by Saranidia » Wed Oct 09, 2019 11:00 am
by The Selkie » Wed Oct 09, 2019 2:52 pm
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Wed Oct 09, 2019 3:34 pm
by The Scarlet Eagle » Thu Oct 10, 2019 7:16 am
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Oct 10, 2019 9:37 am
The Scarlet Eagle wrote:Finally, they had arrived to the coronation's feast.
Time to get serious, thinks William Raven, a tall man of 2.05m, with black hair and grey eyes, who is wearing for the occasion something different than the usual business suit with a red neck tie everyone is accustomed to see him wearing back home. Instead, he is dressed in black tie attire (minus the vest who his resting on his arm), with a red-wine cummerbund and pants, as well as a black bolo tie with a silver horse head.
At his side, his assistant, Miss Tatiana Gutierrez, wearing a black, ankle-length skirt, a white blouse with a sleeveless vest worn on top of it, and a black bowtie. A oair of black boots completes the ensemble. Her long, dark hair is held back in a simple ponytail.
As they stand in the hall where the feast will take place, the both of them take some time to detail the other guests present, spotting the Selkie Ambassadors from afar, but not moving towards them. If Raven had to say a single word concerning this event, it would be: complicated. Whether he would be referring to how the New Sultan had been chosen, or what he was supposed to do here, nothing was simple when it came to this event. The best he could do with Tatiana, for now, was to keep waiting, and see what would happen...
The Selkie wrote:Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
Saranidia.
To say, that this place was... 'interesting' was to say, that water was wet: Technically correct, but it kind-of missed the point.
Anyway, the ceremony had been short, a guy named Suleyman, a foreigner, who apparently trained for some revolution or the other, decided to stick around and got washed up the ladder to become the new Sultan of Saranidia, or successor to the post.
It wasn't quite clear.
Same with who that guy was to begin with.
Still, we were at the feast celebrating this occasion. We, that means Ambassador Group 4 and a representative of the Merchant Guild, were here to speak with the local elites and with foreign elites and to represent the Free Lands and the Selkie. We were three, myself, Mairin Leann of the Tribe of Monaghan, a pleasant blonde and professional diplomat, football fan to the core, and Celina Cumann of the Tribe of Waterford, a good merchant and better representative of the Guild and her interests.
We were easily distinguishable by the colourful fur dresses, which we wore, the Geansai, of course in our respective tribes' colours.
Before the actual feast started, we were apparently missing the man of the hour, Suleiman himself, or at least we haven't spotted him yet, we three stood together and made last preparations, spoke about the last things we needed to take care of.
Celina's primary objective would be to speak with Suleiman, to open the market for products of the Free Lands and the merchant vessels of the Guild, while Mairin and I would be... around.
It was a plan.
Better then nothing.
The air was heavy. Something was coming. The question now was... what?
by Danceria » Thu Oct 10, 2019 11:54 am
by The Scarlet Eagle » Thu Oct 10, 2019 12:19 pm
Danceria wrote:Summer Palace, Kallipolis, Saranidia
Suleiman
On the edge of the city, change arrived. It came in the form of four hundred men and women, armed with a variety of rifles, SMGs, and pistols, from both East and West. This was Unit 777, the personal battalion of Suleiman Al-Salek. While ordinarily, they were seen with an absurd amount of anti-tank weapons, today they were, to be honest, on something of a vacation. Just stand around, exercise trigger discipline, shoot anyone dumb enough to start shit, and enjoy some food on the sly.
No drinks, unfortunately.
They knew, though, that if things went right, the coronation would be the start of a new Saranidia...in more ways than one.
Their loyalty was to Suleiman Abdul Aleem ibn-Saleh, of the Clan Al-Salek. Now he rode in front of the unit on a trusty Arabian steed. Cap-a-pie he was dressed in finery befitting of his coronation. His khalat a deep grassy green, and upon his head a spotless-white turban, and he carried himself as a conqueror returning to a triumph, and in many ways he was.
From the fresh faced cowherd who entered the School of Insurgency some years ago, he distinguished himself during the Isratine conflict and as Minister of Intelligence. Adopted, and married into the Khan Clan that ruled Saranidia, he had been vaulted up the political ladder beyond his wildest hopes or dreams...and was rewarded with a choking vine of cynicism. Too easily did the Sisterly Leader heap reward after reward unto him, even in the face of disastrous defeats. He had seen the great need this country had for a leader, and the Almighty had given him a tantalizing gaze of the throne…
He should have ran, he should have never left Dagestan...but it appears his destiny was to lead Saranidia. He had his unit behind him, and ahead, the palace.
Already he saw a small scattering of ambassadors and other dignitaries, and Suleiman would be providing much of the security. His unit was heavily armed and experienced, but mostly infantry at the end of the day. Well, it was technically an artillery and anti-tank guerrilla force, but the military parade had been kept modest. The Khan insisted it was mostly symbolic, an insurance and demonstration that he would protect Saranidia, as well as many in his unit that were formerly misfits and considered “problem soldiers”. Judging by the crisp uniforms and prompt march, discipline was enforced spectacularly.
He recognized the guard, and once he dismounted his horse, he would motion for the woman to stand aside and allow people to access the feast and ceremony proper. Officers quickly barked orders as the units gradually splintered off and marched to their posts like a well oiled machine. Suleiman however, was more relaxed. Carrying himself a graceful host, he would address the Selkie and the Scarlet Americans.
“Welcome to Kallipolis,” he began extending his hand to shake, “Vice-Emperor Raven, Ms. Gutierrez, you honour me greatly with your presence. Please, come inside.” Of course, Suleiman would notice the Ambassador Group from the Free Lands, “Ambassadors Leann and Maighdean, Ms. Cumann;” Suleiman would greet the Selkie representatives as well “No doubt we will have the pleasure of speaking later regarding the Guild of Leuda. Or at the very least, comparing the black tea of our respective countries.” he would smile warmly in recollection. “Unfortunately, I have not had the pleasure of visiting the Empire of the Scarlet Eagle...but I was in Cuan during their Spring Festival.”
by The Selkie » Thu Oct 10, 2019 1:32 pm
Danceria wrote:Summer Palace, Kallipolis, Saranidia
Suleiman
On the edge of the city, change arrived. It came in the form of four hundred men and women, armed with a variety of rifles, SMGs, and pistols, from both East and West. This was Unit 777, the personal battalion of Suleiman Al-Salek. While ordinarily, they were seen with an absurd amount of anti-tank weapons, today they were, to be honest, on something of a vacation. Just stand around, exercise trigger discipline, shoot anyone dumb enough to start shit, and enjoy some food on the sly.
No drinks, unfortunately.
They knew, though, that if things went right, the coronation would be the start of a new Saranidia...in more ways than one.
Their loyalty was to Suleiman Abdul Aleem ibn-Saleh, of the Clan Al-Salek. Now he rode in front of the unit on a trusty Arabian steed. Cap-a-pie he was dressed in finery befitting of his coronation. His khalat a deep grassy green, and upon his head a spotless-white turban, and he carried himself as a conqueror returning to a triumph, and in many ways he was.
From the fresh faced cowherd who entered the School of Insurgency some years ago, he distinguished himself during the Isratine conflict and as Minister of Intelligence. Adopted, and married into the Khan Clan that ruled Saranidia, he had been vaulted up the political ladder beyond his wildest hopes or dreams...and was rewarded with a choking vine of cynicism. Too easily did the Sisterly Leader heap reward after reward unto him, even in the face of disastrous defeats. He had seen the great need this country had for a leader, and the Almighty had given him a tantalizing gaze of the throne…
He should have ran, he should have never left Dagestan...but it appears his destiny was to lead Saranidia. He had his unit behind him, and ahead, the palace.
Already he saw a small scattering of ambassadors and other dignitaries, and Suleiman would be providing much of the security. His unit was heavily armed and experienced, but mostly infantry at the end of the day. Well, it was technically an artillery and anti-tank guerrilla force, but the military parade had been kept modest. The Khan insisted it was mostly symbolic, an insurance and demonstration that he would protect Saranidia, as well as many in his unit that were formerly misfits and considered “problem soldiers”. Judging by the crisp uniforms and prompt march, discipline was enforced spectacularly.
He recognized the guard, and once he dismounted his horse, he would motion for the woman to stand aside and allow people to access the feast and ceremony proper. Officers quickly barked orders as the units gradually splintered off and marched to their posts like a well oiled machine. Suleiman however, was more relaxed. Carrying himself a graceful host, he would address the Selkie and the Scarlet Americans.
“Welcome to Kallipolis,” he began extending his hand to shake, “Vice-Emperor Raven, Ms. Gutierrez, you honour me greatly with your presence. Please, come inside.” Of course, Suleiman would notice the Ambassador Group from the Free Lands, “Ambassadors Leann and Maighdean, Ms. Cumann;” Suleiman would greet the Selkie representatives as well “No doubt we will have the pleasure of speaking later regarding the Guild of Leuda. Or at the very least, comparing the black tea of our respective countries.” he would smile warmly in recollection. “Unfortunately, I have not had the pleasure of visiting the Empire of the Scarlet Eagle...but I was in Cuan during their Spring Festival.”
I play PT, MT and a bit FT. I am into character-RPs.
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Oct 10, 2019 4:11 pm
Danceria wrote:Summer Palace, Kallipolis, Saranidia
Suleiman
On the edge of the city, change arrived. It came in the form of four hundred men and women, armed with a variety of rifles, SMGs, and pistols, from both East and West. This was Unit 777, the personal battalion of Suleiman Al-Salek. While ordinarily, they were seen with an absurd amount of anti-tank weapons, today they were, to be honest, on something of a vacation. Just stand around, exercise trigger discipline, shoot anyone dumb enough to start shit, and enjoy some food on the sly.
No drinks, unfortunately.
They knew, though, that if things went right, the coronation would be the start of a new Saranidia...in more ways than one.
Their loyalty was to Suleiman Abdul Aleem ibn-Saleh, of the Clan Al-Salek. Now he rode in front of the unit on a trusty Arabian steed. Cap-a-pie he was dressed in finery befitting of his coronation. His khalat a deep grassy green, and upon his head a spotless-white turban, and he carried himself as a conqueror returning to a triumph, and in many ways he was.
From the fresh faced cowherd who entered the School of Insurgency some years ago, he distinguished himself during the Isratine conflict and as Minister of Intelligence. Adopted, and married into the Khan Clan that ruled Saranidia, he had been vaulted up the political ladder beyond his wildest hopes or dreams...and was rewarded with a choking vine of cynicism. Too easily did the Sisterly Leader heap reward after reward unto him, even in the face of disastrous defeats. He had seen the great need this country had for a leader, and the Almighty had given him a tantalizing gaze of the throne…
He should have ran, he should have never left Dagestan...but it appears his destiny was to lead Saranidia. He had his unit behind him, and ahead, the palace.
Already he saw a small scattering of ambassadors and other dignitaries, and Suleiman would be providing much of the security. His unit was heavily armed and experienced, but mostly infantry at the end of the day. Well, it was technically an artillery and anti-tank guerrilla force, but the military parade had been kept modest. The Khan insisted it was mostly symbolic, an insurance and demonstration that he would protect Saranidia, as well as many in his unit that were formerly misfits and considered “problem soldiers”. Judging by the crisp uniforms and prompt march, discipline was enforced spectacularly.
He recognized the guard, and once he dismounted his horse, he would motion for the woman to stand aside and allow people to access the feast and ceremony proper. Officers quickly barked orders as the units gradually splintered off and marched to their posts like a well oiled machine. Suleiman however, was more relaxed. Carrying himself a graceful host, he would address the Selkie and the Scarlet Americans.
“Welcome to Kallipolis,” he began extending his hand to shake, “Vice-Emperor Raven, Ms. Gutierrez, you honour me greatly with your presence. Please, come inside.” Of course, Suleiman would notice the Ambassador Group from the Free Lands, “Ambassadors Leann and Maighdean, Ms. Cumann;” Suleiman would greet the Selkie representatives as well “No doubt we will have the pleasure of speaking later regarding the Guild of Leuda. Or at the very least, comparing the black tea of our respective countries.” he would smile warmly in recollection. “Unfortunately, I have not had the pleasure of visiting the Empire of the Scarlet Eagle...but I was in Cuan during their Spring Festival.”
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by Munkcestrian Republic » Fri Oct 11, 2019 1:48 am
by Saranidia » Sun Oct 13, 2019 2:49 am
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:The Scarlet Eagle wrote:Finally, they had arrived to the coronation's feast.
Time to get serious, thinks William Raven, a tall man of 2.05m, with black hair and grey eyes, who is wearing for the occasion something different than the usual business suit with a red neck tie everyone is accustomed to see him wearing back home. Instead, he is dressed in black tie attire (minus the vest who his resting on his arm), with a red-wine cummerbund and pants, as well as a black bolo tie with a silver horse head.
At his side, his assistant, Miss Tatiana Gutierrez, wearing a black, ankle-length skirt, a white blouse with a sleeveless vest worn on top of it, and a black bowtie. A oair of black boots completes the ensemble. Her long, dark hair is held back in a simple ponytail.
As they stand in the hall where the feast will take place, the both of them take some time to detail the other guests present, spotting the Selkie Ambassadors from afar, but not moving towards them. If Raven had to say a single word concerning this event, it would be: complicated. Whether he would be referring to how the New Sultan had been chosen, or what he was supposed to do here, nothing was simple when it came to this event. The best he could do with Tatiana, for now, was to keep waiting, and see what would happen...The Selkie wrote:Mhairi Maighdean of the Tribe of Kildare.
Saranidia.
To say, that this place was... 'interesting' was to say, that water was wet: Technically correct, but it kind-of missed the point.
Anyway, the ceremony had been short, a guy named Suleyman, a foreigner, who apparently trained for some revolution or the other, decided to stick around and got washed up the ladder to become the new Sultan of Saranidia, or successor to the post.
It wasn't quite clear.
Same with who that guy was to begin with.
Still, we were at the feast celebrating this occasion. We, that means Ambassador Group 4 and a representative of the Merchant Guild, were here to speak with the local elites and with foreign elites and to represent the Free Lands and the Selkie. We were three, myself, Mairin Leann of the Tribe of Monaghan, a pleasant blonde and professional diplomat, football fan to the core, and Celina Cumann of the Tribe of Waterford, a good merchant and better representative of the Guild and her interests.
We were easily distinguishable by the colourful fur dresses, which we wore, the Geansai, of course in our respective tribes' colours.
Before the actual feast started, we were apparently missing the man of the hour, Suleiman himself, or at least we haven't spotted him yet, we three stood together and made last preparations, spoke about the last things we needed to take care of.
Celina's primary objective would be to speak with Suleiman, to open the market for products of the Free Lands and the merchant vessels of the Guild, while Mairin and I would be... around.
It was a plan.
Better then nothing.
The air was heavy. Something was coming. The question now was... what?
Both would be blocked from entering by the aforementioned soldier.
by Saranidia » Sun Oct 13, 2019 2:55 am
Munkcestrian Republic wrote:[OOC note: This post is set after The Scarlet Eagle's post.]As the father-son duo entered the room, a band began playing the Munkcestrian national anthem. Unfortunately, as specifications had not been provided, this was a heavy metal band and the two Fenwicks could only smile politely as their homeland's anthem was mangled in a way that made those responsible for this look like professionals. Much to the relief of everyone in the room, the band soon finished their performance. Thankfully the band had only been hired to play the Munkcestrian anthem — the Munkcestrians were good allies of the Saranidians and so therefore had been given special treatment — so nobody would suffer further that afternoon. At least, not at the hands of the band.
The three Selkie women had already arrived, wearing garish dresses to display their tribal affiliation. TheScarletsScarlet people were there too. And there was a woman — not Saranidian, but foreign — guarding the door.
The two — George Fenwick and George Fenwick II, since somehow their names hadn't been mentioned yet — split up. The younger Fenwick, in a move that surprised absolutely nobody, headed over to the Saranidian women, while his father began talking to the Saranidian politicians present at the feast.
by Saranidia » Sun Oct 13, 2019 2:58 am
Munkcestrian Republic wrote:[OOC note: This post is set after The Scarlet Eagle's post.]As the father-son duo entered the room, a band began playing the Munkcestrian national anthem. Unfortunately, as specifications had not been provided, this was a heavy metal band and the two Fenwicks could only smile politely as their homeland's anthem was mangled in a way that made those responsible for this look like professionals. Much to the relief of everyone in the room, the band soon finished their performance. Thankfully the band had only been hired to play the Munkcestrian anthem — the Munkcestrians were good allies of the Saranidians and so therefore had been given special treatment — so nobody would suffer further that afternoon. At least, not at the hands of the band.
The three Selkie women had already arrived, wearing garish dresses to display their tribal affiliation. TheScarletsScarlet people were there too. And there was a woman — not Saranidian, but foreign — guarding the door.
The two — George Fenwick and George Fenwick II, since somehow their names hadn't been mentioned yet — split up. The younger Fenwick, in a move that surprised absolutely nobody, headed over to the Saranidian women, while his father began talking to the Saranidian politicians present at the feast.
by Munkcestrian Republic » Sun Oct 13, 2019 5:40 am
Saranidia wrote:The Al-Saranidi Prime Minister says “we are planning to create an Al-Saranidi Foreign Legion to allow citizens of allied nations such as the Munkcestrian Republic and Dagestan to join.
Also could you move away from permanent slavery at say that after enslaved people are in that state for 10 years they can be freed and their owners compensated.”
Saranidia wrote:A 17 year old Al-Saranidi noblewoman and General’s daughter with lands in both Saranidia and Azadistan named Maryam Qureshi asks “your father is the Lord-President now, so what do you do for a living?”
by Saranidia » Sun Oct 13, 2019 9:41 am
Munkcestrian Republic wrote:Saranidia wrote:The Al-Saranidi Prime Minister says “we are planning to create an Al-Saranidi Foreign Legion to allow citizens of allied nations such as the Munkcestrian Republic and Dagestan to join.
Also could you move away from permanent slavery at say that after enslaved people are in that state for 10 years they can be freed and their owners compensated.”"It wouldn't be my place to infringe upon the private property rights of Munkcestrian citizens, I'm afraid."Saranidia wrote:A 17 year old Al-Saranidi noblewoman and General’s daughter with lands in both Saranidia and Azadistan named Maryam Qureshi asks “your father is the Lord-President now, so what do you do for a living?”"Any woman willin- oh, right, what. Anything I want. "
by Arumdaum » Sun Oct 13, 2019 10:00 am
Saranidia wrote:Suleiman has been named the successor to the throne of Saranidia.
This is the feast celebrating his coronation.
by Munkcestrian Republic » Sun Oct 13, 2019 10:22 am
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Sun Oct 13, 2019 10:28 am
by Munkcestrian Republic » Sun Oct 13, 2019 10:36 am
Saranidia wrote:Munkcestrian Republic wrote:"It wouldn't be my place to infringe upon the private property rights of Munkcestrian citizens, I'm afraid.""Any woman willin- oh, right, what. Anything I want. "
“Well the Al-Saranidi Foreign Legion need brave, intelligent young gentlemen such as yourself to lead it’s platoons and companies as officers. It will improve your suitability in my father’s eyes.
Have you ever been conscripted?”
by Saranidia » Sun Oct 13, 2019 11:43 am
Munkcestrian Republic wrote:Saranidia wrote:
“Well the Al-Saranidi Foreign Legion need brave, intelligent young gentlemen such as yourself to lead it’s platoons and companies as officers. It will improve your suitability in my father’s eyes.
Have you ever been conscripted?”George Fenwick II was indeed very attractive, and many women had proposed to him upon seeing him for the first time. But that did not make Qureshi's forwardness any less shocking.
"my suitability in your father's eyes what—" he blurted out before clearing his throat. "And yes, sort of."
by Munkcestrian Republic » Mon Oct 14, 2019 5:22 am
Saranidia wrote:Munkcestrian Republic wrote:George Fenwick II was indeed very attractive, and many women had proposed to him upon seeing him for the first time. But that did not make Qureshi's forwardness any less shocking.
"my suitability in your father's eyes what—" he blurted out before clearing his throat. "And yes, sort of."
“I am sure a man of your lineage, intelligence, political leadership experience and experience as a conscript would make you a good Foreign Legion Colonel.
And yes I do think you would make a good husband. I will give you time to consider joining as a Lieutenant, Captain, Ensign etc.” Said Maryam.
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