Illa Isle Conference (TWI)

[Vancouvia]

Dear Ambassador,

We humbly request your attendance at an international summit to begin on December 13, 2015. The summit will take place on Westilla, Illa Isle, sovereign and secure Vancouvian territory in the Argean Sea. The conference shall be attended by nations in the northern part of our region. Although currently our geography links us together, we wish to expand our commonalities to other areas as well. We will be discussing possible economic, social, environmental, defensive, and humanitarian goals.

In addition to planned events, you will have more than enough free time to explore the sprawling beaches of Illa. We welcome you to our shores with open arms, and hope you enjoy the quiet tempo and relaxed spirit of one of Vancouvia's most secluded areas.

Please convey your RSVP through the appropriate channels.

Wishing for Prosperity, Freedom, Efficiency
Ian Wellworth
AMBASSADOR, The FREE LANDS of VANCOUVIA

-Letter sent to the nations

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Ian Wellworth and Charles Rochester together scanned the commotion of dozens of bodies moving to and fro, setting up chairs and tables and bouquets and silverware. Westilla had come alive with the promise of fresh, international visitors. Although firmly the poorest area of Vancouvia, Illa Isle was nevertheless equipped to take on the responsibility of hosting a conference. Its poverty was, in fact, the very reason the Vancouvian Congress had chosen the island as the locale. To shed light on the growing importance of a strong education, a steady job, and a bountiful harvest, Congress had decided that it would utilize Illa as a multi-decade experiment: to what extent could a state revolutionize for the better if it was given abundant funding in social services, education, and welfare?

Congress had motives other than just showcasing the start of a bold experiment, however. They wished to bring together nations which could mutually benefit each other. With the rising spread of communism in the region and the growing power of nations in the Mesder Sea, the Vancouvian Congress knew it was time to secure a firm foundation in greater regional affairs before it was too late. A great many things lay ahead to discuss, and as the first plane came into view, both Ian and Charles set their minds to the task.

Edit: The meeting will take place in a courtyard villa of Westilla. It has a sort of Caribbean-esque style, with spacious balconies and glamorous buildings assembled in a circle.

[Hodgsonistan]

A Civilian chopper circled the area, and then set down on a lawn in front of the main building. Out stepped Charles Mrazek, the state department head, and a diplomatic bodyguard. The helicopter taxied to the side as the two men walked towards the meeting place.
"Its too bad there is still a week before our government comes into office, we cant make military pacts and it seems that it is the diplomatic season!' Charles grimaced, but strode forward even so.
James, the bodyguard, opened the heavy door, and both men entered.

[Vancouvia]

A Civilian chopper circled the area, and then set down on a lawn in front of the main building. Out stepped Charles Mrazek, the state department head, and a diplomatic bodyguard. The helicopter taxied to the side as the two men walked towards the meeting place.
"Its too bad there is still a week before our government comes into office, we cant make military pacts and it seems that it is the diplomatic season!' Charles grimaced, but strode forward even so.
James, the bodyguard, opened the heavy door, and both men entered.

Charles Rochester approached the delegation. "Hello, good sirs! I am Charles Rochester, ambassador of Vancouvia. That man back behind me..." Charles pointed over his shoulder, "...is Ian Wellworth, who is charge of this whole gathering. On behalf of my nation, we welcome you to Vancouvia!"

[Hodgsonistan]

Charles smiled, and gave a small bow. "Thank you, as I see we are the only members here yet let us skip the formalities and get down to discussion. I will speak plainly in saying that our nation seeks to make major military agreements that further our region-wide capacity to exert military pressure on enemies, terrorists and threats to peace."

[Vancouvia]

Charles motioned for his namesake to follow him to a small dinner room in the building. After taking his seat and calling for Ian to join them, he answered: "And I believe Vancouvia shares many of the same goals."

"Yes, quite," said Ian, approaching the table. He shook Charles' hand and then took a seat close by. "If by the time this conference is over you do not feel ...satisfied with the terms of the arrangements, then I'm sure our two nations could continue with private talks."

[Hodgsonistan]

Thank you. However on the economic side of things, we would be interested in reducing tariffs on trade in metals and computer parts, for your import. We would like to import fossil fuels especially, but are open to reducing import tariffs in other sectors.

[Vancouvia]

"We would certainly be willing to lower trade restrictions. Our tariffs are naturally low across the board, and we can perhaps lower these for your nation's businesses," said Ian. "But on the issue of fossil fuels--while you are welcome to our coal and oil reserves, we would emphasize the benefits of sustainable, clean energy."

[Hodgsonistan]

Charles smiled, glancing at the door to see if any other delegates were arriving. "Yes as a nation with little fossil fuel reserves we try, but fuelling warplanes with biofuel has not been successful. I hope that we can make a trade agreement on these industries, would you like me to contact my drafters?"

[Vancouvia]

"Let us see if we as a group can come to some sort of arrangement concerning such, and if that is not sufficient, then yes, let us discuss further."

[Milano Lombardia]

The Foreign Affairs Ministry, Milano City, The Milano Lombardia Republic
Illa Isle Conference
Dicembre 10, 2015

In the Foreign Affairs Ministries of Milano Lombardia in the Capital City of Milano City the Foreign Affairs Minister puts down a letter from Ian Wellworth of Vancouvia. Standing up he walks around his desk and to a large map of The Western Isles. Marking out the Free Lands of Vancouvia he then walks back around to his desk and goes through some files.

About two hours later the FA Minister picks up his phone and makes a 30 second call.

A middle aged man with a full head of brown hair and short dark hair walks in wearing what looks like a new Canali suit with black Bruno Maglis to go with it. He gave a short nod to the Minister and took a seat. After a few moments of silence a servant came in with two cups of coffee and left the two to their business.

Minister Andrea Buffon: "Hello Franco, how are you?"

Ambassador Franco Agnesi: "Hello Andrea, very good and you?"

Minister Andrea Buffon: "Good, thank you. Anyways I've finally found a way to get rid of you. Maybe justify your crazy spending at the expense of the tax payers..."

Ambassador Franco Agnesi: "Finally! Thank you, you beautiful old man!" He said taking the Minister's hand and kissing it.

Minister Andrea Buffon: "I'm shipping you off to Vancouvia! Now pack you bags and get out of here before I throw you out of the window!" said the Minister as he whipped his hand back and away from the Ambassador.

Ambassador Franco Agnesi: "Well it's about time! Don't worry Andrea, I'll buy you a present while I'm there!"

Just as the Minister started to object to the Ambassador's spending of Government money, the ambassador had already set out into a jog out of the room and to his car. He then checked his email to look at the details of his objective. After finding out he was to represent the entire Republic at the Republic's First International Summit in a foreign nation he went straight home to celebrate with his wife and child. He packed his bags late at night and left early the next morning.
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Westilla Airport, The Free Lands of Vancouvia
Illa Isle Conference
Dicembre 10, 2015

After a few hours of sitting in his Diplomatic-Government marked Helicopter, he and his three assistant's arrived at Westilla Airport in the Free Lands of Vancouvia. Not exactly knowing what to expect and forgetting much of what he learned at his Diplomatic Academy. However keeping confident as the helicopter landed, the co-pilot exited the Helicopter and came to open his door. Doing so the Milano Delegation saw....

[Xrevaro]

Gikau Kllen, the ambassador of Xrevaro, arrived in a diplomatic helicopter landing where permitted in Westilla. He stepped off the helicopter walking to the area of the meeting gripping the handle of his ornamental dagger. Dressed in a reasonable black suit with his Auburn hair slicked back, he was ready to discuss that matters at hand.
Even with their close proximity, Xrevaro and Vancouvia had never truly interacted with one another making this an important meeting to a least be seen in a positive light.
'I hope they don't disapprove of the body art...' Gikau thought to himself quickly checking the appearance of the black wisps of lines and branches it'd seem spanning his neck and hands in a handheld mirror.

[Ostehaar]

The Oster Ministry of Foreign Affairs' bulldozer-diplomat, Dora Efrin, was sent to Westilla. As the person who most of the times "ran the show" from behind the curtains, this was her first visit to a foreign nation in years. "I've always wanted to visit Illa Isle," she said to Minister Elena Brahurer when the latter informed her of the Vancouvian invitation.

One of the government's G-280 business planes broght Dora Efrin to the island. A wide smile appeared on her face as the plane lowered enough and the local terrain was revealed from between the clouds. She was wearing a black business suit which slightly resembled a priest's outfit. A long, gray coat protected her from the outside near-zero temperatures as she exited the aircraft.

[Yarkandi]

The Gulfstream IV, lowered down on approach to the runway. Inside the Yarkandi minister of Foreign Affairs, Sevda Holdu, was working on some last minute papers. She stood at 5'10, with an arabic type skin tone. Her Jet Black hair was tied neatly in a bun behind her head. Once the plane landed she got up and walked to the car that would take her to the summit.

She proceeded to get out of the car and walked into the building, with her tablet on her left hip and her purse around her left shoulder.

[Vancouvia]

As the delegations arrived, Ian worked furiously welcoming and assigning them to off to their various suites in the villa. A light winter snow had just begun to fall, and Ian worried that this may affect some of the later delegations' flights.

The conference would begin tomorrow with introductions, a briefing, and a proposed schedule. Following, delegates would join local Illians on a tour of the island with a surprise look at the groundbreaking ceremony of an expansive international school and college complex. In the meantime, Ian suspected the various foreigners would have ample opportunity to meet with each other.

[Hodgsonistan]

Charles washed his face and recollected his thoughts. He needed to secure a trade deal on his country's steel. He would first talk to the delegate from Yarkandi. He walked over to the Yarkandian residence, and knocked on the door.

[Silverstom]

Avis Bäaker arrived in the Stomian Foreign Ministry-Assigned Helicopter in Vancouvia. Silverstom needed more trading partners, and establish more relations with other countries in the Western Isles, to increase their regional influence. As she got out of the helicopter, she inhaled a large amount of air, since wasn't fond of flying, and walked to the Villa, where she saw other delegates arrive.

[Oglassa]

*Retconed*

[Vancouvia]

Leonardo Gella walked in to the conference room, "Wow, Westilla is a place of great beauty, I can see why you chose it, I'm Leonardo Gella, Prime Minister of Oglassa." He held out his hand.

"Hello, it is good to finally meet our friends to the east," said Ian. "We thank you for your kind words and hope that we shall repay them in kind."

[Homden]

Morfetten Palace
Omso, The Kingdom of Homden
Illa Isle Conference
December 12th, 2015

Royal adviser came with a letter from Ian Wellworth. He to the king Hansen XI, for giving the letter.
Then King Hansen XI opened the letter.
"Hmm.... From Vancouvia", he said.
Then, the king ask his advisor to bring him, a telegraph. King Hansa XI wrote a few words in telegraph.
"Mr. Alexen, I was received a letter from Vancouvia to attending in Illa Isle Conference. I asked you to representing me at the conference in Westilla. Thank you"

Sincerely,

Hansen XI
King of Homden
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Alexin's House
Hill Lane 110, Omso

a message come from his majesty. Alexin read the message in his telegraph. Then, He pack a bag to flight to Westilla, Vancouvia with Royal helicopter.

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Mr. Alexen has arrived in westilla. Then, he said, "Wow Westilla is very amazing!". After that, he go to the conference

[Xrevaro]

Gikau approach Ian.
"Thank you Sir Wellerth for inviting Xrevaro to this meeting. We hope to be of some assistant to your goals." He held his hand out for a handshake, something he heard was common in other nations.

[Vancouvia]

Gikau approach Ian.
"Thank you Sir Wellerth for inviting Xrevaro to this meeting. We hope to be of some assistant to your goals." He held his hand out for a handshake, something he heard was common in other nations.

Ian initially wasn't sure that Gikau had the right man after hearing himself be called 'Sir Wellwerth' but smiled and shook the man's hand anyway. "Just a mister, I'm afraid. But welcome to Vancouvia. I hope your travels were safe and comfortable."

[Oglassa]

*Retconned*

[Polar Svalbard]

It might have been a surprise that the Svalbardians had yet to arrive, but they were trying to figure out the best way to enter the conference. After a day's deliberation, they had decided. Delegate Christa Collins was a eager to say the least about getting to the conference, in her lap sat a nice big cooler, filled with all kinds of amazing alcohols and cigars. The helicopter, as it landed in front of the building they were supposed to be meeting in, fired off two fireworks into the air, exploding high above into vivid colors of the Svalbardian flag. She got out of the helicopter gave a big thumbs up, put on her sunglasses and hefted her bags into the building.

[Xrevaro]

Gikau nodded and smiled.
"Take off was rough as usual in Xrevaro." He watched in awe at the Svalbardian entrance.
"That's an entrance, ecsesive a bit..."

[Vancouvia]

Three VSF soldiers who had the pleasure of being security for the week instead of risking their lives in the I.D. rushed towards the courtyard at the sound of what they thought was gunfire. Guns drawn and at the ready, their hearts beat faster and faster as they cleared room after room until arriving at the sight of the Svalbard helicopter, its occupants already gone. After questioning the pilot on what occurred, they radioed their Captain who then got someone to "Go find Ian," who was quickly made aware of what had occurred. Disgusted with the dramatic charade and especially angered that neither himself nor security had been made aware of the fireworks, Ian and Charles together stormed off to Delegate Christa Collins' room, knocked on the door, and waited for her to answer.