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Vionna-Frankenlisch
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Fri Aug 09, 2019 7:51 pm

To: Hosidius Geta, Foreign Minister, Holy Empire of New Edom
From: Larry Tristram, Foreign Minister, United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch
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Dear Minister,

It was brought to my attention today by a member of the New Edom Office of His Imperial Majesty's Diplomatic Service, that the Holy Empire of New Edom has discovered certain information regarding McNernian plans in New Columbia. Edomite knowledge of this information was revealed, I believe, during the latest session of the Chamber of Deputies.

In the aftermath of the McNernia situation, it is a major concern of His Imperial Majesty's Government to set affairs in order. Therefore, I would like to respectfully request as a friend and an ally, that any information regarding the Kingdom of McNernia's plans in the Imperial Dominion of New Columbia be forwarded to my department. If any further data is available to New Edom, such as what intelligence McNernia had gathered on either New Columbia or Vionna-Frankenlisch, I would very much appreciate receiving that too.

Thank you, and best wishes to you and your nation,
- Larry Tristram, His Imperial Majesty's Foreign Minister
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Postby Neue Regensburg » Fri Aug 09, 2019 10:10 pm

OOC: IC changes are in signature

King Peter had decided to let this matter go to the College of Electors. It was a weighty decision, and he felt that the overwhelmingly Catholic populace deserved to have a say in whether Wolfsbrück would enter into a defensive pact with a majority heathen nation. It was a matter of principle versus practicality: On the one hand, the values Vionna-Frankenlisch stood for were in some cases directly opposed to Wolfsbrückisch Catholicism, the state religion. On the other, without allies, Wolfsbrück could not possibly hope to achieve its foreign policy directives.

The Reactionary Party would join forces with the Liberty Coalition to try and pass the legislation through. They believed that the military benefits of such an alliance outweigh the concerns of entering a pact with a heathen land. The Solidarists and Traditionalists believed that religious differences were too great, and that it would be an offense to the Catholic nature of society to align with an Andyist-majority society.

Kurminister (KM) Timothy Harvisch of Solidarity Party opened up. “Our nation is built on the ideals of the love of Christ. What message does it send to the world, if we align ourselves with a nation which does not share those ideals?”

KM Johann Wasserschein responded, “Normally, I would agree with you, KM Harvisch, but under the circumstances we currently face, can we afford to reject those who would stand by us in this time of tribulation? We face challenges everyday that with a capable ally by our side, we could solve much more efficiently.”

Harvisch shot back, “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think? Times of tribulation? This isn’t the ancient persecutions in Gallia or Germania, its a set of geopolitical challenges which we can solve without selling the soul of our nation!”

“I’m the one being dramatic?! A foreign power claims the entire Bay of Gottheim, and yet you claim that we aren’t under threat. This has been going on for years, it is time for us to-”

Traditionalist KM Irga von Rathausen said, “At least that foreign power acknowledges the sovereignty of Christ. These Andyists hold nothing sacred! They believe God has descended from omnipotency to live among us! This is beyond heresy, it is heathen!”

Market KM Natalie Korzen said “I don’t believe that this is necessarily a matter that would compromise the soul of the nation. Perhaps they can even be shown the true path of Christ through their Christian church, once we are in higher regard in their nation. As well, we can’t forget the economic-”

“All due respect, your argument makes zero sense. The Patriarch has never even ruled on the legitimacy of the Vionnan Christan Church!”

Wasserschein interjected here, “They are heathens, and their Christian church has dubious claims to the truth, but we need them to assert our position in the world! Wolfsbrück is great, but can be so much greater standing with one another!”

Rathausen fired back, saying “Better to stand alone than to stand with heathens!”

Wasserschein said, “Open your eyes! Our sovereignty is under threat, and we can at least preserve our way of life if we-”

Harvisch interjected, “You’re being paranoid, KM Wasserschein. The status quo hasn’t exactly hurt us in the past few years, and allying with heathens will undermine our reputation with the other Christian nations in the region!”

Progressive Gary Truffenheim said, “Unlike our own nation, Vionna-Frankenlisch upholds basic human rights-”

Harvisch asked, “Weren’t you the one going on a diatribe about how the corporations of Vionna-Frankenlisch were exploiting the working class? Now you want to throw your lot in with heathens who still have, for all practical purposes, serfs.”

Truffenheim’s face grew beet red, and he shouted “AND YOU’RE ONE TO TALK, SUPPORTING ELECTRO-SHOCK THERAPY FOR GAYS-”

The Kurfürst-Meister said, “Off topic, Minister Truffenheim. Off-topic. It’s time for a vote Volkskur Ministers.”

For: 75
Against: 76


The debate continued like this in the other two chambers of legislature, but the alliance had more support there. The Bundes- and Edelkur both voted in favor of the alliance, and the Council approved 2-1.




King Peter sighed when he saw the document. He personally supported an alliance, but the media firestorm would be hell. The Patriarch would most likely condemn the government, and that would bring on even more negative attention. That being said, though he had the power to overrule the bill, the democratic process had spoken, and he would look like a hypocrite if he vetoed the bill.




Count-Ambassador von Westhaven practically lept with joy as he saw the news in real time, the pact had been signed! He immediately called Basildon, and waited for him to pick up.
This nation has been taken up by Vionna-Frankenlisch, updates to follow. For the old owner see Nachtmark.

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Postby McNernia » Sat Aug 10, 2019 1:15 pm

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE KINGDOM OF MCNERNIA

TO:Hosidus Geta, Foreign Minister of the Holy Empire of New Edom
FROM:Samathan Calgran, Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Mcnernia
CC:
SUB:The Current Situations Drivers
SEC:STANDARD MINISTERIAL TRANSMISSION-MINISTERS EYES ONLY


Greetings
My thanks your excellency for the congratulations on my appointment. Now I believe as an ally you deserve to know the whole truth of the matter of our policy up to this point. The issue is that the generals and admirals are guilty about the issues of Hutanjia and Damoclea. By all accounts that was a poorly handled war, the Generals and admirals know they were deeply in error and they believe that that need to wipe away their failure with blood. And to prove that Mcnernia can be competent on the battlefield. Though the fact our nation has not had conventional war before Damoclea and our last low intensity war before Hutanjia was in support of other forces leaving us with little to no direct practice with occupation. We had little experience with direct occupation.

Then there was also the Falkasian threats against the King. Then there was a Marxist uprising in our country. Which was easily dealt with but at cost. So we did not wish to stretch our resources. This was all under previous governments. Men with idealism more than sense you might say they sought by allying with your nation respect for Mcnernia beyond its own corner of the world. New Columbia was also a bid for prestige within SACTO when we have misinterpreted the treaty. The Prime Minister wanted to keep the General Staff happy and they wanted to do it right. So, this campaign would be more showing off I do believe Colonel Horvath would say.

Vice Admiral Macnarin holds the rights to sit in the House of Peers as a member of the Royal Extended family by virtue of his descent from Emilion II and was quite happy when the withdraw order was given. Of note he strongly believed as ranking General or Flag officer in the region he should have been consulted. The same will be noted for Ambassador Hullar who I have instructed to remain at his post.
It is assumed that our status as a member of the SACTO EFPF-NE is hereby revoked. And also HM Government is concerned about if or not you still want us to



HMS General Zadok Hespernius
Departing with Cornellian Squadron



The ships had departed when the computer in the Hespernius’s CIC had gone active. A data message translated from the homeland. The order had come down to withdraw. Sir Stephen had been roused from his bed and had read the message and smiled. “We are going home Arthur!” he had said as his Chie of Staff had arrived and looked at him. The order had been given, the squadron was to make sail that very night for home. Reactors hummed up from the low percentage of a port station to full power to work the turbines. The Mcnernians would transit out via the southern tip of Acheron. Hugging international waters. Passing the Shrais and others with any luck. All had been kept on board for a potential deployment so there was no problem with the loading of troops and the aircraft were informed. Technicians would be the last out as they would prepare planes stationed at the nearby Naval Air Station would fly out with the intention of meeting the carrier. The Count Laery and the Hespernius. Diplomatic overtures that did not do much against the political blundering.
It was dawn when the first aircraft arrived. Oddly enough the helicopters used for search and rescue followed by the aircraft that were carrying the technicians which were Marine helicopters. Then came the jets. Illusions as well as F-29B Vipers. The planes would touch down one by one. They were eager to be heading home. Ordinance had been loaded aboard tenders by some crew and marines. It would be transferred back out to the carrier vessels when they were far offshore. Heading away from the New Edomite coast. This would happen for a few hours.
“Maintain speed and formation captian Cleary.”

“Aye sir.” The captian relayed the orders to the helm officer who took it in stride and adjusted the Hespernius’s heading.
He had sent a message to his lover. She had waited for him and now they would be reunited. Macnarin would have precious little more. Save an audience with the King. To see if he really was mad. Or something.


Cornellian Squadron ORBAT-Revised from my original ORBAT
1 CVN
1 LHAN
2 CGN
6 DDGN
8 FFGN
6 FSN
4 SSN


2 AOEN
2 ASN
4 SSN
6 SSK-Waiting outside the region for orders to Attack Thouten fleet initially. Now going home
1 Marine Infantry Battalion-450 Marines?
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AIR Element? (OOC: Some advice as to contingents of helicopters would be welcome.)
30 Multirole Medium Helicopters-Marine Corps
10 Heavy Lift Helicopters-Marine Corps
Light Carrier Operates from CVLN
10 Illusion FD
10 F-29B
15 LA-214AS
5 LA-214R



TO: Foreign Minister Jesus Gutierrez, Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of San Carlo
FROM: Samantha Calgran, Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Mcnernia
SUB: Withdraw of Ships and Other Assets
SEC: STANDARD-MINISTERS EYES ONLY

Greetings
This is to inform you that our Cornellian Squadron is withdrawing from the region via the Solisian route of departure. As per our allied request.
-S.Calgran, Foreign Minister
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Postby New Edom » Sun Aug 11, 2019 4:14 pm

To: Foreign Minister Samantha Calgran
From: Foeign Minister Hosidius Geta
Subject: Foreign Deployments
Encryption: Most Secret



Dear Minister,

Thank you for your communication. Please let me know when all your forces have left the Cornellian Empire Region. I am informed that the Ministry of Defense wishes to have a final passing honours from our fleet to yours (via Carrier Task Force Anaconda and to bid a formal farewell to your personnel.

I have the honour to be
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To: Larry Tristram, Foreign Minister, United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch
From: Foeign Minister Hosidius Geta
Subject: Foreign Deployments
Encryption: Most Secret



Dear Minister,

I understand the concern your government must have in light of the allusion to intelligence which was made public by our Chamber of Deputies. I am sorry to say that while McNernia is friendly to both our countries with regard to international security agreements, that nevertheless there has been intriguing in a manner breathtaking in ambition and audacity.

I am forwarding intelligence through sealed diplomatic packets which was provided to me from reports presented to our Ministry of Police, and has been prepared for your review. I will, however, summarize this intelligence here.

First, it is clear from satellite photographs that McNernia has been surveying your oilfields and maritime activities without informing your government. The satellite imagery and analysis is included into the intelligence folders. Since satellites require considerable expenditure of resources, further analysis indicates that McNernian intelligence was already gathering information about geological surveys in New Columbia, and that the satellite sweeps were ordered for confirmation purposes.

Second, it is clear that the operation planned to support the Governor-General of New Columbia militarily and with regard to fuel and logistics was part of a plan to establish bases on the continent of Ayaca. I’m sorry to say that the policy of expansion in Cornellia appears to have been a long standing policy of McNernia’s government, to obtain naval and air bases in key areas of the Region. Our own Admiral Esarhaddon heard naval officers at the Imperial Gala referring to their intent to patrol the waters around Ayaca and Arcologia. Included in the intelligence folders is the transcript of an interview with Admiral Esarhaddon.

It is believed that the Kingdom of McNernia had intended to accept the possibility of being required to stage an amphibious landing to secure parts of the San Carlo coastline in order to secure the oilfields and establish a beachhead in Ayaca. While this may merely have been a contingency plan, it could have resulted in conflict between your two countries.

McNernia has begun withdrawing naval and ground forces from Cornellia, thanks to my government’s negotiations, and the situation has become more orderly.


Hosidius Geta
Foreign Minister
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Postby McNernia » Sun Aug 11, 2019 4:46 pm

TO:Hosidius Geta, Imperial Foreign Ministry of the Holy Empire of New Edom
FROM:Samathan Calgran Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Mcnernia
CC:The Ministry of Defense of the Holy Empire of New Edom
SUB:Future Relations
SEC:MOST SECRET-EYES OF THE MINISTERS CONCERNED ONLY



Greetings
It pleases myself and the rest of the cabinet to hear of the desire of the Ministry of Defense to render us honors via Task Force Anaconda. I have been instructed to inquire by the Prime Minister as to the status of the bilateral agreement which has been designated the Horvath Protocol here in the Foreign Ministry by which we provision you supplies.

Also the location of the Hespernius and her task force is entering the straits between Gloria Regis and the main land of Acheron. Northern end, I am told by Minister Augila and the Admiralty.

-Samantha Calgran, Foreign Minister


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Postby Ashab » Sun Aug 11, 2019 5:34 pm

Tarnum

Certain venues in Tarnum catered to the elite of the society. Party members, government officials, business moguls and foreign dignitaries frequented the Hotel Isis as well as the five star restaurant it had downstairs. Vanilla tablecloths matched the pristine walls of the restaurant as waiters in bow-ties served the patrons dishes of Western cuisine. Cigarette smoke wafted in the air as different important individuals chattered among themselves while dining on capons, steaks, lobster and oysters.

Javanai felt uncomfortable moving about. Eyes were upon him, especially those of young aristocratic daughters who giggled and whispered to themselves while he moved passed them. Each were trying to catch his glance while they toyed with their hair and pressed their chests out. There were nods from men he did not recognize in his direction. Although he could recognize the ranks on those that wore uniforms and they were all senior officers. He saluted as he walked by.

The man he sat down with General Haafil Shaker, who was sitting there with his handpicked bodyguards in suits standing around. Before him was the Minister of Internal Order, placed there by default after the assassination of Haani Mattar. Before Javanai was a bald, pudgy and mustached man. A scary fellow, given the sphere of government he was in. Nobody liked the MIO, especially the Army. Their political officers attached to every company were always a nuisance.

“Good day, Captain. Or Major, soon to be is it not?” Greeted Shaker.

Javanai saluted. “General. Yes, if the promotion committee and God wills it. My candidacy is up for review.” He replied.

“All but guaranteed thanks to the wheeling and dealing of your patron Zaher. The Army Bureau tends to agree. Please, have a seat.” Shaker said.

Javanai did so and looked at the picked apart capon that Shaker had finished. “You are an enigmatic man Captain. I looked into you. Your classmates at the Academy are perplexed at your success and fame. They remember you as a loner and pushover. While your instructors described you as a ‘lazy underachiever’. Now you have the status of a national hero.”

That made Javanai stiffen a bit. “I...simply…”

“Steel requires fire to harden.” Interrupted Shaker. “But all that fame does not mean power...yet. You still need powerful friends. Anjideen’s inner circle, like myself, are good friends to have. Perhaps, better than your patron Zaher who is stuck out there in the west. Far from the true seat of power.”

“My true allegiance is to the Republic.” Javanai said firmly though was queasy on the inside. He had practiced a few canned platitudes before coming to help him stay out of politics. This was one of them.

“The Party is the Republic and Anjideen is the Party.” Shaker said then stared.

It made Javanai extremely uncomfortable but he did a good job of hiding it. He decided not to speak and stared back. Shaker continued. “Be mindful of that, young captain. Now, onto the real business of this meeting. You will be reassigned to the Eastern Corps, under General Kazi.”

“I hear General Kazi is a fine and loyal man.” He said, feigning ignorance of the political implications. Indeed, Zaher saw this coming and had instructed Javanai to spy on General Kazi who would no doubt try to keep Javanai close.

Shaker sipped on his wine then casually set it down. “Think of him as Zaher’s counterpart in the East. Both men being too ambitious for their own good. We are mobilizing our Eastern Corps. It appears there is trouble in New Columbia. The Chacanos are spooked. Therefore, so is High Command.”

“I see.” Javanai responded. “I will go wherever the Party deems I can best serve.”

At once, Javanai was not worried. There would be no war. There could not possibly be. This was simply Ashab flexing its muscles against non-Ayacans to let them know their continent was not available for tampering with. Anjideen had pledged his support of Yanque’s doctrine of keeping foreign powers out of Ayaca with good reason. What happened at the River Cerdo was all too fresh in his mind.

“When you return, I expect a full report on General Kazi. It is likely he will try to offer you his patronage in exchange for...support. You would be wise to listen carefully and let us know what is said between his inner circle should you ever become privy.” Said Shaker and squinted at Javanai.

The young Captain gulped down his fear. He had no desire whatsoever to be part of such intrigues. “Yes sir. If there is treachery in the General’s camp, I shall not hesitate to report. But forgive me, from a man of such stature, it is unthinkable to me.”

“Ha! Brave but perhaps naive. Just pay attention Captain.” Shaker stood. “Now, let us shake hands and take a picture together before I dismiss you.”

He gestured at Javanai to come over. An aide snapped a photo of them both shaking hands and smiling.
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Postby McNernia » Sun Aug 11, 2019 9:19 pm

Cathcride, Mcnernia
Offices of Stephen Neal MP



The reporter was from the National Daily News a rather sensationalist media outlet that was inclined to frame things to seem somewhat like a Thriller movie. But now it was serious as well as somewhat secretive as the former Minister of Defense had stayed late for paperwork and had bribed the guard at the Parliamentary West Building, one of four that was built for the House of Assembly. A rather secure place and the reporter looked at the guard a MRC man who entered him in the visitor logs. Then he was given a visitor pass and he took the elevator to the top floor. Somewhat utilitarian the building was, a place where the Members would handle constituent business so the Democratic values of the past would nominally be preserved.

The reporter presented his pass to the receptionist and he walked to the corner office. It was brightly lit in the halls. Marble on the floors. Modern metallic adornments. The place had been redone in the 1990s and then again in 2010. One of eight buildings. This floor was for the more senior members. A pecking order he honestly didn’t care about. The Times would have gotten this but their correspondent was away. Something about an Army call up. Sometimes it could happen at the oddest times. He merely sought office 5201 for Stephen Neal. He was directed by a custodian who was wondering what a reporter was doing at this hour.

Stephen Neal had worked himself ragged in gathering the data. Promising things to the Director of the SIS. A potential shielding from inquiriy into this incident as Dillan had stood up in the House of Lords and become an ally. Proclaiming to the world on the Parliamentary Broadcast that as Chief of Air Staff he had been. “Gone about by a subordinate and the Prime Minister went along with it.” To which he had been in response
subject to accusations about the events of 2014. Namely you acted against the government and it would be in your best interests to have the civil administration kowtow to you.

Then the former Defense Minister summons a reporter at late hours. Something was up. He entered the outer office looking at the pretty young secretary.

“Im here to see Mr Neal.”

“Ill inform him.” She typed a message on her computer as he sized her up. She was tall, leggy, wearing a fine blouse and a skirt, Her black hair done up and she was wearing heels and stockings and wire rimmed glasses. Though not stilettos. That he saw as he entered the paneled office of the former Minister. He looked at Neal a slightly pudgy and jowly man in his fifties with shocks of grey hair from the stress of being a politician. He lowered his glasses.

“Andrew MacCastlean we spoke on the phone?”

The reporter was some twenty years his junior in his thirties. Neal stood up and came over and shook his hand. Of note was the fact that there was the lowered blinds even as the light was on. It was evening and the MPs were returning to their hotels for the night or off to dinner and partying.

“Ah yes, thank you for coming.”

“Now I suppose youll tell me why you had me come here?’

“Of course.”

And so Neal began.


The following was published in the paper the next day a statement taken down by a reporter at 8:30 pm Cathcride Daylight Time.
TIMES OF CATHCRIDE

8/11/19 Friday (OOC:Don’t know if using real dates is a good thing?)
To Whom it may Concern

I, Stephen Albert Neal, former Minister of Defense and the Member of the House of Assembly for Cono North, Holding the First Seat would like the following to be Publically known by all.

-I was NOT, repeat NOT Consulted in regards to the Ayacan Crisis that the current government has provoked in Cornellia.

-I would have dismissed the officers proposing such a ridiculous action if I had been consulted.

-The General Staff has a pathological need to make up for its past failings.

-Therefore, I have pushed for a no-confidence vote. If elected Party Leader and the Prime Minister I will endevour to appoint generals and admirals who will recommend subordinates who will respect the chain of command. Also my appointees will not engage in brash backstabbing of allies for a bid to compensate for past problems.

-The satellite survaillence of Ayaca was commenced as soon as it was confirmed that the Imperial New Columbian Army was struggling to eliminate insurgents/Native resistance. More so than usual. Normally satellites simply pass over. With minor pictures taken.

-Concerns about Marxism conflated with the egos of people who believe that by taking colonies we raise ourselves in influence within SACTO when the Santiago Treaty is not about that.

-Therefore, our intention to was to compel a shift in relations between New Columbia and ourselves, and I apologize to the world. A change of head of state was the desired outcome.

-Our intention was to assist New Edom by dealing with what was irrationally deemed a threat in the form of The United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch . We apologize for deeming them a threat.

-Our intention was to deploy troops if the Imperial New Columbian Army could not handle the situation even with air support.

-Any attacks against San Carlo would be if there was a need to rescue personnel through kinetic means. With diplomacy working such things are now unnecessary.

-I am greatful that the Republic of San Carlo and the Holy Empire of New Edom has given us the out.

-The deployment of para rescue personnel, I learned after the fact of their detainment was not according to protocol. Only logistics personnel were to be on that aircraft.

-The discovery of oil rigs was found in a isolated area, an irregularity and brought to the prime Ministers attention by and Admiral and a Air Marshal. With some forty eight hours total notice of oil rigs it is suspect that something was afoot.

-It is unknown if any in the private sector by myself or other ministers or members had an interest in the possibility of oil.

-As I have said before there is a need to make up for past failings in Damoclea and in Hutanjia, therefore there has been a desire to be looking for potential threats to New Edom to prove we are competent. This is a clear example of that.


Also published would be data that backed up the whole claims of the former Minister. All viewable online. When asked about the apology to Vioanna-Frankenlisch .the Prime minister would say that while Stephen Neal was not part of the government anymore his statement did reflect the opinion of the government.
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Postby The Shrailleeni Empire » Mon Aug 12, 2019 3:44 pm

Flores, San Carlo

“Oh man, it’s all over the news and the chatter is all over headquarters too. The McNernians sent this plane to Ayaca without any warning. The Air Force see’s it and wonders where it’s going so they intercept it and force it to land at an airport. When security had them open up and come out, they found a platoon of commandos all armed to the teeth. They were arrested and scuttlebutt is, that they are working with Vionna-Frankenlisch and New Columbia to secure some kind of colony here. They were an advanced party for an invasion force.” Benicio said excitedly.

He continued, “What’s more, is the government demands publicly that the McNernians leave and sign a pledge to never return to Ayaca, or to violate our sovereignty and the McNernians haven’t even replied! It seems like they really had some nefarious plans with San Carlo. Everything is on standby, the reserves have been called up, the mountain regiment is being brought back from Arcologia, and Chaco has sworn their support for our defense. It’s been fairly tense, troops moving to the border in anticipation of attack, coastal cities preparing for possible bombardment. Who would have thought that this could even happen?”


"By the Mother!" Zel exclaimed in what was somewhat genuine surprise. "I knew it was bad, but not that bad! Commandos, all that troop movement...you're talking like the McNernians and the VIonnans are gearing up for an invasion!"

What the unembraced hell are they sending me into here? He suddenly began to wonder. Did the Shrailleeni government know that things were heating up? If so, what was his role in all of this?

"Thank God for your paperwork amigo, it sounds like you might be saving my life here. But I gotta wonder, if shit hits the fan, is all of this going to be worth anything?" His face twisted in sudden worry. "Even if the commission goes through, we can't exactly ship meat and eggs through a war zone. It's crazy, crazy I'm telling you. McNernia!" He shook his head. "Tell you what, I'm getting another drink."



It took a few days for everything to come together. Zella'at spent most of his time preparing out of his hotel room, and running to the Shrailleeni consulate in Flores to obtain his new papers. He studied up on the natives who he was going to interact with, their history, language, and culture. Apparently they had an unusual tradition of slapping strangers as a form of greeting, a more violent take on the Shrailleeni palm-out gesture. He also compiled a report to SISI headquarters, which he dropped off during his visit to the consulate. It contained some of what Benicio had told him, including the bit about San Carlo sending supply shipments to the natives.

He also prepared himself physically. He exercised religiously, and practiced his martial forms. He collected his supplies, including basics like food, water, and first aid as well as more specialty items. Some rope and basic climbing equipment, emergency flares. He also retrieved his SISI-issued 9mm semi-automatic pistol from its hiding place, checked it, cleaned it, and holstered it in his jacket. His intention was to conceal it in his jeep until he was past the border. He only had one magazine for it, for emergencies only. Fifteen rounds, and each had to count. He also decided to carry his Shrailleeni short sword, an strange weapon developed from the longer Shrailleeni saber for use by soldiers during the Great War. It was short enough to be concealed, and most of the region's nations knew that Shrailleeni tended to carry them anyway.

Eventually Benicio came through. The papers arrived, the ranking general's name clearly scrawled on them. He had no idea how Benito did it, but he could have kissed him. The man had earned his cut, that was for sure. Armed with this as well as his new visa, he picked up his jeep from the dealer (and sure enough, the winch was attached). Zel packed his supplies into it carefully, and took particular time to jury-rig a fastener for his gun on the other side of a panel beneath the steering column. It wouldn't be easily accessible, but he would retrieve it when he was unlikely to be searched. Benito seemed sure that the general's signature would get the job done, but Zel was a cautious man.

He pulled out of the ally next to the hotel, his tires crushing a bit of garbage left there at the curb, and then began the laborious task of driving out of Flores. He thought idly about Christian, soft skin lit by the moon, but put those thoughts cleanly out of his head. He was a professional, and he had a job to do. He was fully prepared to never come back to this city, if that was what Her Enlightened Majesty required of him.

The jeep made its way through Flores, and then south along a somewhat passable road toward the New Columbian border. In the far distance, concealed by the haze of the dry tropical heat, were high mountains.

Government Quarter, New Adeleux
Ministry of Energy


Having passed a quiet enough night in this odd Ayacan land, Kallatya and Seritha made their way to the Government Quarter of the city, to the building that housed the Minister of Energy. After conversing briefly with the man at the gate entrance for a parking pass, the car slid into the designated area, and the two women entered the main lobby half an hour prior to their appointment time. The receptionist made a note of their presence, and they passed the time in the seating area speaking to one another in low Railti.
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Ja'aek'reh, New Oakcliffe Province
Headquarters, First Infantry Brigade


Sometimes, Brigadier General Felix Mogg thought he was the only sane officer in the Imperial New Columbian Army. Following his brigade's successful lightning attack on the native village of Ja'aek'reh, he had established his headquarters and immediately had supplies brought up from behind the lines, no mean feat considering the situation faced by INCA. Mogg thanked Andy that he had been blessed with the best-equipped unit in the New Columbian Army. His men could be sent back with animal-drawn wagons and the odd truck to gather supplies and, today, they had arrived back in Ja'aek'Reh. Mogg planned to convert the settlement from a slightly oversized native village into a forward stronghold for his advance.

He sat, now, in his impromptu headquarters, a huge tent in the village square. His men who had not moved on were billeted in the village's other buildings. To avoid rape and murder, the native civilians had been taken away, moved back to Port Swincote, away from the frontline troops. Even so, Mogg had already had two men shot for forcing themselves on a native woman. She wasn't even good-looking... "Strange that they'd choose to die for such a damn unattractive thing..." Mogg muttered, not realising he was speaking aloud.

"What was that, sir?" A staff officer, Major Penford, asked.

"Hmm? Nothing." Mogg replied quickly and came to his feet, leaving his tunic draped over the canvas fold-out chair he had occupied. "So has First Battalion actually moved out yet?" He wondered, looking over Major Penford's maps of the area.

"Yes, sir. Colonel d'Olars marched off about half an hour ago, moving towards Pi'aek'Reh, about five hours march away. We don't expect a large garrison so he'll overpower the outpost and encamp there for the night before moving on one of the larger settlements tomorrow."

Mogg nodded, "Good." He couldn't claim credit for the plan but he had set it in motion masterfully, his counterpart in the 3rd Brigade would be shaking his fist at Mogg when he heard. The thought reminded the Brigadier General of the one sticky wicket that had plagued his side of Operation Veritable. "What about these bloody radios?" He asked, "Taffwaite, what can you tell me?"

Major Taffwaite, the Brigade communications officer, rushed across to Mogg, his pencil-like frame seeming to sway due to his height. He looked at his commanding officer with eyes as beady as Mogg's were dark and menacing, "I'm sorry, sir." He admitted, with worry, "We've been entirely unable to contact anyone outside of this sector." Mogg nodded, he must have cut a rather frightening figure, his expression as black as his shoulder-length raven hair and bushy walrus moustache. The Brigadier General was a tall, well-built man and he showed this off by keeping his tunic unbuttoned, although this was just due to the desert heat. “I have mechanics trying everything and we’re hoping to have them sorted by tomorrow. Of course, it isn’t too crippling at the moment but once we’ve achieved our objectives, or if we need support, we’ll need the radios in order.”

"What even is the problem with the damn things?" Mogg wondered, incredulously.

"Well, that's just it, sir. We don't exactly know..." Taffwaite was apologetic and unwilling to anger his commanding officer. "We can't have used the wrong crystals because we don't use those kinds of radios anymore. I can't see how they might've been damaged either. Don't see any way that water could have gotten into the internals..."

"What about the sand, would that do it?" Mogg inquired, "Perhaps the frequencies are wrong..."

"Not the sand. The frequencies are a possibility but they were all pre-set before the Operation began. It doesn't help that the Brigade Set, which'd be the most powerful comms piece we use, isn't here. Must have been left at Port Halifax or we might not have received it."

"Look, just work at it. It's not urgent yet but I don't want it to be a problem in case it does become urgent." Mogg was ever a plain-speaking man, even for his birth. "Keep trying and tell me if there's anything I can do. Is there anything else for me?"

“No, sir, there won’t be until we get the next reports from our frontline units,” Penford informed him. “First Battalion I’ve told you about. Second is moving on some walled town I can’t pronounce and the Third is digging in to the north of Ja’aek’Reh, consolidating our position before they move off.”

“Very good, then,” Mogg closed his eyes, “Wake me when the reports come in…”


Ja'aek'Ro, New Oakcliffe Province
Third Infantry Brigade, INCA
D-Day + 4, Operation Veritable


Third Infantry Brigade’s Headquarters was bustling with activity in the early morning. The Seventh Infantry Battalion was moving out from Ja’aek’Ro to support the Eighth’s push towards Cha’aek’Rol and a member of the Chieftain of the Haeki Tribe’s family, known as Silver Teeth, had arrived at camp as a liaison from his relation. It seemed that Chief Wolfe’Haek was finally moving against the enemy and was leading his force of three hundred riders personally.

General Olyvar Guilford, despite the state of his headquarters, never rushed. He was not the kind of man to hurry about things, as demonstrated by the three days it had taken him to capture Ja’aek’Rol. However, he had always thought that New Columbia could do with more men like him, the whole Dominion seemed to move too quickly and he took pride in the fact that he slowed it down a little, even if only in his own token way. He placed his field telephone back on its cradle, having just finished a rather unpleasant conversation with General Marcus Ictivius, the Ceasian-born commander of the Army Air Wing. Though Guilford accepted that the fuel situation had taken its toll on the Air Force and the Navy especially, he knew for a fact that Ictivius was receiving his fair share of the military fuel supply, meaning that he was either hoarding it or selling it off. Guilford could not think which was worse. He hated the man, plain and simple. The fat, perverse officer was deep into the pockets of the Governor-General and most officer kept out of his way as he was at least corrupt, at worst an informant.

“Give us the common sense of the motherland…” Guilford complained aloud.

“Sorry, sir,” Major Arkenbard, one of Guilford’s staff officers apologised, "I didn't quite catch that."

“Oh nothing,” Guilford replied, “Just despairing, Major, just despairing.”

“Oh, The Flying Fatso again, sir?” Arkenbard inquired, stifling a laugh with a snort which drew a smile to her thin, yet pretty face. “Making promises he can't keep?”

“Or doesn’t want to keep…” Guilford muttered darkly. “At any rate,” he pulled at his ginger moustache, “He was just checking in, even had the decency to apologise, though I doubt he means it. Says he’ll try to get us some air power for the assault on Cha’aek’Rol.”

“At least we’ve got those riders from the Haeki now…” Arkenbard considered, “It’ll be helpful to have some proper scouts.”

“Between you and me, Major,” Guilford leant in, pushing long ginger strands from his face, “I’m not sure how useful they’re going to be. They’re loaded with old colonial weapons and there’s about three hundred of them which sounds good but I cannot say for sure how reliable they are. Their liaison told me that they found rebels, both white and native, behind our lines but surely that’s impossible…”

“We’ve got a convoy coming up soon, sir, do you think we’d ought to warn them?”

“Send them a message but I wouldn’t worry too much. How many rebels could be behind the lines, really?”

“Couldn’t say. There’s also the issue of Cha’aek’Rol itself. Reports from the last conflict show that it’s a walled settlement. The natives built a great curtain wall out of sandstone bricks, we’ll have to make a breach or take it by escalade.”

“Or force the gates,” Guilford, who had no experience of siege warfare, replied. “A steady ram could get us in.”

Arkenbard stroked her chin and ran a hand across her short, blonde hair. Guilford noted a clear mark on her forehead where the sweatband of her pith helmet usually lay. “I had considered that, sir. I don’t think a ram will be a good idea, we don’t know what weapons are in the settlement and the time it’d take to break open the gates could get hundreds killed and wounded.”

“True, true.” Guilford conceded, glad to have an officer who’d read Lord Lynwood’s Treatise on Siege Warfare. “So, that means we’ll have to make ladders, or haul up our guns.”

“Well, we’ve got the materials to make scaling ladders. We don’t have the capabilities to bring up any heavier artillery pieces but we might just have the fuel to pull up some infantry guns and shells, they could possibly make a breach.”

“Very good,” General Guilford smiled, “Let it be done, once we’ve reached the walls of Cha’aek’Rol.”


Parliament Square, City of Frankenlisch
Foreign Ministry, Diplomatic Service Building


Basildon picked up the phone and his secretary put the call through, she laughed at the visibly excited diplomat who scowled good-naturedly back. "Ah, your excellency, Basildon here. I heard the good news! Would you like to make your way to the foreign ministry to iron out the details and sign the pact?"

Basildon was well and truly excited. Though he disguised it through his voice, he betrayed it through his actions, he was tapping his knee and twiddling his thumbs desperately. He would have his own full office and his career was sure to reach important ears, it was a true tour de force in his eyes to have snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. And not to mention how the pact would support his country. Basildon nodded happily, to nobody, and awaited Westhaven's reply.
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Sat Aug 17, 2019 5:15 pm

Government Quarter, New Adeleux
Ministry of Energy


The Shrailleeni were shown into Sir Alec Morgannon's quite spacious office and provided seats facing his great pine desk and standing, sturdy figure. The man himself was smiling his usual cheery grin reserved for meeting important individuals and he shook both of the foreigners by the hand. "Good day, what a pleasure it is to see you both. Please take a seat. A drink perhaps?" He motioned towards his secretary and generously stocked wine cabinet. With a slightly wrinkled hand, he picked up the memo to check their names. "I am Sir Alec Morgannon, Principal Private Secretary to Miss Renia, Minister of Energy and Resources." He straightened himself out and leaned back, "How can I help you today?"


Parliament Square, City of Frankenlisch
Foreign Ministry, Diplomatic Service Building


Within the Diplomatic Service, the largest department was the Exterior Office. This office was a department of the DS devoted to smaller Cornellian nations and nations outside of Cornellia. A large number of diplomats, some young and at the birth of their careers, some old and at the twilight of theirs, served the Exterior Office with little real conviction. One of the many duties the Exterior Office had assigned itself, so as to avoid doing real work, was combing the foreign newspapers for important information. This was why Douglas Stewart, a twenty-two-year-old graduate of the University of Ballaeter, was reading through the Times of Cathcride, a prominent McNernian broadsheet.

Stewart drank iced tea from its plastic bottle as he read, disinterestedly, the second page of the newspaper. In it was a public declaration by the former Defence Minister, Stephen Neal. Douglas scanned the transcript with a bored expression. He understood that Neal was declaring his intention to stand against the Prime Minister in any leadership struggle. However, as the young diplomat prepared to move on to the next page, his eye caught the name New Columbia. Stewart quickly turned his attention back and nearly wet himself as he realised what the declaration truly was. Neal was dropping his leader in deep shit. This transcript admitted that McNernia planned to remove King James as Head of State in New Columbia.

Douglas sputtered as he read further and hastily scribbled notes with a scratchy fountain pen. This document was gold. Pure career gold. The Minister went on to admit that McNernia planned to deploy troops to New Columbia and that Vionna-Frankenlisch was seen as a threat. The best was yet to come. Minister Neal confessed that all of these woeful transgressions were on behalf of New Edom. "New Edom?" Douglas muttered aloud, confused. At first, it crossed his mind that the former Minister was pulling a very amateur attempt at international intrigue, however, alongside some small pieces of data provided by Neal, there was a small article in which the Prime Minister confirmed his former colleague's words and stated that they were, indeed, the opinion of the McNernian government.

Douglas could hardly believe what he held in his hands. He quickly scribbled down the more important part of the transcript and what could be inferred from each part, grabbed the newspaper and headed straight for the head of the External Office. Known officially as His Imperial Majesty's External Agent, Sir Oliver Orton was an ancient man, yet he still retained a kind of youthful, excited energy. The man was in his eighties and most knew that he planned to die in office. He had held many positions in his time and, like many diplomats and civil servants, had fought for the Imperials during the Red Decade. He still bore the scars of his war and his glass eye and strange title were often mocked by new diplomats, they soon learned not to mock the deeply respected old diplomat. Douglas approached him and was met with a kind smile and Orton's hoarse voice. "Hello, Douggie, what've you got for me?" Orton asked, holding his hands out.

"Sir..." Douglas handed the paper and his notes over, barely able to speak. "It's... It's big, sir. The King should know- A-and Minister Tristram!"

"The King, hmm?" Orton was unconvinced yet still kindly, he pushed round reading spectacles up his face and scanned the papers. "It had best be good then, eh, Douggie?" It didn't take Orton long to realise that it was good. Very good. "Bloody hell, Douggie." He pushed himself to his feet, old, tired eyes widening and yellow teeth appearing as his mouth gaped in a strange, surprised, open, toothy grin. "This is a career-maker, Douggie, don't you doubt it... This could get you a Companionship, your own office- At least promotion. This is huge!" He was moving with the vigour of a schoolchild, he had little excitement anymore and this was the greatest thing that had crossed his desk for decades. "It'll go to the King, aye. And Minister Tristram. The Prime Minister, too, and Mister Astron. You've done well, lad, for a fellow who only wanted to drink that piss-swill," he nodded at Stewart's iced tea, "and avoid proper work."

"Thank you, sir," Stewart ignored the insult.

"Back to your desk, lad, you work the McNernian files like a bugger. I want everything more we can get on this, this could be war, Douggie!" Orton whispered the last sentence. "I'll get this up the chain, straight up- the very top!"

Stewart nodded. Orton nodded. And both smiled as they tried not to skip around the room.


Parliament Square, City of Frankenlisch
11 Parliament Square, Cabinet Room


"Has the King seen this?" Arthur Astron, the Chancellor of the Exchequer and Leader of the Imperial Party, asked, astounded, holding up the copies that the Cabinet had been given of some no-name Ballaetan diplomat's discovery.

"Yes." Dochlov Zimmermann, the Prime Minister replied, seeming exasperated.

"And? How did he react?" Astron asked impatiently, his blond hair in danger of greying there and then.

Larry Tristram looked at his Prime Minister, Zimmermann looked back. They wore very the tiniest of reluctant smiles. "He exploded," Tristram said.

"Well, we all knew he'd do that," the Defence Minister, middle-aged, stocky Percival Mercer, the proud Imperial Party MP for Trentonville, cut in. "What did he say though?" Tristram reddened at the recollection of His Imperial Majesty's profanities. "The short version, please."

"He was livid, what can I say?" Tristram, who had been helicoptered down to Westonland Castle to hand the papers personally to King James, replied with a shrug. "He ranted for about fifteen minutes." Nobody noticed the Lord Mayor of Frankenlisch passing a fifty-Lucan note to the Home Secretary. "Then he left for his study, I gave a footman forty Lucans to go in and see what the King was doing. He brought the King a bottle of whiskey and came back out with a third of the bottle gone, the man told me that the King was writing a speech."

"Is forty really the going rate for footmen nowadays?" Walter Fox, the Secretary for State Security asked.

"I hope not..." Lord Dominic Halstone shrugged, making a note to have words with his own staff. "At any rate, we need to act before the King gives this speech. Move the pieces into place."

"What was this speech about, Tristram? " Arthur Astron asked from the end of the long cabinet table, taking notes and looking down his long, thin nose at the Foreign Minister.

"I didn't see, though the footman swore it included the term, 'the crimes of Elijah." Tristram recalled, slightly worried.

"He won't like that," Halstone remarked, stating the very much obvious.

Astron cleared his throat and sat back in his chair. Zimmermann wiped his brow. "It could be war." Sir Phillip Green, the Minister of Transport, blurted, saying what nobody wanted to admit.

"It could be war," Sir Rowan Henson echoed, pushing long, dirty-blonde strands of hair from his face and scratching at his filthy-looking stubble.

Percival Mercer nodded, "It could be war," he echoed.

"It'll be war," Astron said, resolute.

Opposite the Leader of the Imperial Party, Dochlov Zimmermann nodded. "It will be war." He closed his eyes and sighed. "We shall need to make preparations before the King gives his speech. Let us schedule an emergency meeting for tonight, so as not to draw attention. I shall tell you ladies and gentlemen now, if any news of what is going on reaches anyone not within this room and the Chief Whip finds out who leaked the information, I will have you shot. -If the King doesn't get to you first with that greatsword his great-grandfather was so proud of."

"I wonder," Tristram thought aloud, "Do you think the King knows it'll be war. Perhaps he's making his own preparations?"


Westonland Castle, Kingdom of Frankenlisch
Royal Study


"Make sure these get out immediately. They are absolute priority." King James Frederick Turrell ordered, placing a pair of sealed packets in the hand of one of his footmen. Two crisp twenty-Lucan notes poked out of the man's pocket and the King raised an eyebrow. The cabinet knew what he was doing so he had to act fast before they tried to stop him. The footman bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him. James lit up a cigar and thought about his plans. "I will be a King to remember..." He muttered to himself, "a King to remember, not some old drunk. A return to the old days, the restoration of pride to our dying patriotism." James smiled, taking a sip of whiskey from a crystal glass. 'A King to remember...' He considered, smiling.


Royal Communique of His Imperial Majesty, King James I
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His Imperial Majesty King James Frederik Turrell, the first of his name, King of Vionna-Frankenlisch, Emperor of the Fallen Isles, Grand Imperiator of the Vionna-Frankenlischian Colonies and Dominions beyond the Seas, Elector of Grangenburg, Duly Appointed and Lawfully Elected Governor of Saint Gall, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Military, Defender of the Andyist Faith and Lord Protector of the Realm.



To: Leonor Bozagua, Foreign Minister of the Empire of Ghant
From: His Imperial Majesty King James I Turrell of Vionna-Frankenlisch
Security: Highest


Dear Minister, I bid greeting.

As events in our great region of Cornellia have, as of late, developed in ways that could not possibly have been anticipated. It has been considered n important priority to continue the development of positive relations with those we are friends with, no matter how positive those relations already are. The Ghantar, as a noble and ancient people like ourselves, and a people who are counted amongst the dear friends of all the peoples of Vionna-Frankenlisch and the Commonwealth, are a true priority for cooperation.

It is to that end that I propose the appointment of a pair of Special Diplomatic Agents to the Empire of Ghant who would report directly to me in my capacity as King and Imperiator, rather than to the Imperial Government. These would be two men I trust with my life who would devote their time to upholding and improving relations between the United Kingdom and the Empire and to carrying out my instructions as to the duties of making proposals and negotiating with the Ghantish government. The approval of these diplomats would, of course, be the prerogative of your government but I believe this would be a great opportunity for the Empire of Ghant and the United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch to improve our already friendly ties to one another.

I would be honoured to appoint to this position two of the finest examples of Imperial nobility. The Earl of Eglantine, His Lordship, Darwin Crawford. And my own son, His Royal Highness, Prince Albert, Duke of Grythshead. These men are perfect for this role and are fully seized with our joint aims.

I patiently await a reply and leave with you my greatest of respects and best wishes.

- James Frederick Turrell, King and Imperiator

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His Imperial Majesty King James Frederik Turrell, the first of his name, King of Vionna-Frankenlisch, Emperor of the Fallen Isles, Grand Imperiator of the Vionna-Frankenlischian Colonies and Dominions beyond the Seas, Elector of Grangenburg, Duly Appointed and Lawfully Elected Governor of Saint Gall, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Military, Defender of the Andyist Faith and Lord Protector of the Realm.



To: Zattem Resbruck, Foreign Minister of The Shrailleeni Empire
From: His Imperial Majesty King James I Turrell of Vionna-Frankenlisch
Security: Highest


Dear Minister, I bid greeting.

As events in our great region of Cornellia have, as of late, developed in ways that could not possibly have been anticipated. It has been considered n important priority to continue the development of positive relations with those we are friends with, no matter how positive those relations already are. The peoples of Vionna-Frankenlisch and the Commonwealth have much in common with our Shrailleeni friends and we consider it a priority to uphold good relations and improve our ties in any way we can. As we are so similar, politically and morally, it would be a grave injustice to ignore our friends to the north.

With this aim in mind, I propose the appointment of a pair of Special Diplomatic Agents to the Enlightened Matriarchy who would report directly to me in my capacity as King and Imperiator, rather than to the Imperial Government. Said Diplomatic Agents would be members of the Imperial nobility whom I trust to a fault and I am certain are perfect for the role due to their personal standings. I would be honoured to appoint to this position. The Earl of Darlington, His Lordship, Richard Spears. And an Espicutan noblewoman of great standing, Her Eminent Grace, Theresa Murat, Duchess of Cathena.

I patiently await a reply and leave with you my greatest of respects and best wishes.

- James Frederick Turrell, King and Imperiator
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His Imperial Majesty King James Frederik Turrell, the first of his name, King of Vionna-Frankenlisch, Emperor of the Fallen Isles, Grand Imperiator of the Vionna-Frankenlischian Colonies and Dominions beyond the Seas, Elector of Grangenburg, Duly Appointed and Lawfully Elected Governor of Saint Gall, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Military, Defender of the Andyist Faith and Lord Protector of the Realm.



To: His Majesty King Peter IX von Wittelsburg of Wolfsbruck
From: His Imperial Majesty King James I Turrell of Vionna-Frankenlisch
Security: Highest


Dearest Peter,

How are you, my friend? I dearly hope that things in Wolfsbruck are coming along well and that this letter finds you in high spirits. I am so very delighted to hear that our two nations are to align even further to one another, to aid each other as the good comrades that we are and have always been. Given that the situation in Cornellia at present is so volatile, I considered it chief among my duties as King and Imperiator to write to you with all speed.

Unfortunately, I am much at sea. Intelligence of the gravest kind has reached my ears today and it appears that my peoples may soon be thrust into the most terrible of conflicts against those who were once our friends. I will not go into great detail in this message but I am to deliver a speech to my peoples tomorrow which will set the record straight. I only wished to warn you, as my dearest ally and great friend, that Wolfsbruck may be asked to honour our friendship and come to the support of old blighty.

I would further like to propose that a pair of my closest and most trusted advisors, both nobles of not insignificant rank, may take up residence for some time in Wolfsbruck to act as Special Diplomatic Agents from myself to the Federal Kingdom. They would be instructed to follow my orders as to upholding relations with the Federal Kingdom and, in the event of war, be authorised to support the military situation. These would be, in particular, the son of the Prince of Wolfswood: Wulfram von Babbenberg, the Duke of Waldkopf, Margrave von Mindenberg-Strelen and Margrave von Neuwesel and Her Ladyship, the Marchioness of Drayglossop, Hana von Saxe-Wettin-Einhalt.

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits, and your nation likewise. In this time of strife I would consider it a top priority to look to the maintenance of your nation’s fine forces, in particular the Wolfsbrucker Navy and perhaps the troops on your Damoclean border.

Good luck and godspeed, old friend.

- James Frederick Turrell, King and Imperiator
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Postby Republica De Gran Chaco » Mon Aug 19, 2019 11:01 am

Yanque, Chaco

Orders came down from the top to halt all operations of Chacanos stationed on the border for now. The ships that had arrived had been ordered to not off load their goods. San Carlo had passed along a desire to de-escalate the situation and the McNernians had backed down and were pursuing a peaceful solution. The Carlanos had been encouraged to pursue the peace and to work to help shore up relations with their southern neighbor. War over such a petty conflict was not what Chaco wanted, and now that it seemed the McNernians had calmed,

Simon Alvarado sat on the edge of his sofa at home with a video game controller in hand. He had a frustrated look on his face as his two young sons and a nephew all yelled instructions and commands at him.

“What the? Wait, who is throwing that stuff at me? Where am I even supposed to go?” He muttered angrily as the kids shouted for him to use different weapons or that he was going the wrong way. At one point he got stuck and his screen could only look up. A flurry of commands from the young gentlemen only confused Alvarado and his character died.

“This is stupid. How can you guys even play this garbage?” Alvarado asked.

“It’s not stupid Papa, you just need practice.” His younger son said.

“How can I even get the time to practice this garbage? Oh, wait a minute guys.” Alvarado stepped out of the room as his phone rang.

He answered and heard the voice of Sofia Muñoca the Ambassador to New Edom, “Sofia, what a surprise. I had no idea you would be calling.”

Inside he was furious at his chief of staff for giving out his phone number like this. Sofia answered, “I’m sorry to bother you like this Minister, but I am just concerned about the effect that this McNernia stuff is going to have on our policy regarding New Edom?”

“Stay the course and keep the current policy. I’ve worked to hard to get us where we are and I’m not having my legacy ruined over a dump like New Columbia. Defense has already ordered a freeze, and we are encouraging San Carlo to continue to pursue peace with their neighbor. You do the same in New Edom, just keep emphasizing the progress and money we are making and the need for stability and security in the region.” Alvarado instructed.

“Alright that sounds fine. I’ll follow up with Minister Geta on all of this then. Thanks again.” Sofia said before hanging up.

To: Hositius Geta
From: Sofia Muñoca
Subject: Developments in Ayaca
Security: Highest



Minister Geta,

There are some very strange accusations coming out of McNernia against your government. Given the context and New Edoms devotion to the stability of the area I would like to assure you that Gran Chaco is not acting on international rumor, but rather on the good actions that our government have taken together to prevent conflict and to grow wealth.

I do not presume to do your very difficult job, but if I may be forward to suggest something, it may be beneficial for New Edom to make a statement of policy about Edomite dedication and support of the security and integrity of Ayaca so that others may hear the truth. Chaco is dedicated to regional stability and will do all it can to work with New Edom to keep this a safe region.

Sofia,
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Postby Republica de San Carlo » Mon Aug 19, 2019 11:02 am

To: L.Caldosean, Foreign Minister of McNernia
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo
Subject: Intercepted Aircraft
Security: Medium




Minister,

I have conferred with the President and his cabinet and we came to a conclusion about the reparations that are owed to the Republic of San Carlo. We have decided that since McNernia has so heavily caused destabilization and mistrust among peaceful neighbors in Ayaca, that you should be responsible in helping to pay for the continued security for the region. As such we have decided that McNernia is to assume responsibility for the cost of ten years of the budget for the National Air Force.

As your government has not been proven trustworthy in the past, we will require a royal hostage, preferably a young princess close in relation to the King to act as a hostage for the duration of the payments. The hostage will be treated well and will be a ward of a suitable family in San Carlo.

Thank you for your prompt response.

Jesus Gutierrez,
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo



To: Richard Laurenstowe
From: Office of the Foreign Minister
Subject: Letter
Security: High




Governor-General Laurenstowe,

It is well that we have, began the cooling of positions on our border. With the recent news that New Columbia had been led to believe absurd promises from the fools in McNernia and was also under threat of conquest from the same bumblers. We are glad that both of us may once again find ourselves in a position of cooperation and friendship. As a gester of good faith we propose peace negotiations for those warring factions in your own nations and would be willing to act as a mediator and to host such talks in Flores, San Carlo.

It may be possible to work out issues through negotiations to try and bring your lost sheep into the fold. We will also be in contact with factions who are currently protesting your rule to find the possibility of such a talk.

Thank you,

Jesus Gutierrez,
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo


To: Chieftess Crow’Hake
From: Office of the Foreign Minister
Subject: Letter
Security: High-Hand delivered with a supply convoy




We believe that now may be the best opportunity to bring peace to your people and to have them as a legitimate self-governing part of New Columbia. My government which has had the pleasure of working hand in hand with your people in the recent weeks, to be a fair intermediary in order to ensure that the killing ends and that both sides can come to some happy agreement about the future. I would encourage your support for this and am looking forward to your response.

With all honor,
Jesus Gutierrez,
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo





Lord Hotspur had been allowed to wait in a fine hotel in Flores. Occasionally people from the government would come to see him and to see how he was doing, and that he had money for living expenses. They also gave him words that a meeting was being arranged and that the government was working to form out just what they wanted to do with his people.

Finally, one day a representative from the Foreign Ministry arrived to meet with the good Lord Hotspur. He was a younger man with glasses and sat down with Hotspur in the lobby of the hotel. He smiled warmly and opened up, “Lord Hotspur, I do apologize for the wait. I hope that your accommodations have been comfortable and that you have been taken care of?”

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Postby New Edom » Tue Aug 20, 2019 12:13 am

The Palace of Justice,
Fineberg, New Edom


As the Council meeting began to break up, Hosidius Geta paused as he began to leave with the other Ministers and senior civil servants, and turned to where Count Emil Sharra sat in his chair beside the head chair which was currently empty. The two Monarchs were on a train tour of Teman Province to demonstrate care and concern for the Temanites and Elwe of the Province, as well as their contempt for the Deadorans across the border. Count Sharra was nodding as his Private Secretary pointed to various papers requiring his close attention, but then he looked up and noticed Geta waiting.

“Hosidius?” said Sharra in his inquiring and gentle tone.

“Er....” Geta rubbed the back of his head and said, “I had a strange message from Sofia Munoz,” he pronounced the name in his Edomite accent, “And she wanted to warn me that there are implicatIons about how...well...it could be taken by some that we incited or recommended the McNernian actions relating to Ayaca. New Columbia, that sort of thing.”

Sharra sat back in his swivel chair and waved his secretary back. “In what way?”

“There were a few key phrases used in their former Defense Minister’s public confession,” said Geta, checking a folder and opening it. “Yes, here it is: “Our intention was to assist New Edom by dealing with what was irrationally deemed a threat in the form of The United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch . We apologize for deeming them a threat.””

“But Vionna-Frankenlisch is not a threat to New Edom,” said Sharra, looking puzzled. “And he says it was irrational, and clearly the policy came from McNernia, not from us. Did it come from us?”

“Not even vaguely. We have made it clear that we supported McNernia’s full apology to San Carlo’s government. We have no policy other than exploring trade potential and maintaining our agreements through the Imperion Coalition. But Munoz thinks we should issue a public statement,” said Geta. He seemed almost embarrassed. “There is, however, no connection as far as my office is aware that attaches us to McNernia in this respect. I think we made our position clear, but I thought you should know.”

Sharra sighed. “Well, I will talk to Unwerth and Ashdod, but they’ll probably give me the same response. What was your response to the ambassador’s letter?”

“I thanked her and told her that we would give the matter careful consideration,” Geta said.

Sharra nodded. “Well, I cannot see what else we can do for now. Make inquiries, I suppose. No sane person would take the ravings of a disgraced McNernian seriously anyway. Are you off to the beach?”

“Yes,” said Geta brightly. “Taking my glass bottom boat out, see if I can spot some fish for my collection.”

“That’s a nice idea. My family are far more interested in water skiing and diving, I’m afraid, but that can still be very nice. A few friends of my daughter and younger son will be there when we go out. Have a nice time. I think we should make the most of this time of peace and plenty...make hay while the sun shines.” Sharra smiled. “Well...I need to finish up here…”
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Postby McNernia » Tue Aug 20, 2019 7:02 pm

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It had been some time since the King Emilion IV had appeared in public since the negotiations began. The Prince Frederick went to see what had happened to his older brother. Some had said that there was the influence of the Queen which was deemed a rather problematic thing. Gaffes weighed on his mind, his biggest fuckups. He had not been one to talk about his problems. And he had separated himself from his family. He had spent time by his portrait of his father, taking out the portrait of his grandfather Emilion II. Staring at the portrait. Not seeing his Prime Minister. And seeing the new Bishop of Cathcride. Considering what made Elijah and his father great Kings. And what he had done. And then there was the San Carlosian request or more properly a demand.

The old Bishop Westermont had been removed and replaced with someone more conservative. And the head of a Jesuit Abbey to boot. While he, Bishop Liam O’Malley did not preach openly against the Kings marriage he was not a friend of the Queen. Cold glares had been a problem. But O’Malley was a Bishop of the Church and a Lord Spiritual and a Peer of the realm. Not to mention that he had become the Kings confidant in the days as the crisis wore on. Frederick was concerned for his brother. He entered with his hat under his arm wearing a RAF Uniform. The doors closed and the voices started.

Servants waiting outside gathered around the door to listen as servants often did. The footmen were also interested. The King had not been seen in some time. His wife had tried to see him but the King had yelled at her and sent her away. Mumuring something in Afrikaans. That had been yesterday. He had gone into isolation since Elijah had stormed out. There had been arguments between the Queen and the King. He had sent her away and not really seen his daughters and his son by her. Not to mention the children he had by the Lady of Wyverngard. The Prince Frederick engaged in discussion with the King. People didn’t understand because it was in Afrikaans. The Prince stormed out. Murmuring in the same language.
The King would send a communique.
TO: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo, Office of Jesus Gutierrez, Foreign Minister
FROM: His Royal Majesty Emilion IV, King of Mcnernia, Head of the Commonwealth
SEC:STANDARD ROYAL SEAL
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Minister,

Allow me to offer my apologies for the whole mess we, me and my government have caused. In your communique you asked for a young Princess. I confess I don’t have a daughter or Niece about the age you want. I have a son and or a Nephew. Then again what is the age you want?

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Postby Republica de San Carlo » Tue Aug 20, 2019 7:22 pm

To: His Royal Majesty Emilion IV, King of Mcnernia, Head of the Commonwealth
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo
Subject: Reperations
Security: Medium




Your Majesty,

After consulting my president, we believe that your son would be sufficient to act in this position while the reparation payments are made.

Thank you for your quick response and hopefully this can go to try and rectify the damage done.

Jesus Gutierrez,
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo

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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Wed Aug 21, 2019 9:40 am

Parliament Square, City of Frankenlisch
11 Parliament Square, Cabinet Room


Night fell slowly for the Ministers of the Crown, the men and women who made up the Vionna-Frankenlischian cabinet worked through a shaky day as they awaited the emergency meeting scheduled by the Prime Minister. Daylight soon faded, however, as it always did. Eleven o’clock came by steadily, marked by the tolling bells of the Grand Cathedral and all the churches across Frankenlisch. They acted as a summoning call to 11 Parliament Square, the residence of the Prime Minister and the seat of his cabinet.

There they sat, unmoving, around the oval table which had seen its share of history-defining moments. Perhaps more were to come, and soon. Zimmermann sat at the head of the table, Arthur Astron sat opposite him. The Imperial Party members clustered around their leader as if for comfort, the Conservatives did the same. Stoic, unfeeling faces looked about nervously and Zimmermann was glad of their silence, he could begin.

“I have it on good authority that the King’s private train left Westonland half an hour ago. He’ll get here by midnight and I expect he plans to give his speech tomorrow.” Zimmermann informed his colleagues, “Therefore we must move quickly to prepare. I want the Foreign Ministry to make all preparations for war. Larry, I need you to drum up international support and work with Dominic to prepare the Commonwealth.” Some members of the cabinet seemed worried by Zimmermann’s sudden activity, some were enthused, none questioned him. “Percival, get the nation ready for mobilisation and prepare the forces we already have. I would like you to help me form a new War Cabinet.”

“I’ll have a list of possible members on your desk by tomorrow evening, Prime Minister.” Percival Mercer, his sunken eyes somehow full of life, responded. “I may well need generous cooperation from the Chancellor…”

“You shall have it,” Zimmermann nodded, “Arthur, make as many allowances as possible. Altman,” He turned to the Minister of Industry, “Support the Chancellor and the Defence Minister as much as you can. Our industrial base must be primed for war.” Zimmermann steadily rose to his feet and began to pace the darkened far end of the cabinet room, explaining things with a strange excitement usually unknown to this stoic bookkeeper of a Prime Minister, “I just want preparations at present, ladies and gentlemen, we do not want to show our hand too early. And every opportunity to end this peacefully must be taken.”

“We must allow the King to speak.” Arthur Astron interceded, “We have no right to prevent him from making a speech, and if it enflames the Edomites enough for war, we must accept that. We cannot betray the King when we may face war, it’d make us look weak!” His voice was at its normal speaking tone but something about the way the Chancellor projected his words was always sufficient to enthuse the cabinet. He had a strange ability to be loud when he was quiet, to say a lot with a little. His party adored him. “If New Edom has tried to usurp New Columbia, as McNernia claims and the King believes, we must oppose them, even if we are against war.”

Zimmermann agreed, “Right. Can’t afford to look weak now… But war is not our wish…” He paused pacing for a moment and swished his right arm about in the air. “What to do?” He asked loudly, to nobody in particular. “We can’t oppose the King as we’d look divided and disloyal. We can’t openly support him either, that’d be declaring war.”

Dominic Halstone spoke up, the Baron had dark, greasy hair and was looking very good for a man of forty years, twenty of those in Parliament. “We could gain from a war with New Edom if we were to win. We could smother their ambitions of empire on their crib.”

“They could very well do something similar to us if they win.” The young and beautiful Catherine Devin, Minister of Health, pointed out. “Edomite victory could bring down the Empire.”

“Mercer?” Zimmermann turned to his Defence Minister.

“Miss Devin is right, technically.” Percival Mercer confirmed behind his grey-ish black beard, “Edom could dismantle the Empire if they achieved a complete, total victory over us.”

“What would such a victory entail? How might they secure that?” Devin asked.

“Jackboots on Romulus Square,” Mercer replied, sternly. Romulus Square was a great plaza with fountains and smaller statues, surrounding a great bronze statue of Saint Romulus, who founded the city of Frankenlisch according to legend. The statue and its square were, together, a national monument and Mercer knew that the Frankenlischian people, soldiers or not, would fight to the death to keep any enemy from it.

“Will the people fight to that point?” David Fairburn, the blonde, thirty-two-year-old Minister of Welfare wondered aloud. “Would they keep going for that long?”

“They’ll fight as long as their King bids them,” Astron assured his party member. “Edom is not exactly popular amongst the aristocracy, they’ll keep the populace in check for the duration of the conflict.”

“What about the business classes?” Devin asked, using a kinder term than most in her party would. “Will they support the war?”

“They’ll be making money…” Astron shrugged, indifferent to the middle classes.

James Altman, a businessman himself and Minister of Industry, spoke up. “Actually, I’m not sure they will be, at least, not to begin with. Switching from a peacetime to a wartime economy probably won’t be easy on business.”

“Fine, and I’m certain we’ll be taxing them further.” Astron admitted, “We will need you to keep the private companies in line then, James. Perhaps some tax breaks now will earn us some favours in the future?”

Zimmermann nodded, “That may be necessary." He adjusted his round glasses ran a hand over his mostly bald head as if expecting to find a full head of hair. The Prime Minister seemed to be ageing before the eyes of his cabinet but remained in good spirits. "Rowan, I want you to take inventory. Tally up how much we trade with New Edom, both imports and exports, we need to know what we're losing out on." Zimmermann checked his watch and yawned. "My friends, we have to be very careful in the coming days. I find it likely that the King will make his move towards war tomorrow, the Edomites might well declare on us within a matter of days, depending on how far he goes. Let us be ready for war, yet hopeful for peace. Thank you all." The cabinet members came to their feet quickly in an ugly symphony of coughs and yawns, along with ear-bursting sneezes from the Minister of Administrative Affairs. "Arthur, might I have a word?"

The leader of the Imperial Party nodded and made his way around the table, pushing his way steadily past the crowd to reach Zimmermann. "Prime Minister," he said softly, having reached his superior.

"How does your Party stand, Arthur, in favour of war?" Dochlov Zimmermann asked, quietly, leaning in slightly as the last of his cabinet members shuffled out of the door.

"Yes." Emotionless, Arthur Astron replied, checking a silver pocket watch.

The Prime Minister nodded. "Mine isn't, some are of course but most want peace and even closer relations. A general of ours, Blackthrope, asked Elijah about joint exercises and was told to piss off."

"I know Sir Horace, he spoke to me. Said Elijah is a hard man, looks proud and looks tough." Astron seemed concerned, though in truth he was in favour of war too. "Might I ask your mind, Prime Minister?"

"I'll do as my King bids." Astron chuckled and Zimmermann continued, "No, no. I know that's not what you're used to hearing from me but I am genuinely apathetic towards war with Edom. I think, if we court the right people, we can win. But I am not a militaristic man, this isn't my forte."

"I understand. I think this speech might be enough to provoke conflict. We know our King is a passionate man and I don't envy Tristram for having to face his anger. If Elijah is like we've heard and James is like we know, we're in for a catfight of Royal proportions." Astron seemed to speak humorously, yet his face and voice betrayed nothing but stoicism.

"Which can only end one way..." Zimmermann muttered. "Thank you, Arthur. See to your Party, and work as best you can with the cabinet to make sure the economy is ready for war. Good luck." He held his hand out.

"Good luck, Prime Minister." Astron shook the proffered hand and left.


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Royal Train, King Edward I


King James sat in his armchair in his personal carriage, the draft for his speech lay finished next to his typewriter on a desk to his left. A fan cooled his body, naked except for a dressing gown and slippers. A smoking cap sat comfortably atop his greying chestnut hair. He sat back in the armchair and puffed a cigar casually, mentally preparing himself for his speech tomorrow. Oliver Wood, the Imperial Broadcaster, King James' oratory advisor and liaison with the television and radio media, had informed CBS (Commonwealth Broadcasting Services) that the King was to make his speech at 1pm the following day. The announcement had spread across the media world, as all other broadcasts would cease for the duration of that speech on pain of a permanent ban from broadcasting altogether. As the speech was to be made at Imperial Palace, from the Royal Balcony, the civilian populace would be invited into Parliament Square to watch and listen.

"Oliver," the King spoke to the Imperial Broadcaster, with whom he was sharing a bottle of sweet apple brandy, "If I make a mess of things tomorrow, what am I to do?"

"You won't make a mess of things, sir. You will be very angry when you give that speech, your anger will be a tool you must harness to shape your words. Your speech is excellent, your voice is perfect and your health has improved since you last spoke." Wood explained, doing his best to buck the King up, believing that he could prepare no further for his big moment. Even the confident Wood, with his youthful good looks and charm was getting anxious, he could only imagine how James was feeling. "Just relax, sir, you shouldn't approach these things all tense."

The King nodded and flicked ash from the end of his cigar into a large china ashtray, painted beautifully with the crest of his House. "You know, I feel a little bad keeping the government in the dark."

Wood sipped at his brandy and nodded in agreement, "I understand, sir, it's never agreeable to withhold things from your advisors. I'm sure many in your cabinet trust your judgement when it comes to New Edom."

"But?" The King predicted.

"But..." Wood continued with a smile, "I agree that it is better to set things in motion first, then charge the cabinet with supporting the efforts for war. May I ask, sir, does the cabinet know about New Edom's transgressions?"

"They have received the same information as me," James explained between puffs, "It seems they are more sceptical than I, or perhaps more pacifist. I just can't see why McNernia would do what they did if not on behalf of Edom, I can't see any sense in it otherwise. It must have been Elijah, or Sharra, or one of their sort... I admit, even I had trouble believing that the Edomites would sanction such a thing originally, but I can't see any other possibility."

"It's quite the quandary, sir." Wood finished his brandy. "We're expecting large crowds tomorrow, all the major media platforms at home are attending and we've invited the foreign press so your words can be heard all over Cornellia and beyond."

"Excellent. Well, thank you, Oliver. I think I'll take a quick nap until we get to Frankenlisch." The King stubbed out his cigar and finished his own drink. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, your Imperial Majesty."
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Postby Neue Regensburg » Wed Aug 21, 2019 4:47 pm

Communique from God’s Servant, King Peter the Ninth, ruler of Federal Kingdom of Wolfsbrück

Security: High
To: Leonor Bozagua, Foreign Minister of Ghant
I hope this finds you, your nation and your family in good health and good spirits. Our nations have been bonded by blood for a century, and with recent developments in Cornellia, I firmly believe that it is important to stand by the alliances by which we are bound, we consider chief among these to be the Empire of Ghant. As such, I would like to propose a visit of my son, my wife and myself to the glorious Empire, to reaffirm our historical ties.
In a spirit of utmost friendship,
Peter IX, King of Wolfsbrück


Communique from God’s Servant, King Peter the Ninth, ruler of Federal Kingdom of Wolfsbrück

Security: High
To: Zattem Resbruck, Foreign Minister of the Shraileeni Empire
I hope this finds you, your nation and your family in good health and good spirits. Recent developments in Cornellia have shocked the Federal Kingdom, with outside forces that shall remain nameless attempting to disrupt the region, we consider it important to cement ties with those considered friends by Wolfsbrück. As such, I would like to propose a visit of my daughter, Princess Christina, and diplomat and Grand Princess of Westbrück, Melissa von Innenwelt, to your nation.
In a spirit of utmost friendship,
Peter IX, King of Wolfsbrück


Communique from God’s Servant, King Peter the Ninth, ruler of Federal Kingdom of Wolfsbrück

Security: High
To: Foreign Minister of Solisia,
I hope this finds you, your nation and your family in good health and good spirits. Our nations have been like brother and sister since our revolts against the Cornellian Empire. With recent events in the region, outside forces threatening to undermine peace and stability, we find it to be extremely important to stand by our historical allies. As a bid to reaffirm the ties between our nations, I propose that we send my sister, Princess Irga von Wittelsburg, to cement our relationship.
In a spirit of utmost friendship,
Peter IX, King of Wolfsbrück





Basildon picked up the phone and his secretary put the call through, she laughed at the visibly excited diplomat who scowled good-naturedly back. "Ah, your excellency, Basildon here. I heard the good news! Would you like to make your way to the foreign ministry to iron out the details and sign the pact?"

Basildon was well and truly excited. Though he disguised it through his voice, he betrayed it through his actions, he was tapping his knee and twiddling his thumbs desperately. He would have his own full office and his career was sure to reach important ears, it was a true tour de force in his eyes to have snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. And not to mention how the pact would support his country. Basildon nodded happily, to nobody, and awaited Westhaven's reply.


Westhaven was elated at the reply. He had been nervous that, for some reason, the Vionnans would back out of the pact at the last moment, but luckily, this was not the case. He said, “That sounds wonderful. Just let me call my Foreign Minister to be sure, and then I will be right back on the phone.” He put Basildon on hold and called Minister Marius. “Minister, Count von Westhaven here… yes, I am good, how are you?... Good... Sir Basildon of Vionna-Frankenlisch’s Diplomatic Service has requested that I head to the Foreign Ministry of said country to formalize the pact… Yes, indeed… You too. Goodbye…”

“Sir Basildon, I am cleared to travel to the Foreign Ministry. I hope to see you soon. Goodbye, and good day.” He hung up the phone, and headed outside, calling on his driver as he came outside. He hopped into his Tesla Model X and it went to the Foreign Ministry. When he was there, he stepped out of the car, and went inside. He walked over to the receptionist and said, “I am Count-Ambassador von Westhaven. I was supposed to sign a document here?”




The King slammed the letter down on the desk in his office. “Gott verdammt!” The last thing Wolfsbrück needed right now was a war. This being said, could they be seen to be breaking the pact so soon? New Edom was viewed with suspicion in Wolfsbrück, as a massive empire on their border could only be seen, but war was far from peoples' minds. At least, the King of Wolfsbrück assumed it was Edom that King James was talking about. The McNernian article was damning, for sure, though, so preparations might have to be made.

Communique from God’s Servant, King Peter the Ninth, ruler of Federal Kingdom of Wolfsbrück

Security: High
To: His Imperial Majesty James I of Vionna-Frankenlisch,
I hope this finds you, your nation and your family in good health and good spirits. I am relieved that our nations have signed a pact of friendship and mutual defense, our goals being similarly aligned in the region of Cornellia. Our two lands shall march into the future side by side as brothers against all who oppose us. Of course, if any nation were to declare war upon the United Kingdom, we will be there to support you. I will accept with gladness the offer to send the delegation from Wolfswood, and look forward to meeting them personally.
In a spirit of utmost friendship,

Peter IX, King of Wolfsbrück
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Postby McNernia » Wed Aug 21, 2019 7:24 pm

TO: Jesus Gutierrez, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo
FROM: Samantha Calgran, Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Mcnernia
CC:
SUB:His Highness and Other Things
SEC:SECRET


Greetings
As of this Moment His Highness Prince Andrew is in route to your country. A concern that was brought up in Parliament was that there is the possibility of intrigue such as using his Highness in a bid for power The Prime Minister assured the members in question that such things were remote to impossible. Rest well assured HM Government will stand by the understanding that has been duly signed by myself and the Prime Minister in addition to the Lord Speaker and the Speaker. His Highness will be accompanied by a butler. Also the government would like to know exactly how payments are to be made.

Sincerely

Samantha Calgran, Foreign Minister of Mcnernia



En Route to San Carlos, Flight Carrying the Prince Andrew


His father had summoned him to see him. It had been so for the first time in days, he had taken time off from school. Coming back in his Cadet uniform. The second year at the preperatory Academy for young gentlemen would be starting up again. But he would not be there for the four years. He would perhaps, maybe attend the San Carlosian Military Academy. He sat looking out the window alone with an aide of Bishop O’Malley present. Remembering.

His father had seemed depressed, sad, what had happened. He read the note again and again. It had been handed to him by the priest when he had woken up. The unsmiling priest had looked at him with disgust as had the Nihonese Ambassador. It was for a moment but it was there. He not spoken to his father in a long time. A week, two, three? He had been attending school and doing well. Passing the first year and seeing his mother with the intention of telling her that her husband was well. Emilion IV had not been the same confident monarch since his wife had vanished only to reappear. Then the gaffe with Elijah had shattered his confidence.

Andrew had been shocked when the King had stated. “I Called you here to secure peace for our people. We must pay recompense.”

“Why not simply make the compensation?”

“The Parliament wants it, and they represent the people.”

“And you must serve the people.”


He was accompanied by his butler who had lost his family in the chaos of the civil war. So he had the Prince to wait upon. He spoke up. “Well, uh this will be an opportunity.”

“I understand Charles your trying to make me feel better….” He looked at the letter his father had written. Hand written on fine paper.


To My Dear Son
I apologize for doing what I did, I could not bring myself to give the word to have you hauled off in chains. Ever since your mother came into my life, I have forgotten the morals that helped my father make our nation great and see it through crisis.

And yet I still love you. You will remain in San Carlos for ten years to pay for my hubris. Your grandfather, my father would not be please, nor would your mothers parents. I must not let my lust govern me as it has. Lust gives way to ego, without your mother whispering sweet nothings in my ear Ill be a better monarch. And yet I still love you, I should hate you for symbolizing all that is wrong with me. But I feel I cannot. Once this whole thing is over with we shall be together, the will of God willing. If the worst happens to me, stay safe and live a good life.

Your Father and King

EIVR



Maybe Charles would be sent back, he was to be a hostage after all and well if the Government failed to keep the payments going then dead. His mother was no doubt incensed with the idea. But there was nothing he could do. Besides he could learn something on this trip.

While the plane was still far out in international airspace. The ATC was hailed. “Attention San Carlos ATC this is the aircraft carrying the person discussed. Requesting admittance.”
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Postby Republica de San Carlo » Fri Aug 23, 2019 11:37 pm

Puerto Barrios Airport

Jesus lit another cigarette after the 737 from Flores came to a safe landing. They didn’t have another flight scheduled to come into the airport for about an hour so he got up and stretched. He told his friend to man the air traffic control tower while he went and got a cup of coffee and took a piss. Jesus stood and stretched his back and turned to go when a strange transmission came through the radio.

Attention San Carlos ATC this is the aircraft carrying the person discussed. Requesting admittance.

Jesus looked at his friend confused, “What the hell is this all about? Person discussed? Is this some kind of sick joke?”

His partner saw that a plane was coming in from over the sea, “There is some kind of unidentified aircraft heading towards us. You think it’s a smuggler?”

Jesus got on the radio and called, “This is Flores Tower to unidentified aircraft. You are not on any flight plans to Flores Airport, identify yourself immediately.”

Jesus turned, “Better warn the police and the Air Force.”




For the second time in just a few weeks pilots were scrambling for their Mirage IIIC Jets. Two pilots who had been haning around the ready room struggled into their gear and ran to do a quick inspection of their jets that were currently being fueled and armed by ground crew.

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Postby McNernia » Sat Aug 24, 2019 9:02 am

International Airspace Near San Carlo
Royal Hostage Flight



“Acknowledged Flores Tower, this is the Royal Hostage flight. Carrying King Emilion IVs son. We are a Mcnernian Royal Air Force aircraft.” Then there would be a transmission of data to the tower at Puerto Barrios/Flores Airport.



Transmitted Data
-ID Code-MRAF Transport
-Flight Plan
-Orders
-ID Code Royal Passenger



A copy of their orders and the flight plan that had been authorized into interregional airspace was sent. It would show that they had orders to transmit on approach to San Carlos. They had left Cathcride in several hours and then had flown all the way there. And they had to wait for the clearance to enter San Carlosian airspace. Also transmitted was a code used to ID the aircraft that were carrying Royal Passengers.
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Postby The Shrailleeni Empire » Sat Aug 24, 2019 10:03 am

Government Quarter, New Adeleux
Ministry of Energy


The Shrailleeni acted with decorum but neither were of noble blood and thus did not act in a frigid or formulaic manner. They shook hands with the Minister and bowed at the same time, smiling politely, and exchanged the customary pleasantries. Kallatya would speak in Railti, and then Seritha would translate for Sir Alec. When Sir Alec spoke, she would watch carefully and then speak in quiet Railti to Kallatya. In this manner the conversation went forward.

"Some coffee, if you have it," they replied. Seritha did her best to also mimic Kallatya's manner and facial expressions.

"I am Representative of Sales Kallatya Terravel, of Imperial Oil and Power. This is my associate and translator Seritha Delverra. It is a great honor to meet you Sir Alec. Your hospitality is greatly excellent.”

“We have come to understand that your government may have interest in the purchase of oil fuels, particularly diesel. If this is so, then it is the wish of our company to be greatly useful to you in this regard."

Imperial Palace, Imperial City
The Enlightened Matriarchy of the Shrailleeni Empire


Zattem had seen a few strange missives during his time as Foreign Minister, including quite a few secret ones, a few that made little to no sense, and at least one that had contained human remains. And yet he was an inquisitive person by nature, and so unusual messages continued to catch his eye despite their somewhat alarming frequency.

The one that he was currently reading had been delivered via top-secret diplomatic pouch from the embassy of the United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch. This counted as a strange missive for two reasons, the most important being that it was the first such delivery that he had ever personally received from the United Kingdom. Their two empires had been cordial ever since the Great War, with not even a small quarrel to speak of, although the southerners' alliance with New Edom placed them in the position of being a great friend on paper and a potential enemy behind closed doors. The second reason was the message that the letter contained.

Zattem was not quite sure what to make of it. The United Kingdom already had a well-established embassy in the Imperial Palace which represented its government. He knew that the king enjoyed somewhat more power there than in other parliamentary monarchies, but it had not been his impression that the throne could simply bypass the elected government. Perhaps His Imperial Majesty was making some sort of bid for greater power? If that were the case, then it could be prudent to entertain him. But what he was asking would require approval from Her Enlightened Majesty, it was beyond his authority to accept such unusual ambassadors.

He went about preparing a packet of information for review by the Mother Empress, consulting with the desk officer for Vionna-Frankenlisch as well as those for its various commonwealths and territories. It was during this process that something began to nag at the back of his mind, a bit of information that begged his attention but that he couldn't quite remember.

He was being briefed about the situation regarding McNernia and San Carlo, as it related to New Columbian-San Carloan relations, when at last it struck him. Hadn't he seen something regarding New Columbia pass across his desk recently?

The briefing concluded, and he attributed the entire thing to McNernian bumbling. After all they had bumbled their way to Hostilia and even to admitting to spying on New Edom. If anything he simply had more fuel to potentially blackmail them with. But after it was over he dug up his recent files on New Columbia. There were two items there, both having been sent up by a certain Velden Cressell, the desk officer for New Columbia. The first was a notice that the IOP was initiating a trade negotiation there through the Shrailleeni consulate, this was verified by both the Consul and the Ambassador in Frankenlisch. The second was a minor report that SISI had initiated an operation to contact the natives in the north of New Columbia.

By themselves Zattem hadn't thought much of either report, thinking them sensible and potentially useful. But seeing them together, along with the message from the king, seemed like a large coincidence to him. There were problems with the big picture here. There was no way that this Velden could have known about the McNernian plan, nor SISI. That was very interesting, as it meant that the man had shown a great deal of initiative. Could he have contacts within SISI? That would be worth looking into. He liked to keep an eye out for useful people, particularly men, in his Matriarchy.

He had the feeling that something was going on, that he was looking at the piece of a greater picture but could not see the entire thing. This bothered him immensely as he was the sort of man who lived for the greater picture. But he couldn't go to Her Enlightened Majesty with only suspicions. Instead he would inform the Mother Empress of the king's request and his own speculation regarding that matter, and leave the business in New Columbia to itself for the time being.

Later that evening, he composed a response at the Mother Empress's command.

Official Message of the Enlightened Matriarchy of the Shrailleeni Empire



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To His Imperial Majesty King James I Turrell of Vionna-Frankenlisch,

I offer honorable greetings to Your Imperial Majesty on behalf of Her Enlightened Majesty the Mother Empress Chella Resyanna fe Shrailleen. Her Enlightened Majesty conveys her sincerest thanks for the great empathy and friendship displayed in your recent letter, and hopes to return these noble sentiments in kind. She has long considered the United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch to be a land and people smiled upon by the Mother of All, a valuable partner in the pursuit of regional peace.

Her Enlightened Majesty has asked that I take this opportunity to extend her respect and admiration for the conduct of the United Kingdom's forces in defending our mutual and honorable New Edomite allies from the unwarranted and barbaric attack launched by the state of Free Thouthen. She has included those brave sailors of our nation who lost their lives in the defense of justice and honor in her prayers, and knows that the Mother of All welcomes them with open arms. She regrets only that the Shrailleeni Imperial Navy had been in a better position to assist in that opening battle, though in the end our united forces were victorious.

It is in this spirit of strength through understanding and cooperation that Her Enlightened Majesty is pleased to welcome Your Imperial Majesty's Special Diplomatic Agents to the Imperial Palace as honored guests of the Enlightened Matriarchy. Arrangements shall be made for Her Eminent Grace the Duchess Theresa Murat and the Earl Lord Richard Spears to receive the hospitality of the Imperial Palace for so long as Your Imperial Majesty deems fit. It shall be a great joy of Her Enlightened Majesty to help further secure the bond between our people by establishing so close a link between her throne and your own.

It shall be my great honor to personally see to the details of the arrangements of travel and arrival and to aid in the establishment of the proper papers with Your Imperial Majesty's attendants. It is my promise that such arrangements shall be of the highest priority for my office at the present time.

May the Light of the Mother smile upon Your Imperial Majesty, and upon all the people of the United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch,

Foreign Minister Zattem Resbruck,
On behalf of Her Enlightened Majesty the Mother Empress Chella Resyanna fe Shrailleen


San Carlo-New Columbia Border region

Zel navigated the sprawling grasslands of the Pampa Grande without incident. He didn't see as many army checkpoints or patrols as he had imagined in his head, and for that he was grateful. His papers still paid off though, when he had passed a convoy of trucks sending dirt billowing into the air behind them. The lone man in his jeep this close to the border had apparently merited some suspicion, but he had confidently handed the papers over with the air of someone being bothered on routine business. A few minutes later and he had been on his way, and the San Carloans on theirs.

Soon enough the mountains that marked the border rose up before him, the incline and elevation increasing as the grassland gave way to dry, twig-filled bushes and short muted green trees. He made his way by a map that he had picked up, plus Benicio's intelligence, but there really wasn't much out here. It was contested borderland, good only to a few ranchers and the natives themselves, and there was basically only the one road. He wasn't sure exactly where the border was, but he realized that he must have crossed it to be this far into the foothills. The road became a barely serviceable trail, two ruts of dirt and jagged rock with tufts of grass jutting up in between. Once he felt safe enough to do so, he brought the jeep to a halt and retrieved his pistol from its hiding place. He put it in a holster beneath his shirt.

Eventually the hills parted to reveal a settlement which seemed to be nestled at the very foot of the mountains that now loomed high and dominating overhead, blocking out the sky in front of him. It looked like something from out of a history book on the early Shrailleeni city-states, high walls of stone protecting low-lying houses and buildings. The road that he was on seemed to lead to a gate of some kind, one actually protected by a door.

He checked the time as his jeep slowly approached the city that had to be Te'vol'Hake. It was just past noon according to his watch. He slowed down as he approached, coming to a halt just outside of the gates. His eyes had been fixed on the top of the wall the entire time, and he could see a few figures watching him from far off. By they way they carried themselves, he knew they were armed.

He turned off the engine, and called out a greeting in their language. "Hello!" He then switched to the Common Language, his accent rusty and his words slow from so many months of speaking San Carloan Spanish. "I come to you as a representative of Her Enlightened Majesty the Mother Empress of Shrailleen, bearing a message of friendship and goodwill!"
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Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Within the next day or two, Zattem received a second message. This one was also unusual enough to catch his eye, not least because it was precisely the same sort of message as has been sent by the king of Vionna-Frankenlisch. The same type of request, for the same stated reason, but this time from the northern Acheron Kingdom of Wolfsbrück. What was more, while the previous missive had merely mentions "events" developing in the region, which in Cornellia might refer to any number of things, this one mentioned nameless "outside forces" as a primary incentive for the request.

This caught Zattem's eye, and he began to see the greater picture filling in. This was most certainly not a coincidence. He only needed to discover why.

Throughout the rest of that day he worked ceaselessly to discover the true meaning of these events. The first thing that he discovered was that Wolfsbrück and Vionna-Frankenlisch had, within only the last week, cemented a bilateral alliance between their kingdoms. Nothing had been announced formally, but the embassy in Kronstadt reported that the debate over and subsequent ratification of the alliance in the College of Electors had been widely televised in that country. What was interesting was that no similar events had been as widely publicized in Vionna-Frankenlisch, or at least the Shrailleeni embassy there had not picked up on them.

Then there was the matter of this nameless enemy. Was it related to the "developing events" that had alarmed the ruler of Vionna-Frankenlisch? If so, what could it be? There was only one extra-regional nation which had lately been heavily involved in regional events, and that was McNernia. But surely that couldn't be the explanation. McNernia had designs on the region to be sure, but he had personally seen that the nation was disunited and ineffective in its strategies and planning. What was more, it was San Carlo and Ayaca that were dealing with McNernian interference at the moment.

Although, he considered, the McNernians had cited New Columbia at their reason for entering San Carloan airspace. New Columbia was a dominion of Vionna Frankenlisch. The Kingdom of Wolfsbrück was newly allied with the United Kingdom. Could it be that they saw McNernia as a greater concern than he had assumed? If so, why the sudden, obvious effort to ingratiate themselves with the Mother Empress of Shrailleen? It wasn't as if they had any special relationship with McNernia.

Perhaps they simply wanted to form some kind of broader, anti-McNernian alliance. Yes, there was sense to that. Vionna-Frankenlisch was already allied to New Edom, which he knew some in McNernia considered to be a target. With Shrailleen involved, they would form a kind of shield across the south of the region. But if that was the case, then why do so through royal emissaries instead of the established diplomatic channels? Further, he might have expected to hear at least something from the New Edomites as well. Perhaps they simply had not come around to it yet.

Yet it was enough of a theory to bring before the Mother Empress at least. The new allies were courting Shrailleen, for one reason or another. Their best chance of discovering why may well be to simply entertain these foreign kings.

As it turned out, the Mother Empress agreed with him.

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To His Majesty King Peter IX,

I offer honorable greetings to Your Majesty on behalf of Her Enlightened Majesty the Mother Empress Chella Resyanna fe Shrailleen. I also humbly offer my personal thanks for your kind and warm inquiries. I am happy to report that my family do well in health as well as happiness, and that my mother is well and doing the work of medicine for our village and the surrounding area. The Enlightened Matriarchy thrives in these good times now that the recession appears to have concluded, and the Children of the Mother Goddess are everywhere secure in their faith and defended.

Her Enlightened Majesty shares with Your Majesty the sentiment that friendship exists between the Enlightened Matriarchy and with the Federal Kingdom. It is her sincerest belief that it is through mutual understanding and compassion that that peace is allowed to flourish and grow, bringing prosperity and stability throughout the region. Indeed, though may forms of belief and of governance may exist throughout the world it is understanding and peace that are the common goals of all truly civilized peoples, and which separate those upon whom the Mother smiles from those who would lead their people toward the path of suffering.

The Princess Christina is known to Her Enlightened Majesty and to Her Imperial Majesty the Crown Princess Aryni Resyanna fe Shrailleen as an intelligent and cultured young woman, and I have been asked by Her Enlightened Majesty to make clear to you the earnest delight and great honor that the imperial family shall have in hosting her at the Imperial Palace. This honor holds true also for the person of the Grand Princess of Westbrück Melissa von Innenwelt, who shall be welcomed to the Enlightened Matriarchy in the spirit of Your Majesty's clear interest in promoting understanding and friendship between our peoples.

It will be my great honor to see to the arrangements of travel and stay for Your Majesty's daughter and honored representative. I must express however Her Enlightened Majesty's apology for one coincidence regarding their expected stay. It has come about that the King of Vionna-Frankenlish has not two days prior made a similar request of Her Enlightened Majesty, which was accepted. To ensure that due honor is granted to all guests of Her Enlightened Majesty during their stay in the Imperial Palace, equal opportunity for audience must be granted to all parties. However Your Majesty may rest assured that His Enlightened Majesty the Prince-Regent shall see to the hospitality and due honor of all guests within Her Enlightened Majesty's household, and that Her Imperial Majesty the Crown Princess has taken a personal interest in entertaining the Princess Christina during her stay.

This of course is seen by Her Enlightened Majesty and good and proper in the name of the great and Enlightened ideas of understanding and peace. However, Her Enlightened Majesty has asked me to enquire as to the sinister threat alluded to by Your Majesty in your last missive regarding nameless forces which attempt to disrupt our region. This seems to be an important warning or state of events deserving of explanation. In that regard, I request on behalf of Her Enlightened Majesty clarification regarding these nameless forces of mention, to be given before the arrival of Your Majesty's daughter and honorable emissary.

May the Light of the Mother smile upon Your Majesty and upon your family, and upon all of the people of the Federal Kingdom of Wolfsbrück,

Foreign Minister Zattem Resbruck,
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New Edom wrote:Elizabeth Salt remarked, "It's amazing, isn't it, you rarely see modern troops that wear their 19th century uniforms and gear so well--they must drill all the time. Is this a guards outfit?"

Sif said to her, "This is a modern Shrailleeni Empire military parade. Like as in this is what they wear, this is what they use. This is it."

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Postby New Edom » Sat Aug 24, 2019 8:58 pm

Count Sharra’s Estate
Near Fineberg, New Edom


One of the great occasions of the year for the finest social circle in Fineberg was the Turtle Feast of Count Emil Sharra. Many persons of rank were invited to this, including certain diplomats considered friendly to the upper inner circles, such as the Roman, Imperium, and Shrailleeni ambassadors. This year, in honour of new agreements, certain key persons from the Chaco embassy were also invited.

The Turtle Feast was a “mighty mystery” and was of great philosophical interest to Count Sharra, that thoughtful man considered very wise by many in the country. As Sharra was fond to point out at such times, classifying the sea turtle was not easy. Edomite natural historians tentatively grouped it with sea creatures such as prawns, fish, lobsters, and oysters, but its three hearts, one physician observed, have “caused some to philosophize on its amphibious nature.” As the naturalist Dr. Hamon-Og, one of Sharra’s old school and academy friends, pointed out, pointed out, the animal “swims like a fish, lays eggs like a fowl, and feeds on grass like an ox.”

When New Edom began to pacify the Lesser Diols some years before, they had found that the local goats were not to their taste, and that too many varieties of predators preyed on capybaras, Camilla had explained to Jaime while they were taking a break from doing some snorkeling off the coast of Quality Bay. But turtles there were in abundance!

She told of how Admiral Daniel Esarhaddon, that great mariner and scourge of the pirates, had, in order to supplement the preserved foods aboard his fleet’s ships, turned to the local wildlife, which existed in the Lesser Diols in enormous abundance. The men ate sea birds, fish, and sea lions, but they found thousands of huge turtles swimming up onto the sand “Like so many boats storming the islands” and that the men were at first hesitant, for the food was unfamiliar, but then…”the poor fools, at last, got so far the better of their aversion, as to be persuaded to taste it, to which the absence of all other kinds of fresh provisions might not a little contribute. However, it was with great reluctance, and very sparingly, that they first began to eat of it, but the relish improving upon them by degrees, they at last grew extremely fond of it, and preferred it to every other kind of food, and often felicitated each other on the happy experience they had acquired, and the luxurious and plentiful repasts it would always be in their power to procure, when they should again return back to their country. In fact, after licking their lips with turtle grease, the sailors and marines considered the meal more delicious to the palate than any the officers even might have procured at home…”

In anyway case, Camilla informed the dashing young foreign officer, her father was entitled, as one of the contributors to the scientific foundation that had been created to explore the flora and fauna of the archipelago, to a turtle tribute. In the present case, a 500 pound monster, eight feet from head to tail, had been brought and was to be prepared for the feasters to enjoy. The head alone, the Count had said proudly, weighed 25 pounds.

The shell, cleaned and shone with oil to gleam in the lit lamps of the evening, was the main dish from which the others were presented. The beast had been caught full of thousands of eggs, some of which were presented and offered raw, in glasses with wine, lemon juice, and pepper sauce, as a fortifier. Others were offered as an appetizer, baked in their shells, and the gelatinous yolk eaten with herbs and sauces, served on a bed of rice with saffron.

The first dish along was a pair of roasted turtle’s legs. Seasoned with just salt and grilled over a low flame they proved to be most delicious. It at like chicken, but much better, far richer, and curiously green with yellow fat glistening pleasantly. Added to each plate was calipash, which had a jelly like quiver and was green and was the substance that clung to the upper shell.

The main dish was a turtle stew, with a quantity of dark turtle meat, great gobbets of calipee, which was the yellow turtle-fat, and the cartilage of the beast’s belly all simmered in a thick broth made from its bones. The taste was beyond this world, so rich and thick yet without the often gross unctuousness of lard or animal fat.

And all raised their glasses of wine, and thanked Count Sharra for his magnificent gift.
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Sat Aug 24, 2019 9:42 pm

Frankenlisch, Kingdom of Frankenlisch
Queen Caroline Central Station


The royal train pulled in to Queen Caroline Central Station at two the following morning and the King was roused once transport and escorts had been secured for him. Well-rested, he dressed for the day, hoping to get some work done through the morning. James donned a pair of beige corduroy trousers and a white linen shirt, topped with a thick white v-neck jumper of finest Marienberg wool to contend with the early-morning cold. A section of the 32nd Grenadier Guards escorted him to his car and began the trudge back to Bliksem Barracks while great-coated officers of the Frankenlischian Metropolitan Police revved up their bulky-looking motorbikes. They set off at the same time as the King's car and escorted him dutifully to the gates of Imperial Palace.

Once the King was settled down with a cup of milky tea and a cigar, he was in his element, signing off on all kinds of documents he didn't care about and laughing as his wife awoke groggily to see him working away. The Queen had been more stubborn than her husband and had been carried, still asleep, to her bed. Prince Albert and Princess Sarah had remained in Westonland, awaiting instructions from their father. Albert seemed an excellent choice to send to Ghant, he was respectable, intelligent and still in his twenties. Not to mention that the heir to the throne was unmarried and childless.

"The Emperor of Ghant has an unmarried sister, still, doesn't he?" James asked his wife.

Jane was still rubbing the sleep from her eyes and looking at her husband with annoyance. "I think so..." She yawned. "Alexia, that's the one. I heard Lord Crawford thinks highly of her."

"The Earl of Eglantine? I've offered him to the Ghantar too. What luck, I chose him at random." James smiled, he had chosen Lord Crawford specifically for that reason. He had heard the Earl bragging about his dance with Alexia and, though the King and the Lord knew damn well Crawford had no chance at the Princess, Prince Albert might. "Oh, look here." A letter addressed to the King had been delivered in his absence and somehow neglected in his inflow box. "From the Shrai..." He muttered, reading it with deep interest. "Well, they've accepted the offer, they've written most kindly, actually."

"Who have you offered to them?" Jane asked, moving over to her husband and looking over his shoulder. The King turned and, noticing she was naked, grinned like an excited child. "Not now."

"The Duchess of Cathena, she comes highly recommended from the Queen of Espicuta," James explained.

"Or cums highly recommended." Jane joked crudely, giggling.

"Let's not be vulgar, dear, they aren't all lesbians. Besides, you've gotten around in your time too." James smirked.

The Queen gasped, "James, you ca-"

"There was the Duchess of Marienberg, Senator Ellen whats-her-name from Balion... And don't think I haven't seen those letters between you and the Princess of the Riverland." James jokingly tallied his wife's female conquests, using his fingers to count. He laughed but became serious very swiftly after. "Enough of this. The other was Lord Spears and I admit that I'm slightly worried, do you think the Shrai will be offended that we've pawned an Earl off on them and only gave them a Commonwealth Duchess to back him up?"

"I'm certain they don't give a damn, dear. But you could always offer them someone else..."

"Not now, it's been agreed upon. Besides, that'd be incredibly rude." The King pondered his options for a moment before muttering, "There is Shiring..."

His wife rolled her eyes, "You just can't wait to pawn that place off, can you? I don't see why, it earns you enough."

"The Earldom of Shiring is right next to Darlington and Spears could become a Duke. The Shrai would be satisfied and I would have another ally at court, all for the price of that paltry fucking place." The King was nodding now, sure of himself. He produced a gilded fountain pen and a roll of parchment. He weighted down the edges with small paperweights in the shape of crowns and began scribbling away, signing the huge gift over to the unsuspecting Lord. He placed his signature and wax seal at the foot of the parchment and rolled it back up. "Now, I think I shall make a similar offer to certain other powers. It will be important to keep an eye on Ayaca and Ceti, don't you think?"

"I think you should come to bed, dear," Jane whined.

"After this, okay. Let me just write these out..."


Royal Communique of His Imperial Majesty, King James I
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His Imperial Majesty King James Frederik Turrell, the first of his name, King of Vionna-Frankenlisch, Emperor of the Fallen Isles, Grand Imperiator of the Vionna-Frankenlischian Colonies and Dominions beyond the Seas, Elector of Grangenburg, Duly Appointed and Lawfully Elected Governor of Saint Gall, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Military, Defender of the Andyist Faith and Lord Protector of the Realm.



To: Simon Alvarado, Foreign Minister of Gran Chaco
From: His Imperial Majesty King James I Turrell of Vionna-Frankenlisch
Security: Highest



Dear Minister, I bid greeting.

In recent days, as I'm certain you're aware, events in Cornellia have developed in ways which could not be anticipated. Indeed, on your own dear continent of Ayaca, forces from beyond that area have been caught attempting to destabilise the region and usurp New Columbia from its rightful liege. We thank you deeply for the role the Republic of Gran Chaco played in resisting the influence of the Kingdom of McNernia in New Columbia and San Carlo.

It has become clear in this last week that relations between the Imperial Dominion of New Columbia and with the Ayacan states have tensed a little, perhaps due to the supposed complicity of Governor-General Laurenstowe in the McNernian incursion, a charge which will be investigated. As Mister Laurenstowe's government has no foreign affairs department of its own, I have taken it upon myself as New Columbia's rightful ruler, to offer the Republic of Gran Chaco the placement of certain 'Special Diplomatic Agents'. This is, of course, an offer which I very much hope will be accepted - for the sake of maintaining and improving relations between the Republic of Gran Chaco and the United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch. These men are diplomats who are unaffiliated with the civilian government of Vionna-Frankenlisch, rather, men I trust completely and who would report to me directly in my capacity as King and Imperiator.

The diplomats in question are two men of status in Vionna-Frankenlisch who I trust entirely. The Marquess of Windimere, Lord Alan Russell and the Viscount Eldham, Lord Roger Fawkes. They would carry out my instructions as to the duties of making proposals and negotiating with the government of Gran Chaco. I would be honoured if your government were to accept this proposal and take the next step towards closer Chacano-Imperial relations.

I patiently await a reply and leave with you my greatest of respects and best wishes.

- James Frederick Turrell, King and Imperiator


Royal Communique of His Imperial Majesty, King James I
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His Imperial Majesty King James Frederik Turrell, the first of his name, King of Vionna-Frankenlisch, Emperor of the Fallen Isles, Grand Imperiator of the Vionna-Frankenlischian Colonies and Dominions beyond the Seas, Elector of Grangenburg, Duly Appointed and Lawfully Elected Governor of Saint Gall, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Military, Defender of the Andyist Faith and Lord Protector of the Realm.



To: Amy Bailey, Secretary of State of Adiron
From: His Imperial Majesty King James I Turrell of Vionna-Frankenlisch
Security: Highest



Madame Secretary, I bid greeting.

As events in our great region of Cornellia have, as of late, developed in ways that could not possibly have been anticipated. It has been considered n important priority to continue the development of positive relations with our regional fellows and potential partners. The Republic of Adiron has always shined as a beacon of liberty in Cornellia, as I hope Vionna-Frankenlisch has also, though I appreciate it is hard for some to see a monarchy as being egalitarian, I trust that the Republic of Adiron holds us in the similar high regard that we reserve for it.

I am personally much taken with the idea of closer Adiran-Imperial ties and, though the civilian government in Vionna-Frankenlisch has considered that aim a lower priority, I am willing to take matters into my own hand. Therefore I would be very much honoured if the government of the Republic of Adiron would consider the appointment of a pair of Special Diplomatic Agents. Said diplomats would report directly to me in my capacity as King and Imperiator, rather than to the Imperial Government, and follow my personal directions in regards to making proposals and negotiating with the government of Adiron.

The two candidates I have considered most suited to the task are Sir Mark Johnson, a personal friend and diplomat from Balion and the Marquess of Auchendale, Lord Benedict Cecil.

I patiently await a reply and leave with you my greatest of respects and best wishes.

- James Frederick Turrell, King and Imperiator
"All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword." Jesus Christ

"In this country it is found requisite, now and then, to put an admiral to death, in order to encourage the others." Voltaire, in Candide


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