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by The Frozen Forest » Sat Feb 24, 2018 11:02 am
by Greater vakolicci haven » Sat Feb 24, 2018 12:39 pm
by Halazy » Sat Feb 24, 2018 2:30 pm
by Camelone » Sun Feb 25, 2018 11:18 am
The Frozen Forest wrote:Freja nodded, King Frederick was certainly a pious man. She could see it in his eyes and in the way he talked, his love for his religion and his people seemed to be obvious to any observer, it was no wonder the country was so stable in light of recent events when they had such a man to lead them. This realization did not however change how she felt though, she would not submit herself to the intricacies of attraction. Her mind was too astute, she could not allow the rising feeling of butterflies, which were emerging on part due to the immediate attraction she felt for Frederick, to cloud her judgement and wit. She sized up his words and found truth in them, something that she could relate to in her own country. It was unfortunate that so many of her people were atheistic, she thanked God for those that held true to the Lord and the Church, under the protection of the Crown, her family.
Perhaps through Camelone she could begin to reach back into the hearts of her own people, like Frederick was able to do here. She turned to look at the men in the Tavern whom were still joyously going about their games and competitions and drink. "In my country we have a centuries old saying, 'He who cares for his own is cared for in turn.' A few minutes ago i met a man, that one in the corner there, with the Bible; His name is Andrew and he grew up as the third son of a fisherman in Thuaidhi. When i asked him what he thought of you he said he called you Claus. Its a dutch name which means 'Peoples Victory.' I believe that your people love you as much as you love them, as children look to their father."
Freja paused in thought, leaving her words in the air for a short second. "God's light shines on your country in a way i haven't seen anywhere else. I wish my own people felt it as yours do." She glanced at his drink, noticing it to clear and non-alcoholic in appearance. Her observation wasn't worth mentioning but something she would keep in mind.
Halazy wrote:"Please follow me in, Sirs." As she crossed the threshold in, Ameni hoped they could keep her from any more grave mistakes. Inside, she found it to be a fairly loud, rustic place, the kind she had read about in some of the old epics. Large men, large drinks, large tables, large largeness. It was intimidating, but exhilarating. Oh, there was Freja, and she was talking to some monk.
No, hold on, that had to be...
A reflexive bolt of fear shot through Ameni. That had to be King Frederick, the person more justified than anyone in hating her personally. Unfortunately, he was also the one she had to find a way to marry if she wanted to stay an Ismin. A short mental prayer to several gods was what it took to distract her long enough to approach the two and tape a smile on her face. "Hello Freja," she said. "I didn't know you were here too. And I am honored to meet you, Brother," she continued with a small bow, glad she had remembered the right way to address a Camelonean priest.
Greater vakolicci haven wrote:Maria grinned at the man. He looked like some sort of poor manula labourer, however she talked to all sorts. Resting her hands on her chest, her smile changed into something of a grin; she didn't look particularly threatening I herself, however she was well-armed and she'd been in enough places to realise that when people saw a big blocky military-grade machine pistol they didn't think 'here is a harmless young woman.'
"Unwanted?" she asked, sounding surprised. "Oh no, I'd hate to be unwanted. After all, the others came to meet Frederick for the first time...I'm the only one who knew him before that, you know. And well..." she flashed him a dazzling smile "I'm not exactly too ugly to find a man. Anyway, I'll be going to see where I can get a drink around here; hopefully something strong that I can feel on its way down."
Turning away, she walked towards the building that could only be a tavern. Even at this point of the day it was relatively crowded mainly with big men with big voices; perfect for her. 4 Olympic villages had taught her to recognise the dubious charms of big uneducated lumps of muscle; they'd ofte do things like offer free cigarettes and drinks, and although she was rich enough to buy and sell their whole village and probably its county, it never hurt to receive free things from time to time. If they got roudy they might start fighting, and with all this time in camelone being without even a slight punch-up a fight was just what the doctor ordered.
"So what are your names?" she asked the two guards. "If you plan on following me around like a couple of hunting dogs then I might as well have something to call you by."
by Pawon » Sun Feb 25, 2018 11:58 pm
by The Frozen Forest » Mon Feb 26, 2018 8:22 pm
by Halazy » Mon Feb 26, 2018 9:56 pm
The Frozen Forest wrote:As the news sputtered on in one corner of the room and footage began to play of the war in Eisenven, Freja felt herself scowl before shutting down the expression immediately. The look lasted all of a second, and it was not one of hate but of concern. The war in Eisenven was a issue her own country faced, and an issue they were trying to deal with. On one hand she despised the Communists in the Civil War and yet at the same time she knew that Frozen Forestrians would soon die as a result of the conflict. Possibly by the hands of Camelone. It was a fate she didn't want to see, and if the two sides came into direct combat, her position in Camelone would grow untenable.
She turned to Frederick as he offered his prayer and a word of advice, which she accepted gratefully. "I couldn't wish for anything more, my people would be much happier if they were to discover Christ and the lord, or rather rediscover their faith. As Frederick turned to speak with a girl whom she recognized as Ameni she immediately felt out of place. She returned the girls greeting and glanced back at Frederick, who now engaged the girl. She gestured with a hand for Ameni to take a seat with them. She assumed that Frederick wasn't done with her, or she would have been dismissed.
by Camelone » Tue Feb 27, 2018 3:27 pm
Pawon wrote:As Alala followed the knights into the church, she observed them very intently. As they took off their boots, she noticed there was several pairs of shoes there. Drawing the conclusion that everyone removes their shoes in the temple, she followed the example of her guides. Alala's feet were cold and she wondered how such a tradition started in such a cold land.
However, the princess had considered the decision a success, and decided to continue the strategy of imitating her guides. She was not a perfect mimic and when she dipped her fingers into the water, Alala stuck them in too deep. Then, not knowing the sign of the cross, she simply swung her hand about. The result was a slight sprinkling of holy water on her and her vicinity.
Next she moved to kiss the icon. For some reason, the young lady became nervous, and ended up kissing the frame and not the image. Hoping nobody had noticed, she silently headed towards the knights.
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Halazy wrote:Ameni took the seat offered and smiled warmly at both the king and Freja, relieved to be welcomed. Still addressing the king, she said, "I have... learned today, so I cannot complain. I pray I learn more, but more through teaching than through experience." And that was all she ever intended to say of the incident ever again. Let it be buried.
The news of war disturbed her less than the display of outright joy at the deaths involved. Though she didn't understand their language, she had been raised with a different, more noble view of conflict than what these people surely held. However, if she was to understand them, she had to ask about them. "Could you tell me what those people are saying? They seem very happy about war."
by Pawon » Wed Feb 28, 2018 12:57 am
by Camelone » Fri Mar 02, 2018 3:22 pm
Pawon wrote:Alala was slightly embarrassed that Somhairle had noticed her lack of grace, however, she decided to put that behind her.
“Tell me more about your religion” she whispered “I noticed everyone prays quietly, is that normal? And what is the bowl of water for?” Alala began asking some of the many questions that were on her mind.
by Greater vakolicci haven » Sun Mar 04, 2018 11:23 am
by Camelone » Sun Mar 04, 2018 12:07 pm
by The Frozen Forest » Sun Mar 04, 2018 7:20 pm
Camelone wrote:The Frozen Forest wrote:snipHalazy wrote:Ameni took the seat offered and smiled warmly at both the king and Freja, relieved to be welcomed. Still addressing the king, she said, "I have... learned today, so I cannot complain. I pray I learn more, but more through teaching than through experience." And that was all she ever intended to say of the incident ever again. Let it be buried.
The news of war disturbed her less than the display of outright joy at the deaths involved. Though she didn't understand their language, she had been raised with a different, more noble view of conflict than what these people surely held. However, if she was to understand them, she had to ask about them. "Could you tell me what those people are saying? They seem very happy about war."
"Yes that must not have been a rather pleasant experience for you but nonetheless there is nothing we can do for it as it is in the past so think nothing of it, Cormac explained everything to me." Frederick said waving off the experience as if it never happened, or that he just didn't care about it. When the conversation switched to having to explain why the patrons of the tavern were celebrating Frederick leaned back in his booth a bit knowing that this topic may be a little touchy because of Freja's presence.
"They are celebrating the military success of the Voluntary Expedition Forces in their campaign against a tyrannical monarchy and against Communist rebels. Camelone has thrown our support behind the Einheit Brigade, so right there we are pushing against that damn tyrant Emperor Francis who abuses his people as if they are not children of God like himself. If Camelone can help it we will stand in the gap and fight with a joyous song on our lips in the defense of the inherent dignity of humanity and to prevent the spread of the Communist plague that makes a nation wither away at its core. It is a war, it is death and suffering, but it is for the very fate of humanity and no self respecting Camelonean can allow such injustices stand so we fight and we celebrate the military successes of our men and mourn the dead of both sides. That is why they celebrate, for they celebrate the prospect of justice and order." Frederick spoke with a passion, similar to his public speeches and if they saw any videos of them before coming to Camelone they could now confirm that Frederick truly speaks what he believes.
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Camelone wrote:February 22, 2018
Frederick hadn't even noticed Ameni's presence until she spoke up, he was much to caught up in his own thoughts to pay much attention to what was surrounding him. Giving a nod of acknowledgment he tore his eyes away from the painting that he was just recently staring at and instead focused on Ameni "I thank you very much for the compliment Lady Ameni. I try to keep the art collection of my family to the highest level of beauty for beauty is the reflection of the divine on Earth and just as there is one God in heaven there is a single objective beauty that the artist must harness correctly to bring the divine to life here on Earth, a pity that it is only an image of the divine though." Frederick continued to walk through the gallery and gestured for Ameni to follow.
As he walked he past many statues and paintings of Celtic mythology and others telling the tale of various groups all across Camelone from the very first settlers of the island, to the warrior monks who first brought the idea of Camelone into fruition, and finally to the counter-revolution that restored the true order of Camelonean life. Stopping in front of a painting that was of uniformed rebels of the Catholic and Royal Army of Camelone charging a heavily defended Colonel's position with the flag and cross proudly held up even with soldiers falling right and left faces set in grim determination to fight on.
"What emotions does this painting inspire within you Lady Ameni?" Frederick asked trying to probe her values.
by Greater vakolicci haven » Thu Mar 15, 2018 2:47 am
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