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[Sri Tschow]

The Eastern Conference | 1885

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Nation Name	Government Type	Name/Title of Leader	Language(s)	Land Area/Pop.
Banded Folkdoms of Svealand (Conscentia)	Parliamentary system Directorial system Federal Kingdom	King Orwell Andersson Foresitter Alfred Haraldsson	de jure: Svealish (Anglish) de facto: Svealish, German, English, Russian	7,200,000 km2 48 million
The Kingdom of Cygnar	Monarchy	King Leto Raelthorne	de jure: Cygnaran de facto: Cygnaran, German, English	7,252,000 km2 76.6 million
The Utilitarian State of Cyprum Xecuii	People's Dictatorship	Autarchess Nozumu Xecus	de jure: Xecui de facto: English, Japanese	8,500,000 km2 310 million
The Holy Kingdom of Dalruanazkal	Constitutional Monarchy Council republic Theocracy	King Maruduk-izkur IV	de jure: Dalruanazkalian de facto: English, French	3,313,155.5 km2 192.3 million
The Kingdom of Fanaglia	Absolute Monarchy	Queen Autumn	de jure: French, English de facto: Italian, German, Polish	2,587,324 km2 298.4 million
Gratia Infinita	Theocratic Oligarchy	Vocator Peter Agelastus	de jure: Latin de facto: Latin, English	??? km2 20 million
Aristocratic States of Inesea	Socialist Republic	High Aristocra Formbi	de jure: Inesean de facto: Aristo, English, Cyrillic	??? km2 65 million
Kingdom of Inoroth	Monarchy	King (Il Re) Victor Emanuel Vinchero	de jure:Italian, English de facto: Italian, English, French, German	3,692,927 km2 238.5 million
The Kingdom of Averi (Italian Mafias)	Limited Monarchy	His Royal Majesty, King Shamus Septim II	de jure: Rhurdin de facto: Rhurdin, Vaelshi (Low lands, common rabble), Ielthi (highly educated)	??? km2 66.5 million
The Dominion of Mishmahig	Theocratic-dominated democracy	Archpriest Ferdinand Meza	de jure: English de facto: English, German, Italian	??? km2 25 million
The Empire of Novairia	Democratic Empire	Elad Nossral, Lord Chairman	de jure:Novairian Dialect 27-Ver.C de facto: Novairian Dialect 23 through 27-C, Trade Common Dialect Ver.8 (English)	9,200,000 km2 240 million
(NuSheba) Nyuesiwa "The Black Isles"	Anarcho-Feudalism	N/A General Darrius Graza Grand Duchess Kho-Fe Weusi	de jure: none de facto: English, Ahi-Krio, Ake-Krio, Swahi	1,246,700 km2 17.4 million
Socialist State of Khamul (Pavlostani)	Socialist	Benign Dictator Pavel	de jure: English, Russian de facto: Russian	886,000 km2 40 million
The Allied States of Rosswood	Democracy	President Alexander Anderson	de jure: ??? de facto: English	??? km2 ??? million
The Greater Federal Empire of East Servoth	???	Kaiser Drietmach	de jure: ??? de facto: ???	??? km2 76 million
The Socialist Kingdom of Sri Tschow	Absolute Monarchical Federal-Ministry	His Serene Highness, King of Kings, and Regent by God, King Kisuki Amano	de jure: Japanese, Chinese, Thai, English de facto: Khemr, German, Xecuiian, Sanskrit	505,992 km2 14.3 million
Kingdom of Vitzenburg	Absolute Monarchy	Kaiser Felix IV	de jure: German, English de facto: English, French, German, Danish	2,040,000 km2 129.7 million
The Rightful Queendom of Vjiay	Constitutional Monarchy	Queen Olivia II	de jure: Vjiayan, English de facto: Vjiayan, English	1,842,802 km2 41 million
The Holy Empire of Wirbel	Absolute Monarchy Empire	Emperor Otto von Adifikum	de jure: German de facto: Yiddish, English, Hebrew, German	2,028,216 km2 82 million

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The is 1885, and Sri Tschow is looking for allies. Long has the country been in isolation, and only with the ascension of Consul Seoul Chang IV to the throne did the nation come out and face the world. A legacy of naval power has prepared her for exploration, and a Socialist government which insured that (almost) every citizen had a roof under his/her head, and a loaf of bread to sustain their living maintained social and economic order. For quite some time, the closed loop economy of Sri Tschow has kept inflation in check, insuring that they aren't receiving too much wealth, but insuring that they are none too poor, either. Consul Chang IV has called a conference to discuss alliance with Sri Tschow. Telegrams are sent to the nations of the world who might wish an alliance with Sri Tschow. And so, without further ado, let the Eastern Conference begin!

Event Members:

Sri Tschow
Cyprum Xecuii
Novairia
Inoroth
Inesea

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The Eastern Conference: IC

Sri Tschow Ministry of Foreign Affairs
18 Tamara, Nakhon Si Thammarat, Sri Tschow
With regards from Consul Seoul Chang IV

Dear Sir or Madam:

You have been invited to a conference for leaders being held about possible alliance with the People's Republic of Sri Tschow. Please write to the return address if interested.

Most Humble Regards,
Peng Lü
Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Novairia]

Sri Tschow Ministry of Foreign Affairs
18 Tamara, Nakhon Si Thammarat, Sri Tschow
With regards from Consul Seoul Chang IV

Dear Sir or Madam:

You have been invited to a conference for leaders being held about possible alliance with the People's Republic of Sri Tschow. Please write to the return address if interested.

Most Humble Regards,
Peng Lü
Minister of Foreign Affairs

The Lord Council all had a copy of the notice that had just arrived, all was silent while they looked it over and mulled the idea of being allied with such a nation.
They knew that Sri Tschow was a communist nation that in Novairia's eye's was not really up to snuff to the rest of the world.
But unfortunately they also knew that Sri Tschow was in a perfect position to dominate the Vitus Ocean if the Tschowian navy was ever modernized and expanded, the same ocean that Novairia depended on for trade with other nations.

"My fellow councilmen" Lord Chairman Elad started, "I believe this conference may have some merit, and at the very least we should send a delegate to keep us informed of any.. occurrences should they arise."

The council nodded quietly in agreement. Elad then faced the Minister of Surveillance "Excellent, Mr. Sruak please reply to Pung Lu that we will be joining this 'Eastern Conference', and assemble a delegation to be sent".

"Now then" the Minister of War, Mr. Toffster began, "Moving on to the more pressing matter of keeping up with our neighbors military technology..."

[Sri Tschow]

Seoul Chang sat in his office, his face dimly lit by the small gas lamp on his desk. He looked up as the door creaked open, revealing the Minister of Foreign affairs, Peng Lu. "Ah... Mr. Lu. I take it there has been response from the other nations?" asked Chang. "Yes, milord. Cyprum Xecuii, Novairia, and Desaltonia have all responded.". "Excellent. Prepare the Conservatory for our guests, and get someone to bring me refreshments." replied the Consul. "As you wish, milord.". And with that, Peng Lu left the room, the door closing softly behind him.

[Bessavaria]

The Emperor Otto Nikolaus stared at the letter, indignant.

Sri Tschow Ministry of Foreign Affairs
18 Tamara, Nakhon Si Thammarat, Sri Tschow
With regards from Consul Seoul Chang IV

Dear Sir or Madam:

You have been invited to a conference for leaders being held about possible alliance with the People's Republic of Sri Tschow. Please write to the return address if interested.

Most Humble Regards,
Peng Lü
Minister of Foreign Affairs

"Your Majesty?" his aide chided in, breaking his thoughts."What seems to be the matter?"
"This," he showed the older man the letter."These...Marxists, have requested our presence in their State."
"How do you plan to respond, Your Majesty?" the aide asked,"Ignore it?" "No, no, my friend. This could work to our advantage," Otto replied.
"Sire?" the aide gave him a quizzical look. "Simple, old friend. It's no secret the rest of Amplector is looking for expansion to provide fuel for their industrial engines. It is also no secret, that we happen to be one of those nations. Bessavaria might be one of the richest nations, but even we need more steel for our Zeppelin fleet, or our ironclads. If we make friends of these Orientals, perhaps they'd turn a blind eye toward invasions of Promethia, or even Zhao," he smiled to himself,"And perhaps, we may show off our Great Zeppelin fleet,"
"A grand idea, Your majesty."

---

"Ein tolle aussicht, nicht wahr?" 'A great view, no?'An older man, Jewish by the looks of him, asked, his voice thick with a Yiddish-Ashken accent. "Ja, mein herr," another younger, Alleman-looking man, no older then 30 at the most, replied. They looked over the edge of the S.M.S Karl der Große, the greatest Airship of the Bessavarian fleet. Called a Sky-Ironclad, it of course wasn't completely iron; ironically, it was mainly steel plating on the outside, though on the inside, it was mainly wood, hollow steel, and aluminum. It hung by steel cables from a gigantic envelope, huge balloons full of hydrogen and helium keeping it aloft.
Below the envelope, where the cables originate, the maintenance cabin sat to tend to the delicate airpacks, and at the aft of the ship were the steam-driven engines belched coal-smoke into the sky.

Before them, lay the shores of Sri Tschow.
"I assume this is our destination?" asked the Alleman.
"Yes, lad. This is the Marxist nation which requested our presence," replied the Ashkenazi.

Radio Transmission from the SMS Karl der Große
To whomever directs Tschowese Traffic:
This is the SMS Karl der Große requesting permission to land in any space available
We are here in attendance for the Eastern Conference as requested by Foreign Minister Lu, and on the behalf of Kaiser Otto Nikolas II

[Sri Tschow]

Commandant Oda Mitisuhirato sat at his desk in the airbase office, sleeping. He was awoken by Corporal Hemji, ground commander. "Sir! An airship has entered our airspace, Bessavarian markings. Shall we open fire?" Mitisuhirato was about to respond when the radio crackled, and a transmission from the airship came through.

To whomever directs Tschowese Traffic:
This is the SMS Karl der Große requesting permission to land in any space available
We are here in attendance for the Eastern Conference as requested by Foreign Minister Lu, and on the behalf of Kaiser Otto Nikolas II

"Well..." the Commandant started, then leaned over to the radio mouthpeice.

Aircraft Karl der Grosse, this is Commandant Oda Mitisuhirato of Si Thammarat Airbase, we acknowledge your request, please hold position until verification comes through from the office of the Consul

Commandant Mitisuhirato then turned off the radio, and picked up the telephone, dialing for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Wu Zeitan speaking, how may I help you?"
"This is Commandant Oda Mitisuhirato of Si Thammarat Airbase, put me through to Minister Lu."
"Yes, sir."
"Good afternoon, Commandant"
"Thank you. There is an airship Karl der Grosse, requesting permission to land. Is it expected?"
"Yes, it is. Grant it permission at once."
"As you wish."

Mitisuhirato hung up the phone, and moved over to the radio.

Aircraft Karl der Grosse, you are cleared to land on Platform Twelve.

He turned over to Corporal Hemji. "Get men on Platform Twelve, make ready to bring to birth."

"Yes, Commandant."

[Inoroth]

King Victor Emanuel Vinchero had just gotten back from the Rail Road Conference in Fanaglia a month or so prior. He and his Queen, Maria Martinelli, where jest settling in for the night when a harsh knock interrupted their evening. The booming voice of Ansio Fortuna, a Palace Message Bearer and Elite Body Guard, rang through the solid oak door, barely muffled.

"Sir, a message has arrived Sri Tschow, addressed to you personally!"

The King barely knew anything about that country, aside from what his tutors and father had taught him. What on earth could they be wanting with Inoroth?

"Can't it wait, Ansio? I am tired and wish to retire."

"Any message from a country that far flung must be urgent, my king. It might be a declaration of war, or a plea for help. If you are asking my opinion, you should at least read it."

"Wise as always, almost to a fault."

Vinchero wasn't angry with Ansio, and he knew he was right. Turning to his Queen, he sighed.

"Excuse me, milady, but the setting of the sun does not mark the end of a king's responsibilities."

"I understand you are a busy man now, with your father gone." whispered Queen Maria; "I just wish I could come with you and help."

Opening the door, Vinchero took the letter from Ansio, bid him a good night, and proceeded to tear the seal from the envelope. Queen Maria Martinelli turned to leave, but Vinchero stopped her.

"By no means does this mean you must depart. If you wish, you may stay and read this message with me. Did you not just say you wished to be more involved in matters of state? I would love such a development immensely. I know that the pressures of state have pushed us apart before, but we must battle to stand united... I wish to be with you always, and without you I would not be a complete man. If it is your desire to aid Inoroth's King, so be it!"

With that, Vinchero finished opening the letter. It read:

The Eastern Conference: IC

Sri Tschow Ministry of Foreign Affairs
18 Tamara, Nakhon Si Thammarat, Sri Tschow
With regards from Consul Seoul Chang IV

Dear Sir or Madam:

You have been invited to a conference for leaders being held about possible alliance with the People's Republic of Sri Tschow. Please write to the return address if interested.

Most Humble Regards,
Peng Lü
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Vinchero and Maria both stared at the letter, reading it several times to ensure they were not seeing things. Sri Tschow was a communist country. Communism was all but a dirty word in Inoroth; people viewed it as a choke on industry and progress. Communists had threatened that the world would eventually see their views, and that even violence and war were tools in their kit to ensure it happened. Yet here those same people were offering an alliance, and though Sri Tschow was a world away, Inoroth was was looking to colonize, and a faraway friend was just what she needed. Could it be that a Nation so isolated and faraway would choose to ally with Inoroth?

"Maria dear, I shall convene a conference with my advisors first thing tomorrow morning, and you may attend. If all goes as planned, and the advisors do not convince me otherwise, you and I shall be taking a trip to Sri Tschow!!!"

"Don't you fear it might be a trap, darling? Perhaps a way to weaken those who do not ascribe to Communism?"

"It may be, but this is the sort of opportunity outweighs the risk. Whatever their reasons for desiring an alliance, If Inoroth can gain an edge in the coming colonial scramble, (and believe me, it will come), then who knows how great this nation can become!?!?!? We can finally usher in the Glory of our forefathers!"

"I still am not sure, but I will save my objections for tomorrow. For now, I believe rest is in order for the both of us."

"Quite right, my dear, Quite right. I shall have a clearer head tomorrow, and will better asses our options then. Goodnight, dearest dove dove."

"Good night, sweet prince."

[Desaltonia]

It had been a week since King Auberon Umberto Desenta, had gotten back from the Conference in Fanaglia, which Frankly hadn't gone the best of ways for him, at least in his eyes, The King woke up in the Morning as usual, to see any letters from any nations on his table that his messenger, Seth had possibly brought to him early in the morning, and he saw one on his table from Sri Tschow, "I'll reply to it after breakfast" He thought, that breakfast would be a Small Steak, Some Potatoes, and a bit of fresh fruit, after finishing, he replied that he would be attending, and a Few days later he, his wife, and one of his sons left the Capital of Fumington, and A few days after that, arrived, and made their way to the venue where the conference was to be held.

[Inoroth]

The next morning, Vinchero assembled his advisors, along with his Queen Maria, and tried to decide what they were going to do.

Seated around a massive rotund red-cherrywood table were some of the most wise and trusted men in Inoroth. Vinchero waited until they had finished reading the letter, then opened the discussion.

"You now are all aware of the reason for this meeting. How do you propose we answer this message? Should we decide to attend, I would like to lead the delegation again, only this time accompanied by Queen Maria. Your thoughts, Gentlemen?"

Calino Calini, Railway Minister, spoke first; his high, squeaky voice made all the shriller by his excitement.

"We must have a message of acceptance wired at once and a delegation sent speedily. This possible alliance can only boost Inoroth's image as a world leader, whose influence (and friends) already span the globe. And think of the trade opportunities!!! Inoroth's maturing manufacturing needs new outlets, and Sri Tschow, with their massive, condensed population, are just the sort of fellows we need. Combine this with the International Rail System, now under construction, and you have a recipe for unbridled wealth for decades!!!"

Finance Minister Jaques Polinato, a bit of a pessimist and the oldest advisor at 82 years of age, gruffly followed.

"Calini is right, out economy would indeed benefit from a trade arrangement of this nature. However, no money from the public treasury should be promised in any deals or alliances which might be made. Our resources are already thinly stretched to pay for the new Rail System, and it may take years for us to reap back the rewards to refill our accounts. Under no circumstances should you promise any moneys to secure an alliance. And there's another thing - you, o King, have already been absent from your post once this year. Inoroth cannot afford to lose her leader for another extended period of time. Look there - (Points to a mound of papers stacked haphazardly on the King's desk on the other side of the room*) - While you are away, your duties are not suspended. They pile up and up until one can't hardly walk the halls without seeing their evidences everywhere. You should not lead this delegation, but should instead catch up on these matters of state, before you offend an ally we already have by seemingly ignoring their demands."

Catholic Representative Bishop Gordino of Roth was next.

"You all know, gentlemen, that saying Old Pope Fortuno IX was so fond of: 'He who befriends a strong man need not fear a weak one.' Despite the fact that Sri Tschow does not hold to the TRUE Christian faith (Here the bishop took a moment's pause to glare at Protestant Representative, Minister Rambuso, before continuing), We can overlook that temporarily if an alliance will allow Inoroth to help relieve the sufferings of men worldwide. And with all the prosperity an alliance will bring, Tithes will undoubtedly increase. Besides, once we are allies, Missionaries will finally be able to bring UNIFIED Christianity to those who have never heard it before, correct?

Protestant Representative Rev. Rambuso had been slighted, and he was not going to let it pass unnoticed.

"I am sure, Bishop Gordino, that not all of the members present have had time to pour over the writings of outdated Church Rulers. However, the opportunity to bring the Gospel Message of Jesus Christ to those poor lost souls is worth the effort of sending a delegation. Just be sure, your Majesty, that you do not compromise your morals or the moralistic position of Inoroth to accomplish it."

Fleet Admiral Eduardo Naponi, the only military advisor able to attend with such short notice, threw in his two cents.

"Sri Tschow is on the rise, they are growing stronger every day. Let us not forget, either, that we have a common aim - the rebuilding of our former empires. It can only aid our efforts to find strong nations who see the need to have a strong empire , yet who do not vie for the same territories and resources. Indeed, Sri Tschow is already a trading partner with Cyprum Xecuii, who we also share ties with. The more friends we have, the better. I will say this, however. There are many nations much closer to our borders who do not care much for Sri Tschow; Wirble, for example. Should Wirble threaten anything, it could be disastrous. Please ensure that any alliance with Sri Tschow is constructed in such a way that allows us to at least stay neutral in a fight between those and other nations. We do not want to be dragged into anything."

There were many comments back and forth after this, but by now, Vinchero had made up his mind. He was going, and so was his wife. After several more hours of advice and concerns, Vinchero again spoke.

"Gentlemen, I thank you for sharing unreservedly your combined wisdom. I have listened to all of your advice, and have decided that we will send a delegation to Sri Tschow at once. Despite the concerns some of you raised, I shall lead the delegation, accompanied by Queen Maria, who I have already left once this year. I leave it to all of you to decide whether you will personally come, or whether a trustworthy man from your department shall come in your stead. We sail in 4 days, see to it that my ship is ready. (Vinchero turnes to his wife) I am sorry that you shall not know the joys of Air travel I wrote of before, but this journey is too long over the ocean for our Airships. We shall have to endure the standard methods of travel instead. Perhaps someday, Giuseppe will create a vessel that could accomplish even a journey as long as this."

[Sri Tschow]

[OOC] I can sort of imagine the Catholic advisor coming, and being annoyed at the simple housing provided for the delegation.

[Inoroth]

[OOC] I can sort of imagine the Catholic advisor coming, and being annoyed at the simple housing provided for the delegation.

(Image)

(OOC: I suppose that works... I am thinking that Navy Dude, RR Guy, and Cathoilic Man will come, along with possibly Protestant person... We shall see.)

[Bessavaria]

"Thank you, our hosts," the correspondent sent out a response.

Following this, the gigantic Envelope seemed to relax itself, a number of tubes loosed, the helium-hydrogen mixture jetted into the air, the Zeppelin descended, the tons of steel and wood lightly floating to the ground. Once above the platform, they tossed over their ropes to secure the ship.

Following this, the two men- the Hebrew, in a black naval uniform, the Cross of the Luftsreitkrafte pinned to his arm, the name "Hirsch" under it, on his chest, multiple medals across his chest- the Ritterkreuz, Order of the Black Eagle, and the Order of the Covenant.
Next to him, the Alleman was dressed in a Noble's clothes. They hailed a carriage, rode to the place the conference would be held, and upon showing the guards their papers, entered the great hall.

[Sri Tschow]

[OOC] Carriage? What carriage? Everyone walks in Sri Tschow... [/OOC]

As the palace gates opened, Peng Lu came out, dressed in a Tschowan army officer's uniform, flanked by six Jade Guards. He spoke in a soft tone, with a hint of a Japanese accent. "I humbly welcome you to our nation, Sri Tschow, and hope you enjoy your stay here."

"Unfortunatly, Consul Chang will not be able to attend to you for an hour, as he must attend to matters of state. Let me show you to the Conservatory, where you and your delegation shall be housed."


The Conservatory's inner courtyard, with the Capital Palace in view.

[Novairia]

~8km North west of Sri Tschow territorial waters~

"Kapitan, we are in radio range to the Tschowian harbor control, orders?" the Comms officer called out across the bridge.

"Prepare to take message.." The kapitan paused, "Harbor Command of Nakhon Si Thammarat, this is the Novairian Imperial Navy Flagship 'Prowess'. We have on board the delegates for the international eastern conference, and we request clearence too approch and disembark said delegation" .. another pause, "Send message".

"Message sent Kapitan".

[Inoroth]

The I.S.V Valiant steamed nearer to port, her colors flying high, sails full of a south-easter breeze, and her plated armor glittering in the afternoon sun. Smoke from her twin stacks billowed into the azul sky, mirroring the billowing sea. Although the waves were over 4 meters at their crests, she cut through them like the boar spear of a Rothian hunter. She had been at sea for two weeks, making several stops to refuel and resupply, but she had made it at last to her destination. This gargantuan ironclad was the Royal Family's official flagship, and she was one of the largest in Inoroth's fleet. On board, the crew and servants were milling about, ensuring everything was in order before the pilot boat arrived.

Captian Matteo Tiberione Farino was shouting orders... If any man had command presence, it was him. He had fought in many skirmishes against pirates, having lost his left hand to one such engagement. He now proudly wore it as a badge of sacred honor. Standing beside him in a wonderful ceremonial uniform was the Lord and ruler of Inoroth, King Vinchero himself. About twenty paces from them stood the Grand Admiral of Inoroth, Eduardo Naponi. Eyes closed and soaking in all he could of the sea breeze, one could tell that he loved the sea. In fact, he had come on this adventure primarily for the journey. He was not much of a diplomat, and his lack of tact had offended forign dignitaries more than once. He hoped that his inability to state things plainly as he saw them would not interfere with the delegation's primary mission.

Below, the rest of the passengers were sea sick. Queen Maria was worst, having a very unattractive green hue about here. But she had not complained a bit, which was more than could be said for Calini, the Railway Minister. Since the start of the voyage, he had not been satisfied with one single thing. The food was poor and scarce(everyone else thought there was too much, and it was too rich), the cabins were cramped (by anyone else's standards, they were massive), and so on. Everyone knew that deep down, Calini just really liked to whine about everything, so his vexatious largely went unanswered, if not unheard. The Bishop of Roth and Minister Rev. Rambuso, despite their condition, had not ceased arguing about practically every point of doctrinal disagreement known to man. It was tiring just to listen to them. There were other's in the delegation, but aside from some moaning, they had not done much during the voyage but eat and... 'attend to the callings of nature'.

Back on deck, the signalman sent a message via Semaphore informing the harbor master they needed a pilot or something of that nature. Everyone waited for a vessel to come out and guide them into Sri Tschow.

[Sri Tschow]

Commondant Ming Tsu stood at harbour, bellowing orders to the dockhands loading cargo aboard a merchant ship. He looked up as the harbor overseer ran towards him. "Take over, Lee." he shouted, then turned to the overseer. "Sir! An Inorothian ship requesting pilot into berth." The Commodant took a pair of binoculars and leaned forward, viewing the ship. "Send the pilot, and inform the Office of the Ministry that the Inorothian delegation has arrived."

[Bessavaria]

(OOC: Perhaps they brought it on the ship- it wouldn't do for noblemen to walk )
"Understood; I'd do the same in his shoes," the Alleman said."So, Baron Leitz, shall we review our stratagem for this conference?" Hirsch asked."Of course, Admiral," Leitz replied,"We ally, or at least come to friendly terms with the Srians, perhaps we may be able to purchase a Treaty port, if we fulfill the Kaiser's orders- and, of course, secure that any Colonial attempts shall not be interfered with by Sri Tschow- agreed?" "Fur den Kaiser, Mein Baron," said Hirsch.

[Cyprum Xecuii]

Kommandant Sumiya had just arrived on the ports of a coastal town in Sri Tschow and began to come off the cruiser onto a boardwalk. Along with her came an interpreter and a small group of infantry from the 36th expeditionary force in which most of them seemed to have bewildering looks on their faces, looking up at the sky and noticing one or two airships passing through, a sight which most xecuiians have never seen. Regardless of how they felt, they went along with Miss Sumiya as she was spying for a way to the actual city where the Eastern Conference was being held. She motioned to some soldiers to find someone who could lead them to a local rail station or a tram of some sort. However within several minutes she realized that practically all her soldiers had trouble finding someone that understood them due to the language barrier. The Sri Tschow civilians happened to understand a bit of what they said due to the Japanese mix in the xecuiian language (and the fact they continually kept saying comrade), however the soldiers could not understand what was being said back. While Sumiya could have simply had the entire group drive to the destination with the gun-tractors and mobile carriers still aboard the cruiser, there would be risk of confrontation with local law enforcement. Frustrated, she had her interpreter find a local embassy and asked for a railroad line which could take them to the conference. Eventually they got what they had wanted and so waited for the train to arrive.

While they were waiting:

"So...Miss Sumiya..." Asks the interpreter
"Hmm?"
"Why exactly are we here? What the importance of this?"
"Well, let's just say that we need some allies that can help us during these confusing times..."
"Confusing? You're still worried about the west and their railroad? Miss Sumiya that thing isn't
our business and they can't actually kill us with it now can they?"
*She puffs her cigar* "Perhaps you're right about that...but, i can't help worry there is something suspicious
going on. Even if it doesn't involve us, there might be political issues going on in the west."
"But that's all on them, we shouldn't interfere unless they start physically aggravating us."
"Ehh...Perhaps..." *She doses a bit out of tiredness* "But it's more than that...economics and whatnot."
*sigh* "Well it's good you had another reason for us to be here rather than gaining an ally or two."
"Mmmm Hmm, perhaps..." *She finishes the cigar and put its it in a nearby ashtray and begins to nap"
"Oi...hey don-" *the interpreter tries to stop her but she slumps on the bench*
"Ah dammit..."
*the train arrives about 30 minutes later*
*A soldier comes to the sleeping kommandant* "Uh Miss Sumiya, the train's arriv-......Um"
"Yeah..." the interpreter says "Help me take her in"
*They carry her to the train along with the rest of her entourage following*


*After the train has been filled, a conductor signalled the go and off the train went*

[Sri Tschow]

The train ride lasted 2.5 hours, and went over many islands connected by bridges, where possible. Finally the train pulled into Si Thammarat Station, the main station and hub of Sri Tschow.

---

"Have the Kappa reported in?"

"Yes, Consul. The Xecuiian delegates are arriving via the Transoriental Express.

"Excellent. Prepare a squadron of Jade Guard, I shall meet them at the station."

---

As the train pulled into the station, a man dressed in a green military uniform walked forward, flanked by four guards clad the same.

"I welcome you to Sri Tschow, Commandant Sumiya." the man said in near-fluent Xecuiian. "I am Consul Seoul Chang IV, Consul and pontifex maximus of Sri Tschow and all her holdings."

The Tschowian soldiers marched forward, escorting the Consul, Commandant, and her delegation towards the diplomatic residence, the Conservatory...

[Inoroth]

"Captian, they're signaling! The message is:

'G-r-e-e-t-i-n-g-s
I-n-o-r-o-t-h-i-a-n
V-e-s-s-e-l,
W-e
A-r-e
S-e-n-d-i-n-g
A
P-i-l-o-t
A-s
R-e-q-u-e-s-t-e-d,
P-l-e-a-s-e
S-t-a-n-d
B-y.'

What are your orders, sir?"

Captain Matteo nodded at the signalman. So far the voyage had gone without any major incidents. Well, except for a few issues with engine No. 4, but they had made up the time lost with no trouble. Matteo looked over to the expecant signalman and bellowed:

"Tell them we have received and understood their message."

The signalman nodded.

"Aye aye sir!"

The Captian then turned to the King and proclaimed:

"We should be in port in less than an hour, my lord."

"Excellent, although this voyage has been enjoyable, it is high time we set foot on land again."

The crew and passengers of the I.S.V. Valiant then settled in to wait for the pilot to guide them in.

[Novairia]

~8km North west of Sri Tschow territorial waters~

"Kapitan, we are in radio range to the Tschowian harbor control, orders?" the Comms officer called out across the bridge.

"Prepare to take message.." The kapitan paused, "Harbor Command of Nakhon Si Thammarat, this is the Novairian Imperial Navy Flagship 'Prowess'. We have on board the delegates for the international eastern conference, and we request clearence too approch and disembark said delegation" .. another pause, "Send message".

"Message sent Kapitan".

.. "Still no reply kapitan."

"Hmm.. to bad we couldn't just fire a round to shore to wake their harbor master.. Does not matter, launch the skiff, get those delegates to shore."

"Aye aye kapitan!"

[Sri Tschow]

[OOC sorry for not posting, this'll be a little below-par, haven't had much time, with school and all.]

"Captain, Novairian vessel approaching shoreline."
"Send a message: Novairian ship, you will halt movements and weigh anchor immediatly. Heave to and prepare for boarding."
"Message sent, Sir."
"Sir, they're sending a launch!"
"Intercept that launch, and board them!"

[Inoroth]

Whenever Captain Matteo got really mad, he would rant in Italian... and his blood was certainly boiling at the moment:

"Quasi due ore, e nessun segno di quel pilota bastardo maledetto. E io pensavo che queste Nazioni orientale si vantavano nella loro efficienza e cortesia. Cosa faremo, mio re?"

OOC: Translation "Nearly two hours now, and not one sign of that blasted bastard pilot. And I thought these Eastern Nations prided themselves in their d*mn efficiency and courtesy. What now, my king?"

Vinchero knew Matteo's frustration was understandable, but he tried to calm him none the less.

"Take it easy, Matteo, I am sure that the pilot will be along shortly. We will just have to wait until he comes. If it makes you feel any better, I will surely make a complaint to the Harbor Master once we arrive ashore. To think that dignitaries like us have traveled halfway across the world to be left and forgotten just out of port is, well, outrageous. For now, however, I propose that we forget this and have a table brought up. We should play a game or two of cards with the Admiral and First Mate. I hear that those two together are unstoppable... shall we see if the legend is true?"

"Aye, King, I'll get the table up in a hurry. (*looks at a crewman, who scurries off to get the table*) I just can't imagine what kind of people would leave men stranded outside... especially with the clouds darkening as they are. If we don't get into harbor soon, we might ride through one of those Monsoons I have heard of. They say ships are stranded for weeks without any hope of arriving in port, and they often blow hundreds of miles off course before the waves relent. I think the Valiant can handle that sort of occurrence: that's not my concern. My frustration will be boundless, though, if we are late because of their lack of organization or respect - which ever the case may be. But for now, I will follow your advice, King, and forget the whole situation. Ah,here comes the table... I'll deal first, if it's alright with the others."

[Sri Tschow]

A pilot, the STS Junk, sailed toward the ship, bringing it to port.

Minister Peng Lu stood at the docks, ready. Flanked by twelve Jade Guards, he waited as the delegates disembarked, and spoke Chinese to the delegates, not knowing Latin:

欢迎光临，代表，到船尾巴茨。我们希望您享受您的光临，道歉，响应速度很慢，我们的人已经越来越厌倦即将到来的季风季节。请跟随我到会议地点。

Welcome, delegates, to Sri Tschow. We hope you enjoy your visit, and apologise for the slow speed of response, our men have been increasingly weary from the approaching monsoon season. Please, follow me to the site of the conference.

[Novairia]

[OOC sorry for not posting, this'll be a little below-par, haven't had much time, with school and all.]

"Captain, Novairian vessel approaching shoreline."
"Send a message: Novairian ship, you will halt movements and weigh anchor immediatly. Heave to and prepare for boarding."
"Message sent, Sir."
"Sir, they're sending a launch!"
"Intercept that launch, and board them!"

"Umm.. Sir.." the starboard watch called into the bridge. "Yes what is it?" .. The kapitan looked over and saw him pointing towards 2 plumes of smoke from the Nakhon Si Thammarat Military Harbour.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed as he raised his own binoculars, only too see a pair of Tschowian ironclad gun boats at full steam bearing on the skiff carrying the delegation. "Comms, any word from the harbour?" .. "Nothing sir, and the light signals were getting from those ships are complete gibberish."
.. The Kapitan furrowed his brow... "Sound general quarters! I want guns 3 through 8 trained on the north ironclad, guns 1 & 2 prepare to fire warning shot over the second! Launch red flare pattern 4F, tell those shits we mean business!" .. "Aye Aye Sir!" the bridge crew yelled in unison.

And to think these people wanted to be allies, thought the kapitan.

[Sri Tschow]

"Sir, the Novairian ship is raising the alarm!" cried Lieutenant Hassem. "That's it. Load weapons, prepare to open fir-" "STOP!" a yell rang out, as a man burst through the door. "That ship is a diplomatic envoy from Novairia! DO YOU WANT TO CREATE AN INTERNATIONAL INCIDENT? HOLD YOUR FIRE!" "I- Sir- As you wish, Minister."

Meji reached over to the microphone, and sent a radio message to vessel:

This is Commondant Meji of Si Thammarat Military Harbor, we apologise for the incident, however your arrival was not on my schedule. Stand down, I am recalling the interceptors.