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The Royal Baptism (IC, Open, MT)

Postby Camelone » Sat Jun 08, 2019 8:08 am

July 10th, 2019
Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach

The bells of the cathedral rang beautifully in Frederick's ears, it was a day of much jubilation not only for himself and his wife Freja but for the entirety of the High Kingdom. Their little ones would be baptized into the universal Body of Christ, connected to all true Christians reaching back to the Resurrection itself and they shall be united with all good and true Christians in the future as well, God willing. Even through the mighty stone walls of the grand cathedral he could hear the voices of his people singing and rejoicing for the prince and the princess, the continuation of the hallowed line of House Ui-Krieger by blood. He stood at the front of the cathedral just before the altar rail with Freja, the Patriarch with his three cross tattoos adorning his face let his normally stony face fall into a friendly and gentle smile as he looked at the two babies he would baptize this day. A pair of priests, these of the Gilliosaite order completely shrouded by their burial shrouds adorned with celtic crosses. The three clerics had just finished speaking with Frederick about the day and the usual greetings, now they had to retire to the sacristy though and prepare for the Mass. To that end Frederick could hear the creaking of the oak doors of the cathedral slowly opening as the nobles, officials, and foreign dignitaries began to filter in, guided by the Household Guard to where they were to stand for there were no pews in an Apostolic Catholic church.

A collection of rugs adorned the ground as the great domes above were painted to depict numerous Biblical stories and the majesty of Christ in his kingdom. Right above the high altar glimmering with its golden candlesticks and ornamentation was a large painting of the Mother Mary with the Christ child in her womb, her maternal smile filling the pious with hope and love. Every window was adorned with stained glass showing a saint, many unique to Camelone such as St. Bran, St. Gilliosa, the only Olcalf saint whose depiction captures his elfish features as a tall and eloquent figure with pointed ears, Saint-King Earnan the Martyr, and St. Moses the Norseman. The thick walls of the Romanesque cathedral beautifully illustrated the martial mindset of the Camelonean people for the cathedral truly did appear like a fortress from the outside. A great many Celtic elements were throughout the iconography that dominated the inside and already the monks who stood in the chapels around the cathedral were swinging incense and chanting their prayers. Jetting out from the walls were a few sarcophagus', even a good many in the middle of the floor as well oriented so that the stone faces would always be directed towards the altar, and the altar rail separated the altar from the congregation that slowly began filling the cathedral.

The people spoke, but did so in a soft manner so as to not interrupt the monks in their prayers and duties, slowly though they would be led in front of the High King, his wife, and the royal twins if they so wished. Frederick leaned over to Freja and whispered to her, attempting to speak her native tongue "You are my greatest blessing Freja. Thank you for everything." Hoping he had the right words and grammar he let a smile pass his lips for awhile content with life for once.

Cnoc na Teamhrach
While the cathedral itself may have been peaceful the city itself was full of life and joyfully chaotic, the people of Camelone flocked to the great city of legends. A cross section of Camelonean society could be seen as citizens, nobles, monks, patricians, guildmen, companymen, Cessair, Gaelic, Cessair-Gaelic, Norse, and Anglo-Gaelic all rubbed shoulders and celebrated. Basic tunics and cloaks walked side by side with the most expensive of fabrics and cuts sharing in the same songs and joy. To an outsider the Camelonean fashion was an odd combination of Celtic tunics and trousers coupled with the dress common during the Victorian or early 20th century. Of course there was the odd leather jacket, sunglasses, or other modern piece of clothing but those were far and few between compared to the traditionalism and modesty of the average Camelonean.

Already more than a few of the nobles or wealthy merchants bought large barrels of alcohol for the public to freely drink from and the jousting fields on the outside of the city were being prepared for the games to come. A great many Cameloneans traveled to compete in these games to get their names known and to claim some glory for themselves and their families. So many different gatherings were taking place across the city around the many different landmarks such as the various shrines, tomb statues, squares, churches, and other important places. Banners of all the noble houses and clans waved through the streets and many mini parades were occurring to the amusement of many. To many it was utter chaos but to the Cameloneans they maneuvered through it with ease with a jovial laugh, and even with everything the strong social customs and taboos kept the order where the police failed.
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Postby Raven corps » Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:47 am

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Colderon was never surprised by the sheer numbers of duties he had accumulated over the years as he added titles to his namesake. King, CEO sometimes it felt like they blended together in a way that reminded him of adding food dye to water. Day to day activities where generally awash with both of these duties whether they be signing decree's for his people or signing expense reports for the finance department. This also included various invitations from various nations for one of his positions... sometimes both and it seemed today was one of those days for both and his day had just started as he walked through the front doors of the massive corporate building at the center of the a complex of other buildings which housed other departments. His timing was impeccable as soon as the massive glass doors closed it started to rain layering the artfully layed pavers of the central courtyard with a glossy sheer as the automated flood lights around the buildings came to life in response to the ever increasing grayness that had taken over the sky.

Good morning Mr. Zion... You have mail awaiting you in your office, and Ms. Azuala has a request regarding the situation is South Reinkalistan. Also you have a phone call request from the Kornosian Senate leader regarding the approvals for this years nation budget. mentioned his secretary as she handed him his usual coffee order and his morning favorite cigar- precut and lit.

Thank you Linda. was his only response before taking a sip of the coffee and a puff of the cigar before entering the elevator along with Linda and making the 5 minutes elevator trip to the mid-section atrium of the building where he transfer to a second private elevator to took him another 5 minutes upward to the executive level where his and a few other offices resided. Linda generally hated the elevator rides- partly for the smoke and partly for the intense silence that generally held over the course of the trip up.With a slight digital ding sound the doors opened up revealing the lavishly designed and furnished executive level. the ominous sound of harp music was barely audible and often lost if someone walked by letting their shoe heels strike the floor with any level of force... High heels where especially loud.As the pair reach his office door she peeled away and took her place at her desk letting her boss walk on closing the large black walnut wood doors behind him.

Colderon actually enjoyed his time every morning with Linda. Over the years she had grown accustom to his intensity and sometimes even spoke frankly to him, a gentle reminder that is is still human with faults. He continued his walk up the black marble stairs which lead to his desk at the top which overlooked the main courtyard of the complex and beyond to the main skyline of the city itself. As he walked passed the numerous pillars of obsidian and cases of fine wines, liqueurs, and priceless artifacts hidden lighting activated gradually increasing the light saturation of his office. Upon reaching his desk he saw everything Linda had warned him about. Letters and documents which seemed to breed every night and return to taunt him. This time however there was a rarer letter which had graced his desk...

Colderon picked up the letter and silently read the heading to himself. The High Kingdom of Camelone.... invitation to the Baptism of her majestic the Princess. It was an intriguing letter. He continued to read and came to the conclusion that he should attend especially since someone was thoughtful enough to have him invited. with a slight chuckle his folded the letter back and placed it into his internal coat pocket and made his way back to Linda as she finished settling into her chair with a cup of coffee of her own.

Linda... he said as he opened the large doors to his office. Have my personal jetliner readied for lift off as soon as possible. I have something I need to attend to in the nation of Camelone. Have two Rogutis agents selected and assigned as security.. With his orders given he was off to the airport...

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Postby Kuronami » Sat Jun 08, 2019 12:44 pm

It'd been a lengthy but pleasant journey for the Empress and her bodyguard. Aboard her royal yatch which was designated Topsail, a fine ship crafted by the Selkie people of Silverport Dockyards, known to be some of the finest ship crafters in the world. Upon closer reach to Camelone's territorial waters her Royal Navy escorts broke off to return home. Once docking permission were granted and everything was sorted out Her Majesty could finally disembark and head on to their next destination. Boarding the rails was easy enough for them. Watching the scenery speed by Fine looked out the window rather lost in thought and a bit melancholy. She was excited to be in attendance of such a wonderful event, her family being made up of Catholics and Episcopalians, christenings were a very big deal especially for another Royal Family. Still what had her a bit more troubled was the fact she might be late to the event. She was a girl of proper manners and punctuality was of essence to her but the trip had a few delays in getting going. It didn't help her own stubborn insistence of never flying ever in her life, due to an extreme crippling fear of heights, maybe one day she should just be something of a woman about it and get aboard a plane, heavily sedated.

"Milady, everything all right?" Bianca asked.

"Oh sorry. Don't trouble yourself over me, Bianca, I'm just fine. Just a bit worried about being late." it wasn't the only thing on her mind though. Part of her late start was the result of some ominous death threats, her first since her coronation. It came with the territory of course, being a public official, a nobleman's daughter it always meant there was probably some crazy out there wanting to harm her for personal or political reasons. Still, something about the more recent ones did unsettle her a bit. As a result security was beefed up a little around her to ensure her safety. It was also the reason Bianca was going to be at her side like glue on paper.

Sometimes Fine had the luxury of shedding excess security detail and being able to confidently rely on her own wits to get about. In a foreign land she could always count on that nation's own security forces to ensure her safety.

"if you have a failing, Milady, it's that you're truly dedicated to exceptional punctuality. That said I wouldn't worry, I think we've more than made up for time lost getting out of Kuronami.... Are the recent threats still troubling you?" Bianca hesitated to bring them up less she make the Empress more upset than she was.

She sighed "I don't know why. Maybe it's paranoia but I don't know....Just you ever get the feeling of a bad omen just weigh on you?"

"I have. My advice to you, is to trust me that I have you back. Put it in the back of your mind and let me worry about it. I don't think there's any substantial threat here, our advisers were through in everything. I want you to enjoy and be yourself, Milady. This is a joyful occasion and you are the social butterfly who thrives from these."

Fine sported a smile that her trusted guard could talk a little sense into her. "Thank you, Bianca." Fine reached under her seat to pull a briefcase out, it was a stack of newly drafted legislative bills, budget allocations and other political documents to be signed or vetoed by her. Distracting herself until their arrival would be a good idea just to keep her mind wandering into dire places.

When the train reached it's final destination the two could disembark. The city was full of life as it would seem, with many excited about the festive event. The best aspect of Camelone was aesthetically it was quite a bit like Kuronami, an old-meets-new kind of ideal, bridging eras of the past with the modern in that distinctly old European style. Looking at her pocket watch, Bianca smiled "As I assured you, Milady, we're right on time." She showed the time to Her Majesty. "Enough time to get settled in and then find our way to the Cathedral."

"That's good. I'd hope to see it and wish my blessing and congratulations upon the family. But I suppose I fretted to much because I'm sure there's engagements afterword."

"It's a fine idea to be so cordial with our hosts, Milady. I'm sure you there will show your appreciation for them."

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Postby The Chuck » Sat Jun 08, 2019 9:34 pm

St. Augustine University - Dulfwood - Camelone

Once the spring semester had come to a close at St. Augustine University, Jonathan McAllister decided to stick around in Camelone for part of the summer and explore other parts of the country. Once the semester had ended at St. Augustine's, Jonathan had moved out of the Clan Orestsson household and had rented a small apartment in Dulfwood. When he had moved, he left the milling machine he had used to keep his gunsmithing skills sharp with the Orestsson family and the farewell was tearful but he still saw the brothers and Mr. Orestsson here and there in town. One day, one of the brothers had mentioned the royal baptism in passing to Jonathan and it had intrigued him. As such, he had purchased a train ticket from Dulfwood to Cnoc na Teamhrach and was now sitting in a passenger car with the countryside zipping past.

As the wheels clicked and clacked over the hard metal rails, Jonathan's attention was focused on polishing an incomplete shotgun receiver that was part of a broken down shotgun that he had left in the Orestsson barn. On the table in front of him, there was a small engraving kit that he had tossed in his luggage so that he could continue to work on this artistic piece of metal. With skilled hands he occasionally would pick up the small little mallet and burin and time his marks in between the clack of the wheels and rails. It was a matter of hours before he would reach Cnoc na Teamhrach and he hoped that he would be able to finish this portion of his project before he arrived.
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Postby Icadias » Sat Jun 08, 2019 11:04 pm

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It has only been a day since the royal couple, the Queen and her sweetheart, Prince Michael were married.Together, with their two daughters, they had originally planned to return back to Stockholm but in a surprising turn of events, they are headed for Camelone.In their Embraer Lineage 1000 private jet, Catherine sat comfortably alongside her newlywed husband, with each of their two daughters on their laps respectively.The Queen, outfitted with a simple white dress that reached below knee-length, the Prince with a white and yellowish tux while their two daughters were adorably suited with similar and puffed white dresses.

"How much longer, Katy seems to be asleep already", asks the Queen with her eldest daughter clinging onto hers, sleeping."Don't worry sweetheart, its not gonna be long, probably around 15 minutes left".Catherine breathed a slight of relief upon hearing it.To be fair, she herself is not much of a fan of long-distance travelling, though she once went on one already, that is to Brunei's.
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Postby Haring Bayang Katagalugan » Sat Jun 08, 2019 11:22 pm

July 8, 2019 | Somewhere in the middle of the jungle of Haring Bayang Katagalugan...

Usually you wouldn't be able to find buildings or any form of advance civilization in the dense jungle of Haring Bayan. The only things you could probably spot in the dense jungle is either the vast variety of wild life which dwells in the jungle, the numerous amounts of trees, or terrorist against the government, but things have changed ever since the coup which overthrew of the right-wing dictator who was propped by western imperialist to exploit the people of the Sovereign Tagalog Nation. Projects where created to build schools, roads, and hospitals near areas where people were divided from civilization cause of the terrain. One example being the Igorot people who live in the mountains of Luzon and had no access to roads. Now, they have roads that leads them safely down the mountain, a school which is free for all ages, and a hospital which gives the people the treatment they need for free. Although the project has started years ago, the project is still ongoing and is currently led by.....

"Supremo Supremo Cuerpo!" shouts a young looking soldier running towards the Supremo who can be found playing with the kids in the newly built playground.

As he reaches Supremo Cuerpo, he stands in a proper posture and salutes the Supremo. Supremo Cuerpo was too distracted playing with the kids and barely noticing the presence of the soldier thinking it was one of the kids he was playing with in a military costume. The soldier coughed a bit to make his voice a bit deeper then said...

"May mensahe po para sayo po! Sinabi po ni Comrade Lucas Bonifacio na importante mapunta sayo toh ng mabilis!"
(Translation: There is a message for you sir! Comrade Lucas Bonifacio said that it is important that this is sent to you immediately!)

"Saan ba galing ang mensahe iho?" said Supremo Cuerpo as he faced the young soldier with a smile.
(Translation: Where is the message from kid?)

"Sa Mataas na Kaharian ng Camelone, Supremo" said the young soldier as he handed over the message to the Supremo.
(Translation: From the High Kingdom of Camelone, Supremo)

Supremo Cuerpo took the the letter and began to slowly read it. At first, he chuckled thinking it was a joke. He said to himself: Why would some monarchy invite me? The leader of a socialist nation? I'm pretty sure they made a mistake at sending the invitation. In the end, he decided it was a good idea to come.

"Iho" said Supremo Cuerpo to the young solider.
(Translation: Kid)

"Pakisabi mo kay Comrade Lucas Bonifacio na ihanda niya ang eroplano. Pupunta ako sa royal na bautismo at siya na bahala dito habang wala ako"
(Translation: Please tell Comrade Lucas Bonifacio to prepare the plane. I'll be going to the Royal baptism and he is incharge while I'm gone.)
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Postby Etat Unitaire Francais » Sun Jun 09, 2019 12:15 am

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Joseph Randon peered out of a circular window from his office, and looked out at the Miroir d'eau, as well as busy citizens on their way to work. The annoying noises of car horns irritated him, and he shut the blinds. The governor turned and sat into his chair with a sigh. He threw his gloves into his kepi, and placed them on a corner of his desk. As with every morning, Randon, who was governor of the French province of Aquitaine, began his work with going over documents in a folder. He opened said folder, and got to work. He shifted through the generic papers and bills, but something caught his eye. The paper had a coat of arms on it that was unrecognizable to Randon, and he continued to examine it. It was an invitation to a baptismal ceremony for royalty, in a foreign nation named Camelone. This perplexed the governor, and he pressed a button on his desk, which would notify one of his secretaries. Almost immediately a young officer in uniform entered the spacious room, and saluted Randon, then stood at attention.

"You rang, sir?" The officer turned secretary stood at attention, eagerly waiting for a response.

"Thats right. I want to know how some invitation for a baptism of foreign royalty got into my papers." Randon took of his reading glasses and picked up the invitation, while pointing to it at the same time.

"Oh yes, I assure you sir, that paper is indeed intended for you. It arrived from Paris along with the rest of your papers not too long ago."

Randon furrowed his brow and grunted. "Last time I checked, I'm not some diplomat. Why would a governor be assigned to go to some baptism?" He appeared to be angry. "Besides, I'm busy running a province here! I just can't drop everything and go to some foreign nation for some ceremony whose occasion I know little about. I've never even been to Camelone, either!" The officer gulped, but remained undeterred.

"I received a memo from Paris along with the invitation, saying that Governor Randon is to depart immediately to Camelone and attend a royal baptism in one of their cities. The same memo was supposed to be in your folder."

After nervously shifting through the rest of his papers, Randon found a small note, which was indeed the same memo the secretary just informed him about. "Well...uh, it was just so small, I guess I'll have to like a little closer at my papers next time, eh? You'd think I'd be better at this sort of thing, but I guess not. My vision is clearly not what it used to be!"

The young officer bellowed with fake laughter. After an awkward pause, he continued. "Well, governor, I have made all the arrangements. You are to catch a plane for Camelone at 8:40, and should arrive at Cnoc na Teamhrach airport at no less than 11:00. You should then be informed about the ceremonies there."

"Well then, thank you. I am sorry for the mix-up, soldier." He then dismissed the officer, who promptly left the office. The governor, after about an hour of work, hopped into his staff car and headed to the Bordeaux–Mérignac airport. His private jet did indeed take off at 8:40 am, right on schedule. Randon wore his heavy officer's overcoat, which had his four stars emblazoned on its sleeves, alike his uniform. He, as was customary for all French generals, wore the typical kepi. The governor also wore a white armband, with two red hearts and an image of St. Joan of Arc embroidered onto it. Said armband signified that he was a member of the ruling French political party, the Catholic League. Inside the jet rode a squad of elite Milice riflemen, who wore dark blue uniforms and were adorned with Adrian helmets. They all carried old Lebel rifles, which were mostly ceremonial. These bodyguards also carried concealed knives and pistols, as well FAMAS assault rifles slung over their left shoulders. The governor sat alone, isolated from the guards, rubbing his chin. He did not what to expect, nor did he know why he was specifically sent to a ceremony in a foreign nation he'd never been to. Nonetheless, he enjoyed getting out of his burdensome office for a chance, and was at least a little excited for the celebrations ahead.
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Postby The Frozen Forest » Sun Jun 09, 2019 12:42 am

July 10th, 2019
Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach


The Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach was beautiful, with its paintings and stained glass windows. It was jarring to see how militaristic the exterior was when compared to the dedicated and pious interior-but one could say that same thing about the nation of Camelone as a whole. With it's strong walls and the unusual priests gathered about, No better place could have been found for a baptism-apart from maybe Lake Reyksey in The Frozen Forest. At least that was the opinion of Queen Freja of Camelone, born as a member of the House of Bjork and brought into the House of Ui-Krieger by marriage to the High King of Camelone, Frederick. The Cathedral would be the place where her first children would be baptized. Little Ludwig and Ailish Ui-Krieger, the former of which destined to one day be High King of Camelone after his father. They made her heart swell with pride.

"You are my greatest fish Freja. Thank you for everything." Freja heard the familiar voice of her husband beside her. He spoke in her native Frozen Forestrian, though he didn't have quite the grasp that he thought he had. Granted he was much more fluent than he had been almost a year prior. Mixing up the words "fish" and "blessing" wasn't entirely uncommon among those learning the language. She knew enough to know what he was trying to say and made no mention of it. She turned towards him and spoke softly in Camelonean Gaelic. "Our children are my greatest blessing, but you are a close second." Freja smiled teasingly, her eyes drifting down to their children.

People would be passing them before long, to see the High King-His Wife and their children. The thought made her anxious-maternal instincts kicking in to tell her to hide her babies from the limelight. Of course that wouldn't do, but the feeling lingered. Since she had first come to Camelone, Freja had learned and adapted and could be called a proper Camelonean Queen. Unlike her husband with his Frozen Forestrian, she was able to practice her Camelonean Gaelic every day and was by now, more or less fluent. The Apostolic Catholic Church, once unfamiliar when compared to her Catholic Church, seemed less strange now that she had begun to attend mass in Camelone. Her conversion to the Faith was accompanied by a new staff of people to serve her. Her maidservant, Caitlin MacUirigh had been the most pleasant of them. Even in her home country, she had never met someone who was so happy and cheerful. The girl was scantly 18, and had been her closest friend since coming to Camelone. Alongside her was another constant-her bodyguard. Adhamh Ciarach had been in her service since about three months after she became pregnant, at her own insistence. Freja didn't like him particularly well, but he was good at his job.

"Our children are beautiful, aren't they?" Freja whispered to Frederick while looking down at Ludwig and Ailish.

Cnoc na Teamhrach Airport

Two planes with the flag of The Frozen Forest emblazoned on their flanks arrived at the Cnoc na Teamhrach Airport. The first was a private jet, expensive but seemingly older. From it departed three men of the House of Bjork, along with their entourage of 12 Bodyguards, 6 Maidservants, 3 Butlers, 2 Animal Handlers and a single official from the Communist Party. Departing from the second plane were workers carrying all manners of objects-gifts for the Royal Family of Camelone. The men carrying them were not part of the Royal Household and would be dismissed after the gifts were presented at the scheduled feast.

The three men strolled along the tarmac, allowing the workers to set about unloading their luggage and the gifts and anything else that was to be moved. The oldest wore a fine suit and had a huge white beard. He looked to be too old for his shoes, on the verge of infirmity. King Alvor of The Frozen Forest was making what could potentially be his last trip to Camelone. His time was coming and he knew it, so he counted his blessings that he was able to be in Camelone to see the baptism of his first grandchildren. As King Alvor clambored into a carriage, he was followed by a man with white hair but an air of relative youth about him. The Crown Prince, Ivan Bjork. He wore a suit less fine than his father's, but made up for it in his bright smile and cheerful disposition. Finally came Prince Ari, second in line for the throne and someone who could boast that they had once jousted against Ingeld Thorgeist, heir to the House of Thorgeist.

As the carriage pulled along towards their hotel, the men began to banter. "I almost thought you wouldn't be able to get into this thing, old man" Ari said, jeering at King Alvor who spat back a "I'm as strong as an ox." Their destination was a Tavern in the city that they had rented out entirely, with just enough room for the men and their entourage. They would stop there and check in with the inkeeper, then proceed to the Church, where the King and Queen were waiting.
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Postby Icadias » Sun Jun 09, 2019 8:35 am

Local Airport

As their private aircraft finally touched down as expected, the door was brought open mechanically, with infront of them, stood several armed guards waiting patiently to receive them.Though the sound of the aircraft touching dow was loud, it luckily didn't woke the royal couple's eldest daughter, still asleep while clinging on to her mother."Looks like we're here!", exclaims Prince Michael as they set their first few steps onto the ground.After exchanging salutes and walking pass by the guards, "The warm welcome welcome here looks plausible enough, sweety", "Indeed, I'm already starting to like the hospitality", expressed the Queen.Soon enough, they were sat in a specially designated carriage that would take them around for the trip.

"To the hotel, sir", commanded him."Well Katy, I'm just curious.I wonder how your precious little sister is going to act when she finds out you're actually away since we got engaged on April?", asked Michael daringly."Michael, she will be fine.She will probably cry a little because she misses her big sister, but she's 19 already, not 9", remarked Catherine.Though what she said was true, she herself could not stop thinking for a second about her own family back home.In her mind, she could playfully imagine Juliana being depressed over her 2 months absence.She could feel it already.

"She'll call me soon enough.That little girl, loves me very much", smirks her in her thoughts.On the journey there, they were able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of their surroundings though Madeline, their youngest and 2nd daughter would throw a minor tantrum because its taking too long for her.
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Postby Camelone » Sun Jun 09, 2019 11:33 am

Kuronami wrote:It'd been a lengthy but pleasant journey for the Empress and her bodyguard. Aboard her royal yatch which was designated Topsail, a fine ship crafted by the Selkie people of Silverport Dockyards, known to be some of the finest ship crafters in the world. Upon closer reach to Camelone's territorial waters her Royal Navy escorts broke off to return home. Once docking permission were granted and everything was sorted out Her Majesty could finally disembark and head on to their next destination. Boarding the rails was easy enough for them. Watching the scenery speed by Fine looked out the window rather lost in thought and a bit melancholy. She was excited to be in attendance of such a wonderful event, her family being made up of Catholics and Episcopalians, christenings were a very big deal especially for another Royal Family. Still what had her a bit more troubled was the fact she might be late to the event. She was a girl of proper manners and punctuality was of essence to her but the trip had a few delays in getting going. It didn't help her own stubborn insistence of never flying ever in her life, due to an extreme crippling fear of heights, maybe one day she should just be something of a woman about it and get aboard a plane, heavily sedated.

"Milady, everything all right?" Bianca asked.

"Oh sorry. Don't trouble yourself over me, Bianca, I'm just fine. Just a bit worried about being late." it wasn't the only thing on her mind though. Part of her late start was the result of some ominous death threats, her first since her coronation. It came with the territory of course, being a public official, a nobleman's daughter it always meant there was probably some crazy out there wanting to harm her for personal or political reasons. Still, something about the more recent ones did unsettle her a bit. As a result security was beefed up a little around her to ensure her safety. It was also the reason Bianca was going to be at her side like glue on paper.

Sometimes Fine had the luxury of shedding excess security detail and being able to confidently rely on her own wits to get about. In a foreign land she could always count on that nation's own security forces to ensure her safety.

"if you have a failing, Milady, it's that you're truly dedicated to exceptional punctuality. That said I wouldn't worry, I think we've more than made up for time lost getting out of Kuronami.... Are the recent threats still troubling you?" Bianca hesitated to bring them up less she make the Empress more upset than she was.

She sighed "I don't know why. Maybe it's paranoia but I don't know....Just you ever get the feeling of a bad omen just weigh on you?"

"I have. My advice to you, is to trust me that I have you back. Put it in the back of your mind and let me worry about it. I don't think there's any substantial threat here, our advisers were through in everything. I want you to enjoy and be yourself, Milady. This is a joyful occasion and you are the social butterfly who thrives from these."

Fine sported a smile that her trusted guard could talk a little sense into her. "Thank you, Bianca." Fine reached under her seat to pull a briefcase out, it was a stack of newly drafted legislative bills, budget allocations and other political documents to be signed or vetoed by her. Distracting herself until their arrival would be a good idea just to keep her mind wandering into dire places.

When the train reached it's final destination the two could disembark. The city was full of life as it would seem, with many excited about the festive event. The best aspect of Camelone was aesthetically it was quite a bit like Kuronami, an old-meets-new kind of ideal, bridging eras of the past with the modern in that distinctly old European style. Looking at her pocket watch, Bianca smiled "As I assured you, Milady, we're right on time." She showed the time to Her Majesty. "Enough time to get settled in and then find our way to the Cathedral."

"That's good. I'd hope to see it and wish my blessing and congratulations upon the family. But I suppose I fretted to much because I'm sure there's engagements afterword."

"It's a fine idea to be so cordial with our hosts, Milady. I'm sure you there will show your appreciation for them."

Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
Greeting the Kuronami delegation was a squad of Patriarch Guards in their grey uniforms, grey trousers with a gold trim on the pant legs with a grey military jacket neatly tucked into their trousers, a white cape over their left shoulders emblazoned with the crest of the Apostolic Catholic Church, and a simple black kepi on their head. At their side hung a club and pistol with which their hands casually rested on as they made sure to keep a respectful perimeter. Leading the squad was a monk from the Brandnite orders, the sides of his head were shaved leaving only something that looked like a mohawk which turned into a ponytail of sorts in the back. The monk was a large burly man with a long beard neatly groomed, a stout iron cross hung around his neck and stood out compared to his simple black cassock which gracefully glided along the ground.

"Your Imperial Majesty?" The monk asked with a deep bow. "We have been ordered to escort you to the Cathedral if you would permit us. It would be a great honor. I am Brother Seraphim by the way, excuse me for forgetting to lead with that necessary information." Seraphim ended with a little chuckle as he righted his back once more. All around the Cameloneans moved about but even through this shuffling and pushing they were kept far away from the Kuronami Empress by a few other of the Patriarch Guards.

The Chuck wrote:St. Augustine University - Dulfwood - Camelone

Once the spring semester had come to a close at St. Augustine University, Jonathan McAllister decided to stick around in Camelone for part of the summer and explore other parts of the country. Once the semester had ended at St. Augustine's, Jonathan had moved out of the Clan Orestsson household and had rented a small apartment in Dulfwood. When he had moved, he left the milling machine he had used to keep his gunsmithing skills sharp with the Orestsson family and the farewell was tearful but he still saw the brothers and Mr. Orestsson here and there in town. One day, one of the brothers had mentioned the royal baptism in passing to Jonathan and it had intrigued him. As such, he had purchased a train ticket from Dulfwood to Cnoc na Teamhrach and was now sitting in a passenger car with the countryside zipping past.

As the wheels clicked and clacked over the hard metal rails, Jonathan's attention was focused on polishing an incomplete shotgun receiver that was part of a broken down shotgun that he had left in the Orestsson barn. On the table in front of him, there was a small engraving kit that he had tossed in his luggage so that he could continue to work on this artistic piece of metal. With skilled hands he occasionally would pick up the small little mallet and burin and time his marks in between the clack of the wheels and rails. It was a matter of hours before he would reach Cnoc na Teamhrach and he hoped that he would be able to finish this portion of his project before he arrived.

Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
The train station was completely abuzz with activity as one would expect for such a large celebration. Once the train had come to a halt people already began to file off as quick as they could, trying to get to their destination and through the rather large crowd. As everyone was busying themselves with getting off the train a younger man in a simple tunic and trousers stopped and looked at Jonathan. "What are you have there stranger?" He asked curious standing in the doorway of the train cabin as people pushed past him. His curious green eyes looked at everything arrayed.

Icadias wrote:Local Airport

As their private aircraft finally touched down as expected, the door was brought open mechanically, with infront of them, stood several armed guards waiting patiently to receive them.Though the sound of the aircraft touching dow was loud, it luckily didn't woke the royal couple's eldest daughter, still asleep while clinging on to her mother."Looks like we're here!", exclaims Prince Michael as they set their first few steps onto the ground.After exchanging salutes and walking pass by the guards, "The warm welcome welcome here looks plausible enough, sweety", "Indeed, I'm already starting to like the hospitality", expressed the Queen.Soon enough, they were sat in a specially designated carriage that would take them around for the trip.

"To the hotel, sir", commanded him."Well Katy, I'm just curious.I wonder how your precious little sisteris going to act when she finds out you're actually away since we got engaged on April?", asked Michael daringly."Michael, she will be fine.She will probably cry a little because she misses her big sister, but she's 19 already, not 9", remarked Catherine.Though what she said was true, she herself could not stop thinking for a second about her own family back home.In her mind, she could playfully imagine Juliana being depressed over her 2 months absence.She could feel it already.

"She'll call me soon enough.That little girl, loves me very much", smirks her in her thoughts.On the journey there, they were able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of their surroundings though Madeline, their youngest and 2nd daughter would throw a minor tantrum because its taking too long for her.

Cnoc na Teamhrach, Icadias delegation
The carriage had to move a little slow through the streets due to the significant crowd gathered in nearly square inch of the streets. The Patriarch Guards were able to force an opening through, mostly threw announcing the coming carriage and shouting at people to move out of the way or get hit by a club. Music of many different songs filled the noisy streets of Cnoc na Teamhrach as Cameloneans sung random songs and challenged one another to challenges of athleticism or music in the middle of the streets. There were many statues of warriors and other important figures throughout the city and even a few open air shrines and large stone preaching crosses. The carriage nonetheless softly bumped across the cobblestone road as they made their way to their hotel.

At the hotel a squad of Patriarch Guards and a man of noble birth stood waiting, the noble was a middle aged man wearing large wire glasses and his tunic and suit jacket hung loosely on his thin form. Despite the apparent lack of physical strength the way he held himself spoke of a strength far beyond that of muscles. As the carriage came to a stop a Patriarch Guardsman went up and opened the door, the noble removing his wide brimmed hat with a white feather in it and performing a low and sweeping bow.

"Greetings honored guests. I am Lord Alfrun Finkellson and I have been assigned to be your guide for your stay here in our capital. I can assign people to bring your things to your room if you so wish and we can head to the cathedral but regardless of your decision I am at your service." He said before rising again.

Etat Unitaire Francais wrote:Place de la Bourse, Bordeaux

Joseph Randon peered out of a circular window from his office, and looked out at the Miroir d'eau, as well as busy citizens on their way to work. The annoying noises of car horns irritated him, and he shut the blinds. The governor turned and sat into his chair with a sigh. He threw his gloves into his kepi, and placed them on a corner of his desk. As with every morning, Randon, who was governor of the French province of Aquitaine, began his work with going over documents in a folder. He opened said folder, and got to work. He shifted through the generic papers and bills, but something caught his eye. The paper had a coat of arms on it that was unrecognizable to Randon, and he continued to examine it. It was an invitation to a baptismal ceremony for royalty, in a foreign nation named Camelone. This perplexed the governor, and he pressed a button on his desk, which would notify one of his secretaries. Almost immediately a young officer in uniform entered the spacious room, and saluted Randon, then stood at attention.

"You rang, sir?" The officer turned secretary stood at attention, eagerly waiting for a response.

"Thats right. I want to know how some invitation for a baptism of foreign royalty got into my papers." Randon took of his reading glasses and picked up the invitation, while pointing to it at the same time.

"Oh yes, I assure you sir, that paper is indeed intended for you. It arrived from Paris along with the rest of your papers not too long ago."

Randon furrowed his brow and grunted. "Last time I checked, I'm not some diplomat. Why would a governor be assigned to go to some baptism?" He appeared to be angry. "Besides, I'm busy running a province here! I just can't drop everything and go to some foreign nation for some ceremony whose occasion I know little about. I've never even been to Camelone, either!" The officer gulped, but remained undeterred.

"I received a memo from Paris along with the invitation, saying that Governor Randon is to depart immediately to Camelone and attend a royal baptism in one of their cities. The same memo was supposed to be in your folder."

After nervously shifting through the rest of his papers, Randon found a small note, which was indeed the same memo the secretary just informed him about. "Well...uh, it was just so small, I guess I'll have to like a little closer at my papers next time, eh? You'd think I'd be better at this sort of thing, but I guess not. My vision is clearly not what it used to be!"

The young officer bellowed with fake laughter. After an awkward pause, he continued. "Well, governor, I have made all the arrangements. You are to catch a plane for Camelone at 8:40, and should arrive at Cnoc na Teamhrach airport at no less than 11:00. You should then be informed about the ceremonies there."

"Well then, thank you. I am sorry for the mix-up, soldier." He then dismissed the officer, who promptly left the office. The governor, after about an hour of work, hopped into his staff car and headed to the Bordeaux–Mérignac airport. His private jet did indeed take off at 8:40 am, right on schedule. Randon wore his heavy officer's overcoat, which had his four stars emblazoned on its sleeves, alike his uniform. He, as was customary for all French generals, wore the typical kepi. The governor also wore a white armband, with two red hearts and an image of St. Joan of Arc embroidered onto it. Said armband signified that he was a member of the ruling French political party, the Catholic League. Inside the jet rode a squad of elite Milice riflemen, who wore dark blue uniforms and were adorned with Adrian helmets. They all carried old Lebel rifles, which were mostly ceremonial. These bodyguards also carried concealed knives and pistols, as well FAMAS assault rifles slung over their left shoulders. The governor sat alone, isolated from the guards, rubbing his chin. He did not what to expect, nor did he know why he was specifically sent to a ceremony in a foreign nation he'd never been to. Nonetheless, he enjoyed getting out of his burdensome office for a chance, and was at least a little excited for the celebrations ahead.

Cnoc na Teamhrach Airport
Meeting the Etat Unitaire Francais delegation at the airport was another squad of Patriarch Guards who were led by a monk from the Branite Order, his forehead and cheeks each held a simple cross tattoo to a sum of three on his face. A man of normal height and stature there was not much remarkable about the monk, even his brown robes and green cincture were rather plain. The only thing that stood out with the man was his bright blue eyes rivaling those of a wolf, and the natural fierceness. Approaching the delegation the monk lifted both his arms up in a sort of prayer and bowed to the delegation "God has heard our prayers for your safe travels, may the King of All be blessed now and forevermore." Righting himself once more he continued "I am Brother Stephan and I have been assigned by the High King and the Patriarch of our Apostolic Catholic Church to be your guide for your time here in Camelone. How may I serve thee?" The monk asked earnestly.

The Frozen Forest wrote:July 10th, 2019
Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach


The Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach was beautiful, with its paintings and stained glass windows. It was jarring to see how militaristic the exterior was when compared to the dedicated and pious interior-but one could say that same thing about the nation of Camelone as a whole. With it's strong walls and the unusual priests gathered about, No better place could have been found for a baptism-apart from maybe Lake Reyksey in The Frozen Forest. At least that was the opinion of Queen Freja of Camelone, born as a member of the House of Bjork and brought into the House of Ui-Krieger by marriage to the High King of Camelone, Frederick. The Cathedral would be the place where her first children would be baptized. Little Ludwig and Ailish Ui-Krieger, the former of which destined to one day be High King of Camelone after his father. They made her heart swell with pride.

"You are my greatest fish Freja. Thank you for everything." Freja heard the familiar voice of her husband beside her. He spoke in her native Frozen Forestrian, though he didn't have quite the grasp that he thought he had. Granted he was much more fluent than he had been almost a year prior. Mixing up the words "fish" and "blessing" wasn't entirely uncommon among those learning the language. She knew enough to know what he was trying to say and made no mention of it. She turned towards him and spoke softly in Camelonean Gaelic. "Our children are my greatest blessing, but you are a close second." Freja smiled teasingly, her eyes drifting down to their children.

People would be passing them before long, to see the High King-His Wife and their children. The thought made her anxious-maternal instincts kicking in to tell her to hide her babies from the limelight. Of course that wouldn't do, but the feeling lingered. Since she had first come to Camelone, Freja had learned and adapted and could be called a proper Camelonean Queen. Unlike her husband with his Frozen Forestrian, she was able to practice her Camelonean Gaelic every day and was by now, more or less fluent. The Apostolic Catholic Church, once unfamiliar when compared to her Catholic Church, seemed less strange now that she had begun to attend mass in Camelone. Her conversion to the Faith was accompanied by a new staff of people to serve her. Her maidservant, Caitlin MacUirigh had been the most pleasant of them. Even in her home country, she had never met someone who was so happy and cheerful. The girl was scantly 18, and had been her closest friend since coming to Camelone. Alongside her was another constant-her bodyguard. Adhamh Ciarach had been in her service since about three months after she became pregnant, at her own insistence. Freja didn't like him particularly well, but he was good at his job.

"Our children are beautiful, aren't they?" Freja whispered to Frederick while looking down at Ludwig and Ailish.

Cnoc na Teamhrach Airport

Two planes with the flag of The Frozen Forest emblazoned on their flanks arrived at the Cnoc na Teamhrach Airport. The first was a private jet, expensive but seemingly older. From it departed three men of the House of Bjork, along with their entourage of 12 Bodyguards, 6 Maidservants, 3 Butlers, 2 Animal Handlers and a single official from the Communist Party. Departing from the second plane were workers carrying all manners of objects-gifts for the Royal Family of Camelone. The men carrying them were not part of the Royal Household and would be dismissed after the gifts were presented at the scheduled feast.

The three men strolled along the tarmac, allowing the workers to set about unloading their luggage and the gifts and anything else that was to be moved. The oldest wore a fine suit and had a huge white beard. He looked to be too old for his shoes, on the verge of infirmity. King Alvor of The Frozen Forest was making what could potentially be his last trip to Camelone. His time was coming and he knew it, so he counted his blessings that he was able to be in Camelone to see the baptism of his first grandchildren. As King Alvor clambored into a carriage, he was followed by a man with white hair but an air of relative youth about him. The Crown Prince, Ivan Bjork. He wore a suit less fine than his father's, but made up for it in his bright smile and cheerful disposition. Finally came Prince Ari, second in line for the throne and someone who could boast that they had once jousted against Ingeld Thorgeist, heir to the House of Thorgeist.

As the carriage pulled along towards their hotel, the men began to banter. "I almost thought you wouldn't be able to get into this thing, old man" Ari said, jeering at King Alvor who spat back a "I'm as strong as an ox." Their destination was a Tavern in the city that they had rented out entirely, with just enough room for the men and their entourage. They would stop there and check in with the inkeeper, then proceed to the Church, where the King and Queen were waiting.

Cnoc na Teamhrach Cathedral
"Yes they are, they are truly a blessing as well, and you know full well what I meant." Frederick said smiling down at his two little children "Can I say that both you and the children are the greatest blessing?" He asked with a chuckle kind of already knowing the answer. Before he could say anything else a noble came up and they exchanged a few pleasantries before he moved on and this would continue until the people themselves came, an old woman in particular was of note. She held Frederick's hand for some time and the two spoke quietly to each other, and it seemed that Frederick gave her a sort of blessing much to her joy.

This would continue for some time.



Cnoc na Teamhrach
Guiding the Frozen Forest delegation was a Gillisaite monk covered head to toe in his habit he seemed to not walk but glide and had only spoken his name and his duties in a short, curt, and wispy voice, he was Brother Bran. They to were escorted by a squad of Patriarch Guards. Besides that they would be lead through the hectic streets, the monk parting the crowds with his mere presence not even needing to raise his voice easily creating a path for the entourage. The Guards were more talkative and overtly friendly than there spiritual leader.
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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Sun Jun 09, 2019 11:43 am

Nuremberg International Airport
The fun part about being an absolute monarch, or one of the relatives of one, is that you're one of the few people in the world that can deploy troops to tell tabloid reporters to fuck off.
In this case, those troops were a 10-man squad from the 1. Chevaulegersregiment "Kaiser Nikolaus von Russland". Although long a 'light cavalry' regiment, in truth, in this day and age the light cavalry was often indistinguishable in weapons and tactics from their counterparts in the infantry. In fact, the only distinguishing feature was the 30-man squadron of no-shit cavalry(yes, on horses) that the regiment still maintained, and the presence of sabres in some formal dress uniforms.

Of course, this was all far from the mind of Irene von Wittelsbach. Currently her mind was churning over a different problem-how to ensure that the funds procured for the nascent Bavarian Navy(really a Coast Guard that had recently come into possession of 2 guided missile destroyers, but hey) were not wasted. The Bundesrepublik was, understandably, not happy about one of it's former states breaking away, overthrowing it's democratic government, and replacing it with a monarchy, and so the development of a navy-both a blue-water one to tie down the BDR's admittedly modest naval assets, and a brown-water one to support operations along the Danube in case of a war between Prussia-Poland and Germany.
Training. she decided. Yes, that was it. The navy had, for now, enough assets to sting the Germans-it was simply a question of using them well.
A tug at her arm broke her out of her thoughts. "Irene?"
She turned to see what was, for all intents and purposes, almost mirror-image of herself, except with green eyes, and younger. Much younger.
"Erika?" she responded. "You alright?"
The younger girl was silent for a little. "...is the food on planes as bad as they say it is?"
This drew a chuckle. "Well, it's not terrible. But then again, it could be better...not much different from MREs, to be honest..."
This seemed to satisfy Erika, and as they passed through the airport and boarded their plane, the two girls sank back into their own thoughts-Irene of policy and politics, and Erika of seeing her father again.

Within the hour, the 747 that was taking them to Camelone took off.

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Postby The Frozen Forest » Sun Jun 09, 2019 6:52 pm

Cnoc na Teamhrach Cathedral

Queen Freja nodded at Frederick. "I understand what you mean. You may only if i can do the same." She looked down to her children. Prince Ludwig was the spitting image of his father, even at so young an age the resemblance was undeniable. She thought back to her travels, back when she was the Princess of The Frozen Forest. She had seen many families and many mothers-then she couldn't have understood what she felt now. The love a mother could feel for her children-she knew it was far stronger than anything she could have imagined before.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a huge, burly man came before her. He had a beard that reached down to his chest and arms as thick as watermelons. Iàcob MacGaradh! She hadn't seen him since her first visit to Camelone, when she was first courting Frederick. She had defeated him in an arm-wrestling match at the Hraun Tavern-seeing him again took her aback. Looking at him again, she wondered if he had let her win back then, she doubted she had actually beat someone so strong. Iàcob would give Frederick a challenge. "Iàcob. It's so nice to see you. What are you doing in here?"

"Well look at you! Who taught you to speak Camelonean Gaelic? I was a bannerman of one of the Nobles here, he said i could come in and see you and the King and your little ones before i head back to the Tavern." Iàcob peered down at the Prince and Princess, his face awash with emotion. "They look just like their father, especially the Prince. You must be one proud mother? I ought to get moving now, so that the others can see you. Take care my Queen." Iàcob moved along to Frederick and then out of the Cathedral. Over the course of the next hour she would meet many people that she didn't know, but who belonged to Houses that she was familiar with.

Cnoc na Teamhrach

Sitting in the carriage with a monk and guards outside protecting them, the three Bjork's gradually settled. King Alvor was fighting sleep-he slept a lot in his old age-while the Crown Prince looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought. The youngest, Prince Ari, was working at a piece of wood with a knife. He was carving what looked to be a seal, not seeming to care that he was getting slices of wood all over the carriage floor.

"Are you two ever going to get married?" King Alvor pondered aloud, bluntly, looking at his two boys. He was met by silence and a look from the Gillisaite Monk. "I have lived been King for more years than you were alive, and i've been looking forwards to the day my sons have children of their own. To think that Freja of all people would have kids first." Ivan looked at the King hesitantly, as though lost for words. Ari seemed unconcerned-then again he was only just going into his 20's and still had plenty of time to pick a suitor for himself. His father's frustrations were more so directed at Ivan, who needed to have kids more than Ari did.

"When i find the right girl. I don't want to rush marriage. Besides, everyone the family has tried to pair me with has been a snob from one of the Noble Families. I want to love the woman i marry." Ivan said.

King Alvor met Ivan's eyes. He looked weary and fragile, more fragile than his children had ever seen him. He was half the man he was three months ago. "I don't have long, Ivan. I'm going to die and then you're going to be King-except that there will be challengers to you're claim on the throne. That's only made worse by the fact that you are still unwed at the age of 29. You need to be able to...to stand up and say to the people of our country that you are the King, and this is my Queen, and when i die, our child will come to the throne. I swear by Christ and The White Lady that if you don't find a spouse-a suitable spouse soon, i'm going to arrange for a marriage myself. Now-that girl from from Isafjor. Maria of House Torp, has been trying to get your attention for months. What's so wrong with her? Hm?"

"You can't be serious! Father, Maria? She's one of the most pompous people i've ever met. All she's interested in is pedigree and legacy."

"Maybe if you were more concerned about those things yourself, i would have grandchildren that would actually grow up to be Frozen Forestrians. I have raised three children, i will not die to only see the birth of two grandchildren. Either find a suitor for yourself or i will." King Alvor opened the carriage door and slipped out.

The Cathedral was massive and looked more like a castle than a place of worship. Ari took no notice but Ivan stopped to look at the huge structure. Admiring it and understanding it to be something that he would never get used to. The architecture of Camelone, its people and its culture. He would have to, the nation he was standing in happened to have become one of The Frozen Forest's most important allies. He followed after his brother and father as they came through the Cathedral doors.
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Postby Raven corps » Sun Jun 09, 2019 10:30 pm

Aboard the private aircraft of Colderon Jason Zion

You know father, you really shouldn't be surprised I found out and tagged along. Azuala controls the finances and I control personnel, someone was bound to notice you leaving. Besides this gives my a wonderful chance to do some shopping while you attend to some stuffy old christening for a child we don't even know. mentioned Alizee Zion as she methodically filed at one of her fingernails inspection it every so often attempting to making it as perfect as possible. A futile attempt as far as her father was concerned as she undoubtedly would just go to a stylist and have them done professionally, but it made her happy so why bother saying anythings about it.

I wasn't surprised... I was annoyed. There's a difference I assure you. said Colderon as he continued to read from his newspaper with his cigar and scotch sitting on the table next to him. Alizee smirked but didn't reply immediately, instead she waved over a server and took a glass of wine instead and took a sip licking off a drop from her lower lip then she spoke up.Have you heard from Azuala? I heard South Reinklistan is getting pretty tense.... Half a Garrison was ordered to the region on Aegies' orders. He caused me quite a headache with all of the paperwork for personnel transfers.

Again Colderon's response came without motion or eye contact. You shouldn't worry about your sister. She's quite capable, and she indeed has Aegies there to protect her. I'm sure this demonstrative force we are deploying will be suitable to the client to show the power we can field for the correct price. Colderon folded the paper and took the scotch in his hand and let the swirling amber liquid hold his intense silver eyed gaze. If it isn't enough, there's always the second option since the forces will already be in the area.

As the two sat in silence a voice came over the intercom of the aircraft.

Attention! Now on final approach to Camelone's Cnoc na Teamhrach International Airport. We should be landing soon and you are requsted to fasten your saftey belts during the landing.

Colderon glanced up at the sound of the intercom and complied with the requested giving Alizee a cold stare until she did as well.

In the cockpit two CSS trooper pilots where busy making final checks to the aircraft before getting permission and landing instructions.

Cross winds?- Minimal adjustment-Calibrated... Flaps and fins? All testing green. Engine control for reverse thrust braking? All tests green Landing gears? All test green.

The two pilots gave each other a thumbs up before the lead jumped on to the radio and contacted air traffic control.

Camelone Actual, Camelone Actual this is Raven Corporation aircraft designate KK-RC001. C.O. is Kornosia- We have 7 total souls on board two to depart. Requesting runway authorization and hanger access for secured disembarking.

The Camelone A.T.C. promptly responded. Roger KK-RC001 Runway is clear on lane 4 after landing take lane 4 to approach lane 5 to designated hanger. Welcome to Camelone.

As the aircraft descended and touched down Alizee looked out the window and got a little giddy. It was a fine country with many fine shops for her to spend money at. As the aircraft taxied into the hanger a traditional motorcade was present- likely her for them. Alizee... we are guests here. If I hear of any trouble you caused you will regret it. Alizee's normaly shipper smile faded into a serious expressionless face. Loud and clear. as he father passed she gave a slight bow and followed behind him as he stepped out from the aircraft to greet the delegations below.


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As the nobleman rises up again, Prince Michael showed an easy sign of approval."My pleasure, Lord Finkellson", said the prince humbly.Next, the Queen moved herself forward to speak."Lord Finkellson, I believe our little daughters would need some time to rest upon arrival.We'll head to our room for now, and on behalf of my family, I thank you for the warm welcome and the help your men are ready to provide".With that, several assistants of the hotel were summoned to help them carry their things to their respective room.As they were about to start moving towards their destination, Michael turned his head sideways and whispered to the Queen.Though she showed a bit of disapproval at the start, she finally agreed.Minutes passed, and they finally reached the front door of their room.Prince Michael then turns to his wife for approval and later to Lord Finkellson, "Well sir, I'm sorry but I will have to excuse myself for a moment".Before going, Michael cautiously puts his daughter Madeline, who is wide awake on Catherine's arms unlike her sister Catherine who is somehow still asleep.
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Postby Haring Bayang Katagalugan » Mon Jun 10, 2019 2:39 am

July 10, 2019 | Skies of Camelone...

It was a relief that he can finally take a break from all the abundance of stress, intense work, and especially the heat. He can experience once again the cold breeze of the European weather rather then the tropical heat of Haring Bayang Katagalugan. It was all almost perfect enough for it to be a vacation for Supremo Cuerpo to let go of all worries, but there are still things that bother him and most importantly, his bodyguards.

"Kailangan mo ba talaga pumunta Supremo? Dilikado po eh" asked one of Supremo Cuerpo's bodyguard.
(Translation: Do you really have to go Supremo? It's dangerous sir.)

Supremo Cuerpo smiled at the bodyguard and replied...

"Eh may magagawa pa ba tayo? Nan dito na tayo. Wag ka mag alala, walang masama mangyayari. "
(Translation: Is there anything we could do now? We're already here. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen.)

Even though he said that to his bodyguard to insure him that things will all go well, he was also worried as well. He knew these people he would meet, the royal families and etc., wouldn't look at him with a positive view due to him being a leader of a socialist country and a communist party, but that shouldn't discourage him. He knew that this was a chance to give his nation a better image of itself to foreign nations. Haring Bayang Katagalugan is not some backward country. It was a nation proud of its history and the will of everyone to help each other with great education and healthcare.

"Supremo" called the bodyguard.

"Nandito na po tayo"
(Translation: We're here)

Supremo Cuerpo peered through the plane's window and saw the city form above. It was a magnificent sight. The streets could be seen filled with people cheering and celebrating the royal baptism. Even from the plane you can see the joy the people are experiencing. The sight was enough to make the Supremo excited for the baptism. As soon as plane landed at Cnoc na Teamhrach International Airport, his body guards began their protocol to insure that the delegations where there and all is safe for the Supremo to exit the plane.

"Ok na po Supremo!" said the bodyguard.
(Translation: Its ok now Supremo!)

As Supremo Cuerpo, in his military uniform, walked to the exit of the plane, he stopped. He took a deep breath for a few seconds to feel the breeze, he gave a salute to the delegation as he continued to walk down the stairs, smiled, offered his hand for a handshake, and said...

"It's a wonderful day isn't it kaibigan?"
(Translation: It's a wonderful day isn't it friend?)

OOC: The gifts are animals, 2 baby Tarsiers. So where do I put them? Do I give them to the delegation or??
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Camelone wrote:Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
Greeting the Kuronami delegation was a squad of Patriarch Guards in their grey uniforms, grey trousers with a gold trim on the pant legs with a grey military jacket neatly tucked into their trousers, a white cape over their left shoulders emblazoned with the crest of the Apostolic Catholic Church, and a simple black kepi on their head. At their side hung a club and pistol with which their hands casually rested on as they made sure to keep a respectful perimeter. Leading the squad was a monk from the Brandnite orders, the sides of his head were shaved leaving only something that looked like a mohawk which turned into a ponytail of sorts in the back. The monk was a large burly man with a long beard neatly groomed, a stout iron cross hung around his neck and stood out compared to his simple black cassock which gracefully glided along the ground.

"Your Imperial Majesty?" The monk asked with a deep bow. "We have been ordered to escort you to the Cathedral if you would permit us. It would be a great honor. I am Brother Seraphim by the way, excuse me for forgetting to lead with that necessary information." Seraphim ended with a little chuckle as he righted his back once more. All around the Cameloneans moved about but even through this shuffling and pushing they were kept far away from the Kuronami Empress by a few other of the Patriarch Guards.



"Brother, how nice it is to meet you." Fine greeted "Thank you kindly for the escort, I'd be glad to have you as my guide. And this is Bianca Redford she's my guard." She introduced and Bianca gave a small nod of acknowledgement.

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Queen Freja nodded at Frederick. "I understand what you mean. You may only if i can do the same." She looked down to her children. Prince Ludwig was the spitting image of his father, even at so young an age the resemblance was undeniable. She thought back to her travels, back when she was the Princess of The Frozen Forest. She had seen many families and many mothers-then she couldn't have understood what she felt now. The love a mother could feel for her children-she knew it was far stronger than anything she could have imagined before.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a huge, burly man came before her. He had a beard that reached down to his chest and arms as thick as watermelons. Iàcob MacGaradh! She hadn't seen him since her first visit to Camelone, when she was first courting Frederick. She had defeated him in an arm-wrestling match at the Hraun Tavern-seeing him again took her aback. Looking at him again, she wondered if he had let her win back then, she doubted she had actually beat someone so strong. Iàcob would give Frederick a challenge. "Iàcob. It's so nice to see you. What are you doing in here?"

"Well look at you! Who taught you to speak Camelonean Gaelic? I was a bannerman of one of the Nobles here, he said i could come in and see you and the King and your little ones before i head back to the Tavern." Iàcob peered down at the Prince and Princess, his face awash with emotion. "They look just like their father, especially the Prince. You must be one proud mother? I ought to get moving now, so that the others can see you. Take care my Queen." Iàcob moved along to Frederick and then out of the Cathedral. Over the course of the next hour she would meet many people that she didn't know, but who belonged to Houses that she was familiar with.

Cnoc na Teamhrach

Sitting in the carriage with a monk and guards outside protecting them, the three Bjork's gradually settled. King Alvor was fighting sleep-he slept a lot in his old age-while the Crown Prince looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought. The youngest, Prince Ari, was working at a piece of wood with a knife. He was carving what looked to be a seal, not seeming to care that he was getting slices of wood all over the carriage floor.

"Are you two ever going to get married?" King Alvor pondered aloud, bluntly, looking at his two boys. He was met by silence and a look from the Gillisaite Monk. "I have lived been King for more years than you were alive, and i've been looking forwards to the day my sons have children of their own. To think that Freja of all people would have kids first." Ivan looked at the King hesitantly, as though lost for words. Ari seemed unconcerned-then again he was only just going into his 20's and still had plenty of time to pick a suitor for himself. His father's frustrations were more so directed at Ivan, who needed to have kids more than Ari did.

"When i find the right girl. I don't want to rush marriage. Besides, everyone the family has tried to pair me with has been a snob from one of the Noble Families. I want to love the woman i marry." Ivan said.

King Alvor met Ivan's eyes. He looked weary and fragile, more fragile than his children had ever seen him. He was half the man he was three months ago. "I don't have long, Ivan. I'm going to die and then you're going to be King-except that there will be challengers to you're claim on the throne. That's only made worse by the fact that you are still unwed at the age of 29. You need to be able to...to stand up and say to the people of our country that you are the King, and this is my Queen, and when i die, our child will come to the throne. I swear by Christ and The White Lady that if you don't find a spouse-a suitable spouse soon, i'm going to arrange for a marriage myself. Now-that girl from from Isafjor. Maria of House Torp, has been trying to get your attention for months. What's so wrong with her? Hm?"

"You can't be serious! Father, Maria? She's one of the most pompous people i've ever met. All she's interested in is pedigree and legacy."

"Maybe if you were more concerned about those things yourself, i would have grandchildren that would actually grow up to be Frozen Forestrians. I have raised three children, i will not die to only see the birth of two grandchildren. Either find a suitor for yourself or i will." King Alvor opened the carriage door and slipped out.

The Cathedral was massive and looked more like a castle than a place of worship. Ari took no notice but Ivan stopped to look at the huge structure. Admiring it and understanding it to be something that he would never get used to. The architecture of Camelone, its people and its culture. He would have to, the nation he was standing in happened to have become one of The Frozen Forest's most important allies. He followed after his brother and father as they came through the Cathedral doors.

Cathedral of Cnoc na Teamhrach
The Guards upon noticing that the Frozen Forest royal family had arrived immediately sprung into action and silently began parting the crowd whispering that the Queen's family had arrived, which was enough to silence any protest. A Guard with his kepi underneath his arm silently bowed to the royal family before leading them towards where Frederick and Freja were. High above them in the domes the smoke from the incense swirled around lazily as the numerous chants at the many side chapels merged into one another in a unique but peaceful harmony.

Frederick couldn't help but smile at his father-in-law and his brothers-in-law when he noticed them nodding at them in recognition as he excused himself from his the noble who he had just been talking to. "The Lord be praised for your safe travels my oath-kin. How are you?"

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You know father, you really shouldn't be surprised I found out and tagged along. Azuala controls the finances and I control personnel, someone was bound to notice you leaving. Besides this gives my a wonderful chance to do some shopping while you attend to some stuffy old christening for a child we don't even know. mentioned Alizee Zion as she methodically filed at one of her fingernails inspection it every so often attempting to making it as perfect as possible. A futile attempt as far as her father was concerned as she undoubtedly would just go to a stylist and have them done professionally, but it made her happy so why bother saying anythings about it.

I wasn't surprised... I was annoyed. There's a difference I assure you. said Colderon as he continued to read from his newspaper with his cigar and scotch sitting on the table next to him. Alizee smirked but didn't reply immediately, instead she waved over a server and took a glass of wine instead and took a sip licking off a drop from her lower lip then she spoke up.Have you heard from Azuala? I heard South Reinklistan is getting pretty tense.... Half a Garrison was ordered to the region on Aegies' orders. He caused me quite a headache with all of the paperwork for personnel transfers.

Again Colderon's response came without motion or eye contact. You shouldn't worry about your sister. She's quite capable, and she indeed has Aegies there to protect her. I'm sure this demonstrative force we are deploying will be suitable to the client to show the power we can field for the correct price. Colderon folded the paper and took the scotch in his hand and let the swirling amber liquid hold his intense silver eyed gaze. If it isn't enough, there's always the second option since the forces will already be in the area.

As the two sat in silence a voice came over the intercom of the aircraft.

Attention! Now on final approach to Camelone's Cnoc na Teamhrach International Airport. We should be landing soon and you are requsted to fasten your saftey belts during the landing.

Colderon glanced up at the sound of the intercom and complied with the requested giving Alizee a cold stare until she did as well.

In the cockpit two CSS trooper pilots where busy making final checks to the aircraft before getting permission and landing instructions.

Cross winds?- Minimal adjustment-Calibrated... Flaps and fins? All testing green. Engine control for reverse thrust braking? All tests green Landing gears? All test green.

The two pilots gave each other a thumbs up before the lead jumped on to the radio and contacted air traffic control.

Camelone Actual, Camelone Actual this is Raven Corporation aircraft designate KK-RC001. C.O. is Kornosia- We have 7 total souls on board two to depart. Requesting runway authorization and hanger access for secured disembarking.

The Camelone A.T.C. promptly responded. Roger KK-RC001 Runway is clear on lane 4 after landing take lane 4 to approach lane 5 to designated hanger. Welcome to Camelone.

As the aircraft descended and touched down Alizee looked out the window and got a little giddy. It was a fine country with many fine shops for her to spend money at. As the aircraft taxied into the hanger a traditional motorcade was present- likely her for them. Alizee... we are guests here. If I hear of any trouble you caused you will regret it. Alizee's normaly shipper smile faded into a serious expressionless face. Loud and clear. as he father passed she gave a slight bow and followed behind him as he stepped out from the aircraft to greet the delegations below.

Cnoc na Teamhrach International Airport
Leading the squad of Patriarch Guards was a Gillisaite monk, his burial shroud habit hung loosely around him and held in place at the waist by a simple black cincture, light blue eyes could hardly be made out from behind the fabric as the monk approached. A wooden Celtic Cross hung around his neck intricately designed with Celtic knots and beyond that nothing was noteworthy besides being a Gillisaite monk.

In a rather strong and youthful voice the monk spoke to them "Good tidings to you honored guests. I am Brother Elijah of the Order of St. Gilliosa and your personal attache for your time here in the High Kingdom of Camelone. If it be your wish we can embark to the cathedral directly." Brother Elijah said introducing himself with a bow before straightening back up.

Icadias wrote:As the nobleman rises up again, Prince Michael showed an easy sign of approval."My pleasure, Lord Finkellson", said the prince humbly.Next, the Queen moved herself forward to speak."Lord Finkellson, I believe our little daughters would need some time to rest upon arrival.We'll head to our room for now, and on behalf of my family, I thank you for the warm welcome and the help your men are ready to provide".With that, several assistants of the hotel were summoned to help them carry their things to their respective room.As they were about to start moving towards their destination, Michael turned his head sideways and whispered to the Queen.Though she showed a bit of disapproval at the start, she finally agreed.Minutes passed, and they finally reached the front door of their room.Prince Michael then turns to his wife for approval and later to Lord Finkellson, "Well sir, I'm sorry but I will have to excuse myself for a moment".Before going, Michael cautiously puts his daughter Madeline, who is wide awake on Catherine's arms unlike her sister Catherine who is somehow still asleep.

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"You are most welcome and I am exceptionally pleased at being being able to serve you." Lord Finkellson said as he escorted the group up to their rooms, a little curious about the whispering which was happening but that not being his business he ignored it even occurring to the best of his abilities. If it was something to truly worry about the Royal Inquisition would pick up on it or the Royal Hawks so he had nothing to truly worry about, plus they're royalty not some random teasa.

"Of course sir." The lord responded to Prince Michael's request before he turned to look at the Queen. "Are we to wait here m'lady?"

Haring Bayang Katagalugan wrote: July 10, 2019 | Skies of Camelone...

It was a relief that he can finally take a break from all the abundance of stress, intense work, and especially the heat. He can experience once again the cold breeze of the European weather rather then the tropical heat of Haring Bayang Katagalugan. It was all almost perfect enough for it to be a vacation for Supremo Cuerpo to let go of all worries, but there are still things that bother him and most importantly, his bodyguards.

"Kailangan mo ba talaga pumunta Supremo? Dilikado po eh" asked one of Supremo Cuerpo's bodyguard.
(Translation: Do you really have to go Supremo? It's dangerous sir.)

Supremo Cuerpo smiled at the bodyguard and replied...

"Eh may magagawa pa ba tayo? Nan dito na tayo. Wag ka mag alala, walang masama mangyayari. "
(Translation: Is there anything we could do now? We're already here. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen.)

Even though he said that to his bodyguard to insure him that things will all go well, he was also worried as well. He knew these people he would meet, the royal families and etc., wouldn't look at him with a positive view due to him being a leader of a socialist country and a communist party, but that shouldn't discourage him. He knew that this was a chance to give his nation a better image of itself to foreign nations. Haring Bayang Katagalugan is not some backward country. It was a nation proud of its history and the will of everyone to help each other with great education and healthcare.

"Supremo" called the bodyguard.

"Nandito na po tayo"
(Translation: We're here)

Supremo Cuerpo peered through the plane's window and saw the city form above. It was a magnificent sight. The streets could be seen filled with people cheering and celebrating the royal baptism. Even from the plane you can see the joy the people are experiencing. The sight was enough to make the Supremo excited for the baptism. As soon as plane landed at Cnoc na Teamhrach International Airport, his body guards began their protocol to insure that the delegations where there and all is safe for the Supremo to exit the plane.

"Ok na po Supremo!" said the bodyguard.
(Translation: Its ok now Supremo!)

As Supremo Cuerpo, in his military uniform, walked to the exit of the plane, he stopped. He took a deep breath for a few seconds to feel the breeze, he gave a salute to the delegation as he continued to walk down the stairs, smiled, offered his hand for a handshake, and said...

"It's a wonderful day isn't it kaibigan?"
(Translation: It's a wonderful day isn't it friend?)

OOC: The gifts are animals, 2 baby Tarsiers. So where do I put them? Do I give them to the delegation or??

Cnoc na Teamhrach International Airport
Cnoc na Teamhrach was a city of tombs so it would not be all that surprising that once more a delegation would be greeted by a Gillisaite monk, the burial shroud habit made it nearly impossible to the outlines of the monks eyes. There was nothing truly remarkable about the monk except that he looked strong underneath his shroud. "Indeed sir it is a wonderful day." The monk said shaking the Supremo Cuerpo's hand before stepping back and bowing "I am Brother Lazarus of the Order of St. Gilliosa and caretaker of the tomb of St-King Earnan Ui-Krieger the Martyr. I have been assigned to be your attache for your stay here in the High Kingdom of Camelone. If you have any questions please feel free to ask and my men can take care of any gifts you have for the royal family and can bring your luggage to your rooms. Besides that I can escort you to the cathedral." Brother Lazarus said before righting himself back up again and seeming like he was looking at the Supremo Cuerpo.

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Camelone wrote:Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
Greeting the Kuronami delegation was a squad of Patriarch Guards in their grey uniforms, grey trousers with a gold trim on the pant legs with a grey military jacket neatly tucked into their trousers, a white cape over their left shoulders emblazoned with the crest of the Apostolic Catholic Church, and a simple black kepi on their head. At their side hung a club and pistol with which their hands casually rested on as they made sure to keep a respectful perimeter. Leading the squad was a monk from the Brandnite orders, the sides of his head were shaved leaving only something that looked like a mohawk which turned into a ponytail of sorts in the back. The monk was a large burly man with a long beard neatly groomed, a stout iron cross hung around his neck and stood out compared to his simple black cassock which gracefully glided along the ground.

"Your Imperial Majesty?" The monk asked with a deep bow. "We have been ordered to escort you to the Cathedral if you would permit us. It would be a great honor. I am Brother Seraphim by the way, excuse me for forgetting to lead with that necessary information." Seraphim ended with a little chuckle as he righted his back once more. All around the Cameloneans moved about but even through this shuffling and pushing they were kept far away from the Kuronami Empress by a few other of the Patriarch Guards.


"Brother, how nice it is to meet you." Fine greeted "Thank you kindly for the escort, I'd be glad to have you as my guide. And this is Bianca Redford she's my guard." She introduced and Bianca gave a small nod of acknowledgement.

Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
"A pleasure to meet you both." Brother Seraphim said earnestly with a kind smile directed towards Bianca. "If you would follow me please we can depart at once to the cathedral. If you have any questions about anything you see please feel free to ask me for I am here at your service in the name of High King Cyneric II and the most virtuous Patriarch." He continued before he turned and began to leave the train station the Patriarch Guards forming a moving perimeter to escort the Empress out of the train station and others dispatched to grab their luggage.

Outside the train station was their ride, a simple automobile with a few motorcycles around it which the Patriarch Guards mounted. Brother Seraphim held the vehicles door open to allow the two inside.
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The fun part about being an absolute monarch, or one of the relatives of one, is that you're one of the few people in the world that can deploy troops to tell tabloid reporters to fuck off.
In this case, those troops were a 10-man squad from the 1. Chevaulegersregiment "Kaiser Nikolaus von Russland". Although long a 'light cavalry' regiment, in truth, in this day and age the light cavalry was often indistinguishable in weapons and tactics from their counterparts in the infantry. In fact, the only distinguishing feature was the 30-man squadron of no-shit cavalry(yes, on horses) that the regiment still maintained, and the presence of sabres in some formal dress uniforms.

Of course, this was all far from the mind of Irene von Wittelsbach. Currently her mind was churning over a different problem-how to ensure that the funds procured for the nascent Bavarian Navy(really a Coast Guard that had recently come into possession of 2 guided missile destroyers, but hey) were not wasted. The Bundesrepublik was, understandably, not happy about one of it's former states breaking away, overthrowing it's democratic government, and replacing it with a monarchy, and so the development of a navy-both a blue-water one to tie down the BDR's admittedly modest naval assets, and a brown-water one to support operations along the Danube in case of a war between Prussia-Poland and Germany.
Training. she decided. Yes, that was it. The navy had, for now, enough assets to sting the Germans-it was simply a question of using them well.
A tug at her arm broke her out of her thoughts. "Irene?"
She turned to see what was, for all intents and purposes, almost mirror-image of herself, except with green eyes, and younger. Much younger.
"Erika?" she responded. "You alright?"
The younger girl was silent for a little. "...is the food on planes as bad as they say it is?"
This drew a chuckle. "Well, it's not terrible. But then again, it could be better...not much different from MREs, to be honest..."
This seemed to satisfy Erika, and as they passed through the airport and boarded their plane, the two girls sank back into their own thoughts-Irene of policy and politics, and Erika of seeing her father again.

Within the hour, the 747 that was taking them to Camelone took off.

OOC: Not exactly my best writing, but it'll do, I suppose. Waiting for Danceria to post before I go in.

The father in question would arrive quicker than previously thought, for a silver haired man would smile and stride over to the two blondes after a terse discussion with the two Vanguardians that Erika had come to acquaint herself with during her stay in Yggdrasilia. “Erika!” the Dancerian King smiled, “How’s my baby girl?” he would begin to embrace the younger of the two, smiling at the older. “Good to meet you, Princess. Hope I'm not too late for the flight...”
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Alvor proffered his hand to shake, a smile illuminating his lips briefly-though quite buried beneath his thick white beard. The room was colder than what was comfortable for the normal person, but considerably warm compared to Truvaria on a normal day. A few people in the room were looking at the trio of men with a curiosity he understood quite well. It was the way someone peered at a strange new animal, or a man whose reputation preceded him. It was of admiration or fascination, more often than not it was the latter. His garb wasn't so unusual as to arouse such looks, he was wearing the same jacket that he had worn for years, grey and comfortable. They must know who the three were, there really wasn't any other reason.

"A weariness is biting at my bones and i'm nearly on death's door. I'm going blind in one eye and i have lost feeling in the pinkie of my left hand. My sons are unmarried, my heir almost thirty years old. Our plane took off thirty minutes late and we accidentally left behind one of our maidservants." The old man grumbled, eyes focused solely on Frederick. "But i'm here in Camelone to see my son in law and my daughter-and my first two magnificent grandchildren. So i would say that i am doing very well today. How are you, High King Cyneric?

Ivan drifted to Freja, letting the two Kings talk about palace intrigue-or whatever it was that Kings liked to talk about. He looked down at Freja, who peered up at him in amusement. "Don't stare, it's rude. How are you doing Ivan, it's been far too long?" Freja asked.

Ivan still had yet to get over the altercation that he had with his father in the carriage only a few minutes prior. He looked about at the Church that surrounded them. It was very Celtic in appearance, but that was to be expected wasn't it? He turned to Freja, gesturing to his father with a swish of his hand. "I'm well i suppose. Father is growing more upset every day though-he says i have to find a wife soon or he would find one for me. He doesn't understand that i want to marry for love. Don't you Freja? Didn't you marry Frederick because you loved him?"

Her face screwed up as she contemplated the question. "Well, actually i was forced to come to Camelone. I only fell in love with Frederick as i came to know him-but the circumstances of our courtship were because of father's intervention-sending me here. I think you will find love no matter who you marry, Ivan, you should just listen to father and find someone you can live with. Let love sprout from that."

Ari slipped around those who were speaking and to the two small infants that were to be baptized. He looked down at them curiously, they didn't quite resemble their mother that much-maybe a little, but they were certainly Frederick's children. Ari still couldn't believe that he was an Uncle, that the two little fellows before his eyes were his blood. It was surreal, but heartbreaking. They would be raised Camelonean-as it should be-but would be a part of House Ui-Krieger, their allegiance to the home of their father. The boys were his blood, but they weren't the same as if he or Ivan were to have kids.

He felt the familiar tinge of nationalistic pride run through him. "I hope you two become strong and hardy as you grow up. Just like your grandpa and your uncles" he mumbled to them too quietly for anyone around to hear. He straightened up and came alongside his father-who was speaking with King Frederick.
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Postby Terfelia » Tue Jun 11, 2019 4:00 am

This text means that the characters are speaking their native language, Terfelian Welsh


10 July 2019
Cnoc na Teamhrach Airport


It is currently winter down in Terfelia, being that it is located within the Southern Hemisphere. With the approaching promise of a warm summer, despite a little bit of the cold, the presidential couple held a smile that held an invisible, yet tangible picture of the season's blissful paraphernalia, and arriving at the country exceeded it.

Arianwen took one look at the window, and a smile formed on her face.

"Look, my love. Isn't it beautiful," she pointed out.

"Oh, yes," Iestyn nodded with his mouth looking somewhat like a kiss, "It definitely is. And magical," he then said with a tangible, but petite, touch of happiness.

"Do try to relax, love. After all, we are away from all the annoying banter in the capital, right?"

"Yes, right," he nodded more quickly.

As the plane touched the tarmac, the couple prepared to rise up from their seats. Arianwen had eagerness glowing on her visage like pure luminescence on a candlelight, while Iestyn cleared his throat just silent enough for his spouse to not turn her face towards. The engines then fell silent, and they were off to foreign ground.
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Postby Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Tue Jun 11, 2019 8:29 am

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Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Nuremberg International Airport
The fun part about being an absolute monarch, or one of the relatives of one, is that you're one of the few people in the world that can deploy troops to tell tabloid reporters to fuck off.
In this case, those troops were a 10-man squad from the 1. Chevaulegersregiment "Kaiser Nikolaus von Russland". Although long a 'light cavalry' regiment, in truth, in this day and age the light cavalry was often indistinguishable in weapons and tactics from their counterparts in the infantry. In fact, the only distinguishing feature was the 30-man squadron of no-shit cavalry(yes, on horses) that the regiment still maintained, and the presence of sabres in some formal dress uniforms.

Of course, this was all far from the mind of Irene von Wittelsbach. Currently her mind was churning over a different problem-how to ensure that the funds procured for the nascent Bavarian Navy(really a Coast Guard that had recently come into possession of 2 guided missile destroyers, but hey) were not wasted. The Bundesrepublik was, understandably, not happy about one of it's former states breaking away, overthrowing it's democratic government, and replacing it with a monarchy, and so the development of a navy-both a blue-water one to tie down the BDR's admittedly modest naval assets, and a brown-water one to support operations along the Danube in case of a war between Prussia-Poland and Germany.
Training. she decided. Yes, that was it. The navy had, for now, enough assets to sting the Germans-it was simply a question of using them well.
A tug at her arm broke her out of her thoughts. "Irene?"
She turned to see what was, for all intents and purposes, almost mirror-image of herself, except with green eyes, and younger. Much younger.
"Erika?" she responded. "You alright?"
The younger girl was silent for a little. "...is the food on planes as bad as they say it is?"
This drew a chuckle. "Well, it's not terrible. But then again, it could be better...not much different from MREs, to be honest..."
This seemed to satisfy Erika, and as they passed through the airport and boarded their plane, the two girls sank back into their own thoughts-Irene of policy and politics, and Erika of seeing her father again.

Within the hour, the 747 that was taking them to Camelone took off.

OOC: Not exactly my best writing, but it'll do, I suppose. Waiting for Danceria to post before I go in.

The father in question would arrive quicker than previously thought, for a silver haired man would smile and stride over to the two blondes after a terse discussion with the two Vanguardians that Erika had come to acquaint herself with during her stay in Yggdrasilia. “Erika!” the Dancerian King smiled, “How’s my baby girl?” he would begin to embrace the younger of the two, smiling at the older. “Good to meet you, Princess. Hope I'm not too late for the flight...”

He would feel a heavy impact to the stomach as Erika tackled him. "Father!" she shouted, as she began to give him a bear hug. "You're here!"

Irene laughed and shook her head. "No, we're technically early. How are you?"
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Postby The Chuck » Tue Jun 11, 2019 9:15 am

Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station

Jonathan was deep in concentration adding the finishing touches to the silver receiver of the shotgun he was working with. When the young man spoke, it broke Jonathan's deep in thought gaze and he looked up with a smile at the young man in front of him.

"Hello sir, I'm working on this piece of metal as part of my soon to be profession. As you can see, I actually have been engraving it these past couple of hours."

With that, he shook the metallic shavings from the receiver and used a piece of paper to deposit the shavings into a small vial on the table. After all, he wasn't about to waste precious silver even when traveling.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is your name? I am Jonathan McAllister of Clan McAllister of the nation known as The Chuck to many."

As he spoke, he stood up and extended his hand towards the man. Jonathan figured with the varying viewpoints on firearms to deliberately exclude the part where it was the receiver to a hunting shotgun in the conversation so far.
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Postby Kuronami » Tue Jun 11, 2019 9:45 am

Camelone wrote:Cnoc na Teamhrach Train Station
"A pleasure to meet you both." Brother Seraphim said earnestly with a kind smile directed towards Bianca. "If you would follow me please we can depart at once to the cathedral. If you have any questions about anything you see please feel free to ask me for I am here at your service in the name of High King Cyneric II and the most virtuous Patriarch." He continued before he turned and began to leave the train station the Patriarch Guards forming a moving perimeter to escort the Empress out of the train station and others dispatched to grab their luggage.

Outside the train station was their ride, a simple automobile with a few motorcycles around it which the Patriarch Guards mounted. Brother Seraphim held the vehicles door open to allow the two inside.



"Thank you very much. We will be sure to ask if any questions or concerns come up. For now I think we're in good good hands. So if you'd please." she nodded allowing him to lead the way down to the vehicle that was awaiting him. The two entered the vehicle, Fine thanking as they entered. Bianca took in their surroundings to assess everything as she was trained and she could tell, they were in good hands to be sure.

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Postby Terfelia » Tue Jun 11, 2019 1:15 pm

Cnoc na Teamhrach

This peculiar couple continues to stroll around the small city for its rumored source of the eerie glow that word has spread throughout this foreign country. However, it is Brychan that is clearly showing more excitement than Carwen, with constant mutters that possess words of dire confidence and breaths that would make him seen by one ordinary person, even his girlfriend, as a crazy person loose from an asylum but in a more normal mask. Carwen could only keep her emotional and mental composure and her love for the poor fellow in her palms as much as possible, despite Brychan picking out any path he could find without consulting his dead phone and even her advice. Much to her elevated aggravation, she drags him to a nearby alleyway to reason with him, snapping Brychan into the more palpable realm of reality. After much apologies from Brychan, they head to a nearby cafe to relieve themselves of the rather intense charade.

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Postby Icadias » Thu Jun 13, 2019 12:47 am

As the lord turned to her, Catherine politely responded."Ah, no need.He has some important errands to finish.I'll put my daughters to rest for now, thank you again".After politely bowing her head a little as a sign of respect, she and her daughters excitedly entered their lavishly made room.Expectedly, as the queen's eldest daughter Catherine lets a gleeful scream of excitement, the queen politely shushed her little daughter before putting her other daughter, the 4 months old Madeline to rest on the large comfy bed provided.After making sure that her daughters would not run amok for a moment, she walked over to the open door, facing the lord directly, "Thank you again sir, and if there's anything else in ready for us, we would appreciate it very greatly".
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