffle some overzealous feathers, should he bring it up.

Pausing for a few moments, the young lord gather his thoughts on how to explain the Abbey. Bluntly, it had on one hand lost power in state matters, but now held more power in the public sphere than ever before. In some areas of the Isles religious awakenings were taking place, and this only built upon the historic power of the Abbey. Lord Ed did not consider himself quite religious, like many aristocrats he knew, but to publicly admit this was still taboo.

"I would say the Abbey has limited direct influence in state affairs. While they hold some seats in the House of Lords and still exercise some unique privileges, the Imperium is not a theocracy. Though, being a geographically isolated nation, as I am sure the Yegla Islands can relate, the culture of the Isle was formed quite different than other parts of the world. The Abbey, following long standing theological trends, has a special place for many within the identity of any citizen."

Taking a sip of his drink and listening to others speak, the Earl eventually followed up, "And, how about in the Yegla Islands? Do the people follow a major religion?"

"I guess, Abbey wouldn't be too popular in good ol' Skyhooked with it's Seven strictures, as those are it's main tenets and are enforced pretty radically. They might view other religions as a direct violation of second and seventh strictures... Lying Tongue and Errant Mind, or perhaps our warrior culture as violation of Restelss Hands stricture, and let's not get started on Wanton flesh and our more "liberal" understanding of such matters..."

"I am impressed," stated the young lord as he turned back towards the Leader of Skyhooked. "Most foreigners are barely antiquated with the Seven Strictures. Though, I must note, the Abbey in some ways has become a bit more tolerant of foreign...differences."

"And about the volatile oil. I take it, that you still have it somewhere in reserves. Since it's so useful, could we purchase some of that blue substance? With a sample, we can artificially synthesize it, and possibly make it more stable. I also heared of that Sokolov's elixir... a medicine, created in times of Caldwin to combat the Rat plague, brought from Pandysia... well, at least on it's earlier stages, which also works as powerful regenerative. We have similar technology, if to be percise, a "Green Refresher stimpack", but your's is more impressive, as it was created with industrial age equipment. I would also like to accquire a sample of this, perhaps it could hint our scientists about solutions, they never thought of... "

"Well, whale oil is still used in some parts of the country for some older pieces of technology. I believe, and this is some fact I heard a while ago, that maybe less than five percent of the Isles still uses whale oil. Thanks to modern whaling advances, which focus more on harvesting meat than oil, the market price has historically been dropping." Lord Ed paused a moment to breath. While he had been abroad before, he was not use to explaining so much about his country before to others. Lord Ed did find the leader's knowledge of Imperial history odd. Nonetheless, the Earl continued, "Now, as to 'Sokolov's elixir', I doubt any quantities exist anymore since that has long gone out of production."

Either way, I think, we might later arrange the trade deal between Skyhooked and Gristol. We have several awesome hi-tech wares too. As for now, I know, this might not be a trivial offer, but how about we exchange trinkets to commemorate our first contact? It might be coins, maybe... some bone charm? I can offer one of those stimpaks, or maybe you would prefere one of our bullet necklaces?"-Shawn offers an autoinjector syringe with a slightly luminiscent liquid and a necklace with five 5.56 rounds on it.

"While I do not officially serve the Imperial government, I will surely spread the word that your country is interested in doing business. As for trinkets, I am not sure what I could provide. Bone charms are not something one should have as the Abbey advises." Lord Ed begun to dig around his pockets hoping to find something of interest. To be honest, the Earl was not ready to become a walking vendor of Imperial curiosities and would rather not be seen as one. Finding a coin in his pocket, he handed it to Shawn as the young lord accepted his gifts. They were quite strange, but the Earl would accept them and find a place to store them in his estate's attic.

"I will surely treasure these trinkets as a memento of our meeting," the Earl said as finished his second glass of champagne. Perhaps he would need another one if the conversation continued.

[Yegla Islands]

December 14th
Mid Evening
Quartier des Spectacles, Montréal, New Québec
Lobby of Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts

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Dmitri Rasputin & co.

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Pausing for a few moments, the young lord gather his thoughts on how to explain the Abbey. Bluntly, it had on one hand lost power in state matters, but now held more power in the public sphere than ever before. In some areas of the Isles religious awakenings were taking place, and this only built upon the historic power of the Abbey. Lord Ed did not consider himself quite religious, like many aristocrats he knew, but to publicly admit this was still taboo.

"I would say the Abbey has limited direct influence in state affairs. While they hold some seats in the House of Lords and still exercise some unique privileges, the Imperium is not a theocracy. Though, being a geographically isolated nation, as I am sure the Yegla Islands can relate, the culture of the Isle was formed quite different than other parts of the world. The Abbey, following long standing theological trends, has a special place for many within the identity of any citizen."

Taking a sip of his drink and listening to others speak, the Earl eventually followed up, "And, how about in the Yegla Islands? Do the people follow a major religion?"

So, a cultural foothold rather than a legislative one. More insidious than immediately powerful - and indicative of a lower risk of inherent inter-regime hostility. A decent start. The Vozhd now took to answering the young lord's query.

"As a matter of fact, they do not. No state religion is recognized, nor are there any significant religious institutions which hold any particularly large degree of power. None are given exemptions of privileges in that regard - there's simply no precedent for it. The question of faith in the Islands is a... complex one. They were never truly united, you see. A rather sizable area, split into innumerable landmasses, none ever under the control of a singular governing entity... until the current government, of course. Cultural buildup has been rather scattered. There are traces of everything, here and there - the Abrahamics, various forms of paganism... an ancient, polytheistic dogma, surfacing on occasion, dreamt up by the original inhabitants of the continent. For it was, in fact, a continent - heavy seismic activity divided it into its current form, sinking most of it, several thousand years ago. But regardless, we are not a people given to any particular degree of spirituality. A few centuries of all-engulfing war tend to kill wishful thinking. I daresay there are plenty of worshipers scattered about, but they are not organized in any particularly stringent manner. Nor do they all follow the same faith."

The Vozhd took another sip of champagne as Shawn took his turn conversing with Ed. He smiled a little at the Earl's bemusement - the denizens of Skyhooked certainly had a unique outlook on diplomatic conduct.

[Skyhooked]

Champagne tasted good, but it appears, that for better negotiations, Shawn would need to employ some heavy argument - "Canoneer's" rum! He took out his half-full bottle of some fine Skyhookedian made rum. Then he mixed that stull with champagne for better effect, and drank it. After that, he offered his rum to others. "Would anybody like some rum?"-He offered, and then continued his interactions.

"I am impressed," stated the young lord as he turned back towards the Leader of Skyhooked. "Most foreigners are barely antiquated with the Seven Strictures. Though, I must note, the Abbey in some ways has become a bit more tolerant of foreign...differences."

"Well, I have my moments... As for changes, that's the logic outcome of any religion. Over time they reform, still keeping their vibe, but interperting the canons differently, for better adaptation for realities of modern life. After all, those strictures may be interperted more as flexible guidlines, rather than rigid dogmas, which help to prevent the Outsider from causing suffering and pain. But... I guess, that in pre-Emily time, before ol' Corvo set things right, with such speeches, I'd get that fancy "Heretic's brand" if I was an overseer... Like that Campbell dude. Cuz beside that, I gotta confess, I break all of them strictures."

"While I do not officially serve the Imperial government, I will surely spread the word that your country is interested in doing business. As for trinkets, I am not sure what I could provide. Bone charms are not something one should have as the Abbey advises." Lord Ed begun to dig around his pockets hoping to find something of interest. To be honest, the Earl was not ready to become a walking vendor of Imperial curiosities and would rather not be seen as one. Finding a coin in his pocket, he handed it to Shawn as the young lord accepted his gifts. They were quite strange, but the Earl would accept them and find a place to store them in his estate's attic.

"I will surely treasure these trinkets as a memento of our meeting," the Earl said as finished his second glass of champagne. Perhaps he would need another one if the conversation continued.

"Hmmm... Emperess protect us, huh? I must say, that's quite a fine mint. Thanks, it will be a great addition to my collection. As for stimpack, this green fluid has powerful regenerative properties, and can even heal broken bones in several hours or days, depending on a severity of trauma. And I would like to ask for an advice. I may travel to your country. What places would you recommend me to visit? Perhaps it's Dunwall? Or maybe sunny Karnaca? I also don't mind cold, so perhaps there are places in Tyvia for me to visit? I do want to pruchase several exotic items and possibly place them on a display in the Fullhouse, our capitol."

So, a cultural foothold rather than a legislative one. More insidious than immediately powerful - and indicative of a lower risk of inherent inter-regime hostility. A decent start. The Vozhd now took to answering the young lord's query.

"As a matter of fact, they do not. No state religion is recognized, nor are there any significant religious institutions which hold any particularly large degree of power. None are given exemptions of privileges in that regard - there's simply no precedent for it. The question of faith in the Islands is a... complex one. They were never truly united, you see. A rather sizable area, split into innumerable landmasses, none ever under the control of a singular governing entity... until the current government, of course. Cultural buildup has been rather scattered. There are traces of everything, here and there - the Abrahamics, various forms of paganism... an ancient, polytheistic dogma, surfacing on occasion, dreamt up by the original inhabitants of the continent. For it was, in fact, a continent - heavy seismic activity divided it into its current form, sinking most of it, several thousand years ago. But regardless, we are not a people given to any particular degree of spirituality. A few centuries of all-engulfing war tend to kill wishful thinking. I daresay there are plenty of worshipers scattered about, but they are not organized in any particularly stringent manner. Nor do they all follow the same faith."

Shawn turns to Vozhd Rasputin: "I would like to share our story. As for Skyhooked, we never had a problem with unity, as we were all united during the revolution, against a common enemy, Vicarius Dei Edgar. Quite a title, huh? This tyrant and his goons were agents, employed by some hostile foreign power, which had a goal to oblitereate our unique and enlightened culture... And "Clear the island from riff-raff for future development" according to interrogation records. By that time, we had a different name - Enthorea, and we were a nation of poets, musicians, scientists and thinkers. A pacifist one, so we barely had any military...

Because of that, we were easily taken over and suffered for twenty years, that resulted in culture destroyed and half of population dead. Being desperate, we revolted. And after a violent revolution, we won the civil war. We managed to preserve technology and science, however culturally, we were thrown back for at least several centuries. Because there was nothing left from old world culture... we took a new name "Skyhooked", and now, we are united by our love for freedom and hate for those, who would oppress and prey on the innocents.

Thus, we make a commonwealth of extremely diverse people, united by common goal and tenets."

[The Gristolian Imperium]

The Emerald Earl, December 14th, Mid Evening
Quartier des Spectacles, Montréal, New Québec
Lobby of Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts

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Champagne tasted good, but it appears, that for better negotiations, Shawn would need to employ some heavy argument - "Canoneer's" rum! He took out his half-full bottle of some fine Skyhookedian made rum. Then he mixed that stull with champagne for better effect, and drank it.

Naturally, Lord Ed's upper lip curled as he mixed rum and champagne. Trying to be polite overall, the young lord still held a fine line between foreign customs and uncivil actions. Looking away as he committed sacrilege, he politely ignored the offer of rum.

And I would like to ask for an advice. I may travel to your country. What places would you recommend me to visit? Perhaps it's Dunwall? Or maybe sunny Karnaca? I also don't mind cold, so perhaps there are places in Tyvia for me to visit? I do want to pruchase several exotic items and possibly place them on a display in the Fullhouse, our capitol."

"Oh," Lord Ed said, as he once again focused on the conversation, "Dunwall is a must. Especially this time of year during the Winter Season. Galas and parties are held every week and do not even get me started on the food! Besides receiving a state visit to Dunwall Tower, the Royal Gristolian Musuem holds some of the greatest artifacts and paintings in the Isles. Outside of Gristol, you can never go wrong with a trip to Karnaca or Cullero. I honestly prefer Cullero since it is less congested. And, though I rarely visit Tyvia, I have heard the old capital city of Tamarak is quite beautiful in the winter."

-snip-

"And, speaking of vacations, the Yegla Islands do seem like an awfully interesting destination. I wonder, are travellers-," Lord Ed responded, but was cut off by an announcement: The Nutcracker will begin shortly. Please find your seats.

"Well, Mister Bjornson, Vozhd Rasputin and King Celone," the Earl said as he gave each man a brief bow, "it has been my pleasure seeing and meeting you all tonight. I hope you all enjoy the performance and I hope to see you at the Ball next week." Giving one more bow, the young lord hurried away to his seat eager to see the show.

[Yegla Islands]

December 14th
Mid Evening
Quartier des Spectacles, Montréal, New Québec
Lobby of Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier, Place des Arts

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Dmitri Rasputin & co.

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Shawn turns to Vozhd Rasputin: "I would like to share our story. As for Skyhooked, we never had a problem with unity, as we were all united during the revolution, against a common enemy, Vicarius Dei Edgar. Quite a title, huh? This tyrant and his goons were agents, employed by some hostile foreign power, which had a goal to oblitereate our unique and enlightened culture... And "Clear the island from riff-raff for future development" according to interrogation records. By that time, we had a different name - Enthorea, and we were a nation of poets, musicians, scientists and thinkers. A pacifist one, so we barely had any military...

Because of that, we were easily taken over and suffered for twenty years, that resulted in culture destroyed and half of population dead. Being desperate, we revolted. And after a violent revolution, we won the civil war. We managed to preserve technology and science, however culturally, we were thrown back for at least several centuries. Because there was nothing left from old world culture... we took a new name "Skyhooked", and now, we are united by our love for freedom and hate for those, who would oppress and prey on the innocents.

Thus, we make a commonwealth of extremely diverse people, united by common goal and tenets."

Rasputin nodded.

"I am well aware of Skyhooked's troubled past, and I admire the roles of your predecessors in its liberation. It mirrors our own in an all-too-dreary manner. Though our two nations took two very different paths towards sovereignty, I can solemnly state that a form of mutual understanding is very much present."

"And, speaking of vacations, the Yegla Islands do seem like an awfully interesting destination. I wonder, are travellers-," Lord Ed responded, but was cut off by an announcement: The Nutcracker will begin shortly. Please find your seats.

"Well, Mister Bjornson, Vozhd Rasputin and King Celone," the Earl said as he gave each man a brief bow, "it has been my pleasure seeing and meeting you all tonight. I hope you all enjoy the performance and I hope to see you at the Ball next week." Giving one more bow, the young lord hurried away to his seat eager to see the show.

The Vozhd glanced up at the speakers as the announcement was made.

"Ah, indeed. The pleasure was all mine."

He turned to his entourage.

"Come now. It wouldn't do to miss such a spectacle."

And with that, all three of them strolled off to their designated loge.

[Nouveau Quebecois]

The Montreal Winter Ball

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Master of Ceremonies, Edward J. Cross

The Montreal Winter Festival
Montreal City Hall, Grande Ballroom
December 21, 2019 - 6:00 PM

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As royals and upper-class elites of Quebec started to file into the ballroom, Edward Cross was busy running around the building with a clipboard, making sure everything was in-line. The event had already been delayed a day due to an unholy concoction of traffic, mixed up shifts, poor attendance, and various other minor pileups. Room for further staff errors were minimal, and if the night continued without him, Quebec would end up an international embarrassment. The other leaders of state have kept their collected heads and now the burden fell to Cross to ensure the night continues perfectly.

"Attention, attention s'il vous plaît. May all national representatives please proceed to the ballroom via the Grande Staircase."

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On the east side of the building was the main entrance to the ballroom, the Grande Staircase, or in practice, the Grand Staircases of where the national representatives of over 30 different nations will be making their honoured appearances. The ballroom, different from when it was first displayed, was much different. It was much more refurbished, adorning newer paintings, artefacts, furniture, and one could swear the gold glittered brighter. It's new grandeur appeal was something more. It was already packed with the voices and small chatter of local nobles and aristocracy was Commandant of the Royal Police, Lagare, chatting with two other divisional leaders. Unusually, they seemed to be the only Frenchmen in the room carrying arguably ceremonial pistols. By the end of the hall, Chief Conductor Romalov stood atop a perched black base with his orchestra and choir, who just finished fine-tuning their instruments for a night of non-stop playing. Only missing was the Premier and Cleric, who did not seem to be present.

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The commotion of the ballroom echoed through the halls of the building, despite only radio music being in play. Waiters in white tops and black slacks were metaphorically running around the room, their footsteps accompanied by the clashing of wine glasses over standing tables. Cross, with his clipboard in one hand, a pen in another, and a second pen in his mouth waited patiently at the top of the staircase, further away from the commotion for the arriving leaders. He hoped nobody dressed too provocatively. He reached onto his radio and spoke into the atrium.

"Attention, attention s'il vous plaît. Puisse tous les invités se taire. May all the guests please be silent for the grand entrance of our international representatives."

[Yegla Islands]

December 21st
6:04 PM
Montreal City Hall, Grande Ballroom
Grande Staircase

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Dmitri Rasputin & co.

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The Vozhd and his four companions made their way onto the staircase. All five had donned evening dress - for once, Rasputin did not, in fact, wear grey. His suit was so black as to have seemingly no texture - practically a moving hole in space. It contrasted sharply with the crisp whiteness of the waistcoat, shirt and bow tie beneath it. His shoes - these ones a matching black - were, as per usual, polished to a gleam. His three male guards had similar ensembles, differing ever so slightly in cuts. Nikita's getup was nigh-imperceptibly disheveled compared to the rest - perhaps a sign that this was not his typical mode of dress. His chequered handkerchief had been seemingly replaced with a nigh-identical one in pure white. He was also one of the two men to carry weapons - at his side rested an ornate rapier, in a rather fanciful ceremonial scabbard. Eduard guard bore a similarly-adorned revolver in a hip holster. The other two seemed to be unarmed, though Gilderoy still walked with the assistance of his everpresent cane.

Aside from that, the four men were distinguished by their cufflinks. Rasputin's were his usual plain gold hexagons. Nikita bore a pair of glimmering opalescent circles. Gilderoy's cuffs were adorned with two multifaceted flower-esque gemstones, set in what looked like electrum. Finally, Eduard wore two simple squares of silver - each one, engraved with a stylized eye. Beside them all strode Xenia, wreathed in a rather slim, silken evening gown. Its vibrant red coloration contrasted nicely with the spindly gold ornament she had fastened her hair with for the occasion. Around her neck was a similarly-styled gold necklace, its centerpiece bearing a simple, angular rune.

They paused at the top of the staircase, where Cross was already awaiting them. Glancing down at his clipboard, he cleared his throat as he turned to the remainder of the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen - please welcome Dmitri Rasputin, Vozhd of the Federal Bureaucracy of Yegla Islands, alongside his entourage."

As the five newcomers began their trek down the staircase, the orchestra swung into motion - soon, their arrival was being heralded by the opening bars of the Yeglan national anthem. Gilderoy hummed softly to himself, before muttering.

"Not half bad."

And so, the Yeglans entered the ballroom proper.

[A l b i o n]

Saturday 21^st December
Grande Ballroom, City Hall, Montréal, Québec

Imperātrix Aatoria,
& Her Guards

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Today was finally the first day of the proper Winter Ball celebrations in Móntreal, Québec and the self-styled Roman empress and her entourage were making their way into the ballroom itself. Walking up the staircase, the Imperātrix was flanked by her guardsmen, dressed in ceremonial Albionic attire much resembling their dress uniform albeit with some more fanciful additions. Shiny black boots stepped forward in unison with their monarch’s polished black shoes, the colourations of their whole outfits reflecting their mixed Roman-Celtic culture and heritage. At the guards’ sides were their batons, visible for all to see. Artoria herself wasn’t dressed in a dark blue suit and trousers, a white collared button-up shirt and a white tie. A black leather belt was wrapped around her waist, and her white fur cloak draped behind her, ending at thigh height. Caledfwlch, the imperial ceremonial blade, was strapped to Artoria’s side in its sheath. "Hast thou found thine presence in this city enjoyable?" Artoria questioned her guardsmen in Latin.
"Tis most wonderful, Your Most Augustness," Æþelred in Ænglisc, followed by the Celt replying then same in his native tongue. Artoria seemed pleased by their response, smiling faintly as they neared the end of their walk up the staircase.

Twas not long before the Albionic sovereign and her guardsmen arrived at the top of the staircase. Artoria had a serious expression on her face, her eyes subtly watching those around her whilst her guards stood obedient on her flanks. She stood before Cross, whom noted her and her guardsmen on his clipboard to announce the Imperātrix’s arrival.
"Mesdames et Messieurs, please welcome Her Most Augustness Artoria the Just, by the might of Sol the First of Her Name, Empress and Autocrat of All the Romans and Celts, Lord of the Isles, Wielder of Caledfwlch, The Sword of Sol, Hero of the Circle, Blood of Alexander, Defender of the Faith," Cross announced to the other guests. Artoria muttered something in Latin, smiling very faintly once more as she and her guardsmen proceeded down the staircase with the Albionic anthem, "Light of Albion", playing to herald their arrival. Shortly afterwards, they arrived in the ballroom itself and mingled with the other guests.

[Cartoonia]

Chancellor Erza Scarlet
Montreal City Hall, Grande Ballroom. December 21 - 6:00 PM

Tonight is the the night. The escort takes Erza to the city hall and the designated escort area. The event has been delayed for a day, but that was okay for her. It gave her more time to visit those Parisian cafes, and after a long great week in the city, she was ready to get down and mingle. Erza is wearing her dress, a blue dress with a white rose design and a light blue sash on the bottom. She also wore some white long gloves that almost go up to her shoulders. She also wore a blue necklace with a cross in the middle and black high heel dress shoes. Her hair is not usually stylized, but it is today just for the occasion. With her is her army sword, bearing the status of the former Seventh Army general of Cartoonia. Her escort arrives and after going to the police station to have her sword, and her guards’ weapons notified, Erza makes her way inside the city hall and to the grand staircase. She gives her name to Cross, the man with the list, and he glanced over, searchers and finds her name.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et Messieurs. Please welcome the current Chancellor of Cartoonia, former General of the Seventh Cartoon Army, and Captain of the Fairy Tail Brigade. Ms. Erza Scarlet” Cross announces, the conductor cues the orchestra to play Cartoonia’s national anthem “Toonlumbia, The Gem of The Ocean” as Erza walks down the staircase in step with the music. She makes her way down and into the ballroom ready to meet and greet some of the other foreign dignitaries.

[Hanoverian Great Britain]

After spending some time talking to her newfound friend, Alexandra knew it was time to proceed. Upon the orders of the host, Alexandra and the other royals soon made their way to the ballroom.

Before she was to make her entrance in the ballroom, she had reached out to her entourage outside to acquire her Order of the Garter Sash, which was elegantly wore over her white dress. "I believe that all the necessities had been met, Your Majesty?", inquired one of her royal staff. "It has, and I sincerely express my gratefulness for your assistance", replied Alexandra before making her way back in.

Soon enough, having followed the designated trail, she then found herself standing outside and infront of the closed ballroom space. As she gracefully marks her first steps, the announcer proudly announces her arrival, "Mesdames et Messieurs, please welcome Her Majesty Alexandra the First, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain, Hanover and Northern Ireland, and of her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith!". As she listened tentatively on to the "God Save The Queen" anthem being played to mark her arrival, Alexandra rejoiced much in knowing that her arrival was not left unknown, as she continued to descend the stairways and prowl among the various other foreign attendees, with a humble smile plastered onto her face.

[A m e n r i a]

"Mesdames et Messieurs, please welcome, Ladies Camilla and Camellia Miao, heiresses of the Miao Coven"

With the twins' arrival, Cross' hope was shattered. Here she was, the vampire Camilla, showing her famed beauty and flaunting her pale skin with a black, sleeveless qipao, revealing long, slim legs which ended feet wearing heels of a similar colour to her clothing, click-clacking against the marble floor. Her long, raven hair was styled in a bun, kept by what look like two silver stakes. On her hip was a belt holstering two large handguns, the legendary pistols Heart Sign amd Death Mark. As she descended down the stairs, the anthem of the Starchild Sorority, "Dreams Come True", was played. She was a Starchild, the daughter of the Heavenly Emperor, and she had the birthmark on her left arm to prove it. As she walked down the staircase, she threw flirtatious smiles and waves around, hoping someone would notice her.

Her sister, Camellia, which was introduced before her, wore something more covered. Her qipao had long sleeves, covering her birthmark. It's not like she needed proof she was Camilla's sister, as they looked exactly alike with the exception of their hair colour. Her blonde hair was also kept in a bun, but not by silver stakes. Instead, by her own sword, Heaven's Fang, shrunk down to the size of a needle for practicality. She too smiled and waved, but her moves and expression looked more friendly than seductive.

[Confederate American SU]

Pickett had been a bit of shut-in, letting his fascination with the advancements in computer technology in this new world consume him. He had spent three weeks fiddling with the desktops of the world. While computer technology, especially under Pickett, is far more advanced, computers in this world were far superior in mobility. To achieve the same performance on a desktop, a computer in the RCAS would've been the same size as the bed in his room. This electronic miniaturization was exactly what he wanted, yet there was also the issue of resources. There was no oil left for plastics to be made. Really, the only solution was to give everyone a supercomputer, which was achieved after the Risorigmento. Still, the technology fascinated him. After all, what would make a desktop or laptop more powerful could also make a supercomputer more powerful. The only thing that surprised Pickett was the slow progress made on artificial intelligence, though that could change in the future.

This completely distracted him from the protests, which he lamented as a failed opportunity. Still, the government did provide him with plenty of food, entertainment, and is going to reveal the true of his state to the world. So, Pickett figured it would be better to get on their good side.

---

The Montreal Winter Festival
Montreal City Hall, Grande Ballroom
December 21, 2019 - 6:00 PM

"Mesdames et Messieurs, please welcome...Captain-General Casey F. Pickett? Of the..." Cross then reread his list, "Republic of Confederate American States?" 'Was this a mistake?' was probably what was going on in his mind.


A short, redheaded 'woman' walked down the Grande Staircase by his lonesome as the...Star Spangled Banner played? Was 'she' actually the United States's representative? Shouldn't it be the President? Even Pickett was surprised by the anthem. _{"And, here I was, expecting a kickass orchestral version,"} he sighed quietly to himself as he descended down the steps, wearing 'her' red shin-length dress. Besides his lack of a bosom, he was indistinguishable from a well-born young lady. Pickett also was completely unaccompanied. No pomp. No bodyguards. Just Pickett himself. It was jarring, especially how small he was compared to the giant staircase.

_{"Yesh, for nationalists, they really seem to like spoiling foreigners,"} Pickett muttered lowly. Of course, he had heard the announcement of a general of the 'Cartoon Army' entering the ball, which admittedly made him laugh. _{"Well, at least, it wasn't Vault Boy. God, I got so sick of him that I pushed for every state to scrub his image off public property,"} he muttered to himself again, _{"Too bad I only got a few states to do it. Maybe if I offered to provide the scrubbing manpower, the other half would vote in favor."} The redheaded 'lady' simply continued to whistle to the tune of the anthem as he wandered around the ballroom. He never actually had been in a ball before. After all, he was more used to killing aristocrats and rulers than actually conversing with them. _{"And, don't give death-stares to any Chinamen. You've practiced this, Casey."}

Pickett had been a bit of shut-in, letting his fascination with the advancements in computer technology in this new world consume him. He had spent three weeks fiddling with the desktops of the world. While computer technology, especially under Pickett, is far more advanced, computers in this world were far superior in mobility. To achieve the same performance on a desktop, a computer in the RCAS would've been the same size as the bed in his room. This electronic miniaturization was exactly what he wanted, yet there was also the issue of resources. There was no oil left for plastics to be made. Really, the only solution was to give everyone a supercomputer, which was achieved after the Risorigmento. Still, the technology fascinated him. After all, what would make a desktop or laptop more powerful could also make a supercomputer more powerful. The only thing that surprised Pickett was the slow progress made on artificial intelligence, though that could change in the future.

This completely distracted him from the protests, which he lamented as a failed opportunity. Still, the government did provide him with plenty of food, entertainment, and is going to reveal the true of his state to the world. So, Pickett figured it would be better to get on their good side.

[Skyhooked]

December 21st 6:01 PM
Montreal City Hall, Grande Ballroom, Grande Staircase
Shawn Bjornson

Finally, the crowning part of this event - The Winter Ball itself, had started. A golden opportunity for Shawn Bjornson to make several diplomatic ties between Skyhooked and other powers, find allies, get lucrative trade deals, that let to acquire unique technology, show off, and quench his munchies from weed, he smoked during his preparations.

In his proper attire, appropriate for such an upscale white tie event, Shawn didn't look too natural. Maybe it doesn't fit his very long hair, maybe a battle scar on his face is not too elegant, or maybe he forgot several minor details, but it's for sure, that he slightly looks like well groomed Conan the barbarian, stuffed in an elegant attire. After all, he is used to very... casual outfits or battle armor, but he had to do with this. Before he started to make his way on the staircase, he commented: "I look... ridiculous.". Shawn didn't have his assault rifle and "Warclub" with him, only his trusty Colt 1911 in a holster. He left the the bat and rifle in his hotel room, deciding, that he wouldn't trust local police to handle his weapons. He sipped some vodka from his flask, and finally made his way to the staircase. At the top, Cross awaited for him.

-"Mesdames et Messieurs, please welcome Shawn Bjornson, the Great Khan of Skyhooked!"-Cross announced, and then Conductor cues the orchestra to play "Warriors of the world". As Shawn confidently descended the stairways, he looked around, made several flirt smiles to various ladies he liked. Then he finally arrived to the ballroom and started mingling with other guests.

[A l b i o n]

Saturday 21^st December
Grande Ballroom, City Hall, Montréal, Québec

Imperātrix Aatoria,
& Her Guards

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Artoria stood with her guardsmen on the rim of the ballroom, a glass of wine held delicately in her hand whilst her entourage drank water to quench their thirst. Her eyes scanned the other guests, watching their faces, their movements; her paranoia was getting to her, she realised. "Watch the barbarians for me, Æþelred. My eyes cannot look everywhere at once," Artoria spoke to her English guardsman in Latin, keeping her voice devoid of any noticeable emotion. The guardsman in question nodded obediently, subtly watching some of the other, less than civilised leaders and guests. Finally, Artoria sat down and rested her free hand on Caledfwlch’s pommel, listening to the orchestra and speaking in Brittonic with her Celtic guard on a few matters. Otherwise she was watching the arrival of the other VIPs, taking note of their country of origin, dress and mannerisms.

[The Gristolian Imperium]

The Emerald Earl, December 21st
Quartier des Spectacles, Montréal, New Québec
Grande Ballroom, Montréal City Hall

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The day had finally arrived. After being in Montréal for nearly two weeks, the Earl had found his vacation quite fun so far. Mainly shopping and sightseeing, the Ball would be the high point of the trip. Glancing at the other guests as they prepared for their grand entrance, Lord Ed made note of who he wanted to speak to. Like many of the other guests, he was donning a traditional tux and bow tie. The only notable accessory that would be worn by the Earl during the Ball would be a singlet ring. Following the plane crash that led to his father's untimely death, the ring was one of the only things found in the wreckage. Perhaps, Lord Ed wondered, the ring was cursed. Still, a cursed family heirloom is still a family heirloom, and one of the last reminding him of his father.

Once his time came, a Québecian, the Master of Ceremonies, gave a nod signalling his turn to enter the grand ballroom.

"Mesdames et Messieurs, please welcome the 12th Earl of Hollington from the Gristolian Imperium."

Descending down from the grand staircase, the Earl noted the beautiful ceiling once more. "What joy and splendor this night shall hold," the Earl thought. He made a internal note, as he surveyed the room, to admire the new artwork that graced the room later. Lord Ed saw several familiar faces in the crowd, but his eye eventually fell upon a beautiful women with an even more beautiful sword. Curious, the Earl approached her and, what Ed assumed, was her entourage.

Finally, Artoria sat down and rested her free hand on Caledfwlch’s pommel, listening to the orchestra and speaking in Brittonic with her Celtic guard on a few matters. Otherwise she was watching the arrival of the other VIPs, taking note of their country of origin, dress and mannerisms.[/size]

Giving the lady a brief bow, and several minor nods of acknowledgement to her other companions, Lord Ed spoke: "Good evening, m'lady. Forgive me, as I did not mean to interrupt your conversation, but I just wanted to compliment you on the beauty of that sword you have. The craftsmanship is impeccable." Staring at it for a moment more, the Earl suddenly remembered the importance of introductions. "Though I was just announced, I am the Earl of Hollington, but please call me Lord Ed. I hail from the Gristolian Imperium."

[Alpes a Septentrionali Imperium]

December 21st, 5:30 PM EST, Room 480

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Prince Henri was placing on the final of the medals provided to him for his outfit for the ball. A cross of the Alpeian Legion of Honour, being placed next to the Bourbon cross of the Order of Saint Micheal(On loan from his father) and finally the cross of the Imperial Order of House Alpeia. Finally adjusting it to fit with the other crosses and ribbons he had brought for his suit. Than bringing himself to the nearby mirror he gives his outfit a look, with it being a quite simple outfit for someone of such high origin. A nice set of dress pants with a pocket watch attached firmly in one pocket, followed by a silk slightly embroidered dress coat attached with ribbons and crosses, and buttoned waistcoat underneath, finally ending with cravat like necktie. As well as undergarments of course.

"Well this is quite satisfactory, just need to finish my hair and place the sword and stash" He then turns to the 4 guards brought along for this ball, them being dressed in the traditional wear of the Imperial Guard.

"Ah. Stand at attention! The guards follow the Prince's command quite quickly getting into a straight line standing tall. "Swords out! The guards do again as told, bringing their sabres to a comfortable spot resting the blade on their shoulder, which only brought as much pain as you would expect only a ceremonial sword to give. Good, Good. We shall be leaving in a matter of minutes to be prepared.

December 21st, 6:08 PM EST, Montreal City Hall, Grande Ballroom

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It took longer than the Prince expected it too, to get to a place literally a minutes walk away, but he needed to look his finest for this occasion, he was a prince and honoured guest after all. But now he was walking down the Grande Staircase with the bodyguards I traditional dress and forming a square around the Prince.

Than M. Cross began announcing him as he did with the other guests "Mesdames et Messieurs, please welcome Henri de Alpeia, His Imperial and Royal Highness, Prince of the Empire of Alpes a Septnetrionalis, Duke of Angoulême and Count of Artois". And with that, the orchestra started with its next song, the song the Empereur-Roi had chosen, La Marseillaise des Blancs. A Catholic-inspired monarchist song, which the prince only knew to tone to. But, he wasn't as much concerned with that than other things, such as the prospect of making new foreign relations, and seeing what the wines of Quebec had to offer.