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Christmas in Excalbia (Semi-Open, See First Post!)

Postby Excalbia » Wed Dec 18, 2024 1:04 pm

OOC: Rather than doing a separate OOC thread, I decided to simply use this first post to set the rules and provide background information.

First, this is OPEN to members of the Western Atlantic and those players that have an RP history with me. And SEMI-OPEN to others. If you fall into the second category and would like to participate, please send a telegram to me (Excalbia) and wait for a response.

Second, this is a peaceful, diplomatic, character-focused RP. It is set in the 19th century baroque Imperial Palace in Citadel Excalbia, the capital of the Holy Empire of Excalbia. This is a modern, constitutional monarchy. So, please do not bring armed escorts, gunships, etc.

Third, this is a formal event, so the dress code is formal gown, white tie, mess dress military uniforms or equivalent national dress.

Finally, my second post will set the scene, explain how guests would have been introduced and introduce your hosts - the Imperial Family. So, there will be no need for an arrival post; simply join the festivities in progress and have fun!

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Postby Excalbia » Wed Dec 18, 2024 1:05 pm

The Imperial Palace
Citadel Excalbia, Excalbia

The Emperor’s Annual Christmas Ball was one of the three highlights of the Excalbian social season, with the other two being Midsummer and the Emperor’s Birthday. Everyone who considered themselves part of the nation’s elite expected to attend, as did many foreign officials and public figures.

As guests arrived at the Southern Gate of the Palace, they would have noticed candles in every window and generous drapes of evergreen and holly garland. Every window sported a wreath, including the massive doors of the Gate, which were propped open for the occasion.

Guests were met at the Gate by stewards in great coats and fur caps who opened their car doors and directed them to the glass doors beyond the Gate. Just inside the doors, other stewards in white tie waited to take coats, check invitations and discreetly check pronunciations before handing them off to colleagues, who walked them down the hallway towards the Great Hall.

The hallway was decorated with rows of Christmas trees and more garland hung from the ceiling. Upon arrival at the Great Hall, the escorts gestured for the guests to enter as another steward announced them into the room.

Among the last arrivals were those near the top of the Exclabian Order of Precedence.

“His Excellency, Paul Akoak, the Imperial Chancellor and Mrs. Akoak,” the steward said.

“His Eminence, the Right Reverend Dainis Nilson, the Presiding Bishop of the Church of Excalbia and Mrs. Nilson.”

A few others - the King of Jariah, the Sultan of Zatsina and a few members of the Imperial Family followed.

Inside the Great Hall, the guests were received by stewards bearing glasses of champagne, hot mulled wine and other drinks. Exquisite decorations seemed to hang everywhere, illuminated by candles and subtle lighting. In the corners stood towering Christmas trees and on the balcony above the north entrance to the Hall, the Imperial Army band played a selection of Christmas carols.

After everyone had arrived and had the opportunity to take a glass of some beverage, the sound of instrumental Christmas carols faded and silence came over the room. The double doors under the balcony opened and the Army trumpters played ruffles and flourishes.

A steward stepped out and loudly proclaimed, “Her Imperial Highness, Elizabeth, Crown Prince of Excalbia, Princess of Liela Augstiene, Sovereign of Langelais.” The 19-year old princess entered the Hall wearing a floor length gown in bright, sparkling blue with a slit up the side that might have been considered by some daring for the Heir to the Sword. She wore a diamond necklace and tiara, and her long hair was styled up with long wisps falling to either side. She smiled and stepped to her left.

Ruffles and flourishes played again, this time followed by the first two bars of the Imperial March, the Excalbian national anthem. After the music stopped, the steward announced, “His Imperial Majesty, Joseph, Lord of Valmiera, Grand Duke of Saulcrasti, King in the Citadel,
Defender of the Faith and Temporal Head of the Church of Excalbia, Guardian of the Upper and Lower Lands, Heir of the Sword of Alsgood, by the Grace of God Emperor of Excalbia.”

He paused for a moment, then continued, “And Her Imperial Majesty, Anna, Lady of Valmiera, Grand Duchess of Saulkrasti, Queen in the Citadel, Empress of Excalbia.”

Emperor Joseph, dressed in the mess dress uniform of the Imperial Army, with a blue sash and an impressive array of medals across his chest, entered the Hall with Empress Anna on his arm. They stepped to their right and the Emperor smiled and nodded.

“Your Majesties, Your Highnesses, Your Eminences, Your Excellencies, my Lords and Ladies, and gentlemen,” the Emperor said holding aloft a glass of champagne that had almost invisibly been handed to him by a steward, “welcome to our home. Thank you for joining us as we celebrate this holy season. It is truly a time for peace and goodwill to all, and for remembering family and friends. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.”

The guests raised their glasses and replied. Then, the Emperor and his family sipped their champagne. “Enjoy,” he said, as the Army band resumed its selection of instrumental music and stewards began passing through the crowd with trays of food.

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Postby Xirnium » Fri Dec 20, 2024 1:20 am

“You seem unusually chill, Lisa,” said Pénélope, XXIII Viscountess zy Valtâriel, her voice edged with suspicion. “What are you doing? Vipassana? Transcendental Meditation? Runic meditation?”

She wore a flamingo pink, bias-cut silk organza slip dress by Edwige Nalôrna, its deep V-neck framed by thin shoulder straps finished with gold-plated hardware. The shimmering fabric caught the flicker of candlelight in the Great Hall, cascading into an exaggerated fluted hem that spilled into an expansive train.

Élisabeth, XIV Baroness Alatêgiel, took a measured sip of her bellini. “I switched to a new antidepressant. It’s called Lucitrix,” she said.

Discovered in early MMMDCCXCIX Bright Era, Lucidrol K-N was sold commercially by JuvenePharm Therapeutics, Inc., as Lucitrix. Belonging to a new generation of antidepressants, the drug worked by promoting serotonin release through exocytosis in the gastrointestinal mucosa. “It interferes with my ability to think about death and meaninglessness,” Élisabeth added.

She was dressed in an Elvelyn & za Vyttsà liquid metal gown in gold honey silk crêpe de Chine, cut on the bias with a deep cowl neck and low back detail. The dramatic fluted hemline flowed into an exaggerated train.

Pénélope tilted her bottle blonde head, tasting her mimosa thoughtfully. “Honestly, worth the trade-off. You look great. Give me your therapist’s number.”
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Postby Aerion » Sat Dec 21, 2024 1:13 am

The steward's voice rang out clear and measured: "His Excellency Count Farhad Mostafi, Ambassador of the Grand Empire of Aerion, and Countess Nasrin Mostafi." A pause, then with slightly elevated emphasis, "His Grace Duke Shahriar Zand, Imperial Advisor to Her Imperial Majesty, the Padshah Empress of Aerion."

Count Mostafi entered first, carrying his forty-five years with natural confidence. His thick black hair, touched with the earliest threads of silver at the temples, was impeccably styled, complementing the warm olive undertone of his skin. At six feet tall, he cut an impressive figure, though the subtle tension in his shoulders betrayed a hint of the weight of his office. His dark brown eyes, inherited from generations of Persian ancestors, scanned the room with both warmth and shrewdness – skills that had served him well in his swift rise through the Imperial Aerionian Court. He wore standard white tie attire appropriate for the Imperial Excalbian Court rather than the elaborate court uniform of his home nation, his only concession to his status being the signet ring bearing his ancient family's coat of arms.

As a member of an ancient Eastern Aerionian noble family with Persianate roots dating back to the settlers who had fled the fall of the Sassanid Empire, Count Mostafi represented more than just diplomatic relations. His posting as Ambassador to the Holy Empire of Excalbia was widely recognized as a prestigious sinecure granted through the grace of the Padshah Empress herself, a sign of high imperial favor rather than a traditional diplomatic appointment. His noble heritage was also appropriate for an ambassador to another empire. Though not a career diplomat, he had previously served in the Ministry of the Imperial Court at the Imperial Palace, and now relied heavily on his Deputy Head of Mission for the day-to-day operations of the massive Ambassadorial Residence – a palace in its own right.

At his side, Countess Nasrin Mostafi moved with the natural elegance that had made her a favorite in diplomatic circles. At forty-two, her lustrous ebony hair fell in natural waves past her shoulders, and her complexion, a shade lighter than her husband's, held the warm golden undertone characteristic of her Persian heritage. Her amber-brown eyes, large and expressive, seemed to catch the candlelight as she took in the magnificence of the Great Hall. Standing at five-foot-six, she wore an elaborate court dress of the Imperial Aerionian Court, its rich brocade and golden embroidery a striking contrast to the more conservative Western attire of many guests.

But it was the third member of their party who drew the most subtle yet intent observation from the seasoned courtiers in attendance. Duke Shahriar Zand, Imperial Advisor to the Padshah Empress, embodied the ancient dignity of his office in every carefully considered gesture. In his mid-sixties, he wore his authority like a finely crafted robe of state. His beard, maintained in the ancient style with subtle waves and deliberate curls, was dyed a deep black that only the occasional rebellious silver strand dared to challenge. He wore it long in the traditional manner, descending in well-groomed elegance to the middle of his chest, often stroking it thoughtfully when weighing matters of state.

The Imperial Advisors of Aerion held a position akin to the viziers of classical Muslim empires or ministers without portfolio in modern governments, though they generally outranked Her Imperial Majesty's Ministers in both power and status within the byzantine imperial hierarchy of the Grand Empire. Though not as prominent as Chief Imperial Advisor Duke Dr. Revane Kassvar (often called the Cardinal Richelieu of Aerion), Duke Zand had increasingly become the Padshah Empress's chosen emissary for foreign relations. He had a deep history in HIM's Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Imperial Diplomatic Service. He had served as an ambassador himself in his younger days. His elaborate court uniform spoke volumes about both his rank and the significance of his presence – a burgundy semi-caftan falling to his knees, its color transformed by intricate golden threadwork that caught the light with every movement. Nine golden buttons bearing the Imperial coat of arms marched down the front, and his polished black boots completed the ensemble with military precision.

Standing at five-foot-ten, Duke Zand's presence filled the space around him despite his modest height. His olive skin had weathered the years gracefully, the fine lines around his dark, penetrating eyes suggesting wisdom rather than age. Known throughout diplomatic circles as a skilled negotiator – some would say a masterful prevaricator – his soft yet commanding voice could make even his subtle diplomatic feints sound like profound truths.

As stewards circulated with champagne and hot mulled wine, the three Aerionian nobles positioned themselves with careful consideration in the Great Hall. Ambassador Mostafi occasionally pointed out various personages to Duke Zand with subtle tilts of his head, though those familiar with Aerionian court politics might have noted how the taller Ambassador seemed to defer to the Imperial Advisor with almost imperceptible gestures.

When Emperor Joseph made his entrance with Empress Anna, the Aerionian delegation observed the proper protocols with fluid precision. Duke Zand's deep bow, his long black beard flowing forward with the movement, managed to convey both proper deference to the Excalbian sovereign and the dignity of his own ancient office. The Ambassador and Countess matched his timing perfectly, creating a synchronized tableau that spoke volumes about Aerionian court discipline.

As the evening progressed, Countess Nasrin proved invaluable in smoothing diplomatic waters, her genuine warmth helping to soften any awkward transitions.

The presence of such a high-ranking Imperial Advisor at what was traditionally a festive rather than political occasion suggested deeper currents beneath the surface of normal diplomatic relations. Yet on the surface, there was nothing but perfect propriety and seasonal goodwill, accompanied by the gentle strains of Christmas carols from the Imperial Army band above. The massive Christmas trees in the corners of the Great Hall cast their warm glow over the assembled diplomats, their lights reflecting off the golden threads of Duke Zand's caftan and the rich brocade of the Countess's court dress, while Ambassador Mostafi continued his careful dance of facilitation between two imperial courts.
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Postby Xirnium » Tue Dec 24, 2024 1:40 pm

‘I’m going to say hello to Princess Léopoldina,’ said Élisabeth.

Pénélope narrowed her charcoaled eyes. ‘Why?’ she asked.

‘I’m not up to anything, honestly,’ said Élisabeth, unconvincingly. She placed a tulle gloved hand over her breast. ‘I swear to the Goddess, Penny.’

‘Uh-huh.’

Léopoldina was third in the line of succession to the Golden Fritillary Throne—the seat of which, upholstered in red velvet and embroidered with gilt, was now driven through with the gleaming cruciform longsword of the Lord Protector—and the headship of the imperial family of the House of Athväryäna.

She wore a Hettie Agathrazân ruffled dress in black silk crêpe muslin. The neckline was framed by a tied Pierrot collar, leading into a plunging décolleté slit. Bishop sleeves balanced the silhouette, while the prairie skirt, with its smocked basque waist, frilled trims, and expansive train, completed the look.

‘Oh, my Goddess, I’m obsessed with your dress!’ said Élisabeth, stepping over to Léopoldina. Her strappy sandals—black and nude, with a crisscross front and stiletto heels—flashed briefly beneath the sweep of her gown. She spoke to her fellow countrywoman in Middle Närvärynese.

Léopoldina looked up from her wine glass, surprised. The girls were not exactly strangers—they were both involved in equestrian activities at the Naulëttëya Riding School and the Excalbian-Xirniumite Society—but Élisabeth was older, slightly taller and much more popular.

‘Thank you!’ Léopoldina replied, smiling uncertainly. ‘I love your dress, too!’

‘I’m Élisabeth, from Alatêgiel.’

‘Yeah,’ said Léopoldina. ‘I know.’ She debated whether to mention she followed Élisabeth on Chirrup and had liked her photos and videos on Visr. Instead, she offered: ‘You’re a three-day eventer. I’d like to compete in the horse trials next year,’ she said, meaning the Defender Naulëttëya Horse Trials. ‘My name’s Léopoldina.’

She only gave her first name, trying not to advertise the fact she was of the original blood.

‘Yeah, sure, I’ve seen you around the stables. That’s great you want to do eventing,’ Élisabeth said, sounding enthusiastic. ‘Are you any good?’

Léopoldina bit her lip. ‘I hope so. I enjoy show jumping, and I've done dressage since I was little.’

‘Really? That’s good. I started with cross-country.’

‘Wow,’ Léopoldina said. ‘I tried cross-country when I was younger, but I didn’t like it as much as other types of riding. It’s very rough!’

‘Well, that’s why most riders are drawn to it—the thrill,’ Élisabeth said, her garnet-lipsticked mouth curling archly.

Léopoldina smiled back, lifting her wine glass to her lips. Élisabeth let her sip her wine for a moment, tasting her bellini.

‘Maybe I could help you,’ Élisabeth offered suddenly.

Léopoldina blinked, surprised. ‘Really?’

‘Sure. I mean, if you want.’

‘Oh, absolutely!’

‘I could give you some tips, so you’ll be ahead of the others when the qualifiers start.’

Léopoldina clasped her lambskin gloved hands together. ‘That would be amazing!’

Élisabeth giggled, like a new friend would. ‘I mean, why not, right?’ she said, tossing her bright brown hair. Her chandelier earrings with diamond-set studs and cascading South Sea pearls swung. ‘It’ll be fun.’

Léopoldina nodded her strawberry blonde head, giggling too.
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Postby Excalbia » Fri Dec 27, 2024 12:16 pm

“There they are,” Yakobas Meziani, the Viscount of Abbat said, nodding towards the two young Xirniumite women. He smiled and gave a slight tug on the waistcoat of his full evening dress. “Are they not as… exotic as I described them?”

Don Ernesto de Habsburgo y Cabral, nephew of King Carlos II of Providencia and cousin of Yakobas, smiled. “Yes,” he said, turning to wink at his younger cousin, “they are lovely. We should go over so that you may introduce me.”

The two young men began walking towards Pénélope and Élisabeth just as they began talking with Princess Léopoldina. Undeterred, they continued on their way and approached the three young ladies.

Yakobas gave a slight bow, “Élisabeth, Pénélope,” he said, “it is good to see you again.” He looked at the Princess. “If I may introduce myself, I am Yakobas Meziani, the Viscount of Abbat. In Cyretopolitania.” He turned to his equally athletic but slightly taller companion. “And may I present my cousin and dear friend, Don Ernesto, a member of the Providencian Royal House of Habsburg.”

Ernesto bowed. “A pleasure,” he said.

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Postby Brasland » Fri Dec 27, 2024 12:17 pm

A tall young man watched as the Imperial Family was announced. Next to him, an equally tall blonde girl stood elegantly.

"That's Elizabeth", said Burchard excitedly to his sister, as the Crown Princess was announced.

"I know, Burchie", replied the girl, amused at her brother's childlike excitement. "The herald just said so."

Among the ruling dynasties of the Western Atlantic, the House of Ilonburg was perhaps the least known. Their ancestral lands were nested on a small alpine valley in the south of Brasland, close to the border with Anahuac. As the youngest son of a junior Ilonburger prince, Burchard's place in the food chain was rather dubious, but he preferred it that way. He was intelligent and unassuming, and he enjoyed spending his life away from court life, close to ancient Phoenician ruins and desert tribes as an archaeology student. Viktoria, five years her brother's senior, was less shy and certainly felt more at ease than him among their cousins from the great Atlantic families. Burchard had asked her to join, aware that on this occasion he would meet Elizabeth's parents, who were... how to put it? Intimidating, to say the least.

"Come on", said Viktoria. "It's time to say hi."

Offering his arm to his sister, Burchard gulped and did his best to hide his nerves. He had just gotten a haircut and had shaved that morning. He had the colossal height for which the Ilonburg men were known, and his face (blue eyes, Roman nose, full lips) was pleasant rather than good-looking. He was using his father's suit, which was slightly bigger than his size but not too much to make him look silly. Viktoria, on the other hand, wore a light pink gown and adorned herself with her mother's diamond earrings and a simple pearl necklace. She was rather beautiful and her tendency to smile certainly struck a positive balance to her brother's awkwardness on social occasions like this. As they approached the Emperor, Burchard bowed while his sister gave a deep curtsey.

"Your Imperial Majesties", the prince stammered. "I am Prince Burchard of Ilonburg and this is my sister, Princess Viktoria."

"Your Majesties, thank you for your hospitality", added Viktoria. "We are honoured to be here."

With an involuntary movement, Burchard's gaze turned to Elizabeth, who almost made him forget about how terrified he was of meeting her parents. She looked more beautiful than ever.

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Postby Excalbia » Fri Dec 27, 2024 12:45 pm

Aerion wrote:snip


Dr. Frank Ginkel, the Deputy Minister of State, and his wife, Sally, was chatting with the Rt. Rev. Dainis Nilson and his wife, Catherine, when he spotted the Aerionians nearby. He excused himself and took a few steps towards the Ambassador.

“Your Excellencies,” Ginkel said with a slight bow. The Deputy Minister was a thin man, somewhat shorter than the typical Excalbian, with glasses and noticeably thinning and graying dark hair. “It is good to see you both again, Ambassador. Countess.”

He turned back towards his companions. “You remember my wife, Sally,” he said, “but have you met His Eminence, the Right Reverend Nilson, the Presiding Bishop of the Church of Excalbia and his wife, Catherine?”

The Presiding Bishop, a large man with thick blonde hair, was dressed in a black cassock and cape with blue piping, and a blue zucchetto and sash. He also wore a large pectoral cross. He bowed slightly and smiled. “A pleasure,” he said.

Sally Ginkel was dressed in a long, dark red evening gown with a strand of pearls around her neck. “Good to see you again,” she said.

Catherine Nilson smiled. “Nice to meet you,” she said. She dressed in a very modest dress with green and bright red lace.

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Postby Excalbia » Fri Dec 27, 2024 1:08 pm

Brasland wrote:A tall young man watched as the Imperial Family was announced. Next to him, an equally tall blonde girl stood elegantly.

"That's Elizabeth", said Burchard excitedly to his sister, as the Crown Princess was announced.

"I know, Burchie", replied the girl, amused at her brother's childlike excitement. "The herald just said so."

Among the ruling dynasties of the Western Atlantic, the House of Ilonburg was perhaps the least known. Their ancestral lands were nested on a small alpine valley in the south of Brasland, close to the border with Anahuac. As the youngest son of a junior Ilonburger prince, Burchard's place in the food chain was rather dubious, but he preferred it that way. He was intelligent and unassuming, and he enjoyed spending his life away from court life, close to ancient Phoenician ruins and desert tribes as an archaeology student. Viktoria, five years her brother's senior, was less shy and certainly felt more at ease than him among their cousins from the great Atlantic families. Burchard had asked her to join, aware that on this occasion he would meet Elizabeth's parents, who were... how to put it? Intimidating, to say the least.

"Come on", said Viktoria. "It's time to say hi."

Offering his arm to his sister, Burchard gulped and did his best to hide his nerves. He had just gotten a haircut and had shaved that morning. He had the colossal height for which the Ilonburg men were known, and his face (blue eyes, Roman nose, full lips) was pleasant rather than good-looking. He was using his father's suit, which was slightly bigger than his size but not too much to make him look silly. Viktoria, on the other hand, wore a light pink gown and adorned herself with her mother's diamond earrings and a simple pearl necklace. She was rather beautiful and her tendency to smile certainly struck a positive balance to her brother's awkwardness on social occasions like this. As they approached the Emperor, Burchard bowed while his sister gave a deep curtsey.

"Your Imperial Majesties", the prince stammered. "I am Prince Burchard of Ilonburg and this is my sister, Princess Viktoria."

"Your Majesties, thank you for your hospitality", added Viktoria. "We are honoured to be here."

With an involuntary movement, Burchard's gaze turned to Elizabeth, who almost made him forget about how terrified he was of meeting her parents. She looked more beautiful than ever.


Joseph looked Burchard up and down, a slight frown on his lips. Then, as remembered his own first introduction to Emperor Andreus in the Court of Christ Pantocrator, he forced his expression to soften into something that resembled a smile. “Your Highness,” he said, trying to sound appropriately cheery, “it is nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Baroness Krumins.” He shot a quick glance at Elizabeth, who blushed slightly.

“And it is a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness,” he said with a genuine smile, turning to Princess Viktoria.

Then, looking back at Burchard, he added, “You are both welcome. And I am pleased that you could join us.”

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Postby Brasland » Fri Dec 27, 2024 3:16 pm

"Thank you, Sir", said Burchard, nervously. "We were looking forward to come. Elizab... I mean, the Crown Princess... told me that Christmas in Excalbia is very fun."

He gave a shy glance at the Emperor.

"She's a very fun girl", he added.
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Postby Excalbia » Fri Dec 27, 2024 5:49 pm

Brasland wrote:"Thank you, Sir", said Burchard, nervously. "We were looking forward to come. Elizab... I mean, the Crown Princess... told me that Christmas in Excalbia is very fun."

He gave a shy glance at the Emperor.

"She's a very fun girl", he added.


Joseph squinted one eye as if experiencing a sudden headache. “A fun girl,” he repeated softly. “A fun girl? Is that so?” He drew in a breath. “The Crown Princess, the future Empress, my daughter, is a ‘fun girl’?”

He drew himself up to his full height. “I shall have to remember that, young man,” the Emperor said. “And are you a ‘fun boy’?”

“Father,” Elizabeth said with a sigh. Then, she turned towards Burchard. “Hi, Indy,” she said, “I'm glad you could come.”

“Yes, well,” Joseph said before Burchard could answer, “Indy, we're pleased to meet you. Please, enjoy the Ball.” Then, he shot his daughter a look and turned to the next person coming to greet him.

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Postby Brasland » Fri Dec 27, 2024 6:12 pm

Everything had happened too fast for Burchard to be able to react. However, the implicit disapproval in the Emperor's words lingered in the air even after a while. Viktoria, shocked too, tried to comfort her brother.

"You were nervous, Burchie", she said. "He misinterpreted your words."

"I was trying to pay his daughter a compliment", Burchard said, devastated. "Now he thinks I'm a f****** loser."

"You know that's not the case", protested the princess. "I think he's just very protective of Elizabeth."

"Oh, please", said Burchard, dismissively. "He clearly hates me."

As a waiter approached, he asked for the strongest drink available.

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Postby Aerion » Sat Dec 28, 2024 2:50 am

Ambassador Mostafi's diplomatic instincts activated immediately at Deputy Minister Ginkel's approach. His warm brown eyes brightened with recognition.

"My dear Dr. Ginkel," the Ambassador replied with practiced warmth, his slight accent adding gravity to his words. "How delightful to see you again." He turned to include Duke Zand in the conversation with a subtle gesture. "May I present His Grace, Duke Shahriar Zand, Imperial Advisor to Her Imperial Majesty, the Padshah Empress."

Duke Zand inclined his head with careful precision, his elaborate beard catching the candlelight as he moved. His penetrating dark eyes studied each person in turn, though his expression remained warmly diplomatic. "Deputy Minister," he acknowledged, his melodious voice carrying just enough warmth to be welcoming while maintaining the gravitas of his position.

Countess Nasrin's face lit up with genuine pleasure at seeing Sally Ginkel. "My dear Sally," she said, stepping forward to air-kiss the Deputy Minister's wife's cheeks in the continental manner, her golden-embroidered court dress rustling softly. "That shade of red is absolutely stunning on you."

Ambassador Mostafi turned his attention to the Presiding Bishop, his expression showing appropriate reverence for the religious office while maintaining diplomatic protocol. "Your Eminence," he said with another careful bow, "it is indeed an honor. The Grand Empire of Aerion has the deepest respect for the Church of Excalbia." He gestured to his wife. "Countess Mostafi and I have heard much of your excellent work in interfaith dialogue."

Duke Zand, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chose this moment to join in, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Indeed, Your Eminence. We in Aerion follow your efforts with great interest." His words carried the weight of someone who might be speaking for more than just himself, though his tone remained perfectly cordial.

The Countess turned her warm amber-brown eyes to Catherine Nilson, taking in the modest dress with apparent appreciation. "What lovely holiday colors, Mrs. Nilson. The combination of green and red lace is quite festive." Her genuine warmth helped soften the formal tableau created by the men's careful diplomatic positioning.
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Postby Xirnium » Sat Dec 28, 2024 3:58 am

Élisabeth clapped her opera gloved hands, jangling her multi-chain bracelets of alternating circular and polylobed gold motifs, set with diamonds and pearls.

“Oh, hi, Yakobas! I’m so pleased you made it!” she said, giggling, as she greeted the men with kisses on each cheek, following the custom of the Eternal Republic.

While she did so, Pénélope took a careful sip of her mimosa, eyeing Ernesto through half-lowered sootblack lashes. Élisabeth turned to her and said: “Pénélope is the XXIII Viscountess zy Valtâriel.”

“Happy to know you,” said Pénélope, leaning in to exchange kisses as well. The notes of her perfume lingered in the air—centifolia rose, saffron, cedarwood, olibanum, and amber. “And my friend is the XIV Baroness Alatêgiel.”

Élisabeth then turned to the younger woman. “And this is Léopoldina, Princess of Athväryäna,” she said.

Léopoldina beamed. “So nice to meet you,” she said. Rising slightly onto her toes, she too exchanged kisses with each man, her semi-sheer mesh sandals with stiletto heels visible briefly beneath the hem of her dress.

“You two look very handsome this evening!” said Élisabeth with a playful grin. She glanced at the other girls, who giggled in agreement.
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Postby Excalbia » Sat Dec 28, 2024 11:35 am

Brasland wrote:Everything had happened too fast for Burchard to be able to react. However, the implicit disapproval in the Emperor's words lingered in the air even after a while. Viktoria, shocked too, tried to comfort her brother.

"You were nervous, Burchie", she said. "He misinterpreted your words."

"I was trying to pay his daughter a compliment", Burchard said, devastated. "Now he thinks I'm a f****** loser."

"You know that's not the case", protested the princess. "I think he's just very protective of Elizabeth."

"Oh, please", said Burchard, dismissively. "He clearly hates me."

As a waiter approached, he asked for the strongest drink available.


A few minutes later, Elizabeth excused herself from her parents and made her way over to Burchard and Viktoria.

“Hey, Indy,” she said with a smile, as she slipped her arm around his. “I hope my Father didn’t upset you too much. He specializes in terrorizing any boy with the temerity to show interest in me. She shrugged. “I think he imagines I’m still a child in need of protection.”

She turned to look Burchard in the eye. “But I’m not.”

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Postby Excalbia » Sat Dec 28, 2024 11:42 am

Aerion wrote:Ambassador Mostafi's diplomatic instincts activated immediately at Deputy Minister Ginkel's approach. His warm brown eyes brightened with recognition.

"My dear Dr. Ginkel," the Ambassador replied with practiced warmth, his slight accent adding gravity to his words. "How delightful to see you again." He turned to include Duke Zand in the conversation with a subtle gesture. "May I present His Grace, Duke Shahriar Zand, Imperial Advisor to Her Imperial Majesty, the Padshah Empress."

Duke Zand inclined his head with careful precision, his elaborate beard catching the candlelight as he moved. His penetrating dark eyes studied each person in turn, though his expression remained warmly diplomatic. "Deputy Minister," he acknowledged, his melodious voice carrying just enough warmth to be welcoming while maintaining the gravitas of his position.

Countess Nasrin's face lit up with genuine pleasure at seeing Sally Ginkel. "My dear Sally," she said, stepping forward to air-kiss the Deputy Minister's wife's cheeks in the continental manner, her golden-embroidered court dress rustling softly. "That shade of red is absolutely stunning on you."

Ambassador Mostafi turned his attention to the Presiding Bishop, his expression showing appropriate reverence for the religious office while maintaining diplomatic protocol. "Your Eminence," he said with another careful bow, "it is indeed an honor. The Grand Empire of Aerion has the deepest respect for the Church of Excalbia." He gestured to his wife. "Countess Mostafi and I have heard much of your excellent work in interfaith dialogue."

Duke Zand, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chose this moment to join in, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "Indeed, Your Eminence. We in Aerion follow your efforts with great interest." His words carried the weight of someone who might be speaking for more than just himself, though his tone remained perfectly cordial.

The Countess turned her warm amber-brown eyes to Catherine Nilson, taking in the modest dress with apparent appreciation. "What lovely holiday colors, Mrs. Nilson. The combination of green and red lace is quite festive." Her genuine warmth helped soften the formal tableau created by the men's careful diplomatic positioning.


Dr. Ginkel bowed slightly. “Your Grace,” he said with practiced calm, “a pleasure to meet you. And welcome to Excalbia.” He paused for a moment, then added, “If she isn’t already on your schedule, I’m sure Minister Petersen would look forward to meeting you, if your schedule permits.”

Sally Ginkel returned the Countess’ warm greeting with her own. “Thank you, my dear,” she said, “and may I say I love the embroidery on your gown.”

Catherine Nilson smiled and bowed slightly. “Thank you, Your Excellency,” she said. “And at the risk of repeating Sally, may I say how lovely your gown is.” She smiled. “It’s really quite impressive.”

The Presiding Bishop gave a slight bow to the Ambassador and to Duke Zand. “A pleasure to meet you both. And you flatter me.” He smiled. “Ecumenism and interfaith relations have always been important in Excalbia.” He folded his hands together and leaned back slightly. “I’m sure you are aware that Christianity in Excalbia only became predominant two hundred years ago and the Church of Excalbia was born of an ecumenical merger of Anglican, Baptist and Reformed traditions.” He chuckled. “Quite an unlikely stew, but one that worked for us. And it has always been important to be… gracious and welcoming to people of all faiths.

“As Christ said in Saint Mark’s Gospel, ‘Whoever is not against us, is for us.’ So, all those doing works of mercy and kindness should be looked upon as friends and allies, regardless of their theology.” He chuckled. “I apologize; I appear to be sermonizing. Forgive me.”

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Postby Cyretopolitania » Sat Dec 28, 2024 11:43 am

Xirnium wrote:Élisabeth clapped her opera gloved hands, jangling her multi-chain bracelets of alternating circular and polylobed gold motifs, set with diamonds and pearls.

“Oh, hi, Yakobas! I’m so pleased you made it!” she said, giggling, as she greeted the men with kisses on each cheek, following the custom of the Eternal Republic.

While she did so, Pénélope took a careful sip of her mimosa, eyeing Ernesto through half-lowered sootblack lashes. Élisabeth turned to her and said: “Pénélope is the XXIII Viscountess zy Valtâriel.”

“Happy to know you,” said Pénélope, leaning in to exchange kisses as well. The notes of her perfume lingered in the air—centifolia rose, saffron, cedarwood, olibanum, and amber. “And my friend is the XIV Baroness Alatêgiel.”

Élisabeth then turned to the younger woman. “And this is Léopoldina, Princess of Athväryäna,” she said.

Léopoldina beamed. “So nice to meet you,” she said. Rising slightly onto her toes, she too exchanged kisses with each man, her semi-sheer mesh sandals with stiletto heels visible briefly beneath the hem of her dress.

“You two look very handsome this evening!” said Élisabeth with a playful grin. She glanced at the other girls, who giggled in agreement.


“Your Highness,” both men said as they exchanged greetings with Léopoldina.

“It is an honour to meet you all,” Ernesto said with “You all look very lovely this evening,” he said, though his eyes lingered over Pénélope. “Quite lovely indeed.”

The Providencian paused, then said, “Yakki tells me you are from Xirnium. An exotic locale, at least for Providencians. How do you know Excalbia?”

As Ernesto spoke, Yakobas drew closer to Élisabeth. “It is very good to see you again, Lisa,” he said with a grin. “You look even more beautiful than the last time.”

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Postby Brasland » Sat Dec 28, 2024 2:48 pm

Excalbia wrote:A few minutes later, Elizabeth excused herself from her parents and made her way over to Burchard and Viktoria.

“Hey, Indy,” she said with a smile, as she slipped her arm around his. “I hope my Father didn’t upset you too much. He specializes in terrorizing any boy with the temerity to show interest in me. She shrugged. “I think he imagines I’m still a child in need of protection.”

She turned to look Burchard in the eye. “But I’m not.”


Burchard sighed with relief as Viktoria excused herself, pretending she wanted to talk to Yakobas and Ernesto, whom the Ilonburgs knew quite well. Turning to Elizabeth, he discreetly squeezed her hand, although only after making sure that her father was not looking.

“I’ve missed you so much, Lizzie”, he said. “Cyretopolitania is not the same without you.”

He had dropped the nickname ‘Daredevil’ long ago, no longer feeling the need to keep a friendly distance between the two. Burchard sighed, the Emperor’s words still hanging over his head.

“To be honest I don’t know why I came”, the prince said suddenly, with a slight gloom in his tone. “Nothing has changed between us. I only know that I’m in love with you, but you don’t want something serious.”

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Postby Excalbia » Sat Dec 28, 2024 6:27 pm

Brasland wrote:Burchard sighed with relief as Viktoria excused herself, pretending she wanted to talk to Yakobas and Ernesto, whom the Ilonburgs knew quite well. Turning to Elizabeth, he discreetly squeezed her hand, although only after making sure that her father was not looking.

“I’ve missed you so much, Lizzie”, he said. “Cyretopolitania is not the same without you.”

He had dropped the nickname ‘Daredevil’ long ago, no longer feeling the need to keep a friendly distance between the two. Burchard sighed, the Emperor’s words still hanging over his head.

“To be honest I don’t know why I came”, the prince said suddenly, with a slight gloom in his tone. “Nothing has changed between us. I only know that I’m in love with you, but you don’t want something serious.”


“I’ve missed you, too, Indy,” Elizabeth said, squeezing Burchard’s arm tight.

Then, when he spoke again, she frowned and pulled her arm away. She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned, pushing her lips forward. “I swear, sometimes boys can’t see anything unless it’s right under their nose!”

Suddenly, the Crown Princess dropped her arms and leaned towards Burchard. She grabbed him around the waist and kissed him.

“I love you, Burchard,” she said. “And I’m not ready to start talking… or even thinking about marriage. But I am ready to say that you’re the only boy I want to be with. And I think that’s pretty serious. Don’t you?”

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Postby Brasland » Sat Dec 28, 2024 6:54 pm

Burchard smiled and kissed Elizabeth again, this time longer.

“That’s all I want, Lizzie”, he said, holding her hands. “I’m not ready for marriage either, but there’s no one else I want to be… but you.”

He leaned again towards the princess.

“I love you so much”, he said, beaming with joy.

Then he kissed her again… and then once more.

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Postby Xirnium » Sat Dec 28, 2024 11:01 pm

Léopoldina smiled cautiously. "My friends call me Polly," she offered warmly.

The girls giggled at Ernesto’s compliment, as well as his description of the Eternal Republic as exotic.

“Élisabeth and I did a year of foreign exchange here at the Imperial College in MMMDCCC,” said Pénélope, in the Committee of Safety’s Reckoning. “But we’ve returned to Excalbia many times since then. We’ve always had such a nice time here.”

“I have some family here,” Léopoldina added. In fact, she and the Alsgoods were distant kin.

“And do you often visit the Citadel, Don Ernesto?” asked Pénélope, tilting her bleached blonde head just slightly. Her gloved fingers, in black silk lace, toyed with the alternating platinum links and white pearls of her necklace.

Élisabeth, meanwhile, seemed thoroughly entertained by Yakobas’s nearness. Her lips curled into a playful grin. “Is that so, Yakki?” she teased. She twirled a strand of her bright brown hair between her gloved fingers. “Well, it took me many more hours to prepare for this. The makeup, the hair, the nails,” she said, holding up her hand and wiggling her fingers for him. “Oh, but you can’t even see them!” she said with a silly giggle.
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Postby Excalbia » Sun Dec 29, 2024 2:20 pm

Brasland wrote:Burchard smiled and kissed Elizabeth again, this time longer.

“That’s all I want, Lizzie”, he said, holding her hands. “I’m not ready for marriage either, but there’s no one else I want to be… but you.”

He leaned again towards the princess.

“I love you so much”, he said, beaming with joy.

Then he kissed her again… and then once more.


Elizabeth was content to spend several minutes in Burchard’s arms. Eventually, the Imperial Army band transitioned from instrumental Christmas carols to a mix of music conducive to dancing - it was a ball after all! - and Elizabeth urged Burchard to join her for a dance.

After several dances, Elizabeth felt someone approaching and turned to see her father.

“Elizabeth,” Joseph said. “Burchard. I see you’re enjoying the Ball. Together. In fact, you two have attracted quite a bit of attention.”

Elizabeth bit her lip and smiled. “We are… having fun, Father.”

“Yes,” the Emperor said, “of course.”

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Postby Cyretopolitania » Sun Dec 29, 2024 2:33 pm

Xirnium wrote:Léopoldina smiled cautiously. "My friends call me Polly," she offered warmly.

The girls giggled at Ernesto’s compliment, as well as his description of the Eternal Republic as exotic.

“Élisabeth and I did a year of foreign exchange here at the Imperial College in MMMDCCC,” said Pénélope, in the Committee of Safety’s Reckoning. “But we’ve returned to Excalbia many times since then. We’ve always had such a nice time here.”

“I have some family here,” Léopoldina added. In fact, she and the Alsgoods were distant kin.

“And do you often visit the Citadel, Don Ernesto?” asked Pénélope, tilting her bleached blonde head just slightly. Her gloved fingers, in black silk lace, toyed with the alternating platinum links and white pearls of her necklace.

Élisabeth, meanwhile, seemed thoroughly entertained by Yakobas’s nearness. Her lips curled into a playful grin. “Is that so, Yakki?” she teased. She twirled a strand of her bright brown hair between her gloved fingers. “Well, it took me many more hours to prepare for this. The makeup, the hair, the nails,” she said, holding up her hand and wiggling her fingers for him. “Oh, but you can’t even see them!” she said with a silly giggle.


“Polly,” Ernesto said with a smile.

At the mention of the Princess having family ties to the House of Alsgood, Ernesto chuckled. “I think all of us have a little Excalbian and Braslander in us.”

He turned to Pénélope. “I visit every so often.” He grinned. “The Excalbians may be a little… bland in and of themselves, but they do throw a good party.”

Yakobas placed a hand on Élisabeth’s waist. “Your investment has certainly paid off,” he said. “You are beautiful.” He turned his head slightly as the music shifted, then turned back to the young woman. “Would you care to dance, my dear?”

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Postby Brasland » Sun Dec 29, 2024 3:20 pm

Excalbia wrote:Elizabeth was content to spend several minutes in Burchard’s arms. Eventually, the Imperial Army band transitioned from instrumental Christmas carols to a mix of music conducive to dancing - it was a ball after all! - and Elizabeth urged Burchard to join her for a dance.

After several dances, Elizabeth felt someone approaching and turned to see her father.

“Elizabeth,” Joseph said. “Burchard. I see you’re enjoying the Ball. Together. In fact, you two have attracted quite a bit of attention.”

Elizabeth bit her lip and smiled. “We are… having fun, Father.”

“Yes,” the Emperor said, “of course.”


Still extremely nervous around the Emperor, Burchard swallowed hard, but managed to control his tone of voice.

"Sir, I would like to apologize", said the Ilonburger. "Our earlier introduction did not go as I planned. I'm not exactly great with words, unlike Elizabeth."

He cleared his throat, feeling the intensity of the imperial gaze. "I just wanted to tell you that your daughter is very special to me. I love her very much and I have serious intentions."

Burchard gave Elizabeth a loving look. Then, he turned again to the Emperor.

"I also understand that she has an extraordinary position in life", he said. "I don't take that lightly, Your Majesty."
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Postby Excalbia » Sun Dec 29, 2024 5:03 pm

Joseph regarded the young man coldly for a moment. Then, his features seemed to soften and he said, “I appreciate that, Burchard. But your apology is… unnecessary. No offense was intended.”

He looked at Elizabeth, who smiled and nodded, then back to the Ilonburger. “I’m pleased to hear that your intentions are… serious.” He paused. “I imagine that several members of the IHA will be relieved to hear that word used in conjunction with my daughter.”

Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed and her lips protruded, and the Emperor laughed. A genuine, warm, unpretentious laugh.

He leaned towards Burchard. “I recall my own first introduction to Emperor Andreus when I was sent to court his daughter, who is now my wife.” He smiled. “I was terrified.”

The Emperor put his hand on Burchard's shoulder. “I imagine that I’ll be seeing more of you around here, young man. So, tell me a bit about yourself. What do you do? Apart from dancing with my daughter.”

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