Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 8:56 pm
Ignore, copied by accident!
Because sometimes even national leaders just want to hang out
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Claanyad wrote:Grand Nicholia wrote:"Get those runaways! There are two girls on the run throughout the palace! Bring the marked one to me dead, bring the Crown Princess to be to the Elephant room!" yelled the Guard into a walkie talkie to the Guards. By marked one he meant Aya. And By Elephant Room he meant the room Aya was in. The Crown Princess to be could be charged with treason. The Guards could act as they please as the Royal Family was not near. He could have Corhana shot dead if he wanted. If the Crown Prince was here, he would of defended his Fiance faithfully and the King would have Corhana pardoned. The Guard acted as Guard, judge, and executioner all at the same time. He wanted Aya dead, Corhana locked in a room with communication to the outside world. He would not care if it would cause an international incident! He and his guards chased them down the hall, and eventually gave permission to shoot tranquilizer darts at them. As they ran down the hall they eventually reached the back door, where Corhana made the decision to.....
Corhána tried to open the door, but it was locked. As the guards came closer to her, she shouted, but it seemed indistinct. No, it was Clányan. She was shouting to no-one in particular in Clányan, a language foreign to Nicholia. She continued shouting, not really thinking about what she was shouting about, just shouting instinctively. She felt a dart hit her in the neck, and her shouting trailed off, as her mind went blank and she fell to the ground.
The Deplorable King Nicholas XVI.
So, we agree to allow your son to marry my daughter, we form a coalition with you, we fight a war to assist your people, and I send my beśafad - my sworn ally - to danger at the hands of those ruthless barbarians and what do you do? What you do is you send my Generals meaningless commands, all written in codes which need not exist, tell them different information to send them into disarray, you torture innocent people, and what's more, you now presumably hold my daughter captive. I am her father - I know her words, and if I have to fly over there to slap you around the head with "Cílányane for Dummies" to get you to understand us, then so be it!
This is an affront to all we believe in, and we hold dearly to what we believe in! I am not amused by your antics!
I shall tell you what you will do - you shall release my daughter back to me, annul the wedding plans, and this 'Áya' whom you are trying to kill - you will take her to our care. I am sure that Abiottis would like to have their princess back. And if you do not comply with all of these demands, then we shall declare war - siding with those Abiottis gyeŧat cofadgeŧ if we have to!
You have forty-eight hours.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
We have arrived at your coastline. Permission to land?
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The Deplorable King Nicholas XVI.
So, we agree to allow your son to marry my daughter, we form a coalition with you, we fight a war to assist your people, and I send my beśafad - my sworn ally - to danger at the hands of those ruthless barbarians and what do you do? What you do is you send my Generals meaningless commands, all written in codes which need not exist, tell them different information to send them into disarray, you torture innocent people, and what's more, you now presumably hold my daughter captive. I am her father - I know her words, and if I have to fly over there to slap you around the head with "Cílányane for Dummies" to get you to understand us, then so be it!
This is an affront to all we believe in, and we hold dearly to what we believe in! I am not amused by your antics!
I shall tell you what you will do - you shall release my daughter back to me, annul the wedding plans, and this 'Áya' whom you are trying to kill - you will take her to our care. I am sure that Abiottis would like to have their princess back. And if you do not comply with all of these demands, then we shall declare war - siding with those Abiottis gyeŧat cofadgeŧ if we have to!
You have forty-eight hours.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
To His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Claanyad,
I am saddened by your decisiveness to call off our alliance. I wish for you to end your deadline. I will let you know that I never gave any orders to imprison your daughter. The person who did shall be stripped of their position. Your daughter shall be released on the conditions that the wedding plans be reinstalled and that your participation in this war continue. You can have Aya if you agree to the terms above. Accept our terms please.
Sincerely,
His Excellent Majesty, Nicholas XVI
"Mother Mary, you know that I am a righteous man, Yet you curse me with lust. Why is it that I desire the young lady?! Oh mother of the Son of Heaven, answer me so! Will I ever escape this curse!? I cry from the deepest abyss! Answer me!" cried the Archbishop of Arras as kneeled in front of a statue of Mary. He imagined a hundreds of angels coming from basilica and floating him. He imagined them chanting "Fix this now!" "Get out of this mess!" He replied back to his imaginary figures by saying "It's not my fault! Its the witch who set this flame! How can our savior make the Devil so much stronger than a man?!" He imagined the Angels coming closer to him and he yelled out "I'll get myself out of this! I promise! I will subdue the devil!" The Angels of his mind came closer and he threw an altar bell at them and screamed "Jut give me more time!" The Angels disappeared after he threw the altar bell. The Archbishop now became determined to kill Travvy.
The Archbishop later decided to poison Travvy by sending her a bottle of Sparkling water that contains arsenic and other poisonous goods. He told a servant to hand it to Travvy and tell her it was from the Duke of Cremonia, Jorge Dellovas. It was a daring plan. He had a hitman prepare to carry her body away and bury her. The Archbishop waited for all the hours.
Azi Altul wrote:"Mother Mary, you know that I am a righteous man, Yet you curse me with lust. Why is it that I desire the young lady?! Oh mother of the Son of Heaven, answer me so! Will I ever escape this curse!? I cry from the deepest abyss! Answer me!" cried the Archbishop of Arras as kneeled in front of a statue of Mary. He imagined a hundreds of angels coming from basilica and floating him. He imagined them chanting "Fix this now!" "Get out of this mess!" He replied back to his imaginary figures by saying "It's not my fault! Its the witch who set this flame! How can our savior make the Devil so much stronger than a man?!" He imagined the Angels coming closer to him and he yelled out "I'll get myself out of this! I promise! I will subdue the devil!" The Angels of his mind came closer and he threw an altar bell at them and screamed "Jut give me more time!" The Angels disappeared after he threw the altar bell. The Archbishop now became determined to kill Travvy.
The Archbishop later decided to poison Travvy by sending her a bottle of Sparkling water that contains arsenic and other poisonous goods. He told a servant to hand it to Travvy and tell her it was from the Duke of Cremonia, Jorge Dellovas. It was a daring plan. He had a hitman prepare to carry her body away and bury her. The Archbishop waited for all the hours.
Travvy awoke, in the midst of the night, with the maid shaking her.
"Come, young one! The archbishop is planning to kill you!" Travvy's eyes grew wide, and she bolted up from her cot. Her red hair was in a tangle, and her arms were sore from the beating the twisted man had given her the previous night. Luckily, she had an ally in the heathen lands, so she wasn't completely alone. She felt a mix of terror and excitement, and she quickly grabbed for her cloth shirt. The archbishop had forbidden her to sleep clothed. He had never touched her, in that sense, but she knew he hungered for her. She had grown used to men desiring her, but had always used violent tactics to avoid being cornered. She had thought herself safe, when she took Azan as a husband, but she had foolishly left the Altan camp and gotten captured. She had failed, in her attempts to escape evil men, but she would not let them break her. Travvy had fought the archbishop tooth and nail, and now she was going to escape him.
No, not escape. Kill. She was going to rip that slimy piece of shit's balls off and feed them to him. Finally wearing her shirt, Travvy walked quietly out of the room with the nurse. There was a guard sitting by, with his head down, snoring lightly. The maid held a finger to her lips, shushing her, but Travvy ignored her. The guard had a knife on his belt, and Travvy stole it. It would come in handy. She jammed it into the guard's knee, and clapsed his mouth shut with her fingers, giving him her warmest smile.
"Good morning, sweetie! How's your nap?" She tried to give a girlish giggle."Sorry to interrupt you, but I need some help. Please, can I have that gun? Thanks!"
She took the knife from the man's knee, and jammed it into his throat. When he had bled out completely, she removed the knife, and took his gun. It was a small handgun, but it should suffice if she needed it. She ripped a piece of cloth from her dress, and tied the gun to her waist. The maid looked at her with a mild fear, but she soon calmed down. She understood the necessity. They walked slowly and quietly, eventually crouching behind a corner a few feet away from the guard's main chambers. There were seven of them in there, at the moment, and the archbishop was nowhere to be seen. She'd take the guards out, quietly, and get the archbishop later.
Corhána captured. Grand Nicholia to blame. Emperor angered. Tense relations presently.
The Ungrateful King Nicholas XVI.
That does not change the truth - you have proven yourselves incompetent at every turn, and the details of exactly where my daughter is is still an issue. On my honour as a member of House Cívereś, the House of my ancestor, Getúmen Cecadoran, you shall return her and Aya, and the wedding shall be called off, no matter what candied Anglo Saxon words you will prefer to use. As for our involvement in the war, it shall only need to be seen.
We shall not extend or drop our deadline. You have thirty hours now to deliver both women to Clányad, and if you do not reach this deadline, then we shall consider other means.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
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The Ungrateful King Nicholas XVI.
That does not change the truth - you have proven yourselves incompetent at every turn, and the details of exactly where my daughter is is still an issue. On my honour as a member of House Cívereś, the House of my ancestor, Getúmen Cecadoran, you shall return her and Aya, and the wedding shall be called off, no matter what candied Anglo Saxon words you will prefer to use. As for our involvement in the war, it shall only need to be seen.
We shall not extend or drop our deadline. You have thirty hours now to deliver both women to Clányad, and if you do not reach this deadline, then we shall consider other means.
Most ungratefully,
Emperor Cacsus VII Cecerv Cívereś
To The dishonourable pig who calls himself an Emperor,
May wisdom ever elude you! The wedding plans shall be called off, but not in your way... Your daughter shall be slaughter like the swine she is! (She probably got her swine look from YOU) Aya shall be killed as well, in the original fashion. This is a formal declaration of WAR! But, I will give you something. I will send you Corhana's heart in a finely carved wooden box, expect it soon....
From Your Superior, Nicholas XVI
GRAND NICHOLIA DECLARED WAR STOP DEFEND AGAINST THEM IF NEED BE STOP KEEP TROOPS SAFE STOP
To all citizens of the realm.
We have been declared war upon by a vicious outside force. Though it appears we are still at war with Abiottis, now those fools in Grand Nicholia have decided to keep my daughter, doing Yúrh knows what to her, and have formally declared war on us. Many of us are already there, and whether they will find out in time about the Nicholians and their antics, I do not know.
What I do know is clear - that this grand Empire is now at war with Nicholia. As such, we shall not back down until the Sons and Daughters of Clányad are returned to the motherland.
We shall fight to honour, and to the death if we have to.
We shall win this war.
Maho gota Aeðe Śolán!
The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,As of this date in the eyes of our glorious gods and in the name of my family's legacy, with all intent to honor our unbreakable alliance with the Empire of Claanyad, I with the the military might of Balashov, hereby order you to cease and desist your actions that caused this split of the Coalition, or face the consequences. Any other response will mean the full declaration of war from the Royal Kingdom to your conflict-ravaged nation. I, out of the goodness of my heart, urge you to take my offering of peace to avoid the further bloodshed of man. You, sir, have led the coalition astray for too long. You have poked the bear, and we have finally awoken. I, for the last time, suggest that you take our offering of peace. Any other actions will be seen as an act of war, and will be dealt with accordingly.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
1ST ROYAL FLEET HRS ZURI THE GREAT - DO NOT CHANGE COURSE - HOWEVER CHANGE IN PLANS - NICHOLIAN TENSIONS INCREASED - NICHOLIA DECLARES WAR ON CLAANYAD - KING RESPONDS BY DECLARING WAR ON GN - RELAY MESSAGE TO ADMIRAL BURGIAK OF NORTHERN FLEET - WAIT FOR FURTHER WORD UPON ARRIVAL
The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,
As of this date in the eyes of our glorious gods and in the name of my family's legacy, with all intent to honor our unbreakable alliance with the Empire of Claanyad, I with the the military might of Balashov, hereby order you to cease and desist your actions that caused this split of the Coalition, or face the consequences. Any other response will mean the full declaration of war from the Royal Kingdom to your conflict-ravaged nation. I, out of the goodness of my heart, urge you to take my offering of peace to avoid the further bloodshed of man. You, sir, have led the coalition astray for too long. You have poked the bear, and we have finally awoken. I, for the last time, suggest that you take our offering of peace. Any other actions will be seen as an act of war, and will be dealt with accordingly.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
To His Irrelevancy, King Zuri I
I accept your pitiful peace! You may leave this conflict now, as the tensions have escalated far beyond. Again I accept your peace for the good of mankind, you pagans!
From His Excellent Majesty, Nicholas XVI
The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,My dear Nicholas, you continue to disrespect and insult the great Kingdom of Balashov. I am also aware of the fact that you have Princess Corhana in your prison and intend on executing her. Your idiotic and rash thinking has torn away the only allies you had in your attempts to stop an invasion. The combined forces of Claanyad and Balashov will soon enter your excuse for a country and remove you from power. I am sorry you are unable to see the light in the world and I am sorry that you continue to plunge your nation into the pits of hell. I stress again - you and your idiotic way of approaching things will result in your demise.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
The Royal Kingdom of Balashov
Office of his Glory, King Zuri I
Official Communications Log
"Long live his Glory, the King"
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TO: Kingdom of Grand Nicholia, King Nicholas XVI
CC: The Royal Broadcasting Station of Balashov
FROM: Royal King of Balashov, his Glory, King Zuri I
SUBJECT: Declaration of War
ENCRYPTION: NONE
Nicholas,
My dear Nicholas, you continue to disrespect and insult the great Kingdom of Balashov. I am also aware of the fact that you have Princess Corhana in your prison and intend on executing her. Your idiotic and rash thinking has torn away the only allies you had in your attempts to stop an invasion. The combined forces of Claanyad and Balashov will soon enter your excuse for a country and remove you from power. I am sorry you are unable to see the light in the world and I am sorry that you continue to plunge your nation into the pits of hell. I stress again - you and your idiotic way of approaching things will result in your demise.
King Zuri I of the royal Vladengrad family
Glorious Ruler of the Royal Kingdom of Balashov
To His Irrelevancy, King Zuri I
May wisdom ever elude you! Your arrogance shall not be tolerated! You want war, HERE IT IS! You shall fail as not only will I attack you, the Robotic Alliance will also attack you. I have a trick up my sleeve that you will not expect....
From,
Your Superior, Nicholas XVI
To, The Overview of Abbiotis
In light of the dis formation of the Coalition, I request peace. You can negotiate terms, but I require one. I wish to join your alliance so that we may fight Claanyad and his coalition. Not only will we overpower them, I would accept my son marrying Aya! Please accept our terms.
Sincerely,
Nicholas XVI, King of Grand Nicholia
Claanyad wrote:
"How or why would I do that? I am asking you not to subject my father, whom I love dearly, to mental torture, and instead reassure him of my safety, and you accuse me of manipulating you?" She sincerely did not want to manipulate the Crown Prince, but she felt that if he did not believe her, then she would dislike him all the more, "Remember, it was your father who declared war on us and ordered my imprisonment, not mine. My father has fought with Grand Nicholia, allying ourselves with your interests and trying to help your nation - please do not accuse me of plotting. I would never do such a thing."