THE GATEWAY WAR 1898
OOC
VYMARTOFF - THE VYMARIAN CAPITAL
Eric Peer stood at a modest height and had a small, yet healthy build. As such was the body type of most Vymarians that took up diplomatic talks for the king. Most Vymarians who attempted to become the King's diplomat wouldn't even get an interview, as the standardized tests to keep quality control of those who worked under the king knocked out 80% of the annual sign ups. Peer had been given an unprecedented challenge. One he felt was nigh impossible. Vymar's southern neighbor across the sea had done what would seem as a small, yet justified action. Import levies were increased into numbers that would take Vymarian goods out of competition. Whether this was done to weaken Vymar itself or to cover for Radimostan's recent financial difficulties was unclear. All the more reason why Peer was sent to Radimostan to discuss the matters.
His talks failed in a glorious fire, and the import levies were kept at the same rate. With the growing Vymarian economy relying on exports, and most exports being sent to Radimostan due to its wealth, it was vital those levies be dropped by any means necessary. Peer walked down Yeglen street and made a right on the next block, the directions to the "Kcruger D'xestate" seemingly imprinted into his mind. As he made a sharp right through the crowded streets, a nice summer breeze blew past him, kicking his hat behind before he swiftly caught the fleeing top hat. The Grey building that housed the Vymarian King stood at a modest 5 Stories high with pillars holding up the moldings atop the roof of the building, concrete griffons standing at the sides of the large staircase which was followed by a monument of a Trout making a sharp left towards a fishing hook.
Peer picked up the pace as he strided towards the Kcruger D'xestate. He hit the stairs and quickly jogged up them, his shoes giving off a quiet clap with every step he took as his body seemingly edged towards the building. He passed the monument, maneuvering through the web of diplomats either gleaming in success or mellow in defeat. He checked his watch
3:00
Perfect timing.
The King's guard appeared at the door into the building, asking Peer for identification. He felt the back of his pocket. He struggled for a bit, thinking for a split second that he had dropped it on his journey towards the building, but eventually snatched his from his pocket a small paper back book containing his I.D and handed it to the guard.
"Hmm, seems in order. The King is waiting for you"
With a quick thank you, Peer darted passed the guards, climbed up the main stairway, passed more guards and entered the king's room. And there he sat. His highness himself : Markus Lundbad. Peer immediately followed the red carpet up to Lundbad's feet as he quickly bent the knee "Your grace".
Lundbad smirked "At ease son. How was the talks with Radimostan? I expect they went well...". Peer stared at his feet "I'm afraid not my highness... it appears our attempts at diplomacy has only angered them further...". Lundbad's small smile faded and flipped into a frown. His face displayed an angry disappointment, not at Peer but rather at the neighbor across the sea. He arose onto his feet, revealing his tall figure, the Vymarian Socialist Coat of Arms displayed at his chest. He started stepping down from his chair "I see that they were not moved by our kind efforts...". Peer began to tremble "B-but your highness, I am sure if we continue our talks, we can eventually find a sol-"
"I do not want to wait. The nation refuses to wait, and our socialist brethren have been pressuring me to end those pesky tariffs as soon as possible..." Lundbad began to walk towards one of the windows that looked out towards the city "Radimostan is spread thin, their colonial ambition has brought them to desperation. And now they seek to block us out of competition to not only strengthen themselves, but shrink our glowing potential". Lundbad walked towards Peer, still standing still at the red carpet "I believe your job here is done... you have done your best, but I do not expect further failure on your end". He picked up Peer's face forcing eye contact "Do I make myself clear?".
Peer nodded and was dismissed, the grand doors to the throne room closing shortly after his exit. Immediately, Lundbad called in his assistants to write a royal decree to begin the mobilization of Vymarian Naval forces to blockade The Great Gateway. Lundbad had decided to lash back at Radimostan, which now threatened economic growth in Vymar. He did not expect Radimostan to actually fight back, and he assumed that they would simply give in to his demands due to their stretched forces. The generals who received word of the mobilization order were not certain of what would be the result of such a blockade. But the monarch had given the order, and you would have to be suicidal to question the monarch.
OOC
VYMARTOFF - THE VYMARIAN CAPITAL
Eric Peer stood at a modest height and had a small, yet healthy build. As such was the body type of most Vymarians that took up diplomatic talks for the king. Most Vymarians who attempted to become the King's diplomat wouldn't even get an interview, as the standardized tests to keep quality control of those who worked under the king knocked out 80% of the annual sign ups. Peer had been given an unprecedented challenge. One he felt was nigh impossible. Vymar's southern neighbor across the sea had done what would seem as a small, yet justified action. Import levies were increased into numbers that would take Vymarian goods out of competition. Whether this was done to weaken Vymar itself or to cover for Radimostan's recent financial difficulties was unclear. All the more reason why Peer was sent to Radimostan to discuss the matters.
His talks failed in a glorious fire, and the import levies were kept at the same rate. With the growing Vymarian economy relying on exports, and most exports being sent to Radimostan due to its wealth, it was vital those levies be dropped by any means necessary. Peer walked down Yeglen street and made a right on the next block, the directions to the "Kcruger D'xestate" seemingly imprinted into his mind. As he made a sharp right through the crowded streets, a nice summer breeze blew past him, kicking his hat behind before he swiftly caught the fleeing top hat. The Grey building that housed the Vymarian King stood at a modest 5 Stories high with pillars holding up the moldings atop the roof of the building, concrete griffons standing at the sides of the large staircase which was followed by a monument of a Trout making a sharp left towards a fishing hook.
Peer picked up the pace as he strided towards the Kcruger D'xestate. He hit the stairs and quickly jogged up them, his shoes giving off a quiet clap with every step he took as his body seemingly edged towards the building. He passed the monument, maneuvering through the web of diplomats either gleaming in success or mellow in defeat. He checked his watch
3:00
Perfect timing.
The King's guard appeared at the door into the building, asking Peer for identification. He felt the back of his pocket. He struggled for a bit, thinking for a split second that he had dropped it on his journey towards the building, but eventually snatched his from his pocket a small paper back book containing his I.D and handed it to the guard.
"Hmm, seems in order. The King is waiting for you"
With a quick thank you, Peer darted passed the guards, climbed up the main stairway, passed more guards and entered the king's room. And there he sat. His highness himself : Markus Lundbad. Peer immediately followed the red carpet up to Lundbad's feet as he quickly bent the knee "Your grace".
Lundbad smirked "At ease son. How was the talks with Radimostan? I expect they went well...". Peer stared at his feet "I'm afraid not my highness... it appears our attempts at diplomacy has only angered them further...". Lundbad's small smile faded and flipped into a frown. His face displayed an angry disappointment, not at Peer but rather at the neighbor across the sea. He arose onto his feet, revealing his tall figure, the Vymarian Socialist Coat of Arms displayed at his chest. He started stepping down from his chair "I see that they were not moved by our kind efforts...". Peer began to tremble "B-but your highness, I am sure if we continue our talks, we can eventually find a sol-"
"I do not want to wait. The nation refuses to wait, and our socialist brethren have been pressuring me to end those pesky tariffs as soon as possible..." Lundbad began to walk towards one of the windows that looked out towards the city "Radimostan is spread thin, their colonial ambition has brought them to desperation. And now they seek to block us out of competition to not only strengthen themselves, but shrink our glowing potential". Lundbad walked towards Peer, still standing still at the red carpet "I believe your job here is done... you have done your best, but I do not expect further failure on your end". He picked up Peer's face forcing eye contact "Do I make myself clear?".
Peer nodded and was dismissed, the grand doors to the throne room closing shortly after his exit. Immediately, Lundbad called in his assistants to write a royal decree to begin the mobilization of Vymarian Naval forces to blockade The Great Gateway. Lundbad had decided to lash back at Radimostan, which now threatened economic growth in Vymar. He did not expect Radimostan to actually fight back, and he assumed that they would simply give in to his demands due to their stretched forces. The generals who received word of the mobilization order were not certain of what would be the result of such a blockade. But the monarch had given the order, and you would have to be suicidal to question the monarch.
