“On average will they reach about thy waist my royal princess!” The officer responded to the question that Runa had asked, for good measurements did he make a sweeping gesture with his hand around his own waist, a bit higher than Runas own were.
“RIght, thank you, lord commander!” She responded with a short nod. She had to admit that she was not particularly convinced by the argument but she expected the most as she stood and waited outside of the freshly built walls of the new royal palace. Like almost everything in Imerbürg were they new. They were built on the place of the old walls and in the same style but as she had grown up around the old ones and had spent most of her life around them could she immediately tell that these were but an imitation of the old ones, the carved soldiers and plant decorations were still being painted and carved just like everything else in the growing city.
Even the living towers were bare, while functional and covered with the golden sandstone that old Imerbürg had been famous for were they still mostly built with people in mind and one could still see carvers and painters rush amongst them, it was like that all over the city, no matter where one turned could one see large collections of peoples rushing about, building, fixing, carving, and painting. In the other direction flew countless wares fresh off the newly rebuilt factories. The city was experiencing a growing spur that was true, people flocked to it in huge numbers, from all over the federation, giving the new city a more cosmopolitan look than it had had before. This could even be seen in her own entourage, there were her loyal confidant, ally, and amongst other things friend Honey from Leporidaeria. A nonhuman and a representative from the First Sister that the beastling shared a name with. She looked human enough for the long and slender ears that stuck out from her long black hair that in turn rolled down over her olive skin. To stand out from the more conservatively dressed Scanderans did the beastling insist in wearing her more revealing clothing, a long skirt went down past her knees and down halfway to her long slender feet. Her midriff was bare and she wore a small silken blouse that covered her chest and shoulders but little else. However with the cold harsh Scanderan winter taken into account did the beastling also wear a very thick fur lined Scanderan cloak. She was however in terms of jewelry far from unadorned, rings, armbands, and necklaces glimmered in the light from the electronic torches as they stroke gold, silver, and gems but also more common materials as rocks and bone.
Runa herself was dressed in a more conservative Scanderan dress of white linnen but with silver thread mixed in that made it glimmer in the light. A second dark blue outer dress that was embroidered with the golden eagles of her house in thicker wool was resting over it. She was beyond that surrounded by a motley collection of people in the white robes of the foreign relation advisory, some soldiers of the high guard in their black uniforms and silver armour. However the one that stood out the most was Orm, one of her cousins henchmen, a tall albino dressed in a very simplistic beige tunic and with simple brown trousers. The only decoration he wore was the arm rings that he had been granted as trophies and honours from his service to the high king. His head was similarly odd and foreign, shaved clean even including his eyebrows, the only thing piece of hair on him at all were his long fu-manchu moustache that was white as newly fallen snow.
His eyes moved and he looked upon her, his eyes like always were cold and made her shiver as she quickly looked away, desperately wishing for the Malgraveans to arrive. Orm always made her nervous and she could not for the life of her figure out why her cousin kept the man around.
In time the Malgraveans would arrive, the current crisis impacting the Research Colony and the continuing conflict in Silverdale meant that the Prime Minister herself couldn't appear in person to make such a request, however, Eliot Reymont, the current Foreign Minister was available to travel to Imeriata and utilise one of the benefits of being a member of the Crown Alliance.
Eliot Reymont wasn’t the only Malgravean present in the room, as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had decided to dispatch an individual figure to help out their efforts with the Imerians, with Seo Yi-kyung, the Director General for Mystria stepping into the position, an individual that had travelled across Mystria in recent weeks to help deal with the list of crisis that had emerged rather suddenly.
Unlike their Imerian counterparts, the members of the Malgravean delegation didn't wear dresses or uniforms but formal suits that indicated that they weren’t present to engage in small talk or other pleasantries but get straight down to business, with the only adornments present being a
pendant that was worn by the Malgraveans present.
Eliot and Yi-kyung would bow towards the Imerians present, the Malgraveans reserving the deepest bow towards the Royal Princess, the figure was known in Malgrave as a character in the popular series Adventurer High but apart from that not much was known and both Malgraveans didn’t want a repeat of earlier interactions between Imerians and Malgraveans.
Runa, well versed in court politics and decorum waited for a moment as the Malgraveans bowed before a Herald stepped forward, he was a young lad dressed in fine white wool tunic and trousers but carried over that a thick tabard woven of silver cloth with a heraldic eagle of gold embroidered on it, the head of the eagle however was hidden behind the crown of the high king and served as the coat of arms of the Stjärnkhrone dynasty.
“INTRODUCING…” the herald started to scream in the good old tongue “HER ROYAL PRINCESS RUNA AUF STJÄRNKHRONE! COUSIN IN THE FIRST LINE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, blessed be His dynasty and may they rule eternal, BY APPOINTMENT THE HEAD OF THE RECEPTION!” He shouted loudly in the good old tongue before again withdrawing to the side.
“Ah, Jungrfrau Eliot Reymont!” Runa said, taking a step forward as Honey joined her, and to her slight worry Orm as well. The large Albino towered over her, the beastling, and as little said about the Mals the better. “I am honoured to accept you on behalf of His royal highness, blessed be His lineage, I was appointed to serve as your guide and host while you are here at the palace, I hope this is to your satisfaction! His royal highness wished to extend his wishes but he remains somewhat busy to greet you until your audience with him!”
Eliot bowed again in greeting as per Malgravean traditions, “It is a pleasure to be received by you in these troubling times, Royal Princess. I quite understand how busy affairs of state can keep one busy, especially as I imagine that the reconstruction work still takes up a considerable time of the day,”
“Prime Minister Nadzieja Brzezicki also extends her apologies for her inability to be present at this meeting, however, due to the current situation her travel outside of the country is being restricted at this moment of time,” Yi-kyung said, the Malgravean also delivering a second bow before speaking.
“It is quite remarkable that you’ve managed to rebuild the palace in such short order, Royal Princess. I must commend the work that your artisans have done in recreating the building in its former image,” Eliot said as she looked around the room in an appreciative gaze, “We were always quite hopeful that the anti-radiation technology we provided would allow the Imerians to start to recover and it seems that is the case.”
“We are most thankful to her ladyship elect! Please bring the thanks from His royal highness, blessed be his dynasty for time eternal, we do understand and are most willing to offer our own help in the situation” She said to Yi-kyung before turning to the other Malgravean.
“Yes… it certainly helped to a degree, do be careful though jungfrauar, the area is still dangerously radioactive!” Runa joked, her delivery however were deadpan enough that most of her own people turned to her with a surprised look and quite a few of them looked at the ground, trying to figure out what the cousin of the high king knew that the royal authorities would have decided not to share.
“In that case I will be careful to avoid any strange glowing puddles, Royal Princess,” Eliot replied in a similar joking manner before adding a joke of her own, “We wouldn’t want to have to spend the next few days bathing in mushrooms.”
“We also do have a gift to present the High King to commemorate the length of our alliance and friendship,” Yi-kyung said presenting a carrying case to the Imerian delegation before opening it for those to see, within the case and nestled within a velvet liner was an ornate small sword, the golden gilt hilt embossed with a variety of flowers native to parts of Imeriata and Malgrave while the sword itself contained images of Imerian and Malgravean naval prowess and glory.
“It was rather hard selecting a suitable gift for the High King, Royal Princess,” Eliot said as she took a brief glance at the sword, “but we do have a fascination with fencing and similar combat sports and as a result have a number of artisans that are capable of creating such works of art,” the Foreign Minister said referencing the fact that fencing was one of the sports taught across Malgravean society, “I do hope that the High King finds such a gift agreeable and proof of the strength brought about by our friendship.”
“I am sure His royal highness, blessed be his house and may they stand tall and proud as their earliest ancestors did, will find it most agreeable!” Runa said with a smile and nodded to a guard that stepped forward to receive it.
“We prepared a gift of our own to your monarch… however the situation being what it is… we were uncertain if we were gifting it to the throne directly in the wait for the return of coronation of the next head of state or to hand it directly to the heir assumptive, however you have yet to nominate one!” She said with an uneasy shrug before snapping with her fingers. A page stepped out of the crowd with a box that he opened. Inside were a hnefatafl table, carved from different pieces of wood, white birch seemed to compete next to ebbony of darkest black on the board itself, the only exception was a cross in the middle and the rim that were made exclusively out of Scanderan blood oak. The material was greyish with lines of red resin like sap that had dried in the colour of blood crossing it like veins. The outer ridge was carved in the likeness of nature and dancing people and animals. This rested on a firm white background dressed in silver thread mixed with Scanderan ocean silk of white creating an almost pearllike textile in hue and colour. Runes were inlaid in a greenish material all over the board, a quick look would reveal it to be serpentinite that had been crushed into a fine powder and inlaid into the board itself. The pieces were carved either from the white birch or the black ebony into the likeness of Malgravean soldiers with weapons at the ready, bar only the black queen that were carved in the likeness of Celeste Orsini. The first queen of Malgrave, well the first one the royal authorities would be damned if they were going to admit was a monarch, they still claimed the first contact between Malgraveans and Imerians had just been a realm in revolt, and nothing more. She and she alone had specks of silver as her crown, sword, and armour were all painted in silver leafs.
“Ah, and finally! Refreshments!” Runa said with a smile as a second page, a girl this time in a white dress with the heraldic eagle embroidered all over it. The girl curtsied to the guests and extended four large mugs made from ivory, it was hard to tell if it was from mammoth or walrus from just a quick glance. What however was impossible to overlook was the carved flowers that surrounded both the top and bottom, painted green and red and white and blue. The content of the mug was green in colour with a brackish texture that made it hard to see the bottom of the mugs. The smell however was that of pine forests. Runa took one and gave it a joyful sniff. Honey, the only other person that took a mug, gave it a less than pleased look and gave the two Malgraveans a quick warning shake of her head.
“It has been a troubling time for the monarchy due to the arrangement that we were forced into signing with the Atumite civilisation, however, I am certain that this gift will be greatly appreciated by the Paragon Queen when they return to the homeland,” Eliot said bowing as she accepted to the gift and handed it towards an unnamed assistance that had been called into the room earlier to assist with this part of the diplomatic ceremony.
“In fact we were rather hopeful that the Imerians would be able to send a delegation to such a ceremony if one takes place in the future. It is quite an honour to witness the nominated Paragon put themselves before the judgement of the Ancients through the Control Chair, and only a few individuals have seen such a process in person.” Yi-Kyung said as she admired the gift sent by the Imerians.
Eliot meanwhile was using her years of experience as Foreign Minister to put on her best poker face around the pine tea drink, the Malgravean had heard tales about the drinks rather unpleasant nature from Claudia following the coronation of the High King and she was rather dreading taking part in the experience itself.
“It has quite an interesting smell, Royal Princess,” Eliot said as she took in the fragrance of the offered pine tea.
“I am quite impressed at this container. Is it
ebur? ivory?” Yi-kyung asked as she took the offered tea and gave a tentative drink of the liquid.
“Please, we are between civilised companies here, you can call them what they are; savages!” Runa said darkly at the mention at the atumites, her otherwise joyful face twisting into a grimace of… it was hard to say if it was sadness or rage behind it.
“But I can assure you, our blessed federation is a furious beast best left undisturbed, the Atumites will in good time learn of our fury and vengeance!” She added, her every word dripping with hate.
“Ah…” Honey put in, she herself taking a deep sip of the tea and made a grimace, less fury and more disgust on her face though. The taste was a well known one, tasting foul and sour, one’s very mouth feeling thick and coated with some oily residue afterwards. It was an ancient technique that only a certain breed of pine was harvested for it’s leaves and at the same time drained from sap that was mixed into the brew. How someone would even get the idea of doing it, much less keep doing it to themselves and others were certainly something the beastling would never understand. But then again Scanderans were in general not the kind of people that changed their minds when they decided on a course of action, not even if better or more sensible alternatives presented themselves. Honey had to stop herself, no ‘not even’ were not the right phrase of words, ‘especially’ was more fitting.
“It is made from ivory! I am not sure what kind though!” Honey explained as Runa took a sip of her own tea, seemingly the only one to enjoy it.
“Yes, however I am sure His royal highness, blessed be His name and reign, would be honoured to dress your new queen in a silver cloak when she has been chosen!” Runa added, seemingly in a more cheerful mood, her eyes however were dark still. The implications were somewhat arrogant, being dressed in a cloak of silver was after all one of the traditional Scanderan symbols of kingship. “I myself would at least do so, I have heard a lot of your country over the years, it seems like quite the fascinating place!”
“It is a type of terminology that we have tried to avoid using in official documents within recent years, as for example while the phrase uncivilised is comparable to intense dislike or disfavour in Malgrave some believe that we are being rude towards them,” Yi-kyung said referencing a recent directive that had been issued to members of the Foreign Ministry and concerned journalists.
“We have to be mindful that not everyone is receptive to some of the differences between the Malgravean language and the common tongue,” Eliot said furthering the point made by her counterpart, the Foreign Minister coughing for a few moments out of shook from the rather horrid taste of the pine tea.
“I understand that we’ve got a different ceremonial process for the successful appointment of a new Paragon Monarch, however, I believe that there should be room for the High King in passing some manner of ceremonial gear to the newly selected individual, perhaps in conjunction with our Kouralian allies so such an event can be a unifying figure for the Crown Alliance,” Yi-kyung suggested, the Director General having no visible negative reaction to the pine tea as she drank the liquid, “You would be quite welcome in Malgrave, Royal Princess. I believe that you’ve gained some personal popularity in the country after your positive portrayal in a few of our cultural productions, even a fan club as well.”
“Yes, I did try to see that show, we tried our best to get it running here in the palace, it took several attempts and we watched all the 1 and 10 episodes in the first season, however we were not able to spot the character based on me, ‘twas really odd. Anyway we had the man in charge of the monitor put to mammoth stable duty!” Runa said, sounding oddly disappointed.
“As for the unified coronation duties I suppose that would be a honourable idea to strive for, while I cannot take a decision like that myself, I would be happy to bring it forward to His royal highness!” She said with a quick nod to the page that quickly took a step forward and filled everyone’s cup with tea.
“10 episodes? I believe you’ve accidentally missed two episodes, Royal Princess,” Yi-kyung said thanking the page as she accepted more of the pine tea, “I understand that the character based on yourself appears in a rather amusing and popular episode at the end of the first season, and well from that point forward they became a bit of a fan favourite with people from Aurora and Omsk,” the Malgravean said not touching on the unpopularity of her character in other places of Malgrave.
“I can’t imagine the filth involved in looking after a mammoth,” Eliot said with a minor chuckle as she thanked the server of the pine tea, even if she did feel an immense hatred towards the person for bringing her more of the foul liquid, “I am thankful to you for agreeing to bring such a recommendation before the High King. It is the opinion of the current government that more needs to be done to increase the connections that exist between the Crown Alliance members and what better to achieve that then through joint celebrations? It shall certainly give us something to do after the current gloom of these crisis is over.”
“Yes, speaking of while no official request of course has been made yet, the krigsmakt were seemingly planning to start off operations, would they be requested, with a parade, we are certain that the image of royal guardsmen in disciplined ranks ought to improve morale for your civilians would such an idea be approved. Similarly are we open to aid in any celebrations when victory has been assured, both in the terms of produce and entertainment would it be requested!”
“And yes, 1 and 10 episodes, not just 10 corret? As for mammoths, yes I have been told they do produce a lot of… spill, but since he managed to somehow get around the character based on me did that seem appropriate!” Runa pointed out with a curious look.
“I am quite certain that such an image would be quite welcome on the streets of Epping, as in recent years the image of a royal guardsman has seen a rather positive upswing with its honourable efforts to remove some of the rascals engaged in piracy and other such crimes from the region,” Eliot said with a smile, “We should also be open to Imerian entertainment and produce during such a celebration, especially entertainment as we are quite curious about the varieties of Imerian musical talents that could be offered.”
“You could also offer some of this refreshing pine drink,” Yi-kyung said speaking up on the matter with her cup in hand, “I wonder if any research has been conducted on the positive health benefits of such a drink,”
“...yes that would be a possibility,” Eliot said, although she was rather more uncertain about taking the drink to Malgrave, “As for the series it has two and ten? You are on episode twelve which I believe is titled food fight. It is quite a popular episode as I said before.”
“Ahhh, well that explains it… easy mistake to make I suppose… Though I must ask… why me of all people?”
“You?” Eliot said trying to figure out how best to frame the rest of her response, “I suppose you were seen as both an important figure in Imeriata and one that could be written in a positive and light-hearted framing to provide some entertainment to those watching it.”
“I know one of the other popular episodes does involve the construction of a jousting robot that ends up being rather overpowered in its capabilities,” Yi-kyung said referencing the second episode the character based on Runa was in, “It caused quite a surge of interest in jousting for a while within certain communities.”
“Just for a while?” Runa added in a shocked manner “But it is such a great sport! The glory, the thrill, the danger, the handsome lads and lassies in their painted armour!”
“Yes, a surge only lasts for a moment but its popularity has continued to grow in certain rural communities,” Eliot said talking for her counterpart, “It is quite a spectacle but one that perhaps needs a few more Imerians willing to cross over to teach it.”
“Very well, we should be able to get some champions over as part of the festivities. However, speaking of such things…” Runa said as a page appeared, like so many others of his line of work did he wear fine clothes hidden under a tabard, like most others were they in a silvery hue that shimmered when he walked and an eagle of gold embroidered over his chest. A quick nod was given to Runa and the rest of the Imerians.
“I do believe you had a formal request to make, His royal highness are willing to meet with you now!”
“It will be quite a joyous occasion to see such champions in action, Royal Princess,” Eliot said quite interested in seeing the Imerians in action, something about the joys of seeing the professionals in action spring to mind
“You are correct on that front, Royal Princess, although we consider ourselves quite fortunate to have been so warmly welcomed by yourself. We do have a mission though so we are ready to meet his Royal Highness now.” Yi-kyung said before she finished the remains of her pine tea.
“Yes, follow me if you would be so kind!” Runa said with a smile and started to walk away, the rest of the party parted and allowed the two Malgraveans to pass through before linking up behind them. Through winding corridors did she lead them, down from musty old painted walls and tapestries could one read the long and ancient history of the star crowned dynasty. There were warrior kings from the age of bronze, noble knights in armour, generals and statesmen from the expansion era and rulers from the modern one. Pictures of men in chariots stood tall and proud, as did men in robes of religious offices and even more modern ones. A more noteworthy exception was a tall bright smiling man atop a light tracklayer in full military regalia, behind him could one see a small village, not of Imerian design where ship after ship after ship laid anchor. Large massed ranks of infantry were marching out from the town with artillery, tracklayers, demi-tracklayers, lorries both armoured and not, horses, and of course aeroplanes and dragons. In the young smiling man’s hand was a sword held high and in his other a bear cub under his armpit. It was a fuzzy little thing with a very elongated nose, a bear from Björnland. Something that made it very clear that it was a painting of Harald auf Stjärnkhrone the eagle of the north. A major general in the northern front in the liberation of Björnland. The most successful one even. Around his tracklayer however could one see men and women in Scanderan civilian clothing that cheered and greeted their saviour.
Runa did however not stop, instead deciding to speed up her step when they passed the huge portrait that rose from floor to ceiling. But when they turned around a corner did they finally turn and see the large silver covered door. The door was flat and seemed to be polished enough to serve as a mirror. Only a large eagle made from gold was inlaid in the mirror door, it also had the same mirror quality on the few places feathers were not etched into the great eagle. Guards flanked the door, dressed in the by now familiar dark uniforms of the high guard. Their faces were impossible to read as they were covered by the faceguards hammered into the likeness of angelic faces. Their chests were similarly protected by a silver cuirass, upon it was an eagle etched however unlike other items were it not gilded. Their hands rested either on the swords on their hips as their left hands did or like their right hands held their long black KVG’s. On each rifle one could see individual scenes, of warriors, battles, hunts, and scenes from old tales and stories, each rifle individualised. However despite all the ornate decoration, despite the gold, despite the blue blood that flew in the veins of each of these men were there a certain deadliness to them. They stood tall and erect, their eyes unseen but one could feel them following you. Their limbs and joints seemed like springs just itching for a chance to flung into action and lay down the judgement of the heavens.
However instead of that did a page open the large door and another hall could be seen beyond, this one also tapestried and while no light came from the large windows that covered one of the walls due to the midday night that held the continent in its grasp, could one still see the stained windows hold images of great kings. The long hall continued, the same guards as the ones outside stood like statues in exact positions. At the end of the hall however rested what they had come for, a large throne seemingly made entirely from silver that towered above everyone and everything. Around it’s feet looking positively tiny compared to the massive throne stood men in uniforms of the guard, adjutants and officers alike. There were clerks from the various branches of government, mostly women from the internal affairs advisory but also some men from the military while there were several women in military blue dresses that marked them as rear adjutants and logistics personnel. There were also clerics, men in red robes stood next to a pair of men and women that were naked, some of them looked like they had been starved with thin limbs but protruding bellies A few others were women in black robes, their faces entirely hidden by silver masks and the rest of their heads were firmly enveloped by dark hoods. A small machine also paced around the foot of the throne, it was small in design, a box on wheels with a square head that moved suspiciously in the direction of the interlopers. However despite the clearly foreign design of the machine had a lot of care been taken with it clearly. It also wore a form fitted tunic of white embroidered with the eagle of gold on it, in federal military tradition did it’s right arm hold the rank of a low ranking adjutant dedicating it’s rank. However it’s left arm was covered from top to shoulder with the same rank knot that the king had, showing it as an adjutant attached to the high marshal of the krigsmakt. Similarly did a red cloak with a thin trimming of fur rest around where it’s shoulders were. A belt of fine leather had been carved for it but for what purpose a robot without trousers needed a belt was uncertain, most likely was it just there to keep it’s dagger of office and service revolver in place.
Above all this however sat a man, if one could call such an august figure a man. Dressed in white sea silk with silver cloth mixed into it did his clothes look very pearl like. Intricate knots covered his entire arms in gold and red. His boots were polished to a sheen and reached way up to his knees, and the more simplistic military knots of the guard decorated his hips. Around his shoulders rested a long cloak checkered in gold and white and draped by the white pelt of a snow lion on top. His face and head was mostly covered with a silver helmet, old and beyond the age of all countries represented combined. Only a thick mane of hair hang out beyond it, at places braided and small medallions and icons braided into it. Some were shimmering silver, others seemed to be made out of ivory or bone. The high king of the absolute royal federation, the master of more domains than one could shake a stick at, ruler of millions upon millions.
He sat tall and proud, and looked at the arrivals, at least facing them, whatever happened behind the face mask of his one could not tell.
“INTRODUCING THE DELEGATES OF THE UNITED KINGDOM OF MALGRAVE! JUNGFRAU ELIOT AUF REYMONT! DAUGHTER OF JULIA, DAUGHTER OF LYANNA, DAUGHTER OF SIXTINE! AND JUNGFRAU KYUNG AUF YI, DAUGHTER OF EUN-JI, DAUGHTER OF SEO-HYEON, DAUGHTER OF SU-JIN!” A page roared and the high king gave a quick nod in greeting.
“REJOICE! Thy stand before His royal Highness Primus rex Stjärnkhrone XIV silferföd by the grace of the gods high king of the absolute royal federation and divinely appointed ruler and unifier of the Scanderan races, the descendant of the first Imerian high kings especially and foremost Emanuel the first, Son of Oskar II, the son of Primus the XIIIth, the son of Emanuel the VIIth, the son of Gustav the IInd, the son of Anders the IIId, the carrier of the royal sword first carried by the demigod Belrion son of Bel, vanquisher of evil, Champion of life and light, defender of the living and vanquisher of the dead, liberator of slaves, breaker of chains, the protector of the federal crown jewels, the holder of the sword of Halmir and carrier of the enlightened torch of civilisation, patriarch of the noble house auf stjänkhrone, carrier of better and more important titles than the space Russians and the king of Old Tyrannia, Chief of chiefs, Shan of shans, Monarch of monarchs, Prince of princes, Crowned in steel, fire, and flowers. Flame of all flames, protector of the faith of the chronicles and the city of the burning rose and the arch cleric, leader of ritual and sacrifice, chosen of the fierce unconquerable sun and crowned in starlight, mortal protector of the faith of the two faced goddess and defender of her temples and chosen by all gods big and small. As well as the protector of the free city states of Ta’ka sha’mirias well as defender of Hungary and her regions and the realms as king of Imeriata and as such the king of salt, forest, river, and mountain, defender and autocrat of flodmarkerna, Sundet, Söderang, Söderberga, Innahafsarna, Aster öarna, Vast öarna, Sydvedian, Storfloden and the river king, king of Vedian and the duke protector of the mountains, Eple Halvøyn and lavlandet, king of Erathia and as that the duke of Ankea metsä and ruler of the thousand lakes, the lord and defender of Länsisola and Etelä-kentät, king of Karmanjaka over the ancient rivers river, from the ancient mountains mountain, king of Northern Taranakan, king of Izalta, king of Nordomark, and king of Andervel but also the righteous and lawful king of New felandia and the king emperor of Dajing, the duke of Sydvinland, Northern Venezue, Sthalinge, Gustavsland and Sjöland, The Shah of the crown states of Ta’ka sha’miri and the Padishah of all of Ta’ka sha’miri, The lord regent of the colony of Nova Imeriata, Imerian Africa, Angland, the two peninsulas of Tvaude and of Somalmark, The Grand duke of Suderland, The prince of Isarna, Salmo, judeheim and Khan of Salonia, Sultan king of Ramir, the Emir of Sandland and Jarl of Salywa and the free city of Krakborg and Styrfastning, defender and lord of the city of Arkham and Sirmera, and furthermore the ruler of the federal terretories of Vastermark and the northern iceplains and as such high chief of Isfalten and keeper of Sfartmård , By the right of the constitution of the protectorate leopridaeria prince defender of leopridaeria, the high lord of Kalmer, Salmoborg and Gaseborg, Lord of the countless cities and lands under his most blessed and righteous rule, the lord defender of Imerbürg, Coparborg, Vesiki, Sjöborg, Afrikas fastning, Erikasborg, Nova Imerbürg, Wein, Udeborg, Angborg, Ambir, Nya Landborg, Nymarksborg, Sorgerstad, Anderborg, Nordanstad, Kängruborg, Sthalstad, Kängruborg, Judeborg, Moskstad, Daji, Sajing, Ademarksborg, Salem, Söderhamn, Öborga, Dragograd, Gapur, Bor-zut and Táibĕi but as well the Enlightened Emperor of Nicksyllvania and as such the King of Leazus, Emperor of Helman, Grand Prince of Zeth, Emperor of Japan, Emperor of Jungria, Duke and king of Hornet-Kereburos, Despot of the Great North, Grand Duke of the Western Badlands, Master of the Southern Marshes, and the king of Dragkon and the wielder of the Holy Swords, the Demon Sword Kaos, the Holy Sword Nikkou, and the Greatsword of the Empire, Nickiller, Great Protector of the Helman Wall and Majino Line, also by the right of his birth high marshal of the royal guard and the Imperial commander of the Imperial nicksyllvanian army, the grand commander of the federal order of the golden sword and the Nicksyllvanian order, the knight commander of the order of the golden cross and the order of Africa, the lord commander of the colonial order, the high commander of the federal order of the silver rose and the order of Scandera, the Taranakan order and the Order of Vinland may his reign last until the end of time and may the empire and federation he rules stand even through the flames of the endtimes to protect all of his royal highness subjects!” The page roared, stopped and took a deep breath.
Runa and the rest of the people that had followed the Malgraveans each fell on their knees and bowed their heads before the throne.
Eliot and Yi-kyung followed the actions of those in the room, the Malgraveans fallen to their knees as they had been instructed to do so by the civil servant that had briefed them on Imerian customs prior to stepping foot in the country.
“Delegation from the united kingdom of Malgrave, our loyal subjects, you may rise!” The voice of the high king boomed out, through the room, it was a weird speech. He was not shouting yet the voice was loud and seemed to reverberate through the air itself. The ancient helmet turned to the side slightly as it bore it’s darkened eyes down upon the two diplomats.
“We were told you have come before us to request the aid of our warriors upon thy shores!” He said, similarly there were no shouting but despite the distance between them filled his voice the entire room.
Eliot’s eyebrow rose slightly at the mention of the word loyal subjects, but nevertheless the Foreign Minister stood and started addressing the reason for her presence in Imeriata, after all getting into a fight over a few small words wouldn’t serve anyone's interest.
“You are correct, your Royal Highness,” Eliot said her voice firm despite her displeasure of loud noises, “We have been unable to contact our fellow citizens in the Research Colony or indeed the Kouralian mainland, such tidings suggest that the predicted return of Grogar has occurred and so we request the aid of the Imerians to vanquish this evil and save our citizens from harm.”
Yi-kyung also rose, “If I may retrieve something from my pocket, your Royal Highness. I believe I have something that should showcase the severity of the evil that we are facing at this moment.”
“Show us, we are most curious to see what trinket you feel you need to display before uus for us to grant our armies in your defence!” The king said, the voice loud as before, however one could hear a hint of curiosity to it as he leaned forward. Similarly did a lot of men in uniform strain their necks as they also looked at the delegation before them.
“I am confident that your armies do not need this trinket to be victorious in battle, your Royal Highness,” Yi-kyung said as she withdrew a small holographic projector from her jacket before holding it before her and activating it.
When Yi-kyung activated the device those in the room would be able to see a holographic map of Kouralia and the Research Colony, typically a standard display for those familiar with the territory of the member states of the Crown Alliance, however, in addition to this one would be able to see a realm of darkness from the arrival of the black city and the dark magic that flowed from its vile creation,
“I thought it would be prudent for you to be able to see the source of the great evil that is now troubling our lands, your Royal Highness. It is this evil that has called us here today to ask for your noble assistance.” Yi-kyung said
“Yes… that seems to be about the extent of the corruption as far as we ourselves estimated!” the high king said with a nod, giving a wave with his hand and a woman, short of stature with black hair and dressed in the uniform of the technological advisory stepped forward with a huge painted map just for the location it was of the offended region but a large black circle had been painted in the middle filled with monsters of various kinds, similarly could one see fighters of the countries affected by the ring itself around it standing tall and proud. A glaring exception was the Malgravean fighters that on average only reached the chest of other fighters. But one could also see federal troops amongst the fighters in the blue, white, and gold of krigsmakten. There were some slight differences though as the federal version of the circle was larger than the Malgravean hologram, but there were also the normal sea monsters that had been painted in the ocean.
“We extrapolated our own version of what we expected the area to be from satellite photographs taken during the night and assumed the worst case scenario!” The woman explained as she gave the Malgravean map a second look.
“I assume your reports and readings are based on more up to date data and seems not as bad as we had feared!”
Yi-kyung looked at the map with great interest, such an item wasn’t just an example of the fine craftsmanship that still existed in Imeriata but also an example of how the Imerians were interacting with their adoption of more advanced pieces of technology and she made a note to inform her colleagues of her interactions when she returned home,
“You are quite correct, Comrade,” Yi-Kung said speaking to the technological advisor, “It is fortunate that satellite networks are still functioning and we’ve been able to maintain our view over the region, so this footage is actually live.”
Eliot nodded in agreement with her colleague before making some slight gestures to change the holographic display,
“We are quite glad that you’ve developed your own keen knowledge of the situation, your Royal Highness,” the Malgravean said before adding, “It is quite hard to see but initial displays showcase several vessels belonging to the Royal Navy that appear to be crippled, they’ve made no movements for several hours now and have been unable to be reached through communications for the same period of time.”
“In response we have dispatched the nearest fleet from Ilan to establish what is impacting the region, however, on this front we understand that the Imerian Navy could also be of assistance, your Royal Highness.”
“Of course, we will dispatch naval assets immediately, we have taken the liberty to already prepare for our troops to mobilise and be ready! We have several flying boats ready to both scout and prepare to extract any survivors would they need to!” The king spoke before looking at a man in the orange white uniform of the navy, however his orange markings made him a man of the air wing. He saluted quickly by striking his breast before he started to march out in firm but precise movements.
“As for troops, we will have 50 field armies mobilized and ready with naval infantry support to operate in the region under the command of His royal prince Björn auf Stjärnkhrone himself! The crown prince of our domains and our heir, he will be first into the fray with about 6 field armies as the first wave! We have already started to prepare for this when the situation began! Our troopers will start to ship out in a steady stream to avoid another magical wave to take out our naval capacities entirely! However we have a few things that need to be discussed. Firstly, we would like to purchase land within the United kingdom of Malgrave to serve as a naval base and supply depoy! We would prefer if we could make this permanent to ensure that the federation could provide aid in the future again! Would your government find this acceptable? We would of course pay for the land used in this manner and the base itself would be held if possible under the vassalage of the Malgravean crown if this is found acceptable! Secondly, it is common for the guard to hire locals if practical, would the united kingdom object to us hiring Malgravean personnel to support our actions?”
“If it is required our logistical facilities at our naval base on the territory of Ilan can be utilised by Imerian naval assets and that of your naval aviation, your Royal Highness,” Eliot said as she pondered the rest of the information put forward by the Imerian High King, “I do not have a military-attuned mind being a diplomat but I understand that the distance between locations in the region is quite large, and as always Malgrave remains on hand to support our esteemed friends in the Crown Alliance go about their duty.”
Yi-kyung meanwhile tackled the wider security situation, the Foreign Ministry official working out best how to describe the Malgravean situation to the High King.
“It is a rather tricky situation in Malgrave, your Royal Highness due to the history of our civil war,” the Malgravean explained, “It would be quite impossible for those with Malgravean citizenship to take up arms for a foreign state, although on this front I believe we’ve got something of an example to use that has proven itself to be quite useful.”
At that point Yi-kyung changed the holographic display, with the image changing to showcase a point of space on the Malgravean mainland.
“JFB Progress Hill is an area on the Malgravean mainland that is currently occupied by the Kouralian Armed Forces under a leasing agreement between our two nations, with security being handled jointly by Malgrave and Kouralia. I trust that a similar arrangement between Imeriata and Malgrave would be quite efficient, your Royal Highness.”
“The issue is one of standardisation, Federal warships are designed with federal military harbours in mind, a standardised pier is able to fit everything up to a super battleship as well as smaller vessels allowing for squadrons to dock without hesitation or need to think. Similarly are our own transportships designed with the same volumes in mind, while we can adapt is it a matter of expediency which would make it easier for us to build a harbour and facilities of our own, that is the reasoning why we suggested that liege would hold the land in vassalage of the Malgravean crown, not our own domains!” The high king explained. “However, would your crown prefer to host troops there as well would we agree to those terms, however some areas would for obvious reasons be forbidden for these people to enter, is that an acceptable counter offer for you too?”
“As for the issue of recruitment, is that the term of the legal documents? Your subjects are barred from ‘taking up arms for a foreign state’?”
“I was more thinking of the assets that have already been deployed, your Royal Highness. We do have facilities that can see to the refueling of these floating planes and our port facilities at Ilan were expanded recently to account for the increased size of certain Imerian warships,” Eliot said, noting the existence of the super battleships.
Yi-kyung meanwhile nodded in agreement with the High Kings assessment, “It would be quite understandable for certain areas of this base to be forbidden for non-Imerian personnel and I understand we share the same agreement with the Kouralians at JFB Progress Hill, your Royal Highness,” the Malgravean said before adding, “You are also correct. It would be quite impossible for a Malgravean to enlist or take up arms in the manner that I believe you are suggesting unless they possess some manner of dual citizenship.”
“Very well, such recruitment will not be carried out, until we can find a work around for such legal issues and until your crown will give it’s consent!” the high king said sounding a bit disappointed but with an accepting nod. “However if it is merely a citizenship is not an issue, we freely hand those out to whomever swear fealty to us and our lineage!” he added, truthfully. The federation despite it’s quick claim to Scanderan high culture and the supremacy of the Scanderan ways of things were far from what one would think of as a modern nation state. It was not built over some tribalistitic belonging to a nation, it was bound to it’s monarch and it’s monarch alone, being Scanderan, a member of the mel Sha’tuul, or any of the countless other peoples that made up the federation.
“But as for the harbour and staging area, we have a few places we have looked into as possible spots!” he continued with a quick nod as someone took out a map. Four locations were marked off. They were odd choices, far from the larger population centres but otherwise nonsensical from a quick look. However would one know the Imerian’s viewpoint and be more than well versed in the local geography to an almost insane level were they picked for partially defensive positions as they held a great opportunity to send off naval threats incoming to Malgrave itself, however more oddly were they also chosen for their close location to woodlands and river mergers with oaks. Both important religious places for Scanderan belief as well as access to large hills that could uninterruptedly overlook sunset and sunrise as was a good symbol for those aligned to the holy sun. The two faced goddesses however were the least nature oriented of the three religions so it mattered very little to her. All in all were they places of great magical potential and of religious ritualistic value as well as how great their defensive value would have.
“It is perhaps something that could be sorted out during the planned meeting of the Crown Alliance, your Royal Highness,” Eliot said remembering the earlier planned meeting between Kouralia, Malgrave and Imeriata, “Malgrave does have joint-citizenship arrangements with the Dornalian Republic and I imagine that such a thing could be arranged between ourselves and the rest of the Crown Alliance which would permit this troop arrangement that you mentioned earlier.”
Yi-kyung looked at the list with a smile, “You have picked some rather sturdy locations, your Royal Highness. We shall have to ensure that these locations don’t interfere with any planned expansions of any MalTra facilities, however, I am quite confident that we’ll be able to come up with a suitable agreement considering their distance from any major population centre. Furthermore we’ll have to coordinate the construction of suitable religious and other civic structures near this planned base, so that Imerians that happen to travel outside the immediate area can still attend religious festivals, eat food from their homeland or enjoy some entertainment. It is something that we’ve implemented with the civil restaurants near Progress Hill as they now serve a Kouralian-friendly menu in addition to the usual Malgravean fare.”
“Intriguing, we would hand such details over to the holy chronicles, and the temples of the two faced goddess and the unconquerable sun!” He said with a nod before his silver covered head turned to one of the women in black, their own faces obscured by masks in a similar material.
“I do however believe some secrecy in construction would be required from the temple of Ishiri!” He asked as the woman bowed and took a step forward.
“Indeed my royal highness, it is an honour that my royal highness would bring it to attention!” She said before turning to the Malgraveans. “Our temples are hidden in secrecy and only those initiated in the inner mysteries may be privy to any secrets known to the divine One, we assume that we should be allowed to build our temples with such requirements in mind?” She asked.
“I see no reason to interfere with your religious customs, as I trust the building will be safe and secure we can allow a certain amount of secrecy in their construction,” Eliot said replying to the religious figure.
“It should be quite a simple affair, your Royal Highness. It is recognised that the Imerians are perhaps the most trustworthy people in Mystria, so once a formal agreement can be agreed between our two states I trust that it can form the foundation of a new era of prosperity for both the Imerian and Malgravean peoples.”
“We are hopeful for such a future as well and hope that we can discuss such things at the victory of our troops here in Imerbürg!!” The high king said with a nod “We would of course need more time to prepare our troops however we can directly deploy five field armies with more to come, this will include the royal crown prince himself and his second army which will serve as the overall command of federal troops in both your domains and in Kouralia, We expect that this will serve to your full satisfaction! If that is so will we be able to extend an open hand of friendship and launch the operation we have named; ‘operation open hand’!”
“We are incredibly thankful for such assistance during our troubles, your Royal Highness,” Yi-kyung said bowing slightly as a sign of thanks, “I must recommend a slight change in the name of this operation, however, as it would clash with a previous engagement conducted by the Royal Navy and make archiving rather troublesome. I do suggest an alternate name such as Operation Sollicitus or Operation Instancabile? Sollicitus means meticulous and careful while instancabile means indefatigable.”
“If you would excuse our feigned ignorance, you said that your royal navy carried out an operation with that name before, might we inquire what that operation was?” The high king said with a chuckle going through the gathered crowd.
“I understand it was a military operation against those involved in the slave trade, your Royal Highness,” Yi-kyung said undeterred by the action of the crowd, “...a rather sad but paragon-worthy cause considering the suffering involved in such an uncivilised practice, so based on that understanding it would be more prudent to select a different name for the operation like Operation Instancabile or perhaps another Imerian suggestion?”
The room went deadly quiet at those words where it had been filled with gay chuckles before. Some awkward coughs could be heard as the high king stiffened and rose up. The older people in the room could be seen rolling their eyes if they felt they could get away with it but one could see frowns and hints of annoyance on the eyes of the younger members.
“Don’t accuse Primus of being a slaver, he hates that!” Runa hissed in a low voice as she dolted near the Mals, dropping all formality in her whisper.
Primus stood up for a moment, his facial expression hidden behind his mask before he slowly and deliberately sat down again, however even then could one see his hands grasping the armrests of the chair firmly.
“I..:” he began before taking a deep breath. “We intended for the name to be a political move, a way to remind the world that so often forgets, that no matter the cause, no matter the slight, Our domains will always be on the side of justice and good, no matter what has been done to us!” He said, a hint of anger still there in his voice. “That is why it will stick, furthermore are your suggestions not in line with our official naming conventions for our operations!” a statement that was technically true, the federation lacked any form of naming conventions in most cases after all, operations name included.
Yi-kyung fought off the urge to roll her eyes in response, the Imerians were known to have quite the flair for the dramatic but bringing up an anti-slavery operation and then getting annoyed at the first mention of slavery was certainly a tactic that the Malgravean hadn’t heard for some time,
“I wasn’t aware that the Imerians had a strict naming convention for their operations, your Royal Highness,” Yi-kyung said pausing as she considered her words, “In that case in order to respect the official naming conventions of our close Imerian friends while avoiding any potential archiving problems I suggest that this mission is referred to as Operation Open Heart, such a name signifies the opening up of bonds between our two peoples and showcases the good nature of the Imerian assistance.”
Eliot meanwhile simply bowed to the High King slightly before speaking, although she was rather confused as to why the Imerian was so angry, “It would seek as a point of bonding between our two people, your Royal Highness. A heart is a powerful symbol after all.”
“We must admit, we feel ourselves that the potential propaganda points scored for the federation by reminding everyone that despite your own attack on our forces would we still be willing to come to your aid according not only our obligations but also in defence of all that is good, which serves as a potent reminder that our domains is first and foremost a champion of good and flamelight upon the world, massively outweighs any potential in Malgravean archevical duties, especially since you could easily solve it by placing the name of our domains before the operation in parentheses when discussing how our lads were bravely putting their lives on the lines to save your people!” The king said firmly, raising his eyebrow a bit under his helmet. Despite his willingness to send countless people off to war to save these people at the cost of their lives, the Malgraveans were as headstrong and ungrateful as ever he noted.
“I feel that any of these potential propaganda points would be squandered if people were needlessly reminded of a time when the Imerians actively engaged in the uncivilised practice of slavery or that the Malgravean Navy was once involved in a fierce interception campaign against the Imerians due to our efforts to stamp out the cruel practice of slavery, your Royal Highness,” Yi-kyung said equally firm, “It is why we have suggested a series of alternate names so that the Imerians may receive the propaganda value of this operation while avoiding a callback to unsavoury times.”
“You are operating under the assumption that people remember that very fact and bring up that very fact constantly, whenever a royal guardsman stand tall and proud against evil it is brought up, whenever a royal and federal navy vessel take out one of the accursed scoundrels, whenever our glorious flag flies over land now purged of it’s taint is that old sin brought up!” The king countered bitterly, his voice taking on a sour tone.
“However, that is our sin to bear, and ours to repent for!” He continued with a tired sigh.
“We are however willing to compromise, what would you suggest you are offering in return for us changing the name?”
“Offer?” Eliot said
“You seem very keen on us changing the name even if as explained we feel like our political interests are best served with keeping the name, as a name it has no negative impact on the conflict, and historically it seems very unlikely to have such. As a result we feel that our state has very little incentive to do so, as a result, we are willing to change it but we would want a token of your good faith in return to show that you are as willing to compromise as we are, as such we are willing to offer you this bargain; When interacting with Imerian equals and superiors in rank as determined by military protocols will Imerian salutes be used!”
“I remember that your earlier feigned ignorance in reaction to issues surrounding the name Operation Open Hand was found to be quite amusing, your Royal Highness. It suggests that this name was selected due to the fact you’d knew that we would object, a movement to gain such concessions as the Imerian salute? Curiosum,” Yi-kyung said idly tapping her leg as she spoke, “I don’t believe such behaviour should be rewarded with offers of false compromise or it would certainly send out a bad signal for future negotiations and I don’t think anyone would want that, especially as we look forward to deepening the bonds between the Crown Alliance and extending quite a fair bit of welcoming treatment to Imerian religious organisations that will be supporting this proposed military base.”
“You are mistaken, it was chosen for two reasons, the first is the previously mentioned symbolic meaning and the propaganda points that would come with it, the second and equally important was not to get you argumentative, it was chosen for the simple reason that we assumed you would be somewhat embarrassed, that is about as far as the plans for that went! Our assumption was some stammering and some quick glances at the floor! preferably would a similar reaction also be achieved at the victory celebrations! Jungfrau you make us out to be quite more a villain than we are!”
“A villain? I wouldn’t ever suggest that Imeriata in its current state was suitable to play the role of a villain, your Royal Highness. I simply suggested that the name Operation Open Hand was offered with rather bad intentions, something you refer to as embarrassment but an incident that those advising you would certainly understand could lead to a more complex disagreement that could be used to gain concessions in return for the abandonment of this rather unsavoury name,” Yi-kyung said in a determined tone, “I recommend that we pass over this issue by simply selecting one of the alternate names that we proposed earlier, as this apparent issue of salutes can be adequately dealt with by the appropriate local commanders I don’t see a need to offer some apparent bargain in return for something that should be offered to avoid embarrassing an ally.”
“Very well, if you officially petition for us to change the name we will take it under consideration!” Primus said with a heavy sigh as he waved his hand waiting for the request to be made. After all he had offered them a quick out and he was not unreasonable but he was still a monarch and just bending for foreign arguments were not a thing that regal dignity allowed.
“It is a satisfactory arrangement, your Royal Highness,” Yi-kyung said with a bow and a small smile, “I do believe that concludes the major business behind our presence here today.”