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The Lomengo/Wayne Wedding(Invite only, Greater Dienstad+)

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The Lomengo/Wayne Wedding(Invite only, Greater Dienstad+)

Postby Mokastana » Mon Mar 18, 2019 9:34 pm

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Welcome to another Mokan Character Party! This is the wedding for Arianna Lomengo, a high ranking employee and key relative of Montana Incorporated, and Morgan Wayne, a majorly influential Sea Hunter from the Timocratic Republic. If you reside in GD, it's safe to say someone from your nation has been invited, it can be a head of state, famous person, or diplomat. Choice is up to you, as long as it's a public figure, or someone who would have dealt with Arianna or Wayne in the past.

A few Characters who have been invited by Arianna herself include Emperor Fedor of the Golden Throne, the Ordenite Ambassador in the Golden Throne, the President of Lamoni, and a few others. Literally every GD Player can send a couple guest.

The general premise will be the guests arriving, then the ceremony, then a reception where the party will continue for however long. I have not written the ceremony scene yet, so feel free to interact with your fellow players while waiting for the big wedding scene to take place.


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As for security and visiting militaries, any visiting foreign fleets will be allowed to escort their VIPs to the Mokan islands, where the VIPs will take a Federal flight to the Lomengo Castle. Visiting fleets and militaries will be sent to Booth Island, south of the Khaganate, for storage.

Every guest will be allowed one body guard, per party, on property.

Only states in a direct military alliance will be allowed to host military units in the Mokan Sea during the event.



IC:

Presentation is Power.

An ignorant person might call the Lomengo family the second most powerful family in Mokastana, but that was by design. The truth was, the Lomengos were the guiding hand over Mokastana ever since they first landed in Pierda Bay and built their home, Castle Stone. It was from this Bay that the first southern settlements thrived under Lomengo guidance, and it was through these gates that the original great houses of Mokastana first set foot on Mokan soil. Castille, Cortez, Montana: nearly every powerful southern family could trace their lineage back to a ship in Pierda Bay. While other powerful families rose and fell, House Lomengo remained eternal. A Lomengo knew it was their duty was to guide Mokastana through the turbulent waves of history. They cared not for the spotlight, for the real work was done behind the scenes. It was a tough job, but one they did graciously. Which is why Arianna sat with the two older generations of Lomengo women, to ensure her decision was the right one.

The sweet salty air blew in from the Sea of Moka, leaving the three women on the stone balcony with a reminder of their roots, along with their tea. Arianna sipped hers quietly, for she was in the Lion's den. If she planned to take over this den herself someday, she had to be fearless. Breaking the silence was a much older woman whose once silk complexion had turned to leather thanks to decades of the salty sea air. This was Lady Guadalupe, Matriarch of House Lomengo:

“He is going to be trouble, he has no skill in diplomacy, a confrontational attitude, and hates the Mokan climate. He's a terrible choice if you plan on ruling the family.”

Next to Lady Guadalupe sat her daughter, Eva Lomengo. Pushing 60, Eva maintained her youth through sheer force of will and an unlimited budget for skin care and personal trainers. Far more skilled at tact and spin than her mother, it was a necessary skill when one in the Vice President of Public Relations for what was effectively the largest legal drug Cartel in Greater Diesntad.

“We are just concerned that he might cause issues for the family in the future, I heard he has doubts about raising your kids here. I don't want you to have a husband who fights you on your dreams.”

Arianna’s gauze shifted from her grandmother to her mother, they were concerned, but she needed their, if not blessing, then their trust to move forward. Her mother's condescending concern grated on Arianna's nerves, but she picked her battles carefully.

“Abuela, madre, the world is changing, growing. We no longer have to fight to be the guiding force behind Mokastana. We fight to ensure Mokastana guides the world around it. I could have married some local of noble birth or wealth, but that wouldn't spread our influence. I could have married into a wealthy family in the Golden Throne, but we already have strong influence in their markets. They are as open to us as long as we stay open to them. The Timocratic Republic has control of extremely unique resources, and is weary of foreign influence. A marriage to a influential figure like Mr. Wayne makes control of importing those resources a Lomengo affair. Yes, he's not entirely sold on my plans regarding children yet, but the current benefits outweigh the potential risks.”


Lady Guadalupe chuckled before addressing her granddaughter: “The risks my dear? You'll be giving birth to the future of House Lomengo, once you marry, I will abdicate my place as Matriarch to your mother. Making you the heir by right. Your children need to be Mokan raised or else every cousin and stray branch of this family will be gunning for Castle Stone. Now that decades of hard work are finally paying off, the branches in Themis have started to cry about their ‘rightful place’. I suggested a hole in the ground, but they may become bolder.”

“I am aware, Abuela, Wayne will eventually come around to my plan. He has too.”

Eva, continuing her tone of concern, spoke up: “Even if he does, can you trust him to be a diplomat for the family?”

Arianna felt the annoyance bubble up, but pushed it back down.
“For the Timocratic Republic, he will do splendidly. He spends most of his time at sea or managing his people. He will have very little time to be in Mokastana affecting family business.”

Arianna’s rebuttal was cut short by a sharp comment from her grandmother, Lady Guadalupe: “He'll make a mess when he does, and he's already made it clear you'll be cleaning those up. You and I both know Mericans care very little about the people around them”

“Abuela, do you not expect your casual racism to cause problems for the family as well?” It was a jab for jab, Arianna knew the counter didn't further her goal, but this was a fight, after all. Lady Guadalupe countered quickly.

“What we say in private rarely matches what we present in public, if anyone knows that mi hija, it's you. Now drop the act. We know you love him, faults and all. Stop trying to sell us on your business justification and admit it. My Granddaughter has fallen for a sailor. I swear sailors are the bane of our existence. Mother married an Admiral to further the war goals of her time and the rest of us have continued to make that same mistake. Love is the only reason why you would be willing to risk your future Matriarchy.”

Arianna froze, she had been caught. Everyone here knew that emotional investment in outsiders was always a risk. Family first, always, but what was marriage but investing in new family to add? His addition would help House Lomengo. It had too. Regardless, grandmother continued:

“We can't logic you out of a decision you didn't logic your way into. As such, the family will have to weather this storm with you. It will be a fight, mi hija. Your great grandfather lost his House and life because he chose foreign comfort over Mokan duty. When the wolves come, they will accuse you of the same. Wayne will be your only true ally. Are you prepared to fight that fight?”

Arianna took a sip of her tea, abuela was right and she knew it. Somehow, even in losing the fight, Abuela found a way to come out on top. Taking a second to set the tea cup down, Arianna let loose her frustration in the only way she knew how... a straighfoward, calculated, direct, answer.

“I am Arianna de Lomengo-Gasteiz y Perez-Tasso, I built up the western division of Montana Incorporated from nada, into the second largest revenue stream to date. I've overthrown an entire government for daring to nationalize my investments. A few pesky, distant, cousins... who have never set foot in Mokastana, biting my ankles, will barely be worth the time it takes to grind them into the dirt. Am I marrying for love? Yes, yes I am, because I can. Let them come for me. I'll be Matriarch once dear mother gets bored with it and anyone who challenges my claim will learn quickly why I'm the most dangerous in the family and deserving of the title. I'll rule over the Lomengo family with a fair hand, from Castle Stone. No one will take that from me.”

Lady Guadalupe couldn't help but laugh out loud at the display. Taking a second to compose herself she smiled: “That is the passion you need, mi hija, you'll make an excellent Matriarch in your time. The other branches will always be circling, looking for weakness, maybe it's best to cut them down early. Come now ladies, we have a wedding to plan.”


********

Castle Stone was the seat of Lomengo power in the Federation, positioned on the opposite side of Pierda Bay from the City of Caracaz. Although it was called a Castle, the truth was that the actual Castle structure was only a small part of the entire complex. If one was not careful, it was possible to mistake Castle Stone for a military airbase, with its large runways and strong PMC presence. The family had hundreds of armed soldiers on guard duty, complete with IFVs and even a couple of tanks. Of course, with soldiers came their families, and a small town had grown on the property. Shops, restaurants, movie theaters, and even a local police/ emergency services existed on the Lomengo owned land, keeping the “help” happy with the pleasantries of life. Of course, given the nature of the town, it too was under guard, requiring inspections and invitations to even be allowed on the property.

Just outside the small town, the old Castle and docks made up a small industrial sector. Long ago they had been converted to a shipyard, originally building warships for the various governments of Mokastana throughout history. Today, the Lomengo shipyards maintained Cruise ships for tours of the Mokan Sea, with a few family yachts and vessels hidden away in private pens.

The most secure location on the property was of course, the family home. At first, glance looked straight out of a fantasy novel. Tall stone buildings and a large wall surrounding the nearly 2 square Kilometers of the property. There was even a moat to capture the aesthetic. From above, one could see within the walls two separate baileys, one with the family keep at the center, and the other with offices and homes for important staff.

The modern amenities could be explained because this castle had only been built in the 1970s, when the Lomengo family retook their ancestral home from the communists. While it had been built to be beautiful, it was also designed with modern threats in mind. A close eye could see the rifle slits in the towers for snipers, and spot very logical places for a machine gun to go in case of siege. Rumors of anti-aircraft weapons and heavy artillery circulated, but no one was willing to confirm or deny.

It was here, within the secure stone walls of the Lomengo family home, that Arianna Lomengo-Gasteiz Perez-Tasso, was to be married to Morgan Wayne. The courtyard for the event was rather small, only about two futbol fields in size, with half of it paved for dancing and special events. And the other grass for picnics or performances. Flowers from across the region decorated the walls and centerpieces of the courtyard, regardless of if they were in season. For heads of state and diplomats, their tables would have their respective nations flora, plus a few additions for preference and beauty. Staff and security were dressed in traditional 18th-century garb, with patterns that matched the Lomengo's blue and white color scheme. Picture perfect banners and flags hung across the complex of the family crest of House Lomengo: A white outline of a wooden corvette sailing ship, on a blue background, with the words “Guiamos las Olas” underneath the vessel. A small orchestra of approximately 20 classical musicians performed on the secondary stage, playing slow and peaceful music for the guests to enjoy.

Guests could be flown in directly to the Lomengo airport, then enjoy a ride in heavily tinted Limos to the castle via the family's private roads. Every ten minutes, a convoy of limos left the airport for the castle, as the guest's planes took off for storage at Caracaz International. Accommodations were made for those who wished to stay the night, for the Lomengo Castle was anything but short on rooms for guests to stay in. The ceremony was expected to be a religious one, going back to the family's roots as Stevidian Catholics, although outside of customs, very little of Mokan Catholicism matched the older beliefs.

Once everyone had arrived, the wedding would commence shortly.
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Postby The Macabees » Wed Mar 20, 2019 1:06 pm

IMPERIAL PALACE, FEDALA

"I fucking hate weddings." Sofie was sitting her stool, looking at herself in the mirror, and applying blush on her cheeks as she spoke. "They're always such drawn out, superficial affairs. Do we even know these people? Can't you send someone else, someone less important?"

Fedor adjusted his tie and rolled his eyes. "The Lomengo family is very important in Mokastana. Perhaps as important as ours is here, perhaps not. It doesn't matter. What matters is that we were invited."

"Who's getting married anyway?" she asked right away, hardly listening to what he said.

"Arianna Lomengo and Morgan Wayne, a Timocratan," he replied.

She thought for a moment, then, "Arianna? Is that the bitch you fucked when you last visited Mokastana?"

Fedor peered at her from the side. She must have been referring to the trade conference. He, in fact, hadn't slept with anybody, let alone Arianna Lomengo, although he could be accused of flirting with Ms. Elizabeth Franshaw. "Let's not go there again," he said. "I assure you nothing like that happened. Let's just have a good time and present a good image."

"Always with your fucking image," retorted Sofie. "And you assure me. How many times have you assured me in the past? Like you assured me that you weren't sleeping with Kassandra behind my back. Hah!"

He sighed. Kassandra. That was the name Sofie always reverted to in these arguments. The Daughter of the Six Celestials, Kassandra of House Goradaán, was a beautiful woman and one who Fedor had been with a great many times. The daughter of the old king of Beda Fromm, it was to her that Fedor owed the provinces unwavering loyalty during and after The War. It wasn't because of that that he was so enthralled by her. Their affair was the product of her charm, and perhaps a product of his as well. But that affair had ended months ago. There were rumors that Sofie had paid her a visit. More than rumors, in fact. "Yes, well," said Fedor, "that is in the past now."

"In your past perhaps, but it's forever my present," she said, fiercely. Her eyes were red now and tears began to stream down her face. Sofie would have to re-do her makeup, which would only anger her more when she realized it. But, then, she looked away and took a deep breath. "You know, I never saw it going this way."

"I don't think any of us did," he said, lightly. "How did you see it going?"

Sighing deeply, she answered, "I don't know, Fedor. There was a time when we loved each other, do you remember? We wouldn't have done anything to hurt each other. I suppose part of it was inevitable. You are an emperor and your people need you. But, I hardly see you. Perhaps this is what I ought to have expected, but it wasn't. And now, here we are."

"Here we are," he repeated, softly. "And where to now?"

She breathed in. "I have been thinking..."

Fedor knew where she was going. He could feel the pit forming in his stomach as the words formed in her mouth. He had never thought he would miss her if for some reason their marriage ended, but at that moment he knew that this was merely the daydreaming of a man who didn't know what he already had. Now he could feel the pressure and pain.

"I have been thinking," she was saying, "that perhaps our marriage...wasn't meant to be."

He was silent for a few moments. Then, with hoarse breath, Fedor said, "Yes, well, what are we to do about that, Sofie?"

She looked at him with big eyes. "Divorce, Fedor. Divorce."

"Divorce?" he asked. "Divorce? We are the imperial couple, representatives of our empire and its strength. If we are weak, then so is this state we've built and that is not a message we can afford to send now, not with so much at stake. Not with the dice already having been rolled. No. Divorce is off the table."

Sofie laughed out loud. "This isn't the 18th century, Fedor. You can't just say that divorce is off the table, I'm not your slave. But, I understand your concern. I have thought about the problem of...image...and I may have a solution. The divorce, we will say, was your idea. You are tired of me, which you are and I can tell—"

"I am NOT tired of you, Sofie," interrupted Fedor. "What could ever make you think that?"

She looked at him as if in disbelief. "What could ever make me think that? Hmm, let me think. Maybe it's the way you fucked another woman. Maybe it's the way you're never home. The way you speak to me and act around me. I'm lonely Fedor, so lonely. Even when you are here physically, you are not here. I know it sounds like what I'm saying doesn't make sense, but hopefully one day you can understand. But our days are gone, it's time for both of us to focus on our own healths. I cannot stay here, I cannot stay with you. I must look after myself."

Fedor rested his head against the wall. For a long time he said nothing. Sofie began to wipe her tears away. Then, he said, "We will discuss this when I return. I will go to the wedding myself."

"Okay," she replied, softly.

He finished buttoning up his shirt, threw the jacket around his shoulders, and then walked out of the bedroom. She looked after him as he left, the tears returning to the corner of her eyes. Oh, how many nights she had already cried over that man. Despite it all, it made her sad to think that it would all soon be over. She looked back at the mirror and tisked. She'd have to clean up before seeing the children, they could not see their mother like that.



LOMENGO CASTLE, MOKASTANA
...one week later.

Fedor's mind had been an ocean amidst a storm for almost the entire duration of the flight from Fedala to the Mokan Islands. The discussion with Sofie went through his mind time and time again, like a poison that not only refused to leave his system but whose symptoms continued to reoccur. It made him sick to his stomach to think that his marriage was over. There would be no problem finding another woman, many other women if need be, but he truly did love Sofie even if he didn't always show it by his actions or his words. It made him sad. It made him feel like a failure.

He put that all to one side when the aircraft touched down, though. Escorted to another, smaller aircraft, this one took him directly to Lomengo Castle.

Neither Sofie nor the kids were with him. They had all stayed behind, undoubtedly preparing things for life after the wedding. Superficially, the dirvoce would be quick, painless, and almost a formality. The emperor, the people would be told, was Willed to greater things and his marriage to the empress would have to be sacrificed. On the surface, it would unemotional.

Below the skin, he knew that nothing could be further from the truth.

But he tried hard to keep such thoughts at a margin as he walked on to the ceremony grounds.

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Postby Morrdh » Thu Mar 21, 2019 1:24 am

Amongst the many limos shuttling back and forth with guests for the wedding was a woman named Lothwyn Cathmore, better known as Queen Lothwyn II of Morrdh. Since neither the bride nor groom were actually nobility, just super-rich, Lothwyn had actually come first and foremost as the Chieftess of Clan Cathmore. It meant that she could attend the wedding as a guest and without all the trappings of royalty, though she was aware that there was a Commonwealth special forces team on a frigate offshore ready to extract if anything happened.

Able to exercise a little extra freedom as Clan Chieftess than she would’ve have as queen and head of state, Lothwyn had been able to pick out a suitable outfit; a sleeveless, long black dress that reached down past her knees and showed of the Celtic spiral tattoos on her arms. She also wore a tartan sash, in the colours of Clan Cathmore, over her left shoulder whilst her long red hair was tied back in a braid. Jewelry she kept pretty simple with a bracelet round her left wrist and a silver wheel amulet on a chain round her neck, most curiously the symbol of the Mordentish goddess Arian.

As she watch the countryside rush past the window of the limo her thoughts drifted to Augusto, the prince of Imbrinium. Over the years they had enjoyed an on/off relationship as conflict drove them and their countries apart. A couple of years back they had finally managed to rekindle, but they’d kept things quiet due to the still sore wounds of their respective nations after recent conflict. They had planned to announce their engagement soon, though they had better make that announcement pretty soon Lothwyn mused. A smile spread across her lips as she held the amulet in one hand and rested her other hand on her stomach, she had an announcement of her own to make.

At last the limo arrived at Castle Stone and a manservant opened the door for her whilst another servant took her of her luggage, taking it up to the room where she would be staying the night. There still seemed to be a fair amount of time before the ceremony actually started as guests were still arriving. Looking she frowned as she failed to spot Augusto, though she did see Fedor of the Golden Throne. She’d met the Macabean Emperor a few times before and so went over to make a friendly greeting.

“Greetings yer majesty,” Lothwyn called out as she approached Fedor and smiled. “Pleasant surprise seeing ye here!”
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Günter Mayer had been invited by the person he had helped get her foot into the door in Krasnova, Arianna Lomengo. He remembered still of meeting her at the Ordenite embassy in Fedala in a meeting concerning her branch of the Montana Inc corporation and during the fiasco over the former Unified Eastern Star Soviets. He had of course informed his superiors of the invitation to the wedding event in Mokastana and had been cleared to attend the event under the premise of diplomacy and was even able to arrange his Wife and eldest son to accompany him. Gunter and his wife Eva had been married now for over 30 years and had been fortunate to bear three children. His eldest son had only just recently graduated from the SS-Junkerschulen in Munich and was given a grace period before his eventual attendance to a training facility for the Waffen-SS's officer cadre. The other two, another boy and a girl were both still going through the Orden-Youth program as were most children and teenagers would experience in their lifetimes. Gunter's wife Eva maintained a successful career as a teacher in a grade school that their children had and were attending. All three dressed for the occasion as they walked on the ceremony grounds which was essentially a castle.
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King James frowned as he adjusted his ceremonial dark navy blue tunic in front of the vast stateroom mirror. For the fifth time he attempted to do his bowtie, a talent he had never mastered. He sighed loudly and deeply as he failed, again, to get it right. It was right, or half-right, but not perfect – not perfect for a wedding-come-state visit.

“I suppose there are benefits to having equerries.” He mumbled to himself half-cursing for sending them away on the final approach to Mokan Islands.

“What was that?” Came a feminine call from somewhere in the direction of the bathroom, or the wardrobe. James could not be entirely sure given the size of the room.

“Nothing,” He replied. “Just talking to myself.”

He finally sorted his tie to an acceptable standard, one of his equerries were sure to correct in any case, and crossed the room towards the walk in wardrobe. His wife, the Queen consort, was not there so he entered to gather his formal shoes and began tying them.

“You alright in there?” He called to the bathroom, deducing the Queen was inside.

“Fine, just getting dressed. I’m nearly done. I don’t really want to leave in all honesty; it really has been an amazing voyage.

James nodded to himself. Stevidian palaces were seldom plain buildings and usually had a gothic ‘look at me’ presence about them. Those that were less architecturally pretty more than made up for it with lavish interiors, much like the former. However, the Princess Zaneta was a vessel that you could almost describe as a floating palace. The Monarch Class of cruise ships were reputed to be the most luxurious in the world, with some staterooms costing millions per day. They were staying in a Q1 Queen Grand Duplex Suite, the largest on board. It was more akin to a luxury central city, multi storey apartment than a cruise liner cabin. The room was comparable to some of the finest palace staterooms either the King or Queen had stayed in; marble flooring, soft plush cream carpets, gold appliance finishing’s, butler service, dining areas, sea view balconies, separate walk in wardrobes, the list went on – there was seemingly no end the amenities, much to the delight of the Queen.

There was click and the bathroom door opened and out walked Queen Consort Zaneta, the vessel’s namesake.

“Well?” She asked, fishing for approval.

She was wearing a long and sleeveless, sparking blue dress of a distinctly lighter shade than the King’s tunic. It had an open strapless back and it hung close to her, accentuating the curves of her slender frame. With it, she wore a matching feather fascinator and a silver and diamond encrusted broach moulded into the shape of dragon surrounded by red and white roses. James kept his emotions in check, for the most part, but was clearly taken aback at how beautifully presented she was.

“I must say you look beautiful.”

“Don’t do that!” She snapped back, pouting playfully.

“What?”

“Saying nice things, you don’t do it normally and when you do it’s only so someone else can here you. To do it in private makes me nervous, like you’re after something.”


James cocked an eyebrow but left her remark unanswered. Zaneta shook her head dismissively with tiny smile. “Typical.” She said, as she went back to the bathroom mirror to correct some makeup.

“I forgot to ask,” she said again with raised voice. “Why did we take the sea route and not a plane? As I understand it we’ll be flying to the location anyway.”

James had considered this, and the answer was interesting as it was perplexing; it had left him with more questions than it had answers. “I don’t know.” He replied. “The Prime Minister raised during one of our weekly meetings a month ago. He said it was ‘governmental advice’ for the Royals to travel to the Mokan Islands on a Monarch Class cruise liner; it puts the Empire’s best foot forward and sends a message to the Mokans.”

“Sends a message?”
Zaneta remarked.

“Yes, that what I said. I pressed the point further but the PM simply said that he could not divulge the information at that time. I asked him how sensitive does information have to be for it not be divulged to the monarch. He simply shrugged and said that he would reveal it to me in due course and that for now I was to make preparations with you to travel on the Princess Zaneta.”

“Well it hardly puts us out. It nice to get out of the palace.”


“And trade it for one that floats.” James quipped.

The queen laughed. “I suppose. I must say I don’t know too much about the couple getting married.”

“Me neither,”
James admitted. “But the Lomengo Family is one of much repute… and disrepute. It depends who you talk to.”

“You make them sound like the mafia.”
Zaneta joked as she return to the main room to put on her heels. This time it was James’ turn to laugh as he finished tying his shoes.

“Ha! There is probably more truth in that than anyone would like to admit. The groom, Morgan Wayne, is an unknown quantity to me; apparently, he is some influential sea hunter from the Timocractic Republic whereas the bride is more renowned to us.”

“Er-hum. Arianna. Although the matriarch is the renowned lady as opposed to her granddaughter, I hear she is a somewhat ruthless person.”

“Ruthless in tact, charm and diplomacy.”
The King interjected. “People seldom hold on to any sort of power without having some of those traits. House Lomengo is essentially Mokan royalty, their seat of social power a literal castle. This marriage to someone completely unknown must have ruffled some family feathers.”

“I think it’s sweet.” Zaneta cooed. “Marrying for love, not power. It’s almost like it’s a rarity these days.”

“Marriages are often unequal and favour one side over the other – even in love affairs. One could argue you stood more to gain from our marriage than I.”

Zaneta looked up from fastening her velvet high-heels and scowled at her husband. His point was brash and direct, but she could not fault the cold, uncompromising logic even though it prickled her. She return to fastening her shoes without comment. The corners of James’ mouth twitched into a smile. It was a cruel comment but nonetheless true. Zaneta was foreign royal, a little known one at that with no ties to Stevid. The monarchs of the two royal households essentially arranged their marriage but it had developed quickly into legitimate affection. Nonetheless, the Stevidian royal establishment was a huge pedestal for Zaneta, and she had benefited from it. She was humble enough not to show it, but deep down both Zaneta and James knew she would be ‘a nobody’ if the marriage had not occurred and she enjoyed the limelight.

“Who else is going?” Asked the queen, changing the subject.

“My equerries assured me many guests are going, including but not limited to Queen Lothwyn herself of Morrdh, Fedor of the Golden Throne and… Victoria and… Rommel of the Kaisereich.”

“Ooo, I like Queen Lothwyn.”
Zaneta smiled, now standing and brushing her dress down. She crossed to the entrance door and beckoned the maids and equerries into the room. “Not so much Fedor, the other two I don’t know.”

“Me neither,” James replied. “Seem rather new to the scene I think but I’m sure we’ll get to know them. Fedor is alright, he’s grown on me over the years now that bygones-be-bygones – though I’m told there’s no Sofie.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Zaneta replied rather absently, now allowing her maids to affix small diamond earrings to her lobes and thin gold chain with diamond and glass pendants around her neck.

“You could ask him yourself,” James said as an equerry fussed over his bowtie. “But it’s probably best left alone. Assume nothing, she might just be indisposed.”

There was a deep booming noise from out of the window carried by the warm morning Mokan sea breeze. Then there was a second blast; it was the ship’s horn. The ship was announcing herself to the port city as she drew closer.


* * *



Lomengo Castle, Mokastana

The journey to the castle was short and picturesque. The Lemengo family knew how to put on a show, and their family estate was beautiful as it was large. The limousine ferried the Stevidian royals cruised up the winding road to the castle, the royal standard fluttering from a small mount at front of the bonnet. Both the passengers admired the estate from behind blackened windows and for the most part had an unobstructed view. Stevid had elected not to send security to the event, only an attaché to the Lemengo family as a sort of liaison. There was nothing formal, no reserve military unit or security detail – the hosts would handle all security as if to emphasise Imperial trust or impose the gravitas of the situation. To let something happen to the Royal Family on Mokan watch would be cataclysmic, and they knew it.

The stretched car travelled under the first gatehouse of the castle and into the foremost courtyard where guests were arriving under fanfare. Journalists, private and official photographers as well as a score of other guests that were still gathered at the location only a short distance away from the ceremonial grounds where the wedding was to take place. The vehicle stopped in front of a sort of carpeted walkway and an equerry opened the rearmost door. As per royal protocol, King James of the Holy Empire of Stevid and Rubet exited first with a broad smile before helping the Queen.

Both stood beside each other as photographers shouted “Your Royal Highness!” or “Your Majesty, please! This way!” James placed a gentle reassuring hand in the small of Zaneta’s back, though she needed none, and both waved for a short moment before walking in the direction of the castle grounds.

The grounds were not yet too busy, though there were already a few hundred people present. More were surely expected, but there were some significant people already there – not that James had any real say in who he spoke to first. This may be a party on the face of it, but to the guests it was more a social-diplomatic summit. These sort of things always were, weddings, birthdays, funerals, all were just excuses to talk politics and get drunk – and not always in that order.

An exceptionally dressed and well-turned-out equerry approached James and Zaneta. “Your Majesty, Royal Highness, we should start with His Imperial Majesty Fedor.”

“Over Queen Lothwyn?” James asked with some surprise.

“Despite the easing of tensions, sire,” He replied. “The Empire believes that reaffirming the commitments the two empires have with each other would be more beneficial than courting the Commonwealth first as they seem to be polarising more towards the Covenant. Topics pertinent to us and Fedor will probably be Indras and our own fledgling alliance.”

“Far be it from me to discuss geopolitical strategy, but then shouldn’t it be more prudent to try keep Morrdh on side?”

The equerry shrugged. “That is for Your Majesty’s government to decide. ”

“Of course it is.”
King James sighed sarcastically. “Very well then. Introduce us once Queen Lothwyn has finished with him, I can see them talking. In the meantime get us some drinks. I fear we might need them.”
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Postby Patrick OConner » Fri Mar 22, 2019 10:54 am

A tall man stood in the middle of a dressing room. He was over 6 feet tall and broad shoulder, with a strong handsome face. His only detracting feature was nose that was slightly crooked at the end as if it was broken in the past and not properly set, it did not detract however, but in combination with his sea green eyes, which themselves seems to spark with emotion, gave him a raucous air, like that of a pirate, stepped out of time. He was Senior Captain Morgan Wayne, enaged to be wed to Arainna and groom to be. And he was nervous.

Wayne felt slightly uncomfortable truth be told. He has used too many things. Raging storms? Check. Sea monsters? Hunted them on a daily basis. Running a massive company? Yeah pretty much. Dealing with massive crowds of very important people from across the world? Yeah, give him the kraken any day of the week.

Wayne sighed again and straighten his uniform once more, removing a bit of imaginary fluff from his shoulder. He is wearing a white peaked cap with a black leather bill and gold decoration covers his head and hair. The jacket is a deep navy blue with a white shirt and black tie. The pants are navy blue as well and his black leather shoes have been shined to the point they can be used as mirrors. The jacket has a row of brass buttons running down the middle, again highly polished, while a set of gold captains bars grace the collar. There is a name tag reading Wayne and above it, a crossed set of highly polished harpoons with a skull in the middle.

On the other side, there are ribbons of many various colors denoting bravery below them are medals and below those is a brass representation of a Kraken surrounded 20 gold stars. Next to it a brass model of a leviathan surrounded by 2 gold stars and a silver one. Above both of those is a gold ships wheel. Everything has been polished until it shines too bright to look directly at. A white belt encircles his waist with an old curved knife with a blue pommel stone sheathed on it in black leather, looking somewhat out of place on his right hip. On his left hip is a sheathe cutlass in a shiny black scabbard, with the hilt and guard made of brass polished to perfection.

His uniform was technically a blending of Sea Hunter and official Naval Dress Uniform but no one was going to argue with him, he was entitled to wear both of them.

Wayne sighed again as he stared into the mirror.

“Knock it off,” Someone said from behind him and he turned around with a small smile. He came face to face with a petite woman.

She was a little over 5 feet tall but perfectly proportioned, she was a perfect woman but in miniature, and dressed exactly like Wayne with a few exceptions. There was no name tag and no ribbons but instead, a brass representation of a kraken surrounded 15 gold stars. Next to it a brass model of a leviathan surrounded by 1 gold stars and a silver one. And finally a brass model of shark which was surrounded my no stars. She had captains bars as well but hers were silver, denoting she was just a captain.

“I should have just eloped with her,” Wayne says
“Quit crying you, big baby.” Captain Karin Murphy said with a smile, looking up at Wayne.

“You are not getting married.”

“You are the one that fell for a snake in human skin. Honestly what you see in her. She is nothing like Mary.”

“They have more in common than you think.”

“If you say so. But you got into this mess. And now you get to deal with it.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because we always come to the aid of a fellow Sea Hunter, even if they make stupid decisions.”

“Touche,” Wayne says with a rueful smile.

“Now come on. There are a lot of very important people that maybe want to meet you. And your snake of a fiance is waiting to marry you for some reason.” Murphy says with a smile.

Both of the turn and leave the room and head down to the party to meet and greet the guests at the party below.

On the way, Wayne somehow managed to snag a drink, rum of course, which he started to drink with gusto.

Both them joined the party, with the help of some servants to guide them through the maze, and Wayne sighed softly again.

“I would feel so much better if the ground was actually moving.” He murmured to himself but Murphy heard him.

“Smile at least you can smell the sea from here.”

“Yeah but the sea here smells like a polluted cesspool.”

“I admit that it does not smell like the sea from home-”

“In port, it smells like a swamp.”

“-but outside it smells fresh and clear. Now quit complaining and smile and make nice.” Murphy says doing her best to look happy.

“And the same goes to you,” Wayne says out the side of his mouth and then puts on a smile, squares his shoulders and managing to look proud, in control, and dignified despite his nervousness and discomfort. He is ready to meet everyone.
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Postby AHSCA » Fri Mar 22, 2019 12:47 pm

(I'll be kind of juggling my two nations, AHSCA and Kuronami in this probably bulk in one post but I'll do my best to switch accounts when needed)

With as close as the Mokastanan and AHSCAian governments are, it would have been scandalous to not attend an event of one of the nation's prominent figures and arguably the most influential in the nation's politics. Such a special event called for nothing but the highest of honors from the islands to represent and that was of course, Duchess Villa herself. Marcella had done a few state functions abroad over her few years of being Duchess of the UIS but still nothing felt quite as important as this one. Given how close the two nations were, Marcella always felt the pressure to really put on her best to show the Mokan interest in them was well founded. One would think it would be a given, what with her father but still, governments changed, leaders come and go and opinions and ideas change.

Marcella thought about making the journey herself, being a skilled sailor already she likely could do it but instead she hitched a ride with the Empress of Kuronami, Empress Eylstadt, aboard her own Selkie constructed Yacht, constructed by Silverport Dockyards. Actually being with Finé probably calmed her nerves most of all, a fellow woman of a crown. The only other better option would be Aurelia but as such she was caught up with her own duties in Kyrenia. Both the women had their respective handmaidens helping them prepare for the evening. A wedding like this called for nothing short of the best.

Yoshi helping Marcella prepare, Lotte preparing Finé. Their two bodyguards were busy finalizing their travel and arrival plans. "Milady, Villa," Lotte asked her handing a free hairbrush over to Yoshi, "How are you feeling, are you calmer now?"

"Yes, I think I'm finally relaxed." Marcella said.

"Look it's only a wedding." Finé tried to brush off non-nonchalantly. "I get what you said about the real impact this family has on Mokan Politics but still I really doubt you could do much to make anyone want to suddenly turn on you. Considering your father and all."

"It's more than just a Mokan wedding, I mean it is that but it's also the fact so much of the region's high society will be there! Oh god, Mama is so much better at this than I am. I should have just sent her and papa along!"

"And yet, I recall, it's been YOU, Marcella, whom has done the most to really bring AHSCA out of its shell. Of course nothing against your mother, she's before my time but from what I remember of my predecessor's efforts, Lady Shino wasn't quite the social butterfly."

"Mmmm makes sense." Marcella knew it was true, but her mother took the country from warn torn to scared and isolationist to a new land for Marcella to lead. "Given her Reign from the installation to my succession."

"Not easy to build a new nation and unite five culturally unique islands but she did it and she's raised you up so you can do this. Be confident, be courageous and also remember, I got your back!" She gave a wink to Marcella.

Marcella giggled a little. "You and Aurelia; you two are the only women who know how to kick sense into me."

"Well that's what friends and girlfriends are for."

A few minutes later the two women were all dressed and prepped, just a little makeup to make them shine, hair nice and neat, latest and greatest in perfume. Surely they'd be the talk of the party or at least make a few good impressions.

"Perfect." the two maidens said together in regards to their handy work on their Mistresses they both served.

"Ladies," the voice of Bianca Redford, Finé's bodyguard "Your transport is ready now."

"Very good, thank you, Bianca." Finé thanked then continued "Bianca, why don't you and Lady Asuna stay here. I wouldn't worry about security and I think it'd be easier for all of us."

"Very well, as you wish." Bianca reluctantly complied.


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A car ride took them along arriving at LOMENGO CASTLE in good time. Their vehicle guided along and told where to go for the party. "thank you kindly." This was a big deal besides the Mokans as Marcella mentioned there could very well be be old enemies of AHSCA, though likely to have long buried the hatchet since, other states who probably saw them once at some point, others who revered them, like Lamoni or of course Kuronami who was already on Marcella's arm. Some to whom, AHSCA was barely a blip on their international radar screens, compared to bigger fish they worried about. A giant inter-regional party at least made it easier as business was the least likely aspect to come up, compared to something of a political summit.

"This place is really something!" Marcella was surprised, she actually didn't know about this castle, even though it had been around for sometime.

"Certainly puts our two palaces to shame doesn't it?" Finé joked with her. "You didn't know about it?"

"Either papa mentioned it and I forgot or he didn't know about it either. But he has been in AHSCA a long time."

"Actually, how do they feel about your father and mother?" Finé asked her.

"I'm not sure to be honest, things have always been complicated here from what I've learned. Communism, Capitalism, Democracy, Socialism, Jutna, I think just about every ideology has been tested out here." Marcella might be exaggerating a bit but Mokan history was one of her more complex lessons she had to study. Marcella inhaled a deep breath to maintain her composure. Part of her extensive training was how also about her outward behavior, her Royal Demeanor in composure, presence and elegance.
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Lomengo Castle, Mokastana

Cory Brera had taken a short break from the long hours of meetings in the Fecawn Senat to travel to Mokastana. He, like most people in Fecaw, had relatively little knowledge of Mokastana and was hoping to catch a glimpse of this rather far away nation. He had come with some of his rather large family, including his wife, Alily Loyn, and their three eldest sons. While his appearance was technically an informal one, simply to meet the Lomengo family, it was in fact an important part of the fact-finding undertaken by the Foreign Council of Fecaw into neighboring nations. However, he was in no way a spy and had a small, but genuine, desire to meet the Lomengos. He, along with his sons, was dressed in a formal suit, with a trilby hat perched on his head.

His wife however, had come in a much more traditional Fecawn dress, made largely from felt, and was wearing a rather resplendent malachite necklace around her neck. Her hair was largely covered by a lace veil, but some of it had fallen out. Cory himself was a Deputy, one of forty five senior advisors to King Sarol, and a former lawyer. He, like most of the Fecawn government, was exceptionally well educated. Before the visit, it had been decided that no security staff, who are quite hard to find in Fecaw, would be necessary. The family had instead taken a course in Mokan history, politics and culture.

The five were driven along in a rather small, but glossy, car that was one of the few cars produced within Fecaw. Their driver was an old family friend, who was not much of a servant, but simply drove them occasionally to officiall occasions to create a fittingly formal look. The family had endured a long sea journey from the island of Seret, which had recently seen a ship sunk off its coast late last year. The trip was safe, but had left them feeling slightly sea sick and tired. They did not say much. Alily was saving her energy for the day ahead.

The car turned round a sharp corner and arrived in view of the Lomengo Castle. She pushed her incredibly long hair under her veil and adjusted her necklace for the final time. Cory was more relaxed and probably more tired as well. They saw that the Lomengo family had pulled out all the stops on their enormous residence. The castle was indeed beautiful and not so far from the Sea of Moka. Cory turned up out of his seat a bit and said in a hushed voice to his wife, "Are you all ready?"

"I'm relaxed I think."

"There is no need to worry. Just because this is an important family, doesn't mean they will turn on us. We are welcome here, guests."

"But we've never been to any kind of Mokan event before. How do we know what to do?"

"In some things, dear, you just have to act naturally, believe me, it will come to you."

"I guess... You just remember to do your job as well. "

The car drew to a halt and the driver gave Cory a nod. The children got out of the car first and waited for their parents. As Alily stepped out of the car, she tried to orientate herself to the new, almost imperial, surroundings of the castle. Cory came out more quickly, suddenly seeming a lot more professional than he had just a minute ago. They began to make their way towards the entrance. The family was now composed and ready.

Cory remembered what he had been told by several of his colleagues, that this wedding was in fact more of a political summit. "When one is not successful in making out plans then predict the future by the past and learn about the absent from what is present. When one plans like this then one can be intelligent" was a old phrase that Cory had been taught in school. He now repeated it in his head as he cam along the red carpet with a slightly forced smile on his face.
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Postby Patrick OConner » Sat Mar 23, 2019 12:58 pm

Sitting the middle of the bay open and obvious to all was a naval task force. It was not an invading force those it was prepared to do so with an LHD loaded with a Marine regiment if anything even threaten to go sideways. A supercarrier and guided missile battleship sat in the middle surrounded by a ring made of a heavy cruiser, 2 cruisers, and 4 destroyers.

The whole force was part of the massive security for the wedding and meant to also protect everyone there.

They were friendly though, from the Timocratic Republic. These ships were visiting from the large base the Republic maintained in Mokastana. The reason for the large presence is the fact that this is the first visit abroad by the President General of the Republic and the classic paranoia the Mericans were known for is in full effect.

From the carrier, a helicopter took off and headed for the airport. It landed and from it exited a woman. She is in her late-40s she is tall standing 5 feet 11 inches and long green evening gown that she makes look very very attractive. Her breasts are a C cup, proud and perky while her waist is narrow and body curvy in all the right ways and places. She has a body that any model would die to have. Her face is white with a few wrinkles and with high cheekbones and red plump lips. She had aged well.

Her hair was done in flowing curls and she was wearing a set of emerald matched earrings and necklace.

She was President General Marai Overhill, leader of the executive branch of the Timocratic Republic.

The helicopter landed at the airport and Overhill disembarked and boarded a limo to take her to the party. Originally she had not planned on attending but when the guest list came out...she found she had no choice but to go.

Still, it could be fun and Wayne was one of the more famous people in the Republic and often consider a hero for his actions during the Civil War and the Rebellion, where he took part in critical naval actions. And he was hier to the Eastwood and Wayne Company, one of the largest corporations back in the Republic, rivaled only my O'Malley Heavy Industries. It had started out as a small arms company and it still made small arms, which were often considered the best in the region.

Oh, well, still the party should be fun, no matter what, especially with the two that were getting married.

The limo pulled up and Marai exited with a smile and confidently walked into the party, ready to meet and greet.
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Postby Eitoan » Sat Mar 23, 2019 3:07 pm

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10 days before the wedding.

The Mitchell house was busy that night. Tucked away in the arboreal quietude of one of Kelso’s most exclusive neighborhood, the magnificent Early 70’s Eitoan Folk Revival estate boasted 9000 sq. ft. of finished space behind the tastefully subdued brick and limestone exterior. The area, close to town was much sought after by prominent businessmen and attorneys, scions of the nation’s largest city’s financial community. The house itself, it’s 6 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, 5 fireplaces, spectacular kitchen, media room, walnut library, and refrigerated wine cellar was a prize befitting the Mitchells, Lori and Brett, and their 4 children. Tonight it looked like Lori and Brett, this time both, would be going on a long trip.

Lori sat at the roll top desk in the library, Brett comfortable in his richly upholstered leather chair to her right. She had received the invitation from Lady Guadelupe herself, as partner in the white shoe law firm of Roper, Elroy, Bartak and Dunlay, the “consiglierette” of House Lomengo interests in continental northwest Greater Dinestad. The Lady Guadelupe had chosen wisely six years ago in requesting REB&D, and Lori in particular. And Lori had served the family interests well, through a series of acquisitions, leveraged buyouts, spinoffs, and stock swaps, navigating the thorny legal and financial requirements in Kelso and Vladarsik, and in neighboring states. On occasion she performed those duties in Ralkovia, a delicate matter at any time, even for domestic clients. The Lomengo’s required a firm with the most impeccable prestige in the northwest, and the depth to field a team for their varied requests in this heretofore uncharted territory. Not only was the firm a good choice, but after investigation the family requested Lori personally to manage their interests, her coming from a long and distinguished line of corporate attorneys and jurists. The stern, mustachioed visage of her great grandfather, the esteemed Supreme Court Justice Abraham Marshall Roper stared down at visitors both in the lobbies of the REB&D offices in Kelso, Vladarsik, Berwyn, Avalon, and Portsmough, and above the living room mantle at the Mitchell home. The Roper in the firm’s name was the father of that jurist, one of the first wave of prominent attorneys in the days of the republic, as power shifted from the ancient imperial capital of Berwyn to bustling Kelso. Lori always turned heads when entering a room – tall at 5’ 11”, thin, with shoulder length fine blonde hair and deep green eyes.

Brett seemed a bit distracted as Lori read through the notices for protocol, personal responses to the invitation, and occasionally made a few comments about the upcoming festivities. Brett, no slouch himself in the business world as Senior Vice President for Corporate Development at Vik, a leading credit rating service, was not as high profile as Lori. And although their wealth and success brought the family great happiness, they had not quite broken into the upper echelon of Eitoan society – that was reserved for the medical and STEM professions. And for the military. Brett did harbor residual resentments toward his in-laws; pushing him to retire from the Active Army after he made Major, although his business career had been wildly successful. Still, he thought, the Army is a big part of Mitchell life – how far could he have gone?

The four children, Kevin, William, Jessica and Jennifer were away in their rooms, completing homework, under the watchful eyes of the head governess, Mrs. Sratim.

“Of course, the children are to stay at home” Lori started. “They will be very well taken care of under Mrs. Sratim, and the staff. And it’s not like this is the first time we’ve been away. At this age, they can basically look after each other. At lest Kevin can look after them. I think the boy should step up to some more responsibility, him and Bill.”

Brett looked ahead, glassy eyed. Lori had hit a nerve. She knew it, and prepared for the retort. Bringing to bear all of the gravitas his 6’ 3” frame mustered, he leaned forward toward his wife. She was used to his outbursts, and remained nonplussed, staring right back at him.

“I’ll say he needs to step up!” Brett bellowed. “Step up and pay for the repairs on that Giulia from that damn drag race last month! Or he can just get out there and bang the dings out of the metal himself!”

Brett was standing now, pacing, collecting his thoughts.

“And another thing” he continued, “He’s going into the Army soon, right after high school. I’ve heard his whining about slacking off in the National Guard – I won’t have it. Oh, he may just be shuffling through now, like for the last three years, but, dammit, that is going to come to an end! Let him enjoy our time away at this wedding. All Mitchell men served Army, and dammit, he will too. I’ve told him again and again, I expect this. And, dammit, I expect an offer for Officer Candidate School after his mandatory term, and he will accept it!”

Lori smiled sweetly at Brett. Changing the subject, she gently reminded him “Brett, let’s not worry about this now. Another thing – the garage expansion, repaving the main driveway – let’s get some more estimates. But I don’t want to move ahead until after we get back from the wedding. Mostly, I just don’t want to be bothered with all that while we’re over there. You know from the last time, all your repair equipment, the racks, special storage for the tires, not every contractor has so much experience. And I want it done right, this time.”

Brett grunted assent.

Getting back to the wedding invitation, Lori continued.

“Now, let’s go over the advisory from Foreign Affairs again. This wedding is shaping up as a summit, more or less, and I’ve advised Lady Guadelupe that it would be slightly gauche to invite President Shrdlu or Secretary Field. And she understands – they don’t have a personal relationship with the Lomengo’s like so many foreign potentates, so an invitation would be seen as inappropriate. But given so may crowned heads in attendance, Foreign Affairs wants us to be aware of the proper protocol.

It’s just common sense, dear. Speak to heads of state on their initiative, only after formal introduction, or when directly requested. Let’s avoid opinions about foreign politics. I think both of us can agree with that one. And above all, be cheerful and positive. This is a happy occasion, and a great celebration for the Lomengo family!”

“Ah yes – Shrdlu, the student prince!” Brett interjected. His wife looked daggers at Brett. No further words were necessary, or spoken.

Lori was looking forward to the wedding. She had genuine, due respect for Lady Guadelupe, but felt closest to Eva Lomengo, although about 20 years younger than Eva. The Mitchells knew as much about this Morgan Wayne as any other Eitoan, which was not much. He remained a man of mystery. But they were going as guests of the Lomengos and Lori looked forward to that.

Arrival at Castle Stone

The flight from Kelso to Caracaz International Airport was long and tiring, even though Lori and Brett enjoyed the comfort of one of the REB&D private jets. Upon arrival and clearing customs, the couple was met by the Eitoan General Counsel in Caracaz, going over the finer points of etiquette for the wedding, especially as pertained to royal heads of state. The major domos attending were favorable to Eitoan, and viewed positively by the public: Fedor of The Golden Throne, James and Zaneta of Stevid and Rubet, owing to their support of the Republic in the recent confrontation with Ralkovia. Fedor was attending solo, oddly. The other crowned heads were more obscure to them, out of the attention of the Mitchells, so the General Counsel advised them again about protocol.

“Brett, I know this is an exciting event. But please, dear, be your charming self and stay in the background” Lori admonished.

The General Counsel again bade the couple to drink lightly, and be pleasant, but not seek out attention from reigning monarchs.

Finally deposited at the Castle, Lori and Brett casually strolled past what appeared to be a knot of paparazzi, besieging a visiting nabob or poohbah. The couple entered largely unnoticed, Lori and a modest dark blue outfit, shoulders covered with the hemline below the knees, as advised. She was sporting a gray wide brimmed hat, low heeled close toed shoes. There was no need to bolster her height. Brett was dressed formally; morning coat, waist coat, blue and white striped tie, with pinstriped trousers. The couple carefully navigated the crowd, and approached Lady Guadelupe.

“My dear Lady Guadelupe, my husband Brett and I are overjoyed an honored to be here today to celebrate this happy occasion for House Lomengo, and wish the best to the lucky couple.” Lori smiled broadly.

Brett held behind a half step, and smiled at the family matriarch at the introduction. He seemed distracted, perhaps in his own thoughts, perhaps by the sighting of King James and Queen Zaneta, glancing at them then quickly looking back at his wife and Lady Guadelupe, who were chatting away.
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Postby NS Argentina » Sat Mar 23, 2019 4:05 pm

Presidential office of the Argentine Republic, "La quinta de Olivos".
4 days before...




One of the ministers of foreign affairs, Mr. "Luis Illia" was having a conversation with the current president of Argentina, the intellectual Agustina Neumann. Luis Illia was trying to convince the president to attend the wedding of Arianna Lomengo and Morgan Wayne, they had a kind of pretty comical discussion, which could be summarized in repetitive attempts with simple speeches by Luis Illia and short and simple answers like "no" by Agustina Neumann. Luis Illia wanted to convince Agustina since the Lomengo family was very powerful and establishing relationships with them could be very beneficial due to their gigantic wealth.

Luis Illia wanted Agustina to agree to attend the wedding so that a link could be established between her and the Lomengo family so that in the future they could relate even more and perhaps establish commercial links with them, get them to finance an economic project in Argentina, as be the oil industry.

Agustina Neumann did not want to attend because she considered that she did not have "time" to take breaks and had to attend to the administrative matters of Argentina, it did not matter if she felt exhausted or needed to rest, she always looked for some way to over-demand herself until I could not take it anymore.

Finally, Luis Illia managed to convince Agustina to participate with the excuse that the president of the Argentine Republic could not ignore such an important event.

"Do not look this as a commercial opportunity in the future, look more like a well-deserved rest for you, you know well that this is your environment, elegant clothes, important people, sophisticated parties, the Lomengo family has everything and you are at that level" said Luis Illia to give Agustina greater confidence in her decision.

"I will attend by formality, I have no ulterior motives" Agustina answered coldly, it was difficult to see her acting warmly during work hours, even with people of confidence. She had a kind of emotional "shell" that forced her to behave in the same way when she was working.

Agustina was a young, intellectual and single woman. She is one of the most intelligent people in Argentina and it was considered an act of "justice" that she has become president due to her university merits. With a degree in economics and politics, Agustina has shown that it is possible to stand out in the political arena with any attitude if the right decisions are chosen. She seemed to be of German descent even though she was born in Argentina as well as her parents and grandparents.She usually looks like a busy person, the typical beautiful woman who seems to have no time for anything or anyone but always attracts the attention of other people's eyes because of how interesting she can be, sometimes it is considered the ideal model of the Argentine woman , blonde, light eyes, slim figure, good health and intelligent, a woman quite desirable and at the same time, unattainable at first sight.

There was no doubt that her appearance had influenced the opinion of Argentines when it came to choosing her, but believing that her beauty made her ascend to the presidency of Argentina was a very serious mistake. Agustina applied the policies of the "Welfare State" in the internal relations of Argentina, prioritizing the national industry and the interference of the country in the development of the agro-export industry while constantly seeking markets abroad. Imports were reduced and exports increased, which caused inflation to be reduced considerably, making Argentina a peaceful, beautiful and developed country.


Luis smiled, said "Good luck, president" and left the presidential office.





Lomengo Castle, Mokastana





Agustina was during the trip in a limousine looking out of the corner of both windows, I was interested in the landscape but I did not want to show it, if the look was serious but not because she was angry or serious, but because she believed that keeping a serious look was synonymous of respect, status and manners. Beside him was Valentin Benedetti, one of the ministers of foreign affairs (In Argentina the ministries have their powers divided, there is no boss). The trip was full of appreciations to the landscape of the immense castle of the Lomengo. At first glance what most impressed Agustina was the castle's modern architecture, if rather the architecture par excellence of the castle was old, some quite modern details could be easily appreciated.

Agustina was dressed in a beige business suit, under the suit she was wearing a lightweight suit vest and decorated with some silver chains, also beige, underneath this vest was a business shirt with a bent neck and high next to a platinum colored tie. Her hair, which was practically perfect, smooth and blond was pulled back and finished in a ponytail, her eyes were more highlighted than usual, the blue of her eyes could be seen several meters away. Her odor was of a Hugo Boss fragrance, very expensive and very pleasant to smell. She looked like a businesswoman rather than a president, her dress was very particular and her taste for fashion was very successful and striking, almost everything looked good, even more so when her dress was chosen by an Argentine fashion designer.

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Valentin Benedetti was dressed in a black business suit, with a light gray shirt and a tie with black, white and gray stripes, a somewhat typical but rather elegant suit. He pretended to be over 30 years old and in fact he had them, he was 36 years old and he was quite handsome, his appearance inspired attraction in certain aspects, he had a barely grown beard and his hair was carefully cared for. His eyes were brown and his skin white. Valentin was not recognized internationally and was little known in Argentina, so it was a great surprise that President Neumann chose him as his companion.

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When the limousine reached its destination, the driver got out of the limousine and opened one of the doors, allowing President Agustina Neumann and Foreign Minister Valentin Benedetti to get off. The latter gave indications of where the suitcases were so they could keep them. Both had agreed to spend the night in the immense castle of the Lomengo.

While Valentino Benedetti remained helping to transport the suitcases, Agustina Neumann continued to greet the guests. She was not the hostess, that was clear, however she was a very educated woman and knew perfectly that when entering an event as important as this should greet everyone. Agustina's look inspired sophistication and elegance, outwardly she could see herself as a very well dressed woman with perfect facial features, an authentic "barbie doll", her way of greeting was to approach a guest who is not in a conversation (due to interrupt the conversations of others was bad), say "Greetings, good morning sir" (or lady) nodding. Even with such an expensive and elegant dress it would be appreciated that she was quite humble and greeted the other guests as if they were superior to her. She observed that there were people talking to Lady Guadalupe, so she decided to wait to greet her.
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NS Argentina wrote:While Valentino Benedetti remained helping to transport the suitcases, Agustina Neumann continued to greet the guests. She was not the hostess, that was clear, however she was a very educated woman and knew perfectly that when entering an event as important as this should greet everyone. Agustina's look inspired sophistication and elegance, outwardly she could see herself as a very well dressed woman with perfect facial features, an authentic "barbie doll", her way of greeting was to approach a guest who is not in a conversation (due to interrupt the conversations of others was bad), say "Greetings, good morning sir" (or lady) nodding. Even with such an expensive and elegant dress it would be appreciated that she was quite humble and greeted the other guests as if they were superior to her. She observed that there were people talking to Lady Guadalupe, so she decided to wait to greet her.


Marcella had finished up her little side-bar with Empress Eylstadt as the two began to sort of absorb their surroundings. Marcella didn't want to overstate her real importance as a guest, in spite of whatever clout her half-Mokan lineage gave her, best to be polite before approaching the hostess. Finé nudged her a little, figuring maybe some conversation could help calm her nerves. Honestly she still wasn't sure what Marcella was so nervous about. Marcella inhaled and exhaled gently steadying herself and approaching. "A fine day to you Ma'am." Actually now, Marcella wished Noir was here, at least Noir could help her identify people. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Duchess Marcella Villa, of AHSCA." she introduced herself. "On my arm is...."

"Ortfiné von Eylstadt, Empress of Kuronami. But please, Finé is fine."

"And Marcella is fine with me." Marcella nodded. "Looks like the lovely Bride and Groom are tied up at the moment."
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Weddings were not the affairs they were in other nations in the Theocracy. After all, the family unit was less important and less emphasized than the relationship between those family members and their clergy, or their school, or even their work. Marriages were commitments almost less to one another than it was a reaffirment of their duties to the Church.

Of course, this does not mean that the Theocracy was puzzled by the...individualistically inclined nature of such unions outside of its borders, or expected others to share its traditions. It wasn't like the exact nature of such a union mattered as long as it produced those who supported the values that the Theocracy valued in its friends. And Mokastana was both a friend and someone whose values, while not always perfected in action, were realized in spirit often enough for the Theocracy to consider a friend. There was little that could prevent them from sending someone to the wedding. The only real question was who to send.

Many Shrines sent petitions, and the Office of the Arch-Bishop and the Foreign Church Office were in charge of deciding who. After a lot of internal debate, Sister-Artiste Cassandra Alzhuka (Well, at least as of the time of the invitation) of the Experience Shrine was chosen to go. By right and privilege she was in charge of the Shrine's Enshrinement Ceremonies and was always happy to see the Art of Union in other cultures and nations. Intriguing how the individualistic notions of such societies could warp the act of union, was it not? The seeming contradiction was not for her to judge, however. Instead, when news had of the union had reached the Enshrinement Offices of the Church, she had petitioned to partake in the festivities. She was an excellent choice, if she said so herself.

Of course, she was not to go alone. Marshites never went anywhere alone. She had chosen as her plus-one Brother-Artiste Chuvain Tor'Toda. Good member of the Shrine and an on-again, off-again lover, not to mention a superb dancer. She had met him when he was Soordun, loved him when she was Phaedra, and came to hate Lyubitel' Voyny. Chuvain was far more pleasant. Shrine Guard Dhurain Caopaun was here ostensibly as their guard, though all three wore the protective Arachne IVA under their dresses and had a combat sidearm, as was custom. Of course Dhurain was here more at the request of the Arch-Bishop's personal representative, Inquisitor Jason XL. The Inquisitor was silent and was not here to answer Cassandra's questions or concerns.

The Lomengo family was intensely powerful. According to M-SAD, they were the power behind the government. Keeping them in eyesight and continuing relations positively were important matters at all times, and attending their wedding could only help. Morgan Wayne, meanwhile, was more intriguing due to his nature. The Theocracy kept tabs on many people of notable quality and a Kraken hunter, whether Merican or Marshite, was always someone to keep a tab on.

"What do we know?" Cassandra asked as she played with the hem of her dress.

"Of notable intelligence? Nothing dramatically vital," Replied Dhurain. Her dress was less bluster than hers for the time being, owing to his desire for easier firearm access. All were armed and were Arachne IVA under their dresses, as they were expected to do.

"Except that Mr. Wayne does not wish to raise any child they produce in Mokastana," Chuvain reminded those gathered while stretching. Indeed, word had filtered through the grapevine of Marshite servants of certain familial details. It was unlikely to lead to much unless the Theocracy received a request from the family to help.

"Of course, yes. Still though, what about him?" Cassandra asked. She liked to be informed. While the Experience Shrine valued ignorance in the face of new challenges on a personal level it did not prescribe such beliefs to larger matters of state.

"Firm human being. Merican traits as standard: Rough, crude, brave, bold. Nothing objectionable," came the answer from Dhurain. Indeed, Marshites quite liked Mericans. They weren't religious enough for the Marshite taste but otherwise had all the good and vicious traits they liked from subsections of their allies.

"Shocked the family would accept him."

"Love is like lightning and can strike without cause or reason, leaving shattered form and soul behind, in the firmament of desire's cruelest thesis," waxed poetically did Chuvain. A lover of the arts, even if he wasn't very good at it.

"Truth. Excellent choice on your dress, by the way. And was that slip intentional?" Cassandra asked impishly. Chuvain maintained a near perfect Romandean accent most of the time, as Chuvain was supposed to be part of a Romandean ballet organization. A small slip allowed...hmm, coastal Pushanian, was it...to slip in. Chuvain nodded.

"Glad you think so! Yeah, it was intentional. I try to allow naturalism in once in a while when I'm outside of Romandeos. I can't wait to continue the Program," replied the dancer. Indeed, it had been a fun Program to create and get approved. He enjoyed programs that challenged him physically and trying to become an internationally acclaimed ballet dancer after spending years as the War-Chosen Phaedra was exciting. Challenging, exhausting, but exciting.

"How close are you to kayapalat? Make a decision about your Chadha?" Came the expected pattern from Cassandra. The Kayapalat, or metamorphisis, was achieved at the conclusion of one Program and the start of another. Chadha stood for the True Birth- when a member of the Shrine found their place and completed a Program as a person they would choose to be from then on. Personally, Cassandra liked Chuvain.

"Still so much to do and experience. Not All Chosen are as lucky as you," Chuvain replied with only a slight hinge of bitterness. Many programs and exhausting days were the summation of his existence, but Cassandra had been able to achieve her Chadha within a few years. Indeed, no one even claimed to know who she had been before she had undertaken a Program as part of the Enshrinement Branch.

The arrival at the castle was as delightful as expected. The limos were properly armored and they were happy to see many guards and some armored vehicles, though still not enough as they were used to seeing in the Theocracy out and about. The greatest culture shock for a Theocratic born and raised Marshite was none of the religious or cultural mumbo jumbo but the lack of armored fighting vehicles cruising down the streets, helicopters overhead rattling the bones, and wings of bombers and fighters overhead as constant background noise. Still, this was better than most places. The castle itself was beautifully designed. Modern, of course. Even well-miainted older castles showed structural fatigue and this did not. Modern convenience was far from impossible to find.

"Very nice. I could live in a place like this," Cassandra said with a sigh. The Theocracy was a land of stacked rooms, capsules, shared floors and tight spaces. To have such expanse! What a fever dream. She didn't know whether it was even a positive. The entire concept was foreign.

"Not nearly enough space for either your ego or your legs, Cass," Chuvain joked as he gave Cassandra's leg a small tap as they started walking into the castle, illiciting a small chuckle from his target.

"Hush. I can't help what the Holy Marsh gave me."

"Be mindful of the guests, you two," cut in the Inquisitor, her eyes fixed on some of the more unknown representatives from states as well as known enemies like Günter Mayer.

Such company, to boot. Queen Lothwyn II of Morrdh stuck most vividly in Tor'Toda's eye. Beyond being a beautiful queen, she was an excellent soul. During one of his many Programs he had spent several years in Morrdh as an artist. He had come to respect her, and importantly, knew the symbol of Arian on the chain around her neck. Always a good conversation piece.

"I shall go and speak with the Devee Nechuna Queen," spoke the Marshite-cum-Morridane-cum-Marshite-cum-Romandean, whose eyes betrayed a softness that was more than just his current role. While he was as bloody-minded at heart as most Marshites, it would hard to not be more sensitive having spent as long as he did everywhere else.

"I thought you might. See you later, Chuvain," replied Cassandra with a wave. With a click-clack of heels he was off, with the rest walking further in.

Queen Lothwyn was busy and Chuvain was not a jealous, disruptive sort and so waited his time. When he was allowed, he bowed gracefully.
"Your Majesty, Devee Nechuna Queen Lothwyn. I am Chuvain Tor'Toda, representative of the Experience Shrine of the Marshite Theocracy."

The Stevidian King was here as well. An excellent nation, Stevid: They pursued their religious convictions with the right amount of zeal and excitement. There was always something to respect about a nation that held firm to such vital convictions, especially when the convictions weren't objectionable. Dhurain was always interested in people from their country. Stevid and the Theocracy weren't operating on cross purposes per se but were certainly not in the same circle. It would be an interesting Program, no?

"The Eemanadar King. He looks interesting. Zaneta as well; what a couple," said Dhurain, who began to make her way towards them. Cassandra smiled.
"Go well, Dhurain."

Not far from where Chuvain was introducing himself to the Queen of the Commonwealth, Dhurain did so with the King and Queen of Stevid. A small bow, almost in sequence with Chuvain to boot.
"The Eemandar King James of Stevid, the Sundarata Queen Zaneta, it is a pleasure to be here with you in this most blessed of occasions."

Cassandra herself allowed her eyes to wander the room. So many noble dignitaries, so many intriguing cultures, the stink of politics alone polluting the fine air. Amongst this swirled Fedor of the Throne. He had only recently visited the Theocracy and left a positive reception. Another nation that the Theocracy dealt with less than it desired, as the Theocracy had a rightful reputation as a bull in a china shop on certain issues. Nonetheless, there was a certain air of...seclusion about him tonight. Sadness? That was not for her to know, for he had all the noble bearing and manner, all the exquisite temperament, that had come to symbolize the Golden Throne through its many successes and failures.

"Fedor is-" Cassandra began to speak but found her words throttled in their formation.
"Go, Sister-Superior. Your eyes betray. I will remain," replied the Inquisitor as he sat down and observed the room. Beautiful as he was, he also made a show of looking less than he was- a veteran of decades of service given new life thanks to The Shift- and somewhat vacant. Better to observe and, if approached, lessen the guard of others.

When Fedor was available, Cassandra made herself known as she approached and gave a practised bow.
"Your Majesty, the Sona Emperor Fedor, a delight to meet you here. I am of the Theocracy; I remember your visit well!"
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Postby NS Argentina » Sun Mar 24, 2019 5:52 pm

AHSCA wrote:Marcella had finished up her little side-bar with Empress Eylstadt as the two began to sort of absorb their surroundings. Marcella didn't want to overstate her real importance as a guest, in spite of whatever clout her half-Mokan lineage gave her, best to be polite before approaching the hostess. Finé nudged her a little, figuring maybe some conversation could help calm her nerves. Honestly she still wasn't sure what Marcella was so nervous about. Marcella inhaled and exhaled gently steadying herself and approaching. "A fine day to you Ma'am." Actually now, Marcella wished Noir was here, at least Noir could help her identify people. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Duchess Marcella Villa, of AHSCA." she introduced herself. "On my arm is...."

"Ortfiné von Eylstadt, Empress of Kuronami. But please, Finé is fine."

"And Marcella is fine with me." Marcella nodded. "Looks like the lovely Bride and Groom are tied up at the moment."


Agustina Neumann bowed slightly with her head, nodding respectfully. Both could appreciate how Agustina had some tranquility in her face and at the same time, concentration on the words of the Duchess Marcella Villa and the Empress Ortfiné von Eylstadt. Agustina thought in fractions of a second the denomination "von" of the German royalty and quickly began to devise a kind of connection, personally she always liked almost everything that came from Germany or reminded her of that country since after all, Agustina had German roots. Agustina went first to the Duchess Marcella Villa, as she was the first to return the greeting. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Marcella, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Agustina Donatela Neumann, president of the federal republic of Argentina," then looked at Finé and nodded respectfully, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Finé"

Agustina smiled and answered Marcella's comment "It is a frequent attitude in a wedding as important as this one, madam, it is shocking the flora that is present in this area, the level of decoration is impeccable" said Agustina in order to initiate A more varied conversation, I did not want to have the two women tied to talk to them for a long time but I did not want to have a "Hello and Bye" conversation with them either. She tried to avoid any sensitive political issue since after all, she did not feel confident talking about political issues with people she had just met, at least in person. Agustina kept her figure straight, her back was somewhat arched by natural conditions, which made her back noticeable and implied that her presence was firm. Her arms were hidden behind his back and her hands were holding each other firmly, doing the typical pose of someone does when tries to present something.
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Fedor scanned the room. Surely the finest of Greater Dienstad would come to the Lomengo wedding. He had heard that the Ordenite ambassador to the empire had been personally invited as well. He would have to find out what made Günter Mayer so special. King James of the Holy Empire had come, as well. And there was the High Duchess of AHSCA, Marcella Villa, a deputy of Fecaw, and other VIPs from dozens of countries.

While he took in the room, Queen Lothwyn II of Morrdh approached him. "Greetings yer majesty. Pleasant surprise seeing ye here!"

"Ah, the beautiful Queen Lothwyn," answered Fedor, speaking in the Common tongue. "You look absolutely stunning, Your Grace. The blood of Clan Cathmore runs strongly in you, that is for sure. It is good to see a friendly face here. I hear rumors of good news upcoming. Congratulations," he said, hinting at her planned engagement with Prince Augusto of Imbrinium. Fedor made sure no one overheard. The news had come to him through the grapevine, precedent from a source within the monarchical government of his Triumvirate ally. The marriage would do the world a lot of good by bringing two countries formerly at odds into diplomatic alignment. "Is the news still rumor?"



After Queen Lothwyn and his conversation came to an end, another woman walked up to him. She was quite striking, as far as looks were concerned. "Your Majesty, the Sona Emperor Fedor, a delight to meet you here. I am of the Theocracy; I remember your visit well!"

He smiled. He had been briefed on the Union and the Shift many times. But he, even if to a much lesser degree than most of his subjects, could not fully understand the Shift. And so in the back of his mind, there was a constant suspicion that this woman was also a man. Outwardly, at any rate, he was perfectly pleasant.

"Ah, you must be Cassandra," he said. Fedor had been read the guest list on the flight there. He searched his memory. "Cassandra of the Experience Shrine. How lovely it is to see you. It is my honor to meet you. You look absolutely stunning, I say that truly." He paused for a moment, then,"So, Cassandra, tell me about yourself. And, pardon my ignorance, what exactly is the Experience Shrine? I must admit that I have the most insatiable curiosity."

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"Thank ye, I think..." Lothwyn replied, though a little warily. "Ah, those rumours."

"No official announcement has been made either way, so just rumours as ye say." Smiled Lothwyn. "As ye can see, I'm not arm in arm with anyone here."




"Your Majesty, Devee Nechuna Queen Lothwyn. I am Chuvain Tor'Toda, representative of the Experience Shrine of the Marshite Theocracy."

Lothwyn turned to look at the new speaker, the man who identified himself as Marshite. She had heard...things about the Marshite people, though thought it polite if she didn't bring that topic up.

"Greetings ser." She smiled back. "Though I must confess I know little 'bouts yer people other than the fact that we were allies against the Ordenites."

"I know even less 'bouts yer language, so I'm curious as ta how ye addressed me just now." Lothwyn continued. "Devee Nechuna...hope I pronounced that right, I'm guessing its some sort o' honorific?"
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Morgan Wayne was growing bored, very bored. He was just standing around watching people, drinking rum. His eyes lit upon a Marshite, one of them at least. Several had come to the wedding and while the others were engaged in some kind of conversation.

Wayne was curious about Marshite, he did not get to meet any of them. They did not seem to make there way up to Savannah very much. So his natural curiosity having gotten the best of him his way over to great Jason.

On the other side, Marai Overhill saw Wayne and decided to join a friendly face, decided to make her way over to meet him, only to see him start to move off so she moved to join him as well.

Wayne comes face to face with Jason, though he does not know the name, and smiles.

"Good day, my name is Morgan Wayne and I believe you are a Marshite yes? May I be so bold as to ask your name?"
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NS Argentina wrote:Agustina Neumann bowed slightly with her head, nodding respectfully. Both could appreciate how Agustina had some tranquility in her face and at the same time, concentration on the words of the Duchess Marcella Villa and the Empress Ortfiné von Eylstadt. Agustina thought in fractions of a second the denomination "von" of the German royalty and quickly began to devise a kind of connection, personally she always liked almost everything that came from Germany or reminded her of that country since after all, Agustina had German roots. Agustina went first to the Duchess Marcella Villa, as she was the first to return the greeting. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Marcella, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Agustina Donatela Neumann, president of the federal republic of Argentina," then looked at Finé and nodded respectfully, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Finé"

Agustina smiled and answered Marcella's comment "It is a frequent attitude in a wedding as important as this one, madam, it is shocking the flora that is present in this area, the level of decoration is impeccable" said Agustina in order to initiate A more varied conversation, I did not want to have the two women tied to talk to them for a long time but I did not want to have a "Hello and Bye" conversation with them either. She tried to avoid any sensitive political issue since after all, she did not feel confident talking about political issues with people she had just met, at least in person. Agustina kept her figure straight, her back was somewhat arched by natural conditions, which made her back noticeable and implied that her presence was firm. Her arms were hidden behind his back and her hands were holding each other firmly, doing the typical pose of someone does when tries to present something.


"Quite lovely it is. The floral arrangements are really perfect for such an occasion as this. I've been to Mokastana quite a bit as a child and as Duchess but this is the first I've ever been in this castle. Also at the risk of sounding rather foolish, Finé here let me hitch a ride with her, here so I can make it on time. Sometimes I take to the ocean myself because I'm quite an adept sailor but I figured you know, best to make it on time."

"Oh, it was nothing really." Finé replied casually "I'm always happy to help out anyone who needs it."

Marcella's eyes fell took notice of people Holy Marsh being present making a mental note to talk to them later. "So, President," Finé continued "Or may I call you Agustina, a lovely name I must add, how are you doing this fine day?"
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Cassandra smiled. Fedor was an intelligent man who obviously had the wealth of intelligence services at his fingertip, but the Theocracy wasn't all that talkative about itself. Marshism had over fifty-five accepted official Shrines and each one had a different interpretation of Scripture. It could be dizzying to many. He was also a flatterer. She was fully aware that in this venerable lineup of Queens, Kings, Emperors and Ministers, she was politically small time. That didn't mean the compliment wasn't appreciated, though.

"You think so? I always appreciated red as a display of festivity. I was thinking green also, but red fit me better," she said as she gave a courtesy half-spin, loving the flow of the dress. "You look handsome tonight, by the by. I wouldn't expect any less! As for the Experience Shrine, it believes we are all born less than whole, in circumstances not of our choosing and in a world foreign to us. It is right and proper to Experience as much as life has to offer as vividly as it can be Experienced to not only find out the truth of who we are, but grow closer to the Holy Marsh through the trials we enact by searching. When we find our place it is because we have searched and found it through blood, sweat, and tears- and through such effort, found out who, what, and where the Holy Marsh means for us to be. When we pass on, we bring our wealth of experiences to Her and through our telling enable Her to be ever more effective in shaping our world. On a more direct note, it means we change identities, jobs, even histories, and commit entirely until we have experienced all that we feel we can experience there and move on," she said before casting an eye around. She frowned. Yes, he was alone. Tragic- why? She hadn't heard of anything happening in the news. Hopefully his wife was simply sick, and not seriously so. She was a wonderful woman.
"How is the Sona Emperor? So much talk but not enough about how you find yourself this fine day."
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Ahh, she was well-spoken yet humble, just as Chuvain envisioned. One of the great things he thought about monarchies was that when it was right, you got a figurehead that could symbolize a nation. And if Queen Lothwyn lived up to her promise, then the Commonwealth would have a queen truly worth her title.

"I do remember my time as Phaedra, fighting in the Red Star against the Ordernites. Your people are always exciting warriors and worthy allies in such conflicts! I told my fellows about the qualities I remember from my time in Morrdh, and I was not disappointed, Madame. Mancha, Morrigan, and Badhgan are expressed with the greatest purity in wars with your countrymen. As for Devee Nechuna, that means Goddess Chosen in our tongue. It is part of your full title in the Theocracy. While we may have very different religions, when the Polytheistic Shrine notes favourable faiths, it is put in charge of the titling of such nations. In this case- well, the majority of the Mordentish Pantheon is female, hence Goddess Chosen. In any event, how do you find yourself on this night? The prospect of a wedding is always sure to bring out the best in us."
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The Inquisitor continued scanning until he saw the groom, and indeed another Merican, approach. She was much better known by Jason. Strong woman. Effective leader. Would help bring the Republic into strength in the coming years. Mr. Wayne- Jason had many questions for him, but best to start off gentle. The Inquisitor got up to meet the pair on his feet, offering a polite bow and proffering a handshake.

"Inquisitor Jason XL of the Theocracy, Blessed Be Her Arch-Bishop. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne. I trust you are suitably nervous? Commitment to a woman such as your fiancee is one thing, but her family is another. President-General Overhill, it is good to see the Bahaadur aur Saahasik represented by your presence tonight. It could ask for no finer."
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Patrick OConner
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Postby Patrick OConner » Mon Mar 25, 2019 7:20 pm

Holy Marsh wrote:The Inquisitor continued scanning until he saw the groom, and indeed another Merican, approach. She was much better known by Jason. Strong woman. Effective leader. Would help bring the Republic into strength in the coming years. Mr. Wayne- Jason had many questions for him, but best to start off gentle. The Inquisitor got up to meet the pair on his feet, offering a polite bow and proffering a handshake.

"Inquisitor Jason XL of the Theocracy, Blessed Be Her Arch-Bishop. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne. I trust you are suitably nervous? Commitment to a woman such as your fiancee is one thing, but her family is another. President-General Overhill, it is good to see the Bahaadur aur Saahasik represented by your presence tonight. It could ask for no finer."


Wayne smiled and took Jason's hand. He shook it firmly.
"Please call me Captain Wayne. I can not remember a time short of my childhood when I have not been called by some rank."

Wayne turns and offers Marai Overhill a brief salute.
"It is good to see you here ma'am."
"And you likewise." Marai responds with a smile "Please continue I did not mean to interrupt you."

Wayne smiles and drops the salute and turns back to Jason
"It is a pleasure to meet you and yes I am somewhat nervous. But I think anyone who is not nervous as such a large event like this, should be checked to see if they even have a pulse!" Wayne finishes with a laugh "But with some liquid courage I will be just fine."

Marai snorts quietly at Wayne's comment.
"I believe there is a large grain of truth there" She adds with a smile.

"As for the family...I think every man fears his in-laws. Mine just have a few more teeth than normal but given my occupation...I do not lack courage would be one way to put it. I don't think it will matter in the long run. But I must confess to some curiosity, if not too rude, I wish to ask why you are here? "
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Postby Mokastana » Mon Mar 25, 2019 9:47 pm

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CASTLE STONE


As her handmaidens dressed her up for the wedding, Arianna tried to focus on the various orders she was given, but her mind was jumping everywhere, nerves playing a trick on her before she signed up for her first, and hopefully only, marriage. Thinking back to the night she proposed to Wayne, she wondered if it held any deeper meaning. It had been night of the commissioning of an important ship in the Timocratic Republic, the Accionia or something like that. She cared not for boats, her ancestors were the shipwrights, not her. Her skills were diplomacy and business, and what was marriage but a little bit of both? She had been tired that night, getting back to Wayne's place rather late, but she needed to get the proposal done and out of the way.




“Wayne, I suggest we make a legally binding merger between our families. I am in need of a husband to maintain the Lomengo family line and you, while not nobility or an aristocrat by any means, are certainly well connected and independently wealthy. Both our organizations are benefiting from a current long term contracts, and I think a marriage would cement the alliance, and be a good sign to investors to continue their financial backing.

Of course, the primary purpose of this marriage would be to produce the future heirs to the Lomengo Family and Titles, and therefore would require my Family name. Aunt Emma gave up her rights to the Family Titles when she married Antonio Montana, to reaffirm the Montana/Lomengo Alliance. My mother is the next eldest female child, and I am her eldest daughter. I am expected to maintain the Lomengo family line.”

Wayne cocks his head to the side and gives her a half smile.
“So is that all? Are those your only reasons for such a proposal?”

“Those are the primary reasons, yes. Why? Do you not find the terms acceptable?”

“Well, honestly they seem rather lackluster. Impersonal. Cold. It sounds too much like a business deal, honestly. I would have figured there might have been another reason but I suppose I could be wrong.” Wayne says with an exaggerated shrug

“Look Morgan. This is a… I enjoy you…. But this is...another thing altogether.” Arianna fought to look in other directions while trying to find the words, “Jesus why do you need to hear it? Fuck…. Ok… Yes, I like you, and your stupid boat and stupid job. Just don't make me go out there again.” a smile crossed her lips as she couldn't keep it back anymore, “I fucking hate the cold, and boats, but I did it for you,” taking a second to compose herself, she switched back to business, “but this is serious. Family ties mean everything back home. We've only been together in the Timocratic Republic and a few trips to the Golden Throne. I don't… It's a different world… Look... If we marry, you'll effectively be a Lomengo, and that carries a certain weight. I need to know if that's something you are willing to carry, or should we keep this to a marriage of convenience?”

“I don’t really know...I am a fairly busy man…” Wayne says tapping his chin and thinking hard. He looks at the flustered look on Arainna face with a twinkle in his eye “But I suppose I could work. I can make time for another longtime commitment. Who knows it could be fun Ari.”

“This isn't meant to be fun. There are certain rules and traditions to be followed. The Lomengo family effectively built Mokastana and we have a reputation to uphold. It can be fun at certain times, but I need to know if you are up to the challenge of understanding Mokan family politics.”

“Ari, marriage is always fun when you are with the right person,” Wayne says with a smile “Seriously? If you are speaking in terms of raw brain power...you know the answer.”

“I've only ever seen you intimidate, you never struck me as a clever type.” Arianna smirked just a little as she jabbed Wayne.

Wayne placed he hand over his heart and acted wounded
“Oh my dear Ari. Why have you dealt me such a grievous wound!?!?”

“I'm serious, are you willing to learn?”

“For the love of my life, I would do battle against a Kraken with nothing but a harpoon!”

“You're a motley fool Mr. Wayne. Very well, I'll work on the details, but you will need to come to Mokastana to meet the Lomengo family and, hopefully, receive their blessing.”

“If I am a fool? What does that say about the one that loves me?” Wayne shoots back smiling broadly now.





A door slammed shut, shaking Arianna out of her daydream. The redhead that just entered, heading her way in an extravagant dark blue dress, was Elizabeth Franshaw, Foreign Minister and, today, Maid of Honor. To say it was a busy day for Elizabeth would not do justice to the amount of work she had to do, balancing both the wedding and the foreign dignitaries. Still, Elizabeth soldiered on:

"Arianna, the guests have begun to arrive, are you ready for this?”

Arianna took a breath between pulls of the corset to respond: “I.. can confidently say, I'm nervous as fuck.”

“You wanted a Southern style wedding, and you wanted it to be THE southern style wedding.”

“Yes, I did, it's not the wedding, it's…”

While Arianna struggled to find the words between the pulls on the corset, Elizabeth rested a hand on Arianna’s shoulder, leaning in as close as the maidens would allow. “It's ok be nervous, that's called being human. You should try it more often.”

Before Arianna could smile and hurl affectionate abuse at her best friend, Elizabeth cut her off: “Everything will be fine, it's not a bad thing to care about someone. Look at me, I'm dating my bodyguard, and we're happy.”

“Your so fucking weird Lizzy. I mean, I heard the rumors, but… you need to tell me if it's true about Marshites.”

“Later, I have to run back out, radio just said the Duchess Villa is here. You'll do great today.”

Leaving so the maidens can finish up, Elizabeth blew a kiss to her friend before running out the door again.




By this time, guests were filling the courtyard: national leaders, television stars, independently wealthy individuals, some connected to the family, others just for the prestige. Needless to say, security was top priority. The airspace within a 100 kilometers of the weddng was at DEFCON 3, anti ship missile batteries guarded the sea, and nearly half a million Federal troops were activated for this weekend. The presence of a Merican carrier group was less for security needs, and more for symbolism of the union. If anything happend, Federal naval infantry was just up the coast and would be there within minutes. Three letter agencies continued to keep track of possible espionage and sabotage threats. The Department of Investigations National(DIN), Bureau of Secret Actions(BSA), and Embassy Defense Group(GDE) were also on site, doing the work behind the scenes to keep the peace.

With at least one concern out of the way, Elizabeth took a moment to look over the courtyard from the second story walkway, giving her a feel for where everyone was and what they were up to. As usual, Emperor Fedor of the Golden Throne had drawn a small crowd, with the likes of Lothwyn Cathmore and a few others. The Emperor had chosen to come alone, an odd choice, but intelligence was suggesting not everything was great in paradise. For now, the topic was to be avoided.

A little ways away, the rare treat of King James and wife from Stevid were awaiting a turn. This was no doubt their first visit to the People's Unified Federation, something that should have been celebrated on its own. Elizabeth's parents, and many from that generation, spoke of Stevid as if they were religious conquistadors, zealots better suited for Gholgoth than Greater Dienstad, but here, in front of her, it was clear they were just people, just like her. She would, at the very least, need to make an introduction.

An Ordenite Ambassador had been invited at the request of the bride, an unusual request, but that's another thing military intelligence told her to avoid discussing openly.

There was, of course, Duchess Villa of AHSCA and the Empress Eylstadt of Kuronami. Something about the Duchess made Elizabeth feel warm and blush, which her pale skin betrayed with ease, but that was something she she would need to ignore. Both were already in committed relationships, and had yet to formally meet outside of work. It was a harmless crush, nothing more, she told herself. Raji had been a good partner so far, even if he had to be removed from her body guard service. She saw him in the crowd, doing is best to be a fly on the wall, the security mindset less a job for him, and more of a way of life. The Duchess was busy taking to... the delegates that Elizabeth recalled as ‘Argentineans’, their President and Foreign Minister, it seemed. The Argentineans were a new nation to meet, but so far they didn't strike any warning bells. Elizabeth noticed the groom and his President were chatting up a member of the Marshite delegation. Somewhere else a Senator from Fecaw and his family waited to see what would happen. She would have to stop by to greet them later.

On the way down the stone steps to the courtyard, Elizabeth was at least grateful the family had a proper dance floor installed by the stages. Stone was a poor first choice for dancing floors, and at least someone in the Lomengo family knew that. Her first target would the be the King and Queen Consort of Stevid. On the way she passed Lady Guadalupe’s table, which was drawing a bit of a crowd of her own, catching just a bit of conversation:

“My dear Lady Guadelupe, my husband Brett and I are overjoyed an honored to be here today to celebrate this happy occasion for House Lomengo, and wish the best to the lucky couple.”

Lady Guadalupe smiled at Lori and Brett, “Lori Mitchells, I heard you were coming but wasn't sure if you'd make it. Welcome! welcome! Forgive me if I don't stand up, these old legs aren't as good as they used to be. Please, sit, join me, how are the kids?”

Elizabeth finally made it to King James of Stevid and, waiting for a proper moment, introduced herself. Although she was a 30 something redhead with a pale complexion, her lack of sunburn and accent quickly gave her away as a Mokan through and through. “Welcome to Mokastana, King James and Queen Zaneta. I am Elizabeth Franshaw, Foreign Minister for the People’s Unified Federation, and, as of today, Maid of Honor for the bride. I wanted to extend to your our pleasure and appreciation for your visit today. I know Mokan-Stevidian relations haven’t always been the best, but I’d love to discuss improvements that can be made sometime soon with you.”




It wasn’t just the government officials invited to this wedding, the Lomengo Family was large, and many of its relatives were invited to witness Arianna’s union. Of course, only the most important family members were allowed to sit up with the VIPs in the main courtyard, the rest of the family had to sit with the commoners and guests who had to buy their tickets in the outer bailey. Of the family that was up in the VIP section, now rubbing shoulders with numerous heads of state, most were relatively new to the international scene, barely mentioned in only a few international news reports.

Closest to Arianna, was her younger brother, Fredrick Lomengo. A shade darker than her, but sharing the family traits of a thin nose and high cheekbones. To many he would simply look like a more masculine Arianna. Chief of Operations for Montana Inc in Holy Panooly, he had been there when the virus first struck the nation. Not that he wanted to relive that week by telling anyone, of course.

Then there was their mother, Eva Lomengo, a beauty who clearly took her appearance as seriously as her job, Vice President of Public Relations for Montana Incorporated. For in Montana Inc, Vice President’s answered directly to the company President, who was also the CEO currently.
Besides, Eva, was her brother/Arianna’s Uncle, Emilio. An older gentlemen whose greatest claim to fame was a failed run at the Presidency a few years back. Plus his two eldest kids. Carlos and Sierra. Carlos was getting close to 40 and was a farmland manager for the family, while Sierra was a University professor in some specialized STEM field. No one quite understood it, but it made money and got her famous academically, that was all that mattered.

Then there was Arianna’s oldest aunt, Emma Montana, wife to Antonio Montana. Anyone and everyone knew Antonio was the CEO and President of Montana Incorporated. His name was on prescription and recreational drugs the world over. Unlike the Lomengos who relished in their history as Mokan nobility, Antonio Montana cared little for the titles of old. If anyone actually did the research, they would find out the last Southern King of Mokastana, King Orlando Castille, was technically Antonio's Great Grandfather. While it technically gave Antonio a claim to a throne destroyed over a hundred years ago, he had ignored it and chose to rule over Mokastana via business instead. Of their kids, came Jasmine and Orlando. Jasmine was a little older than Arianna, and currently between husbands, but even in her mid 30s she was still modeling and acting, always on the lookout for the next wealthy husband to give her the life she had grown accustomed too. Orlando was about as different from his sister as one could be. Instead of being a socialite and flirt, Orlando was the confident and quiet type. He handled major accounts for the family business, and was more comfortable in the office coordinating the logistics of millions of kilos of product a day, than trying to put on a friendly face for various world leaders.

As the kids made their rounds and talking with their cousins and relatives, sharing pictures of kids of their own. Antonio Montana himself approached Günter Mayer, the Ambassador from the United World Order to the Golden Throne, and introduced himself. He may have been smiling with his teeth, but the eyes were emotionless and driven: “Greetings, I am Antonio Montana, I 'ear j'u are the ambassador invited from the Golden Throne, es that correct? Gunter Mayer, if I remember correctly? How are j'u doing today? Enjoying the sunshine an' tropical weather?”
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Postby The Macabees » Tue Mar 26, 2019 8:17 am

QUEEN LOTHWYN II

"Aye, that is true," replied Fedor, to Queen Lothwyn. "I don't remember if I had time to congratulate you for the success of our ongoing joint efforts in Barjaanistan. The reports from my commanders are all in high praise, I must say, and with the help of your troops we are reasserting the power of Barjaanistan's democratic government over the eastern half of the country."

"Speaking of current events," he went on, shifting the topic of conversation. "The situation in New Garrack, I heard that the colonial government has suffered a couple of...setbacks. How is the government handling the crisis?"



CASSANDRA ALZHUKA

"Well, thank you," he said to Cassandra's comment about how handsome he looked. He was wearing one of his finest suits, although all of his suits were fine — an emperor did not own bad or cheap suits.

He listened intently as she introduced the philosophy of the Experience Shrine. After she asked about him, he said, "Me? I have come to celebrate the wedding of Arianna Lomengo and Morgan Wayne, and as such this could not be a happier, more joyous day. I say that truly. While for some love may whither and for others it flourishes eternally, weddings are always special days of love. I remember mine as if it were yesterday, you know. It was a small, secretive affair. Sofie was the daughter of a powerful lord whose allegiance I needed to keep my throne and had our enemies known perhaps they would have tried to kill us both when our guards were down, but we married clandestinely. The rest is history. Hopefully our two love birds today can appreciate how much of a privilege it is to be wedded together under conditions as beautiful as these." He looked around at the decorated castle ceilings with eyes full of awe.

"You know," Fedor added, "the Experience Shrine reminds me a lot of the Cult of the Willed. We value achievement, but I am not sure there's much difference between experience and achievement." He paused momentarily, then asked, "After you experience all there is to experience, what do you move on to?"



KING JAMES

When Cassandra left to speak to other guests, Fedor looked for the Ordenite ambassador, but his eyes first fell on the Stevidian king. Fedor's relationship with his neighbor had not started out all that well. In fact, it had started with war. He could hardly forget how the Stevidians joined those who sought to overthrow his rule. But, since then, relations had changed quite a bit, not in small part due to the sudden rise in prominence of governments like those of the Fourth Reich. Despite that, the truth was that Fedor had had remarkably little face-to-face time with his newfound Triumvirate ally. What better occasion to rectify that than this one, then.

King James had just finished a conversation of his own, thus Fedor approached him. Queen Consort Zaneta was with him. "Your Grace, you are absolutely beautiful tonight," complemented Fedor, dipping his head at the queen. Turning to James, "Your Highness, you look regally dapper, I must say. It is so good to see both of you here. You know, I realize that we are practically neighbors, and yet I feel as if this has been one of the first opportunities we've taken to chat. That is a habit I look to change. How are you two doing?"

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Postby United World Order » Tue Mar 26, 2019 11:21 am

Guests soon enough began to arrive as the Mayer family kept together as they observed the arrival of Monarchs, VIPs, and other celebrities. The Emperor of the Golden Throne had arrived, Gunter had last spoke to him before his visit to the Ordenite homeland. Other Monarch's had arrived too, such as those from Morrdh and even Stevid which somewhat intrigued Gunter. However the focus for him right now was to his eldest son Peter who had recently graduated from the SS-Junkerschulen in Munich and was given a grace period before his eventual fold into the Waffen-SS officer cadre. It was obvious that Gunter was a proud father that he could be able to watch his son go into the prestigious Waffen-SS. Eva was also just as proud for her first born son but also some what worried for him as he was going off as many young men did into the Wehrmacht. She did not want to fathom ever losing her son Peter to a foreign battlefield. Then came a unexpected guest that approached Gunter of everyone that was in attendance at the wedding, Antonio Montana himself the CEO of Montana Incorporated.

Antonio Montana himself approached Günter Mayer, the Ambassador from the United World Order to the Golden Throne, and introduced himself. He may have been smiling with his teeth, but the eyes were emotionless and driven: “Greetings, I am Antonio Montana, I 'ear j'u are the ambassador invited from the Golden Throne, es that correct? Gunter Mayer, if I remember correctly? How are j'u doing today? Enjoying the sunshine an' tropical weather?”


"Greetings to you as well, Herr Montana. It's a pleasure to meet you in person, I only know of you through Miss Lomengo." Mayer said as Eva and Peter also greeted Montana but allowed Gunter and Antonio to talk. "I am currently the Ordenite Ambassador to the Golden Throne, and yes I was invited to this wedding. I am doing well, the weather is pleasant as it always is."
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Postby Fecaw » Tue Mar 26, 2019 12:38 pm

Cory had taken leave of his family and began to walk confidently up to the Emperor of the Maccabees, hoping to find out a bit about the nation. He shook his hand and began, "Good evening your Majesty. I don't believe we have met before." He had a strong personal, as well as national interest in the Macabees and wanted to create a friendly impression on one of the most powerful Dienstadi nations.

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