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Fortress of Obsidian, Ov'tksa Stonthros'kai [Semi-Open|MT]

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Fortress of Obsidian, Ov'tksa Stonthros'kai [Semi-Open|MT]

Postby Yalottska » Sun Nov 08, 2015 12:51 am

They knew her as the Sun Goddess, or the Eyuka’J’ai Thasal’Tha as she was called in their unique and strange tongue. Her will was that of the stars themselves, and within her soft pair of innocent, shimmering brown eyes lay a savage power nonpareil amongst the nations of man. Ten billion persons bowed their heads in complete and utter obeisance to her, their mistress of heaven, the wave of whose hands could conjure waves of fanatical Zeikla Guardsmen, sash sporting warriors with skills honed in the most savage of colonial conflicts. She was the crown jewel of the Su’ayuka K'tozza Karod'tza, the Yalottskii Empire.

Her fanatical soldiers brushed through dense jungle grove, scaled perilous mountains, bitterly struggled against savages of all shapes and creeds. Her fleets sailed in every sea, her colonial officers spoke every language, her allies spanned every great region on earth. For, in the eyes of her people, she was the Empress of all that there was, and all that ever would be. They rose her banner across exotic, foreign lands she had never heard of, forged alliances with unknown kingdoms. Built railroads, colonies, cities, and all else in their love of motherland and mother empress.

The great nations of Ganosia, Ghant, and Nihon stood as her proud allies in the winds of time, shaping destiny by the combined forces of arms and dedication. Their combined zeal in eliminating the scourges of communism, fascism, totalitarianism left no corner of the world safe from her vengeful wrath. And without hesitation, her ministers of finance, war, and governance obeyed her commands swiftly without delay or question, not daring to defy or incur the wrath of her imperial majesty. Already she had earned herself the title "K'tozza Slavhskta," Empire slayer.

And she was not yet fourteen.


* * *


Clouds gently flitted over the land of Yalottska, unheard and undisturbed by all who inhabited this earth, only seen. They swayed in a gentle manner, an epic ballet of epic proportions, too slow for men to grasp the true beauty of. It was as though the pain of mankind, the wars, famines and acts of brutality that men inflict upon one another in petty anger and rage, were beneath them, trivial. The busy city of Ju’tozzo was forever buzzing, roaring with life and excitement, but the clouds moved as they always had, unimpeded.

But little Princess Kenna gazed in gentle, simple awe at this celestial dance, her large, brown eyes widened in a perpetual look of joy as she lazily lay upon her back, her arms and fingers outstretched. And for these moments, she cared not that her dress was getting soiled, or that she would likely be scolded by her governess the moment she went back home; she wanted nothing more than to pluck these heavenly masses and eagerly shove them into her outstretched mouth like one might consume a clump of cotton-candy.

Water features and tiny bridges, many almost as old as history itself, adorned the historic Imperial garden of the holy, imperial city of Ju’tozzo. Lush groves of beautiful bushes and the pale white softness of the cherry blossom made for a canvas of beauty unmatched anywhere else on earth. Those fortunate enough to gaze at its sacred groves likened it to “Nama Tora Ke’koa,” or Heaven on Earth. So much history, so much natural beauty, so many pieces of fine engravings and stone work and yet the girl was interested in the clouds.

Kenna had, upon her infantile shoulders, the burden of an entire nation. She was a symbol of millions of faithful Yalottskii, most of whom absolutely adored, and many who would die for, her. She was more than a monarch; she was the hope of a people overcoming the tragedy of the past century of persecution and torment. But even she was human, had basic, childish notions of fun and joy. Even she, beneath her well-rehearsed photo shoots and appearances in formal attire and meticulous makeup, enjoyed the simpler joys of life.

When the strain of her responsibilities ever felt to be too much for her to bear, Kenna simply went to the garden, alone, to gaze deep into the sky. And though she did not know its name and could not see its face, the sky in its boundless freedom became Kenna's great lover, something--someone she could always love unconditionally. Rain or shine, pelting hail or torrid heat, she could never find fault in the world above our own. She could only lie, dumbfounded, with wonder.

How was it that she could be so powerful...and yet so powerless?

Kenna !” It was her governess, Jakataii. “Kenna ! Where are you? You’ll be late!”

Kenna was suddenly hoisted from her serene daydream, back into the real world where she felt the gentle grass pressed against her back and the dart upon her arms and legs. Her governess was frantically pacing the garden, calling her name repeatedly in an effort to rally the girl into action.

“Kenna ! Kenna !”

“I’m coming, Jakataii,” Kenna cried back, sitting up.


* * *


Kenna was having her body touched, painted, and sculpted by a veritable army of craftsmen, painters, and fashion designers flown in from the far corners of the earth. They want after her with untamed ferocity, setting about to their work without considering the humanity or flesh of their subject; they had been hired to regard her as a piece of art, and so they did. No inch of her body, no sliver of skin or flesh was left uncoated or unpowdered. She imagined herself a massive, breathing canvas, a unique art experiment for them all.

When she stood, she felt the tremendous pressure of hundreds of gold trinkets hanging off her body, and only through years of careful, meticulous training was she able to navigate her way through the palace corridors gracefully in her cumbersome, garish costume. Upon her head, a fearsome sculpture of the Huaneattennii Hound, guardian of the Yalottskii people, had been carved from marble and set ever so carefully upon her head. Her blue silken garments flowed gently around her dainty feet as the jingling of so much gold trickled down the halls.

Today, naturally, was an important day for both her and the empire. In actuality, she had no real power; that was left up to the prime minister, Ayamai Ku'zzoakeitta, who was a firm believer in high taxes, high spending, and bellicose foreign policy. She was truly the leading factor of the Empire's success, but that mattered little. Ayamai Ku'zzoakeitta was content enough to see the Empire prosper and grow, and so it did. And so she micromanaged and planned every moment of Kenna's life, including this day itself, where Kenna would have her coming of age ceremony. This would represent, for the Empire, the legitimization of their Empress and thus Ayamai's permanent appointment.

On a Yalottskii woman's fourteenth birthday, she is given her true name, and told to cast off the name she once went by. Kenna would, in the presence of the nation's many allies and colonial subjects, kneel before the great Fire-dancers, prophets of the Feyaissii faith and humbly submit to have her name, and thus her identity, shaped for the rest of her life. Understandably, as she stepped before the mighty host assembled, she felt somewhat intimidated, and her legs shook with anticipation with each step she took.

She was nearing the altar...

* * *


"Do you, Kenna Yunskathatta, abide by the ways of your forefathers, pledge to uphold the Yalottskii tongue and worship the Feyaissite faith? To submit yourself to the needs of your people and to do what you must in the way of Thasal'tha, the Sun and God? Do you Swear to put the great nation of Yalottska, and her interests, before your own and lay your selfishness before the Empire so that it may prosper and survive?"

"I do," Kenna nodded.

Zkaiboto Kennoskii, the head Fire Dancer, glared deep into her eyes for every moments as his crown of flame flickered. Every breath was bated as his soul reached for the name of his great next Emperor. Kenna stopped breathing, eager, anticipating what was about to happen.

"You are beautiful, like the moon itself, gracing those around you with your compassion and simplicity," he began to mumble. "You have demonstrated a great level of maturity and emotional intelligence in matters regarding the state and power relations. You have submitted yourself to responsibilities without perks, and have shown that you are capable of great sacrifice."

Kenna continued to kneel, hardly daring to look up.

"Like the moon itself, you are. And which is why I have chosen for you, the name, Syuoka!"

And so it was. Kenna was dead and Syuoka had been born in her stead. And nothing would be the same.

* * *


Syuoka had no time to change into less formal attire before the reception began and she was forced to meet and greet her well-wishers, guests, and good friends in this event. Naturally, she had to bear and grin despite being tired, exhausted, anxious, and entirely sweaty. She also had to get used to her new name which felt like a mismatched glove. She simply wasn't used to it yet; it had after all, only been a few minutes, and she could not be expected to adapt so quickly.

She was moving to greet the next throng of guests, some Sultans from her Arabic colonies, when she overheard the Prime Minister, Ayamai Ku'zzoakeitta, and Yupik Manikatskii, the head of the nation's notorious special forces, hissing at one another. Curious, she stopped for a few moments, feigning a wave at some passerby when she overheard their rapid, angry chatter.

"Yes, I assure you that the Vhong'kai rebels have been amassing on the southern borders of Vykkoshkatt province," Manikatskii hissed. "The Ven'tukoi socialists have likely made a pact with them, and we stand to lose the southern jungles of our nation if we don't deploy counter-terror units immediately."

"I will not have you deploying our already-stretched-thin military forces on a wild goose hunt!" She sipped from her glace, glanced around her, and continued. "The Ve'ntukoi fell apart when I had their ring-leader, Svovakta, sent to the gulags. They no longer have a powerful leader to rally behind!"

"There are...rumors....of a new leader" Mainikatskii hesitantly relayed. "They called him Selos Manikato, the Devil of Righteousness." Their forces have been slowly amassing behind his banner, slowly but steadily."

But before Syuoka could hear more, she was greeted by just the person she wanted to see.


If you wish for a character to interact with, at least for the naming ceremony, feel free to take your pick from this list below. For obvious reasons, I'd like you to TG me first, to interact with Syuoka [formerly Kenna] or Ayamai, as they will both be critical to the storyline. Otherwise, these characters are open for your interaction.

    Ayamai Ku'zzoakeitta--The Acting Regent
    Syuoka Yunskathatta--Last Surviving Imperial Princess (after the Genocide)
    Jack Shepherd--Princess’ Private Tutor, Fatherly Figure
    Kyuoka Khezanhka--The Princess’ Best Friend, an Actress
    Kheikvokt Shennatskii--Head of the Ground Forces
    Henekkt Svovakataii--Head of the Naval Forces
    Pokuii Shukitzo--Head of the Air Forces
    Yupik Manikatskii--Commander of the Special Operations Forces
    Zkaiboto Kennoskii--Head Fire Dancer (Spiritual Leader)
    Sa’vak’S’chema Kess’ik--CEO of “Ju’tozzo Arms Commandery”
    Kennshoui Kkennaii--Minister of Economic Development
    Shukko Senyaukka--Minister of State Diplomacy and Foreign Affairs
    Jemektaf Shoyyoykuoi--Delegate to WA and other international Organizations
    Kuzemena Neikayskii--Famous Banker
    Tsen-kkataii Kennos--Famous Writer, History Professor
    Shennai Kheikwokt--Huge, famous pop-star and celebrity
    Jkshuoa Kezzen'kol'tar'ii--Huge, famous rapper
    Ekken Mul'zekkhaiid
    S'chem'ki Kuki'zenetvuz
    K'erwekovi S'an'kunkechmez

Naturally, as the OP, I hold the rights to deny you posting privileges and etc. You know the drill. Please try to take this RP seriously and treat it, and the people in it, with respect. I might make an OOC thread later as time goes on.

This thread will likely just recount the events of the naming ceremony, but if I feel is is advisable to do so, I might move it into another arc of the much-hinted-at-war, political intrigue....etc etc etc.

Also, while the thread IS open, I'd appreciate a quick TG first, just so you can relay your intentions for the thread/ask any and all questions you need about my nation's culture, characters, etc. Some of you obviously don't need to TG me, and you know who you are :P
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Postby Spirit of Hope » Mon Nov 09, 2015 7:52 pm

Special Envoy Daniel Heathborn, 8th Count of Heathen sat back in his chair and reviewed the folders in his lap. They said a lot about the nation he was heading towards, and the people he was supposed to be meeting. He always found the idea of nobility and emperors with real power strange, and the ceremonies that went with them even stranger.

He had a noble title, but with it came no land, no wealth and no power besides what he earned. At heart he Daniel didn’t think of himself as substantially different from those born without a title. It had helped slightly with his job though, in some nations titles of nobility gave him more influence. Influence he could use to further his nations goals.

There were advantages and disadvantages to being a Special Envoy. He got to travel to a number of special events, which meant good food, and often good companions. On the other hand he had to travel, and when he did travel he often had no time to adjust to the climate or time zone. A major sacrifice for his nations greater good, or so he told himself when eating the good food.

The president wanted him to use this opportunity to try and negotiate the beginnings of a trade deal with the Yalottskii Empire. He didn’t need to carry out all of the negotiations, if he got a positive response to his proposal experts would be sent over to take care of the detailed negotiations.

“We are making our final approach.” The pilots informed them over the intercom. Daniel looked up from his review of the briefing papers and looked at his “staff,” one assistant and a bodyguard/driver. His assistant was currently sleeping quite happily, while the driver reviewed where he would be driving.

“Looks like we’re about to set off on another adventure in foreign lands.” Daniel smiled and began to put his papers away.

His driver started putting his papers away at the same time, poking his assistant awake. “You’re of to adventures, sir. Me and John get to sit outside the party and wonder how you’ve messed everything up.” Daniel only smiled as their plane touched down, looking out the window and wondering how things would end here.

***


Now Daniel found himself sitting in a room filled with dignitaries from many different nations and walks of life. The ceremony had been grand, easily getting a reaction from even the experienced Special Envoy, though the significance of the naming ceremony and the new name completely bounced off of him. Instead of pondering it he made sure to grab some more of the food and drink that was floating around, tucking the small package under his arm. He continued to scan the room, looking for people hw should approach about the trade negotiation.

Eventually he would have to approach Syuoka Yunskathatta, but now the crowd around her was thick. Instead he would carry out the real business of power first. To his mind no 14 year old dealt with the reigns of state.

After finishing his drink he noticed the Minister of Economic Development, sounded like the guy to approach about developing economic ties.

“Excuse me, Mr. Kennshoui Kkennaii?” Daniel approached, offering his right hand, “I am Special Envoy Daniel Heathborn, representing Spirit of Hope. Would you mind speaking for a moment?”
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Postby Aurolatria » Tue Nov 10, 2015 9:18 pm

╬ Litonum IV, Aurolatrian Ambassador to the Yalottskii Empire ╬

"...why I have chosen for you, the name, Syuoka!"

Litonum squinted a bit and looked down, thinking hard abour how to pronounce her new name correctly. He knew that the Fire Dancer had justed recited it in a loud fashion for him to hear, but Yalottskii names were just too complex to say correctly the first time.

Christ Almighty. What a mouthful. I can always count on the bloody Yalottskii to trip me up with their names. Se yo- no... See yu oh kah. Got it.

Litonum clapped respectfully with the rest of the crowd after a few seconds passed, and Kenna rose from the ground as Syuoka. The room of which this ordeal was taking place was massive in size and grand in design, fitting hundreds of people inside, from Arabic Sultans to local Yalottskii nobility. It was a fine scene, really, as the reception began, the mood lightened, and people began to mingle and show off their expensive coats and dresses. Litonum, characterised as a simple man, was quite simply wearing a high end suit and some dress trousers.

Simple in his interactions, but keen in the mind, and smart when it came to political maneouvres. That was probably the only way in which Litonum would describe himself. Others tended to call him a snake, a troll, and/or a smartass. The ambassador was known around the Yalottskii Court for cornering people that he didn't like and forcing them to give him what he needed. He did this through use of the large and extremely well connected Aurolatrian Intelligence Agency. Truly, there wasn't a thing that went on in the court that Litonum didn't know about.

Recently, after a long period of boring nothingness in the court, the ambassador was informed of a rebellion in within Yalottska's own borders. Two rebel groups have been recently amassing outside a certain jungle ridden province. This information had come straight down from where it was happening, an AIA agent in a town near the zone where the rebels were amassing. The agent had also added that there was very little military presence in the vicinity, and that the rebels could probably overrun the province within weeks, with properly coordinated attacks without any hassle from other forces.

Ambassador Litonum stood up from his seat, finally, and began looking for a specific guy. The Head of the Air Forces for the Yalottskii Empire. Litonum hadn't worked or talked much with the man before, but they did find themselves involved in the same group conversations quite often. Although he knew him enough to be able to determine his personality type, he didn't know if he would have to push Pokuii hard to get what he wanted, or sort of ease him into it, like he did with most others. Litonum would propose a joint air campaign with him, but only if Syuoka herself signed a letter authorising Aurolatrian oil companies to drill in Yalottskan territories, and also agreed to coordinate with him on a future trade deal between the two nations.The former would probably be something that Senyaukka would highly resent Litonum for.

The Snake slithered his way through the crowd of people, looking for Pokuii's face, but was struggling. For a brief moment, Syuoka and Litonum made eye contact. Putting one arm behind his back, and one hand on the hilt of his sword, he bowed in her direction. He wasn't sure if she had done anything in return or had even seen him bow, because she was engaged in a conversation with someone else at the moment. After making his way through what he swore was a hundred people, he finally met eye to eye with Pokuii Shukitzo. Or rather, he bumped straight into him. They both stumbled backwards a few steps, but regained balance quickly.

"Sorry about that, mate," Litonum said, chuckling, "perhaps I had too much to drink prior to the naming ceremony. On a serious note, though, I would like to speak with you for a brief moment. It regards the situation in Vykkoshkatt."

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Nihonese delegation arrives.

Postby New Aeyariss » Fri Nov 13, 2015 10:27 am

*** Yalottska

And so, the Nihonese delegate had arrived to - being no one else than Gen. Takeda Daisuke himself. The short man with an oval face, pointy cheekbones giving him look of a scary Mongolian warlord extending from below his calm crystal blue eyes, short and thin mouth added to his short grey beard, short mustache combined with dark gray military uniform made him look like sort of experienced general out of Chinese legends, one who always knows what his enemies are going to do eight steps forward - and already has a way of preventing them from stepping into where they want, like a master chess player sets enemy up for check mate. Before the Suyoka was crowned title of Empress of Yalos, Takeda kept his distance; ironically not to offend her, due to his Christian faith. The ceremony she took part in was after all a pagan ceremony, in which firm Christian like Gen. Daisuke simply would not participate, even if - according to his believes - don't showing the new empress a customary respect for mere position of being put int power by Heavenly Father was simply dishonorable. Thus, when she was crowned, Daisuke simply watched from afar with his crystal blue eyes.

After she, however was done with being given her new name, everybody could see "The Iron Tiger of Kaigun Rikusentai" as said officer was called by his nom de guerre. It was a tradition in Imperial Nihonese Army that every officer who proven himself in battle gotten a "honor name" - which often was quite long. To get a honor name containing "tiger" in it, one had to achieve extraordinary feats and show extremely developed traits glorified by the warrior's path. Tiger was a direct embodiment of Bushido; strong, powerful animal was one of symbols of Nihon, and symbol of Shogun too. Thus, everybody who seen him was watching one of best generals Nihon had to offer.

Stepping up towards the Suyoka, everyone could watch his slow walk as he stepped forward escorted by his security. Calm. Unmoved. Without a single display of emotion, and proud of the warrior kin he was, Gen. Daisuke slowly stepped up and bowed towards Empress Suyoka:

"Greetings with honor, Suyoka - Heika ue" he bowed himself, displaying her obvious respect by naming her "respected empress" with Nihonese honorifics "I have to to apologize for lack of presence of Kojiro - sama ue, but he was stalled in Nihon due to certain domestic problems. I am, however, honored to send you greatest congratulations on behalf of the Empire of Greater Nihon and it's Shogun, Maki Kojiro - sama. It is a pleasure to be in here. May Heavenly Father bless you and Yalottskian people for generations to come."

Not daring to stand straight without Suyoka's order, Gen. Takeda was still bowing. Nothing surprising - old Nihonese saying said that humbleness is what makes people great. Suykoa however should be aware that man who is now in front of her is likely future Shogun, already favored by Maki Kojiro, and decorated war hero who won several battles and enjoys extreme respect among Nihonese, as well as extreme popularity among various right wing groups who adopted his geopolitical analysis and thesis. That wasn't a mere man, for sure... and Suyoka could gain a lot on getting his favor.
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Postby Ganos Lao » Fri Nov 13, 2015 10:54 am

Siegfried Verner had been in Yalos for three days so far. He had been tasked with representing Ganosia in the ceremony, no doubt told that the Yalottskii were to be retained as allies. He was an honest family man, and sympathized with the newly enthroned Syuoka who had lost her entire family.

It was something that spoke to him as a Ganosian, for many families were wiped out during the Revolution. He himself spent it as an emigre with his wife and children, and returned to take up a new post in the Foreign Ministry once Allison and Quinn assumed direct control.

The three days he spent in Yalos were rather pleasant. Put up in a rather lavish hotel, Siegfried Verner spent his time watching local television and chit chatting with his family. When working on his planned presentation to Syuoka, or at least someone with enough clout to make shit happen, he would douse his worries with conservative doses of local alcohol to keep himself focused. If nothing else, the taste was rather pleasant upon his Teutonic tongue.

He bought some souveniers to give to his loved ones, and on the fourth day made his way to the ceremonial hall. He respectfully kept his silence throughout much of the ceremony, thinking to himself how similar it was in respects to the enthronment of his own sovereign. He looked around to see that he only knew the Nihonese delegate, for these other countries had no contact with his own. Takeda Daisuke, he thought, that was his name. At least it wasn't that one woman who tried to flirt with him. When he told his wife about that, she teased him for days.

Such was the strength of their relationship. Siegfried loved her dearly, and hoped to spend some quality time with her after he returned to Ganosia. It wasn't that he was adverse to doing his duty, but even he needed some days off. Once the ceremony ended, Siegfried decided to scan the room for anyone to approach and talk to. He saw the best friend of the princess, and for a moment thought about the Crown Princess' own best friend, Lady Stacy Rowe. He hadn't met either, but the two were seen together pretty often in the papers.

He decided to approach Shukko Senyaukka, in the hopes of presenting his country's hopes. Verner's mission was to ensure a mutual reaffirmation of the alliance that had bound Ganosia and Yalottskii together. He believed he would be able to carry out this mission with relative ease owing to the long standing admiration the locals here had for Ganosia. Once he found the person he wanted to talk to, he offered his hand, and introduced himself in a pleasant manner.

"Shukko Senyaukka? It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Siegfried Verner. I'm representing Ganosia. Her Imperial Majesty sends her regards, offering her best wishes and support for your country. Are you free? I'd like to discuss diplomatic relations between our two countries."
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Postby Ghant » Fri Nov 13, 2015 11:11 am

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Ju’tozzo, Yalottska


“That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.” ― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye



Amelia Kindaro, Honorary Princess of Ghant, yawned slightly as she waited for ceremony to begin. She was restless as she usually was, tugging at the curls in her hair or the folds in her gown in anticipation as she gazed around the spacious room where she was sitting. She used to chew on her fingernails, but conditioning from her mother made her eventually give up the habit. I need a new one.

The Ghantish Delegation had arrived a few days prior to the ceremony now at hand, and Amelia and Charles had met Princess Kenna early on not long after they got to the Palace where they were staying. It was a sparse greeting, as the Empress and her Governess were very busy with planning and preparation for the event. Her impression of Kenna was that she was gentle, kind and courteous, not unlike those highborn girls back in Ghant.

Her twin brother Charles was tired too, but did not show it. Both were fifteen now, only recently having reached that age, although for Amelia, it may have been far more noticeable then Charles. Both of the twins had naturally dark brown hair and brown eyes, and were short of stature, although Amelia was taller, as girls often are compared to boys around that age. She was wearing a comfortable red gown that touched the floor, with modest shoulder straps to boot. Like her mother, she was proving to become curvy, although she was loathe to consider that aspect of herself.

…She had seen something during the Midsummer Ball in late July that challenged what she knew, or at least what she thought she knew. The world around her began to change, perhaps the way it does for young people once they reach a certain age. It became less…juvenile, more mature even, thoughts and feelings she had never considered previously…ones that she didn’t want to face. She didn’t want to grow up, but she wondered how long she would feel that way.

Amelia wanted to stay the way she was, the fiery, spontaneous wonder girl who played with swords in the sparring room and flung Brussels sprouts at her sister Arietta during dinner, much to the irritation of their mother, Princess Dowager Caroline. Her older brother the Emperor of Ghant was especially protective of his youngest sister, and for good reason…she had a penchant for mischief, and was too smart for her own good. The very notion that she could turn into some prissy bitch who fretted over boys and clothes was enough to make her feel the need to gag.

At least my brother is still a stupid boy, she reassured herself. Charles was wearing a comfortable, modest dark suit indicative of his status as a lord, and was surrounded by their retinue of government and imperial representatives, including a translator for the delegation and the local leaders’ benefit. The historical relationship between Yalottska and Ghant ran deep enough to where a Ghantish presence was necessitated, and the policy was to maintain relations between the two countries at a respectable level. It was hoped that close age between the young Yalottski Princess and the Kindaro twins would be of benefit to Ghant, but Amelia was hardly concerned about that. I just want to make a new friend.

“…They say that on a Yalottskii girl's fourteenth birthday, they are given their real names, and their old names are lost,” Charles said as he leaned into his sister’s ear, sitting there in the area where foreign dignitaries were seated and waiting for things to begin.

“That’s stupid,” Amelia said softly, but firmly. “How can someone just be told to forget their name like that?”

“…Well…look at the witness protection program,” the boy shrugged. “They do it in there all the time.”

“Yeah but this isn’t that, Chuck.” Chuck was a nickname for her brother that she had given him, since she thought he looked like a woodchuck. “This is just a girl. It would be like someone telling me that my nickname isn’t Amelia anymore, but instead something like…Eleanor. That would suck…”

Charles pointed towards the Yalottski Princess as she made her approach. “Look, here she comes!”

Indeed, Kenna was nearing the altar. Amelia observed her, taking note of how her body was painted, not an inch of her body left uncoated or unpowdered, altered by cosmetics to appear like a walking art project. There was a marble dog sitting atop her head, and many gold trinkets dangling all around, while blue silk flowed around her feet with every step from her fanciful garments.

Then she had arrived at the altar. The person waiting for her there spoke after Kenna ascended the steps, in their language that Amelia didn’t understand. After the first one was finished, Kenna responded, presumably saying something along the lines of ”I do.” Then the Fire Dancer with his crown of flame glared at Kenna, and he spoke to her as she knelt upon the altar.

“…So what’s her name now?” Charles asked his sister, not entirely sure himself.

“You should ask the translator we brought along for these things,” Amelia suggested. “But I think it is… Syuoka…” The ceremony had transpired, and the reception was going to begin soon, as the young Empress was whisked away, presumably to change, and everyone filed out towards where the reception would be taking place.

Amelia and Charles returned to their assigned rooms to prepare, but Amelia spent much of that time playing games on her phone. At one point she grew bored of even doing that, and rummaged through her bag for her top secret journal. She knew that Alexia had one where she would write about her feelings, and Amelia did that too, but nobody knew about it, not even Chuck. She sat there with a pen in hand, and took to writing.


I listen to the knight lecture me,
Of virtues, his and mine,
So chivalrous he proclaims,
Such a damsel, he says I am.

The knight explains to me,
From his vaunted position,
Atop a white horse,
In a deep and lofty voice,
Just how good I have it.

I am forced to crane my neck,
To look up at him, from my position.
As I stand there, barefoot on the ground.

He is fully armored,
Impervious to all opposition,
And armed to the teeth.
Secure in his position well above me.

I stand before him, empty-handed,
With nothing but the clothes on my back.
The only armor I have is this thick lace dress.
I have no horse to charge my enemies with,
Let alone a weapon to take strength in.
These things are for men

I am left to fight with words alone,
And they are not always enough.
I want to tell him how wrong you are,
But I just don't have the guts.

"What would a woman do with a horse but break her neck!?"
He laughs disparagingly as he continues:
"Armor is for soldiers not little girls and,
You don't need a weapon when you have me as protection."

I want to tell him that I can fight for myself.
That girls don't need a knight in shining armor,
They just need the willpower to fight back.


Eventually Amelia was fetched for by her retainers, and escorted to the reception. The twins were ushered along with the rest of the Ghantish delegation towards the festivities. Amelia didn’t waste any time seeking out the young Empress, who was probably as restless as she was. When she saw her, she smiled.

“Greetings, your Majesty,” Amelia curtsied in her chiffon gown once she found herself close enough to Syuoka, once she knew she had her attention. “That was a lovely ceremony, and I wanted to congratulate you on completing it successfully.” Amelia spoke in English first, and on the off chance that Syuoka didn’t know how to speak that, there was a translator nearby who could translate.

Charles was taken off guard, but once he figured out what was going on, he bowed, and followed suit. “Your Majesty, you look absolutely divine, although having had observed the ceremony, I would say that this must truly be the point.”

Amelia signed internally. God, Chuck, you just ooze awkwardness around girls, don’t you?



Near the Fortress Palace of Imperial Ju'tozzo

He walked in a land of broken dreams…many visions of many things. Love’s happiness, just an illusion filled with sadness and confusion. That was what the young man thought as he approached the Fortress Palace of Imperial Ju’tozzo, sullen and alone, but with a new found purpose, beyond his own original inclinations.

Ser Enki Erruko was a knight…once. From Jehenna, even. Tall and proud and strong…and foolish. 6’5’’, with a powerful build and broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw and blue-violet eyes…sometimes deep blue, sometimes purple, depending on how the light was hitting them. Of course, he had that jet black hair that was ever common among the people of that part of Ghant, up north.

Enki's heart was hardened by heartbreak, betrayal and injustice. In this strange land, Enki was endeavoring to redeem himself in the eyes of the Gods. For once, Enki was young, naïve…and foolish. He learned a hard lesson in life the hard way. No good deed shall go unpunished...


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Enki Erruko was the son and heir of Lord Inigo Erruko and the Lady Esmeralda Baldakaro. The envy of his parents, a strong, healthy son. He trained at arms, was well versed in letters, and possessed a noble spirit. Yet, the Errukos were the smallest of the small houses of Jehenna, and never gained the attention of the Great Lord of Jehenna, or the “King”, as he would often call himself.

Enki dreamed of becoming a Knight. A knight who was noble and true, one who protected his sworn lord, saved distraught ladies from distress, and delivered the land from the ambitions of wicked men.

Yet, in northern Ghant, nothing was given…a man only got what he earned. So Enki trained everyday with sword and lance, and even firearms when it permitted. He rode horses and could fight and shoot from their backs. He began his life rather small, but he grew, and grow tall and strong he did.

It eventually happened that King Josu of Jehenna put out a bounty for some brigands who were attack. That was the young Enki’s chance to prove his worth to the King. He set out upon his horse into the forests north of Jehenna in the summer of the year previous to the current, eager but also nervous.

He rode his horse along a bygone trail between Jehenna and Gaukoizarra, roughly in the area they were said to operate. The forest was quiet. Ancient, gnarled trees, with a cool breeze floating through the forest, one that might even chill a foreign born lad to the bone. In places the sun poked its way through the trees, casting narrow beams of light upon the forest floor, where saplings and vegetation coiled around like serpents of green and brown.

Enki wore his studded leather armor and kept a hand upon his longsword, still contained within its sheath. He would have brought his pistol as well, but the northerners in those parts did not take kindly to firearms, seeing them as the weapons of cowardice, used only by the dishonorable and by cravens. His horse was bare, minus the reigns and the saddle that Enki sat upon.

The bushes began to rattle to the left, and Enki’s horse whinnied. Something drew near, but whether it was a beast or a man, Enki could not tell. He slowly began to pull his sword from its sheath with deft hands in any case, preferring to air on the side of caution.

Then they began to emerge, appearing from the midst of the overgrowth. Three tall men, with battleaxes in hand. All strong, dressed in chainmail and boiled leather, with short, scraggly beards.

One of them had a scar running diagonal from his cheek to his forehead. He was the one that spoke, behind golden eyes. “Well well, what do we have here? A wee little knight eh?” He brandished his battleaxe. “Down from the horse now lad. Nice and slow, and where I can see your hands.”

Enki put up his hands so the man could see them, and he got down from his horse. As he stood straight with his hands out, he was ever the gentleman in his response. “Indeed, I am Ser Enki of the House Erruko.”

One of the other men spoke, the one with a knot of matted black hair atop his head. “You ain’t no knight, boy. A squire at best.”

The one with the scar nodded. “Indeed. A squire, it would seem. Who did you squire for?”

Enki responded truthfully, albeit nervously. “My Uncle, Lord Naru Baldakaro.”

The third man, the one with only one eye, laughed. “Good, good. Not only a noble boy but a squire from Jehenna. Should have some nice stuff on him. Fetch a nice ransom too.”

The man with the scar stepped closer. “King Josu of Jehenna is scum, a man without honor. We gather in these woods to oppose him in force. We rob from the rich and give to the poor, while the Lord of Jehenna means to rob from the poor and give to the rich. A young man like you could do much for us and our cause. I offer that you join our ranks, and do the right thing in the eyes of the Gods. Otherwise, you will be stripped of all your possessions, and you can return crying to your mother and father, assuming you live long enough to make it back. Your choice, boy. You got ten seconds to make up your mind.”

Enki never thought about the man’s offer…not even once. He waited for the whole ten seconds, sizing up the men. They seemed older than him, and slower, especially with their hefty two handed weapons. He could kill one of them before the other two could respond.

That was exactly what he did. With the three men surrounding him, he drew his sword and slashed at the one eyed man’s neck, sending out a sideways arc of blood. The other two attempted to bring their axes down upon Enki’s head, but he jumped back in time to evade their swings. Now he just needed to wait for one of these brigands to make a mistake.

The one with the matted hair made one, by charging at him, while the man with the scar on his face flanked him. The man with the matted hair swung his axe sideways in an attempt to hit Enki in the side, which would likely have cut him in half. He saw the swing, and bent over backwards, falling to the ground just under the swing of the axe. With the axe swung hard from the right to the left, Enki thrust his sword up into that man’s gut, and he fell to the ground clutching at his wound.

While on the ground upon his back, Enki looked up and saw the scarred man attempt to drop his battle axe upon Enki’s head. Enki rolled to the side as the axe bit into the dirt. Then, with one swift motion, Enki came to his feet, and swiped at the man’s side with his sword, sending that mean to his knees.

The scarred man yelled out in pain, clutching at his side, which was open and bloody. He fell to the ground then, laying on his back, and forgot about his weapon entirely. Clenching his teeth, he spoke to Enki. “So it would seem, young man, that you are quite talented in the arts of combat. With one swing a piece, you were able to send each of us to the dirt in blood.”

Enki walked up to the man, and stood over him, suspecting some kind of trick. “Your men were clumsy and unprepared. Such usually happens when you prey upon women, children and old men.”

“…And what does Josu of Jehenna do, my boy? Aye, he does the same thing…pray upon women, children and old men…you shall learn of this in time…and when you do, you will have Gardugo to thank you for the advance warning.”

Enki snorted. “I refuse to believe your lies, brigand. I will let you die with dignity, which is more than you deserve.”

As Gardugo lay there in the dirt and vegetation, bleeding out and drawing his last breaths, he laughed. “Such a naïve boy, you are, Enki Erruko. You shall learn…learn that honor and duty is exploited by powerful and corrupt men to serve their owns. You shall realize it only when it is too late. Only once you have been betrayed by those you mean to pledge your sword to and serve, once you have found a good woman, once you have sired a child. Only then, will you realize that you are nothing more than a pawn in their great game…and that crossing them will mean your death. When you die in vain, I will greet you in the realm of the Gods, if only to laugh at your stupidity.”

Enki didn’t care to hear anymore. He dropped his sword on the dying man’s neck, and with one swift slash, cut the man’s head from his body. Then it was done. Enki sighed, even as his breaths were long and laborious. He went over to the other two men, collected their heads, put them into a sack, and gathered the monies and treasures that were on their persons, and put them into a separate pouch.

By the time he returned to Jehenna, it was night. Enki rode up to the gates of Jehennagaztelua, even as the spikes of the pits around the ancient stronghold reflected the moonlight as if some beckon booned to them by death himself.

“What business do you have with Josu? He is feasting!” Said one of the armored guards, clearly not in the mood for any shenanigans.

“I come bearing the heads of the brigands he placed a bounty on. I also have collected their fortunes, should the Lord deign to have that which was stolen returned. I beg his audience, upon my honor, to make good on the bounty.”

The guard nodded, and called for a stable boy to gather up Enki’s horse, while Enki, with sacks in hand, walked inside the fortress. He found Josu and his court feasting and laughing at some unheard table side humor, but upon the sight of Enki, they stopped. Enki broke the silence. “My Lord, I, Enki of the house Erruko, have come to deliver to you the heads of the brigands that have plagued the northern road, and their stolen treasures.”

One of Josu’s heralds collected the sacks and brought them to the King. The King dumped the heads out onto the floor, and squeezed the bag of jewels and monies. “Very good, my boy. Please, join us for this feast tonight, and tell me what you want for a reward.”

Enki walked around the table, and before Josu, he dropped to one knee. “My Lord, it is my wish to serve in your company, as a Knight.”

Josu laughed. “That’s all, huh? So be it. Come first light, I shall grant you the boon that you seek. We need a few more good men around here anyway.”

Enki rose to his feet, even as knees shook and his legs felt like noodles, too excited and anxious to do anything else. “Thank you my lord.” He took a seat on the other side of the table, and feasted upon venison, corn and drank of dark vintage.

Come the following day, he was knighted at first light. With Enki on one knee in the Throne Room, before the throne of Jehenna, the herald repeated the oath.

“Do you, Enki of the House Erruko, swear upon your life and honor to fear the Gods and to maintain their laws, to serve your liege lord in valor and faith, to protect the weak and defenseless, to give succor to widows and orphans, to refrain from the wanton giving of offense, to live by honor and for glory, to despise pecuniary reward, to fight for the welfare of all, to obey those placed in authority, to guard the honor of fellow knights, to eschew unfairness, meanness and deceit, to keep faith, to at all times to speak the truth, to persevere to the end in any enterprise begun, to respect the honor of women, to never refuse a challenge from an equal, and to never to turn the back upon a foe?”

“I do. I swear by all the Gods, and upon the honor of my house.”

Josu tapped Enki upon the shoulders with his sword. “You have knelt before me as Enki of the House Erruko. Now rise, Ser Enki, Knight of Jehenna.”

With that, Enki came to his feet, proud and honorable was he in that moment, for great was his sense of accomplishment, having made his dream finally come true. His mother, father, brothers and sisters all rejoiced, and of Jehenna was happy that day, for its new knight.

At the feast that night to celebrate the new knight, Enki caught the attention of a new admirer, a young noble lady it would seem. She introduced herself to him that night…Selenia Kodolbika. A tall, thin and willowy girl, with skin as white as snow, hair as dark as night, and violet eyes that seemed to haunt Enki at first glance.

Enki was not the only man smitten with Selenia, however. So too was Josu’s son and heir, Jacobe. Jacobe was very much infatuated with Selenia, but she never returned his affections. She did return Enki’s, in time.

Enki often rode with the other knights and men of Jehenna, defending the cause of justice against northern rabble, bandits, brigands, clans and tribes of ill repute. Enki earned a reputation as a great fighter, possessing great loyalty and high honor. Yet, Selenia was always on his mind, and inspired him to succeed, the thought of seeing her again giving him strength to endure any trial that he was faced with.

He would always find Selenia awaiting him when he returned. After many moons of spending time together, talking, eating and walking together under the moon that loomed large in northern Ghant, Enki returned her to her home, and there they made love in a fit of passion, each of them the other’s first. It was clumsy and a tad awkward, but it was sweet, and feelings of love and affection ran high between them.

One way or another, this relationship was eventually discovered by Jacobe, who needless to say was none too pleased. 6 months after Enki was knighted, another feast was held at the Palace, and the lords, knights and ladies gathered round to attend.

Enki noticed Jacobe’s hate, his seething pent up rage. As the feast drew on and there was some music, he noticed Jacobe bid Selenia to attend him in his chambers, rather forcefully. Enki didn’t like that, and discreetly followed them, able to get past the guards of the inner sanctums of the Palace.

It was there in Jacobe’s chambers that Enki discovered Jacobe attempting to force himself upon Selenia, ripping at her dress and slapping her with his hands. “You won’t share my bed, but you would with some up-jumped noble boy turned knight? How dare you insult me so!”

Enki burst into the room and knocked Jacobe straight in the teeth, sending him to the floor. It all happened fast, the two men entangled on the ground like two serpents dueling each other. Eventually, Jacobe drew a dagger and attempted to slash at Enki’s neck with it. Enki was a better fighter then Jacobe was, and was not only able to dodge the slash, but also was able to catch Jacobe’s wrist, turning the dagger back upon his master’s face.

Jacobe screamed as his own dagger opened up his face diagonally, from cheek to forehead. In his pain, Jacobe was able to kick Enki off of him, and with a great speed was able to get to his feet.

Selenia stood and gasped in horror at the fight, unable to move. Jacobe, in a great fit of rage and with dagger in hand, ran up to Selenia and plunged his dagger into her belly. “Fuck you, whore.” And ran out of the room, back down the stairs, while Selenia trembled and turned ghastly white with a dagger in her belly.

Enki looked on in horror, and rushed to his beloved Lady’s side. He cradled her in his arms in that moment, terror taking him over. He had nothing to say, he only began to cry. “…I am sorry…I am sorry…I am sorry…” He finally said in a confusion of anguish and agony.

Selenia gasped as the blood seeped out of her wound. “Don’t be sorry, my love. Live…for me…be strong…be just…love again…for me…”

Enki shook his head, his face a mess of blood and tears. “No…no…no…”

The men of Josu found him there in Jacobe’s quarters. Jacobe was with him. “There he is! Seize him! He cut my face and killed Lady Selenia! You see!” At that moment, Enki was pulled from the embrace of his dead beloved, and put in chains in the dungeon, beat within an inch of death.

The truth of the event was decided by those who had the power to do so…by Jacobe, his father Josu…even Selenia’s own family. There was nothing Enki and his family could say or do to convince anyone otherwise. Enki was decided to be a madarikatua, or a man without honor, a despicable creature, and was exiled, but not before having a mark carved into his back to brand him a such. An oath breaker, one who not only bore steel against his sworn lord, but also for allegedly having raped and murdered a noble woman…Gardugo was right, after all…and just like Gardugo predicted, Enki was too late to realize it.

He was stripped of his armor and weapons, and was told that he had until nightfall to leave those lands, and that should he be found anywhere there, he would be put to the sword upon sight. He returned to his home to say goodbye to his father, mother, brothers and sisters, even though his own father said that Enki was “dead to him.” Enki’s mother gave him some armor, a sword and provisions, and sent him on his way, to the west.

He couldn’t stay in Ghant, not as a madarikatua. By now even the Emperor and Empress of Ghant would know of this story, however false it may be. There was no hope for him…who was anyone likely to believe? The word of the Lord of Jehenna, or that of some lowly knight? No sense in barking up that tree. So he boarded a ship and left Ghant, never once looking back…


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Indeed, leaving everything he knew was hard. The world beyond Ghant was a strange and foreboding place, filled with strange people, customs and technologies. Enki traveled for a time, living off of the money that his mother allotted to him, which was sufficient enough to stay in one place or another.

Eventually he found himself in a strange country called Yalottska. Yalottska had an Empress too…and a Ghantish Princess and Lord of close familial ties to the Emperor of Ghant that might have need of a seasoned man to protect and serve. A second chance perhaps, one for a madarikatua of Ghant. Danger was lurking in these lands, he could sense it like a wolf senses prey.

So it was that Enki of the House Errkuo came upon the Fortress Palace of Imperial Ju'tozzo, watching, waiting, for something…anything. Such was the fate of a man that had lost everything, whose dreams were realized, only to have them come crashing down upon his head, leaving a hole where his heart had once been. To have loved a woman, only to have died in his arms, and to be blamed for her death by her would be rapist.

At least Jacobe met a foul end. Word eventually reached Enki during his exile that Jacobe allegedly murdered his own father and seized his crown, and then embarked upon a conspiracy to have his younger brother Jori imprisoned and Jori’s young lover Princess Kirsten of Vorindun raped and framed for murder. Kristen demanded a trial by combat, during which the Emperor of Ghant, present at the time, declared himself her champion. King Jacobe was his own champion, and in the great pit of Jehenna, Jacobe and Nathan clashed, Nathan with sword and shield and Jacobe with a great flaming spiked chain whip. The Emperor was nearly killed but eventually prevailed when he gripped the whip with his mailed gauntlet and strangled Jacobe with it. In the end, the Gods exacted their justice upon Jacobe, although Enki wished he could have been the one to deliver that justice, or at least witnessed it first hand. Yet, Patu prevailed all the same, in the end. That was at least a comforting thought.

While once Patu was what Enki prayed for, now it was Redemption. The Vhong'kai rebels were on the move, as too most likely were their agents within the city. Should something transpire, Ser Enki would be ready. This time, there would be no Flight by Knight.
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Postby Yalottska » Sat Nov 14, 2015 2:21 pm

~~Shukitzo~~

Pokuii Shukitzo gave off the impression that he neither ate nor exercised. Thin as a stick and perpetually emaciated, many of Shukitzo’s peers wondered how such a physically inept man had risen to such a position of prominence over the Khen’mekki’s airforces. He was, after all, not exactly a man who radiated confidence, efficiency or power. Pokuii was just a spectacled man with soft messy hair and a suit that was clearly too large for his frame. If anything, one might’ve imagined him to be a professor of poetry and the classics--not war.

But despite his external appearances, those who knew him remembered him as the valiant young aviator who led daring bombing raids deep within the heart of socialist territory during the brutal civil war. He had been a hero, then, with a thousand black-and-white photos in the history books as testament to his prestigious record of death-defying attack runs and aerial stunts. He never boasted or bragged about his exploits, as many of his calibre were wont to do, but instead spoke only when spoken to in his soft, wise silky voice.

"Oh, yes, hello," Pokuii smiled genially, gently setting his glass upon one of the nearby mahogany tables. "Litonum, is it?"

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~~Senyaukka~~

The significance of the ancient and unshatterable Ganosian-Yalottskii alliance was not lost upon Senyaukka who, initially mildly annoyed with being interrupted, suddenly smiled and greeted his Ganosian counterpart with great enthusiasm. Senyaukka was a well-dressed man with a clean-shaven face and a well-tailored, ironed suit. Eagerly taking Siegfried's hand, he excused himself from his former company, focusing his attentions on the Ganosian.

"Of course, of course. It's quite the honor to have you here, Mr. Verner. We were, naturally, anxious to see if you'd make it on time." He called over a waiter, and whispered into the man's ear. "

And now, chop chop, Simuun," he berated the waiter. "Come then, our guest doesn't have all day, you know!" Turning back to Siegfried, he explained, "we have a hidden stash of the best Yalottskii tea. Come then, would you like to move to a more secure and private location to speak? I have had a conference room prepared for this occurrence."

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~~Kkennaii~~

Kennshoui Kkennaii, who had been talking with Senyaukka just moments earlier, was locked in an intense conversation about the Vong'khai when he was approached by Mr. Heathborn. As he motioned wildly, shouting about how the Vong'khai were puddles of ooze, he held the attention of several guests and officials though his animated movements and powerful gestures. Kkennaaii was known as the "story teller" of the court for his expressiveness and long-abandoned dreams of acting on the big-screen.

When Daniel moved in to speak to him, he had been in a lull in his story regardless. Setting his plate of scented dates aside, he nodded understandingly, and motioned for Daniel to follow him, clearing his throat once or twice.

"It's nice to speak to you, Mr. Heathborn," Kkennaii said in a deep, rich, baritone voice. "We've had very little interaction with your nation, truly, and it's very nice to have the opportunity to speak to you at this time. What is it, friend, that you would like to discuss at this time?"

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~~Syuoka~~

Syuoka spotted Charles and Amelia before she was approached by the powerful and awe-inspiring Takeda Daisuke. While she yearned strongly to speak to the two persons of her own age that were present, she nonetheless understood the importance of being cordial and gracious, especially towards men of such eminence. She was, after all, a diplomat above all, and couldn't afford to be selfish or hasty. It would do well if she could earn the favor or blessing of the General, and she sought to do so.

"General Takeda," Syuoka smiled, humbled by this great man's own humility. "Thank you for gracing us here today with your presence. Indeed, it is an honor that you could take the time out of your day to be present at my simple naming ceremony." She nodded, as if to offer him permission to stand erect. It felt strange for her to issue orders to older and more powerful men, but she knew that the formalities came first.

"We Yalottskii eagerly anticipated your arrival," she spoke with a voice beyond her years. "And the arrival of the Nihonese delegation means ever-so much to us, especially given the presence of such a man as yourself. Please, do not continue to bow--we are in friendly company here."

Before Syuoka could continue, Ayamai Ku'zzoakeitta, the President of the Yalottskii nation, appeared and offered her hand to the Nihonese officer. Naturally, she was the true leader of Yalottska, and unflinchingly introduced herself to the Nihonese general now that his formal greeting was over. She well knew that he would want to discuss some weightier, more significant matters of state after the formalities were out of the way.

"Your words were very kind, General Daisuke," she extended her hand. "Come, would you like to talk now? I think we may have some issues to discuss."

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With Daisuke now in dialogue with the President, Syuoka could now receive the two Ghantish siblings, which she did eagerly. It wasn't every day that she was permitted to speak to those of her own age, and least of all, not even on her own naming ceremony. Most Yalottskii girls would be giggling with their friends and eating scorpion sticks by now--but not Syuoka. She had to receive a never-ending wave of well-wishers and politicians.

It didn't matter that she barely knew them, or that they had only met once before. To Syuoka, these two were her only key into the world of childish amusement and innocence of which she had been denied her whole life. And that was enough to get her heart-racing and put a smile upon her lips. They could've been Vong'khai for all she cared, and she would've still been happy to see them.

And then Charles spoke... and she wasn't entirely certain of how to respond.

"Wow...thank you," she blushed ever-so-slightly, not entirely sure of how to take his compliment. "That was very...sweet of you." But then moving as to change the subject and dispel the awkward silence, she quickly asked a question. "It must be quite the distance from Ghant. How are you liking it here in my country?"

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~~In The Shadows...~~

As Enki lay in the side alley of the palace alleys, a small truck careened in from the side--a delivery truck. Except, there was something entirely strange about this delivery truck because, as the palace guard passed around the corner, a small group of seven men slipped out of the back with strange bulges in their jackets. They placed masks over their faces, and moved to enter the pot-hole, unaware that anybody could see them.

They slipped into the pothole, one after another. The last, glancing around nervously, failed to spot Enki and revealed his Psenkataii battlerifle in the tension of the moment, accidentally dropping it. As he bent down to pick it up, he cursed, slipped into the hole, and slowly slid the lid shut above himself.

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Postby New Edom » Sat Nov 14, 2015 6:30 pm

Here She Comes
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Earlier on the plane heading to the coronation, Count Seth Numir sat in his first class seat with a newspaper in his lap. As the newly appointed ambassador, to suit New Edom's renwed committment to SATCO nad her allies, had been exhausted by the briefing that he had previously attended and lectures concerning the host nation. He had met with the Cultural Attache at the embassy, a Lieutenant-Commander Stephen Chalcedon, who had further explained some of the peculiarities of the host nation. Chalcedon was said to have good eye for detaile even though he only had one, the other having been damaged by a fling fragment during action in Hutanjia over a year ago.

"The women are particularly beautiful," said a voice over his shoulder.

Numir looked up, removing his glasses, and saw a swarthy faced man with rough features--nto good looking but certainly striking, wearing a three piece pale tropical suit with a blue silk tie.

"Samuel," Numir said politely. "What are you doing here?" his tone was ironic, he strongly suspected he knew why.

"I am traveling to other cilmes," said Samuel, sitting down, "h may I? But I thought you might find a particular piece of intelligence of interest. When I talked to John Ashdod (the Minister of POlice--the head of New Edomite intelligence) he told me that you could not yet know of an arms sale that was proposed by the government of your soon to be host nation."

"and yet he told me," Count Numir said flatly.

"As a representative of Arcanum Armaments I get around," said samuel. "Aren't you interested in what they ordered? The encryption was low, which is why we, a regular dealer with Murakami, know abouti."

"Isn't it ungentlemanly to spy on one's allies? Oh alright Samuel, go ahead and tell me."

Samuel rolled his eyes back and lit a cigarette, reciting as he did, "It was fifteen Ki-92 Toyru, twenty Tsukumo A18I Zero-Sen, 80 models of the Type 86 Chi-Go MBT, the DPRs for the Type 49AC, the Type 80 Bo - Hiya (Fire Arrow), and the Type 52 Ho-Go IFV."

"Why is this significant? It's a decent sized order, hardly alarming." said Numir languidly.

"Oh my dear fellow, don't play the lily," said Samuel chidingly. "Arcanum wants to expand their...our...market into your hosts nation, and I want to advise you that in the highest circles I have secured approval for such a policy. By the way, Have you noticed that in their language nearlye verything ends in esk? Extraordinary people."

"It doesn't by the way, dear boy," said Count Numir with a tight little smile. "If you want to say what you will do, you say 'ai' at the end of it. For instance Nuosk slavshka Samuel."

"Interesting," said Samuel whitha chuckle. "Amazing language. What does it mean/"

"I will kill Samuel," said Numir.

The other man stared a moment and laughed. "Very good. A very good joke."

"I will though, if you don't let me catch a bit of rest before I get there. There's going to be a huge coronation ceremony, very religious. No doubt interesting, but I would not like to be caught yawning."

"Say no more," said Samuel, raising a hand. "But don't forget my bit of advice."

"Thank you, Mr. Samuel, please enjoy the rest of your flight as well," said Numir, and turned towards the window and closed his eyes as he shut the curtain.

Later, at the ceremony, Count Seth Numir, wearing a dark blue court uniform with gold epaulets, a dress sword, silver ribbon frogging, his row of decorations, contacts in, glasses discreetly hidden, stood watching solemnly and with not a little awe the ceremony. New Edom had similar antiquated ceremonies but their monarchs didn't have to wear terrifying masks. As Samuel said...extraordinary. He almost pitied the girl, but it was the lot of some rulers these days to be ceremonial and to hold their nations moral together. Others had a balance, like his own. Samuel had in a sense been wise. The gentle pious queen of his nation and the somber cautious king wanted to keep a tight rein over any troublemmaking abroad. On the other hand the man who had recommended him, the suave Dr. Paul Aphek, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, was more in the militant camp of the Heir, Princess Jocasta, the Queen's younger sister, who wanted to crush communism and spread the Christian faith wherever the griffon flew.

Probably won't fly here, the latter thing, Numir thought. But it wold not e so hard a task. It was an allied nation, they had connections through at least four SATCO countries including the Empire of Ghant now and Nihon as well. Ghant had a long history of connection to this country. And there were similarities--a pride in military service. His own artificial leg was a testament to his own devotion to that tradition; he had lost it during the Cookish invasion of Dengali, when the helicopter he was flying in had been hit and took a bad fall and part of the structure tore and crushed it so badly it could not be saved.

His title was a courtesy--his father still alive, though retired to the family estates to raise fruit trees. He had gone back to school for a year, been tutored in a think tank at the university in foreign affairs, and became first a military attache and then was an ambassador thanks to his influential patron Dr. Aphek.

Numir had instructed his Charge d'Affaires to schedule meetings if possible with the following officials when they could spare the time:
Kheikvokt Shennatskii--Head of the S’uatozza Kh’en’mekki [The Yalottskii People's Defense Forces]
Sa’vak’S’chema Kess’ik--CEO of “S'kenttokkottuoi Arms Commanderycere
Kennshoui Kkennaii--Minister of Economic Development
Shukko Senyaukka--Minister of State Diplomacy and Foreign Affairs'

But in the meantime, ceremony called. He noted the arrival of allied dignitaries and courteously bowed to them, though he doubted they knew him personally, since before this he had been military attache in Adiron.
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Yalottska wrote:The significance of the ancient and unshatterable Ganosian-Yalottskii alliance was not lost upon Senyaukka who, initially mildly annoyed with being interrupted, suddenly smiled and greeted his Ganosian counterpart with great enthusiasm. Senyaukka was a well-dressed man with a clean-shaven face and a well-tailored, ironed suit. Eagerly taking Siegfried's hand, he excused himself from his former company, focusing his attentions on the Ganosian.


Likewise dressed, Siegfried shook Senyaukka's hand, happy to recieve such friendly attentions from his local counterpart. He hadn't meant to interrupt, and would've minded waiting if it meant securing such attentions, but he figured now he might as well pursue further conversation.

"Of course, of course. It's quite the honor to have you here, Mr. Verner. We were, naturally, anxious to see if you'd make it on time." He called over a waiter, and whispered into the man's ear.


"I made it here some time before the ceremony." replied Siegfried, a little embarassed. He didn't personally think it was that big a deal he was here tonight. Just representing his country and government, that's all he was doing here. But at least Senyaukka was friendly towards him, which saved him all the potential hassle that could've been. "I must say, it was pretty interesting stuff, though I'm not so well versed in the specifics as I probably ought to be. My best wishes to Lady Syuoka on her coronation and to your country in its future. Her Imperial Majesty is glad to know our countries will remain committed to our historic ties of friendship and amity."

And now, chop chop, Simuun," he berated the waiter. "Come then, our guest doesn't have all day, you know!" Turning back to Siegfried, he explained, "we have a hidden stash of the best Yalottskii tea. Come then, would you like to move to a more secure and private location to speak? I have had a conference room prepared for this occurrence."


"That's why I'm here, right? Lead the way, minister." Siegfried replied, eager to get down to business.



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Postby The Ecclesiastical States » Sat Nov 14, 2015 11:39 pm

Apostolic Legate Alexander Howe had only been recently appointed as the head of the diplomatic mission of the Ecclesiastical States to Yalottska by His Holiness, the First among Equals. While he had been sent to congratulate Princess Kenna, who would soon become Empress of Yalottska, he had also been sent to act as an liaison to the Christians that might need some sort of support within Yalottska. Thus he had arrived weeks earlier to conduct any necessary work before the ceremony itself.

The time he was sent in Yalottska the weeks before had been quite enjoyable. Most of the time he was kept busy within the Apostolic Nunciature or when he wasn't doing that, he was visiting churches. The few brief moments of respite he had been made enjoyable by the beautiful sky and of course Yalottskii tea. He had grown to enjoy the various, delicious teas here and planned to send back a large supply to a few friends and family. He understood that tea here was a major cultural phenomenon similar (or perhaps even more so) to that of some Ecclesiastical territories in Asia.

And now he sat watching her (Kenna) walk up to altar being watched by men and women gathered from all over. Alexander himself was an old grandfatherly figure with twinkling blue eyes. He was a tall and slightly round man, with well-groomed silver hair and beard. He wore a simple conventional suit with a clerical collar and a silver cross hung from his neck. He seemed a little bit out of place among among the more extravagantly dressed dignitaries. He had to admit that he was displeased just a "little bit" about the pagan ceremony. He was after all a devout Christian. But there was not much he could do about that. "For we are, but men and only God can change the hardened hearts of people," he thought.

He watched as the ceremony occurred, as young Kenna walked forward, and as Zkaiboto Kennoskii, the head Fire Dancer glared down upon her. He had no need for a translator when her new name was proclaimed having learnt the language beforehand. "So her new name is Syuoka..." he quietly thought to himself.

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He now sat in a room filled with people from across the world and the country all who had come to either congratulate Syuoka or fulfill come sort of political agenda of some sorts. He stared at the now Empress Syuoka, pondering about the young child. To him it was truly saddening and heart-breaking on what had happened to her. She had lost her entire family to genocide, an abomination against God, which filled him with wrath at the mere thought of it. And at the young age of fourteen she had become Empress with a new name and that itself was probably the first of many new things. Sighing, by this point he had gotten up and was slowly moving towards her.

As he slowly went up to the now Empress Syuoka, he saw "The Iron Tiger of Kaigun Rikusentai" bow before her. The Empire of Greater Nihon was fairly viewed by the Ecclesiastical States and His Holiness due to a devout Christian population and staunch anti-communist stance. He continued walking forward with a gentle, grandfatherly smile and twinkling eyes. People who saw or meet him often had remarked afterwards how he had seemed to almost always radiate kindness and compassion. He would have reached her, had not two young adolescents (15 or 16 perhaps) beaten him. Smiling he thought, "Ah, youth. Always so restless, especially nowadays." He quietly stepped forward behind the Ghantish delegation ready to greet her when it was his turn.
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Amelia

While Amelia closed her eyes at how silly Charles sounded when he spoke to the newly minted Syuoka, the latter did blush at the compliment. "Wow...thank you…that was very...sweet of you."

“Thank you,” Chuck responded with an anxious smile. There was a pause, and Amelia cut into it promptly before things turned awkward.

“So how did it go? I mean we all saw the ceremony, but what was it like, actually doing it? Was that dog statue you wore on your head heavy? Did it make your neck hurt?”

The awkwardness between the young people was cut when Syuoka asked them a question. "It must be quite the distance from Ghant. How are you liking it here in my country?"

Charles, on the other hand, pointed someone out that he recognized. “Hey look! It’s Dr. Paul Aphek from New Edom! Isn’t that one of mom’s friends?”

“…Uh…not really. Maybe a little bit.” Amelia tried not to be too nosey with her mother’s life, since it didn’t ever seem especially interesting. “So…we call you Syuoka now?” While Kenna seemed like a nice name, if she was meant to go by Syuoka, then so be it. Amelia was mindful of the people standing behind her and her brother waiting to speak to Syuoka, so she knew they couldn't linger there for long.

Enki

Ser Enki laid in a side alley near the palace, resting for a moment against the side of a building, comforted by the shadows that shrouded him. His rest was interrupted however, when a small delivery truck rolled in. Enki shifted his eyes open and fixated them upon the vehicle. They were wearing jackets with…bulges of all things contained within. It became obvious to him that they were not delivery men when they put on masks, and began to enter an open manhole nearby.

They didn’t notice Enki in the alley, but he noticed them. He realized instantly that these were men up to no good, and his first thought was that they were suicide bombers…the bulges in their jackets containing the bombs. Should I follow them or go tell the guards? Telling the guards seemed a fruitless endeavor, since if he tried, they could easily brand him a vagrant and ignore his warnings. By then it would be too late for him to do anything to stop them.

He watched as one after another climbed down into the manhole, until all were in except the last. Looking around nervously, the last man flashed his rifle as he peered, before disappearing into the ground and pulling the manhole shut after him. Enki waited for a good minute or two, and then he got up, emerging from his resting place and walking towards the manhole. After a deep breath, he removed the manhole cover, and assuming the coast was clear, he climbed down himself, and closed the cover behind him.
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Postby Jiakros » Tue Nov 17, 2015 11:25 am

(OOC: This would just be too precious for Jiakros to pass up. A socialist (though hedonistic) technologically-minded constitutional monarchy meets Conservative Superstitious True Monarchy)


A secret service agent walked along the halls, holding a laptop which held Dorian, the nation's leader, speaking in real time "Ugh, look at this mess", he said, without a second thought about the leaders of the nation around him hearing it, because he honestly wanted that. "Hearing about this 14-year old dumbass in charge, with all of her shitty little nicknames. Am I in a nation, or a shitty fanfiction? Next I'll hear she is beloved by all that see her and runs the enterprise. Shoot me at this point" he said, observing the people around him "Even the nation's leaders look miserable in this crapsack. Even the ambassadors from other nations. Such stepford" he snarked, raising his voice slightly, so that all could hear him. He didn't bother waiting. The agent lay him down on a seat, near Syuoka "Look at this. I am talking to a 14-year old who has been brainwashed by her government into believing she is helping her people. What could go wrong?" Dorian snarked, fully within earshot. He was cynical today - even moreso than normal. To be honest, he wanted to get them to threaten them - he needed something to convince the WA to allow him to put those sanctions on Yalottska

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Postby Yalottska » Tue Nov 17, 2015 11:45 am

Jiakros wrote:-snip-

OOC: If you would please take a clear look at the title, you'll see that this thread is Semi-Open. This implies that some form of communication would've been expected on your part before posting. As such, you do not have my permission to post in here.

Regardless, it's doubtful that my nation would've even invited a delegation from a clearly hostile nation, let alone let them anywhere near her royal majesty without first going through the proper formalities. Further more, a diplomatic function is no place to wrangle a causi belli or convoluted justification for sanctions. That's just unrealistic and actually rather stupid (no offense.)

In fact, if your characters did what they did, my nation would've been in complete rights to expel your delegation from the proceedings entirely with little or few diplomatic repercussions, save from your own nation, perhaps.

As it stands, the WA isn't a significant influence in mainstream MT, nor does anybody truly acknowledge its authority or even existence in MT RP on nationstates. The WA is nothing more than a game-side institution that doesn't apply or have any hold over the RP forums. We are not obligated to recognize its existence, in short.

Now, I'm willing to let you continue to post here, but you must communicate with me first, express your IC goals and intentions for this RP more clearly, get my approval to post, and abide by basic rules of RP etiquette and realism standards. My TG box is always open to your questions, comments, and concerns, but until you have received my express approval to do so, you are hereby prohibited from posting in this thread.

Just for clarification, Eyuka Syuoka is not "in charge," for future reference. It's widely and commonly known that she is a figure-head monarch abroad, which I actually addressed in my opening-post. She wields absolutely no political power, and your ambassador should have and would have known this if you had TGed me in advance and/or read my factbook which is located here.
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Postby Jiakros » Wed Nov 18, 2015 7:23 am

(OOC: Ah, sorry about that - new to RP forums, but read here;
Jiakros wrote:14-year old who has been brainwashed by her government into believing she is helping her people
Dorian is clearly aware she is a figurehead. As for why they are here, they managed to develop connections with disgruntled government officials and convinced them to send them an invitation. I should probably edit my post, yes?)

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Postby Yalottska » Wed Nov 18, 2015 10:32 am

Jiakros wrote:(OOC: Ah, sorry about that - new to RP forums, but read here;
Jiakros wrote:14-year old who has been brainwashed by her government into believing she is helping her people
Dorian is clearly aware she is a figurehead. As for why they are here, they managed to develop connections with disgruntled government officials and convinced them to send them an invitation. I should probably edit my post, yes?)

OOC: You should've taken this to TG, as I did ban you from posting in this thread until further approval. That being that, I understand that you have no malicious intent. For future reference, however, when the OP of a thread revokes your posting privileges, you must stop posting or face actions by the mods including the removal of your posts.

You should've cleared the "disgruntled government officials" bit with me, first. As it stands, I don't think it's a legitimate reasoning. Ayamai, my dictator prime minister tends to micromanage such things, and I hardly doubt she's going to let an invitation to Jiakros pass under her nose. She probably had these "disgruntled officials" deposed, to be completely frank, if they did exist.

Not to say that there isn't political unrest and corruption in my nation--there clearly is-- but my nation is what you might consider an illiberal authoritarian democracy; people don't stay in their positions long if they despise the ruling government, and certainly not people highly ranking enough to slip an invite to the Eyuka's huge life-changing ceremonial event. Certainly not whatsoever.

You'll need to think of a better reason, and bring this to TGs, this time.

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Postby Yalottska » Thu Nov 19, 2015 1:34 am

~~Senyaukka~~

Senyaukka set the boiling pot of tea aside, basking in the strong scent of chamomile as it wafted into his eager nostrils. Closing his eyes in appreciative silence, he beamed widely and nodded to himself twice, as if affirming that indeed the tea was spectacular; it was, after all, from an unearth stock more than three centuries old, with aged teas discovered in an air-tight container in the depths of the Yalottskii desert.

Having poured a small cup for his Ganosian guest, Senyaukka proceeded to raise the tea to his lips and blow on it furiously in an attempt to cool it down. Even the Yalottskii, who took their tea boiling hot daily, were not used to scalding hot water dribbling down their throats. Sighing, Senyaukka put the tea aside for a few moments, quietly gathering himself and collecting his thoughts before speaking.

“Well, then,” he smiled, cracking his knuckles simply, “I suppose you must’ve been sent by your government to affirm that, despite this shift in the balance of power, the long-standing Yalottskii-Ganosian alliance still remains firm and strong.” He sipped his tea slowly now that it had cooled sufficiently, whilst keeping his eye on the Ganosian man sitting across the table. He took a moment to gauge the man’s reactions before continuing.

“And as a representative of the Ayamai administration,” he muttered as he replaced the cup on its saucer “I’d like to say that, if this is your intent, we are more than willing to maintain and perhaps even expand and nurture this historic union between our two nations. Ku’zzoateia is very interested in maintaining the strategic partnership between our nations.”

* * *


~~Syuoka~~

“It was the heaviest thing in the world,” Syuoka silently admitted, glancing about herself as if ashamed to admit it. “My neck could barely stand the strain.” She was quite glad that she no longer had to wear the heavy monstrosity, and her neck beat out in pain simply thinking about it.

“Of course, I suppose you must call me Syuoka, now,” Syuoka replied cooly. “It’s Yalottskii tradition. My identity as a little girl is now lost, and I am now to ascend into woman-hood. I don’t imagine that I’ll find it easy to transition to having, of all things, a brand new name,” she chuckled, “but I’ll have to get used to the sensation sooner or later. After all, Yalottskii women have been receiving new names for centuries. I’ll have to simply grow to accept it.” Her eyes, however, reflected shimmering pools of doubt.

Noticing the kindly old Apostolic Legate waiting his turn, Syuoka gave the two Ghantish children a rueful smile. She would have to continue this chat later.

“We must catch up after the formalities,” Syuoka apologized, “but I must continue chatting with my well-wishers. But please do help yourselves to the refreshments. I promise to meet with you later--just leave the location of your accommodations with one of the Kojuts* and I’ll arrange to meet you as soon as possible.”

*Yalottskii slave-guards, generally castrated and indoctrinated from birth, raised to be the optimal guardians for the Yalottskii Empresses.

“And how are you, Mr Howe?” Syuoka grinned, bowing before the elderly man. Despite having just participated in a pagan ritual characteristic of her people, Syuoka was a practicing Catholic, though for sake of consistency, she couldn’t worship in public, and was forced to hide her faith. “I’m honored that you took the time to come witness this simple ritual. How is the Yalottskii summer-heat treating you?”

* * *


~~Elsewhere~~

The Vong’khai militants worked their ways through the palace’s underground tunnels networks without delay, hesitation or pause. Clearly, they knew these tunnels like they might their own lands, and their movements carried the knowledge of a trained band of fanatical, professional warriors. In the name of national liberation, freedom, and liberalization, these men fought and devoted their sweat and tears.

Their eyes carried the flame of righteous anger--anger against the highly repressive order that the Eyukate stood for. An order that still permitted the de facto practice of slavery, an order that abandoned the poor of its nation to perpetual starvation and squalor. An order that taxed the poor to fund a massive army that was used to oppress the same poor. And with every defy movement, their convictions were shown to be unwavering and found.

Soon, they assembled in the palace laundry rooms whereupon the front man took a bolt-cutter and snapped his way through the thin grate. A Kojut guard happened to chance upon the party, but they quickly came upon the man, muffling his terrified screams as they slit his throat, watching the blood stream from his neck and condense on the floor.

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Postby New Aeyariss » Thu Nov 19, 2015 1:56 am

OOC: I have to apologize for shitty post. I am not feeling well, but I do not want to keep Yalo waiting either ;). But there isn't really much to post anyway.

Also I know I hadn't mentioned by PSD before, but I always move my dignitaries with protection.




Takeda simply bowed in front, still avoiding eye contact with her eyes. After all, he was talking to Tenno Heika, an Empress, something that he wasn't eager to offend. Being proper authority in Nihon, man with great social status and respect among the population, General Daisuke had to observe ancient laws and customs of the Nihonese people, who placed high emphasis of proper behaviour according to various ceremonies. This man, although strong and powerful, wasn't so eager to increase his own image; especially that humility was one of major traits of Nihonese warrior culture which stated that "the road to the top lays through the valleys", which literally meant that one should learn to serve to lead.

Then, however a more interesting figure appeared. Ayamai Ku'zzoakeitta, current Yalottski president, a woman in her middle age, instantly caught Daisuke's attention even before she came to him - nothing surprising considering that Daisuke never let his guard down, and neither did his five bodyguards from the "Sea Tigers" special forces unit of the Imperial Nihonese Navy, neither did remaining 18 armed men waiting in his motorcade in front of palace, who had to evacuate him out of the palace in case of attack.

"Thank you" he turned around and went with her slowly, his five bodyguards still in open box formation around him, with the AIC (agent in charge) close to him the moment when he will need evacuation "It is a honour to meet your excellency, Ku'zzoakeitta - san. What do I owe such honor to be talking with your excellency here?"
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Postby Ganos Lao » Thu Nov 19, 2015 10:46 am

Yalottska wrote:Having poured a small cup for his Ganosian guest, Senyaukka proceeded to raise the tea to his lips and blow on it furiously in an attempt to cool it down. Even the Yalottskii, who took their tea boiling hot daily, were not used to scalding hot water dribbling down their throats. Sighing, Senyaukka put the tea aside for a few moments, quietly gathering himself and collecting his thoughts before speaking.


Verner calmly thanked his Yalottskii host for the tea, and sipped from his cup after a light blow or two. He thought it tasted rather well, and gently placed it beside him on the table.

"This is a rather lovely tasting tea," Verner told him. "It's rather refreshing. I ought to acquire some; the missus will find it to her liking, I'm sure."

No doubt she would, he thought. She'd always like to collect curiosities from her husband's travels. He already acquired some little trinkets from some local vendors to bring home to her. Some packets of tea would be good, he thought, when they'd spend time together in between his duties.

“Well, then,” he smiled, cracking his knuckles simply, “I suppose you must’ve been sent by your government to affirm that, despite this shift in the balance of power, the long-standing Yalottskii-Ganosian alliance still remains firm and strong.” He sipped his tea slowly now that it had cooled sufficiently, whilst keeping his eye on the Ganosian man sitting across the table. He took a moment to gauge the man’s reactions before continuing.


"That would be it, yes." Verner replied. His face lit up with a reciprocated smile, and he seemed rather eager to get down to business. "Her Imperial Majesty's governments hopes that our two countries can stay united in a spirit of sincere friendship, as we have up to this point. It's good to know your government shares the same view. As far as I can make out, I believe Yalottskii tourists quite enjoy coming to our country. In fact, before I was told to come here to represent my country's government, I saw some Yalottskii tourists taking pictures by one of our landmarks. A family of four, I believe. They were quite happy, and that makes us happy."

“And as a representative of the Ayamai administration,” he muttered as he replaced the cup on its saucer “I’d like to say that, if this is your intent, we are more than willing to maintain and perhaps even expand and nurture this historic union between our two nations. Ku’zzoateia is very interested in maintaining the strategic partnership between our nations.”


"Expand, you say? If you have any ideas, I am happy to hear them. Indeed, Her Imperial Majesty's government would have no problem considering such ideas from your country's government. Our latest idea, the broadening of the cultural exchange between our nations, was quite successful. The vendors I visited at a local market prior to my arrival even spoke a bit of Ganosian to me. Likewise, I'm sure my people have learned some of your tongue while interacting with your tourists."



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Postby Ghant » Fri Nov 20, 2015 11:18 am

Amelia

“It was the heaviest thing in the world,” Syuoka confessed to the twins. “My neck could barely stand the strain.”

“That sucks…at least you never have to wear it again,” Amelia tried reassuring her. “Imagine how funny it would have looked if it was me up there with that thing on my head. I would have probably fallen over.” Charles giggled at that, causing his sister to glare at him, which made him stop.

As for her name, Syuoka said, “of course, I suppose you must call me Syuoka, now…it’s Yalottskii tradition. My identity as a little girl is now lost, and I am now to ascend into woman-hood. I don’t imagine that I’ll find it easy to transition to having, of all things, a brand new name,” she chuckled, “but I’ll have to get used to the sensation sooner or later. After all, Yalottskii women have been receiving new names for centuries. I’ll have to simply grow to accept it.” Her eyes, however, reflected shimmering pools of doubt.

“Well, we will be around for you,” Amelia smiled. “Everything is easier with friends. Charles here is good at being a friend…he’s like a dog that can talk and take itself to the bathroom.”

Charles blushed embarrassingly, and sheepishly said, “I would like to be your friend, K…Syuoka, and I would like to see you happy…as it would hurt me to see you sad.” Amelia winced, and then noticed the people waiting to speak to Syuoka…who also noticed. She gave the twins a rueful smile.

“We must catch up after the formalities,” Syuoka apologized, “but I must continue chatting with my well-wishers. But please do help yourselves to the refreshments. I promise to meet with you later--just leave the location of your accommodations with one of the Kojuts and I’ll arrange to meet you as soon as possible.”

“Thank you Syuoka,” Amelia returned the smile and a curtsey as she pulled her brother off with her.

“…What’s a Kojut?” Charles asked his older twin once they were a distance away from Syuoka and whoever she was speaking to now.

“Those guards that don’t have balls,” she told her brother. “Seriously though…it would hurt you to see her sad? You going mushy on me Chuck?”

“…I…uh…no,” Charles was still a shade of crimson. “Just trying to be polite.”

Amelia shook her head. “Yeah, let’s go find Dr. Aphek. I hear New Edom banned WorldVision…that’s pretty gay.”

Enki

Enki remained a safe distance behind the men he was following from the streets down into the manhole. He wasn’t sure where it led to or where these men were going, but he figured he would find out soon enough, by continuing to follow them through the tunnels underneath the streets. From what he could observe, these men knew full well where they were heading, and they navigated the tunnels as though they knew them.

They are trying to infiltrate the palace, Enki thought as he followed the group of men, remaining within as the lot of them filtered into what appeared to be a room of the palace. After a few moments, they began to slip out of the room deeper into the palace, and Enki began to emerge from the tunnels.

He saw where the tunnels led into the room of the palace via a thin gate that had its lock cut, and that the room was in fact a laundry room. There had been a guard there, but now he was dead, with a sliced throat and blood pooling on the floor next to his body. Now I know these men possess ill intent.

As Enki bent over to close the man’s eyes, he noticed that the slain guard had a weapon strapped to him…a rifle with a bayonet. While Enki was no fan of guns, he knew that he would need it to stop these people, who clearly meant harm to those Enki intended on protecting. So he took the gun off the corpse and strapped it to himself, before continuing after the infiltrators.
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Postby Yalottska » Fri Nov 20, 2015 5:52 pm

~~Kheikvokt Shennatskii~~

Kheikvokt Shennatskii was a burly man with a grand handle-bar mustache that obscured the better part of his tanned face. A seasoned veteran of a thousand campaigns, the military man prided himself on the vast assortment of metals, Yalottskii and foreign, that adorned his khaki uniform. They had gotten to the extent that one could hear him coming from several hundred meters away, as they would jingle like so many hundreds of chimes, earning him the nickname “the gong of Yalottska.” A jagged scar ran over his left eye, which he affectionately referred to as “Kyuoka,” after his late wife.

Kheikvokt smiled gaily, sipped his cider, and made pleasantries in his present company--currently a small crowd of Yalottskii industrialists--but there were a few guests of interest in particular he was very interested in coming into contact with tonight. Catching one of them in his hawkish eye, he excused himself and slowly waded his way through the throngs of well-wishers, nobles, and foreign dignitaries, excusing himself for his bulk and clumsiness.

“Pardon me..” he muttered, passing between a pair of lovers preparing to lock themselves in an amorous embrace. “If you’ll excuse me...” he shoved his way through a small noble family posing for a picture. “I’m just coming through...” he winced, squeezing in the tight gap between two groups of foreign colonial governors. He was, clearly, not a man of finesse or tact. As in all things, he demonstrated a willingness to use brute-force and directness when it came to navigating the crowded banquet hall. Anybody could see that.

“Pri’ahanaii,” Hello he called out the moment he was within clear earshot of his target. “Count Numir, is it? Do you have a moment? I would very much like to have a word, if you aren’t presently occupied.”

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~~Ayamai Ku’zzoakeitta~~

President Ku'zzoakeitta smiled and simply beckoned the General to follow her to a small back area that had been prepared for such high-level diplomatic talks. She was a woman of few words, and she preferred to keep it that way. Waiting patiently for her guest and his retinue to situate themselves, she nodded affirmatively towards him, before speaking.

“Thank you for your time and energy, General Daisuke,” she began. “I understand that your journey from Nihon must’ve been tiring and long. I do hope that you are presently in good health, then.” She watched as the palace-Kojut poured a small glass for the President and her guest.

“I do wish to speak with you about a certain situation arising in the Yalottskii nation.” She slipped silently and slowly before carrying on. “Doubtless you know about the current situation in Vykkoshkatt. You do, after all, have a reputation for being well-informed and connected. So I don’t believe a complicated or in-depth analysis or briefing is required. But let me give one, regardless, just to ensure that we’re on the same page.”

“Thousands of angry socialists have assembled and taken arms against the Yalottskii state.” Ayamai sighed. “And the situation looks somewhat grim, if I may be honest. Defeating them militarily isn’t a major issue; we have superior firepower, equipment and numbers; we could certainly win a conventional fight--our army is after all trained and armed by the best,” she chuckled wryly, invoking Nihonese support in developing and training the Yalottskii military. “Unfortunately, we believe that this movement might have strong native support in the province. As such, we’re preparing ourselves for a long-term fourth generation conflict against what is effectively a non-state actor.”

“We simply wants assurances of Nihonese support against this rebel scum. I do hope that the Yalottskii-Nihonese strategic partnership is firm enough that you would see our interests as crucial as your own in this matter.” She awaited her guest’s response.

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~~Shukko Senyaukka~~

“Let me cut directly to the chase, and avoid any of this chitter chatter. Is that fine with you?” Senyaukka cleared his throat before continuing. “Yalottska is in danger, presently, my friend. I don’t know if your intelligence services have yet to relay this back to you, but radical socialists in Vykkoshkatt territory have begun to arm themselves en masse. We’re, naturally, planning to send a military expedition to quash this little uprising, which should be enough. Should be.”

Senyaukka finished his tea, and his servant took the empty cup and began to refill it.

“Unfortunately, Vykkoshkatt is notorious as in it’s populated by a population that is innately sympathetic to the socialist Ven’tukuoi movement. And these socialists have aligned themselves with the Vhong’khai nationalists native to the province.” Senyaukka shook his head. “We’ve been, and I’ll admit this with no little shame, rather oppressive in the region, banning their religious practices of such gruesome human sacrifice and old customs. I still say we were justified. Regardless, they want out of the Empire. And that, my friend, simply won’t do.”

“Imagine,” Senyaukka huffed, “if we were to offer them independence! Why, it’d be a riot. Every Pokuii and Yupik would want to secede from the ancient Imperial order! The glorious continental Yalottskii empire, bound together for thousands of years by shared linguistic and political ties, now to dissolve at the whim of pathetic socialists. It’s galling, really.”

“Yalottska simply wants assurances that our Ganosian allies will, at the very least, lend financial and diplomatic support to our cause as we attempt to contain and suppress these nationalist sentiments,” Senyaukka nodded gravely. “In return, Yalottska can offer oil, passage through our canals, or whatever else it is that Ganosian needs which would merit such support.”
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Postby New Aeyariss » Sat Nov 28, 2015 2:33 am

General Daisuke slowly sat in his place, rolling his eyes around like two security cameras, his bodyguards left outside. President Ku'zzoakeitta made, at first glance, positive impression on him; she seemed to be a well educated woman, knowledgeable on political topics, one that easily moved across the halls of residences of heads of state, and one that knew how to care for her people, even if this required a stronger hand from time to time.

News about communist insurgency weren't really something that Takeda hadn't heard before. After all, Gunpeitai was everywhere, and all Nihonese commanders placed high emphasis on knowledge; knowledge being KEY element of warfare. If there was no intelligence regarding current state of Yalottska, General Daisuke would not even come here - after all, before he landed, his entire time was filled with reading reports about current events in this part of the world, and biographies of important local politicians whom he could encounter here - President Ku'zzoakeitta being one.

Current real leader of Yalottska could see sudden change on face of what she could perceive was new general of Nihon. That man no longer was calm and humble. His calmness wasn't gone, but his calmness now resembled how calm an experienced tiger is when it is close to his prey, already reveals his claws and fangs as he gets ready to jump on unsuspecting deer to rip it to shreds before poor animal even notices that mighty cat that Nihonese loved killed him. That was true face of Takeda - his warrior's name, "Iron Tiger of Kaigun Riukusentai" wasn't accidental.

"You have assurance of all necessary help from the Empire of Greater Nihon" she heard his voice; low, but powerful, like a tiger was roaring at her, but not loudly, the moment when he sees a mere annoyance the socialists were "We do not abandon our friends, and neither shall we this time. It would have been grave dishonour to do so. Let it be known that we are willing to offer you as much help as you require."

She looked in his eyes. The same cold, deep eyes of predator, who even if had only friendly plans to her, could devour anybody he wanted in matter of seconds...
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Postby Ganos Lao » Wed Dec 02, 2015 11:01 am

Yalottska wrote:“Let me cut directly to the chase, and avoid any of this chitter chatter. Is that fine with you?” Senyaukka cleared his throat before continuing. “Yalottska is in danger, presently, my friend. I don’t know if your intelligence services have yet to relay this back to you, but radical socialists in Vykkoshkatt territory have begun to arm themselves en masse. We’re, naturally, planning to send a military expedition to quash this little uprising, which should be enough. Should be.”


"Yes, I'm well aware of that. It's all the rage amongst the locals of the capital, of course." Siegfried solemnly mused. "Ganosian intelligence reports given to me before I even boarded the jet here told me as much too. The missus kept it at the forefront of any discussion about my trip."

He shrugged, and took a sip of his tea. "I wish your soldiers the best of luck. Left to spread, the uprising could become a full blown revolution, and that's something no young woman like your sovereign should have on her shoulders."

Senyaukka finished his tea, and his servant took the empty cup and began to refill it.

“Unfortunately, Vykkoshkatt is notorious as in it’s populated by a population that is innately sympathetic to the socialist Ven’tukuoi movement. And these socialists have aligned themselves with the Vhong’khai nationalists native to the province.” Senyaukka shook his head. “We’ve been, and I’ll admit this with no little shame, rather oppressive in the region, banning their religious practices of such gruesome human sacrifice and old customs. I still say we were justified. Regardless, they want out of the Empire. And that, my friend, simply won’t do.”


"Human sacrifice is indeed worthy of banning, but "old customs" could mean anything, yes? There should be some sort of balance in matters like this, if you don't mind my humble opinion." Siegfried said, reminded of the Ganosian model back home with subject peoples. "You have to teach them that it's improper to sacrifice human beings, but that they can still express a pride in their culture and history. I don't mean to come off the wrong way over this, but I trust you're well acquainted with the Ganosian model. Perhaps a look into it would be best for your country?"

“Imagine,” Senyaukka huffed, “if we were to offer them independence! Why, it’d be a riot. Every Pokuii and Yupik would want to secede from the ancient Imperial order! The glorious continental Yalottskii empire, bound together for thousands of years by shared linguistic and political ties, now to dissolve at the whim of pathetic socialists. It’s galling, really.”


"Then you have to put your politicians to work too. It's the job of the soldier to end uprisings, but that of the politician to ensure they never happen to begin with. With all due respect, it would seem they haven't been up to par in that regard."

“Yalottska simply wants assurances that our Ganosian allies will, at the very least, lend financial and diplomatic support to our cause as we attempt to contain and suppress these nationalist sentiments,” Senyaukka nodded gravely. “In return, Yalottska can offer oil, passage through our canals, or whatever else it is that Ganosian needs which would merit such support."


"Well," Siegfried said, "I reckon that Ganosian support is already a given at this point. Our two countries have been firm allies for a rather long time now. But we would recommend that you suppress these unruly elements with a firm, but tender, hand, because while Ganosia has no problem supporting you; indeed, I'm here to reaffirm our ties, and accept what you can offer us in exchange for our support of such a thing, Ganosia would not be too favorable to injustice and wanton acts of violence against these minorities. I was instructed to mention that the diaspora in our country is in check, by the way. None of them have been espousing any sympathies with the rebels. If any do, they're locked up. But in order to keep it that way, and to minimize the work for both our governments, your country should try to reconcile rather than aggravate."



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