Festival of Sail 2018

[DaveIronside]

Opening Day

As usual Portworth was a mass of people making their way down to the beaches, dockyards and marinas. Out at sea hundreds of boats swirled in a carefully orchestrated dance as they prepared for the opening parade that would take the main vessels into the Naval dockyard and the rest into the surrounding private ports and marinas that made the city famed for its role as a major international trading hub. Princess Freya and her husband where celebrating their first wedding anniversary and had been keen to avoid the crush and so had opted to stay at the Officers Mess on station the day before and now sat out on the balcony watching the final preparations. Already large crowds had gathered including a noticeable presence from overseas. "Morning Auntie Freya" a cheerful voice called up from the ground as Archduchess Sophie strolled past heading for the quayside dressed in a Team EM Mundus Games tracksuit.

"You all set?" Freya called down to her 21 year old niece.

"Born ready." Sophie yelled up as she waved and continued the short walk to where a motorboat was waiting, Daisy Greechan already sat in the back. The pair hugged and the boat began to move out once she was sat. About 1km off the coast the little row boat the pair had used to row across the Mhorish sat bobbing alongside a naval patrol boat and the pair clambered aboard everything they needed for the opening ceremony set. "Thought I'd never get my ass in this thing again" Sophie said as she took her seat in the rear of the boat as Daisy took the front one. The pair had spent quiet a bit of time in them and the cushions still felt like they were perfectly moulded to them from long hours of pulling on the oars.

On shore the King's convoy was approaching the station, David was used to the festivities of the day and generally looked forward to them. This year however it would be slightly different. It was tradition that the King was accompanied by a female companion, last year it was his daughter Princess Rhiannon but this year it was her mothers turn for custody and so the young royal had gone to watch the parade from the Osman families private box which sat just on the edge of the dockyard. The year before that he'd taken Sophie with him and obviously before that his now ex-wife Matilda. "You're sure people will be alright with this" a very nervous Stasya Pelagiya said as she sat opposite him in the royal car. Their blossoming romance had been broken by the Gossip Daily newspaper a month ago and the King was determined that now he wouldn't go on hiding the relationship. Deep down Stasya was looking forward to the attention but played up to being nervous thinking of how it would make David act more protective and that meant better media shots.

"You'll be fine. This is smaller than the coronation back in Lodja and you did great there" he placed a reassuring hand on her thigh as the car entered the docks and stopped next to the VIP area which the King was waved directly into. Now the King was in place and Stasya sat next to him the others were permitted into the sloped seating that would give the best view of the ceremony. The King should have been wearing REMNS attire but as usual he refused instead wearing his old Alpine Cadre uniform, in his view he was not entitled to wear a Navy uniform because he hadn't served. The only concession to the occasion was the fact he was not carrying his ceremonial sword, that would be presented to him during the opening ceremony.

"Ladies and Gentleman" a loudspeaker proclaimed, "Please cast your eyes seawards as the parade begins." Almost instantly two of the East Moreland destroyers fired their guns and even from out at sea the sound rocked the gathering and the crowd cheered. A big screen showed footage being filmed by drone out with the fleet and boats of all nations, big and small could be seen. Some ships were being helped along such as the replica Viking ship from Nya Aland, but leading them all was the tiny row boat of Daisy and Sophie. It had been given a head start that if all went to plan would mean they'd reach the entrance to the docks just ahead of the other boats. The crowd roared and waved as they recognised the tiny row boat leading the way and the two women pulling on the oar.

"I bloody hope this works" Daisy said as she stopped rowing and opened the box that had been installed behind her where they'd stowed kit on their epic row. In a control room off to one side of the Docks Martin Dawson of SmartWar pressed his hand to his own ceremonial sword and offered a prayer. They'd done the tests multiple times and none had ever gone wrong but today who knew. The King had been briefed about what to do and expect and now with all the preparation done onboard Daisy lit a Red flare while Sophie a white one. Smoke billowed from the pair of flares mixing at one point to make a pretty pink. That was the signal for the King to press the button on the box he'd been given. Sophie and Daisy stood back as from the box a swarm of mini quad copters took off carrying a mass of string beneath them, tied between them was the King's sword, or at least a lighter version of it. SmartWar had a replica made out of carbon fibre and made to look exactly like the Kings traditional one. The bots flew low above the water and then popped up in front of the royal box hovering a good two meters away from the King, they turned to point the hilt towards the King and then moved a little closer. The King reached out a hand and gave a sharp tug, the sword coming free of the binding. As was expected the King held the sword up towards the sky showing the people in the crowd that he had received it. He sheathed it and then took the three short steps to the microphone to make the official proclamation that the Festival was open. "I hereby declare that the 2018 Festival of Sail is open. Myself and Lady Stasya Pelagiya invite you to join us in the next few days of naval celebration. May The Gods Watch Over You and the Seas Be Calm" there was applause form the crowd as the King took hold of Stasya's hand and walked down from the VIP area as the assorted boats made their way to their assigned positions for the festival. Already crowds were forming at certain stands, as always the Viking longboat was looking popular as a group of school children and their teacher seemed poised to be the first onboard.

"Did you really need to mention me" Staysa asked as they walked down towards the Festival grounds themselves.

"Yes" David said matter of factly. "Tradition says the Festival must be hosted by a man and a woman, usually the King and Queen, but if the Kings not married or vice versa then he picks an important woman in his life, so there was no one better." David said reassuringly. They'd now reached the gate that would allow them to wander the festival itself and the security detail were already forming around them. "So what do you want to see first?" David asked her.

"I don't know, one of the masted ships perhaps? or should we go see my Queen's yacht, you know for appearence sake?" Really Stasya was more interested in smiling for the crowds and waving at well wishers rather than what they saw, in her view once you'd seen one boat you'd seen them all. The pair strolled past the various boxes belonging to sponsers and big companies where Will Buckley leaned forward and whispered to David. He glanced up and there pressed up against the glass waving like a lunatic was his daughter Rhiannon. David smiled and waved back as did Stasya.

"Do you know Lady Stasya" Matilda asked Rhiannon as she finished putting a sweater on her son with racing driver Sam Halliday.

"Yes Mummy." Rhiannon was now pulling silly faces at her father who was laughing at her pretty certain the media where photographing the moment, perhaps he'd have to get Malcolm Tucker to do something about it but for now he was just pleased to see his daughter was enjoying herself.

"What's she like?" Matilda asked, half out of an interest to know about someone who may be spending time around her daughter and half out of a twang of jealousy.

"She's really nice." Rhiannon said much to Matilda's disappointment. "She's like a fairytale Princess, she has boootiful dresses and she dances prettyly. She says she'll show me how to do my make up when I get older." Matilda felt annoyed that was a job that should be hers and perhaps she needed a word with David but that would have to come later. Oliver was begnning to get restless and so they'd go for a walk. "

"Where would you like to go first Rhiannon?" Matilda asked.

"VIKING!!!" Rhiannon yelled jumping down from the chair she'd been stood on. The year before she'd took her toy sword with her and had pretend swordfights with some of the actors. "This year I'm gonna beat them all" she announced as she hurtled towards the door only to be stopped by her grand-father who insisted she hold his hand, after all she was prone to wander off. Soon they were stood waiting for the Dragon boat to arrive and already Rhiannon had found a boy her age to have a pretend sword fight with.

Meanwhile David and Stasya had decieded to stop and have an early morning ice cream sat on the deck of the Lodjain royal yacht which was now open to the public for tours.

[Achkaerin]

The Festival of Sail was one of the highlights of the year for Emperor Peter, being the leader of a seagoing nation kind of steered him towards this sort of thing, he was stood out on the bow deck of the INS Amaterasu, the tradition was usually that the INS Sharingan served as his ride into port at the festival but with that vessel presently assigned to the humanitarian operation at Barnacle this year it was the turn of the Amaterasu, it also gave Peter the chance to wonder whether he should continue to rotate this prized honour in the Achkaerinese Navy. He was joined on the trip by his wife Renee, his goddaughter and her girlfriend.

"As colourful as always." Renee said admiring the festival as the vessel continued towards its assigned berth for the festival
"Yes it is and Claire gets to wear her sword this year." Peter said
"That'll be some highlight for her." Renee said "Are you letting those two stay at Highwick after this?"
"Yep." Peter said

At this point they were interrupted by the Amaterasu's commanding officer Captain Anja Frost, she was enjoying her first Festival of Sail, she wore a special ring, it was a badge of honour thing really signifying the nickname of the group she'd been part of at the academy, the group the Emperor had taught towards the end of his time in the navy.
"Your Majesty permission to dock?" Anja asked
"Permission granted Captain." Peter said, Anja unclipped the radio from her belt
"Bridge this is the Captain begin docking procedure." Anja said

"So first time here Anja you enjoying it?" Peter asked
"Very much." Anja said "I can see why Yuki likes it."
"Well have fun while you're here and we'll see you at the gala dinner." Peter said

Below decks the festival cheering had caught the attention of Kirsty Tsu, she was Peter's goddaughter, and was busy checking her new camera and kit, as an aspiring artist - still a student, she was keen to see what the festival would inspire in her. Sat on the bed in the guest quarters was her girlfriend Claire Callaghan, a Cultist originally from Royal Seleucid, a survivor of that genocide and now far beyond where she thought she'd be.

"Shall we go?" Kirsty asked, they'd agreed with Peter and Renee to go around with them
"Yeah." Claire said "We don't want to be late."

The pair left the quarters heading for the deck, Claire was putting on the belt that held her sword, to be finally able to wear it like this was something special - it was a katana style blade which was probably predictable considering where she lived, the hilt was made of bronze resembled the head of a Peregrine Falcon, the bird that appeared on Claire's family crest, as if the blade came out of the bottom of the neck the details etched into the hilt the beak curved back allowing the handle to join between bottom of blade and tip of beak thus creating the hand guard in the form of the head, the falcon's eyes were two small topaz stones, Claire's birth stone, the cross guard was as one would expect shaped to be like the wings of the falcon again with all the details of the feathers carved in.

Eventually Kirsty and Claire found their way up to the deck where they found Peter and Renee waiting by the boarding ramp.
"So what shall we do first?" Renee asked
"I think we should say hello to our hosts first." Peter said "After that we should try and have some fun."
"Sounds like a plan." Kirsty said
"And Claire if we run into Rhiannon..." Peter said
"Keep the sword away from her." Claire said, remembering the Viking impression the East Moreland Princess had given off the previous year.
"Let's go then." Peter said letting the three ladies lead the way off the ship as they went looking for their hosts.

[Norgeras]

Admiral Eidmeier hadn't come on duty this year, she had her Grandson on her Lap as she sat in Front of her Former Lovers Bakery, while her Daughter was busy selling freshly baked goods to hungry Tourists and Visitors of the Festival.
Five Ships came up on the Horizon, proudly under the Uburzian Flag. The Enormous Five masted Sailfrighter "Schnapsdrossel" up front, followed by the four best scoring Ship from this Years Sturmheim Summer Camp.
"Can you see properly? Those ships are from Your Grandmothers home, Alexander." The Admiral held up her two year old grandson, making sure he got a good look at the ships passing by.


Julian Wingert was more than a little Nervous, last year, he still was effectively a Prisoner, now? He had been assigned to oversee the younger Students during their Trip, switching from one of the Galleons to the other every other day to ensure they kept in line, and to keep a debacle like last years utterly wasted girl ship from happening again.

As they reached proximity of the Port, Julian gave a signal that made the four SG Galleons fire a Barrage of Glitter Cannons, showering the Dock Sides with Bio Degradable Glitter.  He had to grin a little Devilish, the Morelanders had expected the Glitter Cannons Twice, making sure they where safe, but still, it was Glitter.

"Secure the Sails, Ready the Ropes!" he barked over to the four respective captains, before the well oiled crews tied the Ships onto their assigned Point, The Freighter Docked between these four ships, and the Viking one.



Albrecht slowly clapped, as he made his way onto the Dock, he had been traveling via plane. As much as he would love too, he didn't have the time to spare to travel via Boat.

"Come on over, we have to make some courtesy Visit, Julian." he called, straightening up his Tunic and Toga, before grinning at Julian: "I like the Admiral costume."
Julian rolled his eyes: "I feel stupid in it. I am not exactly an Admiral. And why again did you invite someone to a royal Banquet who came her a Convicted De facto Prisoner last Year?"
Albrecht did some polite waving to some of the people, as he shrugged: "You are a Wingert, and the only one we are on good Terms with in the Palace. Not to mention you had an impact on the Nation without Billions of Mark in the Backhand, People actually are impressed. Not to mention, you /are/ our Link to the Iwi."

"I think i saw The Achkaerin Party and the Morelanders head over towards the Lodjan ship." Julian stated, making his way through the crowd.
"Guess we go there first then." Albrecht replied, looking back at the ships: "You made sure they wont over do it?"
"Their booze is on the Sail Freighter." Julian shrugged: "I know these ships in and out, can't really hide it from me."

[Miteravia]

Miteravia had sent in their place a single carrack ship, MSS Chryzantema. With 3 full sized masts the Chryzantema was a large ship for its class yet diminutive compared to those from Neu Uburzis and the other nations ahead of it. Most of the year round the Chryzantema was kept in port on Tamrov Island where it was maintained as the last remaining exploratory carrack from the days of the Merchant Republic, most famously as the ship that first saw a glimpse of land that turned out to be Tamrov Island, now one of six integral states of the nation.

Rear-Admiral Zawadzk had personally sailed the ship across the Karifan Ocean, with an escort of course, for this event; the journey had left him weary yet excited. Seeing the glitter cannons of the Neu Uburzis ships explode in a flourish of colour he was again in two minds; he found the display almost dazzling but he winced at the thought of the ecological impact since the bio-degradable nature of the glitter unbeknownst to him.

The Chryzantema's regular Captain marched up the deck to where the Admiral stood on the quaterdeck, he gave the traditional naval salute then spoke:
'Admiral, Permission to go ahead and dock?'
The Admiral looked at the Captain blankly for a moment, still deeply in thought about the diplomatic mission ahead.
'Yes...yes, right away, permission granted.' He stuttered, clearing his throat.
The Captain nodded and jetted off, barking orders at every man and woman in his way.

The Admiral sighed and adjusted both his hat and his epaulets. From his inside pocket he produced a small hip-flask of vodka and a single adderall pill, the pill was swiftly thrown into his mouth and the vodka used to wash it down. He coughed softly as he returned the flask to his inside pocket. Once again he straightened up his uniform and stepped down from the quaterdeck to the main deck and joined in with the captain's chorus of shouts.
The wood of the hull groaned as the ship turned to dock among the other vessels, the ship approached the dockside and the lashings were thrown over, fastening the Chryzantema to the dockside.

'First diplomat since the civil war to be in East Moreland huh.' He thought to himself. One last adjustment of the ceremonial uniform before he stepped off the ship for the first time in days.

[DaveIronside]

While the Festival of Sail on the surface was exactly what the name suggested, a celebration of all things nautical, it also served for what King David referred to as "Social Diplomacy" a chance to meet those in the inner circle of other nations away from conference tables. It had worked well in the past and had helped form the CNN foundations. As King David spent some time enjoying a drink onboard the Lodjain Royal Yacht which was now giving tours to curious visitors, having a Lady in Waiting on his arm meant the King however was allowed to stay and relax a little.

Sir Harry Samuelson wasn't a big fan of the Navy. He'd served most of his life in the Army and even finished off teaching sharpshooting to Red Legion, he had never wanted to be a Marine, the thought of being stuck on a metal island in a fight didn't appeal to him at all. Despite his dislike of the Navy he did like looking around the boats and even more so the foreign ones. He didn't consider it sight seeing he thought of it more as recon, a chance to see how they were kept and the standards onboard. He was wondering around the INS Amaterasu keeping in mind his general rule of "15%" the fact that on parade or festivals such as this standards where generally 15% higher than on active duty. He had tagged onto a tour and was keeping largely to the back making a few mental notes. He was relieved to get back above deck though at the end and light up a huge cigar.

Professor Maddy Howard had attended last years Festival as the guest of the King, at that time the media had talked about them being romantically involved and while they had been on a few "dates" the relationship hadn't really gone anywhere. The two where still friends, the King was a history obsessive and enjoyed chatting with her. She'd come here this weekend however on a mission, her department at the Royal Merriman University often engaged with archaelogy and she wanted her students to begin doing some experimental archaeology and so the Neu Uburzis vessels and the Alanders would be of great interest. She figured she'd start modern and work backwards and so made her way over towards the Uburzis site first. She was keen to speak to some of the young people and learn about just how much they were involved with the ships day to day business. She found one of the cadets and started a conversation. "So what did you get up to on your voyage over?"

Brigadier Kelly had wandered along the quayside a plastic cup of tea in his left hand. He'd been dispatched to at least welcome the Miteravian Admiral. "This is bullshit" he muttered to himself as the Morelanders of the quayside recognised the commander of their beloved Red Legion and parted to let him through, he hardly noticed. "Bloody boats, if Helus had wanted us in the water he'd have given us webbed toes" he shook his head.

"He did Redfern" one of the Brigadiers escorts, a Captain called Robbie Peacock chuckled. He flanked Kelly on the right while Alex Redfern, the Kings Brother in Law was walking along and simply shook his head. The trio reached the Chryzantema just as their Admiral came down to the dockside.

"Morning Sir" Kelly said giving the most half arsed salute the military had probably ever seen. It had probably been the best part of a decade since he'd bothered saluting properly as drill was just a naughty five letter word to Red Legion. "Welcome to East Moreland" Kelly added as he finished his tea and simply handed Peacock an empty cup. The Captain looked puzzled and went and disposed of it.

[Miteravia]

Admiral Zawadzk returned the salute of the Brigadier, perhaps with a little more vigour, whether that was chemically stimulated or psychosomatic was unclear.
"Good Morning, Gentlemen" He greeted the welcoming party, extending a handshake first to the Brigadier and then Redfern in turn.
"Rear-Admiral of Miteravia Jacek Zawadzk at your service." he continued with a sliver of semi-rehearsed pride in his voice. "I am here on behalf of the Democratic States of Miteravia and I thank you, and your King, for hosting our ship at such as prestigious event."
The Admiral stopped himself from continuing, 'God you sound like a dick' he thought to himself, deciding a slightly more casual approach was preferable. He knew his English was close to perfectly fluent but he was also aware the little welcoming speech he'd prepared in his head over the previous days was prepared with a little too much influence of the thesaurus currently residing in his cabin.
"Jacek..." He said with a smile, "Please; call me Jacek."

The Captain of the Chryzantema made his way up the gangway towards the Admiral. As he did so he slip ever so slightly on a wetter patch of the aged gangplank, he cursed under his breath and straightened up and continued on his path.
Once the Captain stood beside the Admiral he also gave a salute which was directed more at the two Morelanders than the admiral and was delivered with a level of enthusiasm dead in between that of the Brigadier and the Admiral's respective address.
"Allow me to introduce Captain Tobias Mauer." announced Jacek.
The Captain cleared his throat,
"Just, uh...Toby, sir." He nodded towards the Morelanders.
 

[Helgara]

The Helgaran fleet sailed approached the festival wary. It was a small fleet, three junk ships (the Nightrunner, Red Fang, and Shuri) and two turtle ships (Storm's Fury and Ki'ly). While the nation lack a national navy, it possessed a number of ancient ships that were in almost perfect condition. Upkeep on the ships was minimal due them to rarely seeing use. Even though this was an unofficial diplomatic mission, the Church thought it best to show of the naval pride of Helgara. The ships were towed most of the way by a commercial liner, and then left to sail the last leg on their own.

God-Emperor Hira was aboard the Nightrunner. He had miraculously been able to travel with almost no other high ranking officials. They only one he could not have argued with was Avatar Octavia, who was one of the few Helgarans to have experience in the international community. She was aboard the Ki'ly, she had brought a number of research material, including a number of text on the Moreland religion. There were also a handful of translators, Sirens who had learned local languages from their missionary work abroad. In addition, the Council had insisted upon an honor guard. So fifty Blade Masters number among the various ships. They wore the traditional white robes of Paladins, along with blades at their sides. Hira had thought it prudent to ensure that the warriors were distinct and easy to spot, hoping to avoid international incident.

Truth be told, Hira was glad they were arriving soon. Despite the Helgaran people being islanders, he had never adapted well to the water. Even now, with the sway of the ship, he could barely stand still. Not exactly dignifying for a god. Hira had been warned, because they were abroad traditional vessels, naval histories would be quite interested in talking with the Helgaran party. For this reason, there was some professor with them as well. Like Octavia, Hira had ensured that the professor was abroad another ship as well- the Storm's Fury if he remembered correctly.

Helgaran intelligence said that the Achkaerin Emperor usually attended the festival as well. The Azurewinds. Intelligence also said that the Moreland King often met with a number of foreign dignitaries, although in a more casual sense. It was strange to Hira, these men were his equals now. Leaders of two of the most powerful nations in Mundus. They had been raised in a life of luxury and royalty. Hira, on the other hand, had slept in gutters and alleyways for the first few years of his life. He eat scrapes from trashcans and stole if he couldn't find any. He had been lucky the church had taken him in, other orphans were not so lucky. He hadn't been to Ionia since his adoption, which was solely based on his pure Helgaran blood. Hira wasn't keen to return, even if the Ionia of today was vastly different then the one of twenty years ago.

Hira cleared his mind. His thoughts had been scattered like this since his ascension. The trials had far more of an effect on him then he cared to admit. Focus. Hira took a deep breath of the salty sea air and readied himself. The handful of Blade Masters at his back sensed this and also steeled themselves. Now was the time to learn this so-called art of diplomacy.

[Norgeras]

The girl looked up from scrubbing the Deck free of the remaining Glitter, quickly adjusting to stand with her hands behind her back, sporting a neatly sailor cap and scarf around her neck:

"Well, after our Summercamp was over the four best Performing Ships where granted Permission to Sail the ship over here. We do have some Electrical Motors and Equipment but it's still a piece of Work to Sail it with only us Cadets." Theres a lot of Pride in her voice, her Brest swelling slightly:

"Only Sturmheim has this camp, as it takes the whole year to prepare. Most youngsters like me are doing either the Powdermonkey, meaning we help load the Paint cannons during the Mock Fights, or scrub floors and help the kitchen. We do have some fun on the Ship, but after last year..." she rolled her Eyes: "Let's say honorary Admiral Wingert has a keen interest on keeping us dry since some of our Comrades where a bit on the Tipsy side when arriving here."

The Girl then Pointed to the Ships: "This Year we have the SG 1, SG 6, SG 17 and SG 18. There's a total of 18 of these Galleons in the shared fleet of the Sturmheim Academies and Schools, and we all compete until February for the right to even sail them in the Summercamp."

She gave a bit of a mean look towards the SG 17 and 18, before rocking back and forth:
"One of the Ships is full of Convicts though, so stay clear. No Place for a Lady of good standing."



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"Oh look, Turtleships!" Julian explained as they watched the Helgaran fleet pass by, with Albrecht giving only a mild shrug:

"Sorry, i am more focused on the People here than the Vehicles, you'd do good to do the same."

As Albrecht went to Search for Klara while on the Lodjan Ship , he hadn't actually met her in Person yet, Julian went forth and joined the Tour of the Royal Yacht. Gave a bow to King David as the Group passed by, but felt the sting of Glares from some Marines as they noted his Admiralty costume.

[Prince_Leuk]

To the west, on the Horizon the Black smoke steam ships. At first glance they appear much older than they actually are. The three  smaller ones are clearly diesel powered, while the largest has what appears to be  decorative smoke stacks. As they approach it becomes increasingly clear that they are more suited to rivers and shallow waters.  The largest one is a ivory white with a massive singlular crimson paddle wheel (reference image:https://goo.gl/images/dRx8tm) on top deck nearly half a dozen orange flags fly at the rear of it's observation deck.

They radio in to announce the arrival of Prince Leuk of Luuxland, and his wife, and Son. They had left Luuxland in secret and under complete radio silence right after the Prince's coronation. And sailed under full power to arrive at the Festival.

This move could only be taken as foolishness. The Principality not even a week old, had it's Monarch, his wife, and his Heir on an unarmed river-ship crossing the open ocean in secret. But Luuxland hadn't established a navy to escort him, it's army still little more than a militia. Wasn't even his ship, they were ships belonging to Luuxland's largest merchant company, which he'd essentially borrowed. (Even if he was considering buying her as the Royal Yacht)  why had he done this? Why had the young Prince essentially snuck out of his house? Because someone told him there was a big ship party somewhere "way-out-west, but the land is More East from there." He hadn't had a clue how to read those directions. But he caught sight of ships sailing here, and followed them.

He really likes ships. And so does the 2 year old boy on his shoulders. Both looking out with a smile.

[DaveIronside]

Brigadier Kelly hated meetings like this, the fake kinship just because they all wore uniforms, just because you put a sheepskin on a dog it didn't suddenly make it a sheep and therefore just because someone wore a uniform it didn't make you their buddy. Kelly was therefore thankful he had Redfern with him, several years as the King's Chief of Household and then a marriage to a Princess meant he had much more experience that his Commanding Officer when it came to diplomacy. "We're just delighted you could come and join us" Major Redfern said once everyone had been introduced. "I assume this if your first time in East Moreland?" He asked as they walked with the Miteravians along the quayside. "The festival is a little chaotic, essentially though you've three dockyards within about two miles of each other, boats parked at each and food and drink stalls. Fairground rides for the little ones." He wondered where his soon to be adopted daughter Evie was, probably off playing Viking with Princess Rhiannon again. The group passed a few stalls and then made their way onto another jetty where several boats where parked. "If there is anything in particular you wish to see or do then just let us know." Alex offered as they drew level with the Lodjain Queen's boat. "If your after His Majesty then I think he's still onboard." The sight of Will Buckley and another security agent on deck was a sure fire sign that the King was still there somewhere. The agent and Major exchanged brief waves before Alex waited for their guests.


The sight of the old fashioned looking ships had attracted his attention to start off with and then like some kind of highly tuned radar the sight of swords made him inquisitive. Sir Charles Townsend had done his PR bit by being with the King in his VIP area while his sword had been presented and now he was looking forward to spending some time with his grand-daughter and Royal Artist in Residence Jocelyn Hopkins "Lets go say hello" Sir Charles say spotting the Helgaran contingent come ashore. Sir Charles may now be practically retired from all things except the odd bit of tutoring people in swordsmanship and being the leader of the Court of Canley, the nations highest chivalric organisation, but he still kept himself up to date with diplomatic going ons.  "Lets go meet a new monarch" he informed his granddaughter as he guided her along the quayside just as the Emperor set foot on East Moreland soil. "Good Morning Your Majesty" Sir Charles said giving a slight bow his left hand casually resting on his sword hilt as his right touched his chest. "Welcome to East Moreland, I'm sure His Majesty King David would extend his own greeting if here" he added, the role of leader of the Court of Canley made him well respected in East Moreland but gave him no actual power. "May I introduce my grand-daughter, King David's royal artist in residence, Jocelin" the girl gave a bow of her own copying much her grandfathers gesture apart from having to use her right hand to stop her cross strung satchel sliding off. "A word of warning" Sir Charles began, "Don't stand still too long or she'll start sketching you" he whispered. "Mind me asking what brings you to East Moreland? You must be busy having just taken the throne." Sir Charles enquired.


OOC- With Libby telling me too

"Sounds like you've had a busy few months" Maddy said to the Cadet who was speaking to her. "So what happens to these crews now then. You head off to the military or what?" She asked trying to understand fully how these ships were used other than for spraying glitter around the place.

Meanwhile on the Lodjain Royal Yacht there was some confusion. One of the embassies staff recognised Albrecht and panic set in, who should greet them as they'd no one of high significance onboard. It was then that the junior spotted Lady Stasya. "Your Ladyship" he said bowing to the King, "Sorry to interupt you but could I ask you to do something" Stasya stood and followed the man a little way apart from the King. "Ma'am we have Prince Albrecht of Uburzis coming on board. Technically your the highest ranked Lodjain noble onboard" The man deep down prayed that Stasya would do what was required. She thought for a moment, nodded and then crossed back to King David.

"I have to go to work. Come with me though"  Stasya kissed the King before offering a hand to him and helping him up from the low soft couch they'd been sat on enjoying some Bucks Fizz. Stasya lead them towards the gangway where Albrecht and Julian where now reaching the top of. "Prince Albrecht" Stasya said with a well practiced courtsey. "We were not expecting you or I am sure Her Divine Majesty would have wished an official welcome" she explained. "Please come onboard, have a look around, have a drink, I think we have some food out too" she looked around. "Oh, I believe you know His Majesty King David" she waited for the King to extend his hand.

"Nice to meet you again" David said shaking both men's hand. "Please pass on my best wishes to Emperor Orion" the King added as Stasya lead them back to the couches that sat on the rear deck of the ship. Stasya motioned for everyone to be sat down before waiting for the staff to bring more drinks for Albrecht and Julian.

"So is there anything we can do for you?" Stasya asked as she topped up her own Bucks Fizz. David had only just settled when Will Buckley loomed at his side and whispered into the King's ear. Once more David stood, his back creaking audibly as he did so.

"Excuse me, seems I'm needed for a little bit of work myself. Stasya I'll catch up with you later." The King smiled and left.

"Sir it appears the new Prince of Luuxland is arriving, his wife and son onboard too" Will informed his monarch.

"That's the new guy right?" The King asked getting a nod from Will. "Well that's good" David said as he made his way down towards where the Prince would be landing. "Quinn" David said looking around and finding his Chief of Household scurrying up from the VIP area where she'd been keeping tabs on the Kings whereabouts all day. "We got much on this chap?" he asked.

"Not much, highly popular back home, been Prince a few days now. Quiet young I believe." Quinn Germaine thumbed through a slim file, she would need to get adding to it until it resembled one kept by Alex Redfern her predecessor.  They reached the dock just as the Royal East Moreland Naval Service had done securing the ship which frankly they were amazed had turned up. A handful of Marines had been summound as a honour guard, while the festival was supposed to be more casual than anything this was the first formal meeting between the two nations and David would have preferred things to have been done properly but he couldn't really change things.

David stood infront of his entourage of Will, Quinn and the Marines waiting for the Prince of Luuxland. "Welcome to East Moreland" David said offering a handshake. "And congratulations on your coronation I hope you have a long and joyous reign." The King felt a slight tap at his right arm as Quinn thrust something forward. David thought quickly now as he took hold of the hefty leather bound book. "Moby Dick" he muttered the words to himself and smiled. "Its become somewhat of a tradition of mine when attending coronations to give the new monarch a book, I personally think knowledge is a great weapon for a monarch and what better way of gaining it than books" He examined it, clearly it had come from the Officers Mess library and was in superb condition for a book best part of a 100 years old. The King wondered just how organised Quinn was and opened the front of the book, there was written. "Confidence is going after Moby Dick in a row boat and taking the tartar sauce. Aim big" then his signature, he guessed Quinn had brought the autopen along with her and he grinned at her resourcefulness. "A great tale we can all learn things from" David said as he handed the book over.

[The Young Pope]

It was perhaps a surprise, but the Ecclesiastical State naturally had to send a ship to represent them in the world's largest meeting for diverse naval vessels hosted by their close allies, the Morelanders, in the north. In the horizon one could detect a behemoth of a wooden structure based from a popular story one could find in Christianity's holy book, the Bible; the Ecclesiastical reconstruction attempt of Noah's Ark, which appears in the Genesis flood narrative (Genesis chapters 6–9) as the vessel in which God spares Noah, his family, and a remnant of all the world's animals from a world-engulfing flood. Even though the real ark has never been found and the overall consensus in the scientific community states that it may have never existed, it didn't put off the Church state's attempt to recreate how it might've looked and function like, relying on old historical sources on ancient ship building and adjusting methods and materials (such as the fictional 'gopher' wood used for modern times; in the end it certainly looked impressive enough.

Filled with live animals of all kinds who required regular intensive feeding and manned by actual Ecclesiastical Army Navy sailors and marines, the colossal vessel was under the Command of Cardinal Emilé Fava, acting as the Pope's General-Governor to represent his authority whenever he couldn't personally supervise certain events and situations, alongside a competent staff of Naval aides and a Rear-Admiral tagging along; they made the effort to wear the appropriate clothing that would have been worn during Noah's time, and naturally Fava was the main character himself and a select group of the ark's crew acting as his family. Fava being Fava didn't consider looking like a fool and participating in such silly endeavors although he naturally accepted anything that would force him out from the Vatican's walls rather than spending eternities there.

Whilst making sure their gigantic vessels didn't accidentally crash into anyone else, they held a close eye at their spot in the harbour and where the hosts would welcome them; he remained mostly above deck as he couldn't handle the despicable smell coming from downstairs, caused by the animal feces filling the entire area. "Oh why did the Holy Father choose to include live animals shitting 24/7..." he could only wonder, spraying cologne everywhere he went within the ship. It was also expected that once the vessel docked, it would serve as a exhibition and museum of some sorts, with freely availble guided tours given to curious visitors by the crew showcasing everything the Ark had to offer including the animals and the intricate architecture.

Cardinal Fava could only hope that he would only need to deal with the stomach leftovers and everything else would be a relaxing and overall fun experience for everyone involved.

[Prince_Leuk]

The Prince stepped off of the white ship beside his wife. He made a slight flinch when what previously had appeared to be decorative smoke stacks let out massive plumes of white steam with a deafening hiss.  the prince looks up at it and laughs as he approaches the king and takes his handshake. "Much appreciated, your Majesty. I'm pleased to meet you as well, and I must thank you for the invitation!" As he said this several families dressed in drab and poor-looking clothes got off of the ship behind him. Soon after them a Small group of Orphans shepherded by some Women with crosses around their necks got off as well to go and enjoy the festival. " I hope you don't mind my entourage tagging along." he says  this with a bow. There was nothing grandabout this man at a distance, and nothing regal about him up close. Only his wife wore any real luxuries and even that was on the modest side. The only jewelry on the Prince himself was a silver cross hanging from his bracelet on his left arm.  it shone brightly when he took the book listening intently to David as he looked it over and admired it. He opened it to inspect the language with a curious smile.

He was shorter than one would imagine. Even wearing boots that looked as if they'd seen a field every day of their existence. His eyes were odd, Grey, and yet somehow Blue at the same time. He walked with a limp, but not one which hindered his mobility. He looked up at David as he closed the book and handed it gently to his wife. "Ironic really." He said in an amused voice as he reached for a small chest (about half a meter wide). He then saw for the first time, the Ark Replica of the E.S. and rose a single eyebrow and said "Holy Hell." under his breath as he stood frozen for just a second. Recollecting himself, he continued "Ironic that your Majesty would give me a book; seeing how Book Publishing is Sahr-- I mean Luuxland's biggest idustry!" He is obviously not used to calling the land by its new name. and you get the sense that the name change wasn't his idea.
"I hope, the nature of your gift does not diminish ours."

Inside the chest is an assortment of Luuxlander Cheeses.  In the middle however is a giant book bound in leather and decorated with calligraphic tattoos. The  calligraphic title of the tome reads "The Entire Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis" written in Luuxlandish, Morelandish, and English.  "It was my favorite as both a child and still as an adult. Apparently before independence we once exported books to Morelandish speaking regions at some point. I had it printed out and the Cover's tattooing was actually Finished on the ship. by the Orphanage women. There's also a few trinkets in there and signatures on the back inside cover from all the children who wanted to thank you for allowing them to come and see the ships." He laughed as he looked at two boys admiring the Junks. "How was I supposed to tell them no?"

A soldier approached carrying a small Child. Princess Sehrra took the child from him and thanked the soldier in Luuxlandish for some service he had done; presumably holding him while introductions were happening. The Paddle Ship let out another plume and hiss.  It's now obvious that it's a cooling system-- not traditional exhaust.

[DaveIronside]

Duke Fraser Kade had for the last 30 or so years managed to dodge every metaphorical bullet his now deceased sisters marriage had sent his way. Being the King's uncle had brought with it certain demands but once David had hit double figures age wise he'd been able to distance himself, beside it was always the Ironside branch of the family that hefted the weight of being the royal family. "I was just settled" the 73 year old Duke said as he buttoned up his blazer jacket as the King's Chief of Household asked him to go and great Cardinal Fava. He was escorted down to where the replica ark was being tied up and Quinn pointed him in the right direction. "Blood stinks from here" he said as the smell of the animals filled his nostrils. "Can you not get it parked a few miles off the coast" he joked with Quinn before she headed back to the control centre of the dockyards so she could keep tabs on who was arriving. Fraser took his son glasses off and slid them into his blazer pocket before making his way over to the Cardinal. "Please tell me it didn't smell like that all the way here" he pronounced as he approached. "Cardinal Fava, I'm Duke Fraser Kade, I have the honour of being the man who took King David to his first rugby match, buying him his first whiskey and the curse of being his uncle" he offered a handshake. "Perhaps you'd prefer to get some clearer nostrils and join the Kades for a spot of brunch, we've Bubble and Squeak being cooked, although you've probably had enough of the Squeaks" Fraser joked as he offered to show Fava the way.


"You Prince would get on fine with my daughter. She has a fondness for Reepicheep after we watched the films, I think this may now become her bedtime storybook before we hand it over to the Royal Northfort Museum." the King said, "And I love a book, they are far better and more interesting gifts than fancy shiny baubles, essentially you're giving the gift of knowledge. So thank you greatly" the King said " and as for thanks none is necessary, we want the world to come visit us, so I thank you for bringing your people. My first international act as King was to develop the Cultural Exchange Treaty Organisation which focuses on exactly this kind of thing, young people from across the globe experiencing and sharing different experiences. I hope before long we can see some young Morelanders visiting your young nation." the King began leading the Prince along the quayside towards a small tent with seats outside. "You care for a drink?" David asked the Prince before ordering himself a fruit juice. " So why the unique boat, we tend not to get many river boats here" David asked curious. He watched as the children headed off and noticed the dishevelled look of the families, he wondered how to bring the subject up without causing offence. He spoke in Morelandish to his security agent Will Buckley, the harsh tones of the language making everything sound rather more aggressive than it was. "See if the carers want to take the kids onboard REMNS King Robert, if so tell the Admiral to fire up the mess hall" The East Moreland flagship often gave school tours when in dock and the staff during the Festival weren't uncustomed to hosting large groups. Will went to track down the women with the crosses to make the offer while informing the King Robert to get the pizza and sweet potato wedges on the go.

"So, we have a state banquet at the end of the festival, its my hope you will stay and meet some of the other dignatries that are here. Now I don't want to sound persumptious but I took over East Moreland at a time when we'd not been involved in world affairs in any depth for a good few centuries. I know what its like to be a new monarch with a nation unknown to the world, so if there is anything East Moreland can help with I'd be happy to try. Helus knows I could have done with knowing then what I know now" he smiled as his drink arrived. "And of course I hope you and your wife will join us for the banquet" The King had spotted the Prince had a child on his shoulders when he arrived but with so many Luuxland children running around he wasn't sure if it was the son of the Prince. "Now I don't know if your son is with us but we will be having some children at the banquet, my daughter Rhiannon will be attending.....unless she gets in trouble and her mother grounds her." he said trying to cast his eyes over towards the Viking longboat he knew Rhiannon would make a priority of seeing.

OOC- Vikings on loan from Kris


The Drakken had docked and the crew had set up camp on the quayside, the small Viking showpiece was up and running with authentic looking raiders wandering around in full armour giving talks and demonstrations. One tall long haired man was stood telling some stories from their people's sea going history. "Ah....oh no we are being invaded" one of the Viking warriors called out to his colleagues as Princess Rhiannon scurried into their encampment, wooden sword in hand. He remembered the Princess from last year and she'd spent literally hours pretending to sword fight with the actors much to their amusement.

"Sven Forkbeard" Rhiannon remembered the man from last year.

"Princess Rhiannon the Ankle Slicer" he said as he removed the giant metal axe from his back. "Come again to feel our Viking wrath" he teased and Rhiannon blobbed out her tongue. The axe was really just cleverly crafted foam that looked real, at full power it would hurt but not harm but even so Sven swung it only a fraction the speed he was capable of. It amazed him last year Rhiannon and her wooden sword had tried to parry it but even then the force of a gentle swing had bumped her onto her backside. This time though she never even let the sword leave her side and instead simply stepped elegantly to the side of its arc, then quick as a flash the wooden sword seemed to almost flick from her wrist as it impacted the mans stomach, even with the leather armour on he felt the blow and was surprised by it but ever the actor he played along and let the axe drop from his hands. "Oh Odin....I am done for" he pretended to weep as he sunk to his knees, "My insides are outsides" he rolled onto his side holding his stomach. "Valhalla here I come" he said before closing his eyes letting his head droop to one side and sticking out his tongue much to the amusement of the children.

"QUICK! QUICK! pack up the ship, the Morelanders have learnt to fight" the Viking captain yelled playfully as a group of children all with swords cheered. The camp erupted in laughter as the Vikings from the year before came to say hello to Rhiannon before giving her the first of what would be several tours of their camp along with all the other children.

[The Young Pope]

Cardinal Fava was among the first to leave the ark after the ship was tied at by the dockside, still frantically spraying perfume as he was walking though stopped by the sense of having finally proper fresh air around him. He happily greeted the Duke still wearing his Moses outfit, "The animals were kind enough to unload themselves about half-way through, could've been nicer of them to hold out longer, though in the end I suppose it's our duty and privilege to feed them so that they may entertain our visitors. Speaking of animals and visitors, this ship ought to be completely sanitized before letting the curious folk onboard, wouldn't want to be liable for potential lawsuits haha...in any case it's great to finally meet you Duke-...."

The two gentlemen were almost pushed into the water as a horde of biblically-clad sailors and mariners rushed out of the ark, couldn't wait escaping the horrid stench of manure."HEY, watch it over here...!" Fava could've continued but realised that he would've perhaps done the same if he was in their shoes, as many of them would've spent time under deck where the smell was at its absolute worst or best depending on how one would define it. "Take care and have fun, I suppose!...Bah youngsters these days but anyyhow as for Bubble and Squeak, please do show the way to your humble abode and family, can't have enough as it comes with the job and am used to being offered anything that's edible" the Cardinal said with a lighthearted mood.

"So Fraser, mind telling me how you've been faring so far during these years as the King's highly esteemed uncle? Everyone in a family business so to say's gotta do his/her own part no matter the size and importance of roles. When it comes to the Favas, the majority are employed in the companies that we own large amount of shares in, whilst me and my beloved twin brother Emmanuel have the 'odd' jobs, well at least his field of academic profession involves a lot of personal time except when appearing on live interviews I could imagine. Me, well being the Governor-General of Pope Peter does include taking the brunt of duties involving the faith and keeping the nation united and intact, but it also gives you a chance to meet new people and cultures, like precisely now and for that I'm grateful. Oh and also a hefty paycheck makes life easier hehe. Also, I brought along a present but we can exchange with the family" the Cardinal ended, eagerly waiting for the Duke's own perspective.

[Norgeras]

The girl contemplated, before tilting her head:

"Depends, Miss. Some Groups fall apart if they didn't do well, while other groups start preparing for next year. Those entering their final school years often can't participate anymore, so they train the captains or officers for the next year before completely stepping down. Then in February the final decision to which group does and which group does not sail one of the ships. the Best, and at that time it's practical skills like able to sail the ship, determines if you keep a ship or have to try next year. Wingert built up a Crew for three years before he finally got his crew admitted. Hate to admit it he left quit the strong crew behind."
The girl waved to her own captain, signaling why shes not working by pointing to the visitor:
"As for us, if you managed to get a leading position or even captain a ship, you can expect people to give you better chances for jobs later on that require leading capabilities, i mean you already have shown you can lead a whole ship."

She then turned to the Schnapsdrossel: "And now that we have Freight Sailers again, this will be a possibility as well. I mean. Why not go sail the Oceans for a Year before going back to studying in University?"


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Albrecht sighed, leaning back: "Honestly, i had hoped for more people to gather here, i didn't intend to interrupt your little Moment lady Stasya."

Julian shrugged with a wide grin: "At least you aren't the Papal Brigade. Seems like they almost flee of their makeshift Arch."

"Really? Those Fairy tale followers actually made a fake arch and stored Animals?" Albrecht got some Binoculars from Julian, scouring the scene: "What a disgrace. At least that annoying Cardinal Fava is equally making a fool out of himself. Oh?"

Albrecht stopped, Swinging the Glasses a different direction: "Seems like Rhiannon is having fun. Take a peek." Snorting slightly, he handed first Julian the Glasses, who giggled, who in Return offered them to Lady Stasya:

"Hope you don't mind, but your future Step Daughter seems to have some fun." Julian mentioned, before continuing: "Hope we get some more visitors coming over here, would be a shame to have the Royal yacht and not a Party before the Banquet with all the Important People."


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An older girl walked up to Professor Maddy, sporting a bright white Captains hat:

"Honor to meet your, Professor Howard." the girl proclaimed, ushering the speaker away: "Get your Bunk cleaned, place is a mess." then turning back to the Professor:

"Sorry to interrupt, we are about to invite any able teen age twelve and up to join us for a mock battle later. Though from last year, i guess the Vikings are gonna steal the show again. Also we have to be carefull with the Paint Ammunition, it takes a bit to scrub it off Facades so we have to go out a bit of the Harbor for Safety reasons."

[Libby]

Stasya was well rehearsed at playing hostess as essentially it was one of the main jobs in her role as Lady in Waiting. She waited for both Julian and Albrehct to get settled with drinks before taking her own seat. As she was handed the viewing glasses she smiled as she viewed Rhiannon, not because she was actually amused by her antics but because it was what was expected. Deep down she had the desire that all Lodjain nobles had, advance the family cause, and what better way than having her own child become the monarch of East Moreland. She would never harm Rhiannon nor wish harm to come to her as in the few meetings they'd had she liked the youngster but she was also a barrier to the Pelagiya family fortunes and so if she could persuade David to advance their own child above Rhiannon she'd find a way. She assumed the easiest way would be to produce a son but then again she didn't want to have too many children as she'd seen some noblewomen spit them out like a machine gun on rapid fire and it had ruined their figure and beauty and that was a sacrifice Stasya didn't really wish to make.

As Julian had described her as a future Step Daughter Stasya noticed a few sideways looks from the Morelander security agents who were accompanying her and she did her best to laugh. "I think you're probably jumping the gun significantly there. Its been just a few weeks and wedding bells are not even made yet let alone ringing" she chuckled. "I also think I have some work to do with the Morelanders to make them accept the King having a follower of Sessifet in his bed." she suddenly stopped herself, back home in Lodja talk such as that wasn't seen as vulgar but here in the more conservative East Moreland she realised people may not talk such a way, it was something else she would have to work with. "I mean a follower of Sessifet on his arm" she added. "As for more people coming over perhaps if His Majesty King David returns it'll bring a few people this way. He is after all the star of the show."

[Achkaerin]

Peter, Renee, Kirsty and Claire had very much gone the scenic route to the Lodjan yacht it had been the usual mix of fun and borderline lunacy the four of them stepped onto the yacht and spotted that Lady Stasya was there along with a pair from Neu Uburzis, Peter recalled having met them before somewhere had it been at their Emperor's pre coronation thing? He'd think more about that later for now he was more interested in soaking up the festival atmosphere.

"Are you enjoying life in East Moreland Lady Stasya?" Peter asked

On the Amaterasu's deck Anja and a few of her officers were spending their time answering questions asked by those being given tours of the vessel. It was something that the Achkaerinese officers traditionally did at the festival and they enjoyed doing it though the presence of East Moreland's Minister of Defence hadn't gone unnoticed by them, they hadn't expected it but it was perhaps something they should have thought about. With that group's session dealt with Anja took the opportunity to approach Samuelson

"Minister it's quite an honour to meet you." Anja said "Have you enjoyed your experience on this ship? Is there anything I can help with?"

On the CRV Stingray the much anticipated lottery to determine the two CORAL cadets going to the gala dinner was underway officiating was Demetria Quinn, the crowd of youngsters assembled on the deck waited with baited breath, Demetria picked out the first name from the CORAL baseball cap that was serving as the bowl in this situation.

"Matthew Finn." Demetria said, then she picked out the second name "Emma Sullivan."

With that done Demetria looked around it was back to what they'd been doing since the festival had started which was showing what as an organisation CORAL was about, the study of the oceans and marine life.

Elsewhere on the festival grounds Catriona Rowan was on the hunt for something or more precisely someone, she liked the festival and tried to be there every year as it provided an opportunity to see what the competition as it were was up to, but today she was on a bit of a mission, fortunately she had a sort of idea where to find who she was looking for - when looking for Sir Alan Maybury look for the Ekrabadger or the Ekrabadger 2, that spotted she headed on her way putting on her sunglasses as she went.

[Prince_Leuk]

The prince  looked back at the the jet black stacks. "River ships are currently the only ships my people have access to. The Ocean going vessels were outlawed by the occupiers." he turned back to look at the king, "but Luuxland is filled with rivers and streams, and lacks any highways or rails connecting the cities and the country-side. So, We've made extensive use of, and advancements in river-vessel technology.  Go to Luuxland and the only trains you'll see are ships with massive paddles pulling several barges up and down the streams." he begins walking beside the king, "Most are powered by diesel now but that one there-" he points at the one which he rode "That one there uses a small nuclear reactor. Luuxland's primary natural resource is uranium. So when the Merchant companies sought a more efficient a clean energy source to power the the larger ships they defaulted to the source of most on the country's energy." he says as a plume once more rises from the  stacks. "That ship, the LCS Suhnfyre is the only one in existence. Seems that solar and wind power hybrids won-out on the cost effectiveness. so at least for now, this is the only one. The state has started the buying process to get it out of the hands of the merchant companies that built it. Once that's done it'll likely be decommissioned or retrofitted with a hybrid engine. My peoples' feelings on Nuclear energy have been shifting in recent years and it seems they support my plan to utilize Luuxland's long coast for wind turbines and replace the plants." he walks with king David, and " I would love a drink. My son, Leuk, is just back there with my guard." he points out the small child being handed over to his mother. "We would love to stay for the entire festivities, but I am afraid at least one of us will have to return to Luuxland if the Prime Minister of the E.S. makes his way toward the capital. We are set to meet his delegation soon at the capitol to sign agreements and such." He looks out to the viking ship where David is as well. "My Nephew will be here regardless of whether or not I can remain. However, if the Advisory does its job in stalling the delegation with tours and scenic routes I don't imagine there will be a conflict of scheduling!"

[DaveIronside]

Professor Howard thought about how there was a great similiarity between what the girl was telling her and the East Moreland cadets, although they didn't get their hands on a full size sailing ship. "And so that's what you plan on doing is it?" Maddie asked before the more senior member of the crew approached. "Well if you don't mind is there any chance I can come with you" she asked, "Would make more insight into some of the seminars we have on military history" she smiled, slightly concerned she'd get paint on her outfit but not willing to pass up the opportunity, beside she had spare clothing back onshore ready for the evenings events.


Fraser guided Fava along the quayside towards the small marquee they had established for the festival, it was essentially a place with food being served and a free bar for those wearning lanyards of Frasers small company that traded in vintage cars, tracking them down when on their last legs and repairing them before selling for a healthy profit. Now in his later years the company was the only one he maintained and more for the fact he could occasionally get his hands dirty in the garage. It was probably from the Duke that the King had his love of classic cars, and of course Fraser had acquried Coope for the Ironside's which had seen several generations of the family learn to drive in. His tent was his way of promoting good will with those who helped his business as either supplier, customer or in any other way and several people where coming and going as the duo arrived. "Well my sister Helene married King Sven, meet at one of the military balls when she was doing her national service and that tied our two families together. Thankfully apart from turning up and looking useful at certain events we don't really have to do much.....well apart from the oddbit of babysitting with Joanna, Freya and David when they were younger, and now occasionally Rhiannon." he smiled at the last name, she was like a small whirlwind of insanity at times, just like Freya had been. Two spaces had been reserved among the other Kades attending, Peter the grandson of Fraser and a young engineer being groomed by David to have more input into government affairs than any other Kade was sat next to Fava.

"Nice to meet you sir" the 23 year old said as he stood and extended a hand. "I hope you like bubble and squeak, it builds a good base for the day ahead." as if on cue the plates appeared, no grand ceremony just a man in a blue t-shirt wearing the Kade Restorations Ltd logo delivering the freshly cooked mix of fried chopped potatoes and vegetables with tiny pieces of bacon. Before they began Fraser lit a candle on the table and removed a small knife that flicked open from his pocket. He cut a small sliver of the omlette looking dish and placed it on a small white plate.

"Lord Helus" Fraser said quietly, his family silent, "Bless this food, Lady Marissa thank you for your bounty. We eat this in order to give us strength to carry out your wishes and live by the Code. May The Gods Watch Over Us and know our thanks." With that he blew the candle out and motioned for everyone to begin. "Now as for presenting a gift I assume your attending the banquet this evening, then would be the appropriate time I'd imagine. Though it'll be busy, over 300 people I believe, your position means you'll be on the main tables so be assured of having the Kings attention at some point. Though their is great gossip about whether Lady Stasya will be part of the ceremonies that go with a Morelander banquet, so that'll be interesting" he chuckled.


Harry was just finishing his wander around the boat when Anja approached. "I'll be honest" the Minister began, "I don't get the excitement of a boat like this, is cold and unforgiving. At least in the old tactical vehicles we had in the Army you got a pair of fluffy dice or a nice padded seat cushion. Too much metal" he added his final assessment. "You folks must be mad to go floating around Mundus in a metal box, only one lot crazier than you and that's submariners, a submerged metal box....bonkers" he said rather flatly. "Though have to admit seems a neat and tidy vessel so I'm sure your proud" he added.

Over the opposite side of the docks Sir Alan was doing what he loved, speaking with the engineers who built the stuff he sold. He'd joined a group of school children and their teachers on top of the wings of the Ekra-Badger. They were part of a class that had won some competition and their prize was a day at the festival all expenses paid by EMAC. "So its not a boat, and its not a plane?" One ten year old asked as one of the engineers told them about the giant GEV.

"That is correct" Sir Alan said, "It's like a unicorn, its not a horse....but its also not a rhino" a few of the children chuckled. It was then that Sir Alan spotted Catarina. "Quick children" he yelled manouvering them into a line. "Hide the missile launchers, she's from Riviere here to steal our designs" the children weren't sure what to do until one boo'd. "Yes boo in deed." Sir Alan said goodbye to the children and then clambered down one of the engineers ladders that lead to the wing doing so with the grace of someone who did this all the time. "Miss Rowan" he said extending a hand, "I trust your not here to steal the Ekrabadger?" he grinned.


"Now I may have a solution that would allow you both to stay" David began. "You're country is very close to the Unified Iwi, our good friends. I am sure if you wish rather than sail the Suhnfyre back we'd be happy to lend you one of our royal flight. That will get you back to The Iwi, and I suspect King Piripi would love to meet you....word of warning if he offers you a leaf take it, but then hand it back.....that's all I'll say otherwise it'll ruin the surprise" David fondly remembered his own trip to visit the Maori and his kayak race that his team lost. "From there we can fly you home, or I'm sure the Iwi can find an alternative means of transportation. It would be lovely to have you both at the banquet" David responded. "Now in regards to you saying you have some infastructure issues we may be able to help with that" David was looking around for his Chief of Household Quinn Germaine and spotted her closeby fending off some press. "Quinn, is Melissa here?" the King asked.

Quinn scanned her document, "She is Your Majesty"

"Excellent, have her meet us at the Officers Mess" The King waited for the thumbs up from Quinn as she spoke to the Refugee Council's head over the phone confirming she was on her way.

The Officers Mess was a white marble fronted building, traditionally it had been the residence of the Head of the Navy and his immediate HQ staff, today however it was only used for official purposes and so the King was going to make use of one of its balconies that gave a view over the whole Festival Grounds. Melissa had been just outside enjoying an ice cream when the phone call had come. "Your Majesty" she bowed to King David and then turned to the man she didn't really recognise. "Prince Leuk" she gave another bow.

"Prince Leuk, it is my pleasure to introduce you to one of my subjects with a very bright future." Melissa turned red, "Young Melissa here was until two years ago our Youth Minister, a role always given to our nations youngest elected Councillor. Melissa here was 21 and literally straight out of University. She should still have had the job" David mockingly chastised her, "But a gentleman called Tim Carpenter poached her to run the CTO[1]Refugee Council. I'll be honest its the only part of the CTO that seems to work. Her first task was to help in Uppsala, a city in Nya Aland that suffered a great disaster that saw millions die, millions become homeless and a major city all but destroyed, fast forward six months it suffered a huge chemical leak killing thousands more, Melissa here was a key force in helping get the city on its feet. Then move to just a few months ago and she was in Lakhzovia helping evacuate those in need of help during a civil war. She is not only a great organiser, she gets her hands dirty and she has great experience helping rebuild. Now, as she is still in the Refugee Council I can't order her to do anything, but I'm about to blackmail her." The King had a wicked smile and turned to Leuk, "In our nation the sword is very important, it is a symbol of honour, respect, trustworthiness and essentially being an all round good person. See a Morelander in their 30's without a sword their either trying to make a fashion statement or they've not proven themselves to be these things. Melissa here is 24 now and as you can see has no sword, mainly because of the time she's spent out of country. Should Prince Leuk here accept our help and you voulenteer to go I will personally vouch for you with the Priesthood to be granted your sword." He spoke to Melissa.

"If I'm needed I'll serve" Melissa said trying to not sound excited, to have the King speak for you at your sword ceremony was a great honour among Morelanders.

"So Prince Leuk, you have the offer of all the support East Moreland can give, a young eager helper and all you need to do is tell me after she's finished whether she can have a sword or not. Sound like a good offer?" King David asked as he handed Leuk a cup of Green Tea. "And should you think of any particular way we can help then please let us know and we'll see what we can throw together." The King wasn't sure how familiar Leuk would be with the Morelanders Code of Canley and wondered whether he should explain but thought better of it.

1.	Think UN.....but really ineffective.....so think UN

[CabbagePreacher]

Cabbagelandiet was a nation on the coast, but the modernization attempts started by Grand Preacher Brassicus II didn't really care about the navy, since land forces were more important, Cabbagelandiet didn't even have any kind of Head of Navy. But still, Cabbagelandiet had some beutiful ships from the good ol' days and that was something unique to show off. Kara Rsizadam didn't have any naval knowledge of any sort, but he was a diplomat. And he has brought Grand Preachress Bergit over since she needed a holiday aswell. I mean, Bergit didn't do anything, since Grand Preacher and Glorious Leader Brassicus II the Great was in charge of the country, but sitting in a palace was boring aswell. Both had no idea what the festival was, Kara Rsizadam just came there to find friends of diplomatical nature and strike deals, G.Prs. Bergit just wanted some fresh air.

Both of them boarded the ship called "Believer", an old ship somehow still in use, with it's non-functional cannons. Kara Rsizadam had a hard time with sea-sickness, as he always travelled by plane. But Kara Rsizadam was still fascinated by ships, wondering how bigger and modern-er ships looked. While looking around he noticed the ship of the... Lodjans? The ship certainly looked nice and once the boat landed he decided to go and look at the Lodjan ship. Not knowing anyone there, he went an greeted the fanciest looking man on the ship.

"Umm, hello friend." It was always weird doing introductions to complete strangers. Most of the times he met leader and other important personages. "I come as the diplomat from Cabbagelandiet and I would love to meet the people here." Kara Rsizadam hoped that he had greeted the right person...

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G.Prs. Bergit was alone now that Kara Rsizadam was gone. Holidays are great, but they are less great-er when you don't know what to do. She decided to stroll around, looking at ships. None of those ships looked as glorious as "Believer", all these "modern" ships were metal, grey and boring. Nothing can beat some good 'ol oak! Or is it birch? Maple? Who knows! The ship was built a century ago for Brassicas sake! She hoped that someone would come and talk to her. Holidays are less-great-er-er when you are alone. But those ships looked glorious. Maybe she could convince Grand Preacher Brassicus II to focus more on the navy. And still, her health was still deteroating, everyday being near-death day. Nobody knew what the disease or problem was, and Brassicus II, even though he was faithful, was looking for next-in-line-wife. But those problems could rest for now, as she had bigger matters, like being at a festival and finding something to do.

[Prince_Leuk]

Leuk took a gulp of the tea and squinted his eyes a bit. He was used to iced tea and found the difference jarring, but welcomed that every sip made it less and less so.

"Very well. She may arrive in Sahvannah at the first moment of convenience.  She could even come personally with me. Her visa and clearances will be the first thing I sign after we hit native soil! She can take a look at reconstruction efforts in Sahtella, and then if that works well we'll let her take a look at the plans for an airport in Sahvannah." he said. Princess Sehrra walked up to the girl and introduced herself to the girl as well.

"We look forward to having you at the Plantation, Ms. Melissa." as she said this, the younger Leuk waved shyly with a smile and then hid his face in his mother's neck after seeing Melissa acknowledge him. "You're a little young to be flirting, son." Prince Leuk said with a laugh as he poked at the child, "But at least you already have good taste." he looked at Melissa still laughing and winked at her to let her in on his jesting.

"Don't mind him, dear. Out of the two Leuks here, the bigger one is often the bigger child. He'll do anything to embarrass or make you blush if you let him. you just have to hit him right back." said the Princess.

"You make me sound sadistic if you say it like that!" Leuk retorted with a laugh.  "Very well King David. I accept all your suggestions. I look forward to our relationship developing, and the relationship between our two nations."

[Libby]

OOC- A joint Ironside production.

Peter asked her about life in East Moreland, "Your Majesty I'm merely here for a few days to visit King David....and my parents of course." she added them as an after thought, they were somewhere around the festival but as Envoy to Alba Karinya her father probably had other things to be doing. "I've always been fascinated with East Moreland" Stasya explained, "My father saw the place as a land of potential business oppurtunity when I was younger and made me learn their language so its nice I get to practice it regularly now" she spoke a few words in the harsh rather aggressive sounding language, it was one where even the most romantic poetry could sound as though you were about to rip the head off the person you recited it for. "It's nice to come and visit, in the future when I leave the Queen's service, whenever that is, I'll maybe come and live here but for now its nice to enjoy it as a tourist."

As Kara Rsizadam boarded the boat he found himself approaching Commodore Jan Vasilk the man responsible for sailing and maintaining the royal Yacht that was quickly becoming one of the cool places of the Festival of Sail. The man looked like he didn't really know anyone and so Vasilk felt sorry for him. "Sir I think you've the wrong person, I merely drive this thing for the Queen." he explained, he pointed to the pretty young woman in the summer dress chatting with someone dressed in a kind of historic Admiral outfit along with several others arranged around a large glass coffee table on the bow of the boat. "That sir is Lady Stasya Pelagiya" Jan whispered trying to do the man a favour, "She is a Lady in Waiting to Queen Klara of Lodja, so in otherwords you want to get any time with the Queen you need to get her on your side. She is also the lover of King David of East Moreland, your host for this festival" the man added, "If you've not dealt with Lodjains before I can offer you this simple word of advice, look for the richest woman in the room and you've generally found the person you need to speak with." The Commodore guided the latest visitor over towards the coffee table. "Lady Stasya of Pelagiya, it is my great pleasure to present the honourable Kara Rsizadam, Diplomat from the Cabbagelandiet." the formal introduction done the Commodore left to greet the rest of the sight seers who would be given a brief tour around a royal yacht.

"A pleasure to meet you" Stasya stood and kissed the man on both cheeks before offering him a seat. "I'm sorry to say but I don't generally need to keep up to date with international events, my duties generally see me sorting out a young Queen's wardrobe, travel plans and correspondence" Stasya explained, in truth she was much more in the know, after all she did sit in on the majority of the Queen's meetings and so was as well briefed as most politicians. "Cabbagelanddiet, I think this is the first time someone has attended this festival from there......mind you its only the 2nd time Lodja have attended so we're not exactly as experienced as His Imperial Majesty Emperor Peter here" Stasya gestured to the Achkaerin Emperor. "So what brings your nation here.....other than the prospect of a banquet."



Across the Quayside David was pleased that the meeting with Melissa had gone well, he had high hopes for her future. "Prince Leuk I may have a short term solution for your airport." Melissa had already took over proceedings. "You see our nation has earned somewhat of a reputation for rapidly making airfields. We use something called Marston Matting, its essentially a toughened metal plank, it can interlock with many others and be rivetted to any kind of surface such as grass or concrete. Once finished it makes a reasonably solid runway. We've used them during two refugee crisis, the first in Mavrosia, the second in Lakhzovia. The one in Mavroisa saw a runway built in 24 hours." Melissa explained, she herself had landed on the one in Lakhzovia just six hours after it had been built.

"It was actually built in 23 hours and 22 minutes" King David said proudly, he'd been one of the Alpine Cadre who had deployed to help the refugees and the construction had been his final act as a soldier. "But Melissa is right, we can get the stuff to you and an airfield built in less than a week. It would for the time being allow you to quickly get things in and out until such a time as you get a major airport set up, and I'm sure we have contacts that would be interesting in helping there."

Quinn arrived and spoke to David, "I have an appointment in an hour" the King explained, "Please you and your family are free to enjoy the Festival, or I'm heading over to the Lodjain royal yacht, their Queen isn't here but apparently its attracting a rather influential crowd." David explained as he lead the way down. "I think you'd find it useful." The small group made their way over to the Lodjain yacht. Stasya spotted David arriving and without thinking stood and kissed her man without considering the way he turned bright red at public signs of affection, something she'd worked out rather early on. "This gentleman" The King his lips bearing the slightest smuge of pale red lipstick unbeknown to him, "Is Prince Leuk, he and his family have made the trip from Luuxland via a river boat, so I hope you all appreicate the seamanship" the King began, "This is Emperor Peter of Achkaerin, Prince Albrecht of Neu Uburzis, and I believe this historical looking chap is Julian?" The King phrased it more as a question than a statement vaguely remembering the man from somewhere. "I'm afraid I need to borrow Lady Stasya for a moment or two. We've an adoption ceremony to attend, I'm about to become an uncle again" The King had been informed the courts had agreed that Alex and Freya could adopt little Evie officially and had planned a Cultist ceremony on the King Robert to mark the occasion.

"Oh, but we have time for a drink, you've so many guests" Stasya urged and David conceeded that they perhaps did. "Mr. Rsizadam here was about to tell us about the news from his homeland weren't you." Stasya placed a friendly hand on his knee as she sat down with Kara oneside of her and David the other.

[CabbagePreacher]

"Uh err..." Kara Rsizadam wasn't expecting all the attention. What was he supposed to talk about anyway? He was just going to welcome the host and get a few drinks but then the guy lead him to a woman who is a lady-in-waiting and he got greeted in a weird cheeky way, he only kissed her hand since that was the Cabbagelandetian way, and now he's supposed to talk about what happened? Eh, a conversation wouldn't hurt and hey, Brassicus II was looking for someone to marry with, since his wife was on a dead-but-not-dead-yet situation. Still, the greeting and the fancy-woman-equals-leader thing was weird, every bloody thing was weird to Kara Rsizadam. He was doing some fancy conversational-math-calculations, and while calculating, G.Prs. Bergit arrived, sitting next to Kara Rsizadam. He hoped that Bergit wouldn't kick the bucket publicly. He introduced Bergit to everyone, Bergit just looked tiredly to everyone, and Kara Rsizadam was weirded out by the hand on his knee. Lodjans were a tad bit too friendly... Anyways Kara Rsizadam muttered some prayer, praying for Bergit to not kick bucket today and for the conversation to go well. Alright, breath in, breath out, glory to Brassica, and chat!

"Well I'm happy to meet you milady.." Kara Rsizadam said in a weirded out voice, anxiously staring at the hand on his knee. What the bloody hell... Anyways he continued, praying that Brassica helps the sanity of the Lodjans. "Well I, actually we, have come here on a mission to make people know that our glorious nation exists, and to find new allies and friends and all the such. Well the person next to me is G.Prs. Bergit, wife to our Grand Preacher and Glorious Leader Brassicus II. She was bored around sitting in the palace so she came here, since Brassicus II rules our country." He wanted Lodjans to know that Brassicus II was ruler, unlike in upside-down-Lodjia-land. Bergit coughed while he was thinking that. "And you asked for news from Cabbagelandiet? Well the elections returned back, we have a council and all that, to be elected next week. G.Prs. Bergit is kind of deadly ill... " Bergit cut in to the conversation, coughing heavily, "Ah good Brassica, if I die, you're invited to my funeral!" Bergit laughed, the irony of talking about her own death being funny to her. "Brassicus II is a good man, and you would do good to try to be his next wife!" Bergit started coughing heavily, skin turning pale. Kara Rsizadam said "Are... you okay?" with anxiety, while Bergit was coughing and laughing a bit maniacally, "Well, I'm dying Kara Rsizadam, you useless wank-" Bergit's eyes shut down for the last time, her bucket being kicked, and Kara Rsizadam sighed. "Well, this was... inevitable. I think I will go and call Mr. Brassicus now... I will be back, the Cabbagelandetian Air Service should pick up the body, you don't have to worry about that, and erm... Erm... Brassica speed?" Kara Rsizadam and Cabbagelandiet had planned for Bergit's death, but a public death?! Kara Rsizadam rushed outside to call Brassicus II on the phone and inform him. After his call was done, Kara Rsizadam went back to the room and started waiting around the body.

[DaveIronside]

OOC- A joint Ironside production

This was not how King David had expected this festival to go, who in their right minds brought an ill person to a major international event. As soon as Bergit's  compatriot disappeared it was left to the King of East Moreland to step in, he removed his jacket and placed it over Bergit while discreetly whispering to Will Buckley, "Get the bloody Lodjains to get everyone off the ship, tell them its going on a little pleasure cruise." Will nodded and set things in motion. Stasya meanwhile wasn't sure what to do, effectively as the highest ranked Lodjain the boat was under her command, even if her role wasn't that significant outside her nation. She was happy enough though to do what David said and so signalled the Commodore to come over.

"Oh shit" the smartly dressed man muttered seeing the now covered dead body, confirming what Will had told him.

David addressed him no different to how he would any other military officer under his command. He had no idea what this damn Air Service was but the nearest airfield was a good thirty minute drive away at least during the festival and it would attract a lot of attention some medical recovery convoy or something turning up. The King though had been to more than a few military operations in his life and so came up with a solution. "We've the REMNS Cylon off the coast right?" he asked Will who nodded.  The Drone Carrier was about 10km off the coast as part of a display planned for the evening. "Commodore head for it, we'll drop the body off, they'll have some facilities onboard to store bodies, so we can hold the body there until they deciede what to do." he pointed at Kara, "Then when they turn up for the body at the airport we have one of the Cylon's helicopters ferry the body in, nice and quiet if thats what they want." David's plan was greeted with mute faces and Will went to inform Kara as the Commodore made ready. David looked at his watch, "Shit" he muttered he was running late for Evie's adoption ceremony. "You and your people have my condolences" David said to Kara as the crew where almost ready to cast off, David left the boat, "If you require anything, please inform Mr.Buckley" the tall and broad security agent was let to oversee the operation while the King headed for the ceremony. "I suggest unless you all want to escort the body you come shore side" David added as he stood on the quayside motioning for the VIP's to come down, Stasya lead the way still looking a little pale. "I've got to get to the King Robert, I suspect anyone would be welcome" he again looked at his watch, grasped his girlfriends hand and set off towards the large amphibious warfare ship that was the flagship of the Navy.

Onboard the King Robert a small table had been set up on the flight deck and quiet a gathering had turned up, mainly the friends and family of the soon to be adoptive parents. Little Evie, the girl who would soon once again have parents was stood playing patticake with Rhiannon, Evie had been changed into a plain white tunic while Rhiannon was still dressed as a Viking, her mother with a step behind. Skye Maddix was stood behind the makeshift alter and was looking at her watch, they should have started ten minutes ago. Suddenly there was a commotion on the deck as onlooking naval personnel snapped to attention as a rather red faced King and Lady Stasya arrived. Matilda shot her successor in the King's affections a harsh look, not so much that she was sharing his bed, he couldn't begrudge him moving on after all she had emotionally destroyed him, it was the way that Rhiannon had described her, "a real fairytale Princess" Matilda could see that now, very stylish and not a hair out of place. The group took up their positions, Alex and Freya in their Red tunics and swords each holding one of Evie's hands, behind them stood David, Alex's father was seated in his wheelchair, Rebecca Jarrett and Freya's cousin Princess Lily Ironside all dressed in their own red tunics now that David had finished wiggling into his.

"Your Royal Majesties, Highnesses, Ladies and Gentleman" Skye began with a big smile. "We stand here today as a child with no family stands cold, defenceless and alone." Clearly Evie was far from these things but the ceremony had to be followed. "Who among you stands ready to take up the call of the Code of Canley for this child?" There was the sound of two blades scrapping free from their scabbard.

"We do" Freya and Alex said loudly as they looked at each other with broad smiles.

"Evie, Alex Redfern stands ready to act as your father, Freya Ironside as your mother. They wish to take you into their family, protect you, teach you and guide you. Will you accept them as your guardians." Legally speaking it had all been determined by the courts that morning but the ceremony was a nice little touch for welcoming her into the family.

"I accept them" Evie jumped a little as she spoke excited at having parents once more.

"Evie, the Gods grant you to the keeping of this pair as is your will. Your family is soon to be complete. Alex who shall stand as your support."

"I name  Michael Redfern and David Ironside as Sword and Shield Fathers." David stepped forward pushing Alex's father, David his sword drawn and Michael carrying a wooden shield made it a logistical nightmare of sorts. Evie laughed a little as David's sword clanked off the metal rim of the shield.

"Freya who shall stand as your support?" Skye asked the next question.

"I name Lily Ironside and Rebecca Jarrett as Sword and Shield Mothers." The two women stepped forward, Lily a slim elegant sword in her hand while Rebecca brandished a wide metallic shield before her.

"Evie, you are now complete with a family that loves you already. I ask Helus to watch over and protect this family, Marissa to grant them love and Frossaj to guide them. All that is left is to bind you." In the Cult a child was wrapped in a blanket at birth, this blanket was kept until their wedding day when it was cut into strips and used to form a rope by weaving the bride and grooms blankets together, Evie had no blanket she had not been born a Cultist and beside even had she been this adoption meant she was in effect being reborn. From the alter table Skye picked up a thick woolen blanket and draped it about Evie, it had long tassles at the corner and once Evie had the thing tied round her like a cloak the tassles on the lower end where used to tie Freya and Alex to it. "Evie you are now a Redfern-Ironside" the small crowd cheered and all lined up to hug Evie.

David was pulled to one side by his sister. "You were late, you and Stasya think of something better" Freya teased him.

"No actually" David said in a serious tone, "Dead dignotary"

"Get lost" Freya said in a shocked tone.

"Nope, dropped dead straight on the Lodjain Yacht" David shook his head still in disbelief.

"Told you Lodjain Navy, fucking death trap" Freya spotted Stasya stood next to David, "Sorry" Freya added only half meaning it. She'd meet Stasya a few times, she wasn't someone Freya felt she would ever be close to like she had with that she-bitch-whore Matilda, but she was pleasant enough and seemed to make David happy so Freya tried to be nice to her.

"No problem" Stasya said, "May I give Evie a little gift" the Lodjain asked and Freya called Evie over. "Hello Evie" Stasya said, the pair had meet before when the newly adopted girl had been playing with Rhiannon during one of Stasya's visits. "I wanted to give you this." she handed her a small velvet box. Evie hurriedly opened it keen to see what was inside, it was a strip of thin silver wire every now and again a feint twinkle of a small flake of gemstone interupted its smoothness, "Your new Daddy has to make you a sword now, I thought this would be pretty on the handle" Stasya saw Evie rotating the thing back and forth mesmerised by the shine.

"Thank you Princess Stasya" Evie said remembering her manners.

"Oh Stasya isn't a Princess sweetheart" Freya corrected her.

"But...but....everyone says she'll be Queen so a Queen has to be a Princess first....it's like levelling up a Pokemon." the adults chuckled as Alex thanked Stasya before pulling Evie away shaking his head as he began trying to explain the situation.

"Well we better go and find out what the hells happening with this body" David said leaving those who had joined them at the King Robert to enjoy light refreshments on the deck as Rhiannon and Evie set about pretending to sword fight again. The King and Stasya made their way back to where Kara Rsizadam had been deposited by Will. "My apology" David said as he entered the room at the Officers Mess, "Again you, the ladies husband and your country have my sympathy, now the situation is that the crew of the REMNS Cylon will deliever the lady to you whenever you make the appropriate arrangements, the Marines onboard will escort the body to the airport if need be and we can conduct an official handover, or we can be more discreet. This is your decision" The King explained.

[Norgeras]

Julian gave Peter a Salute: "Your Imperial Majesty." while Albrecht offered him a hand:

"Your Highness, how good to see you again. I feel like we should get cake. A lot of the People that where at the first official state visit last year in Uburzis on this Ship."

Then, the Cabbage accident happened. Julian jumped almost out of his Seat while Albrecht raised an Eyebrow, before throwing his Toga off getting on his knees, attempting to reanimate her by Cardiovascular massage, that is if the Cabbage Ambassadors would let him, Julian just made sure he didn't get into the lodjan crews way.

The Cause was lost though, the woman dead as a brick. Albrecht made way to have King David cover the Body:
"Thank the Divine Orion wasn't here. he'd have a breakdown right again." He muttered, shaking his head: "Julian!" he barked, taking the young man off the ship to make room.

The two split up afterwards, Julian making his way towards the Viking ship, Albrecht deciding to follow Stasya and David. He wasn' sure where he had stumbled into at first, but watching the Ceremony while readjusting his Toga he Quickly figured out. Watching the Girl getting a Gift, Albrecht called up his Bodyguard to get something from his Hotel Room. Even his heart felt soft seeing an orphaned Girl getting New Parents, and thinking of all the Kids back at his own Palace his Heart fell a little.

It took some Minutes for the wooden Box to be Delivered, but finally Albrecht walked up to Evie, offering the Box to her: "This is a little Spontane, but i have several Kids like you to take care of that all lost their Parents. So i feel like i know a thing or two how important today for you is, young Miss Ironside."
The Box contained a thick dry Branch of a Tree: "It's a Piece cut from the Pear Tree planted at my Birth. It came off during a Storm and i keep it as a charm. I'd give you one from Orion's Tree, but i only have my own to offer for your sword. Maybe as Part of the Handle or as inlays?"






The Captain smiled brightly at Professor Howard: "Only if you allow a Group Photo with the Crew afterwards. For a woman that had her picture in some News Magazines to be Pictured with them will sure make my crew Smile bright for the next Years."

She then called someone, before nodding: "Place is reserved for you, Professor. We estimate we are ready for the fight in about an Hour. Then for the Rest of the Day we will answer Questions and mostly scrub the ships for tomorrow."

[CabbagePreacher]

"Well we want the body do be transferred discreetly." said Kara Rsizadam, "There are elections coming up, and we shouldn't overwhelm the people. Also, we should have a very special visitor come about right now..."

Kara Rsizadam's word was cut in half by a stranger in green armor and in a green cape entering. "Kara Rsizadam, how is my dear?" the man said. "Well she's fine, they have made arrangements so we can have a discreet transfer.", Kara Rsizadam stood up to greet the stranger. The stranger noticed everyone looking at him. "Ah, where are my manners?" said the man, taking off his gloves to shake hands with everyone "I'm Lahana Vaizi, also known as Brassicus II to the outside world. I would have liked to meet all of you and come to the festival in a better mood, but SOMEONE..." Brassicus looked at Kara Rsizadam while saying that, "... decided that my wife would be better off dead on a boat. Kara Rsizadam, you're dismissed, you might be good at educating diplomats, but you're as useful as a rotten cabbage in diplomacy yourself" Brassica paused for a moment, waiting for Kara Rsizadam to get out. "Well, store all your sadness and all that for the funeral itself, and moving aside, as I don't want to be ruining a happy day for you with my sadness." Brassicus started talking with a happier, lighter voice. "I heard that two people by the name of Freya and Alex adopted a child? I have a gift for the sword-loving little one, a pommel and a cross-guard, made with steel and ornomanted with gold in a cabbage-y way. Would you be so kind do lead me to the place where those two lucky people reside, so I can give this gift?"

[The Young Pope]

"Oh really?" he told Fraser as Fava began to munch on his bubble and squeak. "Well everyone has heard a lot lately about His Majesty and Lady Stasya, I wish them good health and wellbeing...As for other romances, the Queen of Attica, Arpine Sorayan, has been trying to find a suitable husband and future king-consort seeing as it will play a large part of her survival against the Tamoran Emperor, who's obviously trying to find any excuse to have her head chopped off and install a Manist government instead. Terrible motive naturally, but Pope Peter's currently trying to solve the situation; one of the great candidates so far is the...eccentric...Prince Carlos of Quintelia; at least he's on par with her when it comes to an age gap, quite handsome fellow and who knows, might prove us wrong about who he really is and can make a difference if things go accordingly to the grand scheme of things." he paused as he pourded down a glass of beer, letting Fraser or anyone else in the viccinity respond and perhaps introduce a new topic to talk about.

[Prince_Leuk]

Leuk responded to the introductions with Emperor Peter, Prince Albrecht, Staysa, and Julian. He bowed to all of them and offered "Nice to see Monarchies are so prevalent in the modern world! I hope to enjoy all of your company in your homes, and you in mine at points in the future if god allows!"


Leuk raised one eyebrow at the Events regarding the dying and then dead dignitary. When the woman fell over he took a step as if to run by her side, but was pulled back by a Luuxlander soldier, the same one which had been caring after his son only minutes earlier. "Kuhdau, Prinss! nahn kansah aurt." he said in Luuxlandish. Leuk gave a furrowed brow and then stepped back into place. "Juhrnta thah shep, rehlah thess tae thah Advyesorree. nah baut guhrl." he said quietly. "yh, Prinss." was the return and the soldier walked swiftly back to the river ship. The Prince and Princess watched silently, Leuk occasionally asked Melissa a question quietly but for the most part he just observed.

He, Sehrrah and their son also joined in with the ceremony-crowd. "Quiet a culture you all have here, Ms. Melissa. Quite admirable."

after the ceremony he saw the other leaders offering gifts to the young girl. He walked up to her, offered her father a handshake and tilted his head. He knelt down in front of the child. "Lady Evie." Leuk said bowing before the child. "I beg your forgiveness. I wasn't aware of you or what so special a day it has been shown to be. I'm afraid that I had no gift prepared afore our meeting here." Leuk looked up and the silver cross hanging from his wrist gleamed in the corner of his eye. "But, it would appear that I have unintentionally arrived with one." Leuk grabbed the cross with his right hand and with great force snapped it silver chain which held it to the bracelet. Letting out a small wince of pain. retracting his left hand behind his back to hide the small bit of blood now seeping from under the bracelet. "I hope, your family will find no offense in this cross as a gift. It has been with me since I became an adult. Never once removed. It has seen battle, war, suffering, glory, strife, pain, and joy." he held his palm open and read the words written in Luuxlandish, then translated: "Psalm 144, verses 1 and 2." he then recited those verses from memory to the girl in English.

"Blessed be the Lord my strength which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight: My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me."

"Keep it, and know that you have a friend, and a place in Luuxland should you ever need it in your life. It will serve as passport, visa, and many will even give you anything you want for free if you show it since you are a friend of the Prince." He bowed again when she took it, and stood back up. nodding to the parents he said a word of congratulation and turned away holding his wrist. "If you all will excuse me, I'm afraid there is something I must attend to on my ship."

he and his family left the ceremony after collecting a few things and saying goodbye to all the rulers individually. Carefully attempting to hide his bloodied wrist.

On their way to the Sunfyre, Leuk was caught off guard by the arrival of Brassicus II. His voice carried quite far and Leuk found him to be somewhat... eccentric... "What in the devil's hell?" he asked under his breath. "What is it?" Sehrra asked. "Thah Kyeng uhv Kohl. Apparently." he said in Luuxlandish before adding the last word in English.

"The King of... Cabbage?" Sehrra began to ask when she saw the Green-Cladded monarch from some distance.

"Is he supposed to be the Green Knight from that one story with Sir Gawain?" she asked with an amused tone.

"No idea, but I feel I'll have to speak with him before we go back home. Let's go get this bracelet off so we can redo the piercing and doctor the wound." he said with a face showing discomfort.

"You won't be able to redo the piercing until it heals. Unless you want to do the right arm."

They began walking off toward the Sunfyre.

[DaveIronside]

Alex Redfern was getting a little worried, he could feel Evie's hand tightening on his own, he had been skeptical about the ceremony being so public during the Festival but Royal Press Secretary Malcolm Tucker had almost insisted and had first convinced Freya and then Alex. Evie hadn't ever really been in the public gaze the way that Rhiannon had and now being kind of the centre of attention with all these people she was feeling uncomfortable, she'd just wanted to play with her best friend Rhiannon. Stasya had been one thing, at least she'd meet Evie a few times and it was more like a auntie approaching, but then the fancy strangers began appearing.

Once Staysa and David had departed it was Albrecht. "Thank you" Alex said as they accepted the gift. "I just hope you realise this is me making this thing so I wouldn't hold out much hope of it going fine. Perhaps it would be best me not using this and once Evie is old enough to arrange her own sword using it and allowing a professional to use it." Alex had only once ever done any smithing and that was during David's pilgrimage prior to the birth of Caspian and Rhiannon, that had ended disastarously and the horse shoe he made would have crippled any poor nag unfortunate enough to wear it.  The next to present themselves was Brassicus, it may have been his old job but Alex ensured he kept abreast of who was who on the world stage, "It's Princess Freya actually" he emphasised his wife's royal title, the way this green suited man had said her name it sounded like she was some commoner not a woman who had twice taken the Regency of her nation when called upon to do so. "And we're here" he added as the man asked to be taken to where they live. "Unfortunatley I would be unable to use the gifts, our tradition states all parts of the sword must be made by the father, so perhaps if you're willing I can give these to the smith at Ostlake, they'll keep them safe until Evie is permitted to wear a sword in public, then traditionally they usually design their own. The one I will make is kind of expected to be a practice sword, but I wouldn't count on it lasting that long." Alex explained. The sword was a rite of passage in East Moreland thanks to the Cult of Helus, a child had one made for them usually at birth by their father, it was used while they learned swordsmanship and generally once the child had completed all the steps required to be allowed to publically wear a sword they acquired a second, the first being displayed as a loving keepsake at home.

As the Prince of Luuxland knelt Alex grimmaced slightly, Evie was not a Lady of noble birth, she was just fortunate enough to now be the niece of the King, "Your Majesty" Alex said witnessing the chain being snapped, "There was no need." he said quietly, "Its a fine gift and rest assured I'll do what I can to make Evie worthy of it. We may not be Christians but we allow freedom of religion. Rest assured this will be taken care of." As the Prince spoke his bible verse Alex thought how it could, with a little editing fit the Cult's teachings, "No person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave" Alex quoted one of the three Cultists texts, "I trust you god will honour you." He gave the Prince a small bow before watching him head off.


Over the otherside of the Festival Fraser Kade had missed out on the adoption, "Well I've never been one for marriages based on anything other than love. Marriages of convenience tend to last only so long as they remain convenient and lets face it most marriages cross more than a few difficult bridges." He added, "I've been lucky enough to steer clear of international politics, but frankly tying the people of different nations together seems more of a path forward than tying two people together, strength in numbers and all that." he shrugged. "I think the faiths should only get involved in the marriage question once THE question has been popped." he smiled as he collected a chunk of bread to mop the grease off his plate.

"Fraser!" his wife snapped chastising him.

"Its the best bit" Fraser said with no remorse. "Take David for example, got that nut job Denman suggesting any single female Cultist with the tiniest bit of blue blood in her veins for his bed. All he actually wants is to be let free to do what he wants. I mean he was never that good with the ladies even when a young man, more interested in swords, fast cars and climbing." Fraser chuckled, "My wife had to even line him up with ladies as dance partners at balls until he was 22." the table laughed remembering the then awkward Prince. Thoughts turned to the banquet, "Have you been to a Morelander banquet before?" Fraser asked, "We've some rather bizarre customs for a start, the Port must only ever be passed clockwise around the table which is a pain if the person to the right of you wants it, remember to that the bottle shouldn't really stop moving until empty. Then its considered rude to actually ask someone to pass you the bottle, so should someone ask you if you know the Baron of Ostlake simply move the bottle, otherwise they'll say, "He's a very nice man but always forgets the Port" its kind of a coded nudge, no bloody idea why the Baron of Ostlake, there has never been one, maybe thats the point. Last tip I'll give you is this, never under any circumstances actually finish a drink always leave a tiny amount at the bottom of your glass, the exception is when you leave but I suspect you know about the Parting Glass. Generally with all you foreign types being here it'll be mayhem....so a good sport for us Morelanders." he chuckled.


Professor Howard was rather enjoying the spirit of adventure the Neu Urburzis crew had, they seemed like they enjoyed what they were doing. " I'll agree to the photo on one condition" she grinned, "I get to wear a tricorn hat" she pointed to one that someone dressed like a senior officer was wearing. "If so we have a deal" she extended a playful hand as though agreeing to a contract.

[CabbagePreacher]

"Well then, if you excuse me, I have to go." said Brassicus II, after giving the gift. "I have matters of... grave importance. Maybe I will visit East Moreland and Lodjia when the times are better. Goodbye, and Brassica Bless." Brassicus II quickly went to the Cabbagelandetian ship, and got out of the festival.